NHL imagines

#2 Morgan Rielly

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Imagine: reader is a model/the rookies see you in your underwear
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He really didn't know what he did to deserve you. Morgan and you have been dating for a few months now and to him, those were the happiest months of his life. Of course it was hard with him being away so much but you could deal. You were working as a model and you had some control over your schedule so you tried to only book shootings during the time Morgan was gone. This allowed the two of you to spend your time together when he was home. You had to stay in shape for your job and he had to stay in shape his job so working out together had become a regular thing in both your life, which really just was an excuse for the two of you to stay at home and pig out every so often. Lazy afternoons spent in your underwear and oversized sweaters had become a regular in your lives as well. He was simply amazed by your ability to eat an entire pizza by yourself and still look so heavenly. Your long, bare legs stretched across the couch, your body wrapped up in his hoodie, the sun shining just right to give you the illusion of a halo. In that moment the only thing he could think of was to pull out a phone and snap a picture before the moment passed.
Right now he was looking at the picture, remember that afternoon. He was on the road again and even though you had skyped yesterday he missed you. The boys made fun of him for it but some of the older guys in long term relationships understood. It was hard but at the end of the trip he could go home and have you all for yourself. Morgan couldn't wait to be back. He was about to put his phone away when it made a little noise indicating that you had texted him. He opened the message and read it. It was a simple Skype? adorned with the kissy face emoji. Instead of answering by text he simply called you to start a video chat.
You answered a few seconds later, sitting on your shared bed in one of his Maple Leafs hoodies. You're hair was slightly messy and the neon colors on your eyelids showed him that you just came back from a photo shoot.
"Hey baby. How was your day?"
You bit your lip the way you always do and he knew that it wasn't a thing you did to be sexy or seductive but just one of your little quirks that he loved endlessly but damn if it wasn't hot.
"It was okay, kinda tiring. How was yours?"
"Busy." You blow a strand of hair out of your face and continued. "We did this big campaign shoot today and it's kinda important so it was really busy and stressful, but we got to keep some of the clothes."
Morgan was really proud of you and loved to point you out every time he saw your face on billboards.
"What brand?"
You only smiled sheepishly and disappeared off screen for a bit. When you came back you put a big bright pink bag right in his way of vision.
"Is that..."
"Our dear friend Victoria? Yes, yes it is. And the whole bag is full."
You put the bag away again without him seeing what was inside it and he just gave you a slightly disappointed look.
"When you get home I'll model them for you."
"Babe you're killing me."
You just laughed and flopped down onto the bed.
"I know. Now tell me about your day."

Morgan had nearly forgotten the shoot two months later. Sure he remembered the days after he came home but the information that you modeled for Victoria's Secret was somehow stored far back in his mind. That was until he woke up one morning, and after struggling to get out of your suffocatingly tight cuddle embrace, found his phone being flooded with messages. He just randomly tapped on the first one and was immediately brought to an Instagram picture Mitch had posted. He was standing next to a big poster, a wide smile on his face. On the poster was you, clad in the cute lace lingerie you had shown him after the photo shoot. He was tagged, you were tagged, and under the picture the caption proclaimed #wcw. Further down he explained that no, he wasn't cheating on Steph, it's a joke, she even took the picture. He tried to ignore the comments that had mentioned him in it and tried to find out why exactly Mitchy thought it was a good idea to post that when Auston and Willy posted similar pictures with the same poster. His twitter was exploding, his Snapchat and Instagram were the same but right now he didn't want to think about it he just wanted to strangle the rookies. What made them think that posting pictures of HIS half naked girlfriend was a good idea. Normally Mo wasn't a jealous guy. He always prided himself with the fact that you could have anyone but still chose him. He was the first one to show you off and loudly proclaim: look at my pretty girlfriend! , but the fact that the rookies, people you interacted with on the regular saw you in lacy underwear made an uneasy feeling boil in the pit of his stomach. You were still half asleep, arm thrown over his middle, your face pressed into his stomach. You looked beautiful. He ran a hand through your hair to wake you up some more.
"Baby."
"Hmmm?"
You shuffled around a bit until you were laying on top of him, pressing your face into his stomach some more.
"Is it okay if I take a picture of you for Instagram?"
You hummed again and brought your hand up to wipe away some nonexistent drool. Morgan couldn't believe how cute you were. He angled his phone slightly, trying to get the best picture. After he got one he liked he pulled up the Instagram app and uploaded it. He thought about the caption for a while but decided to keep it simple. #wcw #womancrusheveryday . He wanted to send messages to the rookies asking them why they thought the pictures were a good idea but instead he just turned off his phone and cuddled closer to you. Today was just for the two of you.