Original Work, Explicit, OMC/ OMC, 15/15 chapters (complete), 68k words
Tags: NHL, hockey, Oops my one night stand is now my teammate, Surprise trade, Florida hockey hate, Divorced dad, FaceTime calls (sweet and spicy), Dad Jokes, Sleeping next to you cures my insomnia, Cooking Thanksgiving food as love language, Rewards for goals, Affection starved MC, Realistic hockey, Found Family, the best kiddo characters
Schroeder's blue eyes widened before he was able to school his expression back into something like pleasantly neutral.
Not my one night stand from a year ago is now my teammate shocked. Which meant he was doing a hell of a lot better than Joey was.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/74247456
Original Work, Explicit, OMC/ OMC, 18/18 chapters (complete), 54k words
Tags: NHL, Hockey, former AHL teammates, Second Chance ,Hurt/Comfort, cat dad, protective MC, (poorly) processing feelings through hockey fights, New York team rivals, Check Content Warnings, rabid brain raccoons, five years apart, lots of longing
Whitty never texted back. Never called. Never contacted Shawn.
Not until five years later, after an NHL game during which Shawn had definitely punched him in the face, when he sent: this isn't how you used to play.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/78494691
Original Work, Explicit, OMC/ OMC, 23/23 chapters (complete), 84k words
Tags: Hockey, NHL, AHL, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Found Family, mental health rep ,importance of support systems and community, Knitting, Social Media, tumblr rpf conspiracy, Kiss cam, regained family, Coming Out, heavy at the start, cute and sweet by the end, owners of anxious dogs are the best dog owners (and boyfriends), Check Content Warnings, Panic Attacks
Well, despite the secrets he was keeping from most of the world, Markus was a blunt, nosy bitch. Just ask Adam and Shawn. “So why are you here?” Here, as in Connecticut. Here, as in at this tiny practice rink. Here, as in the AHL.
“Trying for a comeback, baby,” Frost said with a grin. He jogged past Markus out onto the ice. There seemed to be a slight stutter to his stride, but maybe Markus was just imagining it. He followed, heart still pounding and breathing still shallow.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/81456546