Dolan Twins Imagines/Drabbles

SMUT Ethan x Athletes Temper

e plays for the rangers in this because it's his fav team:):)

I turned on the TV just as the highlights from the game between Ethan's team, the Rangers, and the Blackhawks came on Sportsnet. 

I couldn't make it to the home game tonight because of a work obligation, but I was hoping to catch the gist of it before Ethan returned home from the arena. 

"We got a pretty intense fight between Dolan and Hayden tonight from that first face off in the third period," the commentator announced as they replayed a clip of Ethan and John Hayden from the Blackhawks, squaring off in front of each other.

Ethan's head was hung low, concentrating on his opportunity to steal the puck away from the opposing team and finish this leading game on a high note. It almost looked like it was going to go in his favour, before Ethan took a step back, the ref saying something to Hayden as E shook his stick out in his hands. 

The ref called him back, and Ethan and Hayden were both back to crouching low over the spot where the puck would be dropped, their sticks blocking each others for their equal chance at victory. 

As soon as the puck was dropped, Ethan got the back of his stick on it, flicking it backwards towards his teammate before he dropped his stick and went for Hayden. 

"Looks like a line brawl to start off the third period, Dolan versus Hayden trying to be separated at the blue line," the commentator continued as I watched with baited breath as Ethan attempted to tackle Hayden around the torso, Haydens fists going straight for the top of Ethan's head. 

I gasped as I watched Ethan's head get pummelled by Hayden's gloves, tucking my legs underneath me as my entire body tensed up. 

Ethan ripped his body from Haydens, quickly shedding his gloves before grabbing onto Hayden's jersey and throwing hard left hooks onto the side of his face. 

"Dolan is angry--" the first commentator said.  

"Is he ever, he's looking like he wants to tear him to shreds," the second commentator interrupted the first as I watched Ethan push Hayden's body against the boards, simultaneously trying to pull his body down to the ice whilst still coming at him with punches.

"No, no, no, no," I repeat as Hayden tries to grab the neckline of Ethan's jersey, ripping the helmet from his head and revealing the opportunity for E to get a serious head injury. 

Ethan pushes Hayden's hand from his jersey as the pair trip over their dropped sticks and fell to the ice, punches still flying left, right, and centre. 

I almost couldn't watch, my face physically contorted into a cringe as I heard the front door click open, followed by Ethan's grunt as he dragged his hockey bag through the threshold of our apartment. 

The heavy bag dropped with a thud onto the hardwood just beyond the door frame, Ethan's deep exhale accompanying it. 

"E," I called out for him as I tossed the remote on the couch beside me, yearning yet afraid to see his face. 

All I got was silence in return, causing me to stand up to go investigate. 

Ethan's head was hanging towards the floor in the dark foyer, snatching his beanie off his head and throwing it onto the floor before shoving his suit jacket down his tired arms slowly. 

Players had to wear suits to and from games, which Ethan hated. He was always first to shed the uncomfortable clothes once he was behind closed doors and away from cameras. 

All that could be heard between the two of us was Ethan's heavy breathing, a little groan caught on the end of each breath as he kicked his dress shoes from his feet.