#gophers hockey

[14faber]

x | a few words from cooley’s support system

[penaltybox-gossip]

UMN having a player who’s married with a child wasn’t on my 2025 bucket list

[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]

matthewknies

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fraserminten is that my shirt?

➥ yourusername yup

username he has a girlfriend?

➥ username2 yes! Apparently they’ve been together since 2018

markestapa the tree looks lopsided

brockfaber14 miss u guys

josephwoll get a room

➥ matthewknies is yours available? 😏

username3 when is it gonna be my turn? :(

logancooley18 where my hug at?

➥ yourusername in the trash

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Caption: can’t get enough of her ❤️

[pokemonwearingsportsmerch]

[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.”

[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!

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

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. 

[14faber]

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

[penaltybox-gossip]

University of Minnesota Wag List

Sam Rinzel - single ?

John Whipple - single ?

Mike Koster - Grace Maertens (gf)

Aaron Huglen - Madelynn Huglen (wife)

August Falloon - assuming he has no socials

Connor Kurth - single ?

Oliver Moore - Peyton Beck (gf)

Beckett Hendrickson - single ?

Max Rud - single ? (private account)

Brody Lamb - Molly Villas (gf)

Mason Nevers - Annabelle Kieper (gf)

John Mittelstadt - Maddie Shannon (gf)

Luke Mittelstadt - Camille Casper (gf)

Cal Thomas - single ?

Jimmy Clark - single ?

Nick Michel - Grace McGuire (gf)

Nathan Airey - Jade Whitemarsh (fiancee)

Zach Weise - single ? (private account)

Liam Souliere - single ?

Axel Begley - Reese Lyons (gf)

Leo Gruba - single ?

Ryan Chesley - single

Erik Pahlsson - single ??

Brodie Ziemer - single ?

Jimmy Snuggerud - single ?

Matthew Wood - Chloe Thompson (gf)

[strawberryblondebutch]

Any way the gophers beat Ohio state tmrw?

Honestly, yeah. They're 1-2-1 in the season series against the Buckeyes, and OSU's strategy has been to outslug their good-but-not-great goaltending. The only shutouts on the year were against Bemidji State (last in the WCHA), St. Thomas (in the middle of a losing streak), and Stonehill (didn't have a program until 2022).

The Gopher defense has to be completely shutdown, though. OSU are high-volume "spray and pray" shooters. You're less likely to get beaten on one solid chance than to lose on your fourth or fifth rebound.

Also, the obligatory "don't get stupid penalties." You know what player I'm talking about.

[cuttergauthier]

Flowers & Breakfast

Female reader x Brock Faber

Warning: fluff Brock

word count: 0.2k

let me know what you guys think🤍

My alarm woke me up at 7 a.m. today I have to be at class for 8:30 a.m. to complete my last ever exam before I graduate.

Brock slept over last night so he could help me study, when I turned around to cuddle before I had to get out of bed to get ready he wasn’t there. I heard some noises coming from the kitchen so I lazily got out of bed and made my way to the kitchen.

When I got there I saw a bouquet of flowers on the counter and Brock cooking breakfast. I quietly made my way behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed his back.

“Good morning” I said softly.

“Good morning babe, go sit down, I’m almost done cooking breakfast.” He said smiling softly at me. He turned around and kissed me on the forehead before pushing me toward the island so I could sit down, making me chuckle.

“You didn’t have to do this” I said smiling.

“Of course I did, you’ve been stressed out lately about this exam, so I thought I would help make it better, the flowers are for you” he said smiling.

“Thank you babe”

“Always, you’re going to ace that exam today, I just know it” 

“I hope so” 

“you will, don’t doubt yourself, you’ve been studying non-stop, you’re ready” he said before setting down a plate with breakfast in front of me.

“Now eat and go get ready, I’ll drive you to class” he said kissing my forehead again.

“I love you”

“I love you more” he said smiling.

[kniesys]

you’re gonna go far - noah kahan

[gophersupremecy]

Hot take Gophers fans…

Maybe it’s time to let Bob go.. it’s been 7 years since he took over, and we’ve come close and have ALWAYS missed it. Tonight’s game is proof of this.

I’m hopeful but not optimistic with our chances of winning the Natty this year. If we lose, or worse, don’t even make it to the frozen four, then my point becomes even stronger.

I love this team, win or lose. I just know that we’re seriously missing our full potential.

Go Gophers.