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hugshughes · 1 year ago

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my tears ricochet R. McGroarty

Rutger McGroarty x fem!reader

synopsis - Based on “my tears ricochet” by Tay obvs. Reader is on the umich soccer team and when they lose the NCAA championship game, and Rutger is there, reader is confused and sad in a way that he would come to this game after their terrible breakup.

wc - 3.0k!

contains - reader is on the umich soccer team! lightly edited! angst!!!!!!!! then a sprinkle of fluff. reader has a panic attack and has trouble breathing, crying, descriptions of a terrible breakup, kissing, happy ending, lmk!

an - this was probably the hardest one so far, other than the last great american dynasty, which i promise is coming soon! ALSO. 200 FOLLOWERS????? THANK U GUYS! I swear I’m trying to speed up the process of writing these but it’s harder than I thought. I've been getting more requests than usual lately! You guys are all so cute btw. I've gotten multiple about Behind My Back with Nolan part 2 and it's on the way! I'm so slow at writing smut. Anyways hope you enjoyyyy!

we gather here, we line up, weepin’ in a sunlit room. and if i’m on fire, you’ll be made of ashes too.

The final whistle blew, the game was over. You crouched to the ground, palm flat on the field as you wept. You could barely breathe as the UNC team flooded the field, screaming in victory, group-hugging 10 feet from you. 4-3 in overtime. You dropped to sit on the ground, arms loosely wrapped around your knees as you stared at the crowd.

The sea of Carolina blue jumping up and down, smiling, shouting. The motionless pit of maize and navy, crying, grief, disappointment. In you. They’re all disappointed in you, that’s what you tell yourself.

Your best friend sits next to you, enveloping you in a hug, you hear her whimpers, you feel her tears.

“I’m so sorry.”

She shook her head at you, hugging you tighter than ever before pulling away, holding your face, wiping your cheeks.

“No, don’t say that. This isn’t your fault. Okay? It isn’t. You scored 2 of our goals tonight, and you just did so good okay? This isn’t your fault.”

You looked at the ground, trying to catch your breath. You’re only a sophomore, you’ll have more championships to win. She didn’t though, she was a senior.

“This was just your last game, and I just- I let you down and coach and-”

“Honey, it’s okay. I’ll be okay. You cannot blame this game just on you.”

You hesitantly nod, letting her help you to your feet. The rest of your team is hugging, some crying, some seething, some trying to smile.

You run to your coach, she opens her arms wide to hug you. She’s trying to smile, trying to tell you that it’s okay as you heave out the word sorry over and over, sobbing as you try to catch your breath, to no avail.

Your chest heaves as you try to breathe, but nothing is going in or out, you’re about to have a panic attack. You grip your jersey where your heart is, the navy material soiled from tears and sweat. Your coach lets out a curse as she realizes what’s going on, your best friend sees you, running over, holding your arms, trying to calm you down.

You can’t, you were warm before, but now it’s like you’re suffocating.

“I- I can’t! Fuck, I-”

The worse you cry the less you can breathe, but the less you’re breathing the more you’re crying.

Your trainer runs over, hand on your back as she urges you off to the sidelines. You know there are dozens of cameras on you, making everything ten times worse.

It’s time for you guys to shake hands but instead, you are urged off the field, down through the tunnel, and to the locker rooms. They sit you down in your designated stall, offering water, fanning you with random papers, holding your hands, everything as you start to breathe again. When you’re finally steadily breathing again, you feel embarrassed.

“I’m so sorry! Shit- I just-”

They just shush you, hugging you tight. You, as the star player of Michigan Women’s Soccer are informed you’re doing press with your best friend, the captain, now. You almost cry again, you know someone is bound to ask about your leaving the field early.

But here you are, sitting next to your best friend, holding hands under the table for some form of stability as you look at the reporters and flashing cameras in front of you, fans behind them.

Your best friend answers the majority of the first chunk of questions, you only chiming in a few times. Your name is called by a reporter, a question just for you.

“Would you like to comment on what happened with your early departure after the game?”

You tense, your best friend’s hold on your hand tightens, comforting you as much as possible.

“Oh um, yeah. So uh, I was having some trouble breathing and stuff and I needed to go back to the locker room. I apologize if I came across as rude to any of the UNC girls, I still definitely want to congratulate them.”

The reporter nods, and you get sad smiles from almost everyone you can see. You get another question about your performance.

“I think I definitely could’ve played better, I’m disappointed in my performance tonight, I’ve apologized to teammates and coaches. I did as well as I could in the moment, Carolina is a really talented group of girls. I-”

You see him, Rutger fucking McGroaty, standing at the back of the group, Ethan, Mark, Dylan, and a few other hockey players with him. Your voice catches, and your mind is blank.

even on my worst day, did i deserve, babe, all the hell you gave me? ‘cause i loved you, i swear i loved you. ‘til my dying day.

The eye contact is full of pain, you feel your heart stutter. Your breathing that had finally started evening out is suddenly picking back up, but also somehow slowing down? It just, hurts. Why was he here? Why would he do that to you?

What was he trying to do? Was he trying to see you? Was he just trying to watch the game?

You looked to your coach, the attention of the reporters on your best friend, with pleading eyes. She nods for you to leave, and you silently thank her, slipping out of the seat and discreetly exiting the room, having to walk right by the guys, and some fans along the way. You wave at a little girl dressed head to toe in maize and blue, your jersey adorning her little body.

You crouched down next to her, letting her grab your hand.

“Hi sweetheart, how are you doing?”

She smiles brightly, making your heart swell. She has your number drawn out on her cheek, and a Michigan temporary tattoo on the other.

“I’m good! It was fun watching you play, even if you couldn’t win. I saw you crying, are you okay? You still did really really awesome, even my brother thinks so!”

She gestures to her slightly older brother, a boy who looked about 8.

“Oh yeah, I’ll be okay. Well sweetheart, if you’d like it, I would love to sign your jersey.”

Her face lights up, she squeals and hugs you, which you accept. She turns around and you sign right next to your number on her maize jersey. She thanks you and squeezes your hand while taking a picture with you. You’re finishing up with them when her brother almost shouts.

“Are those the Mich hockey guys?”

You freeze, eyes darting from the ground to the little boy and then up to Rutger's shocked face. Rutger quickly puts his fan persona on, greeting the kids.

'cause i loved you, i swear i loved you. 'til my dying day.

You realize you're position, frozen and staring at Rutger in front of all these people, and you quickly turn to go. You get about ten feet when you hear someone quietly shout your name, then twice. Someone, being Rutger. You didn't wanna talk to him. You really did want to talk to him, you just knew you couldn't.

You are in the tunnel at this point, striding a few more feet to make sure no one can see you before stopping when he says your name once again. When you turn around he stares at you silently, his eyes filled with hurt. You wish you could run into his arms, but you can't, you can't.

i didn't have it in myself to go with grace, and you're the hero flying around, saving face. and if i'm dead to you why are you at the wake?

"What are you doing here Rut?"

You could feel the tears lining your eyes, pushing to break past your waterline. He has the same tears, which hurt you even more.

"I'm sorry."

That you lost? That he came here? That he called for you? That he broke your heart?

"For what, Rutger?"

The tears were close to spilling for both of you. He lets out a shaky exhale, wiping his nose and sniffling.

"I- Um, everything? I just, I'm sorry."

cursing my name, wishing i stayed. look at how my tears ricochet.

You didn't know what to do. Part of you was about to throw yourself into his arms while another part was about to sprint as far away from him as you could.

He stood there, quickly wiping a tear that fell. In this moment, losing the game was the farthest thing from your mind. Everything in your mind was just completely overwhelmed with him. At one point he was everything to you, you knew in part of you he still was.

we gather stones, never knowing what they'll mean. some to throw, some to make a diamond ring.

When you and Rutger had broken up, it had been terrible for both of you. Rutger wasn't allowed to be alone afterward for two weeks, not that you knew that, his friends wanted to tell you and try to get you back to him but he wouldn't let them. He was too embarrassed by the idea. His friends begging for you for him because he couldn't handle a breakup? Please. What Rutger doesn't know is that you would've run straight back to him if you'd known. He was your lifeline.

Your relationship was like a dream, you'd started dating in July of 2022 and broke up the next May. You guys were inseparable, in a cute way. You guys were always there for each other, no matter what. But out of nowhere, in April, Rutger started freaking out about everything happening in his life. The team had just lost the frozen four, and he was just hurt from that and he was not himself. Even weeks after, when the other boys had seemingly gotten over it, he couldn't seem to shake the feeling in his chest.

The feeling started affecting other parts of his life, too. Specifically, your relationship. He'd become way cut off from you, and a lot more mean. It went on for three weeks before you broke up with him. You just couldn't keep trying when you were getting nothing back, even though it hurt you so badly to do it.

you know i didn't want to have to haunt you. but what a ghostly scene. you wear the same jewels that i gave you, as you bury me.

You rub your eyes before looking up from the ground to him, and then you see it. The ring he once gave you on a chain around his neck. He'd kept it when you gave it back to him.

You remember every detail about the night he gave you that ring. Where he'd taken you, how he held you in the cold of February nights in Ann Arbor. You remember his confession of love to you. How he was worried you'd think he was proposing, how he shakily opened the ring box when you got back to his room, and how he said he wanted to give it to you in your scenic snowy walk through a local park but had gotten too nervous. You remember how you kissed him, and how he brought tears to your eyes.

i didn't have it in myself to go with grace. 'cause when i'd fight, you used to tell me i was brave. and if i'm dead to you why are you at the wake? cursing my name, wishing i stayed. look at how my tears ricochet.

Him being here, crying, apologizing, you losing the game, everything was just so much, but when you looked into his eyes he was still your everything. Your boy, the one that made you fall in love with every part of him, every crack and crevice, every flaw. He was still yours, no matter if you were together or apart. And you were his too, you knew that, you both did.

You can't imagine what your friends would think if you'd told them how close you were to kissing Rutger right now. They would never believe you, not after the months you spent trying oh so hard to convince yourself you were better off without him, no matter how false that statement was.

You knew you would need him, always did. He didn't know that though, when he would stalk your social media all summer, seeing you post in your little white linen dresses, having fun at the beach with your friends, he convinced himself he'd never get another chance with you. And you knew that if he tried hard enough, he could completely win you back, 100 times over.

and i can go anywhere i want, anywhere i want, just not home. and you can aim for my heart, go for blood, but you would still miss me in your bones.

He was your safe haven, whenever you were with him everything was just good, you didn't have to worry about anything with him, he wouldn't let you. He was your person.

You just stared at him, thoughts running a thousand miles per minute. You wanted him, you needed him. You knew it, too. He was always gonna be the only man that ever came to mind when you heard a love song by Taylor Swift, the only man you thought of when you saw a husband and wife with a little baby on your for you page, the only one.

i didn't have it in myself to go with grace.

He sniffled again, and you practically lunged at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and tucking your head into the crook of his neck. You started to cry again as his arms went around your hips, holding you so tightly. He was so warm, he smelled so good, he was definitely home for you if you had one. You felt his tears fall onto the base of your neck. He was mumbling i love yous and i'm sorrys like prayers. You just said the three words back, telling him it was okay because you knew it would be. As long as you had him.

and so the battleships will sink beneath the waves. you had to kill me, but it killed you just the same. cursing my name, wishing i stayed.

You pulled away from him, just a little, his tight hold on you barely let up, he couldn't let you go. You cupped his cheeks with your hands, looking into his now bloodshot, but otherwise beautiful blue eyes. You giggled, this was so crazy, you couldn't even believe it. Your amusement at the situation must've made Rutger feel embarrassed because he shook his head from your hold and buried his head into your neck. You could see his rose tinted ears. You ran your hands through his hair.

You had not the slightest idea what this meant for you two, but it definitely felt right, like you were whole again. You knew that he would come back to your life, you always felt it. And you knew you guys were gonna have to have a serious long talk about everything, but right now it just felt so good to take solace in him, acting like you were never broken up.

you turned into your worst fears. and you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain. crossing out the good years.

If you knew one thing, it was that Rutger McGroaty was your boy, and you were his girl. No matter how much time kept you apart you'd always find each other again. You loved him, too much to lose him. Especially now that you were both given another chance.

"Rut?"

He moved his head a little, adjusting his arms around your hips, grumbling out an 'mhm?'

"I'm really happy you're here."

He came out of hiding at that, smiling at you, you smiled back, partially because of how cute he looked with slightly puffy eyes and rosy cheeks.

"For real?"

You gave him a pointed look, 'duh', written all over your features. He smiled brighter, his perfect teeth on display, oh you so hoped he would never experience any teeth loss during his hockey career, even though he'd probably look fucking adorable.

"I love you. I'm not letting you down ever again, I promise. I'm gonna be perfect, okay?"

You looked at him like he had just hung the stars one by one. You shook your head mumbling something about how you loved him so much and he'd never let you down and he was already perfect in your book before pulling him into a kiss. He smiled so hard into the kiss, and so did you.

Even though you'd just lost one of the most important soccer games in your life, you'd just won someone that was more important than any soccer trophy you could ever receive.

and you're cursing my name, wishing i stayed. look at how my tears ricochet.

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estapa-edwards · 9 months ago

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BACK IN MICHIGAN - R. MCGROARTY

paring: Rutger Mcgroarty x fem! reader

word count: 5.5k

requested? yes - the youngest hughes sister having joined the nhl and started playing a team that wasn’t close by to any of her brothers maybe the jets??? and she’s in the playoffs so they all came out to see her play. rutger and her having started getting closer and anyone of the team could tell they liekd each other so the hughes all notice it but they also notice how much of a family she has seen to made in the team

warnings: use of y/n.

THANK YOU GUYS FOR 100 FOLLOWERS

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Y/N Hughes was never one to shy away from a challenge. With the blood of hockey legends coursing through her veins, she set out to conquer the ice on her terms. Unlike her brothers, who dominated the league with their respective teams, Y/N chose a different route. She opted to join the Winnipeg Jets, a team far from the familiar territory of her brothers' teams. This decision wasn't just about distance; it was about carving her identity away from the shadows of her siblings' legacy.

The Jets weren't just a team for Y/N; they were a new family, a group of warriors bound by a shared love for the game. Among them was Rutger McGroarty, a name synonymous with grit and determination on the ice. Y/N and Rutger's paths intertwined long before they donned the Jets' jersey. They were college comrades, forging a bond that transcended the rink. As fate would have it, their journey continued in the NHL, with both finding themselves wearing the same colors once again.

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Their college experience was like any other student-athlete's – a whirlwind of classes, practices, and games. Yet, amidst the chaos of their schedules, Y/N and Rutger found solace in each other's company. They were drawn together by their shared passion for the game, spending countless hours on the ice perfecting their skills and pushing each other to new heights.

But their bond extended beyond the rink. They were kindred spirits, united by a fierce determination to succeed and a relentless work ethic that set them apart. Whether it was late-night study sessions or impromptu adventures around campus, Y/N and Rutger were inseparable, their laughter echoing through the halls as they navigated the highs and lows of college life together.

As teammates, they were formidable, their chemistry on the ice undeniable. Y/N's lightning speed and precision passing complemented Rutger's brute strength and unwavering resolve, creating a dynamic duo that struck fear into the hearts of their opponents. But it was off the ice where their friendship truly flourished.

In each other, Y/N and Rutger found a confidant, someone who understood the unique pressures they faced as student-athletes. They shared their hopes and dreams, their fears and insecurities, building a foundation of trust and mutual respect that would withstand the test of time. Together, they navigated the highs of victory and the lows of defeat, leaning on each other for support when the weight of expectations became too much to bear.

In the quiet moments between classes and practices, Y/N and Rutger found sanctuary in each other's company. Their dorm rooms became havens where they could escape the chaos of college life and simply be themselves. It was here, in the intimacy of their shared space, that they had some of their most profound conversations.

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Late into the night, with the soft glow of their laptops casting shadows on the walls, Y/N and Rutger would talk for hours about their dreams and aspirations. They shared a vision of one day making it to the NHL, of hoisting the Stanley Cup high above their heads and etching their names into hockey history. But amidst the lofty goals and grand ambitions, they also spoke of their fears – the fear of failure, of letting down their teammates, of falling short of the expectations placed upon them.

Y/N sat cross-legged on her bed, laptop perched on her knees, while Rutger lounged in the bean bag chair beside her, his own laptop open in front of him. The dim light of their room created a cozy atmosphere, perfect for the late-night conversations they often found themselves engaged in.

"You know," Y/N said, breaking the comfortable silence, "sometimes I wonder if we're crazy for dreaming this big."

Rutger looked up from his screen, a small smile playing on his lips. "Crazy or not, I wouldn't want to chase this dream with anyone else."

Y/N chuckled softly. "Yeah, I guess you're right. It's just... daunting, you know? The NHL feels like this distant, unattainable goal sometimes."

Rutger nodded in understanding. "I get it. But think about how far we've come already. We've put in the work, honed our skills, and earned the respect of our teammates. We're closer than we think."

Y/N sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I know you're right. It's just hard to shake off the doubt sometimes."

Rutger reached out and gently squeezed her shoulder. "We all have our moments of doubt, Y/N. But we can't let fear hold us back. We have to keep pushing forward, one step at a time."

She smiled gratefully at him, feeling a wave of reassurance wash over her. "Thanks, Rutger. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Rutger returned her smile, his eyes reflecting genuine warmth. "Likewise, Y/N. We're in this together, remember?"

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Their friendship was the kind that seemed to transcend boundaries, drawing them together like magnets no matter where they went. Whether it was on the ice, in the classroom, or simply hanging out in their dorm room, Y/N and Rutger were inseparable.

Their teammates often joked about how they were joined at the hip, their camaraderie evident in the way they moved and interacted with each other. It wasn't uncommon for people to mistake them for a couple, their easy banter and shared laughter fueling the rumors.

But Y/N and Rutger paid the speculation no mind. They were content in the comfort of their friendship, secure in the knowledge that their bond went far deeper than any fleeting romance. They shared a connection that went beyond the superficial, built on a foundation of trust, mutual respect, and unwavering support.

And so, they continued to spend their days and nights together, their friendship growing stronger with each passing moment. Whether it was studying for exams, cheering on their teammates from the sidelines, or simply enjoying each other's company, Y/N and Rutger were always there for each other, a constant presence in each other's lives.

As the rumors persisted and the whispers grew louder, they simply shrugged them off, their smiles never faltering. For Y/N and Rutger, their friendship was all that mattered, and they wouldn't let anything – not even the speculation of others – come between them.

The tension in the locker room was palpable as the Michigan Wolverines prepared to take the ice for the most important game of the season. Y/N and Rutger sat side by side, their heads bent together as they discussed strategy, their voices hushed but determined.

"We need to shake things up," Rutger said, his brow furrowed in concentration. "Their defense is tight, but I think we can exploit the gap on the left side."

Y/N nodded, her eyes alight with determination. "Agreed. If you can draw their defenseman towards you, I'll slip through and position myself for the pass."

Rutger grinned, a spark of excitement igniting in his eyes. "Sounds like a plan. Let's show them what we're made of."

With their strategy in place, they joined their teammates on the ice, the roar of the crowd echoing in their ears. The game was tense, with both teams fighting tooth and nail for every inch of ice.

As the final minutes of the game ticked away, the score remained deadlocked. But Y/N and Rutger refused to let despair set in, their determination unwavering as they fought for victory.

With less than a minute left on the clock, Rutger saw his opening. With lightning speed, he weaved through the opposing defense, drawing their attention away from Y/N who streaked towards the net with laser focus.

In a split-second decision, Rutger sent a perfectly timed pass soaring across the ice, the puck gliding effortlessly towards Y/N's waiting stick.

Time seemed to stand still as Y/N positioned herself, her heart pounding in her chest as she prepared to make her move. With a swift flick of her wrist, she sent the puck flying towards the net, the sound of it hitting the back of the goal ringing out like music to her ears.

The crowd erupted into cheers as the final buzzer sounded, signaling their victory. Y/N and Rutger embraced in a tight hug, their faces alight with joy and triumph.

"We did it," Y/N exclaimed, her voice filled with awe.

Rutger grinned, his eyes shining with pride. "We sure did. Couldn't have done it without you, Y/N."

As they skated off the ice, their teammates cheering them on, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over her. Gratitude for Rutger, for his unwavering support and unwavering belief in her abilities.

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Y/N and Rutger lounged on the couch, their laughter filling the air as they scrolled through TikTok videos together. It was a rare moment of relaxation after their recent victory, and they were relishing every second of it.

As Y/N swiped through her "For You" page, a familiar face appeared on the screen – Rutger's. She couldn't help but grin as she tapped on the video, eager to show him.

"Hey, check this out," she said, turning her phone towards him.

Rutger leaned in, his eyes widening in surprise as he watched himself on the screen. "Whoa, that's me!" he exclaimed, a mix of excitement and disbelief in his voice.

Y/N laughed, nodding enthusiastically. "Yep, someone made an edit of you. It's actually really cool."

As they watched the video together, Y/N's finger hovered over the screen, her intention to show Rutger quickly overshadowed by a sudden slip of her thumb. In an instant, she accidentally liked the video, her heart sinking as she realized her mistake.

"Oh no," she gasped, her eyes widening in horror. "I didn't mean to do that!"

Rutger looked at her, a puzzled expression on his face. "What happened?"

Y/N swallowed nervously, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I... I accidentally liked the video. On my public account."

Rutger's eyes widened in understanding as the implications of Y/N's mistake sank in. Their teammates had already been teasing them about their close friendship, and now, with Y/N accidentally liking an edit of Rutger, the rumors were bound to escalate.

"Oh man," Rutger muttered, running a hand through his hair. "This is not good."

Y/N groaned, feeling a knot of anxiety forming in the pit of her stomach. "I know. People are going to think... they're going to think we're dating for sure."

Rutger sighed, his expression resigned. "Well, I guess there's nothing we can do about it now. We'll just have to deal with whatever comes our way."

As they continued to scroll through TikTok, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over her. She knew that their accidental like would only fuel the rumors surrounding their relationship, but deep down, she also knew that their friendship was worth more than any speculation or gossip.

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The bright lights of the arena illuminated the stage as Y/N and Rutger took their seats for the pre-game interview. The anticipation in the air was electric, a buzz of excitement permeating the atmosphere as they prepared to discuss the upcoming game.

The interviewer, a cheerful woman with a microphone in hand, smiled warmly at them as the cameras began to roll. "Welcome, Y/N and Rutger! It's great to have you both here. Let's jump right into it – you two have been playing exceptionally well together on the ice. Some fans are even speculating that there might be more than just friendship between you. Care to comment?"

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat at the question, her gaze flickering to Rutger for a brief moment before returning to the interviewer. She swallowed nervously, her mind racing as she searched for the right words.

Before she could respond, Rutger spoke up, his tone casual but firm. "No, we're not dating. We're just good friends and teammates who happen to have a great on-ice chemistry."

Y/N's heart sank at his words, a pang of hurt flashing through her chest despite her best efforts to suppress it. She forced a smile onto her lips, nodding in agreement with Rutger's response.

"Right, just good friends," she echoed, her voice betraying none of the turmoil swirling within her.

The interviewer smiled, seemingly satisfied with their answer. "Well, you two certainly make a formidable team regardless. Best of luck in tonight's game!"

As the interview concluded and they made their way back to the locker room, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment that lingered within her. She had always known that she and Rutger were just friends, but hearing him dismiss the idea of them dating so quickly had stung more than she cared to admit.

In the quiet of the locker room, she took a moment to collect herself, plastering a smile onto her face as she prepared to face their teammates. But deep down, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered within her. She knew that their friendship was worth more than any rumors or speculation, but a small part of her couldn't help but wonder if there was something more between them after all.

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As Y/N and Rutger settled into their roles on the Winnipeg Jets, their bond on and off the ice only seemed to grow stronger. They continued to be each other's rock, supporting and pushing one another to new heights with each game they played.

But amidst the chaos of the NHL season, Y/N found herself grappling with feelings she had long kept buried – feelings that went beyond friendship. She watched as Rutger dazzled on the ice, his skill and determination shining brighter than ever, and couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration and affection swell within her.

Yet, she kept her feelings hidden, burying them beneath layers of friendship and camaraderie. She couldn't risk jeopardizing their relationship, especially not when they were both focused on achieving their dreams in the NHL.

But fate had a way of throwing unexpected curveballs, and one evening, during a crucial game against a fierce rival, history seemed to repeat itself. As the clock ticked down and the tension mounted, Y/N found herself in the perfect position to recreate the play that had once brought them victory back in Michigan.

With Rutger by her side, she darted across the ice, her heart pounding with anticipation as she positioned herself for the pass. And just like before, Rutger delivered, sending the puck sailing towards her with pinpoint precision.

Time seemed to slow as Y/N made her move, the familiar rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins as she fired the puck towards the net. And then, with a resounding thud, it hit its mark – the same pass, the same goal they had scored together all those years ago.

The arena erupted into cheers as their teammates rushed to congratulate them, but amidst the jubilation, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of déjà vu that washed over her. It was as if time had folded in on itself, bringing them full circle to where it all began.

Amidst the jubilation, Rutger made his way over to Y/N, a grin stretching across his face as he clapped her on the back. "That was incredible, Y/N," he exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine excitement. "You really nailed it out there."

Y/N returned his smile, her heart fluttering at his praise. "Thanks, Rutger. I couldn't have done it without your perfect pass."

As they basked in the glow of their victory, Rutger's expression turned thoughtful, a hint of nostalgia flickering in his eyes. "You know," he began, his tone soft but earnest, "that goal we just scored... it reminded me of our time back in Michigan."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat at his words, her mind racing with memories of their days as college teammates. "Yeah," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "It felt like déjà vu, didn't it?"

Rutger nodded, a wistful smile playing on his lips. "It did. Back then, we were just a couple of rookies with big dreams. And now, here we are, living those dreams together in the NHL."

Y/N's heart swelled with emotion as she gazed at Rutger, her feelings for him bubbling to the surface with each passing moment. "Yeah," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "Here we are."

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At team dinners, amidst the clinking of utensils and the chatter of their teammates, Y/N found solace in the familiar presence of Rutger beside her. It had become a ritual of sorts for them to sit next to each other, their seats gravitating towards one another as naturally as breathing.

During team dinners, Y/N often found herself gravitating towards Rutger, drawn to the comfort and familiarity of his presence. As they sat side by side, their shoulders brushing against each other in a silent display of solidarity, she found solace in his company.

Rutger had a way of making her feel seen and understood, his easygoing demeanor putting her at ease even in the midst of a bustling dinner crowd. He knew so much about her life – the trials and triumphs, the joys and struggles – and there was a certain comfort in knowing that he was always there to listen, to support her, to be her rock in times of need.

As they engaged in light-hearted banter and shared inside jokes, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for Rutger's unwavering friendship. He was more than just a teammate; he was her confidant, her ally, her closest companion in a world that often felt overwhelming and uncertain.

But amidst the warmth and camaraderie of their team dinners, there were moments when Y/N's insecurities threatened to resurface. It was during one such dinner that someone not on her team mentioned her family, their words casting a shadow over the jovial atmosphere.

"They say she's always lived in her brothers' shadows," the voice said, loud enough for Y/N to hear.

Her heart skipped a beat as she forced a smile onto her lips, her grip tightening on her utensils as she struggled to maintain her composure. The words stung, dredging up painful memories of feeling overlooked and overshadowed by her brothers' achievements.

But before the words could fully settle in her mind, Rutger's touch brought her back to the present. His hand found hers under the table, his grip gentle yet reassuring as he squeezed her leg in silent solidarity.

In that simple gesture, Y/N found the comfort and support she had been seeking. Rutger knew her struggles, understood the pressures she faced, and offered his unwavering support without needing to say a word.

"Y/N is one of the most talented and hardworking players I know," he said, his words carrying across the table with quiet conviction. "She's earned every success she's had on her own merit, and anyone who says otherwise doesn't know what they're talking about."

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As the playoffs approached, the excitement in the air was palpable, a tangible energy that permeated every aspect of life both on and off the ice. For Y/N, it was a time of heightened anticipation, a chance to prove herself on the biggest stage of them all alongside her teammates, including her steadfast companion, Rutger.

As the playoffs drew nearer, Y/N decided to take a bold step and introduce Rutger to her family. She knew that her parents and siblings were eager to meet the man who had become such an integral part of her life, both on and off the ice. And as she watched Rutger interact with her family, she couldn't help but feel a swell of pride and affection for the man by her side.

Her parents, Ellen and Jim Hughes, greeted Rutger with warm smiles and open arms, instantly putting him at ease with their genuine warmth and hospitality. And as they observed the easy camaraderie and shared laughter between Y/N and Rutger, it was clear to see that they were more than just teammates – they were kindred spirits, united by a bond that transcended the confines of the hockey rink.

Ellen Hughes, in particular, couldn't help but notice the undeniable connection between Y/N and Rutger. She had long been aware of her daughter's major crush on Rutger, her keen maternal instincts picking up on the subtle cues and glances that betrayed Y/N's true feelings.

But as she watched the two of them together, Ellen couldn't help but feel a surge of hope and optimism. Rutger was more than just a teammate – he was a kind and caring presence in Y/N's life, someone who brought out the best in her both on and off the ice. And as she looked at them, laughing and joking together like old friends, Ellen couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the man who had captured her daughter's heart.

As the playoffs intensified and the pressure mounted, Y/N and Rutger found themselves locked in a fierce battle on the ice. But instead of crumbling under the weight of expectation, they rose to the occasion, their chemistry igniting like never before as they propelled their team towards victory.

With every pass and every play, it was as if they were in perfect sync, their movements fluid and instinctual as they danced across the ice in a mesmerizing display of teamwork and skill. They seemed to anticipate each other's every move, their connection transcending words as they communicated through subtle gestures and knowing glances.

After the game, as they sat together in the locker room, still buzzing with adrenaline from their hard-fought victory, Y/N couldn't help but marvel at the intensity of their performance.

"Did you feel that out there?" she asked, her voice filled with awe and wonder. "It was like our chemistry exploded on the ice. We were unstoppable together."

Rutger nodded, a wide grin spreading across his face as he relived the exhilaration of the game. "I know what you mean," he replied, his eyes alight with excitement. "It's like we were on the same wavelength, reading each other's minds out there. It was incredible."

Y/N nodded in agreement, her heart swelling with pride at the thought of what they had accomplished together. "I've never felt anything like it," she admitted, her voice tinged with amazement.

It's like we were meant to be." Y/N's heart skipped a beat at Rutger's words, her breath catching in her throat as she processed the weight of his statement.The words echoed in her mind, sending a flurry of emotions coursing through her veins.

"Oh," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, but filled with a depth of feeling that she couldn't quite articulate. In that moment, the air between them seemed charged with an electric tension, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the space between them.

Rutger's gaze softened, his eyes searching hers with a mixture of warmth and vulnerability. "I didn't mean it like that," he said, his voice gentle but earnest. "I just meant... I don't know, it's hard to explain."

Y/N nodded, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to make sense of her own emotions. "I know what you mean," she replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "It's just... it feels like we have this connection, you know? Like we were always meant to find each other, even if it's just as teammates."

Rutger reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "Yeah," he said, his voice soft but sure. "I feel it too."

As Rutger's touch lingered on her skin, Y/N couldn't help but wish that he could feel the same depth of emotion stirring within her. The uncertainty gnawed at her, a constant ache in the pit of her stomach as she grappled with the weight of her unspoken feelings.

But little did she know, Rutger's heart beat in rhythm with hers, his own emotions swirling in a tumultuous whirlwind of longing and desire. With every glance, every touch, every shared moment, he found himself falling deeper under Y/N's spell, unable to deny the magnetic pull she held over him.

As they sat together in the quiet intimacy of the locker room, Rutger wrestled with his own inner turmoil, his mind consumed by thoughts of Y/N and the unspoken connection that bound them together. He longed to reach out and tell her the truth, to lay bare his own feelings and risk it all for the chance at something more.

But fear held him back, the fear of rejection, of ruining their friendship, of losing the one person who had come to mean everything to him. And so, he remained silent, his words caught in the tangled web of his own insecurities.

As they sat together in the hushed stillness of the moment, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of longing wash over her. She wished she could read Rutger's thoughts, decipher the silent language of his heart and know once and for all where they stood.

As Rutger found himself unable to shake Y/N from his thoughts, her presence lingering in his mind like a haunting melody, he knew he couldn't ignore the turmoil that churned within him any longer. With each passing moment, the weight of his unspoken feelings grew heavier, threatening to consume him from the inside out.

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Unable to resist the pull any longer, Rutger made his way to Y/N's apartment, his heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. He knew that this was a risk, that laying his heart bare could change everything between them, but he also knew that he couldn't continue to live in the shadow of his own fears.

As he stood outside her door, his hand poised to knock, Rutger's mind raced with a thousand different scenarios, each one more terrifying than the last. What if she didn't feel the same way? What if he ruined their friendship? What if...

But before he could spiral any further into his own doubts, Rutger took a deep breath and knocked on the door, his heart hammering in his chest as he waited for her to answer.

When Y/N opened the door, her eyes widened in surprise at the sight of Rutger standing on her doorstep. "Rutger, what are you doing here?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and concern.

Rutger took a step forward, his gaze locked on hers with a fierce intensity. "I couldn't stop thinking about you," he admitted, his voice raw with emotion. "I couldn't get you out of my head, and I realized... I couldn't keep it in anymore."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat at his confession, her heart racing with a mixture of disbelief and hope. "Rutger..." she began, her voice barely a whisper as she struggled to find the words to express the whirlwind of emotions coursing through her veins.

But before she could speak, Rutger reached out and gently cupped her face in his hands, his touch sending sparks of electricity dancing across her skin. "I know this might be a lot to take in," he said, his voice soft but urgent. "But I had to tell you... I care about you, Y/N. More than I've ever cared about anyone."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat at his confession, her pulse quickening with a mixture of disbelief and longing. She searched his eyes, the depths of their blue depths mirroring her own uncertainty, yet tinged with a vulnerability that laid bare the rawness of his emotions.

Rutger took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to reveal. "It wasn't just today," he confessed, his voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia. "It's been building for a while now... ever since Michigan."

Y/N's brow furrowed in confusion, her mind racing to make sense of his words. "Michigan?" she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper as she urged him to continue.

Rutger nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he recalled the memories that lingered in the recesses of his mind. "After we won the game," he began, his voice laced with a hint of nostalgia, "and we scored that goal together... something changed for me."

He paused, his gaze searching hers with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat. "In that moment, with the crowd cheering and our teammates surrounding us, I realized that I was falling for you, Y/N. Hard."

As Rutger's words hung in the air, time seemed to stand still, the weight of his confession settling between them like a delicate veil. Y/N's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest as she processed the depth of his feelings.

"That day, I felt like it was just us against the world," Rutger continued, his voice filled with a quiet conviction that sent a shiver down Y/N's spine. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that I love you."

Y/N's eyes widened in astonishment at his words, her heart soaring with a newfound sense of hope and joy. She searched his gaze, the depths of his blue eyes reflecting a vulnerability that mirrored her own, yet tinged with an intensity that made her pulse quicken with anticipation.

"Rutger..." she whispered, her voice barely above a breath as she struggled to find the words to express the whirlwind of emotions coursing through her veins. "I... I don't know what to say."

But Rutger reached out and gently brushed a tear from her cheek, his touch sending sparks of electricity dancing across her skin. "You don't have to say anything," he said, his voice soft but urgent. "I just needed you to know how I feel."

In that moment, surrounded by the quiet intimacy of her apartment, Y/N knew that she had a choice to make – to embrace the love that pulsed between them, or to retreat back into the safety of her own fears. And as she looked into Rutger's eyes, shining with a vulnerability that mirrored her own, she knew that she couldn't ignore the longing that pulsed between them any longer.

With a trembling breath, she reached out and took Rutger's hand in hers, her fingers intertwining with his in a silent promise of what could be. "I love you too, Rutger," she whispered, her voice filled with a depth of feeling that she hadn't known was possible. "More than you'll ever know."

As their hands intertwined, a wave of electricity surged between them, igniting a spark that had been smoldering beneath the surface for far too long. With their hearts pounding in unison, Y/N leaned in slowly, her eyes fluttering closed as she closed the distance between them.

Rutger's breath hitched as he felt her soft lips press against his, a surge of warmth flooding through him as their kiss deepened. In that moment, the world fell away, leaving only the two of them wrapped in the cocoon of their shared emotions.

Their kiss was tender yet passionate, a silent affirmation of the love that had blossomed between them. With each brush of their lips, they poured their hearts into the moment, savoring the sweetness of their newfound connection.

And as they finally pulled away, their foreheads resting against each other as they caught their breath, Y/N knew that this was just the beginning of their journey together. With Rutger by her side, she felt invincible, ready to face whatever challenges the future might hold.

"I love you," Rutger whispered, his voice filled with a depth of emotion that mirrored her own.

"I love you too," Y/N replied, her heart overflowing with happiness as she pressed another gentle kiss to his lips.

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waiting | R Mcgroarty

summary: song fic for waiting by norah jones

Hush now watch the stars fall Into a fire wall

I am waiting here Waiting for you to come home

You stood shivering on the side of the road, wrapped in that foil blanket the firefighters had given you.

You watched with watery eyes as they finally pulled him from the car.

It felt like an out of body experience watching his lifeless body lay in the street before they finally covered it up.

Luca screamed your name from behind the yellow tape until the police let him through, the rest of the team still there watching.

He ran to you, standing infront of you and taking your eyes off Rutger for once this evening.

“Y/N, what’s happened? What’s going on? Are you-“

You mumbled softly “He’s dead… he died Luca, Rut is dead” before dropping the foil blanket to show him your blood stained hands.

He held your shaking hands “It’s gonna be ok”

“He’s gone…”

Melting icy snow l am waiting here, Waiting for you to come home

As the semester carried on, the world continued to spin around you.

You went back to that intersection everyday.

You sat on the bench across from where it happened, you could still hear the tires screeching and the yelling. You can feel that blood soaking your hands when you fired to shake him awake.

You sat at the intersection just hoping he’d roll up to that stop sign and call for you to hop in.

You felt sick.

You’d been feeling sick lately, tired and moody too. The doctor said it wasn’t out with the norm for victims of trauma to suffer these side effects even two months on.

You didn’t like sleeping because it would happen all over again infront of you while you slept.

The boys took turns sleeping on your couch to keep an eye on you. Majority of the time they’d end up in your bed holding you as it was the only way to sleep, when you’d wake up you’d forget for a split second that it wasn’t Rutger holding you.

Those few seconds were the best few seconds in your day.

Now, they were holding back your hair as your projectile vomited into the toilet bowl.

Mark’s hand rubbed small circles in your lower back, coaxing you through “You should see a doctor”

“I did, she said it was fine”

“This” he gestured to you “isn’t fine! This isn’t grief, I mean if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were pregnant”

His comment made your body run stiff “What?”

“I said-“

“I know what you said Mark! What if I’m- I think you’re right” realization settled over your body when you slumped down against his leg to think of your missed periods, sickness, mood changes all were excused as grief.

Your head dropped onto Mark’s knee while you sniffled softly. His hand combed through your hair “You good?”

“I really, really wish you were Rut”

When will I ever learn that If I wait it doesn't mean you will return

You sat in the damp grass with your head leaning onto the side of the stone.

“She thinks you’re a little weird for not coming to the appointments” you commented, shifting to get comfortable “How awkward would it be if I told her where you really were”

It felt weird to joke and not hear his laugh in return.

Sighing, you pull the envelope out of your jacket pocket “find out together, eh?”

“I miss you baby, so much” you start, hands shaking with the envelope in them “This is so scary going through this, I really want to just hold your hand Rut… I’m waiting for you to just come home”

You paused for a moment as if waiting for an answer and when it didn’t come you continued opening the envelope.

“Okay… three, two, one-“ you pulled the paper out, the blue writing confronting you head on.

A tsunami of emotions hit you at once and you began sobbing

“A boy, our boy… your boy, you’re coming home to me Rut”

“Come home”

Now all the stars have gone, cracks of dawn

Towards the end of your pregnancy things got better. You spent less time at the intersection and more time painting his room.

You smiled now which nobody had seen in a long time. You were excited about things and it made everyone so happy.

You called his sister everyday to give updates on babyboy, listening to her as she’d tell the bump stories of his dad.

You also told him stories. The ones where you fell in love, the things you wanted him remembered for.

“Your daddy is the best person ever, but you already know that he’s keeping you safe before he sends you home to me”

I'm waiting here, Waiting for you to come home.

He came early.

The baby wasn’t due in March, he wasn’t due yet.

You panicked, crying for Rutger to hold your hand and sobbing when you realized that wasn’t an option.

“I want Rut!” You cried, squeezing Luca’s hand

“I know, it’s ok”

“It’s not ok! This isn’t-“

Luca pulled your phone off the table and fiddled about with it until he pressed play.

“Hey pretty girl, just calling to check in” it was Rutgers voice, a voicemail he’d left when you were studying late one night “I love you, you can do this! You can do anything”

When his voice stopped you cried “What-“

“You heard him Y/N, you can do it… he trusted you”

You heard his voice the whole night coaxing you through it, you just thought of him.

He finally arrived, perfect and healthy. Like he was right one time. Heaven sent.

Rutger McGroarty Jr

30 March. 06:25am

You held him in your arms, rocking him back and forth.

“You came home to me, you’re finally home… I’ve been waiting for you”

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wintfleur · 11 months ago

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ꔫ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ V-day with Pookie — Stella Hughes AU!

au masterlist — you can find asks under #💌stellahughes!

°. — asks about stella and rut are under #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨🩷୧˚ stella & rut!

°. — pairings ( Estella Hughes oc! X Rutger McGroarty )

°. — summary ( valentines posts with our favorite couple )

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stellahughes QUINN OMG I LOVE THEM 💐💐

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jackhughes the flowers I definitely sent you will be there tomorrow…haha problem with shipping yk?

stellahughes uh huh yeah ofc

lhughes_06 @/jackhughes they don’t ship flowers you idiot

jackhughes I don’t see you getting her flowers you snitch @/lhughes_06

stellahughes He got me chocolate and 3 books…

jackhughes oh!

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stellahughes Are you High ?

trevorzegras HIGH ON LOVE ☁️

colecaufield he’s lost his bf, broke his ankle…poor bud has gone delulu

trevorzegras YOUR WORDS DONT HURT ME @/colecaufield

stellahughes Poor bud . . . I love you too trev 🫶🏻

colecaufield still can’t believe you have a bf…

stellahughes still can’t believe ur still single…oh wait I can ☺️

colecaufield sassy girl apocalypse I see 😒…. Stay safe y’all

username she’s just using rut…he deserves sm better

username you can just tell by his body Language that he hates her

username she’s such a slut, look how she dresses?

username Hope you had a great day!!! 🩷

stellahughes Thank you lovely same to you!!! 💞

mollyannmcg no way you cropped me out bbg

stellahughes sorry babe I just couldn’t focus on anything but you 😔

rutgermcgroarty UM WTF GO AWAY MOLLY?!?!

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stellahughes I heard you’re the plug can I be the circuit?

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edwards.73 Stella girly, my bestie….those are my glasses.

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adamfantilli stells rockin the glasses ‼️

stellahughes Can’t spell iconic without me 😙

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username I saw them today at this dinner and omg he’s so sweet to her

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dylanduke25 not Stella doing a face mask without me…

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📍 rutgermcgroarty it was a new personal best if I do say so myself

entersteller wanna celebrate the new pb? 😌

rutgermcgroarty I’ll get the camera

mollyannmcg NAHH WTF

lhughes_06 Nahh wtf is this

lhughes_06 No one wants to see this.

lhughes_06 DELETE PLEASE DELETE ❌

carmenbarlowe that’s my shade . . . did you take my lipstick 😐

lilybaileys I don’t think you want it back minns 😧

lilybaileys HEHEHE I WAS SO RIGHT 🤭

entersteller sososo right, very right, right multiple times 🤭

lilybaileys OKAY BBG DAMN CALM DOWN 😮

luca.fantilli okay fridge I see you

trevorzegras so like I didn’t need to see this 👍🏻

colecaufield STELLA UR LIKE 12 ????

markestapa pookie this is not the content I subscribed for 😦

edwards.73 the r necklace really pulls this all together…

_quinnhughes I am not buying you film anymore.

_quinnhughes really debating on why I accepted the follow for this account.

_quinnhughes stella please think before posting. Thanks.

jackhughes MY EYES WTF

jackhughes ESTELLA HUGHES

jackhughes ESTELLA HUGHES DELETE THIS RIGHT NOW ‼️

jackhughes 🤢🤢

jackhughes WHY IS SHE NOT RESPONDING ⁉️⁉️

colecaufield I don’t think you wanna know…

trevorzegras there totally fucking

jackhughes what the fuck @/trevorzegras

_quinnhughes what the fuck @/trevorzegras

lhughes_06 what the fuck @/trevorzegras

colecaufield what the fuck @/trevorzegras

_alexturcotte what the fuck @/trevorzegras

tatemcrae me next 😩

entersteller just tell me the time and place 💋

jackhughes DONT IGNORE ME ESTELLA ‼️

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delilaahh9 · 4 months ago

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FIC-tober!

31 days of Hockey Fics!

Candles - Q. Hughes

His Sweater - N. Hischier

Get me my Guitar - E. Edward’s

Skates and Dates - L. Hughes

Pumpkin Carving - J. Hughes

Pies! - R. McGroarty

Black Cat - W. Smith

Giggles and Ghosts - L. Hughes

Trick or Treating - Hughes sister

Party it up! - M. Estapa

Falling Leaves - Q. Hughes

Fake Blood - T. Zegras

Corn Maze - M. Marner

Flannel Shirt - W. Smith

Decorating for Halloween - A. Turcotte

Haunted House - J. Hughes

spirit Halloween - Q. Hughes

Matching Costumes - A. Fantilli

my muse - L. Hughes

dark and spooky nights - E. Edwards

Caught in a dream - L.Fantilli

candy candy candy! - T. Zegras

Halloween plans - Zegras Sister

scary? - M. Estapa

carnival competition - Hughes Brothers

All Alone - L. Hughez

Prank Night! - N. Hischier

Movie Marathon - R. McGroarty

coordinated costumes - Hughes sister

my candy, Bitch! - Fantilli sister

Murder Mystery! - cast :).

Each Post will release on their respected days at 6 pm EST! I will update if there are any changes.

Also these character are Not related to my AUs.

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mamaestapa · 1 year ago

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R. McGroarty Masterlist

• digital animal au

• digital animal (SMUT)

• don’t you ever grow up

• girl dad or boy dad?

#rutger mcgroarty #rutger mcgroarty x reader #rutger mcgroarty x y/n #rutger mcgroarty imagines #rutger mcgroarty blurbs

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toasttt11 · 6 months ago

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reagan mcgroarty

Reagan Jade Mcgroarty

Number: 22

Season: Rookie

Position: C

Height: 5”11

Hometown: Lincoln, Nebraska

S/C: R

NHL: CBJ

Prev Team: UMICH

NHL

• Selected Sixth overall by the Columbus Blue Jakets in the 2022 NHL Draft.

International

Team USA

•2023 World Junior Championship- Bronze Medal, 5 G, 9 A, 7 GP

•2022 World U-18 Hockey Championship- Silver Medal, 4 G, 7 A, 6 GP

NHL

Rookie Season (2023-2024)

Columbus Blue Jackets

36 G, 44 A, 80 P, 82 GP

Rookie of the year nomination.

B1G

Freshman Year (2022-2023)

University of Michigan

25 G, 30 A, 55 P, 32 GP

USHL

UNTDP (2021-2022)

36 G, 30 A, 66 P, 54 GP

Draft Year.

UNTDP (2020-2021)

28 G, 22 A, 50 P, 45 GP

Personal

• Born March 20, 2004

• Daughter of Cindy and Jim Mcgroarty

• Has a sister Molly and a twin brother Rutger.

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jocelynscrazyideas · 9 months ago

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Masterlist

not sure if I’ll be writing yet- I’m planning on it, just not sure if I’m ready for the creation part. I’ll probably start during off season 🤗

Who I write for: if your desired player is not here, just mention the name, and ill add them to the list!!

A: Alexander Holtz - New Jersey Devils Auston Mathews - Toronto Maple Leafs Adam Fantilli- CBJ

B: Brock Faber- Minnesota Wild Brady Tkachuk- Ottawa Senators Brendan Brisson- Vegas Golden Knight Brodie Ziemer- USNTDP U18/ college commit: U of Minn Brendan McMorrow- USNTDP U18/ Commit to U of Denver

C: Charlie Strobel- University of Minnesota Cole Caufield- Montreal Canadieans

D: Dawson Mercer- New Jersey Devils Dylan Duke- U of Mich/ Tampa Bay Lightning

E: Ethan Edwards- U of Mich/NJD

F: Frank Nazar lll- U of Michigan/Chicago Blackhawks

G: Gavin Brindley- U of Mich/Columbus Blue Jackets Garrett Shifsky- University of MIchigan

H: J: Jack Hughes- New Jersey Devils John Marino- New Jersey Devils Johnny Beecher- Boston Bruins

Joel Hofer-

K: Kiril Kaprizov? - Minnesota Wilds Kienan Draper- Detroit Red Wings Kandre Miller- New York Rangers

L: Luke Hughes - New Jersey Devils Luca Fantilli- U of Michigan

M: Mark Estapa - U of Michigan Mackie Samoskevich - Florida Panthers/charlotte checkers Matt Boldy - Minnesota Wild Matthew Tkachuk - Florida Panthers Matt Rempe- NYR

N: Nick Moldenhauer- U of Mich/Toronto Maple Leafs

Nico Hischier- New Jersey devils

O: Owen Powers- Buffalo Sabers Oliver Moore- University of MN/Chicago Blackawks

P: Philippe Lapointe- Univeristy of Michigan

Q: Quinn Hughes- Vancouver Canucks

R: Rutger McGroarty- U of Mich/Winnipeg Jets

S: Seamus Casey - U of Mich/NJD Sidney Crosby?- Pittsburg Penguins

T: Trevor Zegras- Anaheim Ducks Tyler Duke- U of Michigan Thomas Bordeleau - San Jose Sharks

#hockey #jocelynscrazyideas #quinn hughes #ethan edwards #jack hughes #luke hughes #nhl #umich hockey #umich #nico hischier #John Marino #johnny beecher #nhl players #hockey fics

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lukeevangelista · 2 years ago

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hi!! would you be able to write "go back to sleep I've got you" with rutger mcgroarty

Nightmares - R. McGroarty

You shot up, your body slick with sweat as your eyes darted towards your sweet boyfriend, who was still passed out.

“I need water.” You crawled out of bed, making your way down the stairs of your Winnipeg home.

Grabbing a glass and quickly moving to fill it, you scrolled through your phone for a few minutes as you tried to calm yourself down.

You finished the glass of water before setting it in the sick and making your way back up to bed.

“You okay?” Rutger asked as he was sitting up in the bed, the lamp on his side on, “I woke up and you were gone.”

“Yeah- just had a nightmare. I got some water, but I’m fine now.” You said as you got back into bed.

Rutger turned off the lamp, his arm going immediately over your waist, tugging you back towards him, “Go back to sleep. I’ve got you.”

#rutger mcgroarty #soft thoughts w/ari #aris 1k celly

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georgemcginn · 2 years ago

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brave-little-mcgroartys · 5 years ago

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1st Anniversary!

Hello, everyone! We have an announcement to make; one that we’re sure you’d like to hear.

As of today, March 16th, we of Brave-Little-McGroartys have been here for a year! Yes, it’s true!

One day, out of nowhere, we appeared with a silly but humble ask blog, with anonymous letters such as T, B, L, R, and K. At first, we didn’t think very hard about how this would go, or what could follow from it. In fact, the last thing we expected was to sign our posts with our names.

Yet, a year later... Here we are, being completely open with our answers, and knowing full well that you'll realize what we really are.

While it's been said a few times, the truth of the matter is that, we never could’ve gotten here on our own. You all out there made this whole thing worth it. We just hope that saying so as much as we have hasn’t lost its luster. Seriously, we can’t thank you enough!

We’ll try harder to keep up with our day-to-day lives, we know we’ve started to lessen that, lately. We used to be pretty good about it, too.

So, what do you say? Want to make it through another year, asking questions or submitting something to us small house (Or, dorm) appliances? We’ll be waiting!

- Toaster, Blanky, Lampy, Radio, Kirby

#post #life #update #t #b #l #r #k #Arc2 #tblt

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estapa-edwards · 9 months ago

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UNEXPECTED - R. MCGROARTY

paring: rutger mcgroarty x fem! reader

word count:3k

requested? no

warnings: use of y/n.

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I never thought I'd find myself in this situation. Of all the people in the University of Michigan, why did it have to be Rutger McGroarty? I mean, the guy was a hockey legend, scoring goals left and right on the ice and having his face plastered all over campus posters. But off the ice? Let's just say, we were like oil and water.

It all started in Professor Williams' Advanced Statistics class. We were assigned a semester-long project that would contribute a significant portion to our final grades. The catch? We had to work in pairs, and Professor Williams, in his infinite wisdom, decided to pair me up with Rutger. Great.

I slumped in my seat, trying to disappear into the lecture hall's worn-out upholstery as Professor Williams announced the pairings. When he finally called out, "Y/N and Rutger McGroarty," I felt like the entire room turned to look at me, probably to see my reaction. And what was my reaction? Pure dread.

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The first meeting was a disaster. Rutger strolled in wearing his Michigan hockey team jacket, a smug grin plastered on his face as he tossed his bag onto the table. "So, statistics, huh? Should be easy," he remarked, barely looking at the project guidelines I had painstakingly printed out.

I shot him a skeptical look. "Easy for you, maybe. I'm not exactly a math whiz."

He chuckled, "Don't worry, I'll handle the numbers. You can handle... whatever it is you're good at."

I rolled my eyes. "Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence."

As the weeks passed, our project meetings evolved into something entirely unexpected. Rather than focusing solely on statistics and data analysis, our time together became a battleground of differing opinions and clashing personalities. Rutger, with his competitive spirit, always seemed eager to take the lead, often making decisions without even glancing in my direction.

One evening, as we were deep in discussion about our data collection methods, Rutger leaned over the table, his eyes locked onto mine with a mischievous glint. "You know, Y/N," he said, a playful smirk playing on his lips, "I think we should use my method. After all, it's tried and tested."

I raised an eyebrow, not amused by his arrogance. "And what about my method? Have you even considered it?"

He chuckled softly, leaning even closer, his voice low and flirty, "Teamwork? I thought you were just here to witness my brilliance."

I groaned internally, rolling my eyes at his audacity. How had I ended up with such an arrogant project partner?

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During another one of our study sessions, tensions reached a boiling point. We were deep in a heated debate about the interpretation of our data, and Rutger's competitive nature was once again on full display. He suddenly stood up, towering over me with his imposing hockey player physique, making the small study room feel even more cramped.

"I still think my approach is better," he declared, his tone dripping with confidence and assertiveness.

I let out a deep sigh, trying to keep my frustration in check. "Rutger, can you please just listen to what I'm saying? This is a group project, remember? We're supposed to work together, not against each other."

He smirked, his eyes locking onto mine as he leaned down to my level, his face mere inches from mine. The audacity of his flirty demeanor in the midst of our disagreement only added to my irritation.

"Oh, I'm listening, Y/N," he said, his voice low and teasing, "I'm just waiting for you to see things my way."

I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks as I pushed my chair back, creating some much-needed distance between us. "Unbelievable," I muttered under my breath, shaking my head in exasperation.

Rutger leaned against the table, his smirk never wavering. "Come on, Y/N," he coaxed, his tone playful, "Admit it, you're starting to see the brilliance of my ideas, aren't you?"

I rolled my eyes, trying to ignore the fluttering in my stomach caused by his relentless flirting. "Rutger, this isn't a game. We need to work together and find a solution that we both agree on."

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Alright, alright, I'll try to be more open-minded," he conceded, though the playful glint in his eyes suggested he was far from giving up on his competitive stance.

As we continued to work on our project, Rutger suddenly changed the subject, "Hey, Y/N, are you free this Friday night?"

Caught off guard by the sudden change in topic, I looked up from my notes, "Um, yeah, why?"

Rutger's smirk returned, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "Great! How about coming to one of my hockey games? It's a big one, and I'd love for you to be there."

I hesitated for a moment, surprised by his invitation. "I... I don't know, Rutger. I'm not really into hockey."

Rutger leaned in closer, his flirty demeanor returning full force. "Come on, it'll be fun! Plus, you get to see me in action. Who knows, you might even become a fan."

Despite my reservations, I couldn't help but feel intrigued. Rutger's passion for hockey was evident, and the idea of seeing him play, seeing a different side of him outside of our intense study sessions, was tempting.

"Alright," I finally conceded, a small smile playing on my lips, "I'll come to your game."

Rutger's face lit up with a triumphant grin. "Great! You won't regret it, I promise."

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The rest of the week flew by, and before I knew it, Friday night had arrived. I found myself at the university's ice rink, surrounded by enthusiastic fans wearing Michigan's colors and cheering for the team. The atmosphere was electric, with the excitement palpable in the air.

As the players took to the ice for warm-ups, I spotted Rutger, effortlessly gliding across the rink, his focus and determination evident. I had to admit, seeing him in his element was impressive. His skill and passion for the game were undeniable, and I found myself getting caught up in the excitement of the atmosphere.

Just as the game was about to begin, Rutger glanced up and spotted me in the stands. A wide smile spread across his face, and he waved enthusiastically in my direction. I waved back, feeling a warm flush of pride at his acknowledgment. It was a small gesture, but it meant a lot to me.

My friends, who had accompanied me to the game, noticed Rutger's friendly wave and looked at me with surprise. "Wait, did Rutger just smile and wave at you?" one of them asked, her eyebrows raised in disbelief.

I chuckled, nodding in response. "Yeah, I guess he did. He asked me to come tonight."

My friends exchanged amused glances, clearly intrigued by the unexpected turn of events. "Wow, Y/N," another friend teased, "I didn't know you and Rutger had become so chummy. What's next, joining the hockey fan club?"

I laughed, rolling my eyes at their playful teasing. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. I don't even like him like that."

My friends exchanged knowing glances, clearly amused by my defensive response. "We never said you liked him like that," one of them teased with a smirk.

I felt my cheeks heat up, realizing I might have been a bit too quick to clarify. "Well, I just meant... you know," I stammered, trying to find the right words. "He's a good teammate and all, but it's not like that between us."

Another friend chuckled, nudging me playfully. "Sure, sure, Y/N. Whatever you say. But we saw that smile on your face when he waved at you. Admit it, you enjoyed being his special guest at the game tonight."

I rolled my eyes again, but this time with a smile. "Okay, okay, maybe I had more fun than I expected. But that doesn't mean anything's changed between us. We're still just project partners."

My friends laughed, clearly unconvinced by my attempts to downplay the evening's significance. "Alright, Y/N," one of them said, holding up their hands in mock surrender. "We'll let you off the hook for now. But don't be surprised if we start seeing you at more hockey games in the future."

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After the game, as I waited for Rutger outside the locker room, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected experience. Despite our rocky start and the constant challenges we faced during our project, I had gained a newfound appreciation for Rutger and his passion for hockey.

When Rutger finally emerged from the locker room, still in his gear but looking exhilarated, he flashed me a wide grin. "So, what did you think?" he asked, his tone hopeful.

I smiled back, genuinely impressed. "You were amazing, Rutger. I never realized how exciting hockey could be."

His grin widened, his eyes shining with happiness. "Told you, you might become a fan."

As Rutger and I began to walk away from the locker room, we were approached by two of his teammates, Ethan and Mark, both still in their Michigan hockey gear. They wore playful grins, clearly having spotted our interaction earlier.

"Hey, Rutger," Ethan began with a teasing tone, nudging Mark with his elbow. "Is this your girlfriend?"

Mark joined in on the joke, winking at me. "Yeah, Rutger, you didn't tell us you were bringing your special someone to the game tonight."

Rutger chuckled, rolling his eyes at his teammates' antics but not seeming entirely surprised by their teasing. "Very funny, guys," he said, his tone light and amused. He glanced over at me, offering a reassuring smile. "Ignore them, Y/N. They just can't resist a good joke."

I laughed, brushing off the playful teasing with a wave of my hand. "Don't worry, I'm not taking it seriously. But thanks for inviting me tonight, Rutger. I had a great time."

Ethan and Mark exchanged knowing glances, their grins widening. "Anytime, Y/N," Ethan said with a teasing tone. "You're always welcome to come and cheer for us... and for Rutger, of course."

Mark nodded in agreement, his playful demeanor still intact. "Yeah, maybe next time we'll even get you to wear a Michigan jersey... with Rutger's number on it."

I chuckled, shaking my head at their persistent teasing. "We'll see about that," I replied, glancing over at Rutger, who was still smiling despite his teammates' antics.

As we continued to walk towards the exit, Rutger's playful demeanor returned. "I hope they weren't too much for you," he said, his tone light.

I shrugged, smiling back at him. "They're just having some fun. I can handle a little teasing."

Rutger grinned, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Good to know. And thanks again for coming tonight, Y/N. I'm glad you enjoyed the game."

I nodded, feeling genuinely grateful for the unexpected experience. "Me too, Rutger. It was a great game, and you played exceptionally well."

His smile widened, and for a moment, the playful, competitive edge that had defined so much of our project seemed to fade away, replaced by a genuine warmth and camaraderie.

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The day had finally arrived to wrap up our project, and Rutger and I found ourselves in the university library, huddled over our laptops and notes. The tension in the room was undenible, not just from the looming deadline, but also from the lingering awkwardness between us.

As we worked on the final touches, I noticed Rutger's eyes drifting from his laptop to me more than a few times. Each time our eyes met, he quickly looked away, but I couldn't help but feel his gaze on me.

"Is everything okay, Rutger?" I finally asked, breaking the silence that had settled between us.

Rutger looked up, seeming caught off guard by my question. "Uh, yeah, sorry about that," he stammered, running a hand through his hair. "I was just thinking about the project, that's all."

I raised an eyebrow, not entirely convinced by his explanation. "You seem distracted. Are you sure there's nothing else on your mind?"

Rutger hesitated, his gaze meeting mine once again. This time, he didn't look away immediately, and I could see a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. "Honestly, Y/N," he began, his voice softer than usual, "I've been meaning to say something."

I felt my heart skip a beat, curious and slightly apprehensive about what he was about to say. "Go on," I urged, setting aside my work to give him my full attention.

Rutger took a deep breath, his eyes searching mine. "I just wanted to say thank you," he said, his tone sincere. "Despite our differences and the challenges we've faced, you've stuck by me and put in the effort to make this project a success. I really appreciate it."

I was taken aback by his honesty, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. "You're welcome, Rutger," I replied, smiling genuinely at him. "Despite our disagreements, I think we made a pretty good team in the end."

Rutger grinned, his eyes lighting up. "Yeah, we did," he agreed, his gaze lingering on me a moment longer than necessary. "And for the record," he added, his tone teasing, "I wasn't just staring at you because you're distracting. I was also trying to figure out how to ask you out after we finish this project."

I chuckled, caught off guard by his candidness but also intrigued by his confession. "Oh, really?" I responded, raising an eyebrow playfully. "And here I thought you were just lost in thought about the project."

Rutger laughed, his grin widening as he leaned back in his chair. "Well, the project was definitely on my mind, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't also thinking about what comes next."

I felt a warmth spread through me, a mix of surprise and excitement at his bold admission. "Well, now that the project is done," I replied, my voice tinged with amusement, "I guess you have your answer, don't you?"

His eyes met mine, the playful glint replaced by something softer, more genuine. "I do," he said, his voice low and sincere. "So, what do you say, Y/N? Would you like to go out with me?"

I smiled, feeling a sense of anticipation and curiosity about where this unexpected connection might lead. "I'd like that, Rutger," I answered, my own voice softening.

Rutger's smile was infectious, his eyes shining with happiness as he stood up, extending a hand towards me. "Great," he said, his tone light but sincere. "How about dinner tomorrow night? We can celebrate our successful project and whatever this is."

I accepted his hand, standing up to meet his gaze. "Dinner sounds perfect," I replied, feeling a flutter of excitement at the prospect of getting to know Rutger beyond the confines of our project.

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I sat across from Rutger at a quaint French bistro nestled in the heart of downtown Ann Arbor. The restaurant had a warm and intimate atmosphere, with soft lighting, rustic wooden tables, and a hint of romantic charm in the air. It was our first official date since wrapping up our project, and I was both nervous and excited.

Rutger was in the middle of sharing a funny anecdote from one of his hockey games when the door to the bistro opened, and in walked Ethan and Mark. My heart sank as I saw them, and I could feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment. Of all the restaurants in Ann Arbor, they had to walk into the one where Rutger and I were having our date?

Ethan and Mark spotted us almost immediately and made their way over, their grins widening as they approached our table. Rutger looked up, clearly surprised to see his teammates, but his expression quickly turned amused as he saw Ethan and Mark's cheeky smiles.

"Hey, Rutger," Ethan began with a teasing tone, leaning against the back of an empty chair at our table. "Fancy seeing you here."

Mark chimed in, winking at me, "And with Y/N, no less. Who would've thought?"

Rutger chuckled, clearly unfazed by his teammates' interruption. "What are you guys doing here?"

Ethan shrugged, still grinning. "We knew you two would finally get together. Just wanted to see it with our own eyes."

I felt my cheeks grow even hotter, wishing the floor would swallow me up. Rutger, however, seemed to find the situation amusing.

"Alright, alright," Rutger said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "You've had your fun. Now, give us some space, will you?"

Mark chuckled, raising his hands in mock defense. "Alright, alright. We'll leave you two lovebirds alone. But remember, Rutger, you owe us for this."

Ethan nodded in agreement, pointing a finger at Rutger. "Yeah, don't forget it."

With one last round of playful teasing and laughter, Ethan and Mark finally retreated, leaving Rutger and me at our table, slightly flustered but also laughing at the unexpected turn of events.

Rutger shook his head, grinning at me. "I'm sorry about that, Y/N. My teammates can be a bit... overbearing."

I chuckled, feeling more at ease now that the awkward encounter was behind us. "It's okay, Rutger. It was bound to happen eventually, right?"

He smiled, reaching across the table to take my hand. "Absolutely. And who knows, maybe we should thank them. Their little interruption broke the ice, so to speak."

I laughed, feeling grateful for Rutger's easygoing nature and his ability to turn a potentially awkward situation into a moment of shared laughter.

"Maybe you're right," I agreed, squeezing his hand in return. "After all, it wouldn't be a true Michigan experience without a little interference from your teammates."

Rutger grinned, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Exactly. So, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?"

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me as I remembered the conversation we had been having before Ethan and Mark's unexpected arrival. "You were about to tell me about that overtime goal you scored last week."

Rutger's face lit up, and as he launched back into his story, I found myself once again captivated by his passion for hockey and his infectious enthusiasm. Despite the awkward interruption, our date was turning out to be more enjoyable than I had anticipated, and I was grateful for the unexpected twist that had made our evening even more memorable.

#rutger mcgroarty #rutger mcgroarty x reader #rutger mcgroarty imagine #michigan #umich hockey #hockey

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