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great night on hockey twitter for caps fans
#spoiler: the wag jackets were NOT cute#i know micah's tweets aren't caps-centric but they're too funny not to include#washington capitals#i'm not tagging the other teams involved they're already suffering enough#hockey for ts
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into you | ryan leonard
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summary: all you want to know is if ryan's into you.
warnings: drinking, cursing, touching? nothing explicit though, kissing
notes: based on 'into you' by ariana grande. okay so i wrote this mostly in a single evening and it seemed to get me out of a writing slump so i hope you guys enjoy!
I'm so into you, I can barely breathe
And all I wanna do is to fall in deep
But close ain't close enough 'til we cross the line,
So name a game to play, and I'll roll the dice.
You adjusted the bottom of your dress, pulling it down a little more so that you didn’t accidentally expose yourself. You step into the bustling environment, scanning the room for your friends. You come up empty, only spotting two different couples dry-humping each other and a very intense game of pong happening in the middle of the room. You’d rather be anywhere but here right now if not for the fact that Ryan specifically asked you to come. And it’s hard to say no to Ryan…
“Oh, there’s a party at Michaels frat tonight. Come with?” Ryan asked, throwing an arm around the back of your chair.
“Gross, I hate frats.” You groan.
“Yeah but you like to party with me so…” Ryan says, giving you a cheeky grin.
God, it was hard to say no to Ryan. His boyish grin and the twinkle in his eyes that accompanied it had you weak in the knees. When his eyes lock with yours, you feel your breath leave your lungs. His presence alone had the power to render you speechless. You’re so into him to the point it almost hurts. A sweet dull ache.
“Fine.” You cave. Ryan responds by leaning over to you and pressing a sloppy kiss on your cheek.
An arm snakes around your waist, pulling you out of your brief daydream and into a strong frame. “Hi.” He says softly into your ear.
You instantly recognize the voice as Ryan’s, stopping you from elbowing what you thought was a handsy frat brother in the stomach. When you turn to face him, Ryan nearly groans out loud when he sees your outfit. Your legs looked endless in your black mini-skirt, and Ryan knew he’d have to force himself to keep his eyes off your chest behind a tight black t-shirt. God, you looked good. So good. Your cheeks burn as his eyes trace your figure.
“You look great.” Ryan says, a lazy grin on his lips.
You fight off a wide grin that threatens your own. “Thank you.”
You consistently found yourselves close to crossing the line, teetering on the edge of friendship. But never had either of you worked up the courage to cross said line. Your connection was a dance, a delicate balance of shared jokes, shared moments, and the lingering touches that left them both wondering. You yearned to cross the line, waiting for the moment that Ryan would make a move.
Oh, baby, look what you started, the temperature's rising in here
Is this gonna happen?
Been waiting and waiting for you to make a move
Before I make a move.
“C’mon, the boys are back here.” Ryan says, taking your hand in his and pulling you towards the back of the house.
You arrive in a living area, spotting Ryan’s teammates scattered on two couches. The pair of you sit down in empty spots, squeezing next to each other so that your legs are pressed up against one another.
Ryan seamlessly joined the boys’ conversation as they discussed hockey. You found yourself half listening in on their argument, which consisted of whether or not the President's Trophy curse is real. Mid-sentence, Ryan’s hand finds its way onto your knee, sending a jolt of electricity down your spine. Your heart raced as you glanced down at his calloused fingers resting lightly on your skin, the contrast between their rough texture and the softness of your knee sending a shiver down your spine. Despite the ongoing conversation around you, your mind was solely focused on the physical contact. He began to trace gentle, rhythmic circles on the inside of your knee, your mind turning to mush. His hand lingered there for a moment before his touch ventured higher. With each inch slowly gained, your mind raced with questions, a manic but silent dialogue echoing in your thoughts.
Was this the moment you had been waiting for? Was this the culmination of all the unspoken pining the pair of you had shamelessly done? Or was this just a continuation of the dance the two of you had been doing?
Every fiber of your being yearned for clarity, for resolution, for an end to the game of push and pull that had consumed your relationship. You wanted nothing more than to be done with the tiptoeing and the skirting around the edges of what could be.
So, baby, come light me up, and, baby, I'll let you on it
A little bit dangerous, but, baby, that's how I want it
A little less conversation and a little more touch my body
'Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you.
Ryan’s hand squeezing your knee pulls you out of your thoughts, and back to the present moment. Your eyes flicked to his face, meeting his expecting gaze.
“Did I miss something?” You ask, your voice tinged with embarrassment. “I kind of spaced out for a second.”
Ryan’s chuckle washes over you, his boyish smile appearing on his lips and melting away the lingering unease. “It’s okay,” Ryan reassures you. “I just asked if you wanted something to drink.”
“Oh, sorry,” You reply, a blush creeping on your cheeks. “Uh, sure. I’ll come with you though.”
Standing up, Ryan extends a hand, helping you up from the couch. He tells his friends the two of you will be right back, leading you to the kitchen with a delicate hand on your back. His hand sits dangerously low on your back, his touch sending a shiver down your spine despite the oppressive heat in the house due to the amount of people.
Stepping into the kitchen, you find yourself alone with Ryan for the first time this evening. The atmosphere shifts, the ambient noise of the party fading into the background.
“What are you feeling?” He asks, motioning to the supply of alcohol on the counter.
“Are you playing bartender?” You ask, teasingly.
“Yeah, sit back. I’m great at this.” He says, supplying a wink. You chuckle softly, hopping up onto the counter.
“Alright, since you’re so great at this… I’ll let you pick my drink.” You say.
You watch as Ryan grabs two cups, pouring tequila and orange juice into both of them, before handing you one of them. “That’s it?” You ask.
“Babe, it’s a frat house, what did you expect a frozen margarita?” Ryan teases, slotting himself between your legs. The use of a pet name as well as the feeling of his hand back on your knee make your heart skip a beat.
You fall into conversation, telling each other random stories from throughout the week. You find yourselves talking seamlessly, punctuated by shared laughter. With each refill of your drink, you feel the inhibition that had been weighing on you slip away and be replaced by liquid courage.
Emboldened by the alcohol, you reach out, running a hand through Ryan’s dark locks. The conversation comes to a standstill as he eyes your face, locking in on the playful grin on your lips.
“Why haven’t you made a move?” You ask. Your words hang in the air between you two like a dare.
It isn’t until Ryan suddenly straightens up and your hand falls from his hair, that you realize how close he’d gotten. His brow furrows, Ryan’s expression briefly clouding with uncertainty. He stays silent so you continue, wanting answers.
“I’ve been waiting and waiting for you to make a move.” You say, a little chuckle slipping off your tongue. “And I can’t wait anymore. I need to know. I need to know if you’re into me.”
Without a word, he closes the distance between the two of you, capturing your lips in a kiss. His mouth is warm, lips firm as they kiss yours. You don’t hesitate to melt into him, tasting the tequila and orange juice on his lips. His hands land on your thighs, gripping them tightly. A soft whimper leaves your lips when his tongue brushes against your bottom lip, and then slides inside your mouth.
For a heartbeat, everything else ceases to exist and it’s just you and Ryan stranded in a moment in time. Every sense of yours feels heightened. The heat of his body pressing against yours, the rhythm of his heartbeat echoing in your ears.
The kiss finally breaks, the both of you out of breath from the shared moment of passion. Ryan’s soft eyes stay locked on yours as he brings a hand up to your face, cupping your cheek.
“I’m so fucking into you.” He says softly.
#ryan leonard#ryan leonard x reader#nhl#nhl imagine#hockey#hockey imagine#boston college#bc hockey#washington capitals
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Your 2023-24 Washington Capitals with a -37 goal differential are GOING TO THE PLAYOFFSSSSSSS
#washington capitals#caps lb#tom wilson#charlie lindgren#I love this stupid team#winning through the power of friendship#I haven’t stopped smiling or crying since the game ended
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TAKE MY HAND: National Hockey League 2023-2024
#nhl#national hockey league#take my hand#5sos#montreal canadiens#new york rangers#new york islanders#florida panthers#anaheim ducks#seattle kraken#philadelphia flyers#vancouver canucks#edmonton oilers#calgary flames#toronto maple leafs#fan cam#st louis blues#Detroit red wings#Colorado avalanche#washington capitals#annies edits#los angeles kings#vid#new jersey devils#pittsburgh penguins#dallas stars#columbus blue jackets#hockey#Nashville predators#tampa bay lightning
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Wreck the curve for everyone else and defy all fancy stats. That's what DC does.
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NEVER DOUBT THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP!
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no broadcast is doing it like them, i fear
+ bonus control room celly
#capitals#washington capitals#nhl#nhledit#hockey#hockeyedit#meg.caps#meg.gif#meg.all#now THIS....#THIS is PASSION!!!!!!#alexa HOPPING around in joy i have tears in my eyes#she and alan were literally shitting themselves during intermission i love them. they're so me#idk i think a broadcast benefits when they also just LOVE their team and the monumental crew really does#when tj scored they hit the roof like they're so real. alexa and alan were nearly shaking with tension during this game#they're not pictured but locker yelling YES!!! over joe b when tj hit the net too like i had tears in my eyes#my parasocial relationship with monumental is something so real and true like FUCK ted leonsis but...... these guys... i love them
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LET’S GOOO!!!!
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average washington capital fan experience
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caps clinch!
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In the last two games of their season, the Caps:
-Brutally and painstakingly forced their way into the final wild card spot, eliminating the Red Wings, Pens, AND Flyers from the playoffs
-Kicked the Bruins in the nuts and shut them out, allowing the Panthers to swoop in and take the Atlantic Division crown, thereby forcing both the Battle of Florida Round 3 and Leafs-Bruins Round 4
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the year of dylan strome
strome & empress by snow patrol
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Real Footage of the Caps Making Playoffs 4/16/24
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the image of that group celly will warm my heart forever. ovi bouncing with joy. everyone beaming. and dylan strome, right in the middle of the pile, surrounded by love and happiness.
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I want to study our team's social media manager like a bug.
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Tom Wilson and Charlie Lindgren celebrate after the Washington Capitals secure their 2024 Stanley Cup Playoffs spot | 4/16/24
#i love this photo....my guys ❤️#tommy and charlie...ily..#tom wilson#charlie lindgren#washington capitals
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