one thing real quick, if you post pwhl rpf please do not tag it with the main pwhl tag. unlike the nhl we use that as the primary fan space and a lot of us would really appreciate it if you kept the rpf to not the primary league tag thanks
I believe you’ve been in the NHL scene longer than I have, is there like a ‘cancelled’ reason no one writes for Andrei or Pytor, or just more likely that no one requests them?
They’re kinda like my faves on the Hurricanes but if they’re problematic I need to find new ones.
i don’t really keep up with the canes a lot but i’ve never heard anything. if anyone knows anything feel free to send it in
personally, i don’t write for them because i don’t know much about them but if i were gonna write for any hurricanes it would be jarvis and potentially andrei svechnikov
For a fluff request… Date night at home with WillMack maybe they’re all cooking dinner together, and Will and Mack try making cupcakes to practice for the “elevated cupcake experience”… but they absolutely fail.
the kitchen is a disaster.
not the cute, organized kind of cooking mess either. flour is dusted across the counter, a cracked eggshell sits precariously close to the edge of the counter, and at least three mixing bowls are stacked in the sink, abandoned mid-mission.
you lean against the counter with your arms crossed, trying not to laugh.
across from you, will is staring down at the cupcake batter like it's a math equation he can't quite solve.
“i followed the recipe,” he insists.
macklin is standing next to him with a whisk in his hand, looking just as confused. “no, you didn’t.”
“yes, i did.”
“you added like, double the milk.”
will gestures offendedly at the bowl. “you said it looked too thick!”
you bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing.
this whole thing had started because of the “elevated cupcake experience” will had dragged them into. something about learning to bake fancy cupcakes for a team thing.
now there's...whatever this is.
mack dips the whisk into the batter and lifts it.
it pours out like water.
you lose it, doubling over with laughter.
“that is not cupcake batter,” you laugh.
macklin points at you accusingly. “you were supposed to help!”
“i tried!” you defend. “you kicked me out of the kitchen.”
“because you said we’d mess it up! we didn't need that negativity,” mack says.
you gesture at the bowl. “…and how'd that work out?”
will sighs and grabs the box of cupcake liners anyway. “whatever. we’re baking them.”
mack shakes his head. “i don’t trust that batter.”
twenty minutes later, the timer goes off and mack takes the tray out of the oven. the cupcakes have sunk, each one forming a small crater in the middle. you immediately start laughing.
“…that’s definitely not right.”
mack pokes one gently and it jiggles.
“why are they wet?” he frowns, yanking away in disgust. will crosses his arms defensively. “they’re not wet.”
macklin attempts to lift one out of the tray and it collapses in his hand, a dripping, soggy mess of batter.
will frowns, defeated.
“okay,” he admits. “they’re not perfect.”
mack holds up the destroyed cupcake. "these are soup cupcakes.” he deadpans.
will looks between the two of you, then back at the tragic tray of wet cupcakes.
"maybe the elevated experience can just be buying cupcakes." he grimaces.
thinkin about trevor just yappin constantly!! like this man does not shut up ever (affectionately)
you're lying on the couch, half scrolling through your phone, half listening to whatever story trevor's been telling since he walked in the door post practice.
“…so then I told him, I was like, dude, there’s no way you actually thought that was gonna work,” trevor says, gesturing wildly with both hands.
you hum absentmindedly, not even sure what part of the story he's on anymore.
“and then jamie looks at me, right? and I’m thinking—okay wait no actually before that—because this part matters—”
you glance up slowly.
"trevor."
he pauses mid-sentence. “yeah?”
“…what are you even talking about?”
“the play from practice earlier,” he says, as if that clears everything up.
“you started this story about a dog you saw this morning.”
he blinks, like he can't recall what exactly he was on about, head tilting in confusion.
“oh, right. okay, yeah," he tries again, pacing a couple steps across the living room, “i’m leaving the coffee place this morning and this dog just bolts across the street out of nowhere.”
you raise an eyebrow.
“like, i'm talkin' full sprint,” he says, mimicking the motion with his hands. “and i’m standing there thinking i’m about to watch the worst thing ever happen because there’s cars everywhere.”
you nod, stifling a smile.
“but then this guy runs out of the café yelling the dog’s name,” trevor continues.
“and?”
"the dog's name was meatball."
there’s a beat of silence.
then,
“but it reminded me of practice because jamie tried this move and I swear the puck popped up just like that dog—"
"trevor!" you groan, burying your face in the nearest pillow.
the apartment is dim except for the soft glow of the kitchen light. it’s late by the time kk gets home, and you’d been half-dozing on the couch while waiting for her.
the sound of the door unlocking startles you awake.
you sit up just as she walks in, hoodie pulled over her head and her hockey bag slung over one shoulder. she drops it by the door with a tired sigh.
“hey,” you mumble, voice still sleepy.
kk looks over at you and her expression softens instantly. “hey, baby. sorry, didn't mean to wake you.”
“you didn’t,” you say, even though she clearly did. you push the blanket off and stand, making your way over to her. you can practically feel the frustration radiating off her. “rough one?” you ask gently.
she shrugs, pulling the hoodie over her head. “yeah. just… one of those games, y'know?”
you nod a little. you’d watched it. you know exactly how hard she played. how she'd battled along the boards for puck possession, laid major hits, blocked shots like it were easy.
without another word, you wrap your arms around her. kk tenses for half a second, then melts into it, her arms sliding around your waist as she buries her face into your shoulder.
“you played so hard tonight,” you murmur.
she shakes her head slightly against you. “didn’t feel like it mattered.”
“it did,” you say quietly.
after a minute she pulls back just enough to look at you.
“you stayed up waiting?” she asks.
you shrug. “can't sleep without my favorite hockey player.”
kk snorts softly, the corner of her mouth lifting. the tension visibly eases from her shoulders.
“your favorite hockey player missed a wide-open net in the third tonight,” she says depreciatingly.
you reach up and gently push a strand of hair back from her face with a soft grin.
“still my favorite.”
her expression eases again, and she leans down to press a slow kiss to your forehead.
“c’mon,” she murmurs.
you let her pull you back toward the couch, where she immediately drags you into her side, one arm wrapped around you as you both sink into the cushions.
the game still lingers somewhere in her mind, but with you tucked against her, she lets herself forget about it for tonight.
i just recently started getting into the pwhl and ncaa so if there’s anyone on those masterlists that i should remove or anyone i should add please let me know 😌
beneath the cut, you'll find every fic i've written on college hockey players. this is also where you can find the list of players i'm willing to write about! (for inquires on players not on the list, send me a message!)
please make sure to read all warnings before reading! use the legend below for symbol meanings! lowercase intended
beneath the cut, you'll find every fic i've written on pwhl players. this is also where you can find the list of players i'm willing to write about! (for inquires on players not on the list, send me a message!)
please make sure to read all warnings before reading! use the legend below for symbol meanings! lowercase intended
beneath the cut, you'll find every fic i've written on college hockey players. this is also where you can find the list of players i'm willing to write about! (for inquires on players not on the list, send me a message!)
please make sure to read all warnings before reading! use the legend below for symbol meanings! lowercase intended