#zegras being the only player actually playing hockey

[p-antalons]

can we discuss this i think we need to discuss this

[yelenasdog]

tell me you’re that somebody ✧ (trevor zegras x fem reader)

genre: smut with plot

summary: trevor hadn’t expected anything to come from his routine tinder round-up of chicks for the first party of the summer at the lake house. but in all fairness, she wasn’t expecting anything when she’d downloaded the app in the first place. they’re both in over their heads.

words: 4k

warnings: alcohol mention, cheesy situation lol, smut, fingering, handjob, public sex (or foreplay? technically? whatever she gets fingered in a hot tub), cursing, reader and trev meet through tinder, use of pet name (baby)

a/n: @eminems-skittles and i texted abt this like a week ago and i haven’t been able to stop thinking abt this so. here! cassie ur my biggest cheerleader i love u 🤍 also the song mentioned later in the fic is “love me” by lil wayne btw and it lightly inspired the fic. so. do w that what u will. happy reading! 

The music was loud at the party, and that combined with the amount of drunk 20 somethings and flashing LED lights coming from inside the house would’ve been enough to make her lose her mind.

Key word: would’ve.

But she didn’t. Not yet, anyway. Because in all the noise and smoke and fucking craziness, she had him. And, despite being in a steamy hot tub, it wasn’t the most romantic situation ever, she’d be the first to admit.

The music blasting sounded like it was some kind of Lil Wayne song from 2013 (actually, was that Drake? No, it’s both of them) and the pair was surrounded by a graveyard of half empty beer bottles and cans from where they resided in the hot tub. (All from the girls who took about four minuscule sips from them to seem cool in front of the famed hockey players. That was only before abandoning them for a Whiteclaw the second they got warm.)

But she didn’t pay much care to the scenery, focusing just on the man in front of her. Or, beneath her, if we’re being technical.

Their relationship was a, shall we say, recent development. As in, when Trevor had rented a lake house with his buddies during the off season, and word of the first party had been spread, he’d taken to his Tinder. He’d been tasked with finding the girls, and even though he’d kind of felt like a pimp, he’d scrolled through anyway, finding chicks near his location, matching and inviting them quickly.

He came across her profile, seeing the bio mentioning she wasn’t expecting much from the app, but that she downloaded it for kicks and giggles. She was probably the hottest he’d seen yet (and would see), and he didn’t hesitate to swipe right. He mentally called dibs on the girl, who’s name was apparently Y/n, and not expecting a match right away, he pocketed his phone. Satisfied with the roster he’d created for the party, he stood up, heading outside where some of the guys were already playing a casual game of pong.

He chuckled to himself at the sight before him, Jamie and Alex half asleep in two of the chairs on the pool deck, Quinn on the same page as he scrolled through his phone. Jack and Cole were the two playing pong, while various other friends, some Trevor knew, some he didn’t, lingered about.

Trevor sat down, yawning. He shook his head, trying to rid himself of tiredness, but failing. Conversation drones on, and he mostly ignores it, zoning out. He was snapped out of his trance by the dinging of his phone, which he quickly retrieved, desperate for anything more interesting than what he was currently subject to.

He wasn’t disappointed at what he saw, the notification that he’d matched with someone bright against his lock screen. He clicked, hoping it was Y/n from earlier. It was, and at this revelation, he immediately opened up a chat, not caring that he probably looked desperate.

“Hi :)” he typed out, pressing send. Basic, he knows, but he figured he’d play it safe. He went back and looked at her profile again, swiping through all of the photos. He reread her bio, seeing that she had only recently moved to the area, loved hockey and a few other sports, and was currently still in school, studying for a doctorate. Fancy.

The photos didn’t quite match what the bio said, in Trevor’s mind. There was one of her in tight leggings and a sports bra posing with what he assumed was her dog, another in the garage of some race team, donned in their colors. Which doesn’t seem too far off, but then he kept scrolling.

A personal favorite (yes, it’s only been 10 minutes, yes, he had a personal favorite) was one of her in a rickety bar. It was taken with flash, and her smile was nearly brighter than said flash. It was dim in the photo aside from purple and blue stage lights, a band in the back in front of a crowd of people. Her hand was in the air, wrapped around a bottle of some sort, her other one slung around the shoulders of a guy wearing a cowboy hat. It was her brother in law, Trevor had learned from the bio.

He scrolled through the various pics multiple times after that, landing on one of her in a skimpy blue bikini, smiling on what appeared to be the bow of a yacht.

It caught the attention of Quinn, who’d been on his way inside. He stopped mid sentence, placing a hand on the back of Trevor’s chair.

“Who the fuck is that?” He questioned, leaning in towards Z’s phone. Trevor looked up at him, rolling his eyes and saying “dude, could you get any closer?” Quinn stepped away, his hand still gripping the edge of the chair.

“My bad. Like I said, who’s that?”

“Who’s who?” Jack asked from where he was still playing pong, curious as to what had piqued his older brother’s interest. Jamie, who’d taken Cole’s spot, turned his head as well, hand dropping from where it was mid air.

“Just an absolute rocket Trevor is trying to keep to himself.” Came the voice of Cole, who’d gone inside to get a water and was now back out, peering over Trevor’s shoulder. Z rolled his eyes again, turning off his phone and setting it on the table, face down.

“Well if she’s a rocket,” Jack started, “then is she coming tonight?”

Trevor shrugged. “We’ll see.” He replied, standing up and stretching. “I’m going to get a coffee. Text me if you want anything, ya fuckin’ idiots.” He added, turning and walking inside.

Up until the moment he was walking through the doors of the Starbucks, his phone was still flooding with orders from various numbers. It was a lot of black coffees and everything bagels, and he wasn’t looking forward to carrying them all to the car.

His woeful thoughts of cream cheese and cold brews were interrupted as he lifted his head, planted in place by what he saw.

“Yeah, I guess I should be thanking you for making me download it, but that’s if it’s actually him. What if it’s some creep, huh? I go to his place thinking it’s fuckin Trevor Zegras and it’s some 60 year old named Barnaby Wilson.” She pauses, listening to whoever was on the other side of the phone. “No, I don’t know what kind of name Barnaby Wilson is, nor do I care about a verification system. I care about becoming a murder victim on a shitty true crime podcast.” Another pause.

Then, just as she’s about to speak, she’s cut off by the barista yelling “Y/n!” far too loud for her liking. “Whatever, I’ll call you back. Yes, I’ll keep you updated! I promise. Okay. Love you, bye.” She rolled her eyes to herself, chuckling as she made the short walk to the counter. She grabbed her order with a “thank you” to the barista, before making her way over to the exit.

The exit where Trevor, like an idiot, was still stupidly standing.

“Hey, dude, you gonna order or what?” Some unenthusiastic teen who manned the register asked, obviously not fazed in the slightest by the NHL superstar in front of him.

“Uh, yeah. Just, looking at the menu.” He turned to where a mini line had formed behind him, apologizing to the older woman who had been standing behind him, waiting. He stepped aside, forcing his legs to carry him over to where she had been about to leave.

“Hey, Y/n!”

She turned, eyes wide as saucers upon hearing her name by someone who wasn’t a barista. When she saw that it was the real Trevor Zegras, not Barnaby Wilson, she just about fainted.

“Trevor? Zegras?” She wanted to facepalm at her reaction, and probably would have if it wasn’t from the bag in one hand and drink in the other.

A cocky smile came across Trevor’s face, starting to feel a little bit like himself again at the recognition, standing a little taller.

“In the flesh.” Okay. Maybe a little bit too himself.

“You get my message?” He asked, and she nodded, a small smile raising the corners of her mouth.

“I did. Haven’t responded yet, though. Wasn’t sure if you were the real deal. Not sure if you were some creep pretending to be Trevor Zegras.”

“Barnaby Wilson.” He added, and she grew red at the realization he heard that conversation. A small laugh left her, as her hand with the bag came up to scratch the back of her neck.

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Right.” He added quietly, a smile still cemented onto his face.

“Well”, he started after a moment of quiet. ”I was going to ask you over messages, but since you’re here, I’m having a party later with a couple of buddies. I’d love it if you could make it.”

Her jaw dropped, and she had to play it off as if it was a yawn. Which probably looked stupid the more she thought about it, but who could blame her? In the most typical Wattpad, coffee shop AU meet-cute way possible, she was invited to a party of NHLers, by an NHLer.

She didn’t even give a second thought to her paper that was due in three days, all she needed to do were revisions anyway. She immediately accepted, and after a quick hug initiated by Trevor and plans to exchange numbers and text her the details, they parted.

She got to the car and screamed, before dialing back her best friend who she’d been on the phone with, thanking her endlessly for forcing her to download Tinder.

Trevor, who now was at the back of the line for drinks, texted the group chat to let them know she was definitely coming. Then, he got the notification he had a message on Tinder, seeing it was her responding to his “Hi :)” with a “Hi, not Barnaby.”

That led to where they were now.

When she’d showed up to the party, instructed by Trevor to come wearing a swimsuit, it was like everything stopped.

Much to the dismay of their dates, all of the boys craned their necks to look at the girl who Trevor hadn’t shut up about since that morning, not disappointed in the slightest.

Her denim cutoffs showed off her legs to where they were cut off by a pair of white converse, her white bikini top a slightly lighter shade, not subject to the same daily abuse as the shoes. Trevor had greeted her with a hug, his hand never leaving her back once they parted. He’d made the rounds, introducing her to all his wide eyed friends, before the two of them settled into conversation with Cole about the upcoming Formula 1 season.

Trevor had never given a shit about F1 before. Racing was never really for him. But hearing her ask Cole with such wonder in her voice about what it was like to meet Fernando Alonso, and speak with such conviction about her opinion on the strategy at Ferrari? What they were strategizing, Trevor had no idea, but, fuck, if he didn’t love hearing her talk about it.

The night went on, things got rowdier, and then as they do, they got quieter. She was there for the entirety of it, and at some point, they’d slipped into the hot tub.

It was bubbly and warm, and she’d let out an audible sigh when the water first hit her aching back. The tension from days of sitting hunched up by her laptop as she wrote melted away in the water, and it was divine.

Her and Trevor were joined by Jack and his date for the night. Some brunette named Haleigh. “Like, with a y, but… not… with a y. You know?” She’d added when she introduced herself.

After complaining it was too hot, Haleigh without a Y left the hot tub, going inside to get another Mike’s hard lemonade. Jack sat for a second, his head falling into his hand. He let out a deep, deep sigh of exhaustion, before running the same hand over his face and ruffling it through his hair.

“Jack, come be my pong partner!” She exclaimed, briefly hanging her head out the sliding glass doors, before going back inside.

“Guess that’s my cue.” Jack said, pushing himself up and out of the water. They gave him a sympathetic look, but not that sympathetic, knowing he’d probably be fucking her in give or take about 20 minutes.

It left the two of them mostly alone, in their little bubble at least, only surrounded by a few stragglers. They were either out on the dock, by the bonfire in the backyard, or standing up against the wall, caging in whatever unfortunate girl is the victim of a failed attempt at a fuck, and hasn’t figured out her escape route yet.

But she wasn’t paying any attention to them, and neither was Trevor. His attention was fully on her, where her hand nervously had come up to mess with the charm around her neck. He knew the action itself was fairly innocent, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t let his eyes wander further down.

The way the water droplets were resting upon her slightly burnt skin was downright sinful, some of them still sliding down the expanse of her neck. She looked almost like she did in the picture he liked so much from earlier, all the lights illuminating her in all the best ways. And maybe it was just the alcohol, but Trevor thought she looked angelic.

“Y’know,” he began, his fingertips coming up to play with a strand of her hair, “you’re really fuckin’ pretty.”

She blushed, not that he could tell with all the lights, and looked away, trying to hide the expression that began to tug at her features.

“Thanks. You too.” She tossed back, a breathy laugh leaving both of them. His hand went from the strand of hair to her chin, tilting it up, forcing him to meet her gaze.

“I mean it.”

“Me too.”

It was an immediate response, because she did. She did mean it. He didn’t just look pretty, he looked fucking unreal. But, she didn’t want to say that. Not yet at least. So she settled for pretty.

They held each other’s gazes, and she’s not sure who moved first, but before she knew it, the water around them was rippling. She was suddenly on his lap, his hands on either hip. Her arms were around his neck, and his lips were on hers.

And despite the fact it was fucking amazing, and the fact that his lips were so soft and so perfect, her mind was still running a million miles a minute.

She pulled away, worried that someone would see the two of them. Why was she worried about that? She didn’t know. But she was programmed to worry, it seemed, about anything and everything.

“What’s wrong, Y/n?” Trevor asked, looking up at her with those sweet green eyes.

“Nothing, Trev, it was amazing.”

“Then why’d you stop?” He asked, leaning forward and connecting his lips to her neck, somehow immediately finding her sweet spot. He was relentless, and as she struggled to find words, he hummed against her in question. Her breath hitched at the sensation, and she felt him smile against her, his teeth barely nipping at the sensitive skin. She gasped again, her breath shaky.

“But what if someone sees, Trev?” She managed to get out, hanging her head where Trevor’s shoulder met his neck. He paused his attack on her momentarily, his fingertips smoothing over her thighs, moving up to her waist.

“Look at me, Y/n.” He said, his voice firm but without a hint of animosity or anger. So she lifted her head from her place of hiding, looking him in the eyes.

“Baby, they’re all drunk. They don’t give a fuck. Okay?” He said with a reassuring smile, his question more rhetorical than anything. His hands on her waist started to move her back and forth slightly, feeling where his length was growing through his trunks and her tied bottoms.

Her head fell again, a whine leaving her lips. She continued to move, and Trevor brought his lips up to press a kiss to her temple.

“Just focus on me.” He mumbled, followed by a small “Yeah?” To which she nodded. He smiled again, quickly finding her lips and capturing them with his.

When he asked so nicely, how was she supposed to say no?

It was like the only thing that existed anymore, or had ever existed was Trevor.

He infiltrated every one of her senses, despite the fact they normally would’ve been taken up by the scenery around her. She couldn’t smell the shitty alcohol or the smoke from the bonfire, only the barely lingering scent of the cologne he’d applied before he’d started to welcome guests.

She couldn’t see all of the people around her, just the sight of Trevor, wet curls wildly astray, eyes screwed shut as he helped guide her over his cock.

She couldn’t hear that fucking Lil Wayne (and Drake, and Future, and whoever the fuck else) song, or the boisterous laughter of the hockey players, mixed with that of their dates. (Who’re all laughing just a little too hard.)

She just heard the tiny moans and soft praises that fell from Z’s lips. “You’re doing so good for me, baby.” Was the latest, followed by a groan that she would’ve been worried someone would hear, if not for how enamored she was.

She couldn’t feel the sickly heat in the humid air, or how the water sloshed up against her burnt back, just the slightest bit too hot. She couldn’t feel where the knot keeping her swimsuit tied together was pressing into her skin, or where the grainy feeling of the bench in the hot tub rubbed against her knees. All she could feel was him, his cock pressing against her, his fingertips digging into her, his lips everywhere at once.

And she most definitely couldn’t taste the remnants of the chocolate croissant she’d had for breakfast, or the taste of the tequila shots she’d done with Jamie and Alex. As his tongue lazily danced with her own, it wasn’t any of that that she recognized.

It was the Pink Whitney shot he’d done when the rest were doing tequila, citing that tequila and his stomach didn’t mix. And it was a strange accompaniment, but it was also the leftover tang of the spearmint gum he’d been chewing earlier in the day, stealing a piece from Quinn, who hadn’t offered any to him in the first place. But the strange combination worked, because it was him.

All of it was so much, so Trevor, that it was driving her crazy, but in the best way possible. So when he moved one of his hands from her waist, down to her clothed sex, she almost lost it.

“Trev-“

“You’re good, baby. I’ve got you.”

He ran his thumb over her slit, before sliding his hand down the front of her bottoms, feeling her bare pussy. He wasted no time, easing his two middle fingers into her, stretching her out. The stretch was delicious, and she fully moaned, trying to find any sense that she could to prop herself up entirely on her knees. She palmed him over his pink swim trunks, and he chased the feeling, needily lifting his hips to meet her hand.

She smiled, before mirroring his actions from only a minute ago, her hand easily finding his hardened dick. She ran her thumb over the tip, before she started to jack him off, the water adding resistance as she moved her hand along his length.

But it was all the same to Trevor as he groaned, his hand still pumping in and out of her. His palm perfectly grazed her clit every time he did, and the two of them built up a rhythm as they went. The water around them was moving in waves now, and true to his word from earlier, everyone around them was too drunk to care that they were basically fucking in the hot tub.

As she started to squirm above him, he added a third finger, his glossed over eyes watching in amazement as her mouth went ajar. She clenched down on him, and he could tell she was nearly there. Her hand moved faster in sync with chasing her own peak, Trevor’s doing the same.

“Trev, I’m- fuck! Trevor, I’m close.” She softly cried, her head once again falling back to his shoulder as she rode his hand. He reached his opposite hand forward, groping at her tit, pulling it out of the small triangle of fabric covering it. She moaned at the sensation, and he bit down hard on his lip.

“I know, baby. I’m almost there, too. Shit, you're gonna be good and make me cum, aren’t you? Fuck, yeah. Yeah, you are, baby. Riding my fingers like that. You’re so perfect. So perfect, fuck.

And somehow, they picked up their paces even more, Trevor’s hand slamming into her, while she moved her hand up and down his shaft at a matching speed.

With a cry of his name, and a broken “fuck” from Z, the two came together. Everything went white, and if before everything surrounding her was Trevor, it was like now the two had become one.

She went lax in his arms as they continued to lazily stroke each other, soft kisses pressed to the corner of her mouth by Zeegs.

“You did so good, baby. So fuckin’ sexy riding my hand like that. No idea what you do to me.”

She smiled, tilting her head. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her to his chest.

“I’ve got a semblance of an idea, I think.” She quipped, and he rolled his eyes. She leaned forward again, pausing briefly to admire his features, before leaning forward and connecting their lips in a sweet kiss.

When they pulled away, she nuzzled against him, all of a sudden aware of the space they were in.

“Y’know, you were right, though.”

“About what?” He asked, leaning down. She smiled as she felt his lips on her head.

“Doesn’t seem like anybody noticed.” She giggled, and he let out a “ha!” shaking his head. She was right, he supposed.

Everyone who was inside had either fallen asleep on the couch, or retired to their rooms, Haleigh without a Y and Jack included. The backyard bunch were still all chatting away, and the guys over by the wall seemed to have accepted their losses, as they now were alone, seemingly fighting off sleep as well.

“Guess not.” He replied, looking down at her. She smiled up at him, tilting her head to give him a kiss. He tried to deepen it, but much like before, she pulled away.

“As lovely as your kisses are, and as worth it that it was, I think we’ve contaminated this hot tub.” She joked, beginning to stand. Trevor frowned, his eyebrows furrowing, and his hand not leaving hers.

She raised her eyebrows, as if to say “I wasn’t done”, and so he beckoned for her to continue.

“But, as I was saying, you’re staying here, right?” He nodded. She smiled, shrugging.

“Then you still have a shower and a bed to contaminate too.”

Trevor grinned, standing up and getting out of the hot tub, pulling her out of the water completely. She shrieked and tugged her knees up, her hand coming to grasp at Z’s forearm. He spun her around twice before setting her down, pulling her to his chest. Trevor Zegras had found his match.

“I like the way you think, lady.”

FIN.

hopefully that was good LOL, btw idk if u’ve ever seen shoresey, but this is reminding me too much of that whole “sanguinet got a squeezer from your sweetie of the side of a party island in wasaga beach, buddy.” LMFAOO iykyk. 

anyway hope u enjoyed, rb if u did! love u, go take an electronics break and hydrate and eat some protein. mwah, bye <3

[iceflwers]

𝓿𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓪 “𝓻𝓲𝓪” 𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓮𝔃 !

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ THE BASICS !

— ❥ FULL NAME: Valeria Amelia Cortez.

— ❥ NICKNAMES: Ria (most commonly used, professional name), Songbird, Birdie, mija, corazón, America’s Sweetheart, love (by Nico only), baby (by Nico only), schatz (by Nico only).

— ❥ DATE OF BIRTH: July 10th, 1999 (Cancer).

— ❥ BIRTHPLACE: Lexington, Kentucky, USA.

— ❥ CURRENT RESIDENCE: Nashville, Tennessee, USA.

— ❥ SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, Spanish.

— ❥ ORIENTATION: Biromantic, bisexual.

— ❥ GENDER IDENTITY: Cisgender female (she/her pronouns).

— ❥ OCCUPATION: Country singer-songwriter.

— ❥ FACECLAIM: Rachel Zegler.

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ PERSONALITY !

— ❥ HOGWARTS HOUSE: Ravenclaw (intelligent, creative, wise).

— ❥ MYERS-BRIGGS TYPE: ESFP - The Entertainer (bold, enthusiastic, sensitive).

— ❥ ENNEAGRAM TYPE: Type Seven - The Enthusiast (spontaneous, high-spirited, practical).

— ❥ MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good.

— ❥ LOVE LANGUAGES: Quality time for receiving, physical touch for giving.

— ❥ SKILLS: Singing, playing acoustic guitar, playing electric guitar, playing piano and keyboard, dancing, songwriting, cooking, has a quick wit, speed writing, outfit coordination, hair styling.

— ❥ LIKES: Playing her guitar and singing, captivating an audience, cuddling with her cat, playing music and dancing around her living room, going to hockey games, spending time with her family and friends, making people laugh, cooking for the people she loves.

— ❥ DISLIKES: Any kind of bigots or discrimination, black coffee, having things thrown to her with little or no warning, horror movies, having to use a pencil that’s been chewed on, bad hair days, impatient people, people who dislike cats.

— ❥ FEARS/PHOBIAS: Snakes, heights, needles, accidentally eating something she’s allergic to without realizing, bears.

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ RELATIONSHIPS !

— ❥ FAMILY: Susan Cortez (mother), Emilio Cortez (father), Ellen Hughes (maternal aunt), Jim Hughes (maternal uncle by marriage), Quinn Hughes (maternal first cousin), Jack Hughes (maternal first cousin), Luke Hughes (maternal first cousin).

— ❥ FRIENDS: Trevor Zegras, Jamie Drysdale, Dawson Mercer, Elias Petterson, Lainey Wilson, Megan Moroney, Curtis Lazar.

— ❥ ACQUAINTANCES: Jamie Drysdale, Maddie Font, Tae Kerr, Keith Urban, Carrie Underwood, Miranda Lambert, Thatcher Demko, Dan Smyers, Shay Mooney, Brock Boeser, John Marino, Kelly Clarkson.

— ❥ ROMANTIC INTERESTS: Mary Jane Fromme (first crush), Charlie Hodgins (first boyfriend), Reese Carney (ex-boyfriend), Emily Jackson (ex-girlfriend), David Kelly (brief fling), Brian Waller (brief fling), Luna Marlowe (brief fling), John Marino (brief crush), Nico Hischier (current romantic interest).

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ FUN FACTS !

— ❥ Ria’s first album after getting signed to a label at just nineteen, which was self-titled and consisted of songs about her upbringing in Kentucky, spent two weeks at the top of the country charts and even made it onto the Billboard chart very shortly after being released.

— ❥ After Luke was drafted, making all three of her cousins officially NHL players, Ria wrote and released a single titled “The Sound of Skates,” as a tribute to her three best friends and the sport of hockey itself.

— ❥ Ever since she received a platform after the success of her first album, Ria has been an outspoken advocate for things like gender equality, police brutality, and more inclusion of queer people and people of color in the country genre. She hasn’t always been popular with record execs and bigger names in the genre because of it, but she hasn’t been fired and it’s never stopped her yet.

— ❥ Having grown up watching movie musicals with her mother, who loves them, Ria has dreams of putting another notch in her musical belt by performing on a Broadway stage one day. In interviews and on Instagram Live, she has expressed her desire to play either Roxie Hart in Chicago or a gender-swapped Orpheus in Hadestown.

— ❥ Since moving to Nashville for her music career, Ria has actually become a big fan of the Predators, and goes to as many of their home games as she can. She has even worn a Preds jersey to a few Canucks or Devils games she’s gone to for her cousins, just to have some fun with them - in fact, she was wearing one when she went to the Devils game where she first met Nico, and later she jokes that it’s a miracle he ever wanted to date her at all if that was the first thing he ever saw her wearing.

tagging @lovings4turn, @hiya-itsamber, & @theopenlocker !

─┈ ♡ copyright © 2024: you do not have permission to copy, translate, or repost my works, nor to use my oc ideas or plots.

[thenhlteaissuperhot]

what do you think of the tkachuk vs mcdavid "face of the nhl" debate?

since people magazine called tkachuk the "face of the nhl" butthurt hockey men are saying that will never be true because mcdavid is the face of the nhl. the way i see it, mcdavid might be the best player but he has the personality of beige wallpaper and tkachuk might be a rat but seems to have a fun personality

also, who do you think the nhl should market more to be the "face"? boring but the best players in the world (mcdavid, crosby, mckinnon etc) or talented fun personality guys (tkachuk, pasta, zegres etc)

I see it the same as you do.

No one can deny that McDavid is currently and will continue to be the best NHL forward - it is something every single person who gets into the world of ice hockey and consequently even the world of the NHL grasps and accepts as a fact.

However, just as you have said Connor has a personality of beige wallpaper (I love that term so much by the way). You see it every single time he is asked to do any sort of promotional content during the All-Star Week, before the season shooting, or during it. The outcome of that is always something you can hardly sell to his fans, who are die-hard supporters of the cult of "McJesus" - even those people oftentimes consider it as unwatchable - so now imagine what would people, who have no idea what NHL is, say if McDavid really was the face and his content would be the one, with which would the league be trying to expand its fanbase.

It's not that I blame him for being socially awkward, everyone has a different sort of personality and not everyone is born as a social butterfly with an undeniable charm, but the NHL and those fans who passionately defend his "face of the league" title need to realize that being the best player and the most marketable player thus the face of the league are two completely different roles and McDavid can play only the first one. Just like Crosby.

Simultaneously, you have to take into consideration that they are looking for primarily an American face of the league - that's market where they are competing with other big and more known leagues like NFL, NBA, and so on, you don't need that much promotion in Canada where it is a national sport or in Europe where you could definitely find many more fans but where you have the huge disadvantage of the time difference so you will never have thousands of Europeans watching the games at 2 AM when they have to go to work the next day. If you use a Canadian or European player as the face of the league, it won't register as big of a success as you would love to. This is the USA we are talking about, the most ridiculously patriotic country I know, they want an American face or else they won't support it.

That's why the league is pushing guys like Matthew Tkachuk or Auston Matthews (or at times even Zegras) because they are both players with actual talent but also a big marketability aspect and mainly with American passports.

Naturally, there are players who would be even bigger internet sensations if they were American - look at David Pastrnak, that man has been born a showman and a great player on top of that, he would absolutely kill the face of the league game if he wasn't from the Czech Republic and so would Mitch Marner if he wasn't Canadian, hell even Brad Marchand has an elite personality or Jaromir Jagr if he once again wasn't Czech. To this day Jagr is the most beloved player from the big guys (Gretzky, Lemieux, Ovechkin...) because he was and still is a f*cking comedian on top of being an ice hockey legend.

[professionalpuckbunny]

The has-a-brother-in-the-SHL anon here - gonna keep the introduction short and lovely, my brother fulfilled your wish of answering the fascinating questions everyone has regarding the hockey dating culture with brutal honesty and greets all of you nosy Tumblr gossipers.

Keep in mind that the answers are also influenced by me throwing my two cents into the discussion cause the answers my brother gave me would hardly be understandable enough if written here without any further context and explanation. If you thought that my showering answer was a long-ass essay, buckle up, cause I feel like I have just written the continuation of Ice and Fire.

"Why the hockey players choose blonde wannabe influencer girls in like 99% of cases?" Culture of the country and league you play in, peer and role model pressure, accessibility, and convenience - those are probably the words that would sum up everything I have been told in the vague answers, my brother gave me.

I frankly didn't expect him to struggle with this question that much, but when I tell you he was sweating a coherent answer out of himself for good thirty minutes as if I have asked him some deep philosophical question about the meaning of life, especially when questioned why he himself has never dated a girl that wouldn't be blonde in those twenty years of his life, I mean it.

Some may be confused by what the culture of the country and the particular league has to do with the players dating blonde girls only, but if you look outside of the NHL, and other north American and Nordic leagues, the blonde WAGs' dominance isn't actually that prevalent in hockey. It really isn't just a coincidence that most of the Russian players and many Czech ones in the NHL date brunettes, cause if you look at the KHL or ELH, the WAGs there aren't by far as monotonous looks-wise as they are in the previously mentioned leagues.

Applying this to the SHL (and consequently at the other nordic leagues), it is normal (and has been normal since probably forever) to see the players going for mostly blondes cause the nordic countries in general are notoriously known for the blonde genes if I say it like that (I myself am naturally blonde and so are many other people here, unlike in the rest of the world, where the blondes are in 60% of cases fake blondes) and while I don't have handful experience with the North American culture since I have been there only a couple of times, I believe that the blonde has become somewhat of a trend there among the middle and upper classes in the last couple of decades, especially in the hockey surroundings (I dare to say, that in a way it used to be copying of what the Nordic players have brought with them when the NHL first opened for the Europeans).

Peer and role model pressure. Honestly, I feel like a lot of people underestimate how huge of a thing that is in every team sport, ice hockey very much included.

When you ask the young players nowadays, my brother being among them, who they look up to, they always tell you players like McDavid or Matthews. The cult of personality of these role models goes way beyond what those players showcase on the ice, they are obsessed with everything they do and naturally, they try to be like them even off the ice. You have McDavid, who is dating and posting pics of his blonde girlfriend (despite cheating on her with brunettes, irony, isn't it?), and Matthews, who is fucking around with blondes all the time just like 99% of the league. Even the youngest role models like Hughes or Zegras, some of the young players look up to, fuck around with mostly blondes and that's the peer pressure mixed with the league's culture - everyone around you dates blondes, so you feel obliged to do the same thing, cause sticking out in any other way than skill-wise (of course in a good sense) isn't welcomed in ice hockey.

I feel like the perfect way how to explain this to everyone is the occasion when a famous celebrity (= McDavid, Matthews, Marner - who were all influenced by those before them...) promotes a certain clothing item, that becomes viral because they are famous and have an influence over the rest of the population, everyone in your surroundings began to buy and wear it, even your friends, and you feel somehow obliged to go with everyone else cause you don't want to stick out in the crowd with an out of fashion clothing. As disrespectful as it is to compare the WAGs to a piece of clothing, this is the reality.

The fact that most of those girls are so-called influencers or models and rarely some actually esteemable established professions is linked with accessibility and convenience, which goes both ways. The girls know that they can massively profit, both fame and money-wise, from dating a famous hockey player, twice as much when they want to become influencers and internet models because what really is the chance they will be successful in such a massive uncompromising industry and the world of social media when they look like every other basic girl in their country and lack the skills (and at many times even personality) to built an actually admirable influencer platform, that would stand out from the rest out there? Non-existent.

The number of those blonde wannabe influencer girls that slid into my brother's Instagram and Snapchat DMs after he was drafted (just drafted, keep that in mind, he doesn't play in the NHL nor the AHL to be as popular as the other guys, let alone guys like Hughes or Matthews) is absolutely insane and laughable at the same time, but the players roll with it, why wouldn't they when they can literally choose out of dozens, sometimes even hundreds or thousands of desperate girls, that many times have no dignity whatsoever and don't care whether it is going to be a one-night stand only, the guys will forget about right the next morning, or whether they will become the so-called girlfriend and will be cheated on regularly?

Trust me, those guys enjoy it disgustingly too much, even my brother, who is capable of casually telling you that he only plans to fuck her on the road trip since she is from the town, they are heading to when you ask him, who is the girl he is messaging with during a family movie night.

I said that the convenience of the girls being wannabe influencers and models goes both ways - the girls get the hype and financial backing out of the relationship, we know that, everyone must realize that if they think about it at least for a while and put two and two together. The guys, on the other hand, exploit the fact that those girls become dependent on them in these aspects, and therefore are forced to bear their blatant cheating and other behavior, which would in a normal relationship result in a split of the couple, because if they wouldn't they would simply lose the source of fame and money, the players represent. Lose that and be replaced by a chick, who wouldn't be any different from them. In a way, the girls, we see on the players' social media, don't even have to be actually dense and one-layered as many people believe, they are forced to be like that if they want to remain in a relationship with those guys because hardly ever is a player on such a high popularized level as the NHL capable of maintaining a relationship with a girl that has her own mind, independence, established career and sense of dignity that would make her leave the second her guy would be caught shamelessly cheating on her - "those girls aren't as easy as the blonde wannabe influencers as you call them."

"Why do they get married so young?"

I am relieved that my brother isn't at a marriable age yet (though looking at Brady Tkachuk, no one knows at this point what really is a marriable age among hockey players) and that he promised that he personally doesn't plan on getting till 25 - whether they will reflect reality or not, I am not sure, I hope it will.

Many of his teammates and hockey friends though, got in fact married in their early slash mid-twenties and according to what he told me, they mostly did it cause there was that pressure of a traditional family, society, or values, they themselves had ingrained in their heads from the old-school type of upbringing, which says that if you find the so-called right girl, you should marry her and have kids before you hit thirty because it is a sign that you have matured and calmed down enough to settle down - yes, that mindset still seems to exist even in the 21st century, and I personally believe that it is even more prevalent in the States hence among some of the guys in the NHL (I am looking at Seguin, in particular. That guy proposed only cause there probably is massive pressure on his 31-year-old ass to finally settle down, despite him still being the same Tyler Seguin that partied shirtless with Brad Marchand back in Boston).

Some of his married friends also allegedly say that they simply want to come back home after a game to a cooked dinner, wife and kids and enjoy a different, more peaceful world from the one they experience while playing and traveling - lovely statement when one overlooks the fact that the hockey lifestyle, when they are away from their families, also includes cheating on their wives and considering that as a normal part of the hockey life, which according to them doesn't have anything to do with their marriage as it is two separate lives, they live.

"Why do they cheat so damn often with just random chicks?"

I have practically answered that in everything I have written above, but the short answer, my brother gave me between the lines is - cause they can, cause they have the resources to, cause they want, and cause everyone around them does, so why shouldn't they?

Welcome to the wonderful reality of hockey dating culture, sweethearts. The only positive thing about it is that it will always create gossip we can discuss.

Gonna be honest I am not reading all that but love you for this❤️

[stromer]

how do you want the draft to go??

overwhelming response (two people in total) to my previous post :p so here are my dope takes that i wish the NHL would take seriously regarding the 2023 draft:

i do not take actual draft order into consideration for like any of these... because ch*cago ruined my life and draft order attempted to ruin idgaf war hero jeichel's life SO!!

bedard to the ducks

i think it's pretty obvious this was the spot i wanted bedsy to land. the whole OC boy experience was something i was rooting so hard for. he needed to discover the healing powers of a double double animal style clowning on zegras. like i've said before, his horror filled eyes would only get worse with one trip on the I5.. and i think it would've made him an even better hockey player somehow 🧪

he REALLY needed to be a canuck. common fact. but those freaks fucked around and found out horrifically. at least they played meaningful hockey when it was supposed to be MEANINGLESS. thank you very much to those orcas. you just lost connor bedard cuz anti-tank kuzmenko had bananas to eat. and quinn. that freak

2. leo carlsson to the sharks

in a perfect world, leo carlsson will never know the saw trap under construction that is Ohio. and the fact that he even knows where it is on the map is already too much for me to bear. if my lovely sharks had actually committed to a really good tank... i would’ve bought a jersey. i will use the power of my delusion to ensure this DOES happen actually. that's a guarantee cuz don't i deserve to be happy?? give me another swede MIKE!!! you keep taking ekky away from me, u capital L Loser so give me another one

in another universe i think leo to philly would be fucking bonkers level big brain 🧠 i only say this cuz i think he needs to hangout with joel farabee IMMEDIATELY. i found leo's tiktok and he's on there being so fucking silly goofy lipsyncing to GUNNA??? hooping to Lil baby??? even hit the griddy?? new era of orange and maybe leo should be there

3. adam fantilli to the HABS

this choice was mainly inspired by this comment adam left on cole's instagram and it got me THINKING. known jhughes fan boy adam fantilli has been going to work getting in with the NTDP boys and i think this is a solid choice somehow. can't really elaborate more on this, just a feeling i'm feeling.

again, in a world where jackets didn't commit to the bit of being so completely morbid awful nasty gross, adam going there so he wasn't too far away from his other half luca would've been good with me. the umichification of OHIO.. c'mon 〽️

and of course the reality of the great chances he's a future duck hasn't been lost on me. i think he's going to be a great addition to the canadian heist that will force zegras into more team canada jerseys.

plus he hit a matthews celly once. and i think that means he goes somewhere where it would be eaten up

4. will smith to buffalo

with a name like will smith he's got to go somewhere that i KNOW bitches will serenade him with the fresh prince of bel air theme song (like he assumedly has been all his life) and what better place to do this than the sabres. a team for silly goofy guys is where i think will smith and his NTDP taught silliness could thrive. also the athletic clowned on him for not being able to skate like jhughes despite being the n.1 center in the NTDP this year. whiteboy hockey looks can haunt you apparently .but my son you will go to a place where it doesn't matter because the vibes are too strong. cuz i said so

however, streets are saying he might be coming to the sharks. no surprise considering will is a future boston college student athlete and mike grier starts acting up anytime someone with BOSTON connections is in his sights. like a rabid dog with no self control. so, maybe bordy will be in contact with smith soon via insta DM?? and maybe i wouldn't be mad about it

anyway... all of these boys are haunted regardless of where they get drafted because they got invited to vegas to watch stanley cup final game 2.. and we all know that was a monstrosity so. Permanently scarred pre draft, here's how i would've saved them.

THE END!

[uc1wa]

last thought on hockey boys I used to play on co ed teams for spring and one of my friends was on another one of those teams and she told me that whenever she would leave the locker room this guy would FUCKING WHIP IT OUT and then her teammates told her about it, not for any particular reason just bcs he felt like it, in juniors they also all shower together in the nasty rink locker rooms and do knows what in there

some of them are pretty funny tho (i’m being held against my will)

BUT BUT i have such a big crush on trevor zegras like clips of him chirping the refs are so AAAAAAAA only reason I like the ducks and the reason they are my favs even if it’s socially unacceptable

getting the tea on hockey is so funny never did i think this would happen LMFAO. BUT HELLO???? i would actually k1ll somebody😭i looked up zegras… he’s pretty cute (DEF. COMPARED TO SOME OTHER PLAYERS)

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Only Yours | Trevor Zegras & Mason McTavish

summary: when it’s the annual Halloween party Mason has a surprise that you’re sure to enjoy.

trope: love triangle

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, p in v (unprotected!), oral (m receiving!), swearing, degradation, choking, threesome.

word count: 2.53k

authors note: okay so here is the long awaited part two of the other man! I tried to come up with what to say for this celly prompt but I think that this was the right choice in the end.

That image had been etched into Mason’s mind for weeks.

You remained blissfully unaware of the conversations that went on between Trevor and Mason about that night.

So as you fiddled with the tie around your neck you couldn’t help but feel warm when Trevor’s eyes watched Mason’s arm wrap around your waist.

Part of you wondered if Trevor let your night where your judgment lapsed slip to your boyfriend as the boys began to share glances with each other.

Jamie was hosting a Halloween party for the team and whilst he and Trevor were two different Ken’s where the earlier was the only one with a blonde wig.

Mason had suggested that you two dressed up as characters from your favourite movie, men in black “you look so fucking good.” Mason groaned seeing your nipples hardened against the thin white vest you had on under your suit jacket.

It made you smile “you do too.” Your lips looked plump under the dull kitchen light “I need you in a bedroom.” He confessed dragging his fingers over the waistband of your shirts.

This was the first time you had seen him act needy towards you “think Jamie would mind if we christened the guest room?” Your voice was soft as your thighs clenched hoping that Mason didn’t want you to go back to yours even if it was a mere five minute drive.

His laugh was music to your ears “lead the way f’me princess.” Mason pressed a kiss against your temple as your hand locked with his.

Trevor’s smile faltered as he watched you and your boyfriend leave the kitchen “dude I’m sure we can find you a girl that isn’t taken!” Jamie proposed as he simply thought that Trevor had an innocent crush on you.

That the New Yorker merely liked you, when in actuality he liked watching you get pushed to the edge under him. Call him obsessed or something but knowing that your body shook against your sheets because of him was the best boost his ego could ever get.

So rather than revealing the truth that Trevor wasn’t ready to share you he just nodded “I just gotta go get some air.” The older boy announced as he sent his empty beer glass on the counter before he made his way further into the apartment “should I tell him he’s going to the bedrooms?” Jamie furrowed his brows as he thought to himself.

Mason groaned as he saw your smudged red lips pull away from his face “have I ever told you how pretty you are?” He blurted out grabbing your jaw in his fingers as he held your face in front of his.

Your cheeks reddened “once or twice.” Your lip caught between your teeth as your hands rested under his shirt on his torso.

His defined abs beneath your nails were tense when you slide down his thighs “it’s time I treat you for being such a good boy.” You cooed palming his boxer in his shorts.

The hockey player watched as he leaned back on his hands “please don’t fucking tease me baby.” He pleaded to the sound of your giggles “but you make it so easy.” Your lips formed a pout as your hand lowered his shorts and boxers together revealing his aching cock.

Mason forced his eyes open to send you a glare “I’m not going to ask twice.” He warned feeling your pathetic kitten licks to the head of his cock “only because of how good you’ve been playing.” You mumbled letting your saliva coat his cock as you pushed your hair back behind your ears.

You swore his breath hitched when your lips lowered around his cock “shit y/n.” Mason whined feeling your tongue press flat against the bulging vein.

His fingers locked into your hair “such a pretty fucking girl aren’t you.” The hockey player cooed as your head bobbed against his length. Mason light pressure that he applied to the back of your head forced his you to take all of his cock as your throat constricted around his tip.

In that moment he had no clue how long he was going to last as your tongue swirled around him “you’re so good at this.” Mason loved how you skilled your mouth was as it constantly made him see stars.

With a rush of confidence that shot through you causing you to replace your mouth with your hand “you wanna be a good boy for me Mase?” Your voice was velvety as it egged him on “like you want to come for me.” You cooed smiling as he nodded.

Mason’s jaw went slack “gonna need an answer from you pretty boy.” Before he could respond your lips went back to his cock making the boy groan in pleasure “I’ll be your good boy, just please.” The hockey player begged.

Those walls soaked up the sounds of your needy boyfriend like a secret that was forever going to be kept as Mason sat in the edge of the bed with his legs spread “you sure you like that?” The voice sent shivers down your spine as you never haltered your motions.

Trevor leaned against the wall as he smirked “she takes orders better than she gives them.” He blurted out as Mason locked eyes with him “isn’t that right y/n?” The bait was hung and both boys watched in anticipation for you to take it “grown out of the role of your dirty whore Z.” You spat sending the boy a glare as you looked back to Mason “fuck my face.”

The order was on that you didn’t need to say twice “don’t stop.” Mason grunted as his eyes screwed shut. His moans were caught in his throat “let go.” Your voice vibrated through him as you knew that Trevor was still watching you when Mason came.

As you lapped up your boyfriends release you swore you heard the older boy scowl “you’re so cute baby.” Mason gasped as you stuck your tongue out to show him that you had swallowed it “now you want to know why Trev is here?” You got off of your knees as you nodded.

Now it was time for Trevor to talk again “he knows about that night.” Your eyes went wide as you stared at Mason “I’m not mad baby.” He cooed running his hand over yours “in fact it’s kind of hot.” That confession from Mason shocked you as he got up.

Mason ran his fingers through your hair “I want to see you with him.” The Canadian kissed your lip. From the moment he clicked on the notification Mason wanted to know about the things Trevor did to make you want to be back in bed with him. Sure part of him was hurt by the cheating yet it was all quickly replaced by curiosity.

You remained silent as you watched both boys smirk “if you don’t want this then I need to hear you say it.” Mason squeezed your hand as he would have happily gone back to your apartment and act like this never happened “no I want this.” Your voice was soft as you pecked Mason’s lips before he went and sat on the couch to the side of the bed.

Trevor moved closer to you as he licked his lips “fuck I missed this.” He groaned tugging at the ends of your suit jacket causing it to fall to the ground. His lips barely brushed over yours in an attempt to make you needy “Z.” You mumbled, that worked.

His smirk was clear “why don’t we show Mase how you were for me?” Trevor proposed ignoring the irritated look on your face “for old times sakes.” It was clear he enjoyed this as you nodded undoing your shorts before you lay on the bed.

This made him click his tongue “you know this isn’t what I’m talking about.” You avoided Mason’s eyes as you spun over leaving your ass in the air “let me fix this for you.” Trevor’s calloused fingers ran over your neck as he reached for your tie “gonna show him how you love to be fucked.” The fabric covered your eyes leaving you in a suspenseful darkness.

The soft sounds of Mason running his hand over his sensitive cock were masked by Trevor’s footsteps around the room “please.” You begged hoping to feel something when nothing came.

It made Trevor smirk “told you she’s a needy little girl.” The comment was directed at Mason as the American placed his hand on your ass “this pussy is still so fucking wet.” He mumbled to himself as he let his other hand run over your slit.

Your body pushed against him as the soft moments over your clit caused your hands to clench. That was enough to make Trevor pull away as he couldn’t wait any longer to have you “tonight you’re gonna show Mase just how much of a good girl you can be.” Sounds of his belt getting undone before it hit the floor made you clench around nothing “when I say something I expect an answer princess.” Trevor lay a soft smack to your ass making you jump.

You were quick to go through your mind for what you wanted to say “ye-sorry o’course.” You rambled making him laugh “you’re already falling over your words and I haven’t even fucked you dumb yet.” Before you could snap back at him with whatever stupid remark your mind would find next you were silenced by his cock running over your clit.

Trevor pinched your hips as he bottomed you out forcing your cunt to stretch to his size “fuck.” Your words were muffled as the comforter on the bed swallowed them “c’mon baby let him hear you.” Trevor tugged at your hair bringing you away from the comforter as he began to thrust his cock.

Your cunt ached for him as you had spent the last two nights with your vibrator thinking that the boy inside of you was using it “so big.” Mason didn’t miss how your hips began to roll back against Trevor’s as you two settled into a steady pace.

His jealousy was soothed as he wrapped his hand around his already aching cock “you like player my dirty whore don’t you?” Trevor let his other hand reach down to your clit. Your legs began to shake “I know you feel me in there.” He leaned down to whisper that into your ear.

Whilst this was a moment that Mason was meant to be in control of it was clear that he was on a losing battle as you moaned Trevor’s name “please don’t stop.” You begged feeling his cock throb from inside of you.

The older boy groaned as your cunt clenched “not planning on it.” Not being able to see Trevor meant that you were left to being unbelievably close already as the pleasure you were getting felt heightened “you remembering who this cunt belongs to?” His hand left its print as he hit your ass for a second time.

Mason was just about to stop him when your whine cut him off “you, you own it Z.” You nodded now bouncing yourself against his clock as you were desperate to come.

As the tie remained covering your eyes you didn’t realise that Mason was no longer enjoying this “you going to be a good girl and come?” Trevor had to admit that he had begun jerking off as he watched your give Mason a blow job which was why he was hot in your tail.

A frown was clear on the Canadians face as he made himself look presentable before he left “god please.” Now Trevor was disappointed that he didn’t have enough time to twist the knife into Masons heart as it shouldn’t have been this easy to win.

As your forehead rubbed against your fist your hips drove against Trevor’s “you’re going to have to beg for this.” His voice echoed in your ears as your cunt squeezed around him.

Your lips let out a whine as his fingers toyed with your clit “please don’t stop.” You groaned reaching up to move the tie from your temples “don’t you fucking dare.” The hockey player warned as he raised his hand to your ass leaving a red print as you moaned.

Your lips formed a pout “I want to see you.” You whined feeling your walls hug his throbbing cock “only good girls get to see when they get fucked.” Trevor grunted bringing your back flush against his chest.

A yelp left your lips in response to the new angle “I am a good girl.” You complained gripping your hands around your bouncing breasts.

Trevor laughed in your ear “but you lied to your boyfriend.” The reminder of Mason made your body feel hot as your head fell against Trevor’s shoulder “did not.” You spat feeling his hand wrap around your throat “you told him your weren’t my little whore anymore.” The boy reminder you as he pressed his lips against your temple.

Your thighs shook as your throat felt raw “please Z.” You craved your high more than you had ever before “let them hear what you are then.” As Trevor’s hand moved from your throat your body dropped to the sheets.

You welped “your little whore.” You moaned dropping your head as you didn’t know how much more you could take.

A coil tightened in your stomach “I’m all your Z.” Your confession brought a smirk to his face “now please let me come.” You begged using your own hand to tease your clit as Trevor’s found their home digging into your hips.

His eyes screwed shut “you gonna be a good girl and make a mess for me?” He cooed hearing your cries “yes please just-” you cut yourself off with a moan.

Trevor squeezed your side “let go baby.” With the final permission from him you did just that “fuck!” You whimpered as your cunt clamped around his cock.

The boy didn’t stop his movements even as his warm load coated your walls “so good.” Trevor grunted as his body shuddered when he pulled out.

Your cunt clenched around nothing as his come oozed out “not so fast.” The hockey player mumbled to himself as he used two fingers to push it back into your pussy “shit!” You jumped reaching up to pull the tie off of your eyes “warn a damn girl next-” you went silent as you saw that Mason was no longer there.

Trevor picked up on that as he reached down to grab his boxers “don’t act like you thought he would stay to hear you screaming my name y/n.” The hockey player clicked his tongue as he watched you sit on your ass.

A frown formed on your lips “even Mason knows I make you feel better than anyone else can.” Trevor mumbled tilting your head back so that he could kiss your lips.

What made it all worse was that you kissed him back.

Trevor was right.

[huggybug]

fight for your love - trevor zegras

word count: 1.2k words

request: Could you do 14 from list 1 and 65 and 96 from list 2 for Trevor Zegras? by @iamveryborrrreddd

014: “touch her again, and i’ll fucking end you.”

065: “how did you get that black eye?”

096: “i knew it— i fucking knew it.”

Friday nights were your favourite, especially when your best friends were in town and had the night off. You met Jamie and Trevor when they moved into your apartment building and somehow would up in the apartment across from you. The funny thing was, you already knew of Trevor through some of your friends who played in the NTDP with him but you had never met him before. The boys worked their way into your life quickly and soon enough, movie nights in your apartment were just as common as you joining them at a bar with their teammates.

“Hey gorgeous” You fight the initial feeling of disgust as the unfamiliar man slides into the empty spot at the bar next to you. “You here alone?”

“No, my bodyguards are at the table over there” You gesture loosely to the table full of hockey players you came with.

“Well they look busy, I can take you off their hands” The guy was inching closer and closer, forcing you to shuffle back away from him.

“I’m really okay but thanks” You snag your drink that the bartender just placed in front of you and go to make your escape when the guy grabs your wrist, stopping you from getting far.

“Don’t you want to dance baby?” Your face twisted at his words as you tried to get out of his grasp. He kept talking as he tugged you along but you were too busy trying to find a way out of the situation. Once you decided that you were going to flail your arms around in a last ditch effort, you were pulled back and shoved into another body. If you weren’t immediately met with the familiar scent of Trevor’s cologne, you probably would have screamed.

“Touch her again and I’ll fucking end you” He snarled at the guy who was now enraged at the fact you were no longer at his side.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” The guy laughed. You were grasping at Trevor’s shirt, trying to drag him away. All you wanted to do was get out of here but he was planted firmly in his spot.

“Trev, let’s go. I’m fine”

“Go find Jamie, tell him we’re going home okay?” You nodded. The table was only ten feet from where you were now so it was fine for you to head over there yourself. You had finally pulled Jamie away from the group when Trevor came stumbling back to you.

“How did you get that black eye?” You look up in horror at Jamie’s words to see a bruise quickly forming around Trevor’s right eye.

“Trevor please tell me you didn’t fight that guy”

“What guy?” Jamie looked between the two of you, unsure of what had happened when he was at the table.

“Don’t worry about it. C’mon Y/n we’re going, J you can stay if you want” His voice was rough and Jamie was probably drunk enough to not pick up on it so he ran off, promising to be home soon. You were soon being dragged out by Trevor while your mind raced, wondering how the hell he got a black eye.

“What the hell happened?” You had to wait until you were outside so that Trevor could actually hear you.

“That guy was a dick” He said before tugging you over to the Uber waiting for you. The ride home was silent and Trevor avoided eye contact by staring out his window until the car had stopped in front of your building. By the time you got up to your apartment, you were over it. Did he think he could get into a bar fight and he didn’t have to explain? That wasn’t going to fly. You grabbed his wrist and pulled him to your apartment, unlocking the door with one hand as the other gripped tightly on his sleeve.

“Y/n- I just want to go to bed”

“Too bad” You rolled your eyes before shoving him into your apartment, towards the kitchen. You ignored his questions as you flitted around, retrieving a bag of frozen fruit, deciding it was good enough to use as an ice pack. “Put this on your eye and start talking”

“Isn’t it supposed to be frozen peas?” Trevor grinned but put the frozen fruit on his eye anyway.

“I wasn’t prepared for you to get in a fight sorry” Your tone had bite to it and it did not go unnoticed by Trevor.

“Look, I wasn’t going to hit him but he was talking shit and I got mad, he was more mad” He gestured vaguely to his eye and it was almost enough to make your tough façade crack. Trevor knew how much you hated fighting; you understood they sometimes could get into it on the ice which you had grown to accept but off the ice? It was unacceptable.

“You could’ve gotten hurt Trev. And for what? For a silly thing like a guy talking about me? That’s so stupid” You shook your head at him.

“I know and I’m sorry but if you heard what he was saying-”

“God! No Trevor! You don’t understand, I can’t stand you thinking that you have to… defend me? You’re my best friend but I can’t let you do that”

“But- I love you” Trevor lowered the bag of frozen fruit from his face and your stomach flipped at the sight of his purple eye.

“I love you too Trev but you can’t just-”

“No no, I love you Y/n. When I heard that guy saying those things about you I couldn’t hold back because you’re just so important to me, I can’t believe anyone could see you as something other than perfect because that’s how I see you. I love you and I’m sorry I got in a fight tonight but honestly it’s what it took for me to realize this so I’m not really that sorry” You sucked in a sharp breath. He loved you? Trevor Zegras loved you? Your best friend, Trevor Zegras, loved you?

“Trev-” You were stuck for words but when he stepped in front of you, it’s like every word you’ve ever known was gone from your head. You looked up at him silently as his eyes were burning into yours.

“If you don’t feel it, stop me. I love you” He chanted it until his lips hesitantly met yours. You surged into the kiss, sure that nothing had ever felt better. Once you broke apart, the grin on your face was mirrored on his.

“I love you Trev” You bit your lip, trying to mask the huge smile that was surely coming.

“I knew it- I fucking knew it” He cheered cockily, dancing around your kitchen.

“What did you know?” You mocked him and he jumped over, pulling your body into him.

“I always knew I loved you I think but tonight I just knew I had to tell you because it was never this strong and I knew you felt the same because well duh look at me” You smacked his arm at that. “No but I knew because you looked at me the way I looked at you and obviously you weren’t going to say it first so I just did it”

“And I’m glad you did” You kissed him again, revelling in the feeling. “But if you so much as push a guy in a bar again, I will never speak to you again.

[three-headed-monster]

Sometimes the teams without the "stars" are some of the best teams though, something to think about! Think about team canada last year...team of stars and they still lost. I am holding my judgement until I see the actual team and how they play

nice devil's advocate take anon

i would say that i agree that the teams without the stars do sometimes win and sometimes the teams with the stars lose. it's hockey, it's all a game of bounces.

but take a look at who canada lost to last year. it's not like team usa was DEVOID of their stars. zegras was amazing and so was caufield, and that talent was bolstered by others such as matt boldy and alex turcotte and matty beniers who helped drive offense. silver to a team like that could be argued as deserved.

and team canada wasn't perfect last year either. sure they had stars, but they made questionable decisions such as riding kaiden guhle like a horse and benching kaedan korczak in the gold medal game and jack quinn on the team over seth jarvis. the issue, like the issue this year, all came down to coaching. because it wasn't the stars that lost them the game. it was kaiden guhle having two gigantic defensive miscues that lead to the only two goals in the final. one could argue that he shouldn't have been there in the first place and that the coaching staff made a mistake by playing him so much.

in the end, it came down the coach's decisions on what they wanted the team to do and be that hurt them.

this year, it's a lot of the same unfortunately. brandt clarke left off the team because they're trying to choose grinding defenseman over offensive defensemen. brennan othmann left off the team because the team absolutely needed ridly "gets suspended at the beginning of every whl season" grieg in that role instead. matt savoie being overlooked because he's too small to even be considered. dave cameron is notorious for liking players who are physical presences and just about nothing else. sandpaper over talent every time.

i don't trust him running this team if i'm being honest. he got released from hockey canada in 2011 because they lost a 3-0 lead (biggest comeback ever in wjc history) to russia in the third period and lost the gold medal. he hasn't coached internationally since.

you're right that we have to see this team in action before we pass judgement. but it's team canada, of course they'll play fine. when it comes down to the medal rounds or even the gold medal though, there may be a defensman or forward who shouldn't have been there, and only is because of dave cameron, making the kaiden guhle-esque mistake. one that wouldn't happen if brennan othmann or brandt clarke were on the team.

and that's on hockey canada going with what the coach "likes" as opposed to what the team actually needs

[fratboyvivimatthews]

alex turcotte - the story of us

inspired by this blurb

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“mommy, how’d you meet daddy?” dane asked causing you to turn away from the pizza dough you were rolling out to look at your three year old son. you smiled widely at your son thinking back to just how you met alex, “mommy i’m waiting.” you giggled before wiping your hands on a towel so you could pick him up. 

“well buddy that’s actually a really long story, but it’s a good story,” you answered situating your son on your hip being mindful so he didn’t hit your growing stomach. “do you wanna know bubs?” you asked while brushing his black hair back. he was quick to nod his head wanting to know everything. “okay well it started when your dad came to plymouth to play hockey.” 

you were standing at your locker, talking with abby about something one of your teachers had assigned you in class. only half way through abby stopped paying attention to what you were saying, and was looking past you. “he’s staring at you again y/n/n,” she stated as if it was plain as day. 

“who?” you asked already knowing the answer. turning you saw alex turcotte leaning against the wall with jack hughes and trevor zegras. “oh alex.” there was a smile on your face as you said it, and it didn’t go unnoticed by abby. 

“it’s the second day of school and i’m pretty sure this kid is in love with you,” abby mused right as his cheeks flushed pink. your eyes rolled as you looked away from the good looking hockey player. “oh come on y/n, don’t act like you don’t like him. i know you do.” 

you shrugged your shoulders, “i do. he’s cute, and super sweet. but he’s only here for hockey. don’t get attached remember?” it was abby’s turn to roll her eyes pushing away from the locker she was leaning on. “oh don’t give me that look abby, you know i’m right.” 

“and i also know alex turcotte is walking this way.” you looked back over your shoulder to see she was indeed right, alex was walking towards the two of you a cheeky smile on his face. “hi alex,” abby smiled looking at the sixteen year old, then turning back to you. “this is my cue to leave, i’ll talk to you later y/n/n.” 

immediately you were dreading the fact she had left you alone with him. “hi alex,” you finally choked out looking at him, not noticing the fact that there were two sets of eyes on the two of you. “what can i do for you? i mean we didn’t have any homework yesterday so you can’t need help on that already.” 

he let out a laugh and it was music to your ears, you didn’t realize it at the time but you had fallen in love with him right there and then. “no homework, but it have a question for you y/n,” his voice was quiet unlike it was yesterday when he wouldn’t stop talking to you in the three classes you had together. his eyes never met yours as you nodded your head waiting for him to ask you. “would, um, would you like to go on a date with me?” he then asked in a rushed tone, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as soon as he asked you. 

you smiled, “i would love to alex. pick me up from my house after practice today?” 

“t-today?” his eyes went wide as he stared at you in shook, not ready for that answer. 

“today,” you confirmed meeting jack’s eyes, someone you’ve known since he moved to plymouth for quinn. “you can take me out for ice cream or something.” alex’s cheeks were red the entire time you spoke, “oh and alex? i’d say you could walk me to class, but your boys are waiting to see what you got for an answer.” with that you walked away from the smiling like an idiot hockey player to your first class, your heart hammering in your chest. 

dane smiled up at you widely, “so daddy took you on a date?” you hummed while setting him back down in his chair so you could get back to making dinner. “was it a good date?” your cheeks flushed red as you remember how he kissed you after he walked you to the front door of your house. 

“it was a great date,” you answered your son with a smile. “anymore questions or can i go back to making dinner for you bubs?” dane stayed quiet for a little bit before shaking his head, “good because me and you sister are starving.” 

“i thought daddy said i was gonna have a little brother,” dane pouted, arms crossed over his chest his bottom lip jutting out. “i want a baby brother to play knee hockey with.” 

your eyes rolled at your husband who was dead set on thinking your next child was another boy. “dane, honey, you can still play knee hockey with a sister,” you pointed out watching as the tears started to fill his eyes. “bubs you don’t need to cry about it, you’d love having little sister,” your attempt to help fix it all only caused the tears to start falling. sighing you walked back over to your son, wiping his tears away with your thumb, “can i tell you a secret bubs?” 

“a-a secret?” dane asked suddenly cheering up a little bit. 

“mhm, a secret, do you want to know?” you smiled knowing he’d be on board with it right away. 

“secret!” he squealed making grabby hands at you. sighing you picked up back up, him finding home on your hip. “tell me mommy! tell me!” 

you smiled, tapping your chin acting like you didn’t want to tell him. when he started to pout again you laughed. “me and daddy are going to have another baby.” 

dane’s face scrunched up as he pointed down to your stomach, “i already knew that mama.” 

you giggled before placing a quick kiss to his cheek. “no bubs, i mean after this baby we’re going to have another one,” you explained. “your dad planned it out on the back of a menu when we went to prom.” dane’s confused look slowly changed as he understood what you were saying. 

“i’m gonna have another baby brother!” he yelled, which happened to be right in your ear. it was so loud you almost missed what he said, seeing as he missed the point you were trying to make. 

sighing you gave into the little boy, knowing your husband would end up saying it was another boy at some point. “yeah bubs, you’re gonna have another baby brother.” 

“i’m gonna have two mommy! two baby brothers!” he wiggled in your arms meaning he wanted to get down. you set him down right away, worried his flailing legs would end up kicking your eight month pregnant belly. you shook your head as you watched him run down the hall to his playroom mumbling something about how he’s going to be a big brother twice. 

it gave you the next hour to yourself, making the homemade pizza dane just had to have for dinner. you didn’t see dane again until you pulled the pizza out of the oven to cut it. “is dinner done mommy?” he asked dragging his knee hockey stick against your hardwood floors. 

you nodded while setting out plates for the two of you. “juice or milk bubs?” you asked seeing as he had water to drink during lunch. 

“milk!” dane cheered all while pulling himself up on to the high top chair seated at the kitchen island. “wanna know why mama?” he then asked causing you look at him from over your shoulder. “because daddy drinks milk!” he exclaimed reaching forward for the empty cup that you had placed in front of him. 

just at the mention of his dad you could see dane start to frown. “i miss him too bubs, but don’t worry daddy’s gonna be home tonight, remember? he told you that when he called you last night.” 

“he scored just for me!” dane added cheering up at the idea of a goal. he got quiet once again waiting for you to see pieces of pizza on his plate. “mommy, can - can i sleep with you tonight?” he asked not meeting your eyes. 

“of course you can bubs,” you answered while taking a seat next to him, the only chair left open being the one meant for alex. “how about i tell you more about me and daddy to make you happy? would that make you feel better?” you then asked with a hopeful smile. 

when dane started to smile you knew you had him where you wanted him. “you know your daddy told me he loved me only after a month of us dating.” dane’s mouth fell open, some of the pizza he was eating falling out with it. you laughed before speaking again, “bubs it’s not that surprising it’s your dad.” 

“alex if you don’t leave soon, you’re going to get the both of us in trouble,” you stated trying to push the sleepy boy off of your chest. “i really don’t need my dad to kill me because of a boy.” 

“too tired to leave,” he mumbled into the fabric of his sweatshirt you were wearing. “plus it feels good when you run your hands through my hair.” you rolled your eyes at him, wiggling to try and get out from under him. your hands kept running through his hair, not quite ready for him to leave, even though it was going to get the two of you in trouble. 

soon there was a knock on your door, “y/n, alex has to go. ellen’s called me twice.” you sighed at your mother's words, but instead of him getting up he held on to you a little tighter. “i’ll see you downstairs in five minutes.” you knew she was giving you both enough time to say goodbye. 

alex sighed as he finally let go of your waist and started to stand up from your bed. “i’ll facetime you when i get home,” he mumbled shuffling around your room to pull on his jacket. you sat up while nodding, knowing better than to argue with how he wasn’t supposed to be on his phone. he pressed a loving kiss on your lips, “i’ll call you as soon as i get home.” 

“okay alex, i’ll be waiting. please drive safe,” you sighed sitting up in your bed. you watched as his hand should’ve turn the doorknob only it stayed frozen. 

“oh and y/n?” you hummed offering him a tired smile, “i love you.” you heart rate picked up with those three words, and your cheeks flushed red.alex adorned a tired smile, his dimples on full display, the same ones your son would end up having one day. “i know it’s only been a month, but i was ready to tell you i was in love with you after our first date. because you know i am completely head over heels in love with you y/n l/n, and it’s okay if i have to wait to hear you say it back to me. because i love you that much.” 

tears filled your eyes as you stood up and walked across your room to him, your arms snaking around his neck as you stood their in front of him. “alex turcotte you’re absolutely crazy if you think i don’t love you with everything in me, because i do,” you stared up into his big brown sleep filled eyes. “i’m completely head over heels in love with you too.” his smile grew wider as he stared down at you, pressing a kiss to your temple as he did. “but you have to go, and you’ll call me when you get back to jack’s. i love you alex.” 

he wrapped you up tight, lightly swaying you back and forth, “i love you too y/n.” 

“when did daddy first tell me he loved me?” dane asked as you topped off his glass of milk. you sat in your spot thinking hard about it, “do you not know mommy?” 

“no of course i do bubs, it’s just when we first out i was pregnant with you he said it. and while you were growing in my tummy he said to you almost every single day,” you explained with a smile. “but the first time daddy got to hold you was probably what we’d consider the first time bubs. he stared crying as soon as he held you, and when you grabbed on to his finger he lost it.” you couldn’t help the tears that welled in your eyes at the memory especially since you’d be getting to relive it in a few short weeks. “he fell in love with you in an instant dane, and he’ll never stop loving you either.” 

dane started to smile, his dimples identical to alex’s on full display, until he started to frown. “does that mean he’s going to stop loving you mommy?” the tears filled his eyes again right away thinking that his daddy might not love you forever. 

“what? of course not, your daddy’s always going to love me bubs,” you replied standing from the chair to start cleaning the kitchen, “that i can promise you.” when dane smiled up at you with his dimples you knew he believed you, he was three why wouldn’t he believe his mother? “why don’t you go pick out some pajamas bubs, then we can go cuddle in bed okay?” 

you didn’t even get to finish talking before he was racing out of the kitchen and upstairs to his room. you couldn’t help but laugh at your son already knowing he was going to show up back downstairs with his la king pants in hand, saying he didn’t wear a shirt because daddy didn’t. “mommy!” he yelled in a sing song voice, followed by the  sound of his feet hitting the stairs as he jumped down them. 

“dane!” you yelled back while placing your plates in the dishwasher, the cups you used going in right after. “i’m still in the kitchen bubs,” you added once you heard his footsteps come to a halt. soon his giggles filled your ears, and his arms wrapped around your legs tightly. “do you want to watch paw patrol before bed tonight?” you then questioned while walking around the kitchen in order to clean it. 

dane stared up at you with his brown eyes, and shook his head no. “i wanna hear more about you and daddy,” he smiled while while wiggling against your legs. “and i need you to help me with my pajamas.” 

you brushed his hair back before pressing a kiss against his forehead, “of course bubs. you found some you want to wear?” he nodded his head with a toothy grin, “the kings ones?” he nodded once again, his hand grabbing yours to pull you upstairs. “dane you have to slow down sweetheart. i can’t move that fast.” sighing dane started to drag you up the stairs slower than he had been before. 

as soon as you stepped foot into his room dane threw his favorite pajama pants at you, and stuck his arms up in the air. “help pretty please mommy.” he batted his long eyelashes and gave you a pout. you were quick to pull his t-shirt off making him giggle, “do i look like daddy?” 

you smiled, “you could be his twin.” dane smile up at you, a blush covering his cheeks. “now come ‘ere so i can take off your pants.” you slipped him out of his shorts, and slipped his black kings pajama pants on his legs. “guess what dane,” you stated causing the boy to smile up at you. “your daddy took me to chicago before our senior year of school.” dane’s mouth fell open, his hands slapping his cheeks. “i spent all summer with grandpa alfie and grandma colleen. along with aunties gabi and elizabeth. uncle nick was there too.” dane’s mouth dropped open once again shocked that you got to spend so much time with some of his favorite people. 

“that’s not fair,” dane huffed ready to throw a fit, “i wanna spend a summer with uncle nick.” you shrugged your shoulders before exiting his room and walking down the hall to yours and alex’s, dane hot on your heels. “mommy i wanna spend a summer in chicago,” dane huffed forgetting about the fact that he had just spent the last summer in his father's hometown. 

“dane, we just spent the summer there,” you answered seeing him look up at you confused. 

“yeah so? i wanna spend a summer with just uncle nick.” you huffed while running a hand through your hair. you looked away from your son, eyes landing on the dresser which held your jewelry box. 

“dane want to see something cool?” you asked already walking over to grab the promise ring that rest on your ring finger for a little over a year. dane mumbled something behind you, but you didn’t hear it too focused on grabbing the small diamond ring from it’s box. “daddy gave it to me on our two year aniversery,” you explained handing the ring to him since he followed you. 

“it’s just like that one!” dane exclaimed pointing to your engagement ring and wedding band. “why do you have two mommy? incase you lose one?” he then asked while handing it back to you. 

you shook your head, “no babe, i have two because the first one was a promise to marry me. the second one,” you stated while pointing to your engagement ring, “is the asking me to marry him.” 

dane stared up at you with furrowed eyebrows. “i don’t understand.” 

sighing placed the box back on the dresser, “yes it’s incase if i lose the other one.” 

“i knew it!” dane yelled while taking off running towards your bed. some how he managed to throw himself up on top of it, “mommy tell me more about you and daddy now.” it brought a smile to your face, and drove you absolutely crazy that dane’s moods changed that fast. 

“what do you want to know babe?” you then asked looking for you’re own clothes for bed. he attempted to shrug his shoulders hands flying in the air as he did. “lucky for you i have just the idea. so daddy took me to prom, we went with uncle cole and aunt abby.” 

dane’s eyes went wide at the mention of alex’s best friend. “uncle coley!” you nodded your head with a large smile. 

“so we went out to dinner after pictures.” 

you were seated across from abby and cole, in the booth of the local dinner. the one that had been your guys hangout spot since the first u17 game. “what can i get you two?” sandy, the nice old women you had every time you came into eat, asked you and alex seeing as cole and abby has already ordered. 

“chicken strips and fries please,” you smiled, pointing it to on the paper kids menu. your e/c then looks over to alex waiting for him to order as well. 

“i’ll just have the same as cole.” the same answer he gave every single time you were there. sandy offered you all a smile before walking off to put your order in. in and instant alex’s left hand was interlaced with yours as you made small talk with your friends. 

after a little while you alex stopped talking, to focused on writing something on the back or your menu. “lex, what are you doing babe?” you whispered looking to the blue crayon he was holding. 

“planning our future,” he answered plan as day. “see, it starts right here with us going to the draft. then it goes to me and you going to wisco for two years. after my second year i’m going to sign, and you’re going to graduate early because you’re a fucking genius.” your cheeks heated up as he spoke. “somewhere along the way i’m going to propose, but it’s going to be sooner rather than later, and it’s going to take you by complete surprise.” 

“you make it sound like you’re proposing tomorrow lex,” you whispered, eyes never leaving the crayon filled paper. “but please continue.” 

he shot you a million dollar smile before pressing a kiss to your cheek. “we’re going to have our first kid at twenty, and don’t say even say that’s too young, because if i’d let you we’d already have one.” once again your cheeks were burning hot because he hit the nail on the head. not to mention you had your first kid only weeks before your twentieth birthday. “we won’t have our second one until the first turns three, or maybe a little before. and then after our second of course we’re going to have a third.” 

the entire time he was talking, alex was pointing to each little drawing he made on the paper, and the words that went along with it. “what happens after our third kid lex?” 

“maybe we have another, i haven’t thought it all through yet,” alex explained with a shoulder shrug. “but i really like the idea of four kids, it gives you company for when i’m away on roadies, and it gives me a huge fan section at all my home games.” your eyes pulled up from the menu to stare at him, his never left the paper though. “then of course i’ll retire from the nhl after a long and fulfilling career. well move to plymouth to watch our sons play for the ntdp, and live the rest of our lives together.” 

for the first time in at least five minutes he turned and looked at you to see the tears that filled your eyes. “you like it right? i’ll change everything if you don’t - i just need a new menu.” 

“i love it alex,” you whispered while squeezing his hand. “i don’t even want to change a thing. not one. i love it just as much as i love you lex.” 

“good, because i don’t want to change a thing, but if i had to i would. the only i would absolutely never change is you.” 

dane stared at you with a large smile, before breaking out into a giggle. “i love it mommy, tell me more!” 

you nodded your head right away, climbing into bed with him now change into an over sized t-shirt and a pair of shorts. “what else do you want to know bubs?” 

“what about how you made me cry as you walked down the aisle?” the sound of his voice caused both of you to turn and look at the bedroom door. 

“daddy!” dane jumped up from his place in your bed to race over to his father, tackling his legs in a hug. “i missed you daddy,” you heard dane whisper as alex leaned over to pick your son up. you stood from the bed and waddled your way to alex, wrapped your arms around his torso, his free arm pulling you close to his chest. 

“i missed you too d,” alex smiled before pressing a kiss to his sons cheek being out his dimples. “and of course i missed you my love.” your cheeks flushed as he pressed a kiss to your lips. “how are you feeling? everything go okay?” 

you hummed right away, “everything was fine alex, i told you that every time you called and asked me.” it was alex’s turn to blush. “but i missed you too.” 

“so you guys were having story time?” alex then asked letting go of you, setting down dane in the process so he could get out of his suit. “only good ones i hope.” 

“mommy told me all about you and her,” dane answered beating you to it. “how you asked her out, how you love her, that you gave her two rings incase she loses one of them. and then the menu from prom!” 

alex’s brown eyes looked away from his sweatpants draw to see you and dane now situated on the bed together. “oh she did now?” you both nodded watching as alex smiled at the two of you. “will did she show you the menu from the story?” your eyes went wide as you heard him speak. 

“no!” 

“you still have it?” you asked thinking that it was left on the table after you left for the dance. 

“of course i still have it y/n/n. when you and abby went to the bathroom i slipped it into my jacket pocket,” he then explained with a small smile. “let me go grab it and i’ll show you d.” 

alex walked into his closest, leaving you and dane just to stare at each other. when he walked back out he was staring down at the faded piece of paper, a wide smile. “see it’s right here,” he handed the paper to you and dane so he could pull on his sweats. “right inside my prom suit jacket still.” 

tears filled your eyes as you looked over it bringing you back to that night. “i can’t believe you still have it,” you whispered fingers running over the crayon. 

“while i need a life map, and it looks like we’re right on track, what do you think d?” alex asked while sliding into his side of the bed. 

“baby brothers!” he squealed pointing to the words he could only assume was brother. 

“yup baby brothers,” alex smiled nudging your shoulder knowing you’d be rolling your eyes. 

shaking your head you looked at your two favorite people before huffing, “this is why we shouldn’t have wanted it to be a surprise. it’s a girl. it’s not a boy. no brother yet.” 

alex and dane shared a look, before the three year old smiled at you, “it’s a boy mama.” 

“yeah, it’s a boy mama,” alex teased before pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek, his lips them brushing against your ear. “you know i only do it to humor him.” 

crossing your arms over you chest you shot him a look. “okay you’re right i know it’s a boy.” 

two weeks later, after seventeen hours of labor, you were finally allowed to meet you new son. “see i told you it was a boy,” alex smiled, his eyes never leaving your not even ten minutes old son. “i just had a feeling.” 

you hummed, eyes never leaving the sight in front of you. “i’m fine with it being a boy, but just know this lex, if one of our four planned kids isn’t a girl you’re going to have a major problem.” 

alex nodded, your words going in one ear and out the other. “yeah, yeah, whatever you want y/n/n. the next two were planned out to be girls anyways.” 

“actually?” you asked with a smile. 

“nope, just the last one. i never put it on the menu because i ran out of time, but she’s going to be daddy’s little girl, and be exactly like her mother,” alex explained handing your newborn to you. 

“i can deal with that.”

[pucking-insane]

If Only In My Dreams

Player: Trevor Zegras Word Count: 1206 Warnings: Christmas

Your favorite time of year was the month of December. You loved Christmas and being with your family. 

However, in your time at Boston University, you had met someone, a guy on the hockey team who seemed to take a liking to you. You were cautious at first, knowing that Trevor (that was his name) would be going to play for the Anaheim Ducks in the NHL next year. But you fell. And you fell hard. And so did Trevor. So after talking for a month and a half, he asked you to be his girlfriend.

You were absolutely heartbroken when Trevor told you a week before winter break that he couldn’t go home for Christmas because of hockey. 

“What do you mean you can’t go home for Christmas?” You asked him.

“Coach scheduled extra practices before the next game.” Trevor ran his hands through his hair.

“I’m sorry, baby.” You said as you cuddled closer to him, planting a kiss on his cheek. “Hey, maybe I could talk to my parents and you could stay with us!” You had lived in Brookline, Massachusetts your entire life and your house was only a half hour from campus on a bad traffic day.

“Are you sure?” Trevor looked down at you, eyes twinkling. “I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“My parents would love to have you.” You smiled. 

“Even though I’ve never met your parents?” Trevor asked, concern evident in his voice.

“Believe me, my parents will love you.” You smiled and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

A week later, you were at your parents' home in Brookline waiting for Trevor.

The doorbell rang and you rushed down from your room to answer the door.

“Merry Christmas!” Trevor smiled as you opened the door. Instead of his usual Terrier Hockey beanie, a Santa hat sat atop his head. His cheeks were rosy and he was holding a bouquet of flowers.

“Merry Christmas, babe.” You closed the door behind Trevor as he entered your home. “Mom! Dad! Trevor’s here!” You yelled into the foyer.

Trevor looked nervous, awaiting your parents’ reactions.

“Welcome! I’m Y/M/N (your mom’s name).” She greeted Trevor with a hug.

“Trevor Zegras.” He smiled holding out the flowers. “These are for you.”

“You are too sweet.” She said taking the flowers. “Come on in, I’m just getting dinner ready. Y/D/N! Come meet Y/N’s boyfriend!”

“He’s probably watching the hockey game.” You sighed. “He’s also mad that I wouldn’t let him go see the Bruins because you were coming. He’s a huge hockey guy.”

“Ah, you must be Trevor.” Your dad said as he strode into the kitchen, clad in a Bruins sweater. 

“That would be me.” Trevor stuck out his hand for your dad to shake. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr.Y/L/N.”

“Y/D/N is just fine, Trevor.”

The four of you ate dinner together. Your parents enjoyed talking to and learning about Trevor. Your dad expressed an interest in coming to see Trevor play in a game sometime this season.

“Trevor is actually going to play for the Ducks next season in the NHL.” You mentioned to your parents.

“Oh.” Was all your mom said. Oops. Maybe not the best decision to tell your parents.

“What are your intentions with our daughter?” Your dad questioned Trevor.

“We’ll try long distance. I don’t want this relationship to end. I really like your daughter, sir.”

“I was actually thinking of transferring to UC Irvine.” You said, knowing neither your parents nor Trevor knew of your plans.

“Are you serious?” Trevor asked. Your parents remained silent.

“Totally.” You smiled at Trevor. “And before you say anything, they have a good med school at UC Irvine.”

“I just don’t know if moving across the country is the best choice, honey.” Your mom said, making your eyes water.

“Mom, I want to be with Trevor.” You sigh. “I’ve never felt like this about anyone. Whenever I envision my future, I’m with Trevor, and I would do anything to help him follow his dreams. Now if you’ll excuse me.” You put your napkin over your empty plate and left the table. You grabbed your car keys, slipped on a pair of Uggs, and put on a coat, hat and gloves.

You started your car and before you could back out of the garage, the passenger door opened. 

“Hey.” Trevor said as he slid into the passenger seat. “You okay?” 

“No.” You sniffled. 

“Let’s go for a drive, sweets.” 

You ended up switching seats, since you were in no state to really drive. He drove you to the Boston Common where you ended up just sitting on a park bench and taking in the holiday lights.

“I know you’re upset, Y/N.” He says to you, his arm wrapped around your shoulder.

“I want them to be proud of me, Trev.” You tell him. “And I also want to be with you. I want to go into athletic training and maybe work for the Ducks or something. And I think UC Irvine offers that to me.” 

“You’ve put a lot of thought into this haven’t you?”

“Of course I have.”

“I’m glad I’m part of the future you see for yourself.” He pulls a velvet box out of his coat pocket. “I was going to give you this tomorrow, but I think you need it now.” Trevor took a shaky breath. “Now before you go all crazy thinking this is an engagement ring, I’m going to tell you that this is a promise ring, not an engagement ring. At least not yet.”

Tears brimmed your eyes as you stared into Trevor’s gray eyes.

“I promise you that wherever life takes us, nothing can break us apart, that we’ll always find each other in the end. And that one day, you’ll get an upgrade to the real deal engagement ring. I promise you my heart, Y/N. I love you.”

You gasped. You and Trevor had only known each other for four months and had only been dating for two and a half months, but in your heart of hearts, being with Trevor just felt right. It felt natural, like you were meant to be. 

“I love you so much, Trevor Zegras.” You smiled. “I promise you my heart.”

Trevor took off your glove and slipped the dainty ring onto your finger. It fit your personality perfectly. 

He took you back home, where you fully explained your intentions to your parents. In the end, they were happy that you found the person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with and were proud that you were willing to sacrifice for the ones you love.

In the end, you and Trevor moved out to Anaheim, where he played for the Ducks and you studied Kinesiology at UC Irvine. The Ducks hired you after you graduated to be an assistant trainer. 

Trevor proposed to you at Center Ice after you were recognized to do the ceremonial puck drop. You were taken by surprise but were so unbelievably happy. 

And to think, none of this would have happened if not for Trevor’s coach at Boston, who kept him from going home at Christmas.

[milfgritty]

i’ll be good pt. nine | j. hughes & t. zegras

❀ ⇢ requested: yes | no ❀ ⇢ word count: 2.6K ❀ ⇢ a/n: i can’t believe the end of this series is finally here. this has been my longest series to date and to actually finish it is just insane. i might end up posting a bonus part/epilogue but idk yet. anyway, i just want to say thank you to everyone who has followed i’ll be good and i couldn’t be more amazed by the positive feedback it’s gotten. i hope this ending doesn’t disappoint!

having a crush on one person was confusing enough. now throw in one of their teammates and you weren’t sure where that left you anymore.

⇢ posted: 05.11.19 . | . masterlist prev. | next.

“We’re going out for a bit, want to come?”

Rolling over, you shifted the covers down far enough to look at your mom. You pondered the decision for a few seconds, staring at her head peeking in through the cracked door.

“I think I’m gonna stay here,” you told her, words muffled.

She hesitated in the doorway before sighing. “We’ll bring back food,” she smiled sadly, retreating and closing the door behind her.

Letting out a sigh, you burrowed back into the blankets. You were grateful that she was being so understanding, but that didn’t stop you from wishing it wasn’t necessary in the first place.

Closing your eyes, you fought back a fresh wave of tears at the thought. How long was it going to hurt like this? Why weren’t you enough for him?

You groaned loudly, cutting off your train of thought. Distantly, you registered the sound of the front door being closed signaling that you were alone. Shifting again, you stared up at your ceiling blankly. You could probably go back to sleep for another few hours—it was the weekend so you didn’t have to worry—

Your phone buzzed on your nightstand. Head falling to the side to stare at it, you debated if you even wanted to see who texted you. Why bother, you know? Like, did you really want to talk to anyone right now?

Not particularly, but curiosity won out as you stretched your arm to grab the offending object. Settling onto your side, you winced at who it was that sent it. It wasn’t that you were embarrassed that he was the one you called and cried on the phone to—

Wait­—no. That’s exactly what it was.

Yea, he comforted you and said that it was fine but what else was he supposed to say? Blowing out a harsh breath, you decided to get it over with.

‘where are you? we need to talk’

Heart seizing up at the phrasing, you slowly typed out a reply.

‘at home in bed. family’s out rn. why do we have to talk??’

God, you hope this wasn’t him telling you that you couldn’t be friends anymore or some shit like that. One guy dumping you was enough heartbreak; you didn’t need another one adding to it.

‘nothing bad dw is it cool if i come over?’

You tried to ignore the way your heart sped up. Sending back a reply telling him that it was okay, you found the energy to get out of bed for the first time all day. Managing the bare minimum of your usual morning routine was nothing short of an accomplishment, no matter how sad the fact was.

It was only the thought of not wanting Jack to see you as a complete mess that got you going, but still. Progress.

After unlocking the door and sending Jack a text letting him know to just walk in—because what can go wrong there, right?—you made your way back upstairs.

Flopping down onto your bed, you sullenly scrolled through a few different apps to calm your nerves. Seriously, who tells a girl who literally just got broken up with that they need to talk? What do they need to talk about? In person?

The entire thing wasn’t giving you the best of feelings, but whatever. Might as well get some more bad news when you’re already down.

Right as you were finally calming down, Jack sent you a text saying that he was only a few minutes away.

Great, this was going to go great. Totally fine.

Oh god, was he gonna make a move? It hadn’t occurred to you but if he did—

No. No, he wouldn’t. That would be a whole new level of shitty. And even if he did, you weren’t going to just jump into things with him. That’d be so bad. No, new rule. Teammates are off limits.

Actually, hockey players in general. Who needs them? And dating? Not you, that’s for sure.

So lost in your thoughts, you nearly had a heart attack when the door downstairs opened.

“Y/N?” Jack’s voice yelled.

Cursing under your breath, you forced to calm down. “Bedroom,” you called back, pulling your legs up to sit cross-legged.

Fingers fidgeting, your breathing sped up before you worked on calming down again. You listened as Jack made his way upstairs—why did it sound like two pairs of—?

“Hey,” Jack appeared in your doorway, offering you a nervous smile.

You returned the greeting, tilting your head. “So what exactly did we need to talk about in person?”

“Uh, yea. You see, it isn’t just us that need to talk,” he trailed off, watching you with wide apologetic eyes.

Not understanding, you were about to ask when he stepped into the room. The words died in your throat when another figure stepped into sight.

“What the hell,” you sputtered, a whirlwind of emotions exploding inside of you at the sight of your bo—ex-boyfriend.

At least they both had the decency to look shamefaced, you mused to yourself as you sprung up off your bed.

“What the hell,” you repeated, unsure on who to round on.

“I told you this was a bad idea.”

You spun toward Trevor at the sound of his voice, ignoring how despondent it was and how your heart felt like it was breaking all over again. But then his words registered and you were marching at Jack.

“Wha—you brought him here?” you demanded, betrayal clear as day in your voice.

He backed away, hands in the air until he hit your dresser. “We need to talk about everything,” he tried, eyes wide in fear.

Pushing down the hurt, you shook your head bitterly.

“What’s there to talk about? He–“ you gestured at Trevor who had taken an awkward stance “–broke up with me. There’s nothing to talk about. And since there’s nothing to talk about, I want both of you out.”

“Y/N, stop,” Jack pleaded, grabbing ahold of your hands. “You and I both know there’s a lot we need to talk about—shit we should’ve just talked about a while ago.”

“We all fucked up,” Trevor cut in before you could respond. Going quiet, you refused to look at him and swallowed roughly. “And everything got out hand. I found out about you and Jack almost kissing and instead of just talking to you, I thought it would be better for all of us if I broke up with you—don’t look at me like that, I know it wasn’t the best idea now.”

A snort left you against your will, a small smile gracing your features before you caught yourself. “Yea, it was a pretty shit idea, man. You should’ve seen that,” Jack interjected quickly, shrugging innocently at Trevor’s glare but flashing you a smile when he heard your quiet laugh.

“I never claimed I had good ideas, okay?” Trevor attempted—maybe?—to defend himself.

“Can say that again,” you muttered under your breath, sniggering with Jack who heard your comment.

“Rude.” Trevor pointed at you in offense. Brought back to reality, you plopped yourself down on your bed.

“We really do need to talk about everything, don’t we?” you sighed, looking up at them. They nodded in agreement, turning to find chairs to sit down in.

Jack managed to lay claim to your desk chair. Trevor, given the option of the other side of your bed and your sad old beanbag, found himself practically on the floor.

“Be serious, man,” Jack mock scolded Trevor as the latter squirmed in the near flat beanbag. A laugh left you as Trevor flipped him off, and then yet another when you had to look all the way down to see him.

“Dicks,” Trevor mumbled, ignoring both of you as he finished settling into his bag.

“Now that that’s out of the way, where do we even start?” you voiced the unsaid question.

The boys exchanged glances and hesitated. “I don’t know,” Jack said quietly, slumping down.

“Great,” you nodded sarcastically, earning yourself a glare and laugh. The three of you sobered quickly after, realizing that none of you actually knew where to begin.

“I’m just gonna start by saying that before I even asked Y/N out, I seriously had no idea you liked her,” Trevor spoke to Jack before turning to face you. “I did know, though, that you liked him. Which—admittedly—wasn’t great, but still.”

Shaking your head, you tried to wrap your head around that. “That makes no sense. Why ask someone out if you know they like someone else? That’s like setting yourself up for failure.”

Trevor shrugged in response, reasoning, “Spencer is a good hype man.”

Closing your mouth, you nodded. He had a point.

“My thing is,” Jack leaned forward, peering up at you, “why did you agree to go out with Trevor if you liked me?”

Clearing your throat, you resisted the urge to blush. “Right before that, I heard you and the guys talking about some hot girl that gave you her number. After so long of you not making a move, that was just the last straw I guess. I was leaving, thinking about how it was time to move on and then Trevor asked me out and—well.” Ending your words with a shrug, you winced at how bad it sounded when put like that.

“You only went out from me to move on from Jack?” Trevor asked, hurt creeping into his voice. Jack leaned back into his chair, falling silent.

Meeting Trevor’s eyes, you shook your head rapidly. “No! It played a part, yea, but I wouldn’t have said yes if I didn’t think I could actually like you. You looked all cute and flustered when you asked me and I just—it dawned on me that if I wasn’t hung up on Jack, I probably would’ve liked you for a while at that point.”

Talking about it like this was more than a little embarrassing, especially since you could feel Jack’s gaze on the side of your face.

“And if you’ve liked me for so long, why were you talking about how you were going to call that ‘hot chick’?” you turned it back on Jack, the question having bugged you since you found out Jack liked you.

Eyes going wide, Jack sputtered. “I said I was kidding! That she wasn’t my type, because you’re my type—not the you’re my type part obviously but—didn’t I say that right after the guys calmed down?” He directed the last question at Trevor, putting him on the spot this time.

Trevor went quiet for a second before answering. “I think? I can’t remember, right around then Spencer came in to tell me Y/N was leaving.”

“Spencer was the one who told you I was leaving—?”

“Wait, how did you know I’ve liked you for ‘so long’? I never told you that I actually liked you,” Jack questioned, talking over you.

“I think almost kissing someone is a pretty clear sign you like them, Jack,” Trevor told him condescendingly. Jack rolled his eyes at him, kicking him lightly, before looking back at you.

Avoiding his gaze, you found a sudden interest in your shirt. “I might have overheard the two of you fighting that night you spilled your drink on me,” you mumbled, pursing your lips.

“You did?”

“Oh god,” Jack groaned, covering his face with his hands as Trevor choked.

“Yea.” You drug the word out, grimacing. “Not your best moment, either of you.”

“Is that why you avoided us the first time?” Trevor asked, his head angled to the side. You nodded, confirming his suspicion.

Jack’s sudden laughter startled you. “This is why we communicate, kids,” he said between gasps for air. A snort left you and soon enough you were all laughing at how bad the three of you really are at handling shit.

After your amusement died down, Trevor brought up a valid point.

“What are we doing now?” he asked, glancing up between the two of you. “I mean, we know where we went wrong and all of that, but where does that leave us?”

The question everything came back to, it seemed.

“I still don’t know,” you admitted, darting your tongue out to wet your lips.

Quiet dawned over you again, contemplative and unsure. All of you lost in thought about what happens next.

“You know what? I don’t care what happens as long as I get to be around you,” Jack shrugged. At your curious gaze, he elaborated.

“It’s been too long of constant drama. I just miss being able to talk to you and be your friend.”

“Lame,” Trevor didn’t even bother to hide his whisper. Jack rolled his eyes, flipping him off. You rolled your eyes at the both of them. You missed their antics and agreed with him, saying as much.

“I think we should start over,” you told them, bouncing your leg.

Their heads snapped toward you, forgetting about their bickering. “What do you mean?” Trevor asked, furrowing his eyebrows. Jack mirrored his expression, staring intently at you.

You sucked in a deep breath, trying to figure out how to word it. After a second, you started, “Obviously, even from the beginning, this wasn’t the healthiest relationship if that’s what you want to call it. There was always something holding someone back or coming in the way of things. I think we should just forget everything. Let everything be in the past and start anew. As friends or some sort of weird in between—I don’t care. I’ve just missed both of you a lot and don’t want to lose either of you over something so stupid.”

You couldn’t get through it while looking at them. Your gaze had shifted down to your fidgeting hands at some point. After you finished, they stayed quiet taking in your words.

“I’m okay with that,” Jack said finally, causing your head to snap up. He met your eyes with a soft grin, reassuring your nerves. Your gaze slipped down to a still silent Trevor, anxiously awaiting his response.

He looked up after a few seconds to see the two of you staring at him. “Oh! Yea, I’m cool with that. As long as we’re good and not ignoring each other anymore, I’m fine.”

Letting out a laugh, you shook your head. Relief washed over you, resulting in a goofy smile taking residence on your face. “Great,” you told them.

“See, this all worked out because I cornered you in your bedroom,” Jack told Trevor, standing up and making his way to your bed.

“Wait—you what?” you asked, vaguely noticing Trevor having difficulty getting up and out of the beanbag. He kicked at Jack, waving his hands in the air.

“Yea well this wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t kissed my girlfriend,” Trevor shot back at him as he pulled him up.

You stared up at them, trying to get an answer from one of them. Jack pushed you over, sliding down on your left while Trevor took a spot on your right.

“You cornered him—?”

“Get over it already, that was so last week,” Jack ignored you, tugging you down beside him. Trevor snagged one of your hands, lacing your fingers together. Your heart soared at the familiar gesture and you let yourself be maneuvered.

The bed barely big enough for all three of you, you tried again.

“What’s up with you and cornering people in their rooms?”

The boys bursting into laughter at your genuine confusion on each side of you, you found yourself smiling widely.

This is good, you thought to yourself.

Everything is good.

[paradoxicalca]

I used 17 rankings to simulate Friday's draft 1 Million times; 2019 Edition! Who could be available when your team picks? Results inside.

People enjoyed this last year and I enjoyed doing it so here is this years version. I've also made more graphs this year.IntroOnce again, the goal is to see, given publicly available information, the likelihood of each player getting selected at any given location in the draft. Rather than just a consolidated list, I wanted to run the draft over and over to really account for possible drops.I was partly inspired to do this by online and offline discussions where people exclaimed to me that "there's no way player X will be available at pick N".Rankings UsedI used 17 different rankings this year (noting, paywalled rankings not linked): Future Considerations, Russ Cohen (Sportsology), Craig Button (TSN), Prospect Pipeline, ISS Hockey, Hockey Prospect, Ryan Kennedy (THN), McKeens Hockey, Corey Pronman (Athletic), Cam Robinson (Dobber Prospects), Sam Cosentino (SN),Bob McKenzie (TSN), Scott Wheeler (Athletic), EliteProspects, Tony Ferrari (Dobberprospects), Will Scouch (Scouching), Steve Kournianos (Draft Analyst)Again I tried to get a good range of opinions as the more diverse the lists the better this works. This year actually has considerably more diverse rankings than last year. The top 2 are clear cut. After that, there is a ton of disparity (Such as Zegras as high as 3rd and as low as 21st!). 62 total ranked players. I was really curious how this would play out in the simulation.MethodologyThis model works by simulating the draft 1 million times. Teams are randomly assigned rankings to use in each iteration.Each simulation is essentially this: Every team walks into Vancouver on draft day and randomly selects a piece of paper containing one of the aforementioned rankings. They then select the highest-ranked player still available to them at their pick. Once all 31 picks are made, we restart. 31 picks, repeated 1 million times for 31 million total selections.Pre-Results (A quick note on draft falls)As Bob McKenzie always says; "it only takes one team to like one guy higher." That's why there's always unforeseeable reaches and drops. Even if a player is a consensus top 10 pick, they could drop lower. For example, Chicago, Colorado and LA might all have Byram at #4 overall. But if Chicago has Turcotte 3rd, Colorado has Zegras 3rd and LA has Dach 3rd, then Byram will fall to 6th. Despite all 3 teams agreeing he's the 4th best player, he still goes 6th. We likely saw this with Wahlstrom, Zadina and Veleno last year.ResultsLets get to the results. This year I made violin plots to get an overall picture. There are also histograms and cumulative probability charts for each player. The cumulative probability chart shows the likelihood each given player is still available at each pick. I also have a few other graphs:The "Top 11"The Middle PackThe Best of the RestAll Player ChartsSpreadsheet ResultsResults Breakdown and Fun FactsI wanted to run through a couple of the interesting players or groups of playersLets start with Hughesand Kakko. These 2 are going first and second, it’s a given. There is some dispute about the order, but this sim has Hughes then Kakko in 100% of simulations.I found there was a fairly defined "Top 11". Many people thinkByram and Turcotte will go 3/4 and the sims mostly agree.After the aforementioned 4 is a big pack that includes 3 WHL forwards (Cozens, Dach, Krebs) and 3 USHL forwards (Zegras, Caufield, Boldy). Finally, the Russian enigma Vasili Podkolzin, who ended up higher in this sim than I expected.Spencer Knight demands an explanation. Many of these rankings separated their goalie rankings from their player rankings. This led to Knight being either ranked in the mid-first round or not ranked at all. His graph is likely skewed downward. Hence the cool bimodal graph. Pavel Dorofeyev has a similar looking graph due to split opinions on him.One of the most polarizing prospects this year is Arthur Kaliyev. Who some have as high as 11th, and others have outside their 31. Yet it looks as though the 2 extremes will balance out nicely as he's projected to go in the middle of the first round. Notably, he fell outside the first round in 4 sims!Philip Tomasino is an interesting one to me as some have him hyped up to the top 12 or 15. Nobody on my rankings had him higher than 17th, and 5 rankings didn't even have him top 31. Nonetheless, he went top 31 in 96.981% of simulationsVictor Soderstrom was picked between 8th and 27th in 999,999 out of the 1 million simulations. He also had the widest range of selections. Peculiarly, in the other one sim, he fell out of the first round. So when people say "There is NO WAY Soderstrom goes in the 2nd round" you can tell them "Yes, there's a 1 in a million chance".FAQWhy only the first round?A couple reasons; Firstly, many of these rankings only go to 31 spots and I don’t want to oversaturate on the longer lists. Secondly, many of these rankings are public to #31 but behind a paywall for everything afterwards. Thirdly, There is so much variety in lists beyond the first 20-30 picks that it's basically useless."Ranking X is dumb because player Z is too high/low"This complaint should be directed at the ranking-makers. More variety is better for this simulation as it better reflects the randomness that is the NHL draft. The reality is, we see players go 10+ spots higher or lower than expected every year.How did you do this?I modified and re-used my Python program from last year for the actual simulations. The rankings and results were compiled in excel. The rankings and results were compiled in excel. I used R (including ggplot2 and dplyr packages) to create the graphs.Can I see the code?Absolutely. I have the Python and R scripts here on GitHub. Note that I removed the rankings behind a paywall. I also don't really understand GitHub so hopefully that works (can I make the repo pull-only?)Did you validate the data this year so you don't have duplicate players?Yes...there should be no duplicates I hopeHow long did this take?The Python script took 28 minutes and 48.57 seconds to complete the 1 Million sims. Last year was ~50 minutes, yay for upgraded hardware. The graphs, rankings, and other stuff took much longer, but it was a good learning exerciseI want to read more!I made a more in-depth writeup here if you're interested. Also, peruse the data and the graphs.TL;DR: The draft is even more wide open than last year and basically anyone can go anywhere I used 17 rankings to simulate Friday's draft 1 Million times; 2019 Edition! Who could be available when your team picks? Results inside. Source