TMD: Preferences|Imagines|Oneshots 2

i'll fight hell to hold you (a.b.) (requested)

(A/N: This oneshot was requested by 49ersFTW. I hope you like it! The song in the title is a reference to the song of the same name by KISS. Now, on with the oneshot!)

(Y/N's POV)

       The game was on. We were currently tied, 3-3. I had the puck and was skating towards the goal. Just then, one of the other team's enforcers was in front of me. I quickly passed the puck to my nearest teammate before being knocked off my feet. I felt the wind get knocked out of me as my butt landed on the ice, landing on my ankle wrong. I struggled to keep myself upright, my vision going spotty. I hear my name being called before the darkness fully consumes me.

(3rd Person POV)

       Adam sat on the sidelines watching the game with eagle eyes. He watched the puck go from player to player until it finally sailed to Y/N. She skated towards the goal but was blocked by one of the enforcers from the other team. She shot the puck away but the enforcer still knocked her off her feet. Adam watched Y/N hit the ice, hard. Getting to his feet, he had to stop himself from jumping over the side and skating to her side. He watched as Y/N tried to get up before finally slumping down on the ice.

       "Y/N!" Adam called out, gaining the attention of Coach Orion.

       "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Orion yelled before getting on the ice as the ref blew his whistle.

       Adam threw his gloves and helmet off and was about to hop over the side when he was pulled back by Charlie.

       "There's nothing you can do right now, Banksie." Charlie said.

       Adam tried to fight against him but was held back once more. He tried a third time. His Y/N needed him, damnit! But again, he was held back. Adam could only watch helplessly as paramedics came from the sidelines and lifted the unconscious girl onto a stretcher. He saw Orion talking to the paramedics before making his way back over to the Ducks.

       "They're taking her to Abbott Northwestern Hospital. Possible broken ankle." Orion said to the team but everyone knew he was talking to Adam.

       Adam attempted to walk off to the locker room but was stopped by Orion.

       "She'll be alright, Banks. She's tough." Orion said, putting his hand on Adam's shoulder.

       "Coach, I gotta-" Adam started to say but Orion cut him off.

       "There's nothing you can do right now, Adam." Orion said, shooting Adam a sympathetic smile. "The best thing you can do is get back in the game. The sooner it's over, the sooner you can see her."

       Adam went to reply but out of the corner of his eye, he saw the enforcer from the other team high five one of his teammates. Suddenly, all the worry that he'd been feeling was replaced with anger. If looks could kill, the other team's enforcer would be dead 5 times over.

       "Banks!" Orion called, finally gaining Adam's attention again. "That anger? Use it."

       Adam nodded, too angry to even speak. He put his gear back on and waited for the ref's whistle to signal the continue of play before eagerly jumping over the side as Orion called his name for a change up. As luck would have it, Adam was up against the same player that took Y/N down. The second the puck was dropped, Adam all but tackled the enforcer to the ice. 

       "What the hell, man?!" The enforcer yelled, trying to get Adam off of him.

       Adam just saw red and the next thing he knew, he was in the penalty box while the enforcer was being treated for a broken nose. Adam smiled in satisfaction for a brief moment before his mind traveled back to Y/N. For the first time in a long time, he couldn't wait for the game to be over.

(Y/N's POV)

       I sat in the hospital bed, slowly drinking my cup of water. My mom was out talking to one of the nurses while I was waiting for my x-rays to be ready to find out the fate of my ankle. It was going on 10PM so the game was over by now. I was feeling a lot better now that I'd rested for a while and I was fairly certain my ankle was just sprained. Now, I just had to wait.

       As I finished my water, the door to my room was flung open and my boyfriend, Adam, came flying in. He was still in his uniform and was all sweaty so he must have come straight here from  the game. Before I knew it, I was engulfed in his arms and he was holding me super tight.

       "Whoa there, Tiger! Gotta let me breathe!" I said with a chuckle.

       "Sorry." Adam said but didn't release his hold. In fact, I'm sure he would have held me even tighter if he could.

       "Adam, I'm okay. Really." I said, trying to reassure him.

       "I saw you hit the ice and I just wanted to get to you so bad but they held me back." Adam said, finally pulling back a bit to look me in the face.

       "I'm sorry I had you so worried." I said, feeling guilty.

       "Don't be sorry! You have nothing to be sorry about! It's that goon that should be sorry!" Adam said, fervently. 

       "Okay, calm down. Deep breath, Tiger." I said as I saw Adam start to work himself up. I took in a deep breath and blew it out, waiting for him to do the same.

       After he took a deep breath, Adam put his still sweaty forehead against mine. "I'm sorry. How are you? How's your ankle?"

       "Eh, I'll live. I'm pretty sure my ankle's just sprained but we'll know in a little while when the x-rays come back." I said, closing my eyes and just enjoying the feeling of contact with Adam.

       "Good. I'll wait with you." Adam said, sitting down beside me on the bed.

       "Are you sure? It's getting late and you just played a whole hockey game. Aren't you tired?" I asked, slightly surprised.

       "Are you kidding? There's nowhere I'd rather be than right here with you." Adam said. He grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze.

       I squeezed back and shot him a grateful smile. Laying my head on his shoulder, I listened as Adam recounted the rest of the game to me, stopping every so often to place a kiss to the crown of my head. When it was time to leave, with my correctly diagnosed sprained ankle, Adam gave me a piggy back ride to the car. I laughed almost the whole way. I knew I could always count on him when I needed him.

(A/N: Thanks again to 49ersFTW for the request! I hope you liked it! Requests are currently open so send yours in. The 65k Oneshot Special poll is also live so make sure to get your votes in! That's all for now! Until next time! Thanks!!)