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A sudden new addition to the ice crew in tonight’s Minnesota Wild game….

[hockeyliker]

THEISE BACK IN LINEUP 🚨🔥💯‼️

[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."

[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. 

[94mestapa]

OBSESSED WITH THIS PICTURE HELP

[quinnwho]

good (morning) evening 🥲

[hurricanejarvy]

ryan johnson returns to minnesota 2.16/17.24

practice + sabres @ wild

credit to sabres media + sabres gallery on nhl.com

[1-800-iluvhockey]

JIMMY AND COOLS ARE BACK

OH MY GOD

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I’m too excited 😭😭😭

[teddydrawshockey]

Welcome the Minnesota Wild! Did not mean to make them look like the Beatles…

[millcitythreads]

New hoodie alert! Retro Goldy is the cutest, but those teeth will mess you up!

[at-least-ill-die-a-lionturtle]

Love that new jersey smell 😎

Go Gophers!

[wildaboutmnhockey]

2023 Minnesota High School Hockey Finalists

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huh

[thatbender]

Was working my retail job & my last transaction before i left was a mom & her son. The son was in a umn polo & dress pants & i swore it was Bryce Brodzinski or something but it wasn’t. He had a real hockey vibe about him but I couldn’t see a last name or any info on our registers from the transaction. I was pretty certain it was a umn hockey player but chickened out in asking lol guess we’ll never know 🤷🏼‍♀️