#gophers hockey

[14faber]

x | a few words from cooley’s support system

[pettypiastri]

loss

matthew knies x reader

wc: 1.5k

warnings: hurt/comfort, swearing, crying, self deprecation, general sad, one moment where matty sort of punches a wall but reader is never on the receiving end of any aggression

a/n: can i write more than hurt/comfort? yes, but a bitch has a favorite. i have never written explicitly with a gn reader before but re-reading this i dont feel like i make any overt references either way so can be read as gn i think (lmk if i missed anything tho!). i wrote this in i think a single hour right after the 2022 usa wjc qf loss and have decided to post it now for no good reason. just a quick lil ficcy only minorly edited: she is beautiful to me as she is :) p.s. let's normalize typically sexual positions between characters as being the most comforting sometimes..

The team is finally given reprieve to undress from their sweaty uniforms and stand face first in a cold shower. As guys towel off, there are soft rumblings of interest in spending the night at respective significant others' hotel rooms rather than the team designated ones. Landon speaks quietly with his Captain on behalf of the room chatter. To those paying attention, Brock slips away and returns a few minutes later. Shortly after, Coach enters the room. The player’s spines shoot up straight, bracing for the impact of a verbal lashing about their poor performance. Instead, Coach Leaman barely lifts one corner of his lips.

“I’ve heard some of you are hoping to spend some time with girlfriends and families… Just make sure you’re back in your team designated hotel rooms at 10am. The bus is leaving for the airport at 10:30am sharp.” 

Bated breaths are released in relief.

~~~

Matthew’s eyebrows have been knitted together for at least an hour. Whether out of genuine frustration or a constant effort not to cry, you’re unsure. You’d have to guess it’s probably both. Your fingers ache to smooth the crease and chastise him lightly for encouraging wrinkles in the space between his strong brows.

You already know what he’ll be trying to convince himself of in his head; they’re failures, poor representations of Team USA, an embarrassment given last year’s first place finish, he didn’t do enough, try hard enough… From your position on the outskirts of postgame media and the shuttling around the players are forced to do, you’ve not made contact with Matthew yet. Haven’t told him how proud you are and how much you love him. How everything in his head is wrong. 

Just when your patience is wearing thin and your arms are starting to ache from being denied holding your love, there starts a steady trickle of players out of the dressing and media rooms. Matthew emerges, shoulders hunched forward and eyes shadowed by the hair he’s too dejected to push out of his face. His eyes scan slowly from behind his wet locks until they land on you. On instinct you smile softly and walk toward him. Your arms slip up his broad chest and around his thick neck, encouraging his sore body to fold into your smaller frame as much as possible. 

You’re not sure if there’s anything fitting to say in this first raw moment together so you stay quiet. Your fingers thread through Matthew’s damp hair just how you know he likes. A huge breath collapses Matthew’s chest against yours. His face drops into your neck as his next inhale hitches.   

“Let’s go… to uh– to yours.” Matthew mutters against your skin, a small sniffle betraying him. 

“Okay baby, let’s go.” Your tone is soft as your hand slides equally gently down his arm to lace his fingers with yours.

The walk is quiet. The streets of Edmonton are nearly desert as it’s half midnight on a Wednesday. Matthew’s stride is normally a workout to try and keep up with but today you find yourself gently tugging him along.

“C’mon big guy… almost there.” Your encouragement seems to break Matthew out of a wordless trance, his pace increasing just slightly. 

Through the lobby and up the elevator you lead him until you're able to get your door open. As the lock clicks shut behind the both of you, Matthew’s final walls break in the safety of your hotel room. He pulls you against his body almost desperately as he heaves a first sob. You cling to him as tight as you can to let him know you’re there but his hands are still restless; he can’t seem to hold you close enough. Matthew hoists you up, your legs moving to wrap around his waist as he presses you against the hotel wall. Now eye level with you, Matthew fits his head firmly into your neck and his arms constrict around your waist; the pressing of his body against yours meaning his exhausted arms don’t have to hold you up.

The tears are free flowing as he sobs quietly into the ‘Knies’ Minnesota jersey adorning your body. You feel your own eyes heat with emotion seeing your love so distraught. 

“It’s okay Matty, I’ve got you. I love you so much. It’s okay to cry, it's just me.” With your reassurance, Matthew balls his fists in the material of your jersey and tries his hardest to bury his face even farther in your skin, seemingly trying to, futilely, escape his own. “I love you Matty… I love you baby.” Is the mantra you settle on as you stroke his hair and his back and his shoulders, never giving him an opportunity to forget that you’re right there. 

“We’re– we’re a fucking em– embarassment!” Matthew spits as his shoulders shake beneath your palms. You feel your heart break a little more. “Out in the fucking… the fucking quarters!” His cry of dismay is punctuated by his palm slamming the wall beside your shoulder. You don’t worry for your safety; you know out of everything, Matthew is the most mindful of you, especially in this moment of heartbreak. 

“Shh Matty shh… don’t talk like that, come on honey.” He shakes his head against your shoulder. 

“What h-happened? We- we were so g-g-good before t-tonight.” 

“I know my love,” you console, “I’m so sorry.” His self deprecation declines as his cries of agony take over again. It’s some while before his tears slow too. 

As his breathing returns, you gently urge your sweet, broken boy to set you down. Having lost your eye level position, Matthew’s bloodshot eyes stare down at you for the first time since entering your hotel room. His face has swollen from so many tears and his upper lip is stained with snot. He wears an expression that you’ve only seen twice before; Frozen Four loss and when his Dad told him he was disappointed in him. You raise your hand to caress his cheek, sagging under the weight of self loathing and grief.

“C’mere…” With a gentle tug you guide him toward the bed in the center of the room. Matty follows without resistance. “Let’s get this off,” you say, lifting his team hoodie over his head and discarding it somewhere unimportant. You try to slip away for just a moment, but Matthew’s hand catching on your thigh protests the separation of your bodies. You're able to just barely reach for a pair of sweatpants.

“Change for me please, big guy.” He does so wordlessly and you take the second he's occupied for to slip to the bathroom. When you return, Matty is drooping again, elbows on his knees to support his head in his hands. Soft hands guide him to sitting again and before he can refold himself, you move to straddle him. His hands wind around you, face returning to its safe space in your neck. 

“Lemme see your face Matty, please.” Reluctantly but compliant as always, Matthew raises just enough for you to cradle his cheek in your hand. You swipe a tissue around his under eyes and most importantly his nose. He sniffles with a pitiful pout. A cool, damp washcloth finds his forehead, urging Matthew’s eyes to flutter closed. It’s a few seconds before you move it to cover his right eye. You stamp a kiss on his forehead. The washcloth travels across every inch of his face, each contact point proceeded with a kiss before you lay it lastly against his sternum hoping the cold will ease his anxiety. 

After tender hands are done cherishing, Matthew finally raises his head on his own accord. His beautiful green eyes find yours. The flecks of sadness in them have begun morphing into exhaustion. You lean forward and press your lips to his in a gentle kiss. Slowly you pull away.

“I love you,” he murmurs, staring deeply in your eyes, the intensity of his admiration comparable to his previous anguish. 

“I love you,” you echo. 

You place the washcloth to the side and stand up to pull back the covers so you can encourage Matthew to lay down. He does but reaches for you immediately. Without hesitation you join him, allowing him to settle atop you. When he finishes shifting into a comfortable position, you embrace him with arms around his back and legs woven with his. You finally find the right words.

“I’m so sorry Matty. I know you wanted to win gold but it’s not your fault. Everyone looked off out there from the start and Czechia fought tooth and nail. You’re an amazing hockey player and the most deserving guy. I’m so sorry but I’m still so so proud of you, always. I love you Matty.” 

Matthew sighs and cuddles further into you in acknowledgement. 

“Thank you. I love you too.” 

You listen to his breathing even out after a while, knowing he finally feels grounded enough to think of sleep. 

“You’re everything to me. I want you forever.” It’s muttered languidly, preciously, against your neck as your fingers continue running through his soft brown hair. His vulnerability makes you blush.

“You already have me… forever.”

[boldysswld]

[wildaboutmnhockey]

I support women's rights. But more importantly I support women's wrongs.

[hyenabeanz]

Emily Zumwinkle scores in Da Beauty League, big sis puts her in a loving headlock - 7/31/24

[prettyboysinmyheart]

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Saviour

Hughes Female reader x Matthew Knies

Warning: creep, alcohol, cursing, fluff Matt

word count: 1.5k

Sorry I have a problem i love using the Hughes sister AU!

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I moved to Minnesota for my freshman year of university. I committed here to play on the women’s hockey team. It’s now November and I do miss my family a lot, I can’t wait for when Luke plays Minnesota so I can see him, same for when we go to Michigan to play there. I knew it was going to be hard since I only know one person in Minnesota and that’s Matt Boldy since he’s friends with my brothers, but he plays in the NHL, so I won’t be seeing him a lot.

My parent’s thought it would be better for me if I got an apartment on campus instead of living in a dorm since they would have a place to stay when they come and visit. I like it thought, I have more privacy here than I would have had if I was in a door. since I have two brothers who already play in the NHL, my face had been in the media and some people only want to try and be friends with me because of them.

Today was Saturday and we have a game at 2:00 p.m. we are playing against Wisconsin. It’s now 12:00 p.m. so I was on my way to the arena. I was wearing black leather pants with a black turtleneck and a maroon blazer. Walking in the arena I saw Olivia, she’s our goalie, she’s also a senior.

“Hey Y/n, you ready for the game?” she asked smiling.

“You know it!” I said chuckling.

“We’ve got this” she said

“Hell yeah we do” I said making her laugh.

We made our way to our locker room and got ready for warm ups and the game.

Thankfully the game went really well and we won 4-1, I got a goal and 2 assist.

There was a party tonight after the men’s game. I think some of the seniors on the men’s team were throwing it. A few girl on my team decided to go so I thought I would to. After the game I made my way home since I usually facetime my mom after every game.

Once I got home I went and took a shower and got dressed into some sweatpants and my Minnesota hoodie. I made my way to my kitchen so I could make myself some food I’m starving. I thought I would make myself some chicken and rice. Before I started cooking I put my phone against the counter and facetimed my mom.

“Hey sweetie” she answered smiling.

“Hey mom”

“What are you up to?”

“Making some chicken and rice, I’m starving” I said making her laugh.

“Of course, you had an amazing game today, I loved the goal” she said smiling.

“Thank you mom, are you going to drive to Luke’s game tonight?” I asked

“Yes, your dad and I thought we drive down”

I nodded.

“If you go down to see him after the game, give him a hug for me” I say smiling. I miss my brother.

“I will, he’s counting the days until he gets to see you” she said smiling

“So am I, same for Jack and Quinn I can’t wait for them to play in Minnesota”

“are you still coming home for Christmas?” she asked

“Yes, we have a week off for Christmas, so I’ll be coming home”

“Good”

My mom and I continued talking and when I ate my food.

Once I was done eating, my mom and I said goodbye. It was around 7:30 p.m. and my brother’s game was starting so I turned it on, they were playing against Ohio State, I might as well watch his game while I get ready for the party. Thankfully Olivia was going to be coming over any minute so we could get ready and pregame together. Since she was a senior, she took me under her wing when I first got here, she’s in the same apartment building as me, so I we always hang out together.

After I turned my brothers game on there was a knock on the door so I went to open it.

“Hey Liv” I said smiling when I saw her on the other side.

“Hey girl” she said coming in.

“Let’s get ready for this party” she said smirking at me, making me chuckle.

“Yes, I need a few drinks tonight.” I said, making her laugh.

“Don’t worry girl I got you covered” she said handing me a case of whiteclaw, since I’m underage I couldn’t buy alcohol, so thankfully she bought me some.

“Thank you!” I said smiling.

“You’re welcome, are we watching your brother’s game while we get ready?” she asked hearing the game in the background.

“Yeah if you don’t mind, there playing Ohio State” I said

“I don’t mind, let’s go get ready” she said smiling as we made our way to my room.

“Do you know what you’re wearing?” I ask her, she had brought a bad of clothes with her since she was wearing sweatpants right now.

“Black jeans and a cute maroon long sleeve v neck. What about you?” she said making me nod.

“Light blue mom jeans with a white satin long sleeve top”

“that’s going to look so good” she said smiling

“do you know what time the party is?”

“Umm, I think Em said around 10:30”

I nodded

“Perfect, we can get drunk before going” I said

“Hell yeah” she said and we both chuckled.

When we finished getting ready it was 10 p.m. the game was over and Minnesota won so we know they were definitely excited to party tonight. Liv ordered an uber, by the time we get to the hockey boys house the party would be full of people. Liv and I were already a little drunk.

…………….

Once we got to the party the house was already full of people so Liv and I made our way through to see if we could find Emma our other teammate. I continued drinking so I was feeling the alcohol.

I turned around for a few seconds and when I turned back, I lost sight of Liv. Then some guy approached me and started talking to me. I reconized him from one of my classes, he’s also a freshman his name is Corey but he was so drunk I couldn’t understand what he was saying. The guy also gave me the creeps so I just wanted to find Liv or hopping that she would find me. I really shouldn’t have lost her.

“Can you just leave me alone” I told the guy

Growing up with three older brothers who play hockey and their best friends are hockey player I don’t usually get shy around guys like this one. But back home if something like this happened my brothers always had my back and the guy would leave me alone.

I really wish I knew the guys on the hockey team here, but I don’t I’ve heard about some of them like Logan Cooley since he knows Luke, I think there’s a few others but I’m not 100 percent sure who they are. I probably should have listened when Luke told me.

“Why would I leave you alone, you’re too pretty to be left alone” he slurred smirking.

“I’d rather be alone” I spat.

He grabbed my arm tightly.

“Let go of my arm”

“Not going to happen”

“I think she told you to let her go” I heard a guy say behind me.

“Dude, this doesn’t concern you, leave us alone” Corey spat at the guy

“This is my party, so unless you want to get kicked out of here, I suggest you let her go” I guess he’s a hockey player.

“You know what, whatever she’s not worth it” Corey said releasing my arm and leaving.

I turned around and looked at the guy, he was really good looking.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” he asked me.

“Oh um, no I’ll be fine, thank you” I said with a soft smile.

“You look familiar” he said looking at me.

“Well I do go to university here” I said chuckling. He chuckled.

“I figured but I feel like I saw you before… wait you’re a Hughes right?” he said, my face turned serious. Why did he need to figure that out, now he probably just wants to now gossip about my brother.

“Did I say something wrong?” he asked after I turned serious.

“Look respectfully I don’t want someone to talk to me just because they want to know about my brothers” I scoffed.

“I don’t want to talk about your brothers, that’s how I recognized you, you were at the world juniors this summer right?”

“umm, yeah…”I said slowly, I didn’t know where he was going with this.

“I’m Matthew Knies, I was one of Luke’s teammates at the world juniors.” He said smiling softly.

“oh sorry, it’s just when people usually know about my brothers they usually want something” I said

“Don’t worry, I get it. Can I get you another drink?” he asked.

“No, umm… I think I’ve had enough for tonight, I’m going to head home.” I said.

“Okay then let me drive you home, I haven’t had a drink yet”

“You haven’t had a drink yet? This is your team party” I said chuckling.

“I was going to until I saw the guy getting to you, so I didn’t get the chance” he said smiling.

“I don’t want you to have to leave your party to drive me home, I can order an uber” I said smiling.

“Trust me Brock can handle the party, I’d rather drive you to make sure you get home same, than staying here”

“then I’ll take that drive” I said smiling.

“come on” he said leading me to the door.

We got in his car and we made our way to my apartment, thankfully it’s not far away.

The car ride was quiet, but it was a comfortable, the music was playing softly in the background.

When we got to my apartment building Matthew followed me to my door to make sure I got there safe.

Once we got to my door I turned around and smiled at Matthew.

“Thank you for saving me tonight, for driving me home and for walking me to my door” I said smiling

“It’s no problem… can I kiss you” he said and I smiled

“Yes, you can” I said smiling.

He put his hand on my cheek, leaned forward, and kissed me. I kissed him instantly, our lips moved in sync.

We pulled away both smiling like crazy.

“Do you want to come in?”

[hockeywriterrowan]

Maple Syrup || Matthew Knies

author's note: I'm back kinda??? This is based on the song "Maple Syrup" by The Back Seat Lovers. My friend introduced this song to me this week, and I had to write something with it.

summary: Maple Syrup by The Backseat Lovers

pairing: Matthew Knies x reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: drinking, breakup, idk what else

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“I still have your picture on the wall; I still have the nightmares where I would have to call you to calm down.”

Your bedroom walls echoed with the mosaic of memories, each photograph a point in the outline of your love story with Matthew. The snapshots were once a collection of shared moments, you and Matt both wanting to remember the small moments, but now hung as silent witnesses to the love that had encapsulated the first two years of your college experience. The pictures had been a gift from Matthew before he left for his first full season in the NHL.

In the top left corner, a photo showed your second interaction with Matthew while at Mariucci, an argument that marked the early days of your connection. While the two of you had met once before, this was the first time you truly talked. The argument was simple: Matthew was confused about his Captain’s skate time and thought the ice was his at the wrong time. The humor of the two of you arguing—just once—so early on became a cherished joke between the men’s and women’s hockey teams. The spark ignited the flame, leading to Matthew asking for your number. The humor of the photo echoed through the years, turning into the prologue of a love story told through hundreds and hundreds of photographs.

At the bottom right, a Facetime screenshot held the weight of the first goodbye. Matthew’s beginnings in Toronto marked the first time in two years that your worlds existed apart. The photo captured your smiling face with slightly reddened eyes, containing the concealed vulnerability that Matthew had comforted after a grueling physical therapy session. A session that stemmed from a knee injury, a scar from a season-ending fall into the boards that seemed to write the turning point in your and Matthew’s lives.

“I still think about you all the time. When I step out of the shower, I’m reminded of the night when we slept in the back of your car, and you left me with a pretty cool scar.” 

Exiting the shower, droplets of water traced the contours of your body; the refreshing cleanse momentarily erased your thoughts of your ex-boyfriend. Yet, as you stared at the misty mirror, your mind wandered, drawing back to the night of intimacy shared after winning the conference tournament. The details of that night during your freshman years played in your mind like a melody, lingering long after the water had evaporated.

Taylor knocked on the bathroom door when she heard your harsh breaths. Taylor had become a pillar of support in the aftermath of your breakup. When you became the overly confident freshman that everyone on the team chirped, she immediately took you under her wing, both on and off the ice, as you became linemates for the next two years of your friendship. 

You were probably somewhere with Taylor when you weren’t with Matthew for the past two years. When she stayed in Minnesota after getting drafted, the two of you made sure to have nearby apartments. She mainly stayed at your and your teammate’s apartment for two weeks, ensuring you stayed alive through the breakup. 

After discovering the breakup, your teammates blamed Matthew, something you didn’t want to happen. You and Matthew broke up because of separation. They still blamed him.

After Taylor pushed you into your bathroom to shower, you hadn’t expected it to be so refreshing. During the shower, you hadn’t thought of Matthew even once. 

“Your purple sweater’s sitting in my room. I tried to wear it, but I knew that it would smell like you.”

“Let’s burn it,” your teammate Emily said. The purple sweater was a silent witness to your struggle. The garment, once a reminder for Matt of his Tri-City team, now held the scent of bittersweet nostalgia, a sure reminder of Matthew.

Everything else was given to Jimmy. You wanted to return the sweatshirt, but your teammate Emily wanted you to seek revenge. You stood up, grabbed it, and threw it back into your closet. 

“I saw you dancing at the show tonight. I stood in the back, and I think that we both know why.”

Entering the lively party at the men’s hockey house, the air was charged with excitement and familiar faces. Jimmy’s gaze from across the room hinted at the hockey game on the T.V., bringing Toronto Maple Leaf’s shutout into focus. The T.V. was quickly turned off, probably by one of the boys you were closer to. 

“We both know Kniesy wouldn’t want you being stuck up in the relationship,” Jimmy’s whispered advice floated to your ear, offering the perspective of a close friend of Matthew’s.

“But…” you started, “He’s Matt. He’s unforgettable.”

“I’m not saying you need to forget him,” Jimmy grabbed your wrist, bringing you to the kitchen, “But you still need to live your life.”

You stared at your feet, knowing he was probably right. As you turned to grab a drink, Jimmy typed on his phone, the phone lighting up his face. You could only guess who he was talking to. But as you approached and he quickly threw his phone back in his pocket, you knew exactly who.

You returned to the central part of the party, smiling with your friends. You hadn’t checked your phone, but you felt it vibrating. 

You walked outside, under the moon's glow, and put your phone to your ear without checking the contact name, “Hello?”

“Hiiiii,” he slurred.

“Matthew,” you sat on the stairs, “Is something wrong? Are you with JT or Joe?”

“No… They’re inside,” you heard shuffling, “But there is a problem… You aren’t here.”

“Oh, Matt,” you breathed, “I’m not there because we broke up.”

“Did it hurt? When we broke up,” he sniffled, “Now I’m all alone; I guess I’ll never learn.”

“It wouldn’t work. I couldn’t date you when I worried you were interested in her. And I voiced my concern. And all you said was I shouldn’t be worried. No reassurance. And you have people; you have your teammates.”

The pause was deafening. You still heard Matt’s shuffling.

“And I lied, when I took you on a drive,” he admitted, “And I said I’d never speak to her. I wish I would have kept my word."

You sighed. You had already known he kept talking to who he claimed was a friend, but hearing him admit to lying about simply talking to her—even after you broke up—hurt so much more than you expected.

“I need to apologize to you in person. You know we never did anything, and you can ask JT, or Mints, or Joe. But I still regret lying,” Matthew slurred.

Amidst the haze of intoxication, confusion clouding your senses, you chuckled at his desperate plea, a symphony of emotions playing, “And how would you do that now that you’re gone?”

“I would fly you out here for a weekend when you don’t have practice.”

You laughed. He was obviously drunker than you, and it seemed he was going insane.

“I need you out here. So bad. Please just let me apologize to you in person."

[snuggerudism]

snow days | ryan chesley

event masterlist

warnings: none

a/n - sorta went with a whole backstory for this… i think i like that!

Growing up in Southern California, you had never gotten the opportunity to see snow in person.

You absolutely loved California and your life there. It was all you knew, and you were incredibly grateful to live in such a beautiful place.

When you had started looking at options for college, your parents had begged you to stay nearby. They said that they wanted to be close enough in case anything happened, or you needed them.

You understood what they wanted, but you craved a freedom that you didn’t get if you chose to stay in California. You needed to explore, to see what life was like outside of the bubble you had grown up in.

You did you research, and the University of Minnesota was your top choice. When the acceptance letter came, it was time to come clean to your parents about what you really wanted.

That was three years ago, and your relationship had changed with them to your dismay.

You don’t regret the decision. The friends you had made were the best, and you chose to live with them in the summer and sophomore year.

Three months into the school year, you started dating Ryan Chesley. The two of you met in a biology class, sitting next to each other.

He made the first move, asking if you wanted to go grab lunch after class. You agreed and it had become a weekly routine, the two of you getting to know each other more and more.

Saying yes to that lunch was one of the best decisions you had made.

Which leads you to your current conversation. You had been going on almost two years together, and he had a free weekend. He wanted to spend quality time with you, as hockey didn’t always allow him to do so.

Snagging a fry from his plate, you grin at him. “What’s a fun winter activity we can do?”

“I was gonna ask you what you wanted to do.”

“Ry, you’re the expert on anything snow related.”

“Hm?”

Your mouth slightly drops. He knew you grew up in California. You had always assumed he knew that meant you’ve never seen snow in person, at least until you came to Minnesota.

You told him exactly that, and watched his face fall. “Never before? Have you been skiing? Or built a snowman? Or went sledding?”

“Well, no.”

“I know exactly what we’re doing, and the perfect place for it.” He smirks, getting up and clearing the table.

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

An hour and a half later, you and Ryan are getting out of the car after parking.

Thanks to his sister's snow pants, Ryan said you were able to do what he had planned.

“Sledding.” He smiles wide, pulling the sleds out of the backseats.

He grabs the tube, putting it down on the edge and sitting on it. He pats his lap, smirking. You listen, and his arms snake around your waist as he pushes off the side.

The hill is so big and you’re speeding down it, Ryan’s laughter filling your ears. Your hands are white knuckling the handles of the tube, doing everything you could not to fall off.

The tube slows to a stop, and you turn around to look at Ryan. You flip over, pressing your lips to his “That was so fun.” You mumble against his mouth as he chases another kiss.

“You still have to go down on your stomach, baby. That’s next.”

The walk back up feels like it takes forever, but you eventually get back up to the top.

“All you’re gonna do is lay down flat on your stomach, and hold the handles, okay? I’ll be right next to you on the other one.”

He shows you how to position yourself, and you take off at the same time as he does.

You’re speeding yet again, this time hitting a bump and catching air.

It only lasts a few seconds, and you’re coming crashing back down on the snow and flipping face down.

Ryan’s rushing to you, getting your face out of the snow as you go into a fit of laughter.

“That was so much fun, oh my gosh. I'm so glad you took me here.”

“We’ll have to do it again. I still have more snow related things to do with you.”

“I love Minnesota, I love snow, and I love you.” You burst into his arms, pressing your lips to his.

His hands snake around your waist. “I love you more.”

“Not possible, Ry.”

[14faber]

thank you brock faber, matthew knies, jackson lacombe, and ryan johnson!

[jimmy-snuggs]

logan finding out and getting mad - twin sister anon!

the GOLDEN rule - (j.snuggerud ft. l.cooley)

(just fiction of course!)

paring: cooley!sisterxj.snuggerud

type: fic!

requested!

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no teammates.

the no.1 rule that logan had for his little sister.

little as in two minutes younger than him. the cooley twins have never been apart. y/n followed logan all across the country for hockey, and college didn’t stop it. the twins were gifted in sports, but the one thing that they were the best at (and stuck with) was hockey. they were truly elite at what they did. both being incredible hockey centers for their respective USA teams, and now both playing for the minnesota golden gophers.

y/n never really got to know logan’s NTDP teammates, but it certainly wasn’t for the lack of trying. she would always be hospitable and try her best to talk and mingle — as one good hockey player and sister would do. but all the boys knew her, she was just simply amazing, gorgeous, and was a stellar hockey player. logan warned all of the boys off as he didn’t want one of his teammates perusing her.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

now, months later, y/n and logan are finally in college. logan is the cool brother who lets her do what she wants, with minimal big brother talk. except date a teammate. the golden rule.

now, normally this wouldn’t be a problem, as many of logan’s teammates in the past were egotistical and just wanted to show off y/n as a prize.

but there was a problem.

6’1, blond ish brown hair…. mr. #81, jimmy snuggerud; logan’s best friend, roommate and teammate. he was and is severely off limits, but man, did he have charm. he knew of the rule logan had set for her, and man he wanted to be the one who broke it. y/n thought he was perfect; he was kind, thoughtful, funny and incredibly gorgeous. on top of the fact that he played hockey. she knew that he was on logan’s usa team before, but never had the proper chance to meet or get to know him. jimmy looked at her like she had hung the moon for him. she was just so incredible. she was witty, feisty and smart — had a ton of knowledge that just complemented her charm, and she was truly a beast on the ice. the chemistry was suffocating.

being logan’s best friend, they were around each other constantly. the snarky comments, flirty side glares, ganging up on logan when he messed up… those two were quite a pair. everyone knew there was chemistry, except logan. he was clueless, and that’s how everything worked out perfectly… until it didn’t.

it took jimmy a month to work up the courage to ask her out. they both had a class together and would always pass notes. y/n loved those silly rom com movies (which he remembered) and wrote her a

“I’m not heath ledger but I would find a marching band and sing-ask you out if I could. coffee?”

- J

she was estatic and has been ever since that coffee date. he has treated her like a queen since day one, being there for all of the ups and downs.

three months pass by and the season is in full start. less and less alone time and it has gotten way more complicated to hide their relationship away from logan. the teams already knew about those two (knies is a blabbermouth) and always help them with hiding it from cools…….. until one day.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

It was an off day for the teams and for the school. a weird monday holiday which gave y/n & jimmy some alone time. y/n invited him over to her dorm to cuddle and watch movies all day. they were both big movie people and it became a little ritual for them. every other time, one would bring snacks and the other would pick the movie. being y/n’s turn, she picked the movie.

“babe! I picked star wars for movie day.” she said to him as he walked in, pecking him softly on the lips as he set down the snacks.

“In order or out of order?” he asked, knowing her tendencies to always — “empire strikes back first, love! like normal!” he laughed as they got comfortable, cuddling into the dorm bed as the movie started.

comfortable silence took over them as they intently watched the movie. it was now at the part where han is about to get frozen in carbonate. jimmy knew that y/n loved this scene, so entranced by her.. he didn’t even feel their phones light up next to them.

“y/n/n?” he whispered to her, grabbing her attention to her boyfriend instead of leia saying “I love you!”

“yeah?” she whispered back, getting closer to those pretty brown eyes.

“you know I love you right?” jimmy says pulling a piece of hair behind her ear leaning in to kiss her. it was the first time the L word had been involved in a conversation. they both knew it, but no one has said it.

“really?—-“ she says as the door slams right open, revealing a very shocked logan cooley.

“REALLY? HOLY!—“ logan booms as he goes straight to jimmy, pulling him up by the collar. “I had ONE! ONE FUCKING RULE!” slamming him into the wall, y/n jumps up, pulling logan off of jimmy. “you have NO RIGHT! this is my dorm, logan! I don’t care if I broke your stupid rule. don’t treat your best friend like this! YOU ASSHAT! your LINEMATE!! god.” y/n lectures to him as logan turns red.

“I texted both of you! but Y/N! you’re kidding me right now??? WHY! ONE RULE! especially JIMMY!” logan complains frustratedly as he brings his hands to his forehead, flabbergasted at finding his best friend and sister like this.

“because logan, it’s JIMMY! have you been around him?? seen him?? do you blame me?” y/n halfway jokes trying to relieve the tension.

“thanks babe. look, logan, you know I wouldn’t try to hurt you or your sister. I really didn’t mean for this to happen. I just couldn’t help it, I love her, man. she has been one of the best things that has happened to me since coming here.” he said to him, hoping that his best friend wouldn’t beat him up. logan’s eyes softened, looking to his sister who looked at jimmy with such admiration. he was stupid, blind even. they were good together.

“do you love him, sis?” he asked his younger sister softly, no longer frustrated or mad. just genuine.

“yeah I do. he literally is an angel, loog. the amount of stuff this man has done for me is insane. it hasn’t even been four months yet and this man has done so much for me. I don’t deserve him to be honest.” she said, looking over to jimmy turning pink.

“like what?” logan asked, sitting down at her desk instead of in a “I’m about to fight stance” against jimmy. he is in a “tell me more” pose.

“okay well one time he helped me sneak into the rink and practice my shot because coach got mad at me one day for me being off. there was one time that jimmy went to three different grocery stores to find the ice cream I like. he picks up on things that no one else does, loog. he knows how I always go on runs and then gets waffles after, he knows the way I like my coffee, he gets me flowers spontaneously like in the movies, he makes me laugh. he is my jimmy.” she spilled to him, causing jimmy to turn an embarrassingly shade of red instead of pink.

“my best friend, turning into a full simp for my baby sister? god who would have thought?” logan shook his head and stood up from the desk chair. the pair moves out of the way so he can walk to the door. jimmy stops him. “I love her, cools.” logan extends his hand out to shake it.

“I know. see you at the dorm, snuggs. bye sis! no babies please! DON’T WANT TO BE AN UNCLE THIS EARLY!!” he screams as he runs down the hall and out of sight.

“god that went better than I thought. I thought he was going to kill me for breaking his golden rule.” jimmy jokes as they get back to where they were before logan came in.

“that did go better than I thought, but it’s just because he knows you super well. he trusts you.” she tells him as she snuggles into his shoulder.

“I know. I’m glad because I wasn’t going to give you up that easily.” jimmy hums the tune of “never going to give you up” by rick astley.

“I love you even though you just rick rolled me.” she kisses his cheek as the lightsaber fight continues on the screen.

[lukehughesbabymama]

Matthew Knies blurb

Matthew’s phone lights up with notification on the table in front of you. You look down at it to see that the background is a photo of you in his Minnesota hockey jersey, taken from someone below you.

“Aw baby”, you say, swallowing the food you were eating, “this is so cute”, you exclaim, pointing at his phone with the fork in your hand. 

“Look mommy,” you say lifting his phone and turning the screen to face your mother, “Isn't this so cute?”

She squints to see the photo then smiles, “Yes hon, very cute”

Then she asks innocently, “When’s that from?”

You realize that you're wondering the same thing, not really recognizing the photo or recalling when it was taken. 

“Wait, yeah. When is this from?”, you ask, turning to Matt and furrowing your brows. 

“Honestly, don't remember”, he replies shrugging. “Must’ve been after one of the games”. But you notice a smirk grow on his face that no one else does. 

Once the rest of the table’s conversation resumes, you look at him and mouth ‘what?’

He smiles to himself and shakes his head.

“I’ll tell you later,” he suggests and it ends at that.

When the dinner is done and you're leaving, you grab his hand whilst walking out. You slow him down to separate the two of you from the rest of your family and look up at him asking, “Whats so funny about that photo, Matthew?”

“I don't know who Matthew is,” he replies, “Only Matty”.

“Cut the shit. Where the fuck is it from,” you say hiding your smile, knowing he will play games with you and never tell you until he’s got you all riled up. But it wasn’t that serious since you actually had no idea when that picture was taken. 

“Oh, just from that night we advanced to the Frozen Four and you sat on top of me at the after party saying you wanted to ‘ride me until the sun rises”, he says dead serious. 

You let go of his hand and walk a few steps as he stays still behind you where you left him. “Pretty sure I did do that,” you state proudly, bending your elbow and putting up your pointer finger in the air for him to see from behind you. 

“Pretty sure you did do that too, cowgirl,” he added, beginning to catch up to you. 

[kniesys]

you’re gonna go far - noah kahan

[aavangeline]

Can we please talk about jimmy in this photo 🤭

[prettyboysinmyheart]

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yourusername isn’t he pretty?

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maya.smith so photogenic

logancooley18 my man my man ;)

brockfaber14 nice hat

bailey.carson aww my favs

mcbosacker_ I think you’re the pretty one

yourusername have you seen yourself babe?😫

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matthewknies she’s the prettiest girl ever

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brockfaber14 guess you’re off the market now?

username1 will be taking a bath with my blow dryer if anyone needs me

mattboldy she’s a 🏌️‍♀️

username2 I need to know who takes their pics

username3 It’s definitely logan

yourusername username3 Since he doesn’t leave Matthew's side he has to do something 🙄