Imagines, preferences and one shots for all your favorite teams and players! Feel free to send requests!

NHL request book smut requests accepted ❤️‍🩹 - triggering content ❤️‍🔥 - smut 🤍 - wholesome / fluff This is my first time really writing something like this and I know I'm not the best writer out there but any support is appreciated. *all photos used are from pinterest Please don't copy or steal without my permission

If you're reading this you are just like me. down bad for some hockey players don't be shy send a request! 🌝 •slow updates• I'm only doing this for fun

A book filled with imagines of everyones favourite NHL players. You request them and I write them. ✰ requests are CLOSED ✰ ↳ player ↳ scenario

request it, i'll write it. i can make your nhl dreams come true :) BOOK IS FULL

A collection of oneshots about your favorite NHL players! I will update as often as possible. If you want to request a player, please don't be shy! Player x Reader

When Jamie Oleksiak leaves for Toronto for the summer, you figured it was going to be just another regular summer away from your best friend....until a box appears on your doorstep. Inside? 13 sealed letters from Jamie, each one shocking you more than the last and taking you down a path you never would have expected. Cover by: @truenorth55

I will write about anyone but if I don't know them tell me their team so I can do research if needed. I also can't write with the y/n formate because I'm stupid so every image will have a name I make up unless you give me one.

Quinn Hughes isn't ready to be back. Not really. Not after losing the love of his life in the cruel quiet of the offseason. But the league won't wait for grief, and neither will the fans. So he laces up his skates, paints on a smile, and pretends that scoring goals feels the same as it used to. You're the new PR intern with the Vancouver Canucks-green as hell and thrown straight into the deep end. Your job? Clean up the image of the team's grieving star. Keep his interviews short, his smile longer, and the media from digging into the tear-stained corners of his life. But Quinn doesn't need a brand refresh. He needs something real. Something like 2AM Lego castle sessions on his living room floor. Quiet grocery runs. A hand on his shoulder when the world feels too loud. You weren't supposed to be the one he leaned on. But grief doesn't care about job titles. And neither, it seems, does love.