(this little corner of tumblr is dedicated to women's hockey, the pwhl, college hockey, and the women who somehow make wearing a helmet attractive est. july. 2026)
fanfiction, game reactions, playlists, and a concerning amount of lesbianism ahead.
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if you request something in my inbox pleaseee be descriptive w/ the kind of request you want, cause it will take a lot more time to come up with an idea or concept for a request being like “hey, can we get kk story.” but if i see this i will try my best to come up a story that you will with a simple unspecified request.
⚠️ side effects of following me:
❄︎ developing an unhealthy attachment to women's hockey
❄︎ learning way too much about the pwhl
❄︎ sudden lesbian panic whenever media day photos drop
❄︎ screaming over post-game hugs
❄︎ staying up until 2am watching highlight reels
❄︎ wondering how women look that good in full hockey gear
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📋 SCOUTING REPORT
player: snow (online name)
position: writer
pronouns: she/they
age: 20
occupation: college student trying her best
current mission: writing hockey fanfiction instead of studying
anon asked: Ok amazing!!! My first ask on this page!!! Can I please have you write something with the prompt "I want to stay in your arms forever." With Abby Roque please?
three weeks that’s how long abby had been gone, first a road trip with the victoire, then straight into camp with team usa, no real break in between you’d gotten good at being alone, or at least good at pretending you kept busy cooking meals you didn’t really taste.
left her side of the closet exactly how she’d left it because moving her things felt like admitting she wasn’t coming back soon some nights were fine but some nights you found yourself sitting on the floor of the bedroom just to feel closer to something that smelled like her, and you hated how much that helped tonight is one of the harder ones.
you’re at a coffee shop a few blocks from the apartment, laptop open, headphones in, waiting for her call because she said she’d have a few minutes between meetings.
when her face finally pops up on screen you feel your whole chest loosen. “hi, baby,” she says, and even through a screen her voice does something to you. “hi.” you hate how thick your own voice sounds. “how was today?”
“long. good, but long.” she rubs at her eyes. “camp’s wearing me down a little.”
“you sound tired.”
“i am tired.” a pause. “i miss you a stupid amount.”
“i miss you too.” you laugh, a little wet. “i’ve started talking to your side of the closet. it’s getting concerning.”
“don’t replace me with a hoodie.”
“no promises.” you talk for a while about nothing important, bad camp food, a teammate’s terrible joke, whether you fed the fish enough this week. it’s easy, familiar, the kind of conversation that doesn’t need to be about anything because just hearing her voice is the point then the connection stutters.
her face freezes mid-laugh, pixelated, one hand stuck halfway through pushing her hair back. “abs?”
“— sorry,” her voice comes through anyway, choppy but there, even though the picture doesn’t move. “wifi’s bad in here, one sec —” the frozen image glitches again, a smear of color across her cheek, then holds.
you can still hear her, muffled and warm, talking like she doesn’t realize the video’s stuck. “can you hear me?” her voice again, and you almost laugh at the absurdity of her still, silent face while her voice keeps going.
“i can hear you, i just can’t see you moving, your video’s stuck —”
“that’s so annoying,” she says, and you can hear the smile in it even though the frozen screen doesn’t show it. “hang on, don’t close it, i’m gonna try switching networks —”
“okay, i’m not going anywhere —” and then, from behind you; “good. because neither am i.” you turn around so fast you nearly knock your coffee off the table, and there she is. actually there.
jacket still on, bag over one shoulder, phone loose in her jacket pocket where she must’ve dropped it the second she came in because her frozen face is still sitting right there on your laptop screen, glitched mid-laugh, her real voice now coming from an entirely different direction.
“abby—”
she doesn’t let you finish crosses the space between you in two steps and picks you straight up off the ground, spinning you once and kisses you right in the middle of it, the whole world tilting sideways, her mouth on yours while your feet are still off the ground and the coffee shop blurs past in one dizzy turn.
when your feet finally touch the ground again you’re both laughing into the kiss, breathless, her hands still gripping your waist like she isn’t ready to let go yet. “you’re supposed to be at camp —” you manage, between breaths.
“i got an early flight,” she says against your lips, still not fully letting you go. “wanted to surprise you.”
“you’re insane. you’re actually insane — your face is still frozen on my screen, i thought you were glitching—”
“i was hiding behind the counter,” she admits, grinning. “the wifi excuse bought me like forty seconds.”
“forty seconds to what —”
“to get here.” her hands come up to frame your face instead, thumbs tracing your cheekbones like she’s checking you’re real. “hi.”
“hi,” you breathe behind you, your laptop is still open, her frozen face still stuck mid-laugh on the screen, utterly upstaged by the real thing. “i can’t believe you did that,” you say. “i can’t believe the wifi excuse actually worked.”
“i was distracted. i was busy talking to a frozen picture of you.”
“and now you get the real thing.” she laughs again, softer this time, and pulls you back into her — properly, arms wrapped all the way around you, chin resting on the top of your head.
the coffee shop noise fades out around you it’s just her heartbeat under your ear, steady and warm and finally, finally close. “i want to stay in your arms forever,” you mumble into her jacket, only half joking.
hii i have a taglist as well i forgot to link it my intro post and here’s the link and yes i can add you as well! (https://forms.gle/Nqeg5GZMahaSgzdC7)
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Heyo just wanted to welcome you in the small circle that is the pwhl x reader tag(I should really word this down to something cooler) lol, I hope you have loads of fun. I know I am! I saw the list of players you're writing for and it's a pretty good batch especially with including edwards.
Anyways *clears throat* it's nice to see another writer for the league that will only continue to grow. I don't make any promises but I will try to get a request in(though I am quite busy with this summer series(that does include pwhl players so). Hope to see you around the tag more :]
clears throat back thank you for the warmest welcome omg 🥹 the pwhl x reader tag (small but mighty, we need a cooler name for it frr) has been so lovely to me already and this is exactly the kind of message that makes it feel worth it
and yes!! edwards had to be on the list, i couldn't not lol. still figuring out my footing with writing for the league but knowing there's people like you around makes it so much less intimidating
genuinely no pressure on the request, take your time with your summer series (also pwhl based?? i'm intrigued, no pressure to share but if you ever want to yell about it my inbox and messages is always open). excited to grow the tag with you 🫶
welcome to my little corner of tumblr! i'm so happy you're here. whether you're here to request a fic, scream about your favorite player, or simply lurk, here's everything you need to know before we get started.
this are no's for me:
don't write for underage characters from any fandom.
absolutely no non-con or anything that mentions or revolves around sexual assault.
i write for female readers and gender-neutral readers only. i don't write for male readers.
no piss kinks, spit kinks, or anything involving bodily fluids. it's just not my thing and makes me uncomfortable.
absolutely no incest.
absolutely no abuse.
no religious themes or religion-centered requests.
if i turn down your request, please don't take it personally! i promise it's never anything against you—it's just about staying within my own comfort zone.
things i love writing:
fluff
angst
hurt/comfort
slow burn
fake dating
friends with benefits
convenience marriages
arranged marriages
found family
jealousy
domestic moments
headcanons
blurbs
one shots
series
for readers who are 18+ only (mdni):
smut
bdsm
praise
degradation
pregnancy / breeding kinks
poly relationships / threesomes
daddy kink
mommy kink
bondage
dacryphilia
fear play
spanking
corruption kinks
consensual somnophilia
sex pollen / heat
age gaps (between consenting adults only)
one last thing
the list above is just a few of my favorites! if you have another idea that isn't listed, you're always welcome to ask. the worst i can say is no.
please just be respectful of my boundaries and remember there's a real person behind the screen.
thank you for stopping by, and i'll see you at puck drop. 🏒🤍
