You let out a deep breath before stepping inside the Predators locker room, your heart beating out of your chest wildly.
The first person that greeted you was none other than Shea Weber, your favorite player. "Hi, I'm Shea, but you probably already knew that. Nice to meet you. What's your name?" He asked, flashing you that famous smile of his, causing his dimple to appear. "I'm Y/N, nice to meet you too."
You held your hand out nervously for him to shake. He laughed softly and pulled you in for a hug instead. You buried your face in his warm chest, so he couldn't see you blush. He wrapped his muscular arms around you securely and squeezed you tightly. After you pulled away from the hug, he introduced you to the rest of the players, who were all very nice and extremely attractive. As you were about to leave, Shea grabbed your arm just as your hand touched the doorknob, making you jump a bit. "Wait, can I get your number?"
"W- what?" Did Shea Weber just ask ME for my number? Is this a dream? I have to be dreaming. "Why?" You asked stupidly.
He smirked. "So I can take you out on a date of course." You felt your cheeks heat up. Shea Weber wanted to go on a date with you. So, after you exchanged numbers, he gave you a parting gift: a kiss on the cheek. That was enough to make you flustered. Shea winked at you before you turned around and left, your heart pounding as you made your way out of the arena. You were very excited for the date, which you couldn't wait for.
A/N: Omg this one was terrible! Anyway, next one is going to be a Craig Smith one, as requested by forsbae 😝!
Shout out to you😜.
- Allie 😎
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Nashville Predators Imagines
FanfictionA book full of imagines of the sweet, attractive, and dorky hockey players we all know and love. This team makes me so frustrated and angry but I love them anyways. (I also do non Nashville Predators imagines so feel free to send in requests!)
