Hockey Imagines

Phillip Danault

ChampionHeartache

It's been way too long, you think to yourself. With your legs propped on the coffee table and your arms crossed against your chest, you huffed another breath full of disappointment.

Phillip had been on yet another lengthy road trip. You knew it was part of his job and if he doesn't peruse in his sports career then you might not have a roof over your head and no food and so on so forth. But you couldn't help yourself but feel the constant urge of wanting him beside you and holding onto you as if his practices and games no longer mattered.

It didn't exactly help your sadness that you were watching The Notebook repeatedly. The endless tears, cries, and yelling become a pattern and official tradition for whenever your boyfriend escaped into his hockey world road trips.

In the same position you had been for days, possibly weeks, you await the text you've been desperately seeking to receive for what seemed like forever. And finally, after an eternity of patience and waiting, your phone buzzed on the glass coffee table you assembled last week (just a little something to kill time).

Phillip - I'm home baby! Just landed, meet me at the airport in ten <3

You nearly bounce off the couch in excitement, screeching happiness through your unnecessary screams. Without wasting a moment, you dart to the mud room. Grabbing your items and shoes, you find yourself rushing through the door like there was no tomorrow.

Shortly after struggling to enter your car for a few minutes, you're bolting down the highway directed to the airport. You park your ancient car and come running into the packed airport. You were surprised it had been his busy, since you often picked up Phillip here and never once witnessed such chaos.

Your heart pounds through your chest in anticipation, and if it weren't for your smart logic, you could've sworn your heart would rip directly out of your chest.

Getting pushed around by several careless members of society wasn't your favourite thing. So, you settle at a quiet spot where you were aware the players would emerge from. Once you sat on the small bench, you folded your hand in your lap and awaited the longing arrival of your love.

"Y/N!" You hear the familiar voice yell. Within seconds of his holler, your eyes search for his dazzling ones. Even through a crowd of a million, you'd still be able to pick out his features. Despite the obvious fact pedestrians were spread out everywhere, it seemed as suddenly everyone had disappeared in midair, and your boyfriend was the only person you could see. There he was, standing still with a slight smile plastered onto his heavenly face.

You instantly arise from your seat and slowly walk towards him. It looks as though you're staring straight at a reflection, since he is gradually approaching you as well. Before you could even count a heartbeat, you recognize your running like a madman to land in his arms.

He drops his bags and you jump into his arms, as if it were some cheesy romantic movie. You refused to care about the stares and pointing, you were full of happiness with his presence and that was all that mattered.

"I missed you, so, so much," you mumble into his neck, nuzzling your head into his shoulder.

"Me too, baby," he says, his voice soft, "me too."

Although you cherished the moment and desperately wished for it to never halt to a conclusion, unfortunately, reality awaited. He carefully places you back on your feet in a quick gesture, not breaking the gaze held between the two of you.

You giggle and smash your lips upon his, almost instantly melting into his irresistible touch. With sparks flying, the only thing that seemed to catch fire, beside the moment, was your heart.

Phillip grabs onto his luggage and sneaks up behind you. "How about we head home," he recommends, his breath gently tickling your neck. Even his voice was full of the devotion you missed over the few but infinitive weeks.

You grab into his hand from behind you, placing it onto your shoulder as your hug onto it. Not releasing his hand, you lead him outside the airport.

You spot your car after a while, parked beside many of the same types of vehicles. Phillip pushes you up against the car, tenderly brushing his lips everywhere near and on your lips. You giggle within the moment, wrapping your arms around his neck. You close your eyes in pleasure, smiling ghostly while he planted soft kisses across your neck.

"I love youuuuu," he hums, having you respond with light laughter. After having quite enough, you brush his head away from you. Holding your smile, you kiss him on the lips before entering the car.

"Remind me to buy you a new car," he chuckles, "and to purchase anything you ever want." You shake your head at his silliness of such unrealistic promises, while starting the car at the same time being.

During the trip back home, Phillip couldn't seem to leave your free hand alone. It was like it was some astonishingly precious item he desired to hold and kiss endless amounts of times.

"Hey Y/N?" He pipes up.

"Mhm," you mumble, remaining your eyesight directly at the road. Knowing Phillip, just a second of looking at him could put your lives at risk. Sure enough, if looks could kill, you'd be dead. You figured just staring at him would end up having the two of you trapped in some medical emergency.

"You're my princess, I hope you know that," he tells you, his voice soft and honest. He continues to trace unrecognizable shapes and figures on your hands, glancing up at you from time to time. "I know," you grin, "and you're my prince."

You halt the car once arriving home. The both of you launch out of the car in anticipation to continue and finish where you left off. You lock the car quickly, and shortly after, jump and hug your legs around your boyfriend's torso.

He cautiously brings you up the stairs and directly towards his favourite location of the entire home, the sofa. After placing you on the couch, he slowly hovers over you. He smiles helplessly and you return the gesture. You kick off your shoes and don't bother hesitating to kiss him.

"That table looks nice, babe," he manages to say in between and during the occurrence of your kisses.

You sheepishly giggle through another smooch. "I made it," you tell him.

He pulls away and looks down at you with wonder and ideas filled in his eyes. He wiggles his eyebrows before saying, "how about you and I make something else?" He clearly wasn't referring to another table purchased from IKEA! But certainty something that required love and a stable location.

Your eyes light up instantly and you nod your head yes. He laughs, wrapping his arms around your pack supportively. Once lifting you off the leather sofa, he nearly stumbles on your shoes. You laugh at his frustration to get around the items inside your home and into the master bedroom up the few flights of stairs.

You embraced your gratitude of having his presence merged with yours once again, in a way like never before. You knew you'd have to get used to the lonely nights he was away, but you were totally okay with it all. Knowing you'd eventually see him after games, always made you love him even more. It was the time apart and caused your love to grow stronger.