NHL Imagines 2

Trent Frederic

You were rushing down to the tunnel after you had seen your boyfriend hobbling off the ice. Trent was really into fighting other players but of all the players to fight today he had to pick Brendan Lemieux. You didn't like seeing him fight players who were known to fight in the league, none of them had ended super badly, but this fight had you nervous. When you ran into the area where he was laying down, he looked happy to see you, but you were not happy with him.

"Hey babe," he said with a scratchy voice.

"Don't you hey babe me," you said with arms crossed.

"Oh c'mon," he said muffled by the trainer's towel that was wiping the blood oozing from his nose.

"Trent, I thought you said you were going to take it easy with the fights,"

"I had to Y/N, you saw how he was treating them," he said defensively.

"Yeah, but let someone else handle him, its Brendan, biting Brendan Lemieux, you saw what happened to Brady, and now look at you, you're bleeding." He rolled his eyes, and let his head fall back.

"Y/N, I'm sorry, but I look out for my team and they rely on me for these kinds of issues, I'm a fighter, and if you don't like that too bad," he huffed.

"Trent-"

"Save it Y/N, I know what you're gonna say, you are just trying to help, I don't need your help in hockey okay, why couldn't you cheer like everyone else, I thought you would like seeing me actually stand up for my team, you always say to look out for them, that's all I did, but you don't like how so whatever"

"Trent I-" you paused. You did enjoy seeing him stand up for his team, but his yelling hurt you, and your tears became angry.

"What Y/N, what do you want to tell me," you stormed out of there trying to hide the tears running down your face. Trent sighed watching you leave, his emotions from the game had taken over leaving you as an emotional doormat to deal with his anger. You didn't bother going back to your seat. You went back to your apartment and went straight to bed. You couldn't stop thinking about your fight with Trent and how it was your fault, you started the argument. He was right, you did like seeing him stand up for himself and his team, but violence wasn't what you intended when you told him. Fighting was a part of the sport, you weren't used to seeing Trent that angry, he was a big softy when he was with you. Trent losing the fight and getting hurt upset you, and scared you, if he had won you would have been so proud of him, but his blood dripping from his nose, and his bruising eye made you concerned. It was late and you heard the door close, you quickly shut your eyes so Trent would think you were asleep.

You heard him rustling in your bathroom and saw the slightest bit of light while squinting before closing your eyes again. The light turned off and you felt an arm wrap around you and a hand on your stomach.

"Hey," he whispered in your ear, but you didn't move. He let out a disappointed sigh.

"Y/N, I hope you're still a little awake 'cause I want you to hear what I have to say," you turned to face him. His face lit up with a smile.

"Yes, Trent?"

"I'm so sorry, I should have never yelled at you, I could sense you were scared that's why you were mad, my emotions from the game took over, I had no right to take them out on you, it's all my fault, I know you are upset with me, I hope you can forgive me," he said softly.

"I forgive you, but it's also my fault, I should have come in and thought about you first rather than my own emotions, you were already in one fight, and you didn't need a second one." He smiled rubbing his hand on your back.

"I love you, babe, and I promise I will take it easy with fighting, I know you hate watching me fight,"

"No, I don't, it's badass, you're my softy at home, but my tough guy out there," you smirked.

"You really think so?"

"I do, you're hot even with a bloody nose or black eye," he grinned pulling you closer. You placed your hands on the back of his head ruffling his fluffy hair.

"Really?"

"Really." You said pulling his face to yours. He interlocked his lips with yours, pulling you even closer if that was possible. You took a breath for air as Trent pressed his lips to yours once again. You ran your fingers through his hair feeling your heart beat faster in your chest. He pulled away for air and pulled your head into his chest.

"Love you, Trent,"

"Love you more Y/N," you smiled closing your eyes and drifting to sleep wrapped in Trent's arms.