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boqvistsbabe · 4 months
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HES SO BF
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bordysbae · 1 year
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hi could you do 38. “have you seen my hoodie?" with Turcotte?
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“lovebirds”
alex turcotte x f!reader
visiting alex’s parents was easily one of your favorite things to do. no matter if it was during the winter or during the summer, it was always perfect. whether it be the millions upon millions of alex’s baby photos, his mother teaching you recipes that alex loves, or more importantly, the late night convos out on the back deck. it was habitual at this point. any night spent at his parent’s house is always spent out on the deck talking about anything for hours on end.
“you guys want to go outside after dinner?” his mother asks. you all hum and nod in agreement, and she takes those answers with a smile on her face. she begins clearing the table when alfie, alex’s father, chimes in, “let me and alex do the dishes. you ladies go get the deck ready, grab blankets and get changed into comfy clothes,” he states.
“alright, are you sure? i can always help with dishes, i don’t mind at all!” you exclaim but he just nods his head. you head to alex’s childhood bedroom and begin to change into a pair of his sweats and grab one of his old usa hoodies. you and his mom get the outside deck tidied up and grab blankets for everyone, meanwhile starting the fire pit as well.
“mom, have you seen my usa hoodie? i’ve been looking for like five minu- oh,” alex says as he stands in the doorway between inside and outside. you guiltily smile at him, knowing he was planning on wearing this hoodie. he just smiles and playfully rolls his eyes before going back inside. eventually the boys come back outside and everyone gets settled, you and alex sharing the wicker love seat.
as you stretch your legs across his lap, he whispers in your ear, “you stole my hoodie ma’am,” his light chuckle sending chills down your body. you shoot alex a smile, before retorting his statement for fun.
“yeah well, this was the comfiest one i could find,” you shrug, making alex jokingly scoff.
“you have your own, y’know,” he shrugs, and you just hit his arm. as you two bicker, neither of you notice his parents watching the both of you look at each other with pure love.
“oh alfie, i hope he proposes to her. they’re perfect for each other, they literally have hearts in their eyes! i’ve never seen alex happier,” his mother quietly adores to her husband.
“i think he’s happier with her than he was on the day of his draft,” alfie chuckles quietly, both parents still watching you lovebirds, meanwhile you two so absorbed in each other you guys have no clue.
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514hockey · 8 months
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With training camp starting in just a couple of days, there’s a lot of speculation about who should play on the top line with Caufield and Suzuki. But I’m here to tell you (and I know this goes against the BFF narrative we all love): they should not be playing together at 5v5.
Instead, Cole should play on the 2nd line with Kirby Dach at C. Why?
Nick & Cole get stuck in their own end waaaay to often. There were soooo many wasted Caufield shifts last year where he never crossed into the O-zone. Dach is by far the Habs’ best player at exiting the D-zone while controlling the puck, so he can get it to Cole where he’s most valuable (i.e. within shooting range).
Kirby Dach is 6’3’’ with a monstrous wingspan and he can skate like the wind, and all of that draws a lot of defensive coverage, which can give Cole the opportunity to do what he does best (i.e. find open space).
On the 2nd line, Cole will not be going against other teams’ top lines all the time, which should translate to more opportunity for offence.
And last but not least:
Cole & Kirby are also really good friends and it is a rule that USNTDP kids from the 2019 draft HAVE to play with a non-American buddy with good eyebrows to find sustained success in the NHL.
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just-dino-maggie · 11 months
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hey can i request prompts 2, 4 & 37 with luke hughes?
I love these so so much!! Thank you for the request I hope you like it!
2. “What the hell are you doing in my house at 3 in the morning?”
4. “You’re so fucking annoying! And- wait, are you hurt?”
37. “We should stop pretending” “Pretending?” “That we’re just friends”
The sounds of knocking filled my small home in New Jersey. Anxiety shoots through my chest. Who in the hell is knocking on my door at this hour? Part of me is telling myself to ignore it but my rampant imagination won’t let me do such a thing.
I walk as quietly as I can across the house hoping that I don’t alert the person on the other side of my door. I hold my breath as I look through the peephole. My anxiety dissipates for a moment when I see the man on the other side.
The hockey player on the other side of the door, who I befriended at work, looks tired. I open the door and his eyes widen slightly. “Hi Y/n.”
“Hi Luke,” I say. “What the hell are you doing in my house at 3 in the morning?”
I step aside to let him in, looking at him expectantly. He walks toward my countertop barstools and sits down. I can see him wince slightly as he sits. “I needed to talk to you.”
“You could have talked to me any other time of day. You’re so fucking annoying!” I’m half serious half kidding. He shifts again uncomfortably. “And- wait are you hurt?”
He shakes his head, “I’m fine don’t worry about it. We seriously need to talk.”
“We can talk once you show me what’s wrong.” I calmly refute, standing my ground.
He sighs and lifts his shirt. It takes all my self control not to leer at his carved stomach. Besides defined muscles there are also bruises scattered across his skin in varying sizes.
I rush toward him, “Luke what happened!?” My hands begin to trail his bruises slightly. I lift his shirt fully off of his head and I can hear his breath catch.
“The playoffs,” he mutters quietly.
When he speaks I can finally feel how close we are. I step back reminding myself that this is not how friends act. “Can I get you anything? Ice? Some pain killers?”
He shakes his head and looks into my eyes. “We could stop pretending.”
“Pretending?” I ask breathlessly as he pulls me between his legs.
He grabs my hips and my hands lay on his bare chest. “That we’re just friends.” The second the words leave his mouth our lips collide.
I melt into him. We move together perfectly starting with slow exploration. Soon though, our pace picks up. My hands run through his messy curls and he pulls me harder into him.
I tug his hair for a better angle and he groans. I pull away from him slightly, “Am I hurting you?” I ask him, looking down at his injuries.
“No baby,” he said making my heart flip. “Just please don’t stop.”
So I don’t stop. I kiss him until I don’t know where I end and he begins. And I keep kissing him as I breathless beg him to stay.
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sharp-edges · 1 month
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"-people pay to watch me play" Jack Hughes 2024.
LADIES AND GERMS.... i have found a ✨wonderful paralel✨, may i present to you, Jack Hughes and Alex Turcotte in conversation with Brad Galli in piece filmed on MARCH 19th 2019!!!!!!
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Interviewer: "How weird is it, i mean for both of you guys, to know that kids at school probably don't even realize someday they're probably gonna buy your jerseys and will be paying to watch you guys play"
Jack: I wouldnt say its weird but like, obviously it's different cuz like you get like a high school football kid like on a friday wearing their jerseys and they think their the man right? and then you're just like "jeez" but um, I mean it's-you kinda, I don't think you want to be a big deal either you just wanna go lowkey, and get through your day and go to the rink. so-
Alex: yeah nah, i think it's nice not like-not having tons of people know what we do in a way-
Interviewer: its kinda hockey isn't it?
Alex: yeah, i mean it kinda makes it easier, you can just make it through the day without many people noticing you and that's not a bad thing, kinda helps you focus on school
Jack; its kinda quiet in our class, we don't have any teammates in the class with us, and then that one day a year when the school comes to the rink with us and interviews us and shows what we do and then it goes on the school announcements and we're like "oh my god" haha.
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equallyshaw · 1 year
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wake up besties-- new mama hughes interview just dropped
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dora-the-exploraah · 2 years
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The arch????
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trevorzegrizz · 1 year
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oh my gawd-
HI 👋
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catboygretzky · 10 months
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Trevor Zegras, oh darling, even rome fell // p.s.
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ijustdontlikepeople · 4 months
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Wait…Jack was part of picking his ntdp team 👀
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boqvistsbabe · 4 months
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He’s so pretty
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worldofgayhockey · 1 year
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why did bren feel the need to put this on his story 😭 knies’s weird account has resurfaced once again
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bordysbae · 1 year
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can you do 8. “are they fighting again?” “worse, they’re kissing” with Alex Turcotte?
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“round what?”
alex turcotte x reader
warning: cursing, slight mention of underage drinking
you and alex never end on good terms. you’ve never actually dated, but everyone knows you guys are only interested in each other. but somehow the both of you managed to mess up the two other previous attempts at being a thing. alex being the first one to mess up used the excuse of ‘well we aren’t dating,’ and you used the same one on him two months later.
you met through a friend group, and the group has been awkward ever since you and alex ended, again, nearly a month ago. if the group decides to hang out, they always do it when either you or alex cant come. there has been a few times where you and alex are there at the same time, but you avoid speaking cause it just causes problems. as you’ve learned from past experiences.
“alex can you stop glaring at me when i talk to jack? jesus, i’m not allowed to talk to my friend?” you scofffed in the beecher-family kitchen.
“i just don’t appreciate seeing my ex all over my best fucking friend,” he shrugged.
“your ex? we never even dated alex! you’re so self absorbed it’s crazy honestly,” you angrily chuckled.
“we basically dated, you can’t tell me we were nothing,” the dark haired boy stated before he sipped the water from his glass.
“you’re joking right? you literally used the excuse ‘we’re not even dating,’ alex! this is so stupid, i was literally just talking to jack. you’re so fucking insecure, i cant deal,” you rolled your eyes as you exited the kitchen.
but now you’re sat at the group event with a raspberry white claw in your hand. being in the same room as alex is going fine, until someone gets the bright idea to play truth or dare. “turcs, truth or dare?” trevor asks with a devilish smile on his face.
“dare, i’m not a wuss,” he cockily shrugs before taking a sip of his beer. a few ‘ooh’s can be heard, making alex’s massive ego inflate ever larger.
“good answer! i dare you to play seven minutes in heaven with y/n,” he smirks, making both you and alex’s eyes go wide.
“what?! hell no man! no offense y/n,” alex says, turning to face you during the last part of his sentence.
“none taken,” you mumble making jack push his shoulder into yours.
“alex, i thought you said you weren’t a wuss? you know if you skip the question you have to shoot fireball, right?” cole chimes in, making alex groan. he rises from his spot on the L shaped couch in the hughes’ family basement, and he gives you an ‘im sorry’ look as you stand up as well. trevor sets his timer as he locks you both in the closet.
you sit on the floor by the coats, and alex sits against the wall in front of you. your legs are stretched out by his waist, his doing the same. you can’t help but notice the small hole forming in his gray socks as you avoid eye contact with the boy. “i’m sorry,” he blurts out, drawing your attention from his socks to his face.
“for what?”
“everything, y/n. i’ve always been such a dick to you, even when we were talking. but god do i miss you,” he admits as an adrenaline high begins to form from the nerves.
“you do?” you hesitantly question.
“of course i do. do you even realize how much i liked you? hell y/n, i still do. i hated myself for hooking up with that girl at the party, and instead of admitting my wrongs i used some dumb excuse. and then i changed myself for you, but when we started talking the second time you hooked up with that guy. which really hurt. i know it shouldn’t have, but that’s when i truly realized how much i had hurt you when i was the one did it. so yeah, i miss you. a lot,” alex rambles.
your face heats up, and you scoot across the closet closer to him. you readjust yourself so that you’re sat next to him, and turn to look up at him slightly. he then leans in, and you connect your lips to his. you guys continue kissing for a moment, until trevor unlocks the door and gasps. he snickers before closing the door and heading back to the group in the other room.
“i’m so done with them!” trevor groans as he sits back down on the couch.
“are they fighting again?” cole asks.
“worse, they’re kissing!” trevor chuckles, making everyone’s eyes widen and a few laughs escape.
“this round what, like.. seven?” johnny teases.
“it’s round three, but hey third times a charm!” jack shrugs, just as you and alex walk back into the room.
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514hockey · 4 months
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Cole Caufield revealing on the spitting chiclets podcast that the USNTDP was not only building around Jack Hughes but also literally letting Jack pick his team is the most deranged nepo-baby thing I’ve ever heard about Jack Hughes.
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just-dino-maggie · 1 year
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More of a tiny request, but the reader just brushing Trevor’s hair with a comb or a brush after he gets out of the shower? Maybe they’re on a beach vacation and like most long haired ladies, Trevor too can not escape the tangles salt water causes in hair. He’s having a fit over it, so the reader decides to help? Love your writing <3
This is the cutest request of all time, I love it! I hope I can do it justice. Thank you so much for the request!
Trevor and I have been to the beach dozens of times and everytime his hair becomes a mess. It’s finally the off season so we are experiencing the beautiful beaches of Nantucket. I have never experienced the Atlantic Ocean but it’s definitely a different experience compared to the Pacific. According to Trevor everyone who is bicoastal knows that the two oceans are way different. I’ve never been “bicoastal” before.
After a long day at the beach we decided to go to a nice dinner. Though I was very tempted to take a shower with Trevor we decided to take them separately with me going first. We are both covered in sand and salt so a deep clean is needed.
I take my time in the shower using shampoo twice to make sure to get the salt and grease out of my hair. When I get out of the shower Trevor gets right in after me. I take my time getting myself ready while he showers. I don’t need to do much, the sun has brought out my freckles so I just put on some mascara. I let the natural glow of my skin shine through.
When Trevor gets out of the shower I’m already in my silk dress. He’s a site to behold. He’s tanned a perfect golden and he’s bigger then he usually is from bulking in the off season. Water droplets cover his tanned skin and his usually golden hair is dark due to the wetness. I’m trying desperately not to stare at where the towel is hanging on his hips.
If I focus on his happy trail we definitely won’t make it to dinner. He smiles at me and presses a soft kiss to my lips. I’m about to walk out of the bathroom to grab some sandals when he picks up my brush and yanks his hair. He’s cursing under his breath and ripping his own hair out trying to untangle it.
I take the brush out of his hands, “Baby let me help you, you’re hurting yourself”
“I don’t know how you do this. Your hair is three times longer then mine and you brush it so easily.” He’s practically pouting. His hair is the longest it’s ever been because he’s waiting to go to Carla. Clearly he’s been having some trouble that I wasn’t aware of.
I take his towel and dry his hair so it’s no longer dripping. “Here’s the trick,” I say while grabbing a jar of product. “Put on some leave in conditioner and then brush the hair when it’s damp.” He is sitting on the toilet seat and I stand in between his legs. I take my time softly brushing out the knots in his hair. He has his hands resting on my thighs and he slowly drags them up and down while I brush.
It’s serene. I finish brushing and take a step back allowing him to finish getting ready. Before I can leave the bathroom he pulls me to him and kisses me gently. “I love you,” he says.
“I love you.” I respond resisting the urge to tangle my hands in his hair and start the process all over again.
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loviess · 10 months
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i love creating hypotheical hockey narratives in my head because like the pieces are nearly all there. just not quite yet....
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