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[annapolisrose]

Little bouquet of Hellebore.

[daiisoo]

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[orphicdreamers-wp]

When You Know You Know — Quinn Hughes

Summary; In which you, Quinn and your loved ones recount the early days of your relationship

Content Warning: wedding ceremony inaccuracies, fluff

You laughed into your palms as Jack took the microphone and grinned sheepishly, “Hey guys! I’m Jack, the cooler of Quinn’s brothers.” You turned to your husband, “How bad are we expecting this to turn out?” Quinn laughed, “Almost as bad as Trevor standing up after the minister said ‘speak now or forever hold your peace’ and saying ‘don’t nobody say nothing’.” Jack grinned as you turned to face you and his brother, “I have one text from a Quinn Hughes, dated December 9th 2018. Jack no joke, I just met my wife. She’s perfect.”

Jack turned to face your wedding guests, “It should be noted that the first two weeks of December that year there was a horrendous snow storm in Vancouver so I initially didn’t believe him. Until he FaceTimed me the next day trekking through the snow holding a bouquet of lavenders that was bigger than his head, which is ideally a huge thing of flowers. He told me he was going to meet a girl for dinner. He called me again the next day, this time he was demanding to speak to our mom to learn how to make pasta as he was having someone over for dinner.”

Jack’s story earned laughs from the guests. Jack smiled at you and Quinn as he continued, “This continued through the remainder of December and the majority of January. It was nearing a month he’d been needing dating advice. So he called me once again trekking through the snow, but that time he wasn’t alone.” Jack turned to face you with a smile, “I was complaining about whatever stupid crap a 17 year old boy would. And then I saw Quinn get pelted in the face with a snowball. Then I heard Y/N squeal as she and Quinn ran through the snow covered streets of Vancouver throwing snowballs at each other and giggling.”

You laughed softly as you melted into your husbands side into a warm embrace, “I quickly learned that Y/N was perfect for my brother which was unexpected because Y/N is classy, kind and beautiful and Quinn is not. But after meeting her I have never had to question or wonder if my brother made the right choice. Because from the moment I met her, Y/N has shown nothing but grace, love and support for not just Quinn but my entire family. I could not be more proud to say, welcome to the family sis.” Your eyes welled with tears as you stood to go hug Jack, “I always wanted a little brother to annoy.” Jack smiled as he hugged you, “I always wanted a sister.”

You returned to your seat next to your husband as your best friend, Gracie stood up with the microphone, “I hold here a hot pink notebook sheet of paper dated April 13th 2006, it reads ‘GG I have a secret. I have to tell someone so your my friend now that I told you. Mrs Tkachuck’s son is cute. He is always skating at recess. I think he has really nice hair, maybe my husband will too. Anyways I got peanut butter sandwiches for lunch what did you get?’ This was the first note I ever received.”

You covered your face with your hands as you heard your husband whisper, “Please tell me it wasn’t Brady.” You laughed as Gracie continued, “The boy in the note did have really nice hair. Matthew Tkachuck everyone. That note would be seen as two 7 year old girls agreeing that a 9 year old was cute and bonding over lunch. But for me that singular note written in real glitter pen by the 7 year old who had no friends because she didn’t let anyone say anything mean to her. You, Y/N changed my life at just 7 years old.”

Quinn squeezed your hand reassuringly as you blinked back soft tears as Gracie continued, “You wouldn’t know this, because I never told you. But on Friendsgiving in 2018, when I pulled the longer side of the wishbone. I wished for you to find someone who would alter your life the way you altered mine. And then 13 days later I got a voicemail from you at 3 am. You had claimed you found the love of your life and his name was win. I unanimously decided that his name probably wasn’t actually win but more likely Quinn.”

You felt your gaze soften as Quinn pressed a kiss to your temple as your best friend finished her speech, “To my beautiful, perfect, amazing and wonderful best friend. To the rest of your life with a guy who treks through the snow a day after meeting you. PS your husband did end up having good hair.” You and Quinn erupted into soft giggles as you looked at each other. You smiled up at Quinn, “I so would have written love notes to you in teal glitter pens.” Quinn laughed, “I would trek through a million snowstorms to bring you flowers.”

You melted into a kiss as your mother in law took the stage, “My biggest baby. In your entire life I have only seen you love three things. Your family, hockey and the beautiful woman that is sitting next to you. And none of those things are in order. From the moment I met Y/N it was clear to me that you loved her more than anything else in the world. It’s in the eyes. You, Quinn Hughes have very telling eyes. I could tell by your eyes when you pushed Jack face first down a slide when you were 5 and he was 3. I knew from the look in your eyes the first time you snuck out. And I knew when I saw your eyes light up when Y/N offered to take Jack and Luke to hockey practice so me and your father could have a break.”

Ellen continued as she smiled at you, “I knew that you were long gone, there was no coming back. You were head over heels for her and honestly I think I was a little bit as well. For as long as I remember you and your brothers never liked each others friends or associates. Don’t get me started on girlfriends. But Jack and Luke came home and would not shut up about how much they liked Y/N. I knew then that she was perfect for you and she fit like a missing puzzle piece of our family. So it didn’t come as a shock to me when you called me less than a year later asking me to help you pick out engagement rings.”

Your jaw dropped, you hadn’t known that Quinn had thought about marrying you so quickly. Ellen smiled at you and her eldest son, “To my beautiful son and his even more beautiful wife. Watching you two navigate life together has been one of the most gracious gifts I’ve ever received.” You smiled warmly at your mother in law as you rested your head on your husbands shoulder, “So I’m picking up on the fact that apparently everyone around us including us knew from the beginning of our relationship that we’d end up here. Is it just me?” Quinn kissed your cheek, “Nope, definitely not just you.”

[theemporium]

Blues lagoon, number 15 with Quinn Hughes pleaseeee 🩵

decided to put this in the quinn x luke's bff!reader universe👀thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

15. "You heard that?"

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The trip to spend the long weekend in Vancouver had been a spur of the moment decision. 

You only had one class in the morning on Thursday. Your next class wasn’t actually until next Wednesday. And most of your friends were either heading back home or having their parents visit them on campus. But with your parents swamped at work and no other plans in place, you thought it would be the perfect excuse to go visit Quinn when you had the chance. 

Since his impromptu visit during the first month of college, neither of you had the chance to see the other in person. You missed him. He missed you. There were worse time differences out there but it was still a little difficult to navigate the long distance relationship thing. 

You thought he would be happy to see you. 

You thought he had been missing you just as badly, that he had been craving to spend that honeymoon phase of your relationship together. 

You realised you were wrong when you showed up to his apartment, suitcase in tow as you used the hidden spare key to let you in—only to overhear Quinn talking to Elias in the living room. 

“I don’t know, it’s just…she’s young, you know?” 

“She is the same age as Luke.” 

“Exactly! She’s Luke’s best friend. I shouldn’t…I don’t know. Maybe this whole thing is a mistake. What if it gets messy? What if it’s not worth it?” 

“Quinn—” 

“She’s still young and in college and maybe this is just a small fling to her. Maybe the excitement will just wear off for her, I don’t know.” 

The door clicking shut behind you seemed to finally catch the boy’s attention as his head snapped around, his eyes widening when he saw you standing by the entrance of his apartment with your suitcase in one hand a bouquet of flowers you picked up at the airport in the other.

“You really think of me like that? That I’m some dumb college kid who doesn’t know what she wants?” You spoke, your voice soft and raw and, fuck, it made Quinn’s heart shatter a little. 

He quickly stood up, shaking his head. “Baby, it wasn’t like that—” 

“No, you just don’t know if it’s worth it though,” you snapped back, unable to help yourself. Even if the wince painted across his face didn’t give you the satisfaction you wanted. 

Quinn gulped a little. “You heard that?” 

“Yeah, I fucking did,” you muttered before shoving the bouquet of flowers against his chest before turning back around. “This was a mistake, I’m sorry.” 

Quinn took a step forward, reaching for your wrist. “Babe, wait—”

“I should have just headed to Jersey,” you said as you pulled your wrist from his hold, your eyes blank and cold. “At least I know a Hughes brother who would have at least appreciated me there.” 

He couldn’t even find the words to speak as he watched you leave his apartment, a flurry of emotions washing over him before he let out a string of curses. 

“You fucked up,” Elias spoke from behind him.

“I know,” Quinn gritted through clenched teeth.

“Well, if she’s worth it—”

“She is,” he said quickly. “She is fucking worth it, okay? I’m going to fix it.”

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[bitchinbarzal]

24. "There are flowers on the doorstep." "Who from?" "| think that you have a secret admirer."

And 62. "I'm your secret admirer." With Jeremy Swayman ❤️🙌🏻

The knock on your door got you stepping away from your work desk.

You opened the door to find a bouquet of flowers on the floor. Your neighbour, Mrs Stevenson was admiring them on her way out

“There are flowers on your doorstep!”

As if you couldn’t see them yourself

“Who from?” You asked aloud, looking around and she shrugged

“I think you have a secret admirer sweetheart” and left. You picked them up and checked for a card, no card.

You went the rest of the day trying to figure out who had sent them. You’d text Jeremy on his way back from Vancouver and told him

Got flowers!! have a secret admirer 👀

ohhh lucky girl! were they nice?

so nice! They look expensive! How was the roadie?

meh really excited to be home. land at 5:30

coming over? You can help me find my future husband lol

He didn’t reply after that, you assumed he was coming over anyway. He did, opening the door a little after 7 with bag in his hand, the heart pattern on it catching your eye.

“Whatcha got?”

He smiled, holding the bag out “I’m your secret admirer. Happy Valentine’s”

Your eyes are wide “It was you?!”

“Who else knows those are your favourite flowers?”

You stopped for a moment “you’re right… how didn’t I realise”

Jeremy places that bag down on your table before throwing himself onto your couch beside you “you’re not the brightest bulb in the box”

You feign an insulted look “So you bought me flowers and gifts for valentines… got something to ask me?”

He smirked, his fingers brushed over your jaw “Will you be my valentine, sweet girl?”

“I thought you’d never ask”

[writingwithciara]

crossing enemy lines -connor bedard-

summary: connor and y/n tell quinn about them, then decide to hard launch their relationship to the entire world

word count: 857

pairing: connor bedard x hughes!reader

notes: this is a tie-in fic for my connor bedard social media series on my @socialfakes account. it should be read BEFORE the 4th social media post if you want some context. if not, you may read it whenever you want to 😊

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y/n was visiting quinn when she got a facetime request from connor. quinn glanced at her phone when it rang but luckily, she had his contact name set to something that wouldn't make quinn question it.

"y/n, you've got an incoming call from...who the hell is CBB?"

"collection agency probably."

"but why are they requesting to facetime?"

"who the hell knows, quinn? i stopped questioning things that get done." she grabbed her phone from the couch and ventured into the guest room to answer it. when connor's smiling face appeared, y/n smiled.

"hey, babe. how's vancouver?"

"it's great. aside from the fact that quinn is suspicious of us and is probably out in the living room trying to figure out who the hell CBB is."

"who is CBB?" connor raised an eyebrow and looked at the camera.

"it's you, dumbass." y/n giggled. "have to keep you under a code name until we tell people about us."

"speaking of that, when do you think we should? we've been dating for 5 months and it's been such a hard secret to keep. i just want to share with the world just how much i love you."

"i love you too." y/n sighed. "i think we should tell quinn first. he's my older brother and he's also the most calm. he could help us figure out how to tell jack and luke without them going crazy. plus, don't tell anyone this, but quinn is also my favorite."

"you're right. and i know. he's like a god to you, isn't he?"

"admired him my whole life honestly." y/n couldn't help but grin at him. she loved how much he knew about her. it showed her that he was attentive. "you guys are playing vancouver next week, right?"

"yeah. 4 days actually." connor smiled.

"good. i'll still be here so we can tell quinn together and then it won't look suspicious when i leave with you."

"sounds like a perfect plan, babe." connor looked off camera for a second then smiled. "i gotta go to practice now but i'll call you later."

"alright. i'll let you know when quinn's not around."

"i love you."

"i love you too." y/n smiled and hung up the phone. she went to open her door but quinn beat her to it.

"i still don't know who CBB is but i heard you say you love whoever you were just talking to. who was it?"

"it was luke. he was calling to say he missed me."

"i call bull on that. i know you have a boyfriend and i just want to know who it is."

"you'll meet him in 4 days. we plan to tell you first, okay?"

"okay. i appreciate it." quinn went to turn back towards the living room but stopped himself. "am i really your favorite?"

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the next 4 days passed by quicker than anyone expected and soon, the blackhawks were in vancouver.

y/n texted connor and told him to stop by the apartment for dinner. she decided she was going to spend all day making quinn's favorite meal, hoping it would ease the tension.

when the doorbell rang, quinn hopped up and got to the door before y/n could stop him. he swung the door open and saw connor standing with a bottle of something and a bouquet of flowers.

quinn glanced between his sister and the young hockey star.

"you're dating connor?"

"um....yeah. please don't be mad. i know you really don't want me to be dating anyone but i'm 21 and i love him. nobody can stop me from dating him."

"relax, i'm not mad. i was actually hoping you'd find someone soon. really glad it's not someone who's way older than you." quinn looked at connor and smiled. "how long have you guys been together?"

"almost 6 months." y/n answered for connor, who stood at the door shyly. quinn invited him in and smiled.

"6 months and you've managed to hide it this long? i'm proud of you, bug."

"bug?" connor looked at y/n.

"it's short for ladybug. when i was 6, i was obsessed with ladybugs and quinn has never let me live it down since."

"oh. that's cute." connor smiled and followed the siblings to the dining room.

"i think it's embarrassing but he doesn't care."

"i prefer to think of it as a good thing. if a ladybug lands on you, it's supposed to be good luck & having you in my life makes me feel lucky."

"he's got a good point, love. you make me feel lucky too."

"i love you. both of you." y/n smiled. "nobody else is to know of the nickname though. okay?"

"okay." the boys smiled.

the rest of the visit went smoothly. quinn was incredibly accepting of the relationship his little sister was in. when they told luke and jack, they were accepting but luke felt a little hurt. he didn't like that y/n had kept a secret from him.

telling the rest of the world seemed so much easier now that everyone close to them knew.

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[toasttt11]

flowers

Connor sending flowers to his favorite girl when she went back to her apartment in Vancouver for the 2023-2024 season.

The bouquet Connor sent Carter for the holidays.

What Carter woke up to on birthday in 2024, all of them from Connor.

The flowers Connor brought when he picked Carter up when she was in Chicago for their first game against each other in the NHL.

The bouquet of flowers Connor made when Carter came to Chicago in summer 2023 to spend a few days with him.

The bouquet of flowers Connor sent Carter when she was at the Hughes lake house, and everyone figured out she had someone special.

Connor made Carter pull over when they were on a drive because he saw the most perfect orange flowers, and he jumped out of the car and picked them for her.

Connor made Carter a tiny bouquet of flowers out of paper so that they would never die.

Connor loves to write notes for Carter especially when he can actually give the flowers to Carter and not send them to her.

[prettyboysinmyheart]

saige rambling to quinn about ollie after she meets him and he’s like oh she’s all grown up

After her trip to London she ended up taking a flight to Vancouver to see Quinn. She missed her big brother and also wanted him to know about the boy she met in London.

at Quinn’s apartment, they both stood at the kitchen counter preparing themselves breakfast. She watched her brother cut up her favorite fruits before putting them on her plate while she flipped the blueberry pancakes she had been craving.

“I have something to tell you” Saige said quietly as a small smile appeared on her face.

Quinn stopped what he was doing and put his focus on his little sister. He nodded his head to let her know to keep talking.

“While mom and I were in London we bumped into this boy… he was really cute. So sweet and omg he had the prettiest smile” she paused for a second to think back to the day he had randomly showed up to her hotel room with a small bouquet of flowers.

Her older brother looked at her with tears in his eyes. His sister was experiencing love for the first time and it was a beautiful sight to see. As much as it hurt him to see her grow up so fast, he knew he needed to put that aside and support the new relationship.

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[dylan-duke]

Is Nora spending Mother's Day with Ellen?

yes!!!

nora bubbe and gramps spend the day together in vancouver

nora and quinn had worked on a card a couple of days ago for ellen and she wakes up so excited to give it to her bubbe.

quinn also makes sure that he, luke and jack are sending her three separate bouquets of flowers to his apartment

[snorky]

Pastries 'n Dessert

Hey y’all! Happy Halloween if you celebrate it! If not, that’s okay, and I hope you’ve had a wonderful day. I wrote a fluffy sweet fic for y’all about Nils Höglander, one of my favorite Vancouver Canucks besides Quinn. I hope you all enjoy this! Take care of yourself!

Pairing: Nils Höglander x F!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: None

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Living, coexisting with Nils was one of the best things that she could list about her life. It was always a warm, relaxing, and calm moment whenever he was around her. He was the rock that grounded her. Whenever she was reading a book, relaxing with him on her couch, or making dinner for the both of them after a game, she was always content. And so was he.

He found it so peaceful when he was with her, a stark contrast to his life as a hockey player in Vancouver. She helped him whenever he needed to relax, or when he needed some support. Her smile was contagious, and it was evident whenever he was around her. She was a breath of life for him.

She moved to Vancouver for a job position that was being offered, and she met Nils on one of her first few days in the area.

“Oof—” she sputtered as she bumped into someone at the supermarket. “I’m so sorry.” She looked up at the man she accidentally bumped into. 

His warm smile immediately caught her attention. “It’s okay,” he said gently, a slight accent in his voice.

Her face warmed up at how sweet he was, and she appreciated a friendly encounter for her first time in Vancouver. It was a slightly difficult transition from her hometown to here, getting groceries being a part of it.

“Excuse me, sir?” She turned to face him before continuing her question. His hand froze as he was about to grab something off of the shelf. “Could you help me grab that, please?” She pointed at the can of baking powder that sat high on the top shelf, out of her reach.

He looked at her and smiled, before reaching up and grabbing it for her. As he handed the can of baking powder to her, he noticed how her smile was radiant.

“Thank you so much, sir,” she said as she placed the item in her basket.

He nodded and smiled, “You’re welcome, and I like your dress,”

She looked down at her dress, noticing the simple floral pattern along the hem, and turned her gaze back to the man and blushed slightly. “Thank you,”

As she walked away, she turned back to look at him again, noticing how he smiled softly at her, his cheeks slightly rosy, and she smiled back. They both parted ways in the aisle, going in opposite directions, and she thought that she’d never see him again. Just a friendly guy at the supermarket.

Standing in the flower section of the store, she wandered around, looking at all the assortments of florals. Some were simple and elegant, like a bouquet of red roses, and others were more vibrant, such as a bouquet of tiger lilies. Carefully, she picked up a bouquet full of soft peonies, and held it in her hands as she walked to pay for her groceries.

She paid and bagged her groceries, and walked out of the supermarket into the warm late-summer sun. The breeze brushed past her gently, contrasting with the warm sun like a dance on the street.

Later that evening, she went to relax in her apartment, cozying up in her pajamas on the couch. She grabbed one of her favorite novels and started reading it, getting lost in the words and pages.

When the sun remained warm and soft in the sky, she decided to go out once more, but this time to a local bakery down Main Street. The walk there was peaceful, simple, and quiet. Summer was gently fading away, and she could tell from the cool breeze that was more frequent. Trees aligned along the sidewalk still stood tall and beautiful, the soft petals of blossoming leaves slowly fading away.

Stepping inside the quaint and small bakery, the scent of freshly baked desserts engulfed her senses. She peered into the clear displays that showcased each baked good, deciding on what to pick.

As she was lost in thought, she took a step back and bumped into someone mistakenly.

“Oh—” She cursed to herself before turning around to apologize. “Pardon me, I am so sorry—” 

When she looked up, she didn’t expect to see the face of the man she had seen at the supermarket the previous day. “It’s okay,” he chuckled. “Nice to see you again.” He stuck out his hand for her to shake.

Gently taking his hand, she shook it, noticing how warm it felt in hers, and introduced herself.

“That’s a lovely name,” he said warmly. “I’m Nils.” He smiled.

“I like your name as well, Nils.”

His cheeks warmed up at the sound of how nice his name sounded when she said it, and he continued to smile. “What do you plan to get from here today?” he asked curiously. “If you don’t mind telling me of course,” he added.

She let out a friendly laugh, “I don’t mind, but I’m not sure what to get, actually,”

He nodded in understanding and looked at the displays with her, observing the baked goods that were set out. They stood next to each other, side by side in silence. It felt calm beside him, as if she could be beside him for quite a long time without discomfort.

“Should I get a blueberry scone? I’ve never tried it before,” he said, breaking the silence.

She turned to him in shock, “You’ve never tried a blueberry scone before?”

“Well, I’m not from here,” he laughed lightly, awkwardly rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. “Why don’t I order it and try it? I could get to know to know you as well,”

Her heart warmed at the idea of getting to know Nils a little better, even though she had just met him. “That sounds like a good idea, I’ll get a scone as well,”

They both waited for the bakery clerk to grab them their scones, and as they waited, the soft hum of music flowed through the air. 

She looked over to him, noticing how angelic he looked, how his cheeks were strong, and yet soft, how his hair seemed to gently fall on his face, and how his eyes were warm and sweet.

When he noticed her looking, he gave her a smile, and she awkwardly smiled back when she realized that he had noticed.

“Is there something on my face?” he chuckled lightly.

“No, no,” she blurted. “You look fine, I mean good. You look good,”

A soft pink tint covered his face as he smiled, and she became flushed in embarrassment for tripping over her own words.

After a little while, the clerk came out and took their order of two scones and placed it in a bag for the both of them. Once they rang up their order, Nils quickly pulled out his wallet to pay, and put his other hand on her wrist, gently stopping her from reaching into her bag. 

“It’s okay, I’ll pay for the both of us,” he said sweetly. She smiled and quietly thanked him.

The worker then handed the bag with their two pastries inside to Nils as he gave them the cash. “Anything else I can get for you lovely couple?”

Both Nils and her became rosy-cheeked in embarrassment for the clerk to mistake them for a couple, but they remained quiet and didn’t correct them. “That’s all for today, thank you so much,” she said kindly.

They then walked outside and sat at a small table underneath a canopy with two chairs across from each other. Nils reached into the bag, pulled out one of the scones, and handed it to her, which she accepted politely.

He carefully took a bite out of the blueberry scone, making sure not to leave crumbs everywhere, and he hummed in delight. “It’s tasty!” His eyes shone with brightness, amplifying his cheeks.

She smiled at him, enjoying his happiness over a scone. “I’m glad to hear that you think it’s good.” Taking a bite out of her own scone, she noticed the soft flavors of the blueberry within the scone and how it blended so well with the dough.

As they continued to enjoy their breakfast together, an easy conversation flowed between them like warm butter. Small talk about their morning and simple introductions seemed necessary for a proper first-time meeting.

“I remember you said you’re not from here, Nils.” She wiped her mouth with a napkin, removing any excess crumbs. “Where are you from? If you don’t mind telling me,”

He chuckled at how polite she was, but truly, he appreciated her manners. “I’m from Sweden,” he said happily. 

Her smile expressed fascination, “That’s lovely!” she beamed. “How is it there?”

“It’s amazing! Where I’m from it’s usually colder in the winter and I can spend time outdoors.” He spoke with such a genuine smile that made her smile as well. “What about yourself?”

“Oh, well I’m not from here, but I came here for a job I was looking for,” she paused, “Actually, I just moved here a couple of days ago.”

His head tilted in interest as she talked with his face bright. “So you’re new to Vancouver?”

Nodding her head, she responded, “Yes, I am.”

“Well I’m here to help you around if you need it,” he said warmly.

She smiled at his kindness, and they both continued to enjoy the warm morning and their breakfast. It was a comfortable silence, not awkward, and they felt like they could get used to it quickly. Nils didn’t mind the silence, but he had a slight preference for her voice. And what he didn’t know was that she enjoyed him talking as well.

As they finished up their food, they both knew they didn't want to separate, despite their schedules forcing them to. He could tell that she wanted to stay a little longer, the way she slightly hesitated to get up and walk away from him, and how she seemed sullen to leave.

“I’m sorry if this is an—” he paused as she looked at him curiously, “—invasive question?” She tilted her head in slight confusion and hoped that he’d go on. “May I have your phone number? I’d like to spend more time with you,” he blushed.

She gave him a soft smile and nodded. “Of course, Nils. I enjoyed spending time with you today.” Her own face blushed, her heart slowly falling for him.

After she put her phone number into his phone, they both parted ways with a friendly hug, and to their sadness, walked away from each other in different directions. She looked back once more, and saw that he too was looking back. He waved at her, a simple gesture that seemed to mean so much to her. Waving back, she saw his smile, and her heart seemed to dance.

When she returned to her apartment, she realized that she hadn’t gotten Nils’ number, but he had hers. Disappointment slowly swirled around her, hoping that he was genuine about wanting to spend more time with her.

She slumped onto her couch, grabbing the book that she was reading to distract herself from the disappointment and worry that was simmering inside of her. After a few hours flew by past her, she was snapped out of her book by a call from an unknown number.

Picking up the phone, she answered with a slightly nervous tone. “Hello?”

“Hey, this is Nils by the way. I wanted to call you to check if you got home safe? I know it’s a little late, which I’m sorry for. I had hockey practice a few minutes after we left and I had just gotten home.”

She could tell that he was genuine, even through the phone. “I got home safe Nils, and you don’t have to apologize,”

“I’m glad to hear that,” he became silent for a brief moment, collecting his thoughts. “Oh, and I hope you had a nice time earlier today, I really enjoyed it.”

“I did enjoy it, very much so, and I’m happy to hear that you enjoyed it as well,”

Her heart seemed to fall for him quicker than she thought, but quickly, she pushed her feelings aside, justifying it as her being in a new place and finding someone she enjoyed.

They both continued to talk on the phone for a little while longer, but once again, they had to part ways.

“I really enjoyed talking to you again Nils,”

“I enjoyed talking to you as well,” he hesitated slightly before adding, “it’s always lovely talking to you,”

She blushed once more and smiled, “As for you too, Nils, I’ll see you again.”

As the call ended, she relaxed on her couch, a permanent smile on her face it seemed as she thought about him. He just seemed so sweet and kind to be around and to know as a person.

Over the next few months, she grew closer to Nils, spending more time around him, whether it be for lunch or coffee, and on some occasions, at his place relaxing. She felt like she had known Nils for ages, learning more about his family and personal life, as well as being able to feel comfortable and safe around him.

Winter came around, snow started to fall in Vancouver. Nils became busy on the ice, netting plenty of goals and assists, and she celebrated each and every one of them with him after his games. 

“Nils! You did amazing tonight!” She pulled him into a hug as he walked into her apartment after the 5-2 win against Seattle, shaking the snow off of his boots.

He laughed as he hugged her back, wrapping his arms around her. “Thank you, I appreciate it.”

It was almost a tradition by now that he would come over to her place after a home game, win or lose, and enjoy some food that they prepared together. When he was gone for an away game, he’d call her from his hotel room and talk about his day with her, and she’d listen to him talk.

“Nils, could you pass me the cold butter, please?” She asked as she stirred the mixture of flour, baking powder, sugar, baking soda, and salt together.

He walked over to her fridge, opened it, and knew where she put everything by heart. As he grabbed the butter and walked over to her, he noticed how truly lovely she looked, illuminated only by the soft golden glow of the cooktop light.

“Do you want me to cube the butter?” His voice was quiet, almost shy even, and she caught on. Almost.

“That’d be lovely, thank you,” she said, looking over to him. “You know my recipe well it seems,” 

He gave her a sheepish smile, before placing the butter down on the cutting board to cut it into small cubes. They continued to work together in silence, occasionally broken by her humming her favorite song or Nils asking a simple question on what to do.

After she finished kneading the biscuit dough with some buttermilk Cand placed it in the fridge, she started making the strawberries, first cutting them up carefully into smaller, bite-sized pieces. Nils watched her carefully, making sure that she would accidentally injure herself, although he knew she wouldn’t. When she finished slicing the strawberries, she coated them in a good amount of sugar, stirring it in to allow the flavors to be more sweet.

As she placed the bowl to the side, she started wiping down the counter, cleaning the flour and anything that spilled. Nils offered and tried to help her wipe down the counter, but she wouldn’t allow it. “Nils, please,” she looked at him with sincerity, “allow me to do it, you can go rest on the couch and relax since you’ve played such an amazing game tonight,”

The way she looked at him made him feel warm inside, his heart melting. He felt like he was in love, but he knew he had been for a long time now. It’s just that now, he realized it so clearly. He hummed as he nodded, walking over to her couch and resting on it, allowing his muscles to relax.

When she was done cleaning, she walked over to Nils resting on the couch, and sat beside him. He looked at her, vulnerable and almost worried, and she noticed. “Nils, what’s wrong?”

He knew he should just relax and enjoy the night, just like any other night he had spent at her apartment after a game. But when he looked at her again, he felt like he could barely speak.

“I’m okay,” he spoke quietly. “I’m just tired, that’s all.”

She gently placed her hand on his forehead, checking if he felt hot to the touch in case of a fever. “Nils, you’re a little warm.” Her expression was slightly worried. “Here,” she said as she stood up from beside him. “I’m going to get you some water, you need to be hydrated,”

He watched as she got up and walked to the kitchen, grabbing him a bottle of water. When she came back, she handed him the bottle, gently grasping it in her hands. Grabbing the bottle, he quietly thanked her as he took a sip of it, hoping to make her less worried about him.

She smiled as he took a sip of water, and then got up to walk back to the kitchen. “If you’re feeling better Nils, you can always help me in the kitchen,”

“Of course, anything to help you.” His words were true, and more true than she knew.

Standing in the kitchen, she worked on making the whipped cream from scratch, mixing the heavy cream with some sugar and vanilla extract until it was fluffy. Nils got up from the couch and walked over to her, watching her make the whipped cream.

“Feeling a little better, Nils?”

  He nodded his head, “Yes, thank you,”

“It’s no worry, I’m here if you need anything.” Her words seemed to flow sweetly, like a river of milk and honey when she talked.

One of his favorite things about her was how her eyes seemed to light up when she smiled. He adored her laugh and voice, as well as how beautiful she looked constantly. She was an angel and so much more in his eyes.

“Oh, Nils?” She turned to look at him, his gentle presence beside her. “Could you help me prepare the biscuits, please?”

“Of course, do you want me to place them inside the baking tin?”

“Mhm, that’d be perfect, thank you, Nils.”

He opened the fridge and removed the biscuit dough she had placed in there earlier. Setting it on the counter, he started to unwrap the foil that encased the dough, and then set it on the counter. He grabbed a knife and started to cut circles into the dough and arranged the pieces into the baking tin.

“I already preheated the oven, can you brush the tops of the biscuits with buttermilk if you can?”

“Yes I can,” he said as he grabbed a spoon and some of the buttermilk. 

Carefully, he poured the buttermilk onto the biscuits and spread it with his spoon. She turned around and saw Nils trying his best. His hair stuck to his forehead, the golden light from the cooktop light shining on him like a halo. Her laugh couldn’t be contained and Nils had heard her.

“Nils, it’s okay.” She handed him a pastry brush to help him spread the buttermilk.

He took it from her and laughed lightly, “Thanks, you’re amazing.”

After he finished brushing the biscuits with buttermilk, he placed them into the oven and allowed them to bake. He then proceeded to help her clean the kitchen, wiping down the counters as she washed the dishes. 

When they both finished, they stood in the kitchen together in silence, waiting for the biscuits to finish. He looked over at her, noticing how tired she was. She had no sharp features it seemed, she was all soft and fuzzy, gentle and warm.

“Are you alright? You seem a little sleepy,” he spoke softly. He always seemed to speak softly around her, never raising his voice in anger or even annoyance. Although, he was sure he had never experienced those emotions when he was with her.

“I’m okay Nils, I’m okay.” She looked up at him, a soft smile forming on her face.

He smiled back, his heart feeling fuzzy at the sight of her. “Okay, älskling,” he murmured the last part of his sentence that had slipped up, hoping she didn’t hear.

She turned to look at him again, “Hm? Did you say something, Nils?”

His face was now covered in a soft blush, “Yes, I uh—” he paused. “I said you’re beautiful,” He didn’t say that, but he wanted to. His heart felt beyond warm and he so badly wanted to have her hear the words he’d been thinking about the whole time.

Her face was now also covered in a blush, “Nils, c’mon,” she laughed lightly, unsure if he was serious.

“I mean it. I’ve been wanting to tell you since I’ve met you.” He turned to face her, his eyes meeting hers. It was always her vibrant eyes, her sweet personality, and her in general that he thought was beautiful.

She rested her hand against his chest gently and looked at him. “Nils,” she spoke quietly, “you’re beautiful as well, so beautiful.” Her fingers delicately swept some of his hair that fell onto his forehead away and cupped his face. 

His eyes moved to her lips, noticing how delicate and soft they looked. “May I kiss you?” His voice remained a whisper, afraid to break something that wasn’t there.

“Please, Nils,”

He gently pressed his lips against hers, a sweet exchange of their souls between them. He softly put his hand on her lower back, pulling her closer to him. It felt so perfect in that moment, just the both of them standing there together in comfort and peace.

They seemed to melt into each other, a mix of perfection and pure adoration. He’d hoped that time would freeze so that he’d be stuck here forever with her, his arms around her as he kissed her sweetly.

When they pulled away for a breath of air, their true beauty was revealed to each other. He saw her with such love and admiration that he felt like he was in a dream. She noticed every detail of his face, every freckle like a star in the sky, his eyes brighter than the sun.

“So,” she started to talk, her cheeks rosy, “what does älskling mean?”

He chuckled, his cheeks a shade of pink, “Darling, it means darling,”

“May I be your darling then?”

Looking at her, he knew that it was worth it to be with her, for as long as he could be. “Of course, but only if I’m yours.” He leaned into her, making sure she was okay, and kissed her lips again, gently, and sweetly.

[jamiedryssnail]

First Date

Golden Au

Fraser knew he had to impress the bedard sister with the first date. Hence why he showed up to her door with a bouquet full of flowers. He did make the bouquet himself claiming the pre made one’s are to expensive.

As Fraser rung the doorbell the nerves started. The door was opened by the one and only Connor Bedard. I mean it was almost Christmas time was he expecting him to not be there he thought to himself.

What made it even awkward was that Connor had no idea about the date. “Bud I didn’t know you were coming over” Connor said not realising the situation he had on his hands.

“Oh yeah actually” he was cut off by Connor pulling him into the house. “Where did you come from a date or something, why so fancy”. With that Fraser froze not sure what to say next.

As if on queue Minnie walked down the stairs looking as stunning as ever, or so Fraser thought. She was wearing a black mini skirt, white baby tee, and burgundy leather jacket. All tied together with a pair of black cowboy boots.

“We’re ya going miss Amelia” Connor teased still unaware of the situation. “Oh my god you are so dumb” she said hiding a laugh. “I got these for you” Fraser explained to the girl giving her the flowers. That’s when Connor finally put two and two towards. “Oh shit that’s gross guys, and you couldn’t have waited til new year so I could win the bet”.

“Ok we’ll anyways by Connor” Minnie said as she grabbed Fraser’s hand. As they walked down the front steps of the house Fraser sped up a little to open the door for minnie.

“Thanks fras” she said quietly her cheeks turning rosy. As they drove to the restaurant they laughed and talked the whole way. Fraser always knew how to make Minnie laugh.

They pulled up to the restaurant and Minnie could not believe her eyes. “Your joking, your joking I have been trying to get into this place for months”! She squealed with excitement.

Minnie was vegan and let’s just say Vancouver did not have a lot of options restaurant wise. Fraser did a ton of research for hours on end to find the best of the best for her. He did have to pay extra but he got in he had to for her.

There date went fantastic they talked for hours on end. He may have not liked the food but she absolutely loved it. It became one of there usuals after that. They drove home in peace, finally reaching the Bedard house. Fraser got out and opened Minnie’s door for her, walking her to the front door.

Already freezing from the cold evening temperature, Minnie was eager to get back inside and Fras to his car. But before that Fraser knew he had to go in for a kiss. Obviously he had to so he leaned in and they shared a magical first kiss. They knew there were many more of those coming.

[youcouldmakealife]

LBTE: Jared (125-127)

Birthdays! Playoffs! The fucking Kansas City Scouts.

If you'd like to read along, IJ(aoe)'s series page is here.

125. Many Happy Returns

The Canucks are second in the west but they don’t have a mathematical chance in hell to catch up to Kansas City, who’s blown every other team in the league out of the water, and hold a firm enough lead to almost certainly win the President’s Trophy.

Cue fist shake at the Scouts.

He feels guilty about it, rooting for Bryce to succeed but not succeed too much, hoping that the Flames succeed enough to make the postseason but not enough to earn a date with the Canucks.

Because Jared has absolutely no idea what that would lead to, whether they’d be able to put it aside or not, the fact the rest of their season depends on their husband’s team losing. Jared already gets annoyed when Bryce plays particularly well against him in the regular season, how is he going to feel if Bryce is doing it in the playoffs? How’s he going to feel if Bryce throws a borderline hit against one of his teammates, or one of his teammates throws a borderline hit against Bryce? Would he be welcome at their place when they were in Calgary? Would Elaine be comfortable with him staying with her in Vancouver when he’s playing her son?

Jared’s underestimating himself a bit here. He is underestimating Elaine a LOT.

“This is a stupid amount of flowers,” Jared says. It’s heavy it’s so big. And then they’re going to die in a week or two and Bryce will have blown a bunch of money on nothing.

“I love irises,” Elaine says happily, so Jared will grudgingly accept the flowers Bryce has sent, since they make Elaine happy, and that is a noble thing. “Did he leave a note?”

Jared picks a note out of the gigantic mess of flowers — irises, Jared presumes. Jared can tell a rose from a tulip, but that’s about it on his flower knowledge.

Mom loves irises, it says. I wanted to get you flowers but know you don’t care about them so I picked a bouquet that she’d like. Stop frowning at the flowers. Happy 21st babe, I love you. x B

How does it feel to be Known, Jared.

It’s not a game day, so at least Jared isn’t subjected to a post-game shaving cream pie in the face in front of the media, though he is subjected to a post-practice shaving cream pie in the face, courtesy of one Dmitry Kurmazov, and then forced to get lunch with his attacker.

Dmitry: participates in a time-honoured hockey tradition.

Jared: is this harassment?

“Yeah, him and Stephen and Dmitry,” Jared says. “After I got shaving cream pie to the face. It stings like hell when it gets in your eyes.”

“Thank fuck my birthday’s in August,” Bryce says. “Worst tradition ever.”

I don’t think I even need to tell you Bryce feels this way for hair related reasons.

“Hey,” Stephen says. “Jared. Mrs. Marcus?”

“Elaine, please,” Elaine tells him.

“Stephen,” Stephen says, “Gabe’s boyfriend.”

“Oh!” Elaine says, glancing over at Jared. Jared possibly should have told her that at — literally any point.

Might have been a nice heads up, yes.

“That’s a lovely coat, Elaine,” Stephen says.

“Oh, thank you!” Elaine says. “My, um — I got it last mother’s day.”

“Stephen knows about Bryce,” Jared says with a wince, because yeah, that is also a thing she does not know.

Here Elaine was all ‘okay Elaine, don’t mention Bear, and if they ask any questions defer to Jared, you can do this’ the entire drive in, hyping herself up.

Jared has the sudden immature urge to like — stick his tongue out at him, but he resists it. Mostly because Stephen would never let him live it down.

See, Jared and Julius have a brotherhood, and so do Jared and Stephen, but in Stephen’s case Jared is specifically the LITTLE brother. And he hates it.

“Go drink some Gatorade,” Jared says. “Replenish those electrolytes. I can wait ten.”

“Okay,” Bryce says, then, “Love you!”, like Jared isn’t going to talk to him in ten minutes.

Bryce’s refusal to end phone calls with Jared any other way, regardless of the context, is legit one of Jared’s favourite things, though he won’t even admit that to himself.

126. Apprehension

“You played really well tonight,” Jared says. “You’ve been on fire lately.”

Bryce laughs. “Why are you saying that bitchily?” he asks.

Accusatory would be the most accurate descriptor of Jared's tone, but bitchily isn't wrong.

Bryce is quiet for a moment. “Jared,” he says. “Are you mad at me for playing well?”

Jared would feel a little cornered if Bryce didn’t sound amused. “No,” Jared lies anyway.

Bryce is SO fond of this gremlin.

It’s a weird situation to be in, watching game tape, Dmitry talking about chopping at a recently injured ankle — that’s some cold blooded shit Jared is now considering — while bouncing his baby on his knees, breaking off musing about maiming dudes to blow raspberries against his cheek.

Jared's expression at this moment is priceless. There is judgment and horror and disgust and also confusion and is that the slightest bit of…respect?

The final score’s 2-0, but it would have been a completely different story if Kinder hadn’t been standing on his head, the D doing the best they could to help keep it from him in the first place. The Scouts made Bryce look like a ghost out there, which was the worst part.

So the thing about Willy's line -- it's hell. It's a hell line. They can score, obviously they can score, they have two of the most prolific scorers in the NHL, but they are also extremely defensively responsible and physically punishing when they don't have possession. It's an absolute nightmare to play them. The closest anyone has come to solving them is 'endure their shifts'. But then more Scouts arrive onto the ice, and they're no slouches either.

The Flames would put Bryce out against the second line instead to boost the offence at home, but in KC? Scouts have last change, and they have rendered Bryce toothless.

The frustration starts boiling over halfway through the second, the Scouts up by — Jared would prefer not to think about how many goals the Scouts are up by right now. Suffice to say that Kinder is currently wearing a baseball cap and fuming, and if Jared didn’t have a game tomorrow he’d be drinking as much as Elaine is.

Shortly into the second Elaine stopped getting up and going to the kitchen to refill her wine and brought it back into the living room. Shortly into the third, she returned from the kitchen with another bottle.

The Flames are fuming too, and Jared sees flashes of Bryce’s temper he hasn’t seen in years, in every after the whistle scuffle, and then when the second’s drawing to a close, he gets into it hard with Williams, looking genuinely furious.

“Fuck,” Jared says.

“I can’t watch,” Elaine says, hiding her face in Jared’s shoulder. “Tell me when it’s over.”

At least it's not Shithead? Though Playoff Willy is dangerous to everyone, up to and including himself.

They get coincidental roughing minors, the top centre of both teams out, and no one’s really taking advantage of the four on four, while Bryce and Williams don’t stop talking the entire time, it seems, yelling at each other from their respective penalty boxes. They get a lot of footage of that during the second intermission, the talking heads all musing about ‘passion’ and ‘gamemanship’ while Jared just hopes Bryce doesn’t murder or maim the dude.

I love them as much as they hate each other.

Jared can’t honestly say he’s surprised when Bryce ends up right back in the box in the third for cross-checking Williams to his hands and knees right in front of the ref, though he is not impressed.

Bryce Justin Marcus, at least give the refs the opportunity to pretend they didn't see it.

“I used to be that flexible,” Gabe says, sounding a little wistful about it.

“Then you got old,” Jared says.

Poor Gabe. Gets it at home, gets it at the rink. Can't escape.

127 - Defeat

Jared’s not the scorer on their line, that tends to be Gabe with the final finesse or Dmitry with the net-front redirect

Read: with his big ass planted in the blue paint. Surprisingly generous of Jared not to refer to it that way.

“I’ll probably see you before they even get there,” Jared says. “Canada Post takes forever.”

“Just do next-day,” Bryce says.

“Do you know what next-day delivery costs?” Jared says.

Look, Jared WOULD see him before they get there for regular delivery, and next day delivery IS extortionate. But see Jared willfully ignore the existence of Fed-Ex and the like.

Well, Jared could just wander over to their equipment manager and ask for another game puck — there’s plenty, mostly for selling off to fans purposes — but he expects he’d get a look of grave disappointment that he lost like, career milestones, and Disrepected the Importance Of Equipment — he caught that look from Joseph when Dmitry smashed his stick in frustration after he whiffed on a puck tonight — and also he’d always know they were fake, so.

Could you imagine. It’d be like the Tell-Tale Heart, rubberized.

Jared texts Elaine during commercial breaks to keep from getting too antsy between shifts, his dad, who’s in the crowd and can tell him about shit the cameras aren’t catching, that happen when the screen cuts to yet another ‘here’s a big fucking truck for a big tough guy like you.’ ad.

I honestly almost miss ‘hoorah pick up truck for good ol' boys’ ads, now that 90% of ads during hockey games are for betting sites. But they’re still among the remaining 10%, so.

He texted Ash a few times during the first but she just replied with exclamation marks, so Jared suspects she is too in her feelings right now to communicate, which is fair enough.

I appreciate that Jared respects this very understandable position.

Jared would like to un-make that wish.

There is an entire subgenre of fairy tales about how you don’t get to do that, Jared.

Jared grabs a quick bite to eat at the hotel bar, since he’d been too nervous to eat dinner properly, checks the time every few minutes until he knows Bryce has gone through the coaching staff team pissed media bullshit gauntlet, and tries to find somewhere properly secluded to call him, since Carter’s still recuperating in their room.

Jared’s had a roomie change, which is easy to miss since they’re not Julius so they’re dead to him.

“Don’t tell me to stay out of the box,” Bryce says. “Everyone’s already told me to stay out of the box.”

“Stay out of the box, Bryce!” Jared says.

It bears repeating.

“He insulted my mom,” Bryce says. “My mom, Jared.”

Always effective! The classics are the classics for a reason.

Bryce will, however, be in Vancouver for the Canucks’ Game Five, having practically jumped off the plane from Kansas City and right onto one to Vancouver, only cramming in a night of sleep closer in length to a nap, and half of media day — Summers is probably furious Bryce cut out early, not to mention the Flames management — and by the time Jared gets back from the gym to change into a suit for pre-game Bryce is sitting in the kitchen with Elaine, looking tired, worn out.

Bryce still doing himself absolutely no favours with the Flames.

“Everything fucking sucks right now but coming home so I’m just—” Bryce says, and Jared holds him tighter. He’s pretty sure Bryce is crying, and Jared never knows what to do when Bryce cries. He figures the best he can do is just hold on right now, that there’s nothing he can say to make shit better, so that’s what he does, holds on until Bryce is more slumped into him than hugging back.

It was cut out early or break in like this while front of the cameras, honestly, so, no favours or not, Bryce made the right call, because he’d have been eaten alive if he had.

“Didn’t think it’d be a good idea to be in the crowd,” Bryce says apologetically as Jared gets ready to leave, and it absolutely would not be — Jared can’t imagine what the reaction would be if Bryce was seen watching a rival team’s playoff game in a whole other province after cutting out of his own media day, hometown or not.

They would refer to it in his OBITUARY. Dealer’s choice on whether said obituary is many years in the future (but still spoken of bitterly by Flames fans) or very shortly, right after Dave got his hands on him.

“I don’t,” Bryce says.

“Don’t what?” Jared says, when Bryce says nothing else.

“I don’t know,” Bryce mumbles.

“Okay,” Jared says. “That’s okay.”

Jared basically just says ‘okay’ repeatedly during this scene because he doesn’t know what to say but that is for the best, honestly, because Bryce just needs to be heard right then. And held, which Jared is much better at.

“They’re going to blame it on me,” Bryce says, and Jared can’t say anything, because he knows Bryce isn’t wrong. Knows Bryce cutting out early is going to add ammunition to a campaign of condemnation that’s completely out of proportion to what Bryce deserves. Penalties to Bryce resulted in three Scouts goals. He also scored five of the nine goals the Flames managed to get against the Scouts, scored two, including the game-winner, in the only game the Flames won. It isn’t on him, the Flames were up against a juggernaut that they couldn’t figure out how to beat, but that’s not what the narrative’s going to be.

Not that Jared was counting.

Jared was counting, because he knew, just as well as Bryce does, that they’re going to blame it on him. And, because he is Jared, he was tallying just how much that was going to cost.