Hockey Imagines

Cam Fowler

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The arena was packed with half drunk and sober fans arising from their seats, in sudden screeches of pleasure. You twist around in your seat, glancing at your surroundings quickly, noting few members of the hockey society stumbling as they attempted to stand still.

You still couldn't understand why everyone threw their fists in the air, crazily hollering at the two hockey players swinging away at one another's frames. You figured you were possibly the only one despising the rumble due to the fact you were the worried girlfriend of one of the angered players. Cam Fowler, the man who stole your heart carelessly, having you running after his.

You groan in your seat, burying your head into your clammy hands. You couldn't help yourself but feel nerves rush into your body like lightning. Fighting was never one of your interests, practically anything that involved fear and violence, and especially not when someone you loved was on the other end.

Finally, after seemingly endless hours, you peek up to see the fight getting split up by the referees. You silently thanked them, wishing they would've done the same action earlier. Watching your brave hero skate by, his eyes wondrously scan the pleased audience. With failing his attempt to meet with your gaze, you easily recognize his slight emotion of disappointment greatening in his expression. You wince while notably catching a glimpse of blood gushing from certain areas of his angelic face.

You sign heavily, shaking your head. You hated when he fought. There was always some sort of disappointment and anger stirred within you every time he threw one punch. All it took was one punch for you desperate desiring to outrageously scream while tugging on your hair. But, for the sake of the fans, you always forcefully told yourself to remain calm. It was every moment where you found yourself frustrated with his ways of fighting that worry had always took the driving seat. It was the vivid feeling of your heartbeat picking up drastically, and the blood from your face falling as all bad assumptions spun around in your mind. Once, again, you hated fighting.

The game drew to an end, but you didn't really pay much attention. Occasionally, you were into the game nearly as much as the whacked fans were, but tonight had spun in opposite directions. Of course, predictably your unfocused manner was rooted with the prior disagreement between the two professional players on opposing teams. Throughout the third period you were seated with a scowl across your face, questioning Cam's actions.

The game ended, quite some time ago really. Nonetheless, you found yourself remain put in the arena's seat. It was mildly uncomfortably, but you simply couldn't bring yourself to stand. It really did raise eyebrows because you never once before thought about one of Cam's fights for such a lengthy period of time. You considered it was either because you were worried of him falling into an injury, or worse, gaining horrible head trauma that may lead to some crazy stuff. Supposedly, because it often happened, tonight was the night were you couldn't hold back your indignation towards his gestures.

I need to lay off the documentaries, you remind yourself, shaking your head.

"Y/N?" You hear Cam holler at you, his voice filled with confusion and fright.

You turn your head to face the beaten face of an angel, with spots beginning to bruise purple and blue. His eyes soften once they willingly meet yours, as if all of his concerns eased away with viewing range of you. Shortly after the two of you shared an unannounced staring contest, your boyfriend's eyebrows furrow as his eyes begin squinting. "Where were you?" He huffs, "I was worried when I didn't see you at your usual place..."

"How about we head home, yeah?" You offer, his puzzled appearance vanished like the wind after you speak. Sometimes, it was the simplest things you did that made him fall back into peace.

You hope off the seat, your legs gaining weakness as soon as your supporting feet met with the hard ground. Cam chuckles at your struggles, rushing over to your side in a heartbeat. He moves closer to you, drawing you in as his hand breezes past your back and securely around your waist. Smiling like an idiot, you jump making it easier for him to catch you into his arms. Resting your head nuzzled into his neck, he carries your bridal styles down towards the exit.

He gently places you into his vehicle, closing the door shut as you comfortably tug in your seatbelt. Shortly after Cam took his place, you found yourself giving up on the useless broken radio.

"Babe, you never told me why you weren't where I usually pick you up," he says, occasionally setting a glance at you from time to time.

You sign, continuously staring out the window as ancient flashbacks and memories web heartache in you. Praying for the hushed but present wrathfulness to remain mute in your being. "Remember when I told you I hated fighting?"

You hear him draw a both heavy and shaky exhale, his hands clutching the steering wheel worse than before. "Yes, I do remember," he barely whispers, not wanting to ashamedly admit he hadn't done what impressed you.

"Okay, so when I was sitting in the stands beside the insane people cheering on their Cam--"

"Y/N...." His voice trails unsteadily before continuing: "speaking of conflict, don't you recall the summer I promised you I'd fight for you, no matter what?" The exact words he spoke caused the ginormous wave of memory to come splashing back into your mind. Within the moment, you found yourself wanting to cry as you relived that very moments years ago.

He smiles, grabbing onto your hand as if he was silently trying to tell you he was never letting go. You could sense the pace of heart beating rapidly faster as he prepared to announce his reasons behind the clashing session he held during the game.

"Don't you see? I only fight for you," he hums with all honesty, contagiously beaming in a way that expresses his truthful honours of protecting you, "the detestable other player was chirping awful things about you, so I decided it was on my part to shut him up from releasing disgusting lies."

You look over your shoulder to skeptically examine your boyfriend, and for the moment he took a gander towards you, you saw the simplicity of devotion hardening in his eyes. During strugglingly harsh times, he had become eyesore prior to today, either being damaged by another player, or truthfully hurt from a stinging argument distinguished between the two of you, it always equally tormented you in a way you knew was undeniable love.

"It's just," you start,"I feel hurt when I see you falling into a tussled match, like it always punches me right back in the face for not being able to do anything about it."

He gently laughs, brushing his soft fingers along yours. This always soothed you no matter what, so you couldn't ever forget to praise his mysterious powers of consistently calming you down. "I know baby, but it's all in the game. I'll win some and I'll lose some, but it's always the one thing I'm fighting for that I'll never let go of."

"And I promise to that," he finishes.

You lean your head back onto the car's headrest, closing your eyes as you enjoyed another's company. "Thank you for being my hero, always saving me and willing to do stumble across struggles for me. I love you," you admit, currently glad that he had opened up to his secrets.

He pulls your hand to his lips, kissing them gently as his touch sparked inside you. "Then I thank you for still sticking around by me even when I seemingly hurt you. I love you, always." It was one thing he would remind you before a long night's sleep, and before an early morning's rise, that there was nothing that he absolutely hated more than seeing sadness arise in your eyes webbed from his actions. And in between the lines of his promises and trusting words, you knew he was really only attempting to also mention he would still try and prevent the occurrence of gloom in you more often.

Although you were blessed with the ability to tell apart the difference between a convincing lie and the worthy truth, Cam was also gifted with the capability to brainwash you directly. But tonight, your skills were set apart. From the thoroughness of his words and the deepness of your heart, you knew he hadn't let a false statement slip between his lips. You were his reason. And simply knowing that he would do anything in the world to protect and fight for you, really truly made you feel like the most fortunate in the world.