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[mourirderire]

NHL Fic Rec list

Hiii!!! I just wanted to share a few fics that really made me feel strong emotions...

Oh and make sure to check the warnings before reading :)

Avalanche:

Four times You Run Into Cale Makar and the One Time He Runs Into You - @kailyn-writes

i miss you like the very first night (Cale Makar) - @mattyanonwrites

Mistletoe Magic (Cale Makar) - @the-penalty-box-imagines

Nothin' Like You (Cale Makar) - @ghstandpucks

Teach Me To Please (Cale Makar) - @pucksalotguys

Annoying Little Brother (Erik Johnson) - @ghstandpucks

Apartment 352 pt 1 (Erik Johnson) - @imaginingsoftly

Have My Cake and Eat It Too (Erik Johnson) - @mikkorantanev

Like Father Like Son (Erik Johnson) - @ghstandpucks

look what you started (Erik Johnson) - @mattyanonwrites

Only All the Time (Erik Johnson) - @antoineroussel-archive

Overwhelming Light (Erik Johnson) - @burkymakar

the nanny (Erik Johnson) - @holy-pucks

Two Slow Dancers (Erik Johnson) - @hockeywocs

The Turn In Our Relationship (Gabriel Landeskog) - @yourfavewriteress

The Second Time (Nathan Mackinnon) - @wyattjohnston

Till Forever Falls Apart (Nathan Mackinnon & Sidney Crosby) - @pucksalotguys literally heres their whole masterlist i encourage you to read them all

Blues:

Right Under Our Noses (Colton Parayko) - @yourfavewriteress

Bruins:

5 Times the Team Told David He Was in Love + 1 Time he Realized it (David Pastrnak) - @mainlypastrnaksbae

Canucks:

Coach Hughes (Quinn Hughes) - @matsmarts

Midnight Rain (Quinn Hughes) - @babydollmarauders

Milkshakes AU (Quinn Hughes) - @hugheshugs

Devils:

Lies (Jack Hughes) - @nolanmoylee

Kraken:

Four Times His Teammates Said "I love you," and One Time He Did (Vince Dunn) - @blueskrugs

Panthers:

Baby, It's Cold Outside (Matthew Tkachuk) - @raysofcrosby

Wish We Were Older (Matthew Tkachuk) - @sorryjustafangirl

Penguins:

By The Water, Euphoria (Sidney Crosby) - @flashyfucker

Illicit Affairs (Sidney Crosby) - @blueskrugs

Two Little Lines (Sidney Crosby) - @pucksalotguys

Maple Leafs:

What Once Was (Mitch Marner) - @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

Sabres:

All's well that ends well to end up with you (Tyson Jost) - @mattyanonwrites

[yourfavewriteress]

rocky road | jonathan toews

Teaser: “We gotta figure this out because I don’t want to keep fighting you every single day.”

Jonathan and I were currently in the middle of a rough patch. The Blackhawks weren’t doing as well as expected this late in the season. The transition from winter to spring was having its effects on my mood and migraines. Work is killing me everyday to the point where I hardly do anything once I get home except shower and get in bed. To top it all off, Jon and I have barely talked in almost two weeks, aside from the frequent bickering.

We have never been the couple that fights excessively. Jon isn’t the type to go back and forth over something small and petty. He doesn’t like to argue, he likes to talk. Whenever we crossed the line from having a conversation to bickering, Jon always suggested a pause to refocus the conversation and come to an agreement. Yet, lately our fights have been getting less conversational, and more unproductive. 

The one thing that attracted me to Jon the most when we first met was how quiet and driven he was. He was a man in all aspects of the word and I loved that. While I dealt with the stresses of my job, Jon knew that I couldn’t be the trophy wife that many guys in the NHL desired. Although his job is a priority for him, my own job is a priority for me. I never felt like I was taking care of him, or him taking care of me. We were partners who have mastered scheduling their lives around each other, and the condo we had moved into seven months ago. 

When I brought up our current relationship situation with my friends, they assured me that we were simply going through a phase “and, yes, even perfect couples like you guys have them.” I wasn’t unhappy with Jon at the moment, but we have definitely been better. 

As I prepared myself for another day at work, I made my morning coffee and checked over the day’s schedule. While I would be gone until around 7 today, Jon had a busy day until 9:30. My coffee was barely finished before Jon appeared, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“Hey,” He mumbled, walking towards the refrigerator.

“Morning,” I responded. As I waited, all that could be heard in the kitchen was the coffeemaker and Jon’s movements. I poured my finished drink just as he spoke again.

“Did you turn the thermostat down last night?”

“Is it too cold for you?” I watched as he looked over at me.

“I’m kind of used to it at this point,” He responded.

“I did turn it down before I got in bed, why are you asking?”

“Can we compromise and keep it above 60?” 

“You live here, too, so if that’s what you want,” I shrugged.

“You really don’t have to be like that,” He sighed. “I’m just asking.”

“I’m not being like anything, Jon. Maybe you’re reading into things a little too hard.”

“You hog the blankets, which I don’t mind because I know you don’t do it on purpose. But it felt like the North Pole last night and I don’t want to get sick.”

“Oh, trust me, I know. We cannot let the star captain get sick when he has hockey to play,” I mumbled.

“Y/N,” He ran his hands over his face. “We gotta figure this out because I don’t want to keep fighting you every single day.” I didn’t say anything and Jon closed the fridge and looked at me. “You have to realize we can’t even talk to each other without arguing, right?”

“Mhm.”

“And, you don’t see that as a problem?”

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. ��Are you seriously asking me that? I asked you a week ago to talk yet here we are.”

“I had a game that day,” He defended. “I had to focus on that.”

“I’m happy that you so boldly point out that hockey comes before me, especially when we’re both going through a tough time. But, what about the next day? I’m pretty sure you had two days off and we still haven’t talked.”

He looked down at the counter, “Hockey doesn’t come before you, you know that.”

“Say that to me when it’s actually true. Other than that, don’t lie to my face,” I grabbed my cup, moving towards the hallway. “I have to get ready for work.”

I walked back to our bedroom, going straight to the bathroom and closing the door behind me. I turned the shower on, beginning to get undressed. I sipped my coffee slowly as I let the water heat up.

As mature as I was, I knew I had my moments where biting my tongue would have been the better option. I would absolutely be respecting Jon’s wishes about the temperature of our room, because it was our shared space. But, he didn’t have to know that yet. Especially when I have already told him he could change the thermostat whenever he was uncomfortable.

I showered and brushed my teeth quickly, wrapping my towel tightly around my body. I exited the bathroom to see Jon buttoning his shirt. He looked up when I entered the room.

I moved to my walk-in, grabbing my clothes for the day. Rushing myself to get dressed, I stumbled around the closet for a few minutes. When I walked out, Jon was fully dressed, reaching into his bag.

“I’m not gonna be back tonight til after 8,” He said.

“I know,” I responded, brushing through my hair.

“Make sure you actually eat today,” He said, followed by the zipping of his bag. “I’ll see you later.”

“Bye.” I did my best not to frown as Jon walked out of our bedroom. 

In the past two weeks, I could count on one hand the amount of affection that we’ve shown each other. We used to kiss or be touching each other in someway at all times. But now, the only time Jon was within three feet of me was when we were in bed. I guess that’s a plus, that we still sleep next to each other. I would be lying if I didn’t notice the deliberate space between us under the covers, though.

As the front door closed behind Jon, I continued getting ready for work. Until I had to stop. 

Washing my coffee cup in the sink, I felt the familiar sensation in my eye and head, signaling the migraine to come. I groaned to myself, pausing to down a full glass of water. 

At the on-site of migraines, I always had a decision to make. I could either one, power through it and continue on with my day or two, call it and get back in bed. The frequency of my migraines increased with stress so I wasn’t surprised as my left temple began to pulse. Looking at the time, I had over an hour before I had to be at my desk and thirty minutes to leave our condo. Already feeling nauseous, I decided that today would be the day that I called it. I would have all day to recover, with Jon being gone, and I could get a much needed break from work and the world. 

After calling my boss and explaining the situation to her, she agreed before I even finished. Annoyed at the fact that I was already dressed and basically ready to go, I changed back into sleep clothes. I didn’t realize until I walked past the mirror that my sleep clothes consisted of one of Jon’s shirts and a pair of his boxers as shorts. 

Forcing myself to eat, I made a small breakfast of eggs and toast before climbing back under the covers in our dark room. In the past, I made sure to tell Jon when I was experiencing a migraine so that he knew. I wasn’t sure if it was anger towards him or my sleepiness but as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out. No message to Jon. 

I spent the day in bed, slipping in and out of consciousness. Other than to use the bathroom, I stayed under the comforters as the sun set that afternoon.

I assume I slept through the entire day as I awoke to movement in Jon’s closet and the light on. I blinked a few times, trying to adjust my eyes after them being closed for basically over 12 hours. Jon walked out his closet and I watched as he looked around the room, his eyes landing on me.

“Hey,” He said, noticing that I was now awake. He moved closer to my side of the bed, crouched down so we were at eye-level. If my head hadn’t of been hurting, I would have noticed how close he was for the first time in awhile. He searched my face, “Are you okay?”

“I have a migraine,” I mumbled. 

“Did you eat?”

“A little,” I responded.

“You know you have to eat more than a little,” He said, standing up. “I’m gonna change and then I’ll make you something.”

“You don’t have to,” I sighed. “I’m sure you’d probably prefer to not be around me right now.”

“Not responding to that,” He called from his closet. “I always want to be around you, no matter what’s going on.”

I turned over in bed, pulling the covers back over me. “That sounded like a response, Jonny boy.”

The nickname slipped out before I could even think about it and when I looked back at him in his closet, he was smiling softly. I looked away just as I felt a smile creep onto my lips. It was the first time in a few days that our expressions towards each other were anything but annoyance or indifference.

“Can you see okay?” He asked after a few moments.

“Yeah, the aura went away a couple hours ago.”

“And, your head?”

“Pounding,” I said, simply. I heard Jon sigh before I felt his hand on my leg.

“Do you want to come downstairs to the couch?”

I nodded, moving to sit up. “How was practice?”

“Fine,” He shrugged. “Can we talk later though? I’ve been thinking a lot today.”

“I was being a bitch earlier, I’m sorry,” I admitted. “It was a simple request.”

“I’ve been an asshole for two weeks,” He responded. “This morning was nothing compared to that.”

He moved so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Hockey is tough right now, I get that. We’ve been through this before, Jon. Work is kicking my ass, too, and it’s overwhelming,” I said. “I don’t know why we’re clashing so much but we know how to communicate. I know how to talk to you and you know how to talk to me, but…”

“...But, we're still fighting,” He finished, nodding.

“I know I can be a lot, and you have to worry about not only me but your team, too. I can’t imagine how much stress you’re under right now but you have to let me know what you need or want from me. I can’t just keep walking on eggshells while I’m stressed myself. It’s not fair.”

“I know,” He sighed. “I didn’t realize how much I was pushing you away. I don’t ever want you to be walking on eggshells around me. You live here just as much as I do and I’m sorry for everything. I know I can forget to stop bringing hockey home with me every night and I’ve clearly been doing that. I’m not gonna make excuses for it because we already talked about this. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t care if you bring hockey home. Obviously, I would like it if I didn’t have to sit through hours of guys slamming into each other on the ice, but I would do it if it’ll be helpful for you. I don’t mind watching hours of hockey. I know it’s a priority for you right now, and I don’t expect that to change. But, we’re a team. I want to help so you’re not beating yourself up every single day.”

He smiled, “I know.”

“It’s not just you, I know I can be better, too. When I’m stressed, I know I can be a handful and a half and you’re an angel for dealing with it. I’m not easy to talk to and you still take care of me. I don’t deserve you.”

“You deserve the world,” He said. “But, I don’t care how much of a handful you think you are, I love you and that’s not gonna change.”

“I’m just sorry,” I mumbled, looking down.

Jon moved closer, pulling me into his chest. “I think you’re just being nice because your head hurts. I’m equally at fault for this, if not, more.”

I laughed against his chest, immediately regretting it as I was reminded of my migraine.

“I mean it,” I said once he pulled away.

“Okay, so we’re both sorry, and we’re both gonna do better, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Good,” He kissed me and I sighed against him.

“I missed you,” I said. “Even though we’ve both been here.”

“I missed you,” He smiled, pecking my lips again. “But, your head still hurts so dinner first.”

He helped me out of the bed, wrapping his hand around mine as we walked downstairs. 

“I’ll get you some water and bring it over,” Jon said as I sat down on our couch, leaning against the arm. I watched as he dimmed the lights in our apartment, looking over at me to hold up his thumbs in question. “Is this good for you?”

“Yeah,” I laughed softly. “Did you know the lights did that before you showed me this place?”

He nodded, smiling. “Thoughtful, eh?”

“I guess you could say that,” I shrugged. He walked over to me, handing me a glass of water.

“You don’t think I’m thoughtful?” He raised his eyebrows in question.

“I think you’re a sap when you want to be,” I laughed, making my head throb. I flinched, leaning back slightly.

Jon leaned in, pressing his lips to my temple. “Stop laughing at me, you’re making your head worse.”

I puckered my lips to him in response. He smiled, shaking his head while standing up straight. “You’re trying to distract me. I have to get you something to eat and then I’ll kiss you.”

“That’s unfair,” I whined.

“Once you eat, I promise you’ll have my full attention, baby,” He laughed. “So needy.”

“Hurry up, Jonathan. We have a lot of making up to do.”

[texanstarslove]

Hopping onto the love train today. Hope y’all don’t mind. 💚

These blogs here are some of the best of the best, y’all. I have no words to express how absolutely wonderful each and every one of these people are. They have great content, are my biggest cheerleaders or a combination of the two:

@kallmekmk @still-snaccin @tkafuckit @holy-pucks @nolypats @captainjbonetoews @captain-mcdavid @raysofcrosby @rawmeanderson @babrielandeskog @backcheckforecheckpaycheck @captainkreider @dempuckboys @generallybarzy @hockeybabe87 @himbos-on-ice @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 @jkeeso @jasondickinsons @leafsbabe @myhockeyworld87 @matbaerzal @plasticfilth @puckinginsane @puckinghell @raindropsbarzy @spine-buster @slimskjei-dy @verdandi-storm @whockeywhore @yourfavewriteress

Special shout out to these folks in particular:

@barriesweet: Girl, what would I do without you? We literally talk at some point every single day and you listen to my sometimes crazy rambling and I don’t know how the hell you put up with it. I love you from the bottom of my thirsty ass HEART. 😘

@ohforpuckssake: YOU MY DEAR. You are so sweet and so kind and you are more often than not one of if not THE FIRST person to interact with anything I post on here. You’ve been getting so much shit lately for NO GOOD REASON (Come at me, Anons...I’ll end you). I love and appreciate you so much.

@bandgirlsclub: Sophie....I just. I love you, alright. YOU KILL IT WITH EVERYTHING YOU POST. You are such a strong, positive voice on this hell site and I am so happy to call you a friend. And, worth noting, WELCOME TO THE BIG RIG TRAIN. WE ARE HAPPY TO HAVE YOU! 🤣😘

Go show all of these folks some love. They are some of the most amazing people here and deserve all the love.

[yourfavewriteress]

nhl masterlist | yourfavewriteress

**In alphabetical order, by player’s last name.

josh anderson

pda

easy progression

mat barzal

under the circumstances

jamie benn

about that work crush | chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4, chapter 5, chapter 6, chapter 7, chapter 8, chapter 9, chapter 10, chapter 11

jack eichel

always a priority

red as a tomato

travis konecny

smiling at strangers

gabriel landeskog 

the turn in our relationship

auston matthews

support

connor mcdavid

check you out | part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

colton parayko

right under our noses | intro, part 1, part 2 , part 3, part 4, part 5

morgan rielly

stress

tyler seguin

insane

chance for something more | part 1, part 2

matthew tkachuk

jealous friends | part 1, part 2 

jonathan toews

rocky road

tom wilson

fighting

[bnthomp256]

Hi :) can you recommend some good Auston fics or writers?

Sure! I’m not sure of your preference for fics (nsfw, fluff etc.) so I’ll just include the writers. Here are some to start you off. Check out their Masterlists.   @zuucc, @hockeylvr59, @squilliamnylander, @fratboyvivimatthews, @hockeyimaginesandme, @retrocelly, @puckinghell, @trashforhockeyguys, @comphersjost, @mapleleafstrash, @yourhockeyboys, @pacific-matthews, @holy-pucks, @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69, @woah-were-halfway-there, @sunriseskog, @barzalboeser, @leafsbabe, @mystupidlovesongs, @yourfavewriteress, @werenzki, @tseggy, @holidaywishes 

[31miw-inkpsycho]

insane | tyler seguin

Teaser: “I am so fucking into you, everyone here knows except you.”

“Hey,” I heard from behind me. “What’re you doing out here?”

I quickly wiped my eyes, turning around on the bench on Tyler’s porch. “Hey, I was just getting some fresh air.”

“Fresh air? It’s freezing out here,” Tyler said. “And you don’t even have a jacket on.”

“I’m fine,” I responded. Tyler sat next to me, leaning his head back before turning to me.

“Katie said you’ve been out here for a while.” Tyler and I had met almost a year ago when we were both at a hotel in Boston, him for his hockey game against the Bruins and me for a friend’s wedding. I may or may not have mistaken his room for mine which stated a great friendship. When we ran into each once again in the elevator, Tyler would not stop talking. Once we found out that we both lived in Dallas, we exchanged numbers and have been friends ever since.

“Yeah, not really up for a party tonight,” I said, looking back at the sky.

“You don’t have to stay,” He said.

“You asked me to,” I said. “Plus, who’s going to make sure you actually clean up?”

“True,” He smiled. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t think you want to hear about my problems,” I let out a laugh.

“I do,” Tyler responded. “If you’ll tell me.”

“I just, sometimes I feel like this period of my life is never going to end.”

“What period?”

“This single, lonely, and miserable period,” I sighed. “Everyone in there is so freaking happy with their partners and I just feel like I’m never gonna get to experience that.”

“Mhm,” Tyler trailed off, urging me to continue.

“For once, I just want someone to like me, and care about me, and make me feel good. Every single person I’ve liked has never liked me back. Not once. I can’t catch a break and I don’t think I ever will,” I mumbled. “I don’t know what it is about me, but clearly I’m the problem.”

“You’re not,” Tyler said.

“You don’t need to make me feel better, I’ll just have to come to terms with it,” I shrugged. “This just really sucks because the one thing I’ve always dreamed of is being in love, and getting married, having kids. Just fucking stupid dreams that this universe just likes to throw in my face.”

“What brought this up?” He asked quietly.

“It never goes away.”

“I didn’t know you felt like this. All the time?” He asked.

“Pretty much,” I nodded slowly, feeling my eyes water again.

“Y/N,” Tyler sighed, moving so that he was facing me on the bench. “I feel really bad for forcing you to come out tonight.”

“Don’t,” I said. He reached up, wiping my eyes.

“But, you’re insane.”

“How?” I furrowed my eyebrows.

“You’re not the problem, and there’s nothing wrong with you.”

“Like I said, Tyler. I don’t need you to feel bad for me or say anything to try to make me feel better. Not everyone experiences happiness.”

“You will,” He said.

“What makes you so sure?”

“You,” He whispered. “There’s no way someone like you is not gonna have someone wrapped around their finger.”

I laughed. “Whatever, Tyler.”

“Why don’t you believe me?”

“Because I’m not an idiot,” I responded. “The fact is, I’m 27, and I’ve been single since college. I’ve never once had a guy truly like me for me and want to stick around.”

“So you think.”

“So I know,” I furrowed my eyebrows. “What’re you talking about?”

“I know you’re oblivious but come on,” He rolled his eyes. “I’ve basically been in love with you since we met.”

“Tyler, what are you even saying right now?”

“That I’m in love with you, and the reason why I forced you to come tonight was so that I could finally grow a pair and tell you.”

“Are you serious?”

“Y/N, I don’t know what the fuck was wrong with the guys you liked, but I am so fucking into you, everyone here knows except you.”

I blushed, looking away from him. “I can’t believe you, Tyler Seguin.”

“And I can’t believe you,” He responded. “You are, by far, one of the most well-rounded people I know. You’re beautiful, smart, funny, and a fucking catch. I’m not letting you leave until you understand that.”

“You can’t hold me hostage.”

“You know me, and you know I will.”

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” I finally looked back at him.

“Because, we’re friends, and I felt like that’s how you wanted to keep things and I always want to respect what you want,” He started. “But then I couldn’t really stop thinking about you. There have been so many times where I just wanted to facetime you, to see your face and I had to keep reminding myself that we’re just friends.”

“I just told you my biggest insecurity. Do you still like me now?” I joked.

“Even more,” He said. “The fact that you don’t even see how amazing you are baffles me, don’t get me wrong.”

“Tyler, I’m really insecure,” I admitted. “That’s not something you want to deal with.”

“I want to deal with you,” He responded. “And everything about you. I want to be the one who makes you feel how you’re supposed to feel.”

“Tyler.”

“I’m serious,” He admitted. “I know I’m always joking around but one thing that’s not funny is how I feel about you. And I mean that.”

“You ca-“ I started but was cut off by someone from the party.

“-Hey, Tyler? So, um, I think someone might have made a pretty big spill.”

“Of what?” Tyler asked.

“I don’t know,” The guy shrugged.

“Alright, I’m coming,” He said. The guy nodded before going back inside.

“You’re gonna stay right?” He asked me. “So we can talk?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Do you want to just go to my room? It’s cold out here and no ones up there. you’ll be alone.”

“You don’t mind?”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m not gonna even answer that because you know what I’m gonna say. Here’s the key.”

He reached in his pocket and pulled out a set of keys, handing them to me. I stood up, looking up at him.

“I’ll come get you when everyone’s gone, yeah?”

“Okay,” I responded. He stared at me for a few seconds before walking around me.

“I have to go inside or I’ll kiss you in front of everyone.”

I blushed, laughing slightly. “I wouldn’t mind.”

He turned around, stopping in his steps. “What?”

“Nothing,” I shrugged, walking past him.

“Yeah, add annoying to the list of your traits.” I heard from behind me. I turned around to a smiling Tyler.

“See you later.” I made my way upstairs to Tyler’s room, closing the door behind me. I looked around the room and sat on his bed. I have been in Tyler’s room before, but that was when we were just friends, nothing more. At least, that’s what I thought. 

I didn’t know what to think about Tyler. Of course, when we met, I hoped that something romantic would happen, but we got comfortable being friends and hanging out in group settings. We developed a friendship and I thought there was no way someone like him could like someone like me. I mean, he’s a professional hockey player, one of the most popular ones, and I’m, well, me. Nothing special. How the hell could he be in love with me?

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