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✧ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐎𝐮𝐭 | trevor zegras ♔

summary: when the news is out between trevor and jack's sister, things take a turn for the worse.

warnings: media, being exposed

published: 3/25/24

notes: two fics in one day? one week? I'm a changed person. this is very based off of red, white and royal blue because i love that movie with my whole soul. it's so good, i highly recommend it. anyway, this is it for the fics i had planned so I'm going to focus on my three au's for the rest of the week but if another fic comes out don't be surprised. let me know if you want a part two because i would be glad to write it | add yourself to the taglist ➺ taglist!

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Nothing was how it should be. They were supposed to be careful, they were careful. They were only seen together when it would make sense for them to be together; when he was in town for a game, when he was supposed to be hanging out with her brothers, or when he had a game against the Devils or the Canucks. And when they were seen together, they made sure everything was strictly platonic, no hand touches, no stolen glances, no nothing.

However, maybe they should’ve accounted for the fact that one, her friends were journalists, and two, her friends weren’t really her friends in the first place. They had a few classes together in college, back when she was still undecided, but despite that? They only found her interesting because of her last name and who shared it.

Somehow she was too predictable, her password was as basic as it got. It was the day Trevor asked her to be his girlfriend, they’re anniversary. It was the best day of both of their lives but now it was the root of all their problems. It wasn’t the biggest scandal on the dance floor, there were things much worse going on in the NHL and the world in general. No one would care about this besides the Zegras and the Hughes families and the girls who were too obsessed with hockey players and their relationships for their own good.

She was studying abroad in England this past year and she couldn’t help but fall in love with it. She had decided to extend her stay into the fall semester, not wanting to go back home. This sort of worked in her favor, she was 3,444 miles from Jack and Luke and 4,632 miles from Quinn. She was in a different time zone, country, and continent than them. All she had to do to avoid them was not answer her phone. 

She was good at that, blocking out social media and her phone as a whole. Growing up the sister of hockey players and her mom being who she was in the hockey world, she got used to the hate and backlash she got from not wanting to do hockey. Her phone was shut off and thrown into her desk drawer. Her friends tried to comfort her but were to no avail, she was too worried about what other people thought about it.

Not only had pictures of them been put out into the world but their text messages as well. However, she couldn’t remember a time she left her phone unattended. She hadn’t spoken to Trevor in two weeks, she hadn’t spoken to anybody besides her roommates in two weeks. She had seen a couple of articles and videos that were spreading, the one of Trevor’s interviews where he was addressing the situation was not only the biggest one but the most recent one. 

It was before the game, that the reporter had asked him about how everything in the media that was speculating had impacted him and his play. To which he responded with, “Y/n and I are together and have been since the beginning of the season. And whether people choose to support or hate it, isn’t my problem nor my business. We’re happy and hope everyone can support that decision and respect our privacy. I fell in love with a girl who happens to be related to my best friend. How is this affecting my mindset? I wouldn’t say it has, I’m still planning, and Greg still thinks I’m playing as best as I can and even better. I’m worried about her, that’s for sure. She hasn’t had the best track record with the media.”

He said a few more words, none of which mattered to y/n. She wasn’t sure if she cried more because of what he said or the situation. She curled up on the chair in the corner of the room, reading a book. Her friends looked at her sadly, they hated the fact that she had gone back to her reserved nature. 

Trevor on the other hand was acting like it wasn’t bothering him, he couldn’t hide himself from the media or anything really like she could. But, it was eating him alive. He didn’t know if she was okay or if something had happened or if she was ignoring him. He was too desperate to know if he was okay so he attempted to reach out to all three of her brothers but he got nothing back in return.

It wasn’t until Mason walked into his room with his phone in hand, “I called her friend for you.”

Trevor looked at him with wide eyes, “What?”

“Thank me later.”

Her friend had been walking up the stairs to their apartment when she got the call from Mason, they had met when y/n and Trevor took them along on a trip to ensure that no rumors would start. She had practically run the rest of the way and bolted into the apartment. She walked over to y/n and handed her the phone.

She reached out for it and held it up to her ear, “Hello?”

“Baby!” 

Her voice stuck in her throat along with the sob that had been forming for a while. “Trevor? Oh my god, are you alright?”

“I’m hanging in there. Are you okay?”

She paused, “No. No, I’m not okay.”

“You know what, I’m coming to London tonight. Just hold on until I get there.”

“Hurry please.”

And just as he promised, 8 hours later he was standing in her apartment, opening his arms for her. She ran into them once she heard him call out and buried her head into his chest. Trevor sunk to the floor with her, his back pressed up against the wall, “It’s okay. I’m here. I got you.”

He could feel her body racked with sobs and he couldn’t help but start crying himself. He had torn himself apart these past two weeks as he waited to hear from her and knowing how much she had been in pain had hurt him. He picked her up soon after and carried her to the bedroom, laying her down on the bed. He crawled in next to her and wrapped his arms around her once more.

“Have you heard from your brothers yet?”

“Not a word. Not that I have checked my phone since the article came out.”

He frowned at her, tightening his hold, “Sometimes I wonder if part of their acceptance is just to forget it ever happened in the first place.”

This made him laugh a little as he pulled back to look at her. He moved the piece of hair that had fallen in her face behind her ear. His face changed when he realized that her small smile had turned back into a frown, “I feel so lost. They used to adore me, used to protect me, but now. It feels like they just wish I never existed.”

“Hey, they still love you.” She just blinked at him, “I’m sure if you looked at your phone they would just be wondering if you were okay.”

“I liked your speech, it was very put together.”

He smiled at her, “It made me very proud to be your girlfriend.”

“Hey, I’m always proud to be your boyfriend.”

She giggled and kissed his cheek, “You know what I mean you dork.”

“Speaking of boyfriends and girlfriends. Did you know Mason and Lia were dating?”

She perked up, “No! When did that happen?”

“Apparently-”

“Hey.”

The two turned and looked at Lia, “What’s up?”

“Your brothers are here.”

𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑬𝑶𝑼𝑺 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

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losing streak

Carter winced as she set her backpack down in her hotel room, she gingerly slipped off her black blazer, slipped off her black loafers and sat on the bed bringing her hands to face and burying her face in her hands groaning as her whole body is throbbing from the hit she got from tonight’s game.

She heard her phone ringing and would usually ignore but she knew she put it on do not disturb and only a few people can notify her through that, she pulled out her phone from her beige trouser pockets and saw the silly photo of her and Jack smiling together on their boat pop up on her phone ringing for a FaceTime, She clicked answer seeing Jacks tired face illuminated by his phone glow in his dark bedroom.

“Hey birdy.” Jack grinned his charming grin hiding the concern he felt from seeing her being badly hit tonight.

“Hey jacky.” Carter mumbled not even being able to mustered up another fake smile, she fiddled with her locket necklace, a gift from her brothers.

“Hey Ree you alright.” Jack face showed all the concern he felt for his sister.

Carter cleared her throat, “Fine.”

“Carter you don’t have to be fine.” Jack frowned knowing what it was like having a tough time in his rookie year.

“It’s just, us losing the last five games all the media has been blaming it on me.” Carter knows she has been playing okay the last few days but sometimes it’s hard to play as good as you can when your team is not playing the best, and she’s not blaming her team but she hasn’t been playing bad either.

Jack slowly nodded knowing a lot of media will always try to find someone to blame and the rookies are usually the ones that’s are blamed, “Hey that is not your fault, Okay. You’ve been playing well birdy i wouldn’t lie to you.” Jack knew how easy it is to listen to the media, especially when your down.

Carter slowly nodded feeling a bit better because of her big brother, and she knew out of everyone Jack would give her the honest answer.

“Now how is your shoulder.” Jack gave her a stern look seeing how hard she was shoved into the boards today and he watched her be bent over on the ice for a good minute and be led down the tunnel before not playing the rest of the third period.

“It’s not injured just gonna be really sore and some bruising.” Carter told him, remembering how scared she was when she got knocked down and felt all the pain, she didn’t want it to be a bad injury especially in her rookie year of the NHL and it was a relief to know it’s just gonna be a bad bruise.

“Good.” Jack nodded, “Now go take a warm shower and take some motrin and get a good night sleep okay.” Jack instructed his little sister playing his role of protective big brother.

Especially since he knew Carter and Quinn didn’t have a shared room tonight and Quinn texted saying Carter was the first to leave the team bus heading right up to hee hotel room.

“I will.” Carter promised, “And Jack thank you.” She didn’t realize how much she needed someone to tell her it wasn’t her fault, but more so some not on her own team.

“Always.” Jack smiled, “And Birdy go kick some ass tomorrow yeah.” Jack smirked to his little sister who gave him a small smirk and a determined nod.

And Carter did. The next night the Carter scored two goals against the Montreal Canadians, making the Canucks end their losing streak winning 2-0. Two days after they played the Senators winning 6-2, Carter got a hat trick in the game and sent a puck from one of her goals to Jack.

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golden

pairing: quinn hughes x fem!reader

warnings: profanity, mentions of alcohol, allusions to awful family, mentions of blood

summary: quinn hughes was a grade A asshole, but will that change?

a/n: no proofreading because we die like men

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i’m hopeless, broken / i don’t want to be alone / lovin you’s the antidote

quinn hughes could only be described with one word: moody. he had those sad eyes, and he rarely even smiled. that was, until he met you.

quinn can admit, when he first met you, he wasn’t fond of you whatsoever. you joined the canucks’ team as a medic physician around a year ago.

***

you walked down the hallway, locating the physician room with the instructions given to you. the blue walls around you felt like they were closing in due to your nerves. you had no idea where you were going, but surely if someone saw you lost and roaming the halls, they’d deem you unprofessional. it’s your first day on the job, surely they can cut you some slack.

you open the glass door and step into the room, the cool air hitting your bare arms. you find somewhere to set your bag down and take a seat at rolly-chair by a desk. score. your short celebration about the chair you found is cut short when you hear soft knocking on the door. you look up and see none other than quinn hughes standing there. you internally punch yourself and tell yourself to remain calm.

of course you knew who quinn was, you had social media.

“uh… who are you?” you know he didn’t mean it a rude way, because you’d react the same if you saw someone you didn’t know as your doctor.

“i’m one of the new medic physicians. y/n l/n” you give him a smile and he looks at you skeptically. he nods his head and makes his way to one of the examination tables, taking a seat. you weren’t expecting to start the job already, but duty calls. he has a hard look on his face as he stares at the floor.

“what brings you in here?” he briefly looks up, meeting your eyes and then he goes back to looking at the floor.

“coach thinks i have a concussion.” you nod and do the proper checks on him and he’s not showing any concussion symptoms.

“you don’t have any signs of a concussion, but if i were you-” he abruptly cuts you off.

“which you’re not. let me do me. you’re just here to play doctor.” he then walks back out the door and you’re taken back a bit by his little outburst. you tell yourself not to take it to heart since he may just be having a bad day. you knew all too well what it was like to have people constantly pestering you when you just wanted to be left alone. it was one of the many reasons you left your life behind and moved all the way to vancouver.

it was a big risk, but what’s life without taking a couple risky moves?

you take a deep breath in and count to seven, then exhaling. you were amazing at what you do and you wouldn’t let one foul interaction make you question that.

the rest of the day, you had players coming in and out of the room. some to introduce themselves and say hi, and others because they genuinely needed the help.

overall, you’d say you had a great first day. sure, quinn was a little snappy, but you’re sure he’s just having one of those days.

***

however, as the months went on, he showed no sign of easing up.

***

you’d been working with the canucks for about six months now and you are certain that quinn hughes is making it his job to make your life a personal hell.

he refuses to have you help him no matter the circumstances. claiming, “i’ll walk it off.” but he’ll let the other physician check on him. no matter what, you pushed through and always told him “good morning” or “good luck on your game tonight.”

you kept telling yourself that the best way to befriend someone is with kindness. one day he’ll come around. you don’t know when, but one day. so until that day comes around, you’ll suck in your pride and tolerate his bitchiness.

speak of the devil and he shall appear because here comes mr hughes strolling off the ice with a slight limp to his gait.

“hughes, what did you do?” when he hears your voice, he looks up and groans, turning around and walking the other way. however, when he goes to step back on the ice, the coach stops him.

“woah, quinn. you just told me your ankle hurt. y/n give you the all clear or does she want you to get hurt even more?” quinn sighed because he knew the inevitable was here. he turned back around and limped to your office and walked through the door with a glare on his face. you just watched as he stormed past you like an angry toddler sent to bed.

you walk in, giving him the option to have the door opened or closed. something you always did with the guys that they seemed to appreciate. you’d be surprised at how many players like the door open. claiming they “want to hear what’s going on outside.” he chose to close it and you nod.

“what did you do?” he didn’t answer you and you nodded your head. “alright, so i’m going to take a wild guess here and say that kuzy fell on your ankle during drills?” he looks up and meets your eyes and you almost forget about how much of an asshole he’s been to you because holy- his eyes were gorgeous.

they weren’t a hey-look-at-me-i-have-blue-eyes kind of blue. no, they were more of a subtle blue. the hue of blue you’d see as the sun is starting to rise in the sky. and the blue practice jersey he was wearing was accentuating that.

“i- yeah.” you snap out of your thoughts, squatting down. “so i need to take your skate off and get a better look at your ankle. is that okay? or do you want to do it yourself?” he shakes his head and you gingerly untie his skate, not knowing his pain level right now. once you get it off and all the other stuff with it, you see it’s slightly swollen.

“it’s not too bad. you’ll probably have to sit out for the rest of practice and ice it. because if you put pressure on it-”

“save me the explanation. i got it” okay what did you do to him? did you look at him the wrong way or breathe in the wrong direction? you stand up and place your hands on your hips.

“okay, i have done nothing but been nice to you, quinn. i always say good morning to you, always wish you good luck on every. single. game. i don’t understand what the hell your problem is with me and i’m tired of being walked over!” you huff out “y’know what, just- let me get you some ice and then you can leave. you can go back to sulking or whatever it is you do.” you grumble out and walk to the freezer and grab an ice pack. you grab a couple paper towels and wrap them around the ice pack.

you hand quinn the ice pack and he takes it, walking out the door without saying anything. when he’s gone, you take a seat and rest your head in your hands, letting a couple tears slip out. you felt so hopeless for trying to befriend someone as stubborn as quinn hughes. you kept telling yourself you wouldn’t let him affect you, but these were angry tears.

you didn’t even notice the person knocking at the door. so it surprised you when you felt a hand on your shoulder. you jumped back and looked up to see elias. he had a worried look on his face and you hastily wiped at the tears on your face.

“what’s up elias? your hamstring feeling better?” he nods and pulls up a stool, taking a seat on it.

“why’re you crying?” you wave him off

“it’s nothing, really.” you let out a humorless laugh

“it’s not nothing if you’re crying over it.” bless his heart. one thing you did gain from this job was picking up on the players’ personalities. elias was attentive and noticed even the smallest of changes.

“just frustrated tears.” he nods

“frustrated over what?” you could be honest, or you could be slightly honest.

“someone was giving me a difficult time & i didn’t understand why. i’d been trying my hardest to be nice to them and they kept being an ass.” he laughed at your use of profanity and it made you smile.

“well whoever it is, they’re a dick.” now it was your turn to laugh. if only he knew who he was calling a dick.

“yeah, but it’ll be fine.” his brows furrow again

“it’s not fine if they’re being a jerk.”

“i gave them a piece of my mind.” he nods

“good. hit them with your stethoscope if they try anything again.” you softly laugh and he stands up. he ruffles your hair and says goodbye before he leaves.

the day seemed to stretch on forever and you were itching to leave. when it finally hit 6, you couldn’t have been happier. instead of going to your apartment, you made your way to a pub you’ve been to numerous times since moving here. you’re honestly glad you ubered to work that day. that meant you could have your preferred five drinks with a bloody mary on the side and not worry about finding a way to get home.

you take a seat at a barstool at the counter and flag over a bartender.

“what will it be tonight, dear?” the slightly older woman asks and you shrug.

“something strong on the rocks.” she nods and goes to fixing you a drink as you sit there with your hands clasped in front of you, fidgeting with your class ring. a little token reminder that you’d proven your family wrong and you were nothing like them.

a glass of an amber-colored liquid is placed in front of you and you thank the woman, taking a sip. the burning sensation coats your throat and you slightly grimace.

three drinks later, you can feel the alcohol coursing through your veins. you’d started to chat up the bartender and she was wondering why you were “wasting your youth” in a bar on a wednesday night. all you said was, “men.” and she nodded knowingly and poured you another drink.

you then feel a presence near you and you downed the rest of your drink.

“how much have you had to drink?” you knew that voice. you look to the right of you and your suspicions are confirmed when you see those familiar blue eyes and mop of brown hair.

“none of your business.”

“come on y/n-” you point a finger at him.

“don’t ‘come on y/n’ me, hughes. you made it very clear that you want nothing to do with me.” you placed a fifty on the counter and got up, slipping on your jacket and heading out of the bar, the cold, vancouver air hitting you in the face. you order an uber and stand there, arms crossed across your chest for warmth as you wait.

“y/n, let me talk, please?”

“is that not what you’re doing right now?” he sighs

“i wasn’t nice to you because you’re just so… you.” you scoff

“wow, what a great explanation for the past six months of you being an asshole.” he chuckles

“let me finish. you’re this ball of sunshine. you always brighten up people’s days no matter what. you always put others needs before yourself. you’re just so selfless like that. you have the kindest soul out of anyone i’ve ever met. and god, y/n, you’re so damn pretty.” his last comment makes you blush slightly.

“quinn- i’m not following. why say all these nice things and act like a complete dick to me?”

“because you intimidate me. i’m so scared of saying something wrong and messing everything up. you deserve the best of the best. and i figured it would be best to just keep you at a distance than to do something wrong.” you step closer to him and you can practically feel his body heat radiating onto you.

“quinn, have you ever thought about how i felt?” he looks up from the ground at you and your eyes are slightly glassy.

“please don’t cry.” you shake your head and look up at the dark sky, trying to keep the tears at bay. were they tears of joy because he said all those mushy-gushy things about you, or were they tears of all the pent up emotions at how he’s treated you?

“you spent the last six months making me feel like i was a burden. like i had killed your brother or something. quinn, you made me feel like a nuisance.” he sucks in a breath and nods

“and i take full ownership of my actions. i should’ve talked to you. hell, i should’ve done more than that.” he takes a deep breath in. “can we start over?” you have a mental debate with yourself for a minute before nodding. quinn smiles and it knocks the breath out your lungs. holy shit his smile was beautiful. maybe evern more than his eyes.

quinn sticks out his hand in between the two of you.

“quinn hughes, canucks’ defenseman. nice to meet you” you take his hand in yours and shake his.

“y/n l/n, canucks’ medical physician. nice to meet you too.”

***

from that day forward, you and quinn started to bond more. you started to look forward to work more. life felt like it had a purpose if it meant quinn hughes was there.

quinn can say the same. you started to infect his life and his gloomy days started to brighten. it’s like he was driving in the rain and finally figured out how to turn in his windshield wipers.

it was months later after the two of you made up that he asked you out officially. nobody on the team had a clue that the two of you had been getting closer.

fast forward to bo getting traded to the islanders. you can tell the trade affected everyone on the team. they lost their captain, for crying out loud. you can tell it affected quinn, especially, since he’d be given that infamous ‘A’ on his jersey.

he opened up to you when he came over to your apartment one night.

***

it was pouring rain, so when you heard a knock on your door, you were a bit puzzled as to who it could be. you open the door and see your boyfriend standing there sipping wet and you usher him in.

“q, baby, you’re drenched. why didn’t you bring an umbrella?” he shrugged and you brought him to the bathroom.

“stay in here while i get you a change of clothes, okay?” he nodded and you tried your best to hurry because wet clothes are cold and you know how the feeling is. a minute later you’re stepping back into the bathroom with a pair of sweats and a canucks’ t-shirt in hand.

“i’ll be in the living room while you change. just set your wet clothes in the tub and i’ll make sure to wash them later.” he nods and his quiet state was worrying you a bit. as well as his unexpected visit during the storm.

quinn joins you on the couch a few minutes later and you turn down the volume of whatever was on the tv and face him.

“why’d you come all the way over here in the rain?” he’s silent again and you place a hand on his cheek, angling his face to look at you. you rub your thumb across his cheek soothingly and it’s like that’s what it takes for the dam to break. quinn pulls you into him and buried his head in your shoulder.

“i’m here. let it all out.” you rubbed his back soothingly as he cried. it absolutely broke your heart to hear his quiet sobs. sure, months ago you two were at each others throats, but now you know quinn. your quinn.

once he cried himself dry, he pulled apart and you took the sleeve of your shirt and wiped at his eyes. speaking of his eyes, they met yours and you pulled him closer to you, placing a kiss on his forehead.

“talk to me. what’s going on?” you softly asked him and he let out a shaky exhale.

“since bo’s trade, i feel like there’s just so much pressure on me. i have such big shoes to fill. and i get that elias also has an ‘A’ but i feel like there’s just so much more put onto me just because of my last name. jack is so successful and meanwhile my team can’t even make it to the playoffs. and now i’m given one of the most important jobs on the team? i’m scared, y/n. and i don’t want to be alone right now.”

you pull him back into you and card your fingers through his hair soothingly as you lie on your couch wrapped up with one another.

“quinn, you’re doing amazing. you go out there every game, and you play your best. that’s all everyone should ask of you. the ‘A’ is just a letter. sure, it comes with responsibilities, but you have your team to lean on, yeah? it takes more than one person to make a team, baby. you’ve done so much for them already and you’re fucking amazing at what you do. so what jack is successful? so. are. you. you’re a hughes. you have success running through your veins. like, your mom is ellen fucking hughes.” he laughs at your last statement and looks up at you.

“i’m so in love with you.”

you know that scene in inside out where they press the panic button and the red lights are flashing? that’s how you felt right now. the two of you haven’t said those three sacred words to one another. it takes you a minute before you realize yeah, you love quinn.

“and i’m in love with you.” he gives you a sweet kiss and then rests his head on your chest.

***

however, with the trade, the canucks received anthony beauvillier and quinn and him have bonded really well. you can still tell he’s saddened by bo’s absence, but quinn’s taken quite a liking to the former islander. or maybe the free french lessons he gets.

***

“babe! beau taught me another french word.” you laugh and cross your legs, turning on your couch to face quinn who just let himself in your apartment.

“let me hear it mr bilingual.”

“chérie” you can’t lie, the way it flowed off his tongue was hot.

“say it again.” quinn repeats it and you smile. “now what does it mean?” he stalks over to you and leans over the back of the couch.

“darling,” he says, bringing your lips to his into a kiss. he pulls back and smirks at you.

“trying to get beau to be your wingman.” he shrugs

“maybe.” you laugh and roll your eyes

***

you will say, a downside to being with quinn is when he gets injured and your anxiety sky-rockets. luckily, you’re a physician, so if he gets hurt during games, you get to be the one to fix him up.

like tonight for example. quinn received a puck to the face and he came to you with blood running down his face.

“quinn, oh my god, what happened?”

“puck to the face.” he sits down on the examination table and you start to clean his wound. you stand in between his legs as you clean all the blood off and his hands place themselves instinctively on your waist.

“you worry me so much.”

“i’m sorry pretty girl, it comes with the job.” you softly laugh and throw away the bloody tissues.

“you’re all fixed, romeo. just try to be more careful?” he nods and gives you a quick peck to the lips before leaving.

staying true to his word, he didn’t get injured anymore throughout the game. a con, though? he had team pictures the next day.

so here you stood, on the sidelines watching as all the guys lined up for their pictures.

“y/n? what’re you doing here?” one of the higher up people ask and you shrugged. you and quinn’s relationship was still a secret.

“the last picture day i was at was in elementary school. so i’m curious to see how hockey players do it.” the person laughs and nods.

quinn left the apartment this morning telling you he had team pictures and that he’d be home no later than 2. so you thought, why not surprise him with lunch. so that’s why you were here. and his tim horton’s order was in your car where it was warm.

when the pictures were over, quinn happened to spot you and he lit up, skating over to you. he gives you a kiss and you hear some hoots and hollers behind the two of you.

“huggy, how long have you two been together?” kuzy asks and you and quinn look at one another.

“3-4 months?” everyone gasps and your face heats up.

“so is that why he’s been asking me different french words?” beau asks and quinn nods

“anyways,” you loudly say at the team, then focusing your attention at quinn. “i have your lunch in the car so it doesn’t get cold.” he smiles and nods, heading off to get changed. the whole team is looking at you and you sigh.

“ask your questions.” they all then start shooting out different questions at you and while you’re answering them, quinn had finished changing and was watching you interact with his teammates. a soft smile was on his face and he realized how you were what he’s been searching for all these years.

loving you’s the antidote.

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#quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes #nhl hockey #nhl #vancover canucks #fine line series!

[youcouldmakealife]

LBTE: Jared (138-139)

Vancouver!

138. Change of Scenery (Redux)

Original Change of Scenery was Jared heading back to Edmonton, so he’s got to say he likes this one better.

Bryce is more nervous than Jared’s ever seen him.

Okay, maybe not like, as nervous as he was stepping out of the car and offering his hand to Jared’s dad after he caught them with Jared’s hand in his pants, or the wrung tight anxiety of the final days of trade negotiations — which, holy shit no wonder — but it’s close, Bryce practically vibrating out of his skin as they get ready for media day. If Bryce tries to fix his hair one more time —

He wants them to like him so bad. Like, never wanted it more, and that’s saying something, because Bryce desperately wants to be liked.

“I want this to be my team, you know?” Bryce says. “Like, we’re going to be here for awhile, and—”

He wants them to like him SO BAD.

Jared kisses his scrunched up forehead. “They’ll like you. Just like. Be Bryce. Real Bryce. Real Bryce is great.”

Excellent advice from someone who otherwise does not consider himself an authority on making people like you. But as someone who doesn't like other people and is still pretty fucking charmed by Real Bryce, he has experience on this one.

They’ve made ground rules: they’re going to go to team stuff separately, at least to start. Revisit later, but right now Bryce will go in alone and Gabe will pick Jared up, which he started doing last season for Environment Reasons, like they aren’t flying in chartered planes on the regular. They’re not going to sit together on the plane either, Jared back in the rotation with Gabe, who goes between him and Dmitry depending on if he wants chill company or not.

Eating together at dinners, that’s fine, because it’s not like, a partner thing, so Jared will continue to eat with Gabe and Bryce will join. They’re not going to lean into any media about a bromance. They don’t need to like, stick together twenty four hours a day, they get to spend more time together than they ever have, so team time’s like, different. Will some teammates figure out they’re together anyway? Probably, judging by the past, but they’re going to do their best to avoid it, and just take it as it comes.

And no sleepovers on the road, Jared doesn’t care how much Bryce pouts about it.

No matter how old and jaded Jared gets, he still remains terribly naive about certain things. It’s so cute that you think there won’t be any sleepovers on the road, Jared.

“He went ahead,” Jared says. “We figured we’d like, come in separately for a bit, be like, subtle.”

Gabe and Stephen exchange a look. Jared’s not sure what it’s meant to convey, but it succeeds at annoying him.

I think we all know this look conveys ‘our boy somehow still thinks they can be subtle’.

“I know,” Gabe says. “Just — don’t get your hopes up about not getting caught? The guys aren’t dumb.”

“I know,” Jared says.

“And you’re kind of obvious,” Gabe says.

“I know,” Jared mutters.

Stop bursting his bubble by stating facts, Gabe.

“Oh my god, are you like, momming and dadding me right now?” Jared says.

“Are you the mom?” Stephen asks.

“I think I’m the mom,” Gabe says.

Gabe is 100% the mom. In their parenting of this sullen teenager and in his role as an A on the Canucks. He’s also totally the mom friend. He accepts this.

“You guys fucking suck at hiding your relationship,” Stephen says. “And yeah, yeah, that’s at me and Gabe’s, safe space, but it took Gabe, what, thirty seconds?”

“At least a minute,” Gabe says.

“It took Gabe fifteen seconds to figure out you guys were together the first time he met Bryce,” Stephen says.

Stephen accurately assuming Gabe is being diplomatic with this minute business.

“It’s best not to lie to the children,” Stephen says. “Santa’s not real, neither is the Easter Bunny, you two are going to get caught.”

Jared rolls his eyes.

“The hockey gods probably exist though,” Gabe says.

“Oh, absolutely,” Stephen agrees.

They 100% exist. Because this is my ‘verse and I say so.

“They don’t,” Jared mutters.

“If they didn’t you wouldn’t be on the same team as your husband,” Stephen says.

Jared cannot retort, because ‘no that’s because his agent and him did some pretty unethical shit to make it happen’.

Excellent use of brain to mouth filter here. Also it’s ‘he and his agent’. Grammar fail.

“He’s sulking, Gabriel,” Stephen says.

“Yeah, he does that,” Gabe says.

Excellent use of brain to mouth filter by Gabe not pointing out that Stephen is prone to that himself. But he's generally good at the brain to mouth filter thing.

Jared scowls out the window.

“Chin up, Math,” Gabe says. “You’re about to see your husband.”

Jared bites his lip hard so he doesn’t smile. He doesn’t think it works.

Gabe’s a good hockey mom.

“I wonder what his nickname’s going to be,” Stephen muses. “Since they’ve already got a Marksy.”

Bryce was indeed Marksy on the Flames (Marcsy?). But Gabe’s got dibs in Van.

“Probably something skill related,” Gabe says. Clearly he is uninterested in ceding the Marksy name. “Maybe military? Snipeshow, Gunner. Or something tactical if they figure out early that he’s got a killer hockey IQ.”

Jared gives into the inevitable smile.

Gabe nailing it here — Bullet it is. And a bit of a self-referential thing with the tactical names for the titles of early IJ(aoe).

Also Jared continues to be such a sucker for Bryce’s hockey IQ, and such a sucker for people that aren’t him noticing and admiring said hockey IQ.

“What’s his middle name?” Stephen asks.

“Justin,” Jared says.

“BJ?” Stephen says. “Yeah, you two keep that to yourselves.”

“No kidding,” Jared says.

“BJ,” Stephen snickers, and Jared has the sinking feeling that Stephen is exclusively going to refer to Bryce as BJ from now on.

That would be so CHILDISH, Jared. Obviously he will carefully save it for the moment that it will annoy Bryce the most, like an adult.

he fiddles around on his phone and waits, enduring a crushing hug from Dmitry Kurmazov and an even more irritating hair ruffle before Dmitry unceremoniously crashes Gabe’s interview to do the same thing to him in front of laughing reporters. Gabe endures it with much more grace than Jared. Jared supposes he’s used to it after a decade on the same team.

Gabe, getting a hug from one of his closest friends after not seeing him for months: :)

Jared: Wow, good work enduring that indignity, Gabe. I don’t know how you do it.

Jared leaves him to it, endures another hug from Dmitry — he just saw him —

Hugging Jared Matheson twice in 24 hours if you aren’t a) Bryce Marcus or b) it’s literally just Bryce Marcus but he’ll endure it from Elaine he guesses... is like petting a hissing cat. Watch your hands.

echoes Gabe’s ‘good to see you again, Bryce’ when Bryce’s introductions land in their corner.

Gabe rolls his eyes at Jared.

“What,” Jared.

Bryce: Hey guys.

Gabe: Hey, Bryce, good to see you again.

Jared: …YES. GOOD TO SEE YOU AGAIN.

Bryce:

Gabe:

Jared:

Bryce: Okay I’m gonna—

Gabe: Good idea.

It’s all of twenty minutes into training camp before Bryce has made a friend.

Jared eyes him.

Dmitry says something, and Bryce dissolves into giggles.

Jared’s eyes grow narrower.

“Glaring at your liney because he’s making your boy laugh is not being subtle, Math,” Gabe murmurs right into his ear.

Jared glowering in the corner, horrible visions of more Dmitry in his future in his head.

It’s off ice stuff in the morning — Coach is big on team-building, and Jared would roll his eyes but the Canucks are a close-knit team, so it seems to work —

Jared implying that he isn’t rolling his eyes anyway and that’s a lie.

Gabe elbows him again. “Math,” he says.

“Hm?” Jared says.

“Please don’t tell me that’s your handwriting over his heart,” Gabe says, low

Gabe and Stephen give Jared this whole ‘don’t get your hopes up about not getting caught’ speech and Jared neglects to inform them Bryce has a TATTOO OF HIS NAME? There will be so much kvetching to Stephen later. Over his HEART, Stephen. These boys say they don’t want to come out and then he gets his a tattoo of Jared’s name on his HEART. What is the MATTER with these kids?

It still gets to him, a low punch in the gut when he sees it, but then, it’s only been a few weeks since Bryce snuck out and got the tattoo. Would Jared have vetoed it if Bryce asked first? Absolutely. Is Jared kind of stupidly obsessed with it? Also the case.

Jared is embarrassed and horny about it.

“Don’t tell Stephen,” Jared says.

“No way Stephen doesn’t watch an interview and put two and two together,” Gabe says. “Sorry.”

If he doesn’t tell Stephen who will he complain to, Jared? Do you want Gabe to EXPLODE?

“He tattooed your name on his chest and you two think you aren’t going to be caught,” Gabe mumbles, more to himself than Jared.

Gabe continues to be in utter disbelief.

Jared gets a ride back with Gabe after training camp, starts making them dinner, because if he doesn’t start now it’s not going to happen. They got bag skated at the end of the day. Bag skating’s always hell, but at least when it’s a punishment you feel like you’re atoning for something. Bag skating at the start of training camp’s a fitness gauge, nothing more, but it still feels like a punishment.

Bag skates are getting rarer and rarer, both during the season and during training camps, but under Travis Green the Canucks were indeed bag skated every training camp. Somebody always pukes.

“My legs feel like lead,” Jared says.

“Sit, I’ll take over,” Bryce offers, and Jared takes him up on it, though he does drag the chair closer, half to keep Bryce company, half to backseat cook because he doesn’t trust him. He hasn’t earned it.

Extremely valid.

“I can’t believe he manipulated you into free babysitting within one day of meeting you,” Jared says.

To be fair, Bryce offered.

“You aren’t tired,” Jared accuses.

“I’m tired,” Bryce says.

“You don’t look tired,” Jared mutters.

Bryce kisses the top of his head.

Jared absolutely livid that Bryce isn’t tired. And Bryce remembering that training camp Jared is like an angry hedgehog.

“Went pretty well for a first day,” Bryce says.

“Shh, sleeping,” Jared mumbles.

“You’re kind of mean when you’re exhausted,” Bryce says, but like, fondly.

“Shh,” Jared repeats. “Sleeping.”

Angry hedgehogs are adorable.

“He wasn’t tired after the bag skate,” Jared says.

Gabe gives him an incredulous look.

“I know,” Jared says.

“Maybe he’s just better at pretending?” Gabe asks.

“He isn’t,” Jared says. “We hate him.”

“We absolutely hate him,” Gabe agrees.

Bryce and Dmitry are giggling about something when they get in.

Jared glares at them and then slowly gets into his gear.

ONE DAY. One day before Bryce makes an enemy in the Canucks locker room. It is his husband.

139. Proving Ground

Jared’s sure plenty of them mocked Bryce when he was the enemy, but they’re pretending butter wouldn’t melt in their mouths now that he’s their guy.

I believe this is legally required of all homers.

They’re a good group of guys. Jared may not hang out with any of them other than Gabe and sometimes Dmitry if he tags along, but that’s not an indictment of his teammates, just personal preference.

Jared hates 99.99% of people, so don’t take it personally.

It isn’t even halfway through preseason before Bryce has a buddy on every line. He sits with Gabe and Jared at meals sometimes, but just as often he’s off talking with his lineys, or laughing with the rowdy group Jared keeps his distance from, sometimes sitting with the vets, talking strategy, is even chatty with the coaching staff.

Look at Bryce Marcus making friends everywhere he goes!! He’s trying, but he’s not desperate, and that makes a big difference. As does the locker room a) not being toxic AF and b) not having particular expectations for him, other than ‘scores lots’, they hope.

Bryce, in lieu of Marksy, which belongs firmly to Gabe, becomes Bullet to the Canucks room. It’s a pretty lazy nickname — alliteration, yeah, Bryce has killer accuracy, a snapshot that comes off his stick before you can blink, skates faster than his size would indicate. Marksman with a bullet, shot like a bullet, fast like a bullet, sure. Accurate. Lazy, though.

Sounds kind of like you like it, Jared.

They need to practice him with his new line in actual game situations, and there’s no better place to see how he’s going to stack up against his former team than against said team, so Jared suspects they’re saving his first appearance against the Flames for the drama of it all.

Coaches do not use ‘the drama of it all’ as a factor for player deployment. Though they should.

Julius plays his ass off that night, a giant pain — Jared’s still going to read Bryce the riot act for cross-checking him that hard, if he injured Julius Jared’s going to be pissed

Cross-checking Jared’s friends is only acceptable after a hat trick minimum.

“I barely tapped him,” Bryce mutters.

Jared pulls his phone out.

“Okay I more than tapped him!” Bryce says, while Jared goes to twitter to find a gif as counter-evidence.

Why would you blatantly lie to Jared and not expect him to immediately pull receipts.

“You wouldn’t cross-check Chaz,” Jared says. So that just leaves Julius and Raf and like, Gabe and Stephen, and Raf’s in the East, Gabe’s his teammate, and Stephen’s a civilian now, albeit one who deserves a whack or two sometimes.

“I might,” Bryce says, but not with any sincerity. He’s too soft for this sport.

Stephen definitely deserves to be cross-checked.

Also you can’t bitch about Bryce cross-checking your friends and then call him soft for not cross-checking one of them, Jared.

The game against the North Stars is also a blowout — they’re getting on their colt legs in the rebuild, and there’s indisputably talent there, but it’s fragile. The Canucks grind that immaturity in their too-young-to-shave faces.

These aren’t our Rookie Detectives — in fact, Roman’s the only one in Minny at this point (not counting Mike). Liam’s in Detroit, Harry and Victor playing NCAA, Val in Russia, Connie in the WHL (he hasn’t even been drafted yet). But soon!

Bryce is still pouty in the morning; he stole the Eeyore cup for maximal glumness and everything.

Love that max glumness for Bryce involves Jared’s cup. What does this mean, Jared? Surely, Jared says, it’s because Eeyore’s on it, not for any other reason.

“Obviously this is so you get your first against the Flames,” Jared says. “Divine retribution and all that.”

“Fuck the Flames,” Bryce says, brightening up.

You had Bryce at ‘divine retribution’.

Hell, Bryce isn’t nervous, humming over breakfast, cheerful in a sort of bloodthirsty way, like he can’t wait to humiliate the Flames.

Divine retribution!!

Warm-ups don’t help. Bryce sticks like glue to the home end, pots shot after shot on Salazar, back firmly to the visitors’ side of the ice, posture tense. Gabe gives Jared a significant look as they’re filing back into the locker room, but Jared can’t exactly go over to Bryce and say what he wants to, do what he wants to, wrap a hand around the nape of Bryce’s clammy neck, press their foreheads together, tell him he has this. Anything that would actually help Bryce would be the sort of obvious that might get picked up on.

Jared is probably right that they wouldn’t be able to make any moral support from Jared look ‘bro’ enough, but also Bryce clearly needs it right now. So cue Gabe’s significant look.

Gabe’s the last one to get to Bryce, gets him in a headlock in the hall, and Bryce is still grumbling about it when he steps onto the ice, fully distracted as he skates over to the blue line. Jared taps Gabe’s knee on the bench, and Gabe taps his right back.

Gabe’s got his back. Both their backs.

The second seems to be more of the same. Halfway through the game they’re still knotted at 0-0, and Jared can count good chances on one hand. For both teams. Combined. At this rate it’s going to be the worst of all worlds — a goalie battle without the show-stopping saves, a physical game without the big hits, a tight fought tight defended cleanly played boring ass game.

Woo, the trap. When you want to win, but you don’t want your fans to enjoy it.

Thankfully the Canucks’ first line makes the executive decision to break the stalemate just as Jared’s wincing and trying to take that thought back, like he’s cursed the team with it

For someone who insists he’s not superstitious, Jared sure thinks about curses a lot.

Bryce gets a secondary assist on a power play goal, the start of a tic-tac-tip, and that’s all they need to win it. Bryce with a point in every goal, Bryce’s goal the game-winner, and he’s absolutely mobbed when they get off the ice, teammates with claps on the back and media impatiently waiting at the doors to mob him themselves, but not before he has to go right back out for first star of the game.

Divine retribution!!! (And a very motivated player.)

He replies to a very kindly worded demand for a celebratory dinner from Elaine when he gets back to their condo, listens to a voicemail from his dad, who enjoyed a Flames loss for the first time in his entire life, judging by the gleeful malice in his voice, is finishing up a surprisingly decent dinner from the meal service they’re trying out when the front door flies open.

It’s good that Jared recognises that Elaine being polite and friendly doesn’t make that any less of a demand. Also — friendship with Flames over, Canucks are Don’s new best friend.

“Jared!” Bryce calls, like he hasn’t seen him in days and can’t wait a minute longer. Jared can hear him taking off his shoes, mostly because they hit the wall with two thuds.

“Jared!” he says again when he sees Jared at the kitchen island. Which is like, visible from the front hall, it’s an open concept place. Jared was right there the whole time.

Jared did you see!!!!

“Shut up,” Bryce says, still very cheerful about it.

“Make me,” Jared says. It’s not a hat trick or anything, but he thinks a three point night deserves something, let alone a three point night against the Flames. That’s like hat trick level spite.

“Do I need to?” Bryce asks. “Or are you going to do it because that goal was hot as fuck?”

Finally Jared can find Bryce’s goals hot without being conflicted about that because it was against his team. Truly big for him.

“Cocky,” Jared says, but it’s not exactly a hardship. Well, a bit of one, because he can’t keep giving Bryce shit if he’s got his dick in his mouth, but Bryce did the Canucks like, a service. This is team building. Offering an incentive for good play. Building positive habits.

What, do YOU want the A, Jared?

Apparently Bryce is coasting on endorphins after a hell of a night — and who could blame him — because he doesn’t actually occupy Jared’s mouth all that long. Jared is not the only one who gets off on Bryce’s goalscoring, apparently.

“Fast as a bullet,” Jared murmurs against his hip, then, “Ow!”, because Bryce, even come dumb, is still completely capable of landing a stinging flick to his ear.

He’s such a shit that Bryce knew that was coming eventually. Bullet was prepared.

#liveblogging the end

[whore4hockeymen]

Lover

~Jack Hughes~

this was such a fun request to work on!! thanks to @jorjie-nhl for the request/idea!!

p.s, sorry to all the T Swift fans out there, she doesn’t exist in this universe :( (you’ll see why)

TW: absolutely none, fluff

word count: 2001

“Is this thing on? Can you guys hear me?” You asked into the phone, smiling as you saw the viewer amount start to rise, “How is everyone doing?” You waited as more people joined, making small talk with the people messaging in the chat. After a few minutes, you decided that it was time to start, “Alright, you guys may be wondering what I’m doing. As you guys may know, it’s my boyfriend’s and I’s four year anniversary in less than a month.”

It was a hard thing to wrap your head around, four years ago, your best friend Jack Hughes asked you out. You were surprised that the both of you lasted this long, with both of you being slightly too egotistical for your own good.

“So I’ve decided that I want to do something for him. I’m going to write him a song, and what better way to do that than live with everyone else?” You grabbed your guitar that was sitting at your bed, “You guys have to promise not to say anything though, I have him and all of his friends blocked from this account.”

You smiled at the various “Yes’s” that spammed through the chat. Three years ago, with encouragement from Jack, you started your journey into becoming an influencer. You grew big on youtube and had a large amount of followers on your social media. Sometimes it was a bit stressful, but you don’t regret anything.

“I’ve done a few covers, but I have never written a song before, so let’s see how it goes,” you said with a grin.

The next few hours were spent strumming around on your guitar and scribbling down lyrics. However, you ended the stream when you heard your boyfriend come home from practice, “Hey baby, I’m home,” he called out.

You quickly closed your notebook with the words before he walked into your room, looking at the guitar in your hands, “Watcha doing?”

You shrugged and set your guitar down, “Just playing around, how was practice?”

He crawled onto the bed with you and wrapped his arms around you, burying his head in the crook of your neck, “Exhausting.”

You laughed and rubbed his back, which was all sweaty, “Go shower and I’ll order us a pizza.”

He grinned and kissed you on the cheek, “This is why I love you.”

“I’m glad you only use me for food!” You called as Jack walked away snickering. You grabbed your phone and quickly ordered pizza from the your guys’ favorite pizza place. After ordering the pizza, you peeked into the notebook on your lap and smiled.

-

3 weeks later

“Alright guys, let’s run it through again,” you said into your phone, proceeding to play the guitar and sing the song that you wrote. Once finished, you looked up at the camera, “Was that good?”

You grinned as a flood of positive comments filled the chat, “I do have one more surprise in store but you guys will have to find that out on Friday during the Devil’s game,” you winked at the camera then ended the livestream.

However, you kept your phone in your hands because you needed to ask a few favors from people. You flopped onto the bed, opening up your group chat with Quinn and Luke, and began typing.

-

Friday

“Are you seriously not coming to the game?” Jack asked, buttoning up his shirt.

You laid in the bed, “I’m sorry baby, I just don’t feel good at all.”

Jack pouted as he turned around to look at you, “But it’s our anniversary!”

You smiled, “I know, and we’ll celebrate it once I feel better.”

“Maybe I’ll just call Nico and tell him I’m sick,” he said, reaching for his phone.

“No!” you exclaimed, “I mean, I know you love playing against the Canucks so you can see your brother, just go to the game, I’ll still be here when you get back.”

Jack looked at you suspiciously, but walked over and gave you a quick kiss on the forehead, “Ok, just text me if you need anything, I love you”

“I will, I love you too,” I said as he started to walk out of the room, “Go kick Quinn’s ass!”

He grinned, “Oh you know I will.” With that, he left the room and you waited a few more minutes until you heard the front door to your apartment close.

You immediately sprung out of bed and over to your dresser, pulling on leggings, boots, and one of Jack’s jerseys. After quickly putting on makeup, you left the house and rode over to Prudential Arena, walking in with the rest of the hockey fans.

Once inside, you made your way up to the announcement booth, flashing a pass that you were given earlier. An older man greeted you when you walked in, “I just wanted to say, what a nice surprise this is,” he said.

You smiled, “Thank you, so you’ll be able to do it?”

“Of course!” the man smiled, “Anything for love, right?”

You laughed and thanked him again before leaving the booth and finding your seat in the arena just in time for warmups. Immediately spotting number 86, you noticed how he seemed to have a permanent scowl on his face. You couldn’t help but feel a bit bad about seeing how sad he was that you “couldn’t” come, but a surprise is a surprise.

The game started and you couldn’t help but lean forwards in your seat the whole time. The score was 3-3, two of which were scored by Jack. The third period had just ended and they were now going into overtime. Your knee bounced up and down as you watched Nico skate with the puck towards the Canucks goal. However, Quinn checked him against the boards and the puck went flying to Elias Pettersson. Jack skated towards him and was able to wrestle the puck away from him, steering it back into the direction of the Canucks goal.

You watched Jack maneuver his way between the Canuck’s players and had a clear breakthrough to the goal. You were pretty sure you were screaming your lungs off by the time. With a quick slapshot, the puck skimmed right over Spencer Martin’s glove and into the goal. You jumped out of your seat, screaming as the alarm went off and hats started flying into the arena.

Jack was absolutely beaming, he was pulled into a hug by Nico, then the rest of his teammates. As a few fans started to filter out of the arena and the hats were being picked up, Jack started to skate towards the bench, but was cut off by the sound of your voice.

You looked up at the jumbotron, your own face showing up on it. It was a video of your live stream from four weeks ago, “Hey Jack, I wrote a little something for you.”

You couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed as you watched yourself pick up the guitar and start strumming the chords to the song.

We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January

And this is our place, we make the rules

Your voice sang out as the screen switched to the slideshow that you put together with the help of Quinn and Jack. A video of you and Jack at Christmas kissing under the mistletoe played.

And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear

Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?

A clip of the two of you when you were seventeen and going to prom plays, Jack spinning you around in your dress. The video was probably taken a couple weeks after you became official, and Jack still looks at you the same way he did back then, with complete admiration.

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home

You're my, my, my, my

Lover

A video of you on Jack’s back played next, it was taken when you guys went to Universal Studios and you started to complain that your feet hurt. Jack had taken off your shoes that were digging into your heels and carried you on your back and held them.

We could let our friends crash in the living room

This is our place, we make the call

And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you

I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

A video from last summer at the lake house played, you and Jack had passed out on the couch together and Luke thought that it would be a funny idea to draw on your faces, of course not realizing he did it with permanent marker. It took two days to wash all of the marker off your face.

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)

You're my, my, my, my

Lover

Another video at the lake house played, this time you were sitting in a tanning chair and Jack looked at the camera, putting a finger to his lips. He then ran at you and picked you up off the chair in his arms, proceeding to run and jump in the pool. You remember him feeling guilty after finding out your phone was in your pocket. (He bought you a new one).

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand?

With every guitar string scar on my hand

A clip of you trying to teach Jack how to play guitar was next. He had the cutest look of concentration on his face, his tongue poking out slightly. You remember him being so happy after playing ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’.

I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

All's well that ends well to end up with you

Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover

And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me

And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover

The next video was during Jack’s twenty-first birthday. He has just blown out the candles and you reached forward and smashed his face into the cake. He retaliated by pulling you close and kissing you, in the process he got cake all over your face.

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)

The next video was of you and Jack when you decided you wanted to paint the wall of your bedroom a different color. You stood on the ladder as Jack pretended to shake it, causing you to scream and accidentally fling paint all over his face. The video didn’t show it, but it ended up turning into a full out paint war.

The screen switched back to you from a week ago, playing the guitar on your livestream.

You're my, my, my, my

Oh, you're my, my, my, my

Darling, you're my, my, my, my

Lover

You smiled at the camera, “I love you Jack Hughes, happy fourth anniversary.”

The jumbotron went dark and you couldn’t bear to look at the rink as applause and awe’s broke out in the crowd. Finally, you looked down and saw Jack with the biggest smile ever scanning the arena for you.

You started running down the steps to the benches, his teammates letting you into the little area. Jack’s eyes lit up as he saw you and skated over. He didn’t bother climbing out of the rink, he immediately just pulled you in for a kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You pulled back and grinned at him, “Happy Anniversary Jack.”

He matched your smile, “Happy Anniversary princess.”

You couldn’t even hear the crowd as he pulled you in for another kiss.

#jack hughes x reader #jack hughes #hockey fluff #hockey players #lover #taylor swift #fluff #cute #request #x reader

[sergeifyodorov]

Hughes brothers for the character ask meme?

im going to be real my first impression of quinn was from noted quinn scholar tanya txstars talking abt him. i dont even know what the first little bit was about because i was like “yeah everyone i follow just has that one guy they’re obsessed with” and then i actually saw photos of quinn and then started to Get It.

jack was the more famous of the three from the getgo. I knew he was a devil but didn’t know which one was jack and which one was nico for a while so there is that

and i’m like 90% sure my first thoughts on luke were THERE’S A THIRD ONE???

IMPRESSION NOW

Quinn: he is my scrungly. More than the generic fact that i find him hot in a wetpathetic roadside cat kind of way and that i am impressed and delighted by his skating and his ice time, I do really genuinely like him. He comes across as somehow both an idiot well-meaning jock and as an honestly intelligent man; maybe he’s just an airhead stoner. He’s the eldest daughter of our dreams. He should absolutely be the next captain of the Canucks. He’s level-headed and stands up for his teammates off the ice (talking openly about how he thinks they mishandled an injury!?) and is just… an ideal man. He’s also definitely got ghosts after him.

Jack: NIGHTMARE CHILD. I probably first started to hear his name from all the xreader writers who wanted to take him to prom, but once you actually start looking at and seeing him beyond the Boy Band Fluff, he’s… kind of a greasy sharp-toothed demon child? I do like him -- quite a good deal, to be honest, but the instant he let sweat slick his hair back and the playoffs knocked a tooth out he immediately became Interesting to me, as opposed to just some mouse.

Luke: Luke’s relative lack of screentime means my impression is a lot less nuanced than the other two: he both terrifies and excites me. Terrifies because the Devils are in my conference so i’ll have to see him three times a year… and excites because Quinn, Ellen, and Jack all say that he’s the best of the three of them. Can you BELIEVE how good that would make him. Quinn’s one of the best offensive defencemen on the planet (and pretty good defensively, despite what you might think!) and still has a few years before his peak, Jack’s a hundred-point forward at 21, and Luke is BETTER THAN BOTH OF THEM. 

FAVOURITE MOMENT

Quinn: the “taking his ESL teammates out to the movies” is endlessly charming to me… even if he picked rather a terrible movie to show to his esl teammates. also pretending to be a really bad driver at petey. Older brother supreme

Jack: either aforementioned tooth loss or any of his comedic falling-overs. Third place goes to snarking to the media… that boy wants nothing to do w any of it. If he was in toronto they’d have ripped him jaw to tailbone

Luke: overtime gwg w jack assist!!!!!!

IDEA FOR STORY

Quinn: what if i told u im partway through a quinnfic as we speak… he is dealing with the horrors surprisingly well all things considered

Jack: i am not of the opinion that he should get like. romcom fluff. he is as of yet not that type of girl. Get his ass to the mobster movie/wizard maze/indiscriminate pwp. Send him to something violent and a little bit horny and way too complicated for his little brain full of titty magazine and bits of lint. Bamboozle him and cover him in blood and let him top badly. many people are saying this

Luke: until such time as we see Character Traits from him (im not a umich girly dont tell me anything you’ve seen from there) i am content to let him remain for now a background character. he’s big and he has jack’s nose and quinn’s eyebags and he’s the baby. That’s enough

UNPOPULAR OPINION

Quinn: i am a quinn will become a leaf eventually truther. not that every born leafsfan will become a leaf at some point in their career but he will. Not because he hates it in vancouver because im pretty sure he doesn’t… just that there’s destinies out there u can’t escape. Im also a quinn will become a devil eventually anti. he’s not going to do that he likes offseason brother time and offseason brother time only

Jack: the beard is a good look on him

Luke: tall people shouldn’t have older siblings it’s wrong

FAV RELATIONSHIP

Quinn: quinnpetey kissa time. petey’s cringe little gay romanticism is now going to lead him away from brock to A Person With A Sustainable Future As a Canuck… quinn is going to let petey infringe on his space and his feelings and his bedsheets. they will hold hands through the horrors (vancouver canuckdom)

Jack: now hear me out i want us to explore whatever freudian attraction he had to pk subban. nico is cool and all but there’s more out here

Luke: not in an incestfic way but i do love his relationships w his brothers… siblings i do not understand them

FAV HEADCANON

Quinn: there was once a canucks raffle, where you could win bags each of the canucks had chosen stuff for… most of it was kind of generic. wine, a trip somewhere nice in the city, sometimes you’d get a sweater or a record or something. quinn chose cast iron pans and a cookbook. he wants to know how to cook well, he drives a reasonable car instead of petey’s fancy sports cars, he gets esl teammates to repeat his meaning back to him so he knows they understand. he’s grounded in a way few hockeys are and this is part character analysis from what we know and part extrapolation but that’s SO fascinating to me. i think he also knows stuff like how to sew on a button and clean an oven and tie a tourniquet.

Jack: could do sweet tricks on the trampoline

Luke: i dont think he’s going to take after either of his brothers in the personality department… he cares too much he’s going to suck up to the media way more when they want him. He’s avoiding that for now by being shy but he very much did puke into that garbage can at the frozen four he CARES

#asks #luke hughes #quinn hughes #jack hughes #i do feel some kinship with luke as i am like. two weeks younger than him not even but so far he's not a major character yet! #he's just a legacy boy we dont have informationnn

[bitchinbarzal]

What happened with the Canucks ?

They scratched Brock Boeser last night then played him. After turning to the media and labelling it as ‘tough love’ and essentially said they were trying to prove a point to him, I assume that point was that he was replaceable.

He played. For what reason, I don’t know. It was hockey fights cancer night, a night really dear to Brock’s heart that I’m sure this was totally unneeded stress - and while yes, you cannot walk on eggshells around someone forever due to his dad’s passing you can have a bit of empathy.

After the game there was immediate press releases and multiple members of the organization announced that any team who wanted him could essentially ‘come get him’ and he was able to talk to teams per them, inciting a trade. This comes right after he signed a 3 year extension and was labeled an ‘asset’ and an ‘integral part of the team’ in the off season.

How this organization has dealt with their issues in the past few months is beyond embarrassing. From the Rachel Doerrie situation, the way they’ve dragged Bo Horvat’s name through the mud - their captain!, blamed the shitty season start on player after player never thinking once to look a little closer to home, they tossed Nils Hollander between teams for so many days I wouldn’t be surprised if he showed up to the wrong facility even I was confused.

The team needs gutted from the inside out. The Vancouver Canucks are a very admirable organization but they’ll soon find themselves in a very hated position if they continue to screw people around like they have.

[starry-hughes]

hey Star! I've got a ton of Mooch worldbuilding-y questions for you if that's okay?

1) Mooch is drafted sixth overall to the Nucks and it's strongly implied she's the first (and only) girl in mens' hockey - is there a reason the Nucks draft her in the first round when she's not on anyone else's radars? or is it your classic Nucks Nucking a pick, plus Hughes Heritage?

2) does Mooch keep in contact with any women's hockey players? I'm thinking she could especially be a mentor to someone like Nela Lopusanova.

3) what number does Mooch wear? is she a forward or defenseman? (sounds like she's not a goalie LOL I can imagine her being bullied into goal as a kid though despite mama Ellen's protests and playing EBUG one night when something happens to Demko and being good at it...)

4) is Mooch an enforcer? by the amount of shit she gets up to it sounds like it. or more like a power forward? does she play top six or bottom six? center, winger?

5) I can imagine Mooch being treated by some assholes in the media as a "gimmick pick" and "gimmick player" and "least talented Hughes who starts fights on the ice because she can't play" and "they only play her because she's a girl" and "if the Canucks can't get into the playoffs at least they can promote a gender equal agenda". I can also imagine every goddamn team in the league shutting that shit down reeeeal quick. The Nucks put out a statement from their players, Jack and Luke round up every single Devil to film a video about it too, other players she knows well also start posting stuff about it...

6) that being said, rat Mooch content is something I think the world DESPERATELY needs.

(also tbh I always thought "mooch" was short for "mutual" the more you know!)

🔥

1. she’s a good player but everyone is just kinda nervous about picking a girl. the hughes aspect definitely plays into the fact that the canucks pick her. in a stacked draft, she’s extremely surprised she was taken so high and was not expecting it at all.

2. mooch tries to be as connected with womens hockey as much as she can. she plays on osu’s team before she plays with the canucks. she wants to mentor the young girls who are coming up in the womens leagues

3. she’s a forward and also wears 86 like jack. it’s funny to have all four hughes in the league and that the defensemen of the siblings share a number and the forwards share one.

4. because she’s with the canucks and one of their faster skaters, she’s more of a net-driving winger and top six. she is the fastest and best skater out of the four siblings.

5. it’s definitely hard for her being in the league with misogyny from not only the league itself but also fans. in my head, she was literally changing in a broom closet until it was brought up that she needs her own space to get ready in. but the canucks definitely post about it and other teams begin to post in support of her. and taken other random players from around the league post as well.

6. she’s definitely a bit of a pest, our little rat. just because she’s literally the shortest person in the league and can just shove herself into small spaces and she also knows her team will go to war for her. she picks fights sometimes but she likes it when people actually treat her as they would anyone else. she definitely gets her shit rocked sometimes but she always gets back up.

(also, moot is the mutuals term!!)

#osu!hughes sister

[seedlessmuffins]

hi k!!! idk if the post abt random asks to get to know someone better expires but, what got u into football AND what got u into hockey??? sports origin stories r always so endearing to me!!!

hi darling!

that post will never expire don't worry i love the asks! they're so much fun to answer. both of my answers are pretty basic though 🤭

edit: this is so so long so im hiding it under the cut, sorry abi 😭

for hockey, it was the canucks 2011 stanley cup run. i'd been around hockey my whole life, all my brothers and my dad play, and hockey culture is canadian culture there's virtually no separation. i'd watched the 2010 olympics as well where canada won gold in vancouver, but i was too young to really process anything about the game, just the emotions after we won. the city was alive, im pretty sure the men's hockey team couldn't walk anywhere without someone buying them a beer. but the canucks 2011 stanley cup run really solidified it for me. the stanley cup (the ucl of hockey) has 4 rounds, each round is a best of 7 series. it lasts a long time. the canucks team at the time was the best it had ever been, with the most skilled players in the nhl. there were so many iconic moments, like the canucks vs blackhawks (their rivals at the time) in the opening round, the aaron rome hit (big, controversial check), and the entire final series against boston. idk how to describe the energy in vancouver, but it was like nothing i'd ever felt before as a kid. everyone had canucks car flags on their cars, and people wore their jerseys to school on game days. i went with my mom and my siblings to a local library to watch game 7 of the finals on a field with so many other people in my jersey and we painted our whole faces. the song the canucks used to skate onto the ice to during that playoffs gives me chills. i watched every game i was allowed to, and i remember having a debate with a teacher at my school (who was a boston fan) about which team was better, and i got so passionate about it i ended up in tears. it made me love the sport, for everything that is, because the city experienced all the joy of getting to the last game, with the cup in the building in vancouver, only to lose on home ice. but we won and lost together as fans! the canucks slogan is "we are all canucks" and i feel that way every time i lovingly hate on the team or watch a game. i am a stats/tactics nerd, but that came later and this is already too long (i can make another post about it if you really want)

for football, this is kind of cliche but the world cup. again, similar to hockey, i had been around football my whole life and i played when i was younger, i also lived close to two retired soccer players who played for team canada and other semi-pro teams in the vancouver area. during the world cup though, everyone at my university was watching, and i was just excited to see the canadian mnt play at a world cup for the first time since 1986. but then i started watching other games, and highlights took over all my social media, and now i am obsessed 🤭 what really sealed the deal for the obsession was the final, i got up early to watch it live and it was honestly the most exciting sports game i had watched in a long time (because the canucks are suffering currently). i had always thought of football as kind of boring because there was less scoring and nobody was allowed to fistfight, but i can admit when i was wrong! and i was very wrong about that. watching leo get crowned world champion >>>> all other feelings idc!

#thank you so much for the ask sorry it was so long omg #bestie asks 🫶 #abi 🪴 #my brother and his football team had a sleepover and watched the final together (it was 7am van time) #and theres a video of all these tough teenage boys crying (and thanking god in croatian) when argentina won #fully obsessed with both sports now though!

[dorianepin]

i really enjoy micah’s work and i also think courtney generally does a great job of running the stars twitter in a way where the chirping is appropriate and relevant and i like that she cares a lot about accessibility and not doing needlessly flashy things so briefly witnessing ... whatever was going down with them and the miro debate was so embarrassing ahsdlfhsh i’m glad she deleted the tweet though. as much as i love the team and truly believe in the mental resilience of our core i don’t understand why stars fans can be so sensitive to the idea that miro might not have had the best game relative to his usual output because none of that undermines the fact that he offers so many other invaluable attributes that benefit the team in countless fashion. sometimes i feel crazy because i want to say things like “everyone on this team is so emotionally dependent on one another” and i don’t know whether it’s truly a compliment or a critique or just an objective observation with no moral value, and then it also doesn’t necessarily feel fair because — it implies that they can’t play for one another and are too enmeshed to experience protracted success in the face of adversity. the thing is i don’t really know what to call the way jake was clearly rattled after seeing miro bleed out 2 feet away from him on a goal against but i also think jake is an elite goaltender not because he’ll be on a shutout bid every night but because he responds to failure so well and consistently, but then when we say response do we mean in a single period, game, over the course of a series? does that distinction matter when the margins get so slim? so in the end none of these evaluations really feel properly summative. i also don’t really believe in “clutch” as a true goaltender intangible because to me it’s the same bs hindsight evaluation as saying “wow he must want that one back” to a bad goal and as easy as it is to isolate big saves as being momentum breakers in a vacuum it rarely holds that well in a prolonged context.

god i need to stop posting but i feel insane about so many things. i was so exhausted by bhawks discourse because i wish people knew how to discuss an organization critically without utilizing someone’s trauma to make sarcastic jokes that in the end offer absolutely zero levity....... it’s not worth getting into but it’s fine. i get that it’s difficult to navigate one’s perception of organizational power dynamics when the “profitable asset” is a 17 y/o kid and that determining where our own expectations of moral responsibility lie is an impossible exercise but as always my online philosophy is that a little sensitivity can go a long way.

it’s easy to angst about the Narratives but i really do think bedard was raised just fine and as much as he has the ingrained confidence crucial to problem-solving elite-player temperament every article ever written about him just drives home over and over again that he’s not cocky in a destructive fashion and doesn’t take success as a given and is only as good as the work he tells himself he has to put in. but he also isn’t meek like mcdavid was in his draft year, but he’s still been interview-trained and understands his role within the media circus, but he wasn’t raised in the whirlwind of the gta minor league scene... i don’t know it’s just a fascinating junction of increased player autonomy and gen z social media scrutiny.

this is such a useless thing to be mad about but i do hate that the hawks have several prospects i like now. from a detached prospective viewpoint of his rookie year performance it’s like well the calder definitely isn’t a sure thing because that roster is DECIMATED and i have no idea what moves they’ll make in the off-season. i keep saying i wouldn’t be surprised if domi went back and i actually do wonder whether the canucks will deal some players to them and then ... whatever idk. but i think i’m just experiencing a disconnect where i don’t believe anyone is truly looking at the personnel the blackhawks have signed and going “well he has to score 40 goals in his rookie season or else he’s a bust!” like is that really a sentiment people will have? really??? maybe they will but perhaps naively i expect a modicum of calibrated rationality.

[qhughes43]

besties <3

#the canucks media knowing what the people want #they all look so good #nils wearing a mask <3 #baby nucks <3 #quinn hughes #elias pettersson #nils höglander #vancouver canucks #if you saw me change the caption for this video like 10 times no you didn’t

[bqstqnbruin]

Would you do 49 with Mat Barzal? - justjosty

Happy blurb weekend!

Tagging: @justjosty (I'm sorry) @besthockeyfics @glassdanse @calgarycanuck @heybarzy @gotpucks @annedub @stlbluesbrat21 @dembenchboys @stars-canucks @beauvibaby

49. Last night your feet were really cold, so I found some of your socks and put them on you.”

Warning: mentions of sex

Word Count: 759

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You had to be at the meeting, even though you had no idea why. You just went where you were told, trying to listen enough so that you could respond when your name was called, but, given the fact that the agenda had nothing to do with your job, you were sure you didn’t have to pay attention. Sitting at the back of the room meant you had a complete view of the rest of the team, the Islanders all paying attention unlike you.

“Y/N?” you hear Trotz say, snapping you out of whatever daze you had fallen into. “Does that sound good?”

“Sorry, could you repeat it?” you ask, feeling the heat rush to your face, not helped by the boys chuckling at your obvious embarrassment, “I want to make sure I get everything down.”

“Next road trip, Sophia can’t come so you’ll be in charge of social media, following the players around and posting on Instagram,” he restates, not looking at you, but at some of the guys instead. “Mat and Tito volunteered to be spotlights if you want them to be.”

“Sounds great,” you say, hating every word that came out of him.

The rest of the meeting is spent with you trying not to have any sort of outburst that Mat, of all people, would volunteer for this.

As soon as the meeting was over, you pull him aside, away from where anyone could see you.

“Are you joking?” you hiss, clearly mad at him despite him seemingly not getting the message as he wraps his arms around your waist.

One of the biggest rules about working for the Isles was no dating the players, so you and Mat said whatever it was you were doing wasn’t dating. It totally was based on what the definition of dating was, but you weren’t calling it that.

“I haven’t made a joke in,” he stops, pretending to think, “Maybe an hour? Oh, wait, I just did,” he says, dipping down to kiss you.

You push him off, still unsure how Mat was this dense that he couldn’t tell now was not the time. Either that, or he just didn’t care. “Mat, what were you thinking, volunteering for me to follow you around while we’re on the road?”

“I was thinking you would already be in my room anyway so why not also get some snaps for private use?” he says, trying to act innocent. “Oh, come on, what’s the worst that could happen?”

“I am not going to be in your room with you alone,” you tell him, still not giving in as he grips your waist tighter.

“But think about how well I treat you: I know exactly what to do that to make you scream my name, I know every curve, dimple, scar, and mark on your body to the point where I could draw you from memory, and I know for a fact that if I started kissing you right where your jaw meets your ear you would melt into my arms and there would be no turning back for you,” he says, gently tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on the exact spot he was talking about. “Imagine that in a luxurious hotel room, where you’re given the opportunity to have it on film and get paid for it.”

“See, there, that just ruined it,” you tell him, pushing him off you. “Mathew, I cannot use social media privileges to make a sex tape with you on the road!”

“Fine,” he huffs, rolling his eyes, “But at least spend one night with me. Just you and me, lying next to each other. Come on, I even do you well then,” he pleads, his arms back on your waist. “Last night your feet got cold so I put some socks on you while you were sleeping.”

“You know, I didn’t remember putting those on, so that makes a lot of sense,” you tell him, Mat letting out a laugh. You finally give in, draping your arms around his shoulders. “Maybe. But you have to get going, you have to be on the ice in, like, five minutes.”

“Yeah, but, one more thing,” he tells you, kissing you one last time before the two of you had to go back to just being work acquaintances for the time being.

“Mat? Y/N?” you hear someone say, Mat practically launching you off him. The two of you saw Tito standing there, confused as to what he just saw.

“Fuck.”

#mat barzal #mat barzal imagines #blurb weekend 521 #new york islanders #new york islanders imagines

[youcouldmakealife]

SOTW: Bryce/Jared, various; omission

For the prompt: What does that article about Jared and Bryce actually say?

When pictures of Bryce Marcus and Erin Matheson surfaced on social media, people were assuming the worst. Bryce Marcus, 25, of the Calgary Flames, is wearing a wedding ring. Erin Matheson, 18, the younger sister of Jared Matheson of the Vancouver Canucks, is not.

The pictures weren’t what they looked like.

“It was crazy getting a call from my mom like ‘twitter’s all saying Bryce is cheating on his wife with you’,” Erin Matheson says, with a slightly incredulous laugh. “I was sleeping and I got that call and I was like ‘wait what?’.”

“Bryce is basically my big brother,” Erin says. “And no offence to Jared, but he’s totally my favourite big brother. I graduated high school and Bryce wanted to do something special to celebrate that so we did a little staycation thing. I think it’s kind of weird that everyone just assumed things. He’s family to us.”

Bryce Marcus and Jared Matheson met at a summer development camp for elite Western Canadian prospects in 2015. Marcus was an associate coach, Jared a camper. By the end of the month, they were inseparable.

“They said he was a coach but he mostly just stood around,” Jared says. “Totally slacking as a coach.”

“Jared didn’t listen to anything I told him,” Bryce counters. “He was totally uncoachable. He listens to my advice now though.”

“He has pretty good advice,” Jared admits. “I definitely listen now. He knows the game inside and out.”

“They instantly clicked,” says Rafael Sanchez of the Washington Capitals, who was also a prospect at that camp, and trains with Matheson in Calgary during the offseason. “They’re really different personalities but they complement one another.”

Chaz Rossi, former linemate of Matheson’s on the Calgary Hitmen and current teammate of Marcus’ on the Calgary Flames, also trains with Sanchez and Matheson during the offseason. He disagrees with Sanchez about how different Matheson and Marcus are.

“They’re actually really similar in a lot of ways. They’re really quiet until you get to know them, pretty introverted people, and they’re two of the best hockey IQs I’ve ever met. Really smart guys. I’m not surprised that things clicked when they met one another. People really underestimate Bryce in a lot of ways, which is frustrating to watch. I can’t imagine how frustrating it must be to deal with every day.”

Rossi is also frustrated with press coverage of Marcus, and unsurprised people assumed Marcus was dating Erin Matheson, who he describes as a ‘cool kid’. “My girlfriend Ashley and I hang out with Bryce a lot,” Rossi says. “We’re tight. So of course everyone was saying that she was Bryce’s secret wife or something. I think it’s really messed up that people think because Bryce plays hockey for a living that he doesn’t get to have privacy. Ash and Bryce were able to brush it off, but it’s messed up.”

<image, selfie of Ashley and Bryce, taken by Ashley Guerin>

<image, Bryce, Jared, Chaz, Raf, and Grace at a restaurant table, taken by Ashley Guerin>

<image, Bryce and Jared and Chaz playing video games, taken by Ashley Guerin>

“We’re all really close during the offseason,” Rossi says. “Bryce doesn’t train with us but he hangs out with our training group and all that. That’s basically our Calgary crew. Whatever happens during the season, we all end up back in the same place, and during the season we’ve got a group chat and everything. And Don and Susan <Matheson> are really welcoming to us too. Basically a Calgary family or something.”

Don Matheson agrees with Rossi that they’re a family.

“Bryce is pretty much a second son to me and Susan,” Don Matheson says. “So at least I have one Flame in the family.”

Jared Matheson groans when he’s told what his father said. “My dad’s been a Flames fan his whole life. It was a little tough when I got drafted by the Oilers. He has Bryce to cheer for, at least. He says he cheers for me when the Canucks play the Flames but I’m not so sure. Depends on the standings, probably.”

The Mathesons, who live in Calgary, almost instantly adopted Bryce into the family, and soon that included his mother, Elaine Marcus. The Mathesons attended Bryce’s wedding, and the two families even share Christmas together.

<image, Elaine and Erin wearing formal attire at an outdoor event>

<image, Bryce and Erin with presents in their laps>

<image, Elaine and Susan with wine glasses, mid-conversation>

“It’s really a comfort knowing Bryce has had a family in Calgary,” Elaine Marcus says. “I feel better knowing that. Bryce lost his dad when he was young, and I think it’s important that he has Don in his life.”

And the hospitality goes both ways — when Jared was traded to the Vancouver Canucks, Elaine was happy to offer him a place to stay.

“Elaine’s amazing,” Jared Matheson says. “One of the nicest people you’ll ever meet. She would even drive me into practice some days, it was like having a mom in Vancouver. It was a big comfort when I was adjusting.”

“He was the perfect house guest,” Elaine says. “He cooks and cleans, unlike someone I won’t name. He was a pleasure to have.”

“It was a relief knowing that Jared was staying with Elaine,” Don Matheson says. “Jared’s really self-sufficient but he’s still young, and you never stop worrying about your kids. But knowing he was with Elaine, I wasn’t worried.”

<picture of Bryce and Jared looking serious mid-conversation, taken by Ashley Guerin>

<picture of Bryce and Chaz on one side of centre ice, in discussion with Jared on the other side of centre ice, courtesy of Getty Images>

We caught up with Matheson and Marcus when the Flames came to Vancouver. They’ve just finished lunch with Bryce’s mother, and managed to find the time to squeeze in a quick interview before they separated for their respective pregames.

“He’s my best friend,” Marcus says, with the earnest seriousness his friends and family all remarked upon. “Some people you just know are supposed to be in your life.”

“I don’t know about best,” Matheson says with a straight face, indulging one of the favourite pastimes of siblings and hockey players alike. “I have a lot of friends.”

“Jared,” Marcus says, in the complaining voice of all siblings facing a chirp.

Matheson grins now that he’s scored his hit.

“He’s my best friend too,” Matheson says.

How is it, being so close to a player on a rival team?

“We put it aside,” Matheson says. “Obviously when it’s game time we both do our best to win, but whatever happens — it’s hockey. You don’t let it define you at the end of the day. Some things are more important.”

“Totally agree,” Marcus says.

Would it be the same if they were to face off in the playoffs this year?

“Absolutely,” Marcus says.

Matheson laughs and disagrees. “All bets are off.”

-Danielle Weber, NHL.com

#SOTW #jared matheson #bryce marcus #elaine marcus #chaz rossi #don matheson #erin matheson #raf sanchez #ashley guerin

[bitchinbarzal]

hi luna. as someone who follows both you and the other account,i just want to say the whole thing is shitty.

i’m not saying you did anything truly wrong but she never once name dropped but you name dropped her.

now on her side, she never ever should have said that you weren’t a girls girl and didn’t want women in sports seeing as you are in sports and you seem to be amazing at it and i love that and i look up to that as someone who wants to be in sports not necessarily on the media side as i would like to be on the medical side.

none of this weekend should have happened and it was completely shitty

regardless of my name being dropped or not; everyone knew who it was about. I would never have seen it should people not have pointed it out to me that I was being talked about. Yes I name dropped her, because I reblogged her post to reply to her. I also didn’t name drop her to slag her off, I reblogged her post and to be fair I don’t think I was rude in my reply and was genuinely looking to have a conversation about what was said about me.

it doesn’t matter if she knew it was me or not, to say that about anyone? horrible. if it was someone random who didn’t have followers it still doesn’t make anything that was said ok.

she replied to someone who said they had to unfollow me because I blocked the canucks account she replied I was insane which in itself is hypocritical because how is that anon allowed to unfollow me because they don’t want to consume my content but I’m not allowed to block the canucks so their content doesn’t come up on my FYP because I don’t want to consume it?

then when someone said it wasn’t nice to call me insane she called me immature & crazy. Then proceeded to break down my character by insinuating I wasn’t a “girls girl” which I take as I don’t care about other women and how I don’t support women in sports when all I do is support women in sports. I don’t think I was rude or mean when I replied saying how I didn’t appreciate what was said and to this very moment have still yet to be acknowledged.

You don’t all get to have a jolly and talk about me then stand behind “we didn’t say your name” I don’t give a toss if you said my name or not the substance of the conversation still stands, it was about me! How would you like if people who don’t know you started looking at you in public, talking about you, but they don’t know your name and they never said it so you’re not allowed to be annoyed. Is that ok?

All I’ve done since Saturday is get messages like this blaming me for defending my character. I have anon’s who have said some horrible stuff about her, horrible things but I haven’t posted them because why would I do that? I don’t intend to hurt her, that’s not who I am as a person to attack her. those anons of mine also don’t name her, should I be allowed to post them then? because that’s what you’re saying right? That as long as we don’t name people we’re free to insinuate whatever we like about people?

this isn’t drama. this is my life, this is my character. you don’t all get to tell me how to feel and when I’m upset about it tell me that I’m just as bad as her because I never once called her names the way she and her anon’s did. she is not solely to blame, she didn’t just start posting this because she doesn’t like me or something, he followers sent these in.

[winnipegpatty]

hockey is still not for everyone

putting this under a cut cus it’s going to be long.

the latest news from the HDA, basically confirming what we already knew, that the NHL will not be signing their pledge that they asked them to back in, i think, June. the HDA will continue to work separately from the NHL.

so, this really fucking sucks, honestly. it’s not surprising in the least bit, but i’m still not ready to just give up.

first off. here’ a reminder of the HDA’s Pledge, and here’s where you can buy their merch (they now have Ally merch as well which is cool), and here’s where you can make direct donations if you’d like. 

that being said, i’d like to take a moment to look at the NHL’s own initiative “hockey is for everyone” so here’s what hockey is for everyone is SUPPOSED to do:

“Across the league throughout the year, the NHL and NHLPA work to provide the sport in a positive environment for players, families and fans of every race, colour, religion, national origin, gender, age, sexual orientation, socio-economic status and for those with disabilities.”

Each NHL team has a hockey is for everyone ambassador who “All have pledged to be leaders in the locker room and in the community” Well, I think it’s pretty clear most, if not all of these ambassadors aren’t doing shit. So who are they? It’s probably important we know, at least I think it is. These are the guys in EACH team who have specifically said they’re going to set a standard, so they should be held accountable for that standard.

Anaheim Ducks - John Gibson

Arizona Coyotes - Oliver Ekman Larsson (may likely be traded)

Boston Bruins - Brad Marchand

Buffalo Sabres - Brandon Montour

Calgary Flames - Austin Czarnik

Carolina Hurricanes - Trevor van Riemsdyk

Chicago Blackhawks - Connor Murphy

Colorado Avalanche - Colin Wilson (this guy is barely even on the team)

Columbus Blue Jackets - Seth Jones

Dallas Stars - John Klingberg

Detroit Red Wings - Justin Abdelkader

Edmonton Oilers - Jujhar Khaira

Florida Panthers - Frank Vatrano

Los Angeles Kings - Tyler Toffoli

Minnesota Wild - Currently no one

Montreal Canadiens - Max Domi (welp, not anymore lol)

Nashville Predators - Currently no one

New Jersey Devils - Currently no one

NY Islanders - Matt Martin

NY Rangers - Mika Zibanejad

Ottawa Senators - Mark Borowiecki

Philadelphia Flyers - Scott Laughton/Travis Konecny (unclear who is current)

Pittsburgh Penguins - Matt Murray (rip, not anymore) 

San Jose Sharks - Evander Kane

St. Louis Blues - Ryan O'Reilly

Tampa Bay Lightning - Mathieu Joseph 

Toronto Maple Leafs - Zach Hyman

Vancouver Canucks - Alex Edler

Vegas Golden Knights - Brayden McNabb

Washington Capitals - Braden Holtby

Winnipeg Jets - Nikolaj Ehlers

Let’s note a couple things:

1. 5 of 31 teams don’t even have a representative (two because of trades, but three didn’t have one during last season)

2. Some of these guys (Seth Jones and Max Domi and Brad Marchand for instance) are terrible humans that clearly don’t uphold this standard anywhere, much less in the locker room or on the ice

3. Evander Kane, while a cofound of HDA himself, is also a terrible human who have harassed women and actively hate women of color. 

4. Many of these guys were inside of the bubble, yet still had to be prompted by people like Ryan Reeves to act to strike games for two days. 

What’s the point of pointing all this out? Really, just to show you how much of a joke this “hockey is for everyone” initiative is. It’s clearly not something the NHL takes seriously, or something most of these guys take seriously. Pride nights are cool, and support of pride or of POC players is all fine and dandy if they’re actually backed up with actions, and as we clearly see both through their empty performative allyship within the bubble and in their lack of support of the HDA pledge, there are no actions to back up this initiative. None that are going to radically change the racism that is built within this sport at least. 

Unfortunately, I was unable to find a way to directly contact local teams (like through email or something) so if you know of a way to do so, please let me know. Ultimately the only way the NHL is going to change anything is by hearing it from the fans. We are a minority of people here on hockeyblr that want to see a difference happen, and it’s sad but it’s true. The only way we’re going to see change is if we’re heard. 

While I DO NOT advocate you going and harassing the above players, I linked their twitter profiles (if available AND if they are active) so that you could KINDLY express support of the HDA Pledge and ask that, as the Hockey Is For Everyone Ambassador of their team, they’d begin to put pressure on the NHL to accept and implement this pledge. It’s really the only way I see something change, is if players within the league start pressing for it to happen. ESPECIALLY if you are a white player, PLEASE reach out. If you have a local team, try and call them or email them, or reach out via social medias of the team as well. 

MAKE. THEM. HEAR. YOU.

#hockey diversity alliance #hockey is for everyone #nhl #resources