#NHL be better challenge

[karlkapri]

― Voting as Fire Extinguisher, Kyle Tran Myhre

Hockey Poetry Post 48/?

(Photo credit: Dave Sandford, Chase Agnello-Dean, link, Chris Sweda, Debora Robinson, Bill Smith, Jeff Haynes, Chase Agnello-Dean, Jeff Vinnick, link)

[blusical]

just watched thg's video on fans accusing florida of purposefully throwing the game, and i'm reminded of how much of a plague these theories are.

[nylwnder]

okay imma be honest i havent been this excited for the all stars like ever LMAO

[whatever-dude]

This game is fucked, I am very much over it

[goatisbetheres]

The Penguins, Boston Bruins, Carolina Hurricanes, and Washington Capitals have already started the process of implementing optional neck protection for players, a Penguins and league source told The Athletic. The collective aim is to stock up on multiple available forms of equipment for players, at their choosing, to test during practices.

The sooner the better, several Penguins players said on Tuesday.

“Not wait until training camp,” Evgeni Malkinsaid. “Do it now. Maybe players will like, maybe not. Our choice, you know?

“But, yes, wear in practice, see what feels good. Maybe not same thing like big pad for neck. But if shirt or cover like for socks and wrists, let’s try. Not wait.”

The death of Johnson, who died after his neck was cut by a skate blade during a collision in an English league game on Saturday, sparked Penguins general manager Kyle Dubas and coach Mike Sullivan to discuss the pros and cons of bringing neck protection gear into the club’s equipment mix. Advised by members of the equipment staff on details to consider — not only comfort but also how the protective element would look on players — Dubas reached out to the league and suggested head equipment manager Jon Taglianetti inquire with manufacturers.

Currently, manufacturers offer neck guards and base layer tops that prevent or lessen the severity of cuts.

“We’re in the process right now of trying to talk to our players about some protective equipment in those vulnerable areas,” Sullivan said. He added the Penguins’ minor-league affiliates, the Wilkes-Barre/Scranton Penguins (AHL) and Wheeling Nailers (ECHL), are now required to wear a form of neck and wrist guards.

The Penguins — because Johnson was once one of their own — want to set an example that could eventually lead to neck protection becoming mandatory in the NHL. However, that would require the league and its Players’ Association to reach an agreement, which is unlikely this season.

Even procuring options for players with which to experiment sooner than later comes with challenges. Specifically, a Penguins source said, the club is having “a hard time getting stuff” because of high demand in the wake of Johnson’s death.

“Of course, we’re talking about it now,” Kris Letang said. “But there’s a reason why kids are wearing it, you know?

“There’s always going to be accidents. But if you can minimize the risk and if they can find something that’s going to be comfortable for the guys to play with, it should be an experiment.

“I don’t know how it’s going to play out. But I’d probably try something.”

Like Pettersson, Letang sat at his locker on Tuesday and found it impossible not to think about Johnson while discussing the neck protection topic. He’s proud his organization, the only one he’s known over 18 NHL seasons, is attempting to lead by example.

“But it shouldn’t just be the Penguins,” he said. “Everybody should (be) trying something.

“We all know what happened (to Johnson). We should try to prevent something like that from happening again if it can be done.”

this is so important

also this tweet

[intheupside]

Crosby has privately and publicly said on many occasions — most recently for this article from The Athletic — that he intends to finish where he started in the NHL. Fenway Sports Group, which owns the Penguins, views making Crosby a Forever Penguin as its top priority.

If an extension isn’t announced on July 1, it’ll only be because Crosby might still be shrugging off another disappointing season by vacationing in Europe.

If he signs for three seasons, Crosby will play through the ends of current contracts belonging to Evgeni Malkin and Kris Letang— the two teammates with whom he is closest, not to mention the ones he pushed for the team to re-sign a couple of years ago.

The point is that Crosby isn’t going anywhere else to play NHL games.

If that upsets pot-stirrers who have gone out of their way to push this “Crosby deserves better” than what the Penguins have become — oh well. It might be tough for some people to accept, but they don’t get to decide what’s best for Crosby.

The Penguins are best for Crosby. Full stop.

I’m old enough to have been there when Lemieux didn’t even make it halfway through his 17th season with the Penguins. It was Crosby’s rookie season. Granted, Lemieux was four years older than Crosby is now. Still, he recognized then — as did former Penguins coach Michel Therrien — that Crosby, even at 18, was ready to lead the franchise on and off the ice.

Crosby is still the only guy for that job.

Before Crosby, the Penguins’ brand was built around star power, flashy scorers and high-end skill players. All those aspects remain, but Crosby infused the franchise with a blue-collar sensibility that Pittsburgh fans crave from their teams — even if several generations have passed since the city was a gritty, lunch pail, steel town.

The way Crosby plays changed what it meant to be a Penguin. His skill was obvious, but he hardly relied on God-given gifts. He worked his massive posterior off to win every puck battle, set up each or score each goal, and lift the Cup three times.

Doing that work — setting an example that the best and most popular player is also the hardest working and concerned with the team above the individual — made Crosby an icon. He’s still doing that work, even without a chance for his team to compete at the highest level.

As a student of history, but also someone who is studious when it comes to the franchise he’s shepherded for almost two full decades, Crosby is wise enough to know the chance — even if slight — to shape the next great Penguins team is more interesting than chasing a fourth title somewhere else, even if that somewhere is in Denver with his pal MacKinnon.

It won’t be easy. It might not happen.

But since when is Sidney Crosby not up for a challenge?

from the athletic

[estapa-edwards]

Jack Hughes x reader she's being a brat and being pissy👀

PISSY - J.HUGHES

paring: Jack Hughes x reader

word count: 1.4k

requested? yes

warnings: use of y/n.

*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·..·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·..·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·..·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·..·:*¨¨*

Jack Hughes, the rising star of the NHL, is used to facing challenges on the ice. However, tonight's challenge was different. As he walked through the door of his apartment, he was greeted not by the cheering of fans or the camaraderie of his teammates, but by the piercing silence and palpable tension of his girlfriend, Y/N.

Y/N sat on the couch, her arms crossed, glaring at the TV. She didn't even bother to look up when Jack entered. He could sense the storm brewing just by her body language. He let out a soft sigh, dropped his bag by the door, and made his way over to her.

"Hey, babe," he said gently, leaning down to give her a kiss on the cheek.

She turned her head away, avoiding his kiss. "Don't 'hey, babe' me," she snapped.

Jack raised an eyebrow, taken aback by her tone. "What's wrong?" he asked, genuinely confused.

Y/N finally turned her head to look at him, her eyes blazing with frustration. "You really don't know, do you?" she asked incredulously.

Jack's mind raced, trying to figure out what he might have done wrong. He had been so busy with practices and games lately that he barely had time to think about anything else. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I've been really swamped with hockey. Did I miss something important?"

She rolled her eyes, clearly not satisfied with his response. "You missed everything important, Jack! You missed our anniversary dinner last night. You missed the plans we made for today. You missed being present in this relationship!"

Jack's heart sank. He had completely forgotten about their anniversary. "Y/N, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to forget. It's just been so hectic with the season starting. Can we please talk about this?"

Y/N stood up, shaking her head. "Talk about what, Jack? How you always put hockey first? How I'm always second in your life? I'm tired of feeling like I'm not important to you."

Jack reached out to her, but she stepped back, avoiding his touch. "Y/N, that's not true. You mean everything to me. I know I've been absent, and I promise I'll make it up to you. Please, just give me a chance."

She sighed, her anger starting to wane, replaced by sadness. "It's not just about making it up, Jack. It's about consistency. I need to know that you care, not just when it's convenient for you."

Jack felt a pang of guilt. He knew she was right. He had been so consumed by his career that he had neglected their relationship. "You're right, Y/N. I've been a terrible boyfriend, and I'm sorry. I want to do better. I will do better."

Y/N looked into his eyes, searching for sincerity. She saw the remorse in his eyes and felt a glimmer of hope. "You promise?"

"I promise," he said earnestly, taking her hands in his. "Let's start over. How about we go out for dinner tonight? Just the two of us. No hockey, no distractions. Just us."

She gave him a small smile, nodding. "Okay, Jack. Let's try again."

--- --- --- 

The restaurant was dimly lit, creating an intimate atmosphere perfect for their date. Jack had made sure to pick a place that was private enough for them to enjoy their time without being interrupted by fans or paparazzi. He held Y/N's hand as they were led to their table, determined to make this night special.

As they sat down, Jack couldn't help but notice the tension still lingering in Y/N's posture. He decided to address it head-on. "Y/N, I want tonight to be about us, but I also want to understand how you're feeling. I know I haven't been there for you, and I want to know what I can do to make it right."

Y/N appreciated his effort, but she wasn't going to let him off the hook that easily. "Jack, I need you to understand that it's not just about one missed dinner. It's about feeling like I'm always competing with your career for your attention. I support your dreams, but I need to feel like I'm a part of your life too."

Jack nodded, taking in her words. "I get that. And I know I need to find a better balance. Maybe we can set aside specific days or times where it's just about us, no matter what."

Y/N looked thoughtful, considering his suggestion. "That could work. But it's not just about the time, Jack. It's about the effort. I need to feel like you want to be with me, not just because you have to."

Jack reached across the table, taking her hand in his. "I do want to be with you, Y/N. More than anything. I know actions speak louder than words, and I promise I'll show you how much you mean to me."

She squeezed his hand, feeling a bit more reassured. "Okay. But if you break this promise, Jack, I don't know if I can keep doing this."

"I won't break it," he said firmly. "I swear."

The rest of the dinner went smoothly, with Jack and Y/N talking and laughing, slowly reconnecting. By the end of the night, the tension had melted away, replaced by a renewed sense of hope for their relationship.

--- --- --- 

In the following weeks, Jack made a conscious effort to keep his promise. He scheduled regular date nights, made sure to check in with Y/N throughout the day, and even surprised her with little gestures to show his appreciation. It wasn't always easy balancing his demanding career with his relationship, but he was determined to make it work.

Y/N noticed the change and felt herself starting to trust Jack again. She saw how hard he was trying and appreciated his efforts. However, she still had moments where she felt insecure and needed reassurance.

One evening, after a particularly tough game, Jack came home exhausted. He found Y/N sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone. He collapsed next to her, resting his head on her shoulder.

"Long day?" she asked, running her fingers through his hair.

"Yeah," he sighed. "But it's better now that I'm home with you."

She smiled, but a hint of her earlier frustration resurfaced. "You know, sometimes I feel like I'm competing with your fans too. It's hard to see you surrounded by people who adore you when I feel like I'm struggling to get your attention."

Jack lifted his head, looking into her eyes. "Y/N, you don't have to compete with anyone. My fans are great, but they don't hold a candle to you. You're the one I come home to, the one I want to share my life with. You're my priority."

Her eyes softened, and she leaned in to kiss him. "I just need to hear that sometimes. Thank you, Jack."

He smiled, wrapping his arms around her. "I'll remind you as often as you need. I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Jack," she whispered, feeling more secure in their relationship than she had in a long time.

--- --- --- 

As time went on, Jack and Y/N continued to work on their relationship. They faced challenges, but they also experienced moments of joy and growth together. Jack learned to balance his career and personal life better, and Y/N learned to trust in his commitment to her.

One night, as they were cuddled up on the couch watching a movie, Y/N turned to Jack with a mischievous grin. "You know, you've been doing pretty well at keeping your promises. But there's still one thing I need."

Jack looked at her, curious. "What's that?"

She leaned in close, her voice teasing. "I need you to make me feel special right now. Show me how much you care."

Jack's eyes sparkled with affection and a hint of playful challenge. "Oh, is that so? Well, I think I can manage that."

He scooped her up in his arms, making her squeal with delight. "Jack! Put me down!"

He carried her to their bedroom, setting her down gently on the bed. "Not a chance. Tonight, it's all about you."

Y/N giggled, her heart swelling with love for the man who had shown her how much he cared. As Jack leaned in to kiss her, she knew that they had overcome their struggles and come out stronger on the other side.

[sweetiepoison]

Famous Baby Social Media Blurb

Spooky Season Recap

Originally Auston suggested you go as yourselves to the team Halloween party.

All it took was one girl wearing a look similar to one of your concert outfits with a mic and her boyfriend in a leafs jersey for it to become a trend this Halloween.

You automatically shut the idea down.

And instead you show up as Linguini (Auston) and Remy (you) from ratatouille.

Which is iconic bc a week before a popular hockey blog said you’re controlling everything Auston does.

You and Auston agreed at the beginning of the night you would have a few drinks and that’s it.

You both were delusional because you end up being the drunkest.

You blame it on Auston because he kept challenging everyone to beer pong.

He blames it on you because “If you were better at throwing, we wouldn’t have drank so much.”

You end the night on the kitchen floor, giggling as you eat candy and make fun of each other for how drunk the other is.

The next night which is actually Halloween was supposed to be spent curled up on the couch watching movies, but John and Aryn want to take the kids trick or treating so they ask you to house sit and hand out candy while they’re out.

You happily agree, excited for the excuse to wear another costume.

You let Auston choose and he decided to be Carl, you got to be Russel and Felix was Doug.

You and Auston sit on the front porch, felix in between you, handing out candy.

Lots of families ask for pictures and autographs. Your favorite costumes were the kids that were dressed up as you.

They may or may not have screamed, cried, and one kid even threw up from excitement.

(y/f/n) (y/l/n) and Auston Matthews Relationship Under Fire

The larger-than-life relationship between Toronto Maple Leafs Captain, Auston Matthews and musician (y/f/n) (y/l/n) has been all the talk in mainstream media and sports discourse alike. However, many fans are upset with recent comments made by NHL commentator, Mark Rosario and have claimed that the conversation has gone too far.

The Penalty Box, is a panel of five NHL commentators on ESPN. The panel usually discusses the latest games and the players that make it possible. However, the discussion on Sunday evenings segment took a turn.

Mark Rosario, one of five hosts didn’t hold back when sharing his thoughts about the Toronto Maple Leafs season thus far. Rosario began the discussion by questioning the legitimacy of Auston’s captaincy of the Leafs, saying, “It’s easy to be named captain when your girlfriend is the biggest celebrity in the world and your team is profiting off of it.” Since going public with their relationship, in person attendance at Leafs games has doubled while viewers at home has almost tripled. While the team was already popular, many attribute the new widespread interests to (y/l/n).

“Regardless of what team you support, her attachment to the NHL has brought on millions of new viewers who would’ve never been interested otherwise. She’s made the sport more popular than ever and we should all be capitalizing on that.” Russel Brewer, another host spoke up. Rosario, however, didn’t waver, “I disagree, I think her presence will not only be detrimental to the Leafs organization, but to Auston Matthews, specifically. No other team will take them seriously and they sure as hell won’t take him seriously as a captain.” Rosario shrugs continuing, “Ya know that kids movie with the rat that can cook and he’s controlling the guy by pulling his hair, that’s how I view (y/f/n) (y/l/n) and Auston Matthews relationship.”

While, Rosario has yet to issue an apology, it’s safe to say his commentary had no influence on Leafs fans as they continued to show up and show out.

@yourusername: 🐭 & 👨‍🍳

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Fan#1: this is iconic!

Fan#2: Y’all won fr

Mitchmarner: PARENTS

->Fan#3: Mommy? I mean, Daddy? I mean

->Fan#4: I want both of them

Fan#5: Just fell to my knees 😮‍💨

->@yourbff#1: Me too

Fan#6: she’s an icon, she’s a legend, she’s a star and she is the moment

Fan#5: Yo I would be so embarrassed if I was Mark Rosario

->Fan#6: He can go ahead and hand in that resignation letter now

@Mapleleafs: That’s our captain!

Fan#7: You ate with this one queen

Fan#8: She is THAT girl

->Fan#9: And they are THAT couple

->Fan#10: At least Rosario got that much right

Fan#11: @NHL, you better be compensating our girl, she’s giving y’all so much content

->Fan#12: LITERALLY! she’s got the girls fighting on national tv

->Fan#13: lmfao, imagine being so powerful you’ve got grown men talking about you

Fan#14: my favorite thing is you know after the show, Mark Rosario got in his car to drive home and had to listen to her on the radio

->Fan#15: Bruh, I know he was pissed flipping through those stations hearing her on all of them

->Fan#16: honestly I would’ve crashed out if I was him

@Austonmatthews: pls control me

->@Yourusername: since you asked so nicely…

->Fan#17: I just know they are freaky

->Fan#18: why am I blushing?! 🤭

->Fan#19: I feel like we’re interrupting

->@Williamnylander: me next 🙋

->@Yourusername: A dream come true 😉

->@Yourbff#2: THIS ^^^ is diabolical

->@Yourbff#1: You know this comment section is public right?

->@Austonmatthews: gtfo 😤

->@Mitchmarner: Can I be after Willy?

->@Yourusername: As long as you bring Steph

->@Mitchmarner: Done.

Fan#20: We’re about to have a swinger scandal

->@Fan#21: The Secret Lives of NHL Wives

[epicbuddieficrecs]

Weekly Recap | December 25th-31st 2023

Happy New Year everyone! May 2024 be better than 2023, and may season 7 be good to us!!!

Complete

Battle Born by allisonRW96/ @homerforsure (NHL AU, Established Buddie | 11K | Teen): Buck comes down with appendicitis during the playoffs. He decides to play through it.

🔥 through tooth and claw (to where you are) by allisonRW96/ @homerforsure (Post-S6, Hurt Buck, Getting Together | 18K | Teen): With a reverent hush, Christopher said, “Whoa, it’s so close.” And it was almost as though Buck needed to have that obvious fact pointed out to him before the vague dread of animal instinct that had been pooling in his stomach could solidify into a real, actionable fear. It’s so close. Something’s wrong. AKA: The Rabid Coyote fic

we’ve got something permanent (i mean in the way we care) by callmenewbie/ @callmenewbie (PWP, Breeding Kink | 7K | Explicit): Buck has baby fever and it’s Eddie’s job to give him what he wants. Kind of.

Here Where We Should Be (Kiss Me, It’s Christmas) by allisonRW96/ @homerforsure (Christmas, Getting Together | 5K | General): It’s Christmas and Eddie decides he can’t possibly wait any longer to start kissing Buck.

well, I hate to be a bother, but it's you and there's no other by allisonRW96 / @homerforsure (Getting Together | 3K | Mature): Eddie starts dating again and learns a few things about himself. The most surprising one? He's actually ready this time. Now he just needs to get Buck on board.

in a little while (you will find some relief then) by allisonRW96 / @homerforsure (Hurt Buck | 10K | Teen): Buck gets a severe case of poison oak. He handles it about as well as you'd expect.

🔥 The Nearness of You by allisonRW96/ @homerforsure (Work Trip | 17K | Teen): Eddie reassured himself that he could do this. Other teams coming in were probably going to be staying at the same hotel in the same double rooms and it was very possible that none of them were going to be having sex. Or even lying awake at night thinking about it.

We Can't Succeed but We Love Trying by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (PWP, Breeding Kink | 15K | Explicit): In which Eddie has the thought that if Buck's gonna "donate" his sperm anywhere, it should be with, well. Eddie.

all it took was a backwards baseball cap by honestlydarkprincess/ @honestlydarkprincess (PWP, Getting Together | 5K | Explicit) : Or, the one in which Eddie loses his shit at Buck wearing a backwards baseball cap. Seriously, can this man get more attractive? Is he trying to kill Eddie?

drawstrings by browney3dgirl6/ @hoodie-buck (PWP, Getting Together | 3K | Mature): Eddie helps Buck fix his drawstrings. How was he supposed to know it’d lead to him sitting in Bucks lap?

🔥 come with me, together, we can take the long way home (series) by allisonRW96/ @homerforsure (Canon compliant | 105K | T to M):

Get me through the night; Make me feel alright (Post-S3 Finale | 11K | Mature): After an emotionally-gutting reunion with Abby, Buck turns to old coping mechanisms. Eddie helps him find a better way. In Uncertain Times, The Uncertain Rules Apply (Pre-S4 | 22K | Teen): Covid comes to LA. Eddie copes. Or doesn't. Holding out for Something More (Stuck in Reverse) (Post S4E3/Lone Star Crossover | 26K | Teen): LA is coming out of lockdown and the world is returning to some sense of normalcy. But going back to the way things were hurts more than Buck expected. While his therapist challenges him to confront what he really wants, the team takes a trip to Austin... and El Paso. so far from being free (S4E4: 9-1-1 What's Your Grievance?, S4E5: Buck Begins | 46K | Teen): That’s Daniel. He was our brother. Buck doesn’t know what to do with the past tense. He never had a brother. He’s always had a brother. He gained one and lost one in the same breath and it feels impossible.

carry my heart home to you by allisonRW96/ @homerforsure (Getting Together | 4K | Teen): After his parents join him for a therapy session, Buck starts to learn that some people are never going to be able to give you what you need. And some people are.

if you say it with your hands by hammersmiths/ @henswilsons (S2 | 10K | Teen): Buck thinks it must be a habit he still hasn’t dropped from his days in the army, or maybe it comes with the territory of being a dad – but Eddie can nap pretty much anywhere. or, Eddie starts casually falling asleep against Buck, and Buck is very normal about it.

🔥 into thirty separate parts by hammersmiths/ @henswilsons (S6 | 12K | Teen): “Theoretically,” says Buck, as soon as Eddie picks up the phone, “your ex writes a book about you.” There is a pregnant pause. “…Right,” Eddie decides on, finally. or, Taylor’s book comes out.

close friends (that you lowkey want to fuck, but in a totally platonic way) by rowan_wood/ @transboybuckley (Getting Together | 2K | Teen): Instagram rolls out a new feature, and Buck doesn't totally understand how it works.

I'm still standing in the same place where you left me standing by trysetmeonfire/ @try-set-me-on-fire (POV Bobby, Hurt Eddie, Getting Together | 8K | Teen) Bobby deals with the ramifications of a misplaced confession

Keep My Heart Warm In Yours by callmenewbie/ @callmenewbie (Christmas, Post-S6, Getting Together | 18K | Mature): Christopher decides that he wants to go skiing, Buck makes it happen and the cabin at the foot of the mountains turns out to be quite the romantic backdrop for their little getaway.

Hiding the Christmas Present (of You and Me) by Princessfbi/ @princessfbi (Christmas | 7K | General): Buck thought he was going to spend Christmas alone. His family decides to correct that assumption.

If I Fall, Can You Pull Me Up? by Princessfbi/ @princessfbi (Hurt Buck, Established Buddie | 7K | General): Eddie could pick Buck from a million miles away. Buck’s entire being was like one bright light in an otherwise cloudy sky. So, he was really interested to know why some stranger was wearing his boyfriend’s turnout coat and pretending to be him.

Used to Think That Lovin' Meant a Painful Chase by Princessfbi/ @princessfbi (Getting Together | 4K | Teen): It’d been fine when Buck had Eddie’s dick in his mouth. It wasn’t often that Buck got to see Eddie come undone but he’d been treated to a private showing and the pride he had being the one to take Eddie there was indescribable. But then things got… weird. Or maybe, it was Buck that got weird? He still wasn’t really sure where it started, to be honest.

for all the words unspoken by Maira/ @carrierofthepaperclips (Work Trip, Getting Together | 5K | Teen): "Buck." Eddie had already dropped his bag and was standing next to the bed, hands on his hips. "We've slept in the same bed before. I'm pretty sure we'll manage to do the same in this one, it's humorously large. Don't!" He held up a hand as Buck opened his mouth. His lips twitched, though, so Buck took it as a win. ... or, the one with only one bed.

underneath the tree by devirnis/ @devirnis (PWP, BDSM | 2K | Explicit): Frowning to himself in concentration, Eddie carefully folds the wrapping paper around the corner of the box. He has no idea how his mother makes this look so easy, even after she walked him through it earlier on FaceTime. Under the tree, Eddie’s present whines plaintively.

WIP

🔥 Precious & Fragile Things by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Small Miracles AU, Angel Buck | 20K | 8/? | Teen): Buck is the Fallen Angel of Petty Temptation, who has been tasked with tempting human Eddie Diaz to sin and enjoy life, but just a little. He thinks the job will be easy - get in, get out, go back to Peru to continue messing around with eternity. But when Buck arrives in Los Angeles, he finds Eddie is harder to tempt than expected, and more compelling than Buck had hoped.

🔥 Things We're All Too Young to Know by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon, S1 through S6 | 102/? | 276K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

Love Ends. by rowan_wood (Exes to Lovers | 4/17 | 5K | Explicit): But what if it doesn't?

in my head by yourcatfishfriend/ @your-catfish-friend (Friends With Benefits | 8/9 | 30K | Explicit): Buck is confidently bisexual. Eddie isn't sure. Buck helps him figure it out.

Re-Read

🔥 Always, All Ways by ashavahishta/ @ashavahishta (A/B/O AU | 85K | Explicit): Buck’s the only omega in the 118. He’s got secrets, and walls a mile high. Eddie’s the alpha determined to knock them down.

[lam-ila]

Hotel Room || Brock Boeser

Summary: Brock invites you to a family vacation where you have to share a bed and… well I think you know what’ll happen next.

Word Count: 1,629

Warnings: none

please let me know if you find any that i should add

NHL Masterlist

a/n: here’s my entry for the 2024 winter fic exchange hosted by the lovely @wyattjohnston ! this was written for @gravestrain . i hope you like it Elle!

this is gender neutral. hope you enjoy this! feedback is appreciated

LIKES ARE GREAT, REBLOGS ARE BETTER ♡

You and Brock had been best friends since high school and you two were very close. You were invited to each other’s family dinners, parties, and vacations. Most recently, Brock invited you to a week long family vacation Cancun. However, this family vacation was different from the other ones you attended as this was a vacation that included Brock’s extended family and you very much wanted to make them like you.

It was a long and tiring commute over to Cancun, but you had finally made it to the hotel you were staying at. Having already eaten dinner, you, Brock, and his family agreed on crashing in the hotel rooms in order to be refreshed for the next few days to come.

You stood in the hotel lobby as you and Brock waited for your room keycards, becoming suspicious when you saw a few of Brock’s cousins in a huddle with their and your room keycards.

“Here’s your keycards,” one of them said while handing Brock the keycards. “Well, see you two tomorrow!” His cousins left for the elevator before either one of you could respond, leaving just you and Brock standing in the lobby.

“They seemed overly excited to give us our keycards,” Brock pointed out, a hint of worry laced within his words.

“They’re probably just excited that we’re at the hotel,” you said in an attempt to ease his mind.

“No, there’s definitely something there hiding from us.” Brock reached for your hand and protectively intertwined his fingers with yours. You knew it was common for him and his cousins to play pranks on each other and you could tell that Brock was worried that they pulled a prank on you.

Once you reached the room and opened the door, you noticed that there was only one bed in the centre of the room.

“Oh you’ve got to be shitting me,” Brock said, taking his hand out of yours and running it through his hair.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, unsure of the problem.

Brock walked over to one of the bedside tables, noticing a hand written note that read ‘have fun’. He turned around in frustration; that was the prank his cousins pulled, they knew to give you a room with two beds and they chose not to.

“I told my cousins to give us a room with two beds and they purposely gave us a room with only one bed!” Brock pointed out, waving the note around in frustration.

“I mean, it’s not that bad,” you reasoned. Was sharing a bed with each other that much of a challenge for Brock? Maybe you were just reading into it too much.

“Yeah, I know,” Brock sighed, easing your worries. “I just didn’t want them to do something to you.”

You took the note out of his hand, confused at the message written on it, but put it aside after realizing it was probably some inside joke between Brock and his cousins.

After you and Brock got ready for bed, you sat one one side of the bed, fully expecting Brock to follow and sit on the other side. Instead, to your dismay, he took the pillow off of his side and placed it onto the floor.

“Brock, you are not sleeping on the floor,” you broke the ongoing silence that was present since discovering the note left by his cousins.

“But there’s… I mean… they…” he stammered.

As he was trying to explain his thoughts, you slowly walked over to him and lightly placed your index finger on his mouth, silently shushing him.

“It’s okay,” you assured while taking your finger off of his lips. “just get in the bed.”

“Is that an order?” Brock teased, a slight smirk appearing on his face.

“Mhm. You and I are both getting in the bed and then we’re going to sleep because it’s a bed and not a big deal,” you explained, trying to convince not only him, but yourself that sleeping together in one bed wasn’t as tragic as it seemed.

“Alright,” he said, picking up his pillow and returning it to the bed. “but if I bother you at any point throughout the night, you wake me up and I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“Okay Brock,” you chuckled, agreeing only to get him to stop suggesting that he slept on the floor.

So there you were, both laying in the same bed with all the lights off minus two lamps which rested on bedside tables next to each side of the bed. Brock faced away from you and you on your back facing the ceiling. Both of your eyes were wide open in thought.

“Hey Brock?” you called out, hoping he wasn’t too tired after a full day of travelling to have a conversation.

“Yeah?” he responded, turning to face you, but you stayed still and continued to look at the ceiling.

“What are we?” You hit him with the hard hitting question. The question he never found the courage to ask in fear of losing you as a friend. “I mean, we’re friends, yeah, but what is all of this going on between us?” You shifted your body so that you were looking at him, wanting to see what his body reaction was to your question.

“What do you mean?” Brock asked, a concerned look fully present on his face.

“That,” you pointed out. “that’s what I mean.”

“Well, I’m concerned because I’m your friend.”

“No Brock, that’s not what I-” you cut yourself off, deciding to drop the topic. “never mind, just forget I said anything.” You began turning to face away from him, but Brock quickly grabbed your hands to prevent you from turning away. He only dropped your hands once you showed that you weren’t going to turn away.

“Then what did you mean? It’s obvious it’s important to you and if it’s important to you then it’s important to me.”

You took a deep breath as you smiled slightly at his words.

“I mean, are we more than what we think we are? Because last time I checked, people who are just friends don’t act the way we do towards each other and then there was the note on the-”

“That was just a stupid joke my cousins always make about me.” Brock interrupted you to downplay said note which was currently crumpled up in the hotel room’s garbage bin.

“Would you let me finish?” you slightly teased. “What I’m trying to say is that I like being friends with you.”

“Okay, I like being friends with you too.”

You tilted your head to give him a pointed look, indicating you still hadn’t said what you wanted to say.

“I’m still not done,” you explained.

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you found his hand under the covers and squeezed it in reassurance. “I like being friends with you and sometimes I feel like we’re more than that. Sometimes, I wish that we were more than that.” You paused, waiting for Brock’s reaction. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but no words were spoken. “But I understand if you don’t want that. It doesn’t have to change anything.” You quickly added, still unsure of what Brock thought. Your eyes frantically scanned his face over and over again, looking for any indication of a response. Finally, he broke the silence.

“Sometimes?” he teased.

“What?”

“You only sometimes wish that we were more than that?” Brock laughed softly to himself. “‘Cause I always wish that we were more than that.”

“Really?” A smile starts to spread on your lips, but it drops and you abruptly sit up when you realize: “This is just some sick joke that you’re pulling.”

“Why would you think that?” Brock follows your actions and sits up.

“You really think I would fall for this?” You accused, getting up from the bed. You went to the washroom and started collecting your things, wanting to be anywhere but in a room with Brock.

“I don’t understand.” Brock said, following you into the washroom to try to stop you from leaving. “Why would you think that?” He repeated.

“Just forget I said anything.” You tried to brush past him, but he stopped you in the doorway of the washroom.

“Why would you think that?” Brock repeated a third and final time, this time much slower than the previous two times. He waited for a response, but all you did was look at the ground and not say anything. Brock took your hand in his, gently pulling you to the bed that started everything and you both sat down on it. Letting go of your hand, he softly caressed your cheek until you finally spoke up.

“It’s not a joke.”

“Nope.”

“It was just,” you sighed, unsure of how to get your thoughts out, “too good to be true that I guess I just tried to think of any reason why it wouldn’t be true.”

Brock shifted his body to get a better view of you as you tilted your head to finally look him in his eyes.

“I wouldn’t have invited you here if I didn’t feel that way about you.”

“We always invite each other to family vacations, how was I supposed to know the intent behind this invitation was any different?” You laughed in disbelief, playfully hitting Brock’s shoulder.

“That was my bad.” He laughed along with you.

“So, does this mean that… well… that we’re…”

“Just ask me to be your boyfriend.” Brock abruptly cut you off. “Uh… please?”

Laughing at his eagerness, you asked the question you’ve been wanting to ask for years: “Do you want to be my boyfriend?”

Brock simply hummed in response before finally capturing your lips with his in a kiss.

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Who'd you choose? I Jack Drury🖋️ 🌺⚡️

Requested: yes/no

Summary; for jack : when they guys were asked who they would let date their sister most of them said jack. so can you do a fluff + soft smut with him. i just feel like he would be such a romantic. he gives such softie vibes. _

Other notes; Well hello my sweet Canes fan 🤍 I am so happy you've found your way to my blog and inbox, introducing me to this sweet cheek 🤗 So, this is a first for me on Jack Drury, but I must admit, he's a fucking cutie 😉 I hope you enjoy this 🌺

Tropes & Warnings; Jack Drury x reader, reader's Sebastian Aho's sister, sort of friends/sort of strangers to lovers; Soft smut 18+; fingering, protected sex (p in v); otherwise just fluff;

Word count; 3.9K

Taglist; @couldawouldashoulda50, @findapenny, @justwanderingbutneverlost, @cixrosie

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That first night we were standin' at your door Fumblin' for your keys, then I kissed you Asked me if I wanna come inside 'Cause we didn't wanna end the night Then you took my hand and I followed you

Jack Drury was always known for his gentlemanly ways. He was nothing but a friendly guy, a supportive teammate, and someone who always tried to see the best in people. Both on and off the ice, he put others before himself - perhaps except in terms of his career - and he was always ready to lend a helping hand and offer a shoulder to lean on to anyone who needed it. Truly, anyone.

You had known Jack ever since he joined the Carolina Hurricanes the first time around, and while you never had much time alone with him to get to know him better, you had still noticed his role on the team.

He seemed like a lovely lad, someone everyone liked, and no one could ever really dislike. But you also saw his struggles, fighting for more ice time and to showcase his talent to the hockey world. He was one of those players you couldn’t help but cheer for, hoping his hard work would be one day pay off and be recognised for what it was.

And saying you knew talent when you saw it wasn’t entirely off. You were the sister of one of the team’s star players, Sebastian Aho, born into the world of hockey in your home country Finland. And while you watched your brother skate gracefully, scoring goal after goal and making incredible assists, you couldn’t help but notice Jack striving to play at his level. And every time you saw how great a player Jack was becoming; you simply couldn’t help but smile.

But being the sister of an NHL player wasn’t always straightforward. While you frequently attended games and team events, supporting your brother as you sported his jersey number, you slowly became intertwined in the hectic life of the NHL; which you most certainly found enjoyable. The Hurricanes were a fantastic team to be part of, even as a family member. And having relocated to the US to pursue your own career dreams - unrelated to hockey, you seized every opportunity to network, even if it meant spending time at the training rink and PNC Arena.

The crucial aspect though was maintaining a balance between socialising with the team and their families. Spending considerable time together, navigating the challenges of the sport, experiencing both the lows and highs, naturally fostered relationships. And as a sister, you had to tread carefully—you wanted to display interest in the team and get to know the players, but not appear overly keen. While being a young, single woman, you were naturally attracted to successful, handsome men, and conversely, they were drawn to you.

Although Sebastian never explicitly instructed you to steer clear of romantic entanglements or getting involved sexually with anyone, you understood the implicit guideline. And as the younger sister of two older male hockey players, you were well aware of the warnings they had mentioned throughout your life about the reputation many hockey players carried.

_

However, on one particular evening, the dynamics had a chance to shift.

It was one of those typical post-season celebrations at the captain’s house, with just the players gathered without any family members or partners present. It was a time for unwinding and discussing anything but hockey before they all went their separate ways for the off-season, and during these nights, more personal conversations and questions often arose.

As most of the team congregated around the bonfire, holding beers, and sharing laughs over cheesy jokes and banter, the team’s joker, Seth Jarvis, posed a daring question.

“A’right! I’ve got a good one,” the Canadian forward grinned. “If you had to allow your sister to date someone on this team, who would you choose?”

“What if you don’t have a sister?” Brady asked.

“If you don’t have one, just imagine, a’right,” Jarvis quickly replied.

“Do they have to be single?” Jesperi chipped in.

“Doesn’t matter,” Jarvis grinned again. “Just picture it, having a sister, who would you let her date—single or not?”

The guys took a moment to ponder. It was a challenging question, given their familiarity with each other, not making it easy to envision any of them becoming involved with someone they cared about in that way. Sure, none of the guys were bad in any sense. In fact, most of them had such strong bonds, feeling akin to brothers with a close-knit relationship. Yet perhaps that closeness was precisely the issue. They all knew each other on such a profound level that the thought of someone becoming romantically involved with a sister was difficult to entertain.

‘Hmm’s and ‘Oh’s murmured in the warm Raleigh summer night air as they pondered, scratching their beards and deep in thought. However, the goaltender Frederik Andersen, being the eldest of four siblings with his younger sister, Amalie, was the first to break the silence.

“Honestly… I’m not sure if I’d ever let my sister date any of you guys,” he chuckled deeply, glancing down at the bottle in his hands. “I mean—don’t get me wrong, I love all of you, but you guys don’t deserve her.” The boys nodded and chuckled in agreement, yet it seemed the goalie had more to say. “But… if I had to choose… I’d probably go with Jack here,” he said with a smile, turning his head to his right to glance at the much younger team player.

“What?” Jack chuckled in surprise. “Really?”

“Yeah, I mean, come on—out of all these idiots, you’re probably the most… decent idiot,” Freddie chuckled lightly, taking a sip of his beer.

“Thanks, I guess,” Jack smiled, surprisingly proud of the goaltender’s words.

“You know, I think I’d actually say Jack too,” Andrei then added, smiling at his fellow teammate as well. “You’re a good guy, Jack, and I’m sure you could make a girl very happy, so… I’d go with you.”

More of the guys nodded in agreement, clinking their beer bottles together as they cheered and chuckled. They all concurred that Jack Drury was the most suitable option for a sister to date. Well, they emphasised that they HAD to choose—otherwise, none of the players would have selected anyone.

“To Jack,” Jarvis then spoke again, raising his beer up in front of him. “The player who’s the least of an idiot among us, and the one that could have a chance with a sister.”

“CHEERS!”

_

What began as a playful jest from Jarvis actually sowed a deeper seed within Jack than he had initially realised. After the conversation shifted away from the notion of dating a sister, he couldn’t shake the thought that there might be some truth to it all.

He was familiar with his teammates and understood that making any romantic advances towards someone of your status would be crossing a significant boundary. However, amidst the slightly tipsy confessions, a small glimmer of hope stirred within him.

Jack had to admit that he had taken notice of you. Every time he caught sight of your radiant smile, captivating eyes, and heard your melodic laughter, his heart skipped a beat. The subtle hint of a Finnish accent in your English, despite your fluent speaking, only added to your charm. And whenever you drew near for any reason, even just to pass him and embrace your brother, he couldn’t help but notice the delicate fragrance of your perfume.

Yet, Jack knew he would never act on his infatuation. He barely knew you, and he feared that the other players would perceive him as foolish for entertaining any romantic notions towards the Aho sister, particularly given that you had been a topic of discussion among the guys before.

It wasn’t anything inappropriate, just typical guy-talk on the tour bus about sisters, cousins, mothers on the team, where your name had cropped up several times, and Sebastian had swiftly shut down any compliments directed your way. Because that’s just how it went.

They discussed your sense of style, your remarkable appearances, and the way you always infused such energy into the crowd, even during training sessions. You were fantastic with the children, engaging in playful antics and unafraid to come off as silly as you rolled around on the floor to partake in mini stick games or Nerf gun battles. You were always ready to lend a hand if the team required assistance, collaborating with the wives and girlfriends, and offering support in the best way possible while still managing your own life and career.

In short, your name had been brought up on numerous occasions, and always in a positive light. And it was because of this that Jack had taken special notice of you. Noticed you, and never quite managed to forget about you.

So, spurred on by the indirect encouragement from the team, Jack resolved to act on his feelings. However, he still felt it necessary to run it by his teammate first, just to ensure that it wasn’t merely the result of the beer talking or the sentiments of the evening.

Fishy: “It’s alright Jackie 😉 Just keep in mind if you hurt her, I can’t promise how I’ll handle it”

Jack: “I won’t! 🤞🏼 But now I just need for her to say yes first…”

Fishy: “Good place to start 😉”

Jack felt a certain level of relief after Sebastian had given his approval. Yet now, the next difficult task was to actually ask you out – and he knew he had to act fast before you travelled home to Finland for the summer.

Realising he wouldn’t be seeing you around the rink anytime soon, he then thought of the most Gen Z way to ask someone out: through a message on Instagram.

“Hey y/n – how are you?” – no… too formal, Jack thought, and erased the message again.

“Hey, sup?” – come on, what are you, like 12?

“Hey, how are you doing?” – Jack took his palm to his forehead. Why was this so hard? He then took in a deep breath and tried one more time.

“Hey y/n 😊 I know it’s the off-season and you’re probably busy, but I was just thinking maybe you’d want to grab a coffee together sometime?”

Jack pondered. It wasn’t great, but it was his best idea right now. So, letting out a deep breath, he hit send and threw the phone on the bed next to him.

Fortunately, it didn’t take long for you to reply.

“Hey Jack, 😊 Sure, I’ll be off from work around 4.30 today – want to meet somewhere Downtown?”

Jack felt a wave of relief wash over him as he read your reply. He almost couldn't believe his luck – the two of you had only exchanged short conversations throughout the past couple of years, and now you had agreed to meet up with him. It was finally happening.

Quickly composing himself, Jack typed out a response, trying to sound nonchalant despite the excitement bubbling inside him.

"Hey, that sounds great! How about we meet at Brew & Brew at 5? Looking forward to catching up with you 😊"

So, with a sense of anticipation, Jack hit send and waited anxiously for your reply. This was it – the beginning of something new and exciting, and he couldn't wait to see where it would lead.

_

As you and Jack settled into your seats at Brew & Brew, the initial nervousness melted away, replaced by an easy sense of camaraderie. The conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with laughter and genuine connection.

You found yourself drawn to his warmth and sincerity, his genuine interest in getting to know you shining through. And as you shared stories and anecdotes, you realised just how much you had in common, from your love of travel to your shared passion for trying new foods.

Surprisingly, hockey didn't dominate the conversation. Instead, you delved into topics ranging from your favourite books to your most memorable travel experiences. And when the topic of your brother came up, it was met with understanding and curiosity rather than any awkwardness.

As the evening wore on, you found yourself losing track of time, engrossed in each other's company. Neither of you really wanted it to end, but you also wanted to play this out right. When you were about to part ways to say your goodnights, you offered him a tender kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you, Jack,” you said with a sweet smile. “I’ve had an amazing time.”

It was no secret Jack felt the same, and just as you were about to walk away, he quickly stopped you.

“How about dinner? Before you go home,” he blurted out, his heartbeat quickening in his chest.

You nodded, letting out a deep breath as you smiled widely. “I’d love to. Tomorrow? Or would that be too soon?” You felt just as nervous, not wanting to come off too eager, but still wanting to show interest in this sweet guy.

“Tomorrow’s perfect,” Jack smiled in return.

It was the easiest experience you'd ever had scheduling a date with a guy. For the first time ever, you didn’t feel anxious or feared he was only using you for sex or other things. No, Jack was different. He showed genuine care and interest in you, seeming honest and true to his intentions.

Besides, knowing your brothers well, you knew Jack wouldn’t have asked you out unless he truly meant it and had most likely assured Sebastian he had no ulterior motives.

Alright, he might not have had any ulterior motives, at least not more than any guy going on a date with a beautiful girl. However, you probably had to admit that a small part of you had a wish for how the night should end. And it would not be with you alone in your bed.

Soon enough, the night turned to day, and you found yourself on your way to meet Jack outside the restaurant he had chosen for your rather spontaneous date.

“Wow, you look… stunning,” Jack let out a deep breath as he walked towards you on the pavement, the city lights flickering in the background.

You flashed him a timid smile, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you briefly looked down before meeting his blue eyes once more. A warmth flushed your cheeks, the thought of your simple summer dress making an impression causing your stomach to flutter.

“Thanks, so do you,” you smiled, eyeing Jack up and down in his casual summer attire.

“I think we can both agree that you’re the most beautiful one here—but I don’t mind,” he chuckled lightly. “How about we get some dinner.”

You nodded and let him guide you into the restaurant. And as you entered the small and cosy place, you couldn’t help but feel your shoulders suddenly relax, settling into the amazing and romantic atmosphere as Jack pulled out a chair for you, as gentlemanly as ever.

And just like your coffee date the day before, everything went smoothly. Any hints of nervousness quickly faded, and the conversation flowed effortlessly. No awkward silence of any sort. Everything with Jack seemed just perfect. So, as dinner ended and Jack naturally walked you home, you didn’t even hesitate by the door when you asked him to come up.

A part of Jack wanted to say no; wanting to show you that his intentions went beyond just physical attraction. However, he was also aware that you were going away for weeks, and he longed to have you close. He simply couldn't let this moment slip by—the chance to finally experience what he had desired for so long and to surrender to his deep-seated yearnings.

So, as Jack followed you up to your flat, the anticipation and excitement were palpable. The walk up the stairs seemed endless, with each step echoing your shared unspoken longing, and when you finally reached your door, your heart raced, and you could sense Jack's nervousness mirroring your own.

You fumbled with the keys for a moment before opening the door, stepping inside, and inviting Jack in with a warm smile. The cosy atmosphere of your flat enveloped you both, and as you turned to face him, you couldn't help but notice the yearning in his eyes.

"I've really enjoyed tonight," you said softly, stepping a little closer to him.

Jack nodded, his voice low and sincere. "Me too. More than I can say."

Then, spurred by a sudden confidence and without another word, you closed the distance between you, your lips meeting in a tender, electrifying kiss. It began gently, a soft exploration, but quickly deepened as your shared passion ignited. Jack's hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer, and you responded by wrapping your arms around his neck, losing yourself in the moment.

The kiss grew more intense, and you both knew there was no turning back. Breaking apart just enough to catch your breath, you looked into Jack's eyes, seeing the same desire reflected in them.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice a mix of hope and vulnerability.

But you could only smile, your heart pounding with excitement. "Absolutely."

So, with that, you led him to your bedroom, the air thick with anticipation. The city lights outside your window cast a soft glow over the room, adding to the romantic ambiance. And as you stood together, you let your hands roam over each other's bodies, savouring the sensation of closeness.

Slowly and delicately, Jack let his hands slip underneath your summer dress, pulling it upwards, bit by bit exposing your lacy knickers, your stomach, and then your matching bra before he pulled it over your head completely.

You had to control your breath as you stood exposed to him in your underwear. And as he then began to slowly undress himself, your eyes followed his every move. He pulled his polo shirt over his head, exposing his toned and muscular torso, which elicited a light gasp from you.

He was absolutely gorgeous, and you couldn’t control your own actions as you instinctively reached out to touch his chest, feeling his skin beneath your palms, his warmth radiating. “Shit…” you muttered softly under your breath.

Jack couldn’t help but chuckle lightly as he moved to undo his loose shorts, letting them pool around his ankles before stepping out of them and moving even closer to you to kiss you deeply. His hands found the back of your hair as you both allowed each other to explore your mouths before gently leaning back onto your bed.

It was nothing but soft and gentle as Jack then removed your last pieces of clothing, exposing your true and naked form to him, before you helped him discard his boxers, allowing your bodies to touch completely.

Jack’s actions were filled with care as his hand wandered over your curves, his fingertips gracefully brushing against your skin as he slowly moved closer to your core. You let out small moans, light breaths escaping as you parted your lips slightly. And when he gently pushed a finger past your entrance and inside your moist core, massaging your walls with care before stretching you with two digits, you sank deeper into the mattress, allowing the pleasure to consume you.

“Mmm, yes Jack,” you whispered softly, feeling his fingers move in and out, stimulating your inside while you tilted your head back, your hands instinctively finding the back of his shoulders for support.

Jack couldn’t help but cherish the sight beneath him. You were incredibly beautiful, and in this very moment, he was the one causing you pleasure, making you moan and feel a rush washing over you. And as he felt your muscles tighten around his fingers, signalling a climax approaching, he felt his own member pulsating with a need for release.

“Oh Jack… Please… want you… inside me…” you managed to moan as you felt your orgasm building, needing more than his fingers to reach the high you were craving. And your wish was his command.

Gently pulling his fingers out, Jack looked at you with his ocean blue eyes, a look that had shifted from his usual soft gaze to a darker, more lustful expression.

“Do you have…?” he whispered softly.

You nodded, pointing to the drawer next to your bed where Jack then retrieved a small foil package, wrapped his erect member, and moved back into missionary position before gently allowing himself to enter you.

It felt almost magical as his thick member stretched your walls, stimulating them with every motion as he slowly began to rock his hips. Instinctively, you raised your hips slightly, lifting your legs to wrap around his lower body, providing better access for him to go deeper. And before long, Jack found a steady rhythm, allowing his length to glide effortlessly in and out of your wet heat.

“Oh yes… you feel so good,” he muttered under his breath, feeling his own climax build with every motion.

It was the perfect synchronisation of bodies moving together, a harmony of moans as you both neared the peak of pleasure, your minds completely consumed. And while Jack felt the peak approaching, he couldn’t hold back his desires and thrusted harder and faster, pushing you both closer to the edge.

The night unfolded with a mixture of tenderness and passion, both of you exploring and discovering each other in ways you had only dreamed of. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word felt like a promise of something more, something deeper.

You could feel your orgasm approaching, muttering it to Jack as your walls clenched around his cock. And with every pound, you let out soft cries, the arousal taking over as you finally felt the wave release. Your mind went hazy, and Jack’s name escaped your lips in a louder moan. Followed by uncontrollable motions; your body arched, your eyes rolling back as you reached the blissful peak.

“Oh yes…”

And as Jack continued thrusting through your orgasm, he pushed himself over the edge as well, letting out a deep grunt as he released into the latex.

Breaths were heavy, the air thick as you both calmed from the rush of sweaty and passionate sex. Smiles adorned both your faces, and neither of you could contain the surge of happiness you felt in that very moment.

As the hours passed, you found yourselves lying entwined in each other's arms, the soft glow of dawn beginning to filter through the curtains. You felt a sense of contentment and connection you had never experienced before. Jack's arms around you were warm and reassuring, and you couldn't help but smile at the thought of what the future might hold.

"Thank you for tonight," Jack murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You snuggled closer, feeling safe and cherished. "Thank you, Jack. This has been perfect."

Jack smiled; it had indeed been perfect. Despite not wanting to ruin this moment, he couldn’t help but chuckle as he let out a teasing thought.

“Please don’t tell your brother I slept with you on our first date… pretty sure he’d kill me for that.”

You had to let out a soft giggle. In this romantic and tender moment, the first thing Jack thought about was what Sebastian would think of him. So, you naturally decided to play along. “Hmm, I won’t say anything, but… in case he finds out anyway, I’d probably have a plan B ready.”

It was another moment filled with heartfelt laughter, following an amazing evening and a wonderful date. And as you drifted off to sleep, you knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful journey together, one filled with promise, excitement, and the kind of love you had always hoped to find.

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nicojack, nico has a pussy drabble

The first thing Jack notices when he steps into the Devil’s locker room is that Nico Hischier has a pussy.

Which is not something totally uncommon. It’s great in fact, for inclusivity. Jack once read a stat that said at least 8% of guys in the NHL were estimated to have them, so like. It’s a win for diversity.

It’s just that he’s never seen one on a teammate before. In the flesh, with his own eyes.

He’s certainly never walked into the locker room, bone dead after practice to find his fellow first overall pick sat in the stall next to his, naked from the waist down, with his legs splayed to reveal a cunt.

It’s enough to stop Jack dead in his tracks.

Then, once his hormone-soaked brain has caught up with his eyes, it’s enough to make his mouth water.

“What’s up, Rookie?” Someone behind him- Coleman, maybe- asks, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “See something you like?”

The room erupts into a chorus of hoots and wolf whistles, enough to draw everyone’s attention to him, and then to Nico. In an instant, the tops of Jack’s cheeks begin to burn, no doubt changing colour to a blotchy red, but-

When he drags his eyes away from Nico’s pussy for long enough to check if he’s as equally embarrassed, he finds that Nico is simply looking up at Jack, tongue poking between his teeth, eyebrows raised. He doesn’t look mad, but there’s a challenge on his face that Jack isn’t sure how to rise to.

From beside Nico, Jesper reaches across to pat the inside of his thigh twice, like it’s nothing. Jack’s eyes track the movement and his gut twists with a fierce jolt of longing, because-

Is that something Nico lets all the guys do? Is that something Jack could do too, if they became friends? Could he put his hand higher, let his fingertips skate dangerously close to Nico’s folds where he’s probably warm and wet, and-

Jack bolts for the showers as quickly as his aching muscles can carry him, ignoring the chortles of laughter that follow him. Inside, he twists the dial as far into the blue as it’ll turn and stays under the spray for a long, long time.

It should have stopped there.

Nico’s pussy isn’t even like, that good is the thing. Or at least, it shouldn’t be, objectively. It’s not the hardwood floor Jack is used to enjoying in the porn he can now pay for, and it’s not the neatly trimmed strands that hardly poke out from around the edges of the underwear that girls he takes home from bars wear.

Nico’s pussy is surrounded by wiry, dark hair, the same kind that covers his arms and curls across his chest. It looks like he’s never shaved it once in his life, and really that should be a turn off.

It shouldn’t be the thing Jack imagines slipping his fingers through when he’s alone in his bed, unable to nap. It shouldn’t be the thing he imagines tugging at, just to see if it would make Nico hiss or whine, and it absolutely shouldn’t be the thing he imagines tasting, coarse against his tongue.

The only thing Jack can do is chalk it up to novelty, at first, especially when none of the other guys seem to have the same problem he does when it comes to tearing his eyes away. They continue to chirp him brutally for how he can’t string a sentence together when Nico’s bare cunt is within his eyesight, but to them looking and not touching is apparently no big deal.

It’s new for Jack, he reasons to himself. People in America are much more private about this shit in his experience.

Usually, guys tiptoe off to private rooms to change out of their gear, not because they have to or anything, but because they want to. Or at least, that’s what Jack has always assumed, because no one has ever been a dick about it openly in front of him. It’s pretty much taboo to chirp someone about it, even in Juniors. Bad manners, or whatever. In the NHL it’d be the quickest way to get yourself a three game ban, and-

Nico, Jack is fairly certain, is treated the same way as any other guy on the team. Better even, because they all so obviously adore him. Jack has spent a while watching everyone’s interactions with Nico closely enough to be sure of that, jealousy thrumming hotly through his veins as he searched for hints that there was anything more than friendship between Nico and Hall, or maybe Bratt, only to come up empty.

Nico is clearly comfortable with his body not because all their teammates have already had a taste, but because he just is.

Which is great, of course, except for how it makes Jack’s life a living wet dream. His dick is beginning to chafe from the number of times he’s had to get a hand around it, fist shoved into his mouth so as not to wake anyone else in the house. Then even that stopped feeling like enough, and he’s pretty sure he’s rubbed a hole in his bed sheets from rutting against them, his face buried in the pillow that he pathetically pretends is the gorgeous space between Nico’s thighs.

And Jack wouldn’t mind but sometimes it feels like Nico is trying to make it hard for him.

Strutting around their shared hotel rooms with no underwear on, he doesn’t seem to be conscious at all of his nudity when he flops onto Jack’s bed, belly down to pick up the Xbox remote and load up Fortnite. In the showers at the rink, he doesn’t hide the way he rubs a soapy hand between his legs, fingers dipping up inside himself, even as Jack tries to hide the glances he steals in Nico’s direction.

When he’s finished, Nico doesn’t even bother to wrap a towel around his waist, just walks right back across the room naked, seemingly more preoccupied with rubbing it through his dripping hair.

It feels like everywhere Jack looks, there is Nico’s pussy.

The novelty doesn’t fade.

Even after two months of being on the team, the possibility of seeing Nico’s cunt is still the thing that has Jack vibrating with more excitement than their goal buzzer. It doesn’t fucking fade, and when Jack finds himself jerking awake from yet another sticky dream about Nico’s cunt- spread so close to his mouth, enough to smell, touch, and taste, if he just opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue- well, it’s clear that the writing is on the wall.

Jack needs to eat his pussy.

[puckpocketed]

As someone who’s the go-to prospects blog in my mind, do you have any thoughts on Aron kiviharju dropping to the fourth round? The video the Wild shared after he got drafted is soo interesting to me

"Let me tell you one thing, man; you just made the biggest steal of the draft. I promise you that."

29/06/2024 - The Minnesota Wild draft Aron Kiviharju 122nd overall

Aron Kiviharju was supposed to go 1st overall.

Can you be a bust before you ever get drafted? Can the narrative miasma of going 1st overall linger on someone who went 122nd?

Kiviharju’s first game report from the 2024 EP Draft Guide is dated November 24th, 2019. He was 13 back then. According to them, no other player in EP's database — nor in any other draft guide this year — has had scouts' eyes on them so early, for so long. They say he understands the game beyond what's reasonable for a player his age, that he's always excelled while playing above his year level, that even though he's small and light there's something special about his game. Singular, elite, a phenom. This child is the next big thing. He is 13, 14, 15, he is anointed Boysaviour before his voice has cracked.

How many times have we heard this story before?

One day, Aron Kiviharju will be competing with and against players his age. And when that day comes, it might feel a bit odd for the defenceman. For years, ever since Kiviharju was young, he has played up a level, or two, or three. At age 13, he was playing U16 hockey with TPS Turku and, this past season, as a 15-year-old, he started with TPS’ U18 team before moving on to the U20 club. His numbers – 30 points in 35 games – would be deemed impressive for a 19-year-old forward, never mind a young defenceman who only turned 16 in January.

Steven Ellis' article on Kiviharju for Daily Faceoff, early September 2023, broadens the scope of public scrutiny even further:

Time travel back to 2022, and you'll find his name is printed right next to some familiar faces from this year's draft: Macklin Celebrini, Cole Eiserman, Berkly Catton, Ivan Demidov — except, they're all listed as possible challengers to his assumed throne.

And then, the accident.

The glaring flag on Kiviharju's draft profile, and across every report, every interview, and article since is the reality of his stalled potential. A scout’s job is to project a player’s future, but progress is rarely linear. What might halt a once-promising player's progress? Injuries and global pandemics and a poorly managed season or two; these things don't care for destiny. For every realised prodigy there are a dozen more who will fall short of expectations — this is something you pick up fast reading backdated draft guides and sifting through the history of the NHL.

In Kiviharju's case, the dislocated kneecap and the skate cut to the throat are the things most will write about. Behind the scenes, however, there were evidently other factors that contributed to his drop to the 4th round.

You see, every time I think I've escaped it, the size issue comes back.

The belief remains, however, that larger is better. I’m understating just how much it pervades hockey discourses: it’s present in scouting reports and has had measurable impacts on drafting; I hear it on professional and amateur hockey podcasts; it’s thrown out casually during interviews by coaches and fellow players. I can’t read or listen to anything about Faber without stumbling across it — the preoccupation with size. I’ll be very clear here: I’m not reading anything malicious from specific people, I’m not accusing anyone of crimes, and in no way am I implying that ice hockey is unique here. Just the opposite, in fact. I know professional sports hinges upon producing stars, that the commodification of young bodies is endemic to the business. Those stars are, stripped down to the basest definition, workers who perform with their bodies and sell their labour, whose bodies will inevitably be coveted and revered for their adherence to the Platonic Ideal of their respective crafts. For men’s sports, there’s something extra on top of the commodification of children’s bodies — it’s the vernacular of near-fetishistic worship; of the masculine, the oxymoronic youthful-but-mature, the virile. The language used to praise Faber and other young d-men like him has my stomach twisting in a discomfort that I find hard to quantify — players, coaches, and the media all talk about him, and the hockey blinders slip. He’s a “workhorse”, a “stud”, he’s got “a man’s body” — and call it projecting, call it reading too deeply into innocuous statements, but the closest thing I can compare it to is hearing my AFAB body spoken about as an object whose value can be reduced to its function, its usefulness, its closeness to sexual maturity.

Excerpt from the last time I wrote about a Minnesota d-man (sensing a pattern here).

Kiviharju probably would've dropped some places regardless of his injury and missed time; that's where the league is trending right now in terms of draft preference. When you're small, every mistake is amplified by your lack of size. You must be twice as skilled, faster, more consistent.

p. 595, The 2024 Elite Prospects NHL Draft Guide

Kiviharju's media appearances read like someone who is haunted by his draft stock despite his assertions otherwise.

Kiviharju's bold proclamation, caught on GM Bill Guerin’s hot mic, that the Wild just got "the biggest steal of the draft” will likely be associated with Kiviharju's rise — or perhaps his fall — as Minnesota media and fans work at their mythmaking. I don't know if I want to care about some hockey myths anymore. My appetite for them sours day by day. These myths were started by the eyes and hands and mouths of people watching a boy of 11 play hockey, who witnessed him and salivated at his unwritten future. Part of me thinks: I don't want to be complicit in their continued weaving — though I know I will be anyway.

I read what he says in the lead up to the draft and it's like he's telling himself as he tells us; that he will not care, because he is worth more than this.

From Kiviharju's draft day interview, transcribed by me:

Q: What's the biggest thing you learned about yourself going through the rehab process? AK: Kind of like... it's — life is more than hockey. Hockey is the biggest thing for me. I love the sport. I will do this for the rest of my life, for sure. First playing it, then probably I will continue with hockey after my career, so I've been always thinking like that, and I'm still thinking like that, but it's just that it's — more. Life is more than just hockey, there's a lot of things. And there's a lot of different things about myself, kind of like when you don't — if hockey is my fuel and I'm a car and I'm 200 days without getting any fuel, we have to find some new ways how to get that fuel, to keep my car going. - Q: How has your cut healed since U-18's? AK: Yeah so (he gestures to the cut right below his jawline) that was a pretty close one, but thank God we're alive. That's what I kind of meant when I said that this life is more than just hockey. So first you're 200 days without playing hockey and when you come back your first game the World Under 18's a skate cuts your throat open, so it's very close calls, and that's when you remember that this is only hockey.

Whatever happens, I want Kiviharju to hold on to this. Don't get me wrong, I'm rooting for him. In so many ways, he fits the archetype of players I enjoy. I want him to make it to the show and blow everyone's expectations out of the water and bring Minnesota the Cup. I love this team, even if I rarely post about them. Even still, whether he shoots into stardom or he washes out of the NHL, it doesn't fucking matter. It's only hockey.

And he is more than his ability to live up to our myths.

[hughesybear]

“Elliotte talks about the struggling Elias Pettersson.” (21/10/2024)

transcript of 32 Thoughts segment below cut

Elliotte: I have a theory on Pettersson. I think number one, he’s wired a little differently than guys like Miller and Hughes, which is okay. Not everybody can be the same, so I think that sometimes the way he reacts to tough or challenging moments, or when things aren’t going that well, it’s not as emotional as them. We’re going to be interviewing Mats Sundin this week, and I always thought that was a thing that hurt Sundin a little bit in Toronto - it took people a lot of time to understand that just because you’re more of a stoic, as opposed to emotional, person, it doesn’t mean you don’t care or that you don’t want to win just as badly as anyone else. But I think people who are like that in sports sometimes get penalized for it, Kyle. And I think a little bit that happens with him.

You know, you’ve got to produce (…) but you know what the other thing is, and I’ve really thought about this and I think it’s true more and more, I think Pettersson is one of those guys that reads everything or he’s aware of everything that’s said about him. And honestly Kyle, I think that’s one thing that he’s going to move past. Because I think in moments like this, when you’re struggling (…) I always say about markets like Vancouver, the rewards are high but the risks are high.

Jamie Baker, the former NHLer, told me a great story of when he got treaded to the Toronto Maple Leafs, Wendell Clark pulled him aside and said “Understand this: you’re never as good as they say you are, and you’re never as bad as they say you are. You’ve got to ride a flat line as much as you can. You can’t go up and down, it can’t be peaks and valleys, you’ve got to ride the flat line.” And I suspect, this is my opinion, because I think Pettersson is well aware of everything that is said about him, I think he rides the peaks and valleys, and I think that is the thing that he has to get out of his system.

(…) I think Hughes is excellent at riding the line. I think he’s captain for a reason, because he knows what matters and what doesn’t. And I think the key thing for Vancouver is that I think they have players who weren’t like that before, but have gotten there. Like I think JT Miller, over the last year or so, has gotten a lot better at riding the line. Now I think it helps because they’re successful, I think when they’re losing it’s extremely hard for him, but I think he’s gotten better at riding the line. I think Brock Boeser is a guy who’s gotten a lot better at riding the line, keeping it calm. I think you can develop it, I think you can learn it.

But I think one of the things, and this is my theory on Pettersson too, is that when he’s struggling and it’s not going well, I think it really - it’s something he’s really aware of, what’s being said about him, and he has to stop that. And that’s my constructive criticism for Pettersson (…) You have to learn to weed it out. There’s a difference between constructive criticism, which we all need, and just pure savagery. So I think that’s one thing Pettersson’s going to have to get better at, is blocking that out, and I think it’ll really help him.

Kyle: I think back to a couple years ago, I remember asking a question about like “when you’re going through tough stretches, who do you lean on to help get you through?” And he said “you know, I’m a little bit of a lone wolf.” And that really stuck with me. This is a guy who’s - I mean, he’s only gonna be 26 next month, just over 400 career games in the NHL, so this is a guy who’s still very much figuring out life as a person.

I mean, I grew up [in Vancouver] when the Sedins went through “they’re too small, they’re too soft, they can’t survive in the NHL,” to being one of the great dynamic duos in the league for an extended period of time. And seeing how that market can be with players who really learn to thrive amidst the chaos that market can provide. So I hope he does find joy in where he wants to get to, because it can be a really great ride out there when you can find that balance.

Elliotte: If I was good enough to play, and we all know I’m not, but if I was good enough to play I would be all over a Canadian market (…) I really do love it. And you can see this, like a guy like Miller, who’s signed long-term, he sees that. He’s been through the wringer, and he’s grinded his way through, and now you see the videos that his family is putting out like when he scored the other day, last year in the playoffs when Natalie Miller put on Instagram the video of their daughter hearing them chant his name, like that’s what I mean about the rewards are high.

If you succeed in hockey in a Canadian market, your ticket is booked for ever. Forever and ever, amen.

[estapa-edwards]

can you do a Jack Hughes x reader on their engagement day. Like Jack is awarded with something within the New Jersey devils and takes pictures with family and ends up giving reader a signed game worn jersey asking her for a hand in marriage and reader says yes, he also gets down on one knee and gives reader an big diamond ring. Thanks❤️❤️❤️❤️

ENGAGEMENT - J.HUGHES

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The night was electric at the Prudential Center, home of the New Jersey Devils. The atmosphere was filled with anticipation as fans poured in, eager for a night of celebration and hockey. It wasn’t just any game night; it was a night dedicated to honoring Jack Hughes, the Devils' rising star. Jack had been awarded the prestigious title of the team's Most Valuable Player, a testament to his incredible season and growing influence in the NHL. But for Jack, this night held an even more significant meaning.

Y/N stood among the crowd, her heart swelling with pride as she watched Jack take the ice. The spotlight followed him, illuminating his journey from a promising rookie to a celebrated player. She knew how hard he had worked, the countless hours of practice, the physical and mental challenges, and the unwavering determination that had brought him to this moment.

As the ceremony commenced, the arena's giant screens played highlights of Jack's best plays. The crowd erupted in cheers with every goal and assist, their admiration for Jack palpable. Y/N couldn’t help but feel a surge of happiness. She had been by Jack's side through it all, his biggest supporter and confidante.

Jack's family was also present, their faces beaming with pride. His parents, Ellen and Jim Hughes, stood alongside his brothers, Quinn and Luke, all sharing in the joy of Jack's achievement. The Hughes family had always been close-knit, their bond unbreakable. Y/N felt a warm connection with them, having been welcomed into their family with open arms.

As the ceremony reached its peak, the Devils' captain handed Jack a trophy, recognizing him as the MVP. The crowd's applause was deafening. Jack, usually composed, had a hint of emotion in his eyes as he held the trophy aloft. He took the microphone, his voice steady but filled with gratitude.

"Thank you all for this incredible honor," Jack began. "I couldn't have done this without the support of my teammates, coaches, and, of course, my amazing family. You all have been my rock."

His gaze shifted towards Y/N, his eyes locking with hers. "And to Y/N," he continued, his voice softening, "you've been my biggest supporter, my partner through thick and thin. I couldn’t have asked for a better person to share this journey with."

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat. The crowd cheered once more, but all she could focus on was Jack, his words resonating deeply within her.

After the ceremony, Jack was whisked away for photos with his family and team. Y/N watched from the sidelines, her heart brimming with love and admiration. She saw Jack's interactions with his family, the genuine smiles and laughter they shared. It was evident how much this moment meant to all of them.

Jack caught Y/N's eye and waved her over. "Come on, Y/N, join us!" he called, his smile wide and inviting. She made her way over, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. The photographer positioned them, and they took several photos, capturing the joy and pride of the night.

As the photoshoot wrapped up, Jack turned to Y/N, his expression serious yet tender. "There's one more thing I need to do," he said, reaching into his bag. He pulled out a game-worn jersey, his number emblazoned on the back. The jersey was a symbol of his journey, the sweat and effort he had poured into every game.

"Y/N," Jack began, holding the jersey out to her, "this is for you. It's more than just a piece of clothing; it's a part of my journey, a journey that I want you to continue being a part of."

Y/N took the jersey, her hands trembling slightly. She looked up at Jack, her eyes glistening with emotion. "Jack, I—"

But before she could finish, Jack took a deep breath and got down on one knee. The arena seemed to hold its breath, the crowd falling silent as they realized what was happening. Jack reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. He opened it to reveal a stunning diamond ring, its brilliance catching the light and sparkling like a thousand stars.

"Y/N," Jack said, his voice filled with emotion, "you’ve been with me through every high and low. You’ve supported me, believed in me, and loved me unconditionally. I can't imagine my life without you. Will you marry me?"

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she looked at Jack, her heart overflowing with love. "Yes," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "Yes, Jack, I will marry you."

The crowd erupted into applause, their cheers echoing through the arena. Jack slipped the ring onto Y/N's finger and stood, pulling her into a tight embrace. They shared a kiss, the world around them fading away as they celebrated their love and commitment.

The Devils' mascot, NJ Devil, danced around them, adding a touch of humor to the heartfelt moment. Jack's teammates and family surrounded them, their congratulations and well-wishes blending with the cheers of the fans. It was a moment of pure joy, a perfect culmination of Jack's achievements on the ice and his love off it.

As the night continued, the celebration grew. The Devils won their game, adding to the night's happiness. Y/N and Jack found themselves at the center of attention, their engagement the talk of the evening. They took more photos, with Y/N proudly wearing Jack's game-worn jersey, a symbol of their shared journey.

Jack's parents embraced Y/N, welcoming her officially into their family. "We're so happy for you both," Ellen said, tears of joy in her eyes. "You’ve always been like a daughter to us, and now it's official."

Quinn and Luke teased their brother, but their happiness was evident. "About time, Jack," Quinn joked, clapping him on the back. "You’re a lucky guy, Y/N's amazing."

As the night wore on, Y/N and Jack stole a few moments alone, away from the crowd. They stood on the ice, the arena now quiet and empty. The silence was peaceful, a stark contrast to the earlier excitement.

"I can't believe this," Y/N said softly, looking at the ring on her finger. "It's like a dream."

Jack took her hands in his, his gaze tender. "It's our dream, Y/N. We've been through so much together, and this is just the beginning. I promise to always be there for you, to love and support you just like you’ve done for me."

Y/N smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her. "I love you, Jack. I'm so proud of you, and I'm so excited for our future."

They shared another kiss, the cold ice beneath their feet a reminder of where their journey had started. It was on the ice that Jack had found his passion, and it was on the ice that he had found his love.

As they walked off the ice hand in hand, Y/N glanced back at the empty arena. It held so many memories, and now it held one of the most precious moments of her life. She knew there would be challenges ahead, but with Jack by her side, she felt ready to face anything.

Their engagement day was more than just a celebration of Jack's achievements; it was a celebration of their love and commitment to each other. It was a night they would remember forever, a night that marked the beginning of a new chapter in their lives.

As they stepped out into the cool night air, Y/N looked up at the stars. They seemed to shine brighter, reflecting the happiness in her heart. She squeezed Jack's hand, feeling the promise of their future together.

"Here's to us," Jack said, his voice filled with hope and excitement.

"Here's to us," Y/N echoed, her heart full of love.

And with that, they walked into their future, ready to face whatever came their way, together.

[just-dino-maggie]

could you do 24, 28, and 42 with trevor zegras and the reader is jack hughes twin or something? xoxo <3

Thank you so much for the request! I hope you like it! I did change it up a little bit but I still think it’s cute! I really hope you don’t mind!

Everyone is aged up one year to make this work lol

24. “I needed you.”

28. “I hate you.” “No you don’t.”

42. “I love you and it scares the hell out of me!”

Being the youngest Hughes is a wonderful challenge. I’m 19, a year younger then Luke but the same grade at U of M. I’m so insanely proud of my older brothers and their success but sometimes I feel like I’m a disappointment. They’re all in the NHL and I’m simply a college student. I’m just their little sister, nothing more.

I was 13 years old when I first realized I was in love with Trevor Zegras. He was 16 and barely noticed I existed. I’m Jacks little sister after all. He was sweet with me, always asking me how my day was and making sure the other boys never gave me a hard time. In my eyes he was the perfect guy.

After he was drafted I didn’t see him for a few years. He was off to college in Boston and Jack was in New Jersey. We just never crossed paths. I made sure we didn’t, he was dating and enjoying being a student athlete. If I saw him like that, with those girls, it would have hurt too bad.

From age 15-18 I never really saw him. Until last years summer when a freshly 18 years old Y/n decided that she got to go to the lake house. I was a mess, it was a tough year for me. I was being constantly overlooked by everyone in my life. I was Luke’s little sister, nothing more.

Worst of all, I could tell my best friend Sofia was starting to fall for Jack. She never said anything or did anything about it until I told her to. I want her to be happy but it felt like a stab in the heart.

I did the dumbest thing I think I’ve ever done. I kissed Trevor. I was so lonely and he had looked at me differently that summer. He looked at me like I was something more then I had been before. I thought he finally saw me. But instead he looked at me in my eyes after I kissed him and said “You’re Jack’s little sister, we can’t.” My heart shattered and it has been that way since.

Luke, Jack, and Sofia have insisted that I come to the lakehouse this year. Luke claims that I have to because he’s starting next season with New Jersey. Apparently he’ll miss me so much so I have to hang out with him this summer. Jack says that he really wants me there for Sofia, which I understand. Sofia is my best friend so of course she wants me to go.

I tried to say no. The embarrassment of last year still hung over me but they all had really great reasons. I’ve missed all of them so terribly. Also I can’t tell them the reason I don’t want to go. It would crush Jack and mortify me.

It’s only been a few days at the lake house and ignoring Trevor has been difficult. He tried to talk to me when we first got here but I brushed him off. I’ve been glued to Luke and Sofias side so I don’t have to talk to him.

This morning I wake up early. I immediately wrap my blanket around myself and run to the kitchen to get a drink. What’s better then hot chocolate and sunrises? Half way to the kitchen I run right into someone.

When I look up at the person steadying me, familiar blue eyes hold my gaze. “Will you excuse me?” I ask politely, trying to push past him.

He doesn’t let me go. “Last year you were all over me and now you can’t stand to be around me for more then 5 seconds. What’s that about?”

My face goes red. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t. We both know you don’t hate me.” He smirks for a second, clearly enjoying the fact that I can’t deny him. “What’s going on? Why won’t you talk to me? Is this about last year… I thought we could move past that.”

“I can’t,” I whisper. “I needed you.”

He looks even more confused. He moves his hands off of me to run them through his hair. “You needed me to kiss you?”

“No,” I shake my head. “No I needed you to see me. I needed you to look at me and like me for me; despite being Jacks sister. But you can’t do that. I can’t get close to you again. It hurts to much.”

He holds my face, “I do, I see you.”

“Not the way I want you to.” I finally push away from him. I only get a few steps away before I’m being spun around and pushed up against a cabinet. His lips are on mine. He’s kissing me so hard… he’s ravaging me.

He pulls away quicker then I had hoped. I wanted to be consumed by him for a little longer. To know for sure that the desire is there for both of us. Not just me.

“I see you. I love you and it scares the hell out of me!” I gasp at his words.

I kiss him softly on the lips, “Why does it scare you?”

“In my mind you were just Jack’s sweet little sister. Then I saw you last year and you were so different. I guess 2 plus years changes a person a lot. You were still so sweet but you were grown up. Smart, dedicated, beautiful. I’ve spent the past year obsessing over you. I want you so bad but it could ruin the relationship I have with your family. I don’t know if I could handle Jack hating me, but now I know that being apart from you might be even worse. I’m so scared to lose you guys.”

His voice cracks ever so slightly on that last sentence. I hate that he feels so helpless, like loving me could tear him appart. I’m not sure how to reassure him so I just say, “I love you too Trevor, everything is going to be okay.”

We go outside to watch the sunrise, cuddling together on the outdoor furniture. Everytime I feel unsure I look at Trevor and when his eyes meet mine I know that everything will turn out fine. Because I love him and he loves me and that’s all I really need.