Hockey imagines and short stories. Open to requests, but I will let you know my favorite team is the Washington Capitals, therefore I mostly know things about them and their players. There will be many Capitals imagines in this but I will expand and...
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"Don't be late" popped up on your phone from your boyfriend as you get ready. You roll your eyes and begin to wonder why you agreed to going out tonight. Especially since its been a rough couple months between you two. You and him can never seem to get along, it feels like you're always arguing. You've constantly debated whether or not you should break up with him, but you can't seem to let go of whatever you two still have.
You finish getting ready and head out, thankfully the bar you're meeting him was only a couple blocks down from your apartment in D.C.
As you arrive you immediately see him at a table, you can't help but smile. Hoping this night out would change everything, allowing you two to be able to change things back to the way they used to be. As you approach he smirks and looks you up and down, you're in a skimpy black dress which doesn't help the cause.
"Jesus Y/N, you look fucking hot as always" he tells you as you take your seat across from him. You can tell he's already had a few drinks, but you don't care to think much of it.
"Thank you" you smile.
"Drinks on me, what would you like?"
"Surprise me" you reply giving him a wink. He smirks and turns away.
Your thoughts wonder, really feeling hopeful things will begin to change. Maybe you guys will start to get along again. It's frustrating to you though, because you guys used to be great together. Just all the sudden things began to fall apart.
Interrupting your thoughts a handsome man stands in front of you.
"Care for a drink? Or company? I couldn't help but notice that you're alone."
You smile, shaking your head no. Making eye contact wil his bright blue eyes. "I'll pass, thank you though, my boyfriend is getting me a drink right now actually. Although it's taking him forever." You let out a small laugh.
"Ah, I see sorry about that. Well it was nice meeting you though." He smiles and begins to turn.
"It's okay, we are only talking." You say making him turn back around, he lets out a small laugh. You can't help but notice he looks awfully familiar. "Hey I don't mean to be weird but I feel like I've seen you before."
He laughs and looks down. "I'm sure you have..." You give him a confused look. "my name is Tom Wilson"
"Ah yes, the big, mean hockey player." You both laugh.
"Excuse me." Your boyfriend interrupts both your laughing. Your smile fads, you look from your boyfriend back to Tom.
"Sorry," he smiles " it was nice meeting you." Before you could reply he turns and walks away. You look back at your boyfriend, who is obviously pissed off.
"Hey, it's okay, we were only talking."
He rolls his eyes, and mimics you. "Yeah 'Only talking.'"
You raise an eyebrow. "What is that supposed to mean? What I'm not allowing to talk to another person?"
"No, you're not. Not while I am your boyfriend and not while I am here. You are here with me" you can see that he's somewhat drunk.
You give him a disgusted look "Are you fucking kidding me? I think it's time I left." All your hopes of things going back to how they used to are shattered. You know if you stayed and continued to argue things would escalate and you'd cause a scene.
You shake your head and begin to walk away. You feel his hand grab your arm pulling you back.
You turn back around looking him in the eyes "Get off me."
"No no no Y/N I'm sorry. No I can't let you leave me. I need you"
You roll your eyes and sigh. "You should've thought about that before you decided I wasn't allowed to have any social interaction with anyone besides you" All your past arguments raise again, fueling your anger even more. You turn to leave again, but this time he grabs you even harder.
"No. You're not leaving. And you're not leaving without me. I need you."
"Get the fuck off me, you're drunk and I'm done dealing with your shit" he pulls you closer and begins to pull you in the opposite direction.
"Dude get the fuck off!" You try to pull your arm away but have no luck.
In an instant your arm is free, you jerk back a little bit because of the force. You look up and see that Tom is there, and your boyfriend is now on the ground.
"Are you ok? What the fuck was he trying to do?!"
Relief fulls your body, but you can't answer. You really don't know what would've happened if he didn't step in. Things could've escalated quickly, especially since he was drunk.
"I...I don't know." You look back up at him "thank you..." His soft blue eyes meet yours. "I should really go now..."
"You don't need to thank me. But listen," he reaches to a nearby table and grabs a napkin. He writes something down and hands it to you. "...if he try's to do anything to you or starts to bother you again, call me."
You look at the napkin, and written down was a phone number. You look up and smile. "I will."
