The Tampa Bay Lightning 2026 Stadium Series Pro Hockey Jersey brings the thrill of outdoor hockey to life with a bold, modern look built for
I'm Obsessed with the TBL Stadium Series Jersey Design!
This Tampa Bay Lightning 2026 Stadium Series Jersey is the best look the Bolts have dropped in ages. The way the light blue and the navy contrast is just perfection.
The TBL logo is so clean, and the option to put ANY NAME and 00 on the back with those lightning bolt numbers is seriously tempting. Imagine rocking this at the actual outdoor game!
Question for the fandom: Are you customizing yours or getting a player jersey (like McDonagh)?
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The Tampa Bay Lighting 2026 Stadium Series Pro Hoodie captures the intensity of outdoor hockey with a bold design built for fans who want to
Obsessed with the new TBL Stadium Series Look
Okay, but seriously, the whole Tampa Bay Lightning 2026 Stadium Series aesthetic is just chef's kiss. That deep navy mixed with the icy gradient blue is pure perfection.
What I'm loving about the Pro Hoodie:
The massive TBL letters are so clean.
The little skull stamp detail on the pocket? Very cool.
That huge Stadium Series logo on the back is incredible for repping the event!
Time to secure this hoodie before the big game! Who's going to the Stadium Series? Let me know your predictions!
A/N: These are the reactions of fans meeting their favorite hockey player and the player's significant other. There are 3 players for this one. I am open to writing more - just send a request in!
Ross Colton:
It was a balmy day, that pre-afternoon thunderstorm humidity creating a thick wall outside of any area that could potentially hold air conditioning.
The season ended for the Bolts, but the battle for Lord Stanley continued for other teams. Bogo invited the team over to watch it while having a BBQ. He had asked that a side dish, snacks, or dessert was brought along, which prompted the rushed trip into the local grocery store.
Ross's frame hid her smaller frame as the two decided what to bring to the barbecue. The case of beer held by his side, the other arm wound around her waist. "How about we just bring some hummus and pretzels? We could also bring a box of cookies because we both know the kids would love us forever," he suggested, grabbing the bag of tiny pretzels. She nodded along, starting to walk over to where the cookies were in the bakery.
With their quest for snacks completed, the couple head to check out. She chirped about him not grabbing her some drinks, because 'beer is awful.' He chuckled, went to grab her a case of her own drinks, and return to the long line. That's when a young fan popped up behind them.
"I am so sorry! He just saw you from down the aisle. He's a big fan of yours," the frazzled mom spills.
Sharing a look, Ross turns to the boy. "Nice to meet you...."
"Jason!" A toothy, energetic reply comes. "As mom said, I am a huge fan. I watch everything I can! Can we get a picture, please?"
"Well that's very nice of you, buddy. Absolutely so," he says to him. "Hey hun, do you need my card?" he asks, turning to you.
"No, I've got it," she explained. He turned back to Jason, his mom ready to snap the picture. The two boys pose, large smiles on both faces.
"Who's that?" Jason questioned, peering over towards her.
"That little dude is my girlfriend."
Jason's jaw drops. "She's super pretty!" Hearing Ross chuckle, you turn and give the boy a soft smile and a little wink. "Lucky her! Can she be in the picture too?"
"Nah, I am the lucky one! Only if she wants to be." A set of pleading eyes convinces her to join the picture. The two leave to continue their shopping, and to let the couple get to where they needed to go.
Later that day Ross found the picture of the three, along with the caption, 'Thank you Ross for stopping and taking the time to say hi and to both of you for taking a picture with the little man.'
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Brandon Hagel:
A day spent accidentally burning in the sun, playing tag and soccer, crashing in the waves led to catching a bite to eat at one of the various beach restaurant locations. The Key West styled and painted building invited the couple up to the roof top bar.
Amidst the semi-impromptu sunset dinner date, she notices a girl, who she couldn't decide if was closer to the teens or early twenties, glancing over at their table. He also clocks her on his radar, but continues to focus on his lovely company. "Honey, you're going to need to apply aloe!"
She groans, "Ugh! I swear I had enough sunscreen on, but I can feel that post sunburn feeling already starting to take affect."
He throws a few ice cubes from the bottom of his water glass at her, laughing then starting to hiss like when water hits a burning hot pan. She makes a face at him, sending a glare towards him, as he continues to laugh. "My poor poor little crispy tater tot. We can stop on the way home to make sure we stock up on the sunscreen and aloe," he promises.
The two continue their meal, making the occasional chirps at each other. "Finish watching the sunset, to the store for the promised relief, then home for a shower," she compromises with him. He downs the remainder of his third water cup, reaching to grab the half drank beer. Again he clocks the other girl. Their table had just been cleared from the food baskets, which is when she decides to take her chance.
"You're Brandon Hagel," she states looking at him after approaching the picnic table.
He swallows his drink, "That I am. Can I help you?"
"I think I can help you. I cannot keep my eyes off of you. Can maybe I get your number?" She asks, a small pout to her lips, while she twirls a strand of hair.
"I don't have an issue taking a picture with you, but as you can see I'm here with my girlfriend," he motions toward her. The fan turns toward said girlfriend, eyeing her up and down. "You didn't even acknowledge that she's here. So please be kind to us.”
After she stalks away, he turns to you. “So tots - you ready for that promise relief?” A set of pleading eyes sends the couple off to retrieve the items and take a much needed indoor break.
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Brayden Point:
Her coworkers and begged for a drink after the long day. She agreed, but texted him to join them at the local restaurant. This really would be the first time he meets the entire work family. When he arrives, she disappears to retrieve him. “Team this Brayden. Brayden these are the lovely ladies who help me survive the day.”
“Nice to meet everyone,” he nods.
It takes a bit before Janet, the work team grandma, puts two and two together. The dots connect for her. Brayden had just excused himself for a moment. “Wait wait wait tots! You’re telling me that your boyfriend is Bolts player Brayden Point?! How am I just putting this together?”
She laughs, “Jan, we don’t really put this out on display for everyone. Neither of us want to draw attention to our private life.”
“Right there sweetheart. Never really gets questioned too much honestly. I think poor Bea gets confused as a fan or a friend of one of the other guy’s girl’s more than anything else,” he chuckles sitting down, arm draped around her shoulder.
“I can’t believe you never said anything!” Janet continues. “You’re dating basically a local celebrity!”
“Well you never really asked, and we don’t tell many people. Rather just let them find out on their own,” she shrugs. “We joke that it’s a secret club once people find out about us. So umm…welcome to the club I guess!”
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A/N: I wrote this up after hearing the news about Colton going to the Avs and also blasting Taylor Swift. I felt like it just made sense in this situation.
“And the Tampa Bay Lightning are your 2021 Stanley Cup Champions! Back to back!” The announcement shook through the arena. Air thick with electricity as realization kicked in. The team had done it. A back to back Stanley Cup run. Kings of NHL - a powerhouse of a team. Photographs snapped in every direction, smiles bright, whole body shaking with the adrenaline, as everyone tried to capture the moment. As fans started to exit into the downtown area, the team welcomed their families onto the ice to soak in the moment of what just became reality.
After coming off of last years run, the team had been determined to make another run for this years cup, holding the reins. Once a dream, Lord Stanley hoisted by team captain Steven Stamkos. “Remember this moment, here and now. Soak it all in babe,” she remarked to her boyfriend. He stood like a deer when caught in the headlights of a car, wide eye. By morning, if not earlier due to social media, the pictures would be on every major local tabloid.
“We are going down in franchise history as the team who brought back to back cups,” one of the guys chirped. “We will be remembered.”
Flash forward to the post season of the 2022-2023 season. Passing pictures around of that time as it came time to say goodbye to the town that created the player he was today tugged on his heart strings a bit more. All those years of work for him, his family cheering him on. She stood by his side, on the sidelines - whether that was physically or following along over social media, for every little victory, including a third Stanley Cup Final and then being kicked out in round one of the next year’s playoffs.
He never dreamt that he’d trade in his minor jerseys years ago to earning his NHL branded one.
Memories that were embedded into those walls, into the city, photographed and tucked away into an album to look back on years later. Waiting for those who asked the stories behind each photo. Looking at the boxes stacked containing those years in their city, ready to be unpacked in the coming week. Into a new place. In a new city, across the country.
She sat in a corner with the album. Small salty drops dripped onto the protective plastic. “Loves what is it?” he asked, concerned.
“I’ve had the time of my life, watching as you built your career, cheering you on. It’s just wild to think of the start of it all to now.” Not long after he came to Tampa is when the two met. She was the one to ask him for his number, but he asked for the date.
“Are you worried about the move?”
“More worried about the change for us.” News came a few days prior to Draft Day. Tampa couldn’t keep him, and the Colorado Avs offered a trade deal to acquire him. Moving away from the city that brought them together, onto the next adventure. “I know it’s not ideal, but I’m scared that if fate steps in, forcing a goodbye between us,” a hushed voice followed by a small sob explained. That fear of the change to come would tear the couple apart. She’d help him move, then tie up her part in Tampa, before coming out to Colorado, joining him.
His heart ached for her. “It’s not gonna happen. No goodbyes, a few see ya laters just like always. Just like this is an away game trip hunny. When our children point to the pictures - you’re going to explain the love story we created, and then explain it to our grandchildren.”
She questioned, “Children?” He nodded his head, scooting to rest on one knee.
“Ideally, this would have been more planned, but I think we need some magic and we need to create a happy memory in our new home.” The new home that she helped pick out, because even with this upside-down shock, he wanted…needed her there. In their home. A black velvet box appears from his pants pocket. “Marry me.” Not a question, a statement because he was so sure of his future with her, no matter where the two went or the universe threw in their direction.
Nodding, more tears cascading down her face, pulling him in for a kiss. She noticed the uniqueness of the glittering ring that adorned her ring finger. “What’s the story behind it?”
“I know you prefer an older style for jewelry, so I had a stone that was in my family cut into that pear shape, the outside adorned with sapphires to represent where we met and fell in love. Long live us, our relationship - no matter what is thrown our way.”
A continuation of what @cellythefloshie started with her teacher x Brandon Hagel blurb/imagine.
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Not long after retiring to the couch from the long Friday school day, does her phone ping with a new notification.
Unknown number: “Hey gorgeous”. Confusion taking over her mind. Three dots appear underneath, disappear, then reappear. “It’s Brandon.”
It clicks. He texted. That was quick of him. She didn’t expect him to text her so fast, let alone at all. He was a hockey player and she was an elementary school teacher. The two talked late into the night, texting about everything that came to mind. Both laughing and smiling at their phone screens.
This had become the new pattern the two fell into for the coming weeks. He had to travel to finish off the last few weeks of games, while she prepared for the end of the school year.
The first phone call came after a rough game between the Detroit Red Wings and the Lightning. He was so upset about the game's outcome, he just needed to take his mind off of it all, and drifted towards her.
Only a few rings before a half awake answer came out of the speaker. "Oh um hi," she yawned out.
He grimaced, "Shit. I woke you up."
"No. No, you're fine, Bran." He started to relax a little. "What's up? I wasn't expecting your call."
"Honestly?" he questioned, following up with the explanation. "Honestly, I need the distraction. I wanted to hear your voice. Tonight's game really sucked, ya know? Thought that this was easier than texting." Texting turned into phone calls as time permitted for the couple. He looked forward to hearing her voice after games.
A blaring clock sound rung out, scaring her awake. She jumped for her phone, shutting the alarm off, when a soft snoring sound arose followed by grumbling. On the other end of the noise was Brandon. He woke up hearing the noise, confused as it did not sound like his set tone. "Good morning," a soft voice called out. "It seems like we stayed on the phone all night."
"Morning darling. I'm pretty sure you fell asleep and not long after I did too. But I did have you up until somewhere around 2 am I believe," he admits. In past phone calls, she had ended the call before falling asleep, or he would hang up if she had fallen asleep on the call. She politely ended the call not long after, but he already planned to make sure he brought her coffee later in the day.
The bag packed with lunch items weighed in his hands, along with balancing the tray with coffee in it, as he walked into he school office. Nancy, the front office lady, dialed her room. "Ms. M, you have a visitor." He was then escorted back to her room.
She turned a bright pink when she caught sight of him. A few of her students started 'ooo-ing' and put the puzzle pieces together. Students lined up to head to lunch, he walked with the class. "I hope you don't mind that I brought you lunch...and coffee. I thought maybe have a lunch date. I know you are working so time is limited."
"Actually this has been the best part of today, well minus waking up to hearing you," she flirted. "Thank you for doing that."
"I couldn't pass up the chance to bring you coffee. The least I can do after I kept you up so late last night."
She finally accepted his invite to come to one of the games. He promised that the other wives and girlfriends would love her, as she would be up in one of the boxes with them during the game. It only was a couple of weeks prior that the two actually became an item.
Francesca Maroon took to her the quickest, well besides the Stamkos boys. Little Carter was glued to her side as much as she’d allow him to be. No eyelashes we batted as the group of women and children took to the newbie. She had been accepted into this exclusive club. New friends, an exciting new relationship, what more could she ask for? Playoffs were approaching, a battle for the championship, Lord Stanley, which would have brought the couple under stress, but the two maintained their routine. Brandon surprised her again at school, with boxes of donuts for her students.
Even through all the madness of his season, he took time to celebrate the little moments. Her class scored the highest average and most growth within her grade level in the school on the end of year state testing. The sweet moments in life are what the young couple enjoyed the most.
The team didn’t make it past the first round of playoffs, which was disappointing to the men, but it did allow for a bit of slow down for the couple. Especially once the school year ended for her. “What about a vacation once we finish packing up your classroom? It can be a couple days to wherever,” he suggested. “Just some us time.” She agreed.
Days later the two found themselves on the tarmac of the tiny airport of the small tropic island. Salty air, the smell of coconuts and wafts of sweet rum blanketed the city. Their cells rarely used the trip, focusing on themselves. The sweet journey of life the two could enjoy without much interruption.
A/N: This came from an episode of the Bolts show, where Tony and Brayden were cooking together. It has me in fits of giggles so I decided to see what came if it was the two of them creating a meal for Brayden's crush.
The original plan was for the three of them to go out for the evening, but that changed when a beg to let the boys cook for you started early that morning.
It had started in their group chat, ‘Can we please cook for you?’ The antics these boys had previously gotten you into were enough to write a book. ‘And by letting us cook - he means me.’ Tony replied.
‘I told you I’d help!’
‘She’s not responding….’
*Facetime from Rigi-Tony*
Accepting the call, his face popped into frame, with a connecting Brayden splitting the screen. “Dearest shortie - we’re bored and the weather is supposed to be bad,” a pleading look came from Brayden.
Side eyeing the two over the virtual call, "Seriously? It's barely eight am, and I haven't even had a cup of coffee yet!"
"But ducky!" The way that nickname rang out, the one that only got used when one of them really wanted their way. "Please! You know that life is tough, and Tony has really been working with me on my cooking skills," the star forward begged.
With a groan, and cheering from the two players, the quiet agreement happened for the change of plans. What wasn't known was the reasoning behind the sudden change.
Tony sent Brayden to the grocery store down the block with specific instructions for what items he needed for the chicken parmesan. The plan to use Tony's grandma's recipe to impress the girl his friend crushed on had been set into motion.
Brayden had denied every attraction to her, but finally admitted it to Tony one night after a few drinks. Tony then took on being his wingman, his job to be the two's personal cupid.
The three of them had met by accident. She had taken the summer job working as a waitress working the morning/brunch shift. A few of the guys and their friends had met up one warm summer morning. Brandi called out, so her boss switched the schedule up, which meant she now had the morning shift on her day off.
Just around brunch, the group showed up. She had heard through the grapevine that some players were regulars, especially during summer. It didn't bother her that they were basically local celebrities, treating them like any other customer. One of them dared another to buy her a shot or a drink, but got denied as she couldn't drink on the job. "Damn! Can we at least buy you a meal or something?!" It became the running joke anytime they would be there. She dropped her number off on the back of a receipt to them with the deal of letting them buy her a drink after work.
New chat from Ducky: 'I'm at least bringing the dessert since y'all insisted on cooking dinner tonight.' *Tony liked a message; Brayden liked a message.* Mind flooded with the memory of how she earned that nickname.
It wasn't long after the trio started to hang out, when they went out to a local bar. Tony handed her three shots that he dared her to take that after taking that final shot she had a minor coughing fit. "Are you okay?" Tony questioned, concerned he hurt her.
"Yep, yep, yep!" She breathed out.
Brayden laughed out, "Gods, you sound just like Ducky from the Land Before Time series! Sorry loves but you're never living that down."
The two boys started chanting, "Ducky." She just blushed like a mad woman and playfully shoved both guys.
His basket filled with the required items and two bottles of wine, one that matched dinner and the other being a backup for if she didn't like the one picked out.
The two men labored over the dinner, Tony mainly instructing Brayden with the steps, so that he could take the credit for making dinner.
She arrived a few hours later, Brayden, flour smeared across his cheek, answered the door. She brushed pass him, giving him time to collect his jaw from the floor. Her bag carried her movie night clothes, prepared to stay the night if too much alcohol became involved.
A small hum emitted from her in appreciation of a home cooked meal. "I'll admit it boys, you did a great job."
"You should be telling Brayden that, he's the one who did it," Tony comments.
"To Brayden then...for making a delicious meal for us tonight. The Chef of this wonderful meal," she smiled, sending a small wink towards him. Tony excused himself not long after finishing his meal to get the dessert she had brought. This was the time Brayden needs to tell her the way he felt towards her. "I meant what I said Bray, this meal is wonderful. You definitely have learned to cook a bit. Be proud about it."
He smiled, looked at her, trying to gather the right way to tell her his feelings. "Thank you Ducky. I really appreciate that." He chickened out. He did not tell her those harbored feelings. Movie night went on as normal for them.
Groaning, she woke up from the sun in her eyes and the smell of coffee filling her nostrils. She noticed a rhythmic breathing, felt a hum come from under her, and an arm wrapped around her waist.
"Rise and shine buttercups!" Tony called out. "Coffee is brewed and bagels are on the counter." She jumped off of the couch, away from the man under her. He groaned, rubbing his eyes.
"Dude why the early wakeup call?"
"Man we have morning skate in an hour. Better be functioning by then." The notice of two empty bottles of wine on the counter brought back the hazy memory of the night before. Dinner, dessert, wine, movie and popcorn. She must have fallen asleep on Brayden during the movie. Tony shooed him out. "Go get ready." Brayden left the room, leaving the two friends. "You know it is obvious that you like him."
"What? No, I don't like him," she stated. Tony gave her a pointed look. "Okay, okay," she held up her hands. "It's that obvious?" He nodded at her, cracking a half grin. "He won't go for me. He can have any woman he wants. Besides I'm y'all's best friend. He won't want to risk it."
At practice, he told Tony how he chickened out about telling her how he felt. “We were sitting there, all the feelings bubbles up to properly tell her, and I couldn’t say it to her! I felt like a fish with no air, ya know?”
New message from Rigi-Tony: *Just tell him already.* She rolled her eyes. “He’s right boo. You better tell that fine ass man how you feel already. You two look like lovestruck puppies when the other isn’t fully focused,” Jamie admitted to her. She rolled her eyes at the comment. New message from Rigi-Tony: *And by telling him, I mean like tonight.*
Tonight. The big game against the Toronto Maple Leafs. She promised both men she’d attend the playoff game.
Late into the first period, anyone tuning into the game watched what happened to the star forward player. Slamming into the boards, his right leg taking the majority of the impact. Her heart jumped to her throat and then plummeted into her stomach. He was seriously injured. Avoiding putting any weight onto that leg, he skated off and down the tunnel. She knew she wouldn’t be able to talk to him until the end of the game, sitting on the edge of her seat until she saw him reappear on the bench, still in loads of pain.
He stuck out the remaining game time after trying a shift on the ice. She rushed from her seat and down to the side entrance into the tunnel as fast as she could get down there. Pounding on the locker room door, Pat opened it up. Without even thinking, she barged past him, planning to apologize later.
Frantically her eyes scanned the room for her favorite Canadian. He was propped up between his locker seat and a make shift footrest. The pain written all over his face, no masking it. Her figure dashed to him, his lips parted in an empty attempt to say anything. Her fingers dance across his face and tangle into his hair, pulling him towards her. Lips colliding, he tasted of mint and salt, she tasted of lemonade and faint vanilla.
Cheering ensued all around them. Shouts of ‘fucking finally!’ and ‘about damn time!” Breaking the kiss, she shoved him, eyes watering. “Don’t do that! God B! You had me worried sick!” He was too stunned to answer her.
“You kissed me…” a barely audible whisper. He repeated himself. A grin broke out across the player’s face. He repeated himself for a second time. She just nodded, pulling him into a light hug, being careful not to hurt him further.
