David Hollander Headcanon:
One of the best defensemen at McGill. Absolutely a beast on the ice. Very much of the old school style of hockey and we could even throw some absolute knockers of foul language and aggression. Imagine Shoresy back in the 80s. What an absolute pest he would have been. Shoresy is essentially what I imagine David Hollander to have been like in his college years at McGill.
And one day, they’re playing a final round match. The pressure is on to succeed. Someone managed to land a punch on him which knocks his canine and a bottom tooth out. His mouth is full of blood.
He’s pressed against the plexiglass. Yet when he opens his eyes, there’s a beautiful but fiercely shouting Japanese girl in a McGill sweatshirt shouting at him to get the guy in the first row. Knock his ass out. He clenches and fist. And roundhouse punches the guy out. The ref pulls him away and he’s in the sin bin for 5 minutes. Damn bullshit. However it gives him an absolutely amazing view of her straight on shouting at the referee. He’s never seen a gal more passionate about hockey.
5 minutes later, he’s back out on the ice. He heads toward her. Completely ignoring the game.
“What’s your name?” He shouts as everyone is shouting at him to get back in the game.
“What?!” She shouts back.
“What’s your name?!” He shouts again.
“Yuna! And get your ass back out there Hollander!”
“Yuna?! That’s a pretty name! If I score one tonight, will you go out with me?” He hopes she will.
“If you win the championship, I’ll marry you!” She shouts, urging him to get back to the game.
“I’m going to hold you to it!” He grins, mouth bloody and missing teeth.
He skates back into the game smoothly and tosses an assist to their center. He glides across the rink, focused, like never before.
He plays the best game of his life right on that rink.
As his teammates cheer and celebrate, he skates back to where she’s sitting with her girlfriends. They’re all excitedly screaming and jumping.
She comes up to the plexiglass, closer. God she’s pretty.
“Hey Hollander. You played a great game even though your backup line was terrible. Can they even spell puck?”
“We’re hockey players. Some us were simply born in the ice rink.”
“Uh huh.” She raises a suspicious brow.
“So you did say if we won the championship you’d marry me. We got three games till our wedding I suppose.”
“You know I was just joking.”
“I wasn’t. I’d treat you so well if you let me.”
“Steady on Hollander. I think your concussion is affecting your brain.”
“What can I do in the face of true love but want to see where it goes. You ever look at someone so incredibly beautiful that you just want to strip naked and skate across the ice?”
She laughes. Thats an incredible sound.
“I'd French kiss a toaster if it meant i could wake up next to you every morning.”
“Hold on lover boy. You barely got my name and you don’t even know my last name.”
“Well I know Yuna is probably my favorite name in the world as of 15 minutes ago and whatever your last name is, I’d change mine to yours. I’d be so good to you I’d swear. I’d lick a puck if it meant I could walk you to your dorm.”
Yuna’s friends snicker behind her.
“Sure Hollander. You can walk me to my dorm.”
He excitedly shouts in excitement, skating in loops around the ice.
And that was the story how the McGill University Hockey Team won that year’s championship trophy and how David Hollander met the love of his life.
Funny enough, the local A/V club who was broadcasting the game managed to record the footage of that encounter on the ice and were kind enough to send it to the Hollanders as a gift when their son was drafted into the NHL.
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