#HockeyFanFiction

[razzle-dazzle97]

yall i need the 2017-18 hockey fanfic community to help me. my favourite fanfic of all time from the nhl fandom is called casino night horror and it was from the hockey fanfiction website (like it was called hockeyfanfiction.com). i found the fic in the hockeyfanfiction tumblr archive but whenever i click read more, it takes me to the hockeyfanfiction.com website (i hyperlinked the archive search for the fic) and then no fics are found on there.

PLEASE does anyone know how i can access the entire story??? there’s 9 chapters and i only remember reading up to the 3rd or 4th chapter and i really really really wanna finish it.

i appreciate if anyone has any info or can get this post some traction so the right people can find it

[firebird7479]

"Dive into 'The Head Game' on Wattpad, where hockey's thrill meets the harsh reality of concussions. Follow one family's journey through injury and healing. #HockeyDrama #ConcussionAwareness"

[betterthebest]

Love me if it’s what you wanna do | A Vince Dunn Fanfiction

Status: Not requested

Description: You and Vince have been dating for a few months. Lately he hasn’t been himself and it’s been causing you stress. Will this last or is it just a fling?

A/N: This is an example of a hockey based fic. Requests are open for me to write about one of your faves. I’ve seen a lot of Vince fics popping up so I thought this was a perfect way to showcase what I’ve got. Hope you enjoy the story! _________________________________

You have been dating Vince for five months now. He was one of the first people you met when you arrived in St. Louis for your job. You met at a club that your new coworkers took you to celebrate your first week in town. He was dancing with a few friends and had girls surrounding them. The guys didn’t look phased like it happened all the time. You decided to get a drink from the bar with one of your female coworkers. “Gin,” you heard a male voice next to you. He shouted over the blaring music. You looked over to see a tall man with curly hair. He wore a black tee with a chain around his neck. He looked at you with his striking eyes. He smiled at you and you smiled back. “Hey,” he initiated.  “Hi.” Your voice was a little shaky. You didn’t remember the last time a man initiated a conversation with you in a social setting. “Wanna dance?” He asked you. Your eyes widened at his question. “What about your drink?” You laughed, pointing at the glass the bartender just brought him. He grabbed it and downed the drink. He placed it on the bar and took your hand to the middle of the dance floor. He grabbed your hips and swayed with you to the music. You didn’t realize the time until you felt your phone vibrating in your jeans. It was 1 am and your coworker texted to see where you were. You thanked him for the dance and left. You didn’t get his number even though you really wanted it. As fate would have it, you met at a store and exchanged numbers. 5 months and 12 dates later, you were wondering where the hell this was going. 

You popped up at Vince’s house after texting him that you were coming over. He opened the door, a smile on his face. “Hey,” he nodded his head.  “Hi handsome.” You got on your tip toes and kissed his lips. The kiss was half assed which was unusual. He’s pretty passionate when it comes to kissing you, but you tried to push that in the back of your mind. “What have you been doing?” You folded your jacket halfway and placed it on his couch. “Nothing much. Finished playing a game.” He sat down, his arms stretched on the back of the couch. “That’s cool.” You nodded and sat right next to him. “I missed you.” You looked up at him. He smiled, “yeah? Why’s that?” You were caught off guard by his answer. “Because I enjoy hanging out with you. What do you mean?” He shrugged, “just asking.” Silence fell upon the two of you. He was the only one home at that time. He had some movie from the 90s playing on his flat screen. Every once and a while you hear chuckles coming from him. You weren’t really paying attention, your mind raced. He was being very weird. Usually Vince is affectionate with surprise kisses and an arm around your shoulders. There was a few inches between the two of you on the couch. You wanted to address it, but the words in your head weren’t making sense. You continued finding the right words. It was pointless cause all that came out of your mouth was, “what’s up with you tonight?” He looked over to you. “What?”  “You’re being weird. You won’t even touch me, what the fuck is up?” You tried not to be aggressive in the way you spoke. He smiled, eyes darting around the room. “Wow y/n, maybe I’m tired. I just got back from a week in Canada this morning.” “Then why did you tell me I could come over?” You stood up. You placed your hands on your hips, looking at him, waiting for an answer. He didn’t have anything to say to that. You rolled your eyes and grabbed your jacket. You started to walk away, but you felt his hand on your wrist. “Y/n, wait!” You turned your head to him. “What?” You were seething with anger at this point. You wasted your time driving a half hour to come see him. Watching tv is something you could have done alone in your sweatpants, no makeup. “Look, y/n I really like you. I thought if I could be cold you would leave me no choice but to forget about you.” You were confused. He likes you, but wants you to stop dating him. He could see the confusion on your face and further explained himself. “I don’t get into relationships. I’m scared I’ll hurt you in the long run and that’s not something I want to do. You’re just way too good for me.” “How could you say that Vince? Sometimes you just have to take a chance. Am I worth that chance? Please tell me, I won’t get upset. I just need to know if I’m wasting my time here.” You gave it to him straight. Five months is a long time to not have anything to show for it. It wasn’t fair to the both of you. Vince looked in your eyes as if he was searching for an answer. Your lips tightened.  “You’re so worth the chance y/n.” He pulled you to his body, holding you in an embrace. Your arms wrapped around his waist. He ran his fingers through your hair, a kiss planted on the top of your head. “I’m sorry I was a dick tonight. Be my girlfriend?” He let go of you, but kept you at arms length. “You were a huge dick, but since this was the only time, I’ll let it slide. Next time boyfriend, it’s done,” you smiled. You were one to stand your ground and stand strong in your convictions. He knew you weren’t playing around despite the smile on your face. “Strongly noted. Now, can I have a kiss?” He put on the sweetest smile he could muster. You let out a little giggle. “Come here.” You stood on your tip toes and wrapped your arms around his neck. You and Vince leaned in at the same time until your lips connected. This time the passion was back and you couldn’t be happier. 

[timetravelingheart]

Consequences Chapter Fourteen: A.M. Imagine

This one is a beast! I’m sorry! 

Also, smut warning. 

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“Whoa, Matts,” William exclaimed, clearly impressed. “That’s quite some arm candy you’ve got there.”

Before Auston could angrily tell William not to speak about Tessa that way, he realized his buddy was actually looking at the new watch on his wrist and laughed. “Oh yeah, she did a good job, didn’t she?” he held out his wrist so William, Mitch, and Morgan could get a better look. Tessa was off chatting with Steph and William’s date, Katie.

“What do you think that set her back?” Mitch asked, as he examined it closer.

“Too much,” Auston shook his head, remembering that he had actually been pretty upset with her for spending that much money on him when he knew she had worked so hard to save while in school. He didn’t want to fight about it, especially as they were exchanging their first Christmas gifts, but he couldn’t help but worry that she thought she had to spend that money just because of his job and lifestyle. When she mentioned how much he had probably spent on her earrings, he knew she had a point, but he could afford it without worrying about it. He didn’t want to say that and offend her, but it bothered him.

“Well, it’s a beauty,” Morgan agreed. “Are you going to be together over the holidays?”

“No,” he sighed. That had also bothered him more than he admitted. “She’s going home to London for Christmas, and then she has plans with some girlfriends for New Year’s. I guess they’ve rented out a chalet at Blue Mountain for the past few years, and now it’s a tradition.”

“Steph mentioned something about that when I asked her if Tessa was joining us for our New Year’s party,” Mitch responded, taking a sip of his gin and tonic. Mitch and Stephanie were hosting a New Year’s party for the team at their new condo together and Auston had been looking forward to spending the night with his friends and his girl, but she had other plans apparently.

He didn’t realize he had been staring at her across the room until she caught his eye and sent a curious look his way as Stephanie, Katie, and now Christina chatted around her. He quickly recovered, sending her a wink before turning back to the guys.

“Yeah, not this year,” he responded to Mitch.

“When does she go to London?” William asked, feeling a little sorry for his friend.

“Tomorrow. She has to finish grading papers tomorrow morning, and then she heads out some time in the afternoon, and doesn’t come back until January 3rd,” he sighed.

“Did she ask you to go and meet her family?” Morgan asked, as they all started to make their way to their table.

“She did,” Auston replied, taking his seat next to Morgan and leaving the seat next to him empty for Tessa. “It just depends because my grandma is coming here too, and I don’t want to miss seeing her, so I’m hoping I can. I’ve only met her dad through FaceTime so far.”

Auston knew how much Tessa’s dad meant to her, and knew how much she wanted the two of them to meet, but their schedules just never seemed to match up. Tessa understood that he’d want to stay in town for his grandma, so she wasn’t upset, but he really wanted to make it work.

“Well, I’m sure you guys will have lots of time to meet,” Morgan responded. “Considering how crazy in love you two are, I think there will be tons of chances.”

Auston coughed on the drink he had been taking. In love. Morgan knew?

“What?” Morgan asked, oblivious.

“What makes you think she’s in love with me?” Auston whispered, hoping no one else was overhearing this conversation. William and Mitch had already moved on and were talking about the new updates to Call of Duty.

Morgan stared blankly at Auston. When it didn’t seem like Auston was joking, his jaw dropped slightly.

“Are you kidding?” he asked, genuinely confused.

“No!” Auston whisper shouted. “You think she’s in love with me?”

Morgan reached over and knocked on Auston’s forehead before Auston pushed his hand away. “Hellooo, anyone in there?” Morgan teased. “You can’t actually be serious?” When Auston just stared, he laughed, amazed. His friend was an idiot. “You are serious. Jesus, what has this girl done to the confidence of Auston Matthews?”

“What do you mean?”

“Matts, a person would have to be blind or stupid to not know that the two of you are in love!” Morgan thought this was obvious to everyone, but apparently the only people who didn’t know Auston and Tessa loved each other were Auston and Tessa. Go figure.

“How did you know I love her?” Auston demanded. He hadn’t told anyone yet.

“Did you get hit in the head recently and have just been hiding it?” Morgan squinted his eyes at his clueless friend. “Man, it’s so obvious. And it’s also so obvious she feels the same! I just assumed you had already said it.”

“I mean, not technically,” Auston looked away, making sure Tessa wasn’t within earshot.

“What does ‘not technically’ mean?”

Auston sighed. He might as well tell someone. It had been weighing on his mind ever since that night.

“I actually told her I love her a few weeks ago,” Auston whispered.

“That’s great!” Morgan exclaimed. When Auston didn’t seem to share in his excitement, he paused. “Isn’t it?”

“I mean, I said it and she was asleep but I didn’t know she was asleep so she didn’t even hear it,” Auston shrugged, embarrassed. “And then I just decided to keep it to myself for a bit. I guess I just don’t feel ready to say it.”

“Why not? You said it once already,” Morgan was confused.

“I think maybe it was just for the best that she didn’t hear it yet,” Auston felt the heat climbing his neck as he tugged at his collar. “I just think that’s too much too fast, and we’re still getting to know each other and figure it all out.”

“What is there to figure out?” Morgan pressed.

Auston hadn’t told anyone that he had been having doubts about him and Tessa, not even Mitch. He felt so guilty for how he was feeling, but if he were honest with himself, telling her he loved her so easily terrified him. His feelings for Tessa were big and loud and everywhere, and they were still so young. What if he messed this up? What if he did hurt her? They were both so busy with their own careers and lives and she was...she was perfect. And somehow, that made her even more terrifying.

“Matts, you can tell me,” Morgan whispered, knowing this was not the appropriate venue for this conversation, but also seeing his friend struggle made it seem necessary.

“Sometimes I just worry that I jumped into this too fast,” he admitted. “Don’t get me wrong, Tess is perfect and I do love her, but I’ve basically been one-track minded ever since we met and it’s just...all-consuming. My feelings for her just feel all-consuming all the time, and most of the time that’s great and amazing, but sometimes it’s just overwhelming and I worry about doing or saying the wrong thing and not being able to go back from that.”

“I mean, you are going to do or say the wrong thing sometimes, and so is she,” Morgan offered. “That’s normal in a relationship like this.”

“I know, I just don’t think if I’m ready for a relationship ‘like this’ and I feel awful even thinking that,” Auston pressed his hands to his eyes. He could feel a headache coming on. No more alcohol for him tonight, he figured.

“Look man, I can see how into her you are, I can see how amazing she is, and I can see how deeply you both care for each other,” Morgan clapped him on the back. “My advice, even though you didn’t ask for it, is just not to make any rash decisions based on fear. You don’t know what decisions you’ll be able to walk back later on,” Morgan nodded towards where the girls were making their way over and Auston stood up from his seat, turning to see Tessa looking at them curiously.

“What has you two so serious?” she asked, accepting her chair that Auston had politely pulled out for her.

“The usual,” Morgan offered when he could see Auston struggling.

“Sports,” Morgan, Tessa, and Stephanie all said at once, laughing at themselves.

“Well, no sports talk,” Steph reprimanded. “This night is supposed to be fun!”

“She’s right,” Tessa leaned over and tucked herself under Auston’s arm. “Fun,” she looked up at him, knowing there was more on his mind than he was letting on. Auston leaned down and placed a quick peck on her lips.

“Fun,” he repeated.

**

It was nearing 2am when Auston and Tessa climbed out of the Uber the Leafs had supplied for them. Tessa had Auston’s suit jacket wrapped around her shoulders tightly as they entered the building silently.

Neither had much to drink, both with so much on their minds, but they had a fun night with their friends. As they entered his apartment, Tessa slipped out of her heels and headed towards the bathroom to start to get ready for bed. She knew something was off with Auston tonight, but had just hoped it was about how badly the team had been playing lately. But she would catch him with a blank look on his face from time to time, clearly lost in thought. Sometimes she would feel him staring at her, but he would either wink or turn away quickly when he had been caught. She thought if she went to get ready for bed, it would give him some time to himself.

She stood in front of his bathroom mirror, taking out her earrings and pulling her hair out of its tight bun, as Auston walked in behind her and leaned against the door, keeping his eyes on hers in the mirror.

“Did you have fun tonight?” he asked. He knew he had been in his head all night and had hoped his behaviour didn’t ruin the night for her. She deserved to take it easy for once.

“I did,” she nodded, running a brush through her hair. “Thanks for having me.”

Auston reached out to take the brush from her hands, and took over for her. She sighed as he did. It was an oddly sweet gesture to have your hair brushed by someone else. “Well thanks for coming,” he responded, watching as her eyes closed. She looked peaceful. She looked beautiful. She looked...perfect.

Auston couldn’t help himself as he pushed his body up against her back, he mouth going right to her exposed neck. When he heard her little moan, he dropped the brush on the counter with a clank. He continued his attack on her neck, his hands rubbing up and down against the silky fabric of her dress.

“Auston,” Tessa moaned, the atmosphere in the room changing quickly. When she tried to turn to face him, he held on tighter, keeping her in place. He wanted to see her in the mirror.

“Mm mm,” he responded, as his hands finally found the hidden zipper on the side of the dress. He slowly slipped it down her body, revealing only a black thong. He knew she hadn’t been wearing a bra, and he was more than happy to have that confirmed as he stared at her nearly naked body in the mirror. He watched as her nipples perked, reaching up to gently squeeze her breasts. He could feel the heat radiating off of her.

“Auston,” Tessa repeated, trying not to lose herself right then and there.  

“You’re so beautiful, baby, you know that?” he whispered against her neck, as his hands pushed her thong down to the ground and his hand moved to cover the spot that had now been exposed. “Look at yourself.”

Tessa kept her eyes closed, pushing her bottom back into him, needing to feel him. It was obvious he was turned on, and she hated that he still had so many clothes on. Barriers. Clothes were just barriers to her in this moment.

“Tessa,” Auston’s hand on her heat stopped moving. “I want you to see yourself when I’m touching you. Open your eyes, baby.”

Tessa slowly opened her eyes, taking in her flushed face, hard nipples, and the sexy smile of the man behind her. She rolled her eyes playfully, before reaching down to press his hand against her heat again. “Keep going,” she whispered.

Auston, who wasn’t one to deny her a request, immediately started playing with her again, slipping a middle finger in slowly. “Oh, baby, you’re so ready for me,” he moaned, his dick straining against his dress paints. “Can you feel how ready you are, Tess?” he grabbed a hand that had been in his hair and replaced his finger with her own. The moan she let out was incredible. “Touch yourself, baby. Show me what you want.”

“Auston,” Tessa moaned, as he watched her slick fingers slide in and out. “Auston.”

“Tell me, baby, tell me what you want.”

“I want,” Tessa stuttered, trying to catch her breath. “I want you to take off your clothes. I want to feel you.”

“Feel me where, baby?” Auston asked as he pulled back slightly to unbutton his shirt and let it fall to the floor.

“I want-” Tessa sucked in a breath as she felt his clothed member brush against her naked behind.

“What Tess? What do you want?” he demanded as he slowly unzipped his pants and let them and his briefs fall to the ground. He kept his distance, not wanting her to feel him yet. He needed to hear her say it first.

Tessa sighed deeply, reaching for his hand to replace hers. He let her take it, but just kept it pressed against her. Tessa moaned and groaned, clearly frustrated.

“You have to say it, Tess,” he teased, his lips brushing against her neck softly.

“I want you to fuck me,” she finally breathed out, her eyes now wide open and staring into his in the mirror.

“Baby,” Auston pushed a finger into her, spreading her out, making sure she was ready for him. “I want to fuck you so hard, baby.” He pumped his fingers in and out faster as Tessa reached for her hips to pull him flush up against her backside. She wiggled her butt and that was all Auston needed. He reached over to grab a condom out of the top drawer and quickly slipped it on, all while holding her in place.

He spun her around, picked her up and sat her on the counter before sliding himself into her, groaning as he felt her stretch. Tessa’s hands fisted in his hair as she screamed incoherently, moving with his rhythm. Auston kept one hand on her backside and brought the other up to her face, making sure she was looking at him. He leaned in to kiss her deeply. He was nearing his climax and he could tell she was too.

“Tess, I’m-” he grunted.

“I know baby, I know,” she responded. “Me too.”

Auston thrusted in and out, keeping his eyes trained on hers. He wanted to see her face when she came.

“Baby, you have to come first,” he begged, it was getting too hard to hang on. “I need to see you come, Tess.”

Tessa moaned loudly, feeling her stomach start to clench. Auston could feel her walls tighten around him as she let out a loud exclaim. She tried to pull his head to her chest, but he held strong. He watched as the pleasure crossed her face, and knew he was done for in more ways than one.

He pumped one more time, finally spilling his release into the condom. He let his head head drop to her shoulder as she gently played with his hair. He could hear her heart pounding, could feel his pounding just the same. He slowly pulled out, but stayed in her embrace for a little while longer.

Finally, she lifted his head and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. “Thanks,” she whispered. He laughed lightly. He was exhausted.

“You too, baby,” he kissed her again before pulling away and removing the condom. He washed his hands and then reached over to gently lift her off of the counter. When he placed her on the ground, he squeezed her close in a tight embrace.

After they both cleaned up, they climbed into bed, with Tessa tucked under his arm. She was sound asleep within minutes.

And yet, Auston, who had been exhausted before the night even began, was wide awake, his head swimming with thoughts.

He loved her and he knew now that she loved him.

His girlfriend, his dream girl, this stunning creature in his arms, loved him. She didn’t even have to say it, but Morgan was right. It was there and it was obvious.

She loved him. And he loved her.

And now he was going to have to end it.

Dammit.

Dammit.

[hockeyboysimagines]

Love all your stories are there any other creators on the platform you would recommend reading.

Oh man there’s so many talented writers.

@jostyriggslover96 @princessphilly @hookingminor @puckingfabulous @raysofcrosby @leafsbabe @texanstarslove @matbaerzal @nhlandotherimagines @dumb-and-dunner

Were some of my favorites before I started writing and actually inspired me to start posting. They’re all so talented!

@hockeywritingcollection @princessphilly-ficrecs

Both have a pretty great collection of Fic Recs that you can go through! I also recommend searching the Hockeyfanfiction tag to find more☺️

[whockeywhore]

Wait. There is a Marco Scandella fic on this site?! Where so I find it, I’ve searched this whole site for content on him and didn’t see one.

Not on here, on hockeyfanfiction dot com. It's a one shot but like... really good.

[pksuburban]

Hello. If you write fanfic on here, please put it under a read more tag. And if it's nsfw (especially if it's about a specific real, live person), make sure you specify that it is nsfw and don't tag the person in it because minors search those tags.

[spine-buster]

Lmao I was on mibba and hockeyfanfiction and wrote a Tyler Seguin story 🥴🥴 those were the days lol

I LOVE THIS FOR YOU! I almost wrote a Milan Lucic story 😐

[firebird7479]

"Two brothers, one devastating hit. Dive into their journey in 'The Head Game.' How do you cope with guilt and recovery? #HockeySiblings @Wattpad" #wattpad

[betterthebest]

Always Here | A Colton Parayko fic

Status: fluffy imagine requested by anon  Description: Everything seems to be going wrong, but your boyfriend Colton is always there to pick you up. 

A/N: Hope this lifts up your spirits, as well as anyone else going through a rough time!

The whole week has been long and difficult. Between work and not being able to see your boyfriend of three years, it’s been ten times worse. It’s finally Friday, the first day back for Colton after being away for a week on a trip to California. You tuned in to each and every one of his games that week. His games gave you anxiety, even though he always did well. But you were finally ready to see him tonight. You got into your car after the worst day you’ve had in months. Everything stressed you out, even the smallest of things. This happened from time to time. It’s one of those days where nothing went right. Everything had to be way more difficult than it usually is. On the ride home it took everything out of you not to have a nervous breakdown. It was dangerous to drive under this condition, but you really wanted to get home as soon as possible. You turned off the radio to concentrate the last 10 minutes of your ride. You didn’t know how you did it, but you made it home the time you always do. The house was only a few steps away when you pulled into the driveway. Colton’s car was parked right next to yours. Your heart fluttered, knowing that he was home already. You took your keys out of your bag and jingled them in the lock. Your hands were shaking and before you could turn the key, Colton answered the door. His tall stature stood over you causing a shadow. You looked up to see his bright baby blues staring back at you. His smile brought you comfort. “Good evening my love,” he pulled you in for a hug. His body heat radiated onto you. “Colton!” You slumped your body into him, not having the energy to stand on your own. He picked you up off the ground and carried you to the living room. “Thank you for not dropping me,” you said softly. He let out a chuckle. “I will never drop you. I just thought your legs gave out.” You tried to muster up the best smile that you could. It must have been a failure because Colton’s face looked of confusion. “Baby, are you okay?” He sat down next to you on the couch. You couldn’t say anything, all you could do was cry. You placed your hands over your face so he couldn’t see you cry. It’s been three years, but you hated him seeing you weak. He put his arm around you and pulled you close. His other arm came around so you were in an embrace. He ran his fingers through your hair. “It’s okay y/n, I’m here babe. I’m here.” He kissed the top of your head and continued running his hands through your hair. Colton whispered affirming words to you. “I love you so much. Shhh, everything is okay. Just cry it out.” He never told you to stop crying, he always says to let it all out to feel better. He only wanted you to be happy. You sat like that for a half hour until you collected yourself. He wiped your eyes with his thumbs softly. The smile on his face made you smile, genuinely this time. “There you are!” He hugged you tightly. You stayed in the embrace for a moment before pulling away. “I’m sorry, I’m such a mess,” you sniffled.  “You’re not y/n, trust me you’re not.” Colton placed his hands on your cheeks, thumbs running over your cheekbones. He looked into your eyes with love and affection. He truly loved you and you could tell. From the moment you met him, you felt that he’s the one, and times like this reaffirm it. “I love you.” He leaned in a little closer, noses almost touching. “I love you too. Thank you Colton.” You leaned your forehead on his, closing the gap. He turned to the left to give you a kiss. It was one of those tender kisses, that exhibited care. Those were your favorite. 

[timetravelingheart]

Consequences Chapter Thirteen: A.M. Imagine

I have no idea who actually still follows me or cares about this story anymore, but I’m back! I had all of these big plans for this story and ended up cutting it short, but I had been re-reading my drafts and I don’t know - just wanted to keep it going. So, to that end, I have quite a few more chapters already written and am just going to enjoy continuing Auston and Tessa’s journey. I hope you’ll come along! 

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Everything between Auston and Tessa had been going so well that it was making Tessa a little nervous. How was it possible that they had been together for nearly 4 months now? It of course wasn’t her longest relationship by any stretch, but every now and again she had to remind herself of how far they’ve come from their first meeting and how much he has proven her first thoughts about him and his intentions wrong.

She was also starting to realize just how deep into this she was. She had already had a bit of a sense of her feelings for him changing, but the night of the first snowfall really solidified it for her. She was falling in love. But she wasn’t quite ready for that big declaration to make its way out into the world just yet, especially when he hadn’t made any kind of indication that he was there yet.

“Earth to Tessa!” she could hear Steph call in what felt like a far away distance.

“Hmm?” she shook her head, shaking herself free of her inner monologue. “Sorry Steph, did you say something?”

“Honey,” Steph laughed, “I’ve been going on and on for ten minutes now about how frustrating Mitchell is to buy for because he already has everything he wants, and you were so politely nodding along that I thought you were actually listening!”

“Sorry,” Tess smiled sheepishly. “I thought you guys agreed not to do presents this year?”

“We agree on that every year and somehow he still ends up getting me something!” Steph exclaimed with a huff, though Tessa knew she wasn’t actually frustrated. From what she understood, Mitch was surprisingly a pretty good gift-giver. “But that’s not the point. Where were you just now?”

“Just thinking,” Tess answered, moving from the rack of bags to the counter where the watches were stored. Maybe she could get Auston a watch for Christmas?

“Okay, don’t make me pull it out of you,” Steph laughed. “What did Auston do to make you look so in love?”

Tessa’s head snapped up at Steph’s last word. “What? No I don’t. I was just thinking about what I should get him for Christmas.”

Steph stopped her own browsing to turn and give Tessa a look of disbelief. Did she really think no one knew how she and Auston felt about each other?

“Have you and Auston not said ‘I love you’, yet?” Steph asked, struggling to hide her shock. Those two were so clearly head over heels in love with each other that it seemed ridiculous to even pretend otherwise. When Tessa just shook her head, Steph let out a bark of laughter, quickly trying (and failing) to hide it with her hand.

“Thanks Steph,” Tessa rolled her eyes.

“Oh honey, I’m sorry,” Steph reached out and tugged at the sleeve of her puffer jacket. “I’m just a little confused is all. Everyone and their grandmother can see how you two look at each other.”

"What are you talking about?” Now it was Tessa’s turn to be confused. “We’re just not there yet.”

“Or neither of you are willing to admit that you are,” Steph offered. When Tessa flushed, Steph knew she hit the nail on the head. “Well, if it’s any consolation, I don’t think there’s any rush to say it if you’re not ready. You two seem pretty happy as is.”

“We are really happy,” Tessa smiled. “I just don’t want anything to mess it up.”

“Why would expressing your love mess anything up?” Steph handed her credit card over to the cashier who was ringing up the wallet she was buying for Mitch.

“It’s only been about 4 months. It just seems too soon, especially given his history,” Tessa felt bad that she still had those doubts about them, but every time one of the Launchpad volunteers or a girl at school brought him up and what they may or may not have done with him last season, she just couldn’t let it go. She tried really hard, because she trusted him and because he hadn’t done anything to make her think otherwise since they started seeing each other, but it wasn’t easy.

“T, his present is you and only you. His history is just that - history,” Steph smiled and thanked the cashier as she accepted her bag. She linked her arm through Tessa’s as they left the store and re-entered the cold Toronto winter outside. It had been flurrying all day, big fluffy snowflakes, but it was also brutally cold with the wind chill.

“I know, I just can’t help but remember who he is to the people in this city sometimes,” Tessa replied. “Don’t get me wrong - I don’t think he’d ever cheat on me. But sometimes just remembering how other people see him, and how some of those people had him, makes me uncomfortable.”

“That’s totally normal,” Steph said as she unlocked her car door and climbed in, Tessa climbing into the passenger seat. “But you can’t let it get to you or stop you from furthering your relationship with him. You deserve to love and be loved in a big way, Tessa. Telling him you love him won’t mess anything up, I promise,” she said sweetly, reaching over to squeeze Tessa’s hand.

“Thanks Steph,” Tessa smiled sincerely.

“Okay good, now that that’s settled,” Steph started the car and pulled out of their parking spot, “let’s talk about what we’re going to wear to the Leafs Christmas gala!”

Tessa laughed and shook her head. Leave it to Steph to go from having a deep conversation about love to fashion.

**

It was December 22nd, and the Leafs had just been shut out by the Boston Bruins 1-0 on home ice the night before. Auston took an unusual penalty towards the end of the third period when it was 0-0 and Marchand took advantage of the opportunity to win it for the Bruins.

Tessa knew he wasn’t going to be in a great mood. He never was after a loss, as to be expected, but the losses had been piling up lately and Auston hadn’t scored in 5 games, so he was more frustrated than usual. Usually he would come over after the game, but that night he texted and said he just wanted to go home and sleep on his own. She had to admit she was a little hurt by that, but she also had 50 papers to grade before December 23rd, which was why she wasn’t at the game, so it was probably better that she did stay home alone.

Fortunately they were heading into the Christmas break, she would get some time off from school and work, Auston wouldn’t have any games or practices for a few days, and they had the gala to look forward to that night. She was really excited for it as it had been a while since they were able to go out with everyone.

She was just putting the finishing touches on her make-up when she heard a knock at the door. “Lyd!” she called, from the bathroom. “Can you let him in?”

Tessa heard Lydia get up from the couch to open the front door. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t Mr. Thighs himself,” Lydia teased, as Tessa rolled her eyes. “You clean up pretty well, Matts.”

“Thanks Lyds,” Auston laughed. “Where’s my girl?”

It was embarrassing how he could still make her blush with something as simple as that statement, but here she was applying blush when she apparently didn’t even need it.

“Teeeeessa,” Lydia sing-songed. “Your Thigh Master is here!”

Tessa put in her new gold and diamond encrusted ‘huggie’ earrings that Auston had surprised her with a few days ago as an early Christmas present, gave herself a once over, and walked out into the living room where Auston was waiting.

Auston’s head snapped up from where he had been checking his phone when he heard her footsteps. “Wow,” he breathed as he walked slowly towards her. “Tess. Wow,” he repeated as he finally reached her, placing his hands on her hips.

Tessa chuckled sweetly. “I could say the same thing about you,” she took in his forest green suit that had a light plaid pattern throughout. He had asked her weeks ago what colour she was wearing because he wanted to match, and he found the perfect shade to match her forest green spaghetti strap satin dress.

“You look stunning, baby,” he leaned down to give her a sweet but lingering kiss. He only pulled away when he heard very distinct gagging noises behind them.

“All right, that’s enough snogging lovebirds!” she reached over to snag Tessa’s phone that was on the counter. “Time for your prom photo!”

Auston and Tessa laughed, but posed anyway. Lydia took a few photos with both of their phones, the last one with Auston kissing Tessa’s forehead as she smiled brightly. “Oh, there’s the winner right there,” Lydia handed Auston’s phone back to him. Auston looked at the photo and immediately made it his lockscreen.

“That’s a good one,” he said, looking back to Tessa, who blushed again.

“It is,” she agreed.

“Okay you two, your chariot awaits!” Lydia grabbed her car keys from the kitchen island and started heading towards the door, ushering them outside.

After they reached their destination, Lydia unlocked the car doors to let them out. “Let me know if you need to be picked up. I’ll probably just be grading papers,” she said.

“We’re staying at Auston’s tonight,” Tessa reminded her.

“Either way, I can get you if you need a ride,” Lydia reiterated.

“Thanks Lyds,” Auston leaned over from his seat in the back to give her a quick kiss on the cheek.

“No problem, Matts,” she beamed. Tessa rolled her eyes playfully at the two of them before also leaning over to give Lydia a kiss on the cheek.

“Have a good night you two!”

[whockeywhore]

Link that preds fic tho

Not sure I should because it’s not mine but if you go on hockeyfanfiction . com and look for Lusty.Lady, you’ll actually die of delight. 

[hawtkeyfanfics]

Ryan Spooner- Help (Requested)

“Spooner goes down the ice to retrieve the puck, followed closely by Kassian. Spooner loses his footing and slides hard into the boards. Oh no- boy, that doesn’t look good. Spooner isn’t moving after running into the boards,” the commentator called the game.

You couldn’t hear what he was saying, since you were at the game and were watching it unfold before your eyes. Brittany, Lucic’s wife, gripped your hand tightly as you stared at the ice in terror.

“Let’s go down there, honey,” she said, standing up and pulling you along with her. She led you down to the locker room while you followed in a stunned daze. “They haven’t brought him into the med room yet. Let’s go out by the bench farther.”

You sent up a prayer that Ryan wasn’t hurt that badly, that he was going to be okay, as you walked down the corridor. You and Brittany stopped when you saw the team doctor and trainer helping Ryan to move down the corridor to the medical room, and back tracked to wait outside the medical room for them.

“Hey,” Ryan managed, trying to keep the pain off his face for a moment. He was mostly successful, but winced as his knee was jostled as they moved him into the medical room.

The trainer shut the door, saying he’d tell you what was wrong after they checked Ryan over. You walked into the locker room, going to sit in Ryan’s stall and wait for news. Brittany sat beside you, gripping your hand once more and telling you he was going to be alright.

Five minutes later you looked up as the team walked into the locker room for first intermission, and you smiled weakly at them.

“How’s he doing?” Marchand asked.

“I don’t know; they haven’t told me anything. It looked like his knee though, from what I could tell,” you replied.

“He’s going to be fine; we’ve got the best med staff in the league, Y/N. Don’t worry.”

A few minutes later the door to the medical room opened, the trainer poking his head out and telling you to come in. Brittany squeezed your hand one last time as you stood up, and you walked into the medical room.

“They think I tore my ACL; we gotta go to the hospital for scans,” Ryan said, reaching a hand out for you. You took his hand, telling him it was going to be okay.

The ride to the hospital took longer than you expected, the tension and uncertainty making time seem to drag. The scans didn’t take long, and the medical team was right: Ryan had torn the ACL in his right knee and would be out for months.

The doctors gave him crutches and a brace, and you followed him to the car, taking his crutches and putting them in the back seat before driving home.

He sat down on the couch, putting his leg up on the pile of pillows beside him as he flipped the tv on to see the result of the game. The Bruins had won 3-2 in a shoot-out, and he let out a quiet whoop before turning the tv off.

You walked into the living room, a carton of ice cream in one hand and two spoons in the other, and sat down beside him. “Good thing I bought this earlier,” you said, handing him one spoon.

“Thanks.” He took a bite of ice cream, then stopped. “This really fucking sucks,” he continued. “I have to get surgery tomorrow and I’m going to be out the rest of the season.”

“I know. It’s going to be okay, Ryan. The surgery will go great, you’ll go through some rehab, and then you’ll be good to go in October.”

“How am I going to sleep?”

“With your eyes closed,” you chuckled, taking another bite of ice cream.

“Harty-har-har, Y/N. The doctors said to keep my knee above my heart; how am I going to do that?”

“With a pile of pillows and blankets. Sleep on the couch.”

“Well how are you going to sleep then? You can’t sleep without practically engulfing me in a hug the entire night,” he answered.

“That’s what that giant pillow in the closet is for. I break it out every road game and sleep like a baby.”

“I wondered why you had that.” After a minute, he added, “I stink.”

You sighed, standing up to put the ice cream away. “Come on, let’s get you in the shower, Mr. Spooner.” You helped him hobble to the bathroom, and then into the combination tub and shower.

“Wanna join me?” He laughed, sitting down as you pulled the showerhead down from the hook.

“Take your shower first; then we’ll see if I’m asleep already.”

“You’re a nurse; don’t you want to practice your sponge-bathing? And you can’t go to sleep yet; you have to help me out!”

“Your knee’s hurt, not your elbow. And I was kidding about going to sleep. I’ll be in our room watching tv; just holler if you need anything.” You turned, walking to the doorway.

“Y/N?” He called, laughing, as you crossed the threshold. “I can’t reach the soap.”

In the morning you rolled over, feeling for Ryan in bed for a second before remembering he was on the couch. You stood up, walking down the hall and nudging him in the shoulder. “Wake up, sleepy-head. We gotta be at the hospital in two hours.”

“Thanks. What’s for breakfast?”

“You don’t get breakfast, remember? It’ll mess with the anesthesia.”

“I haven’t ate since like 5 PM, Y/N; I’m starving.”

“Well you’ll have to wait until after surgery to eat anything. I know it sucks, but doctor’s orders.”

You ate breakfast quickly, sitting on the floor by the couch as you did so you could talk with Ryan. Once you washed the dishes you helped him stand, leading him to your bedroom and helping him get dressed in sweats and a baggy t-shirt. He winced as you helped him stand to pull the pants up, but hid it when you looked up at him.

You led him down to your car, driving to the hospital. He got checked in, and before he was put on the gurney he grabbed your hand, pulling you into a hug before pressing his lips to your forehead. “I’m gonna be okay,” he whispered. The nurse helped him onto the gurney then, wheeling him off to get prepped for surgery.

Sitting in a chair in the waiting room, you sent up a prayer before waiting for what felt like forever. Each time the phone rang to tell someone that their family member was out of surgery you looked up, hoping it was Ryan’s message. Five hours later the nurse told you that Ryan was out of surgery and could take visitors. You rushed to room 324, beating the gurney up.

“Hey honey,” you whispered when he was rolled in.

“Hiya beautiful. Do I know you?” He mumbled, the anesthesia not completely worn off.

“You’ve only been married to me for three years,” you replied, taking his hand.

“Good. I gotta pee; where’s the toilet?”

(Written by Anna)

[miranda-seguin-blog]

Fanfictions Please!!!!!!

I would REALLY like it if people requested fanfiction from me! I’m really bored and REALLY want to write short stories! Just give me a player, and a scenario, and I’ll get the fanfic done ASAP! Thanks!!

[88kaner88]

Thinking that I should put some of my hockey fanfic on here, but hmm... probably not a good idea. If you are interested in reading tho just message me and ill send you the link. :)

[firebird7479]

"Two brothers, one devastating hit. Dive into their journey in 'The Head Game.' How do you cope with guilt and recovery?"