NHL Imagines

John Gibson (Anaheim Ducks)

"Hey, wake up." You hear John Gibson's distinct voice calling out to you while he violently shakes your shoulder.

"Ugh, what?" You mumble groggily in response to him while refusing to open your heavy eyes.

"Do you have any idea what happened last night?" The voice asks which finally brings you back to reality and you are reminded of the events that unfolded the previous night.

John had thrown a surprise birthday party for Ryan Getzlaf and let's just say things got a little out of hand. The last thing you can remember is enjoying your fourth beer while dancing with Gibson in the middle of Ryan's massive house.

The blinding light from the sun spilling through the windows was enough for you to know you were going to have a massive hangover. You were unsure exactly how much alcohol you consumed last night, but it was definitely enough to make you regret your poorly made decisions.

You had passed out on Ryan's leather couch in the center of the living room. Most of the guests from the previous night had gone home, but there were a few bodies scattered across the house along with piles of red solo cups and empty beer bottles.

The decorations you and a few of your friends had worked so hard on were completely torn down and confetti littered every inch of the white carpet. Normally you would offer to help clean the mess up, but even the thought of the ear-piercing sound of a vacuum was enough to make you shiver.

"What. The hell. Happened." You blurt out while trying to regain your balance after lifting yourself off the couch.

"You know as much as I do." John remarked, handing you a glass of water and a few pills to help with your blistering headache.

You gladly accept and gulp down the ibuprofen. "Thanks-"

"Oh my god." Ryan says, completely cutting you off.

You swivel your head to see what had caught the hockey player's attention. You could see Ryan on the patio through the glass sliding door sprawled out on the concrete floor face down and half naked.

"Oh my god." You have the same reaction as Gibson and can't help but let out a little chuckle with your jaw dropped to the floor at the sight of your boyfriend's teammate. It looks like he had a good time last night.

He had his girlfriends signature red lipstick smeared across his lips, dramatic winged eyeliner spread mercilessly across his eyelids, vibrant blue eyeshadow, and bright red blush across his cheeks that resembled that of a clowns.

The sight was breathtaking, to say the least. John looked at you with a devilish smirk and you knew exactly what it meant. Reading his mind you whip your phone out of the back pocket of your jeans and capture as many photos as your camera storage would allow.

To the captain's displeasure, you had shared the photos on every social media platform you could think of. The masterpiece even found its way onto the Jumbotron at the Ducks game the following weekend, and everyone in the arena, except for Getzlaf, was enjoying every minute of it.