—Laner, Montreal Canadiens, getting the love he deserves (do we call this puppy Hutty love?)
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—Laner, Montreal Canadiens, getting the love he deserves (do we call this puppy Hutty love?)
Do yall mind if I animorph your Habs
The entire thesis of this is I think Slaf & Arber are the epitome of Czechoslovakian wolfdogs. Big & fluffy & goofy.
Suzy and Demi matching in red
Blank Space | Ivan Demidov
requested by @juliepiercyr
you had a bit of a reputation in the montreal canadiens' locker room. as head coach marty st. louis' family, you were around quite a bit. and you were a flirt. a big one. you'd never really dated any of the players on the team, but that didn't stop you.
you were young, you were allowed to have fun. you never let it go any further than flirting, though, as you did have a reputation even outside of the locker room.
you hadn't been around a lot at the end of last season, choosing to travel instead, so you missed the end of the season and the return to the playoffs. but now you were back. there were new players on the team, ones you hadn't met yet.
you had already imagined what had been said about you to them. that you've got a long list of ex-lovers, that you're insane, you love the players, and they love your game. in their words, you were a nightmare dressed like a daydream. you'd leave your next victim with a nasty scar.
underneath all of it, though, beneath all the flirting, you just wanted someone. wanted forever. yeah, you had jealousy issues, but that's just because you wanted someone all for yourself; your person.
the rookie; ivan demidov, was the first new guy on the team your uncle introduced you to. you know he's heard about you; rumours fly around here. but you can also read him like a magazine. love's a game, and he wants to play.
he looks like your next mistake; you've made too many of those before, but hey, let's be friends. you're dying to see how this one ends. will it be like all the others? or could this time be different? is the high gonna be worth the pain?
a month is all it took for him to ask you out. and he was warned before. give it a month and he'll see why none of them ever stuck around with you. you'll make him second-guess himself and it'll go down in flames.
you said no, at first. you didn't want to be that person anymore. the one who cycles through hockey players like they're nothing. you hated that people thought that way of you now; it wasn't you.
in truth, you were a hopeless romantic who looked in all the wrong places. so, you said no to ivan demidov, even though he seemed different than all the other players you'd been with before. didn't push, didn't act cocky and presumptuous when asking you out. didn't even seem to be upset when you said no.
but, that didn't stop him from trying. he may be young, and a little bit reckless, but he saw through that tough 'serial dater' exterior you forced upon yourself. people saw you one way, so it seemed like you chose to go along with it.
after a few months of trying, him asking you out every now and again, you told him why.
'i'll break your heart. i'll ruin you.' you admitted. he didn't want you. he wanted the idea of you.
'you think bad of yourself?' he asked, his accent making it come out way nicer than you thought he was trying to be.
'it's true, isn't it? you all want me until you realize just how 'insane' i am.' you said with air quotes. 'am i insane for just wanting love?' you added, not knowing he heard you.
'not insane. brave. good. love is good.' he said. 'everyone deserve love.'
'do i?' you questioned.
you'd spent so long trying and trying. looking for love in all the wrong places. maybe it's not out there for you. you'd closed off your heart to real love and adopted this persona.
'yes. you deserve. i... i want to show love.' he said. 'to you.' he quickly added.
you frowned. had you been pushing him away when all he wanted was to actually get to know you? to learn to love you? the thought warmed your heart. and your face. did you really have enough blank space in your heart left for him to try?
yeah, you did.
'okay, one date. but no promises.' you said. 'you might go running for the hills after.'
'no running. no hills. promise.' he said, grinning.
okay, yeah, maybe ivan demidov could fill that blank space in your heart.
Me putting my Demidov card on Aphrodite's altar: Do you like this? Is this good? Don't you love this sweet boy? Don't you want him to be loved and win?
since my mom's favorite player is hutson and my dad's is demidov, does that mean that i'm technically a hutdov lovechild
even MORE ivan and marty!
(source)
Oh Demi swearing by accident my heart is growing three sizes as we speak