a/n: it’s been too damn long! finally graduated from university and have some time to dust off my tombs and flex my creative muscles again. excited to get back to my original ideas and requests you ask of me. reminder again i do not like this man but i am stubborn to a fault to continue what ive started and will keep him as a muse/face claim and i do not associate myself with anything he is in real life. :) stay tuned for more work from me rolling out!
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✮⋆˙ SUMMARY
Nico thinks Florence is Timo's girlfriend, when in fact she is more like a sister to him, and has a crush on Nico since the day they met. And when she confides in Timo, he makes it his mission to get Florence and Nico togetehr.
✮⋆˙ DISCLAIMER
Again I'd want to thank this nonnie for requesting this, I hope you see this! I really love this idea!! Anyway, all fictions in this series can be found under matchmaker series tag, and I also made a pinterest board so you can check the aesthetic for them. There is also a taglist, if you want to be update!
✮⋆˙ FICTIONS
FIRST MEET - Timo's bestfriend Florence, and Nico meeting for the first time, but he thinks she's Timo's girlfriend.
summary: quinn finally meets the matchmaker to begin the search for his dream girl. or has he?
word count: 2.2k words
a/n: i apologize for the long delay! uni has been kicking my butt and a lot has happened but i am just as excited for this. like i said, he'll remain a canuck in this series, but my works will both have him as a canuck and as a wild. there's always gonna be something for everyone. thank you again all for your support and i have many ideas and works to share with you all.
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Y/N picks up her cup from the fancy Nespresso machine at home and brings it to her lip to sip on her decaffeinated latte. Too much caffeine isn’t good this late in the afternoon even if you’ve been up since five in the morning.
Working with several time zones across the world from North America, Europe, Asia, and even as far as Australia from her Vancouver office should’ve been something she’s gotten used to even with an expanded team of assistants, managers and scouts but it’s always something new every time.
It’s probably why she stuck with this idea that sounded so crazy when she was in the last few months of her bachelor’s degree, contemplating what to do even if she had that safe cubicle office job in corporate lined up.
She tolerated that job for as long as she could, boring, long but stable hours, and great benefits until she could get her matchmaking business idea afloat. If it didn't work out, she’d have something to fall back on.
Several years later, many of the clients of the business whom she’d never met because she was so low in the hierarchy ladder that her boss’ boss would meet them and she’d only make the PowerPoint for. They were now consulting her on how to find a suitable match for their nepotism babies within wealthy, upper class circles, who’d they be most compatible with and what match would do best for their image and success.
The secret to her success is not much of a secret in an industry like this or in any corporate-esque environment, hard work, networking with the right people at the right time, and the perfect amount of good luck. Long forgotten was that embarrassing incident when her oil-tycoon ex-boyfriend proposed and she turned him down by the fountain in his mansion.
Besides, she’s not naive that she needs to innovate and get ahead of the curve before someone tries to steal her idea and bank on it. Besides, the price for her services honestly is cheap for the amount of work she does, even if it’s been raised annually but the secrecy and connections she provides is second to none.
She can’t make some app like Tinder, Bumble or god forbid Raya, that’s been democratized to the gods that it’s lost its prestige and exclusive clientele that made it so exciting in the first place. Let those apps continue to work like crap and it only draws more and more people to her business.
Opening up the folder organized under the new client documents, the name “Quinn Hughes” pops up. She’s vaguely aware of him, coming from the city, living and working near downtown Vancouver where you can’t quite escape anything Canucks even at her Marshalls store.
Captain, a defenseman in hockey, makes $7.85 million a year (and based on her staff reports, projected to guarantee to make above $10 million on his next contract), scruffy beard, handsome, on the quieter side, and based on the personal profile, is trying to retire his skates from the arena of hook ups and flying out girls.
A secretary notes on his profile even the most minute details like his blunder of when he got caught flying a girl out when he pulled over with his car and she looked absolutely pissed and nothing ever came up about it. Of course it was understood and unspoken that rich, handsome, young athletes at the prime of their career did such a thing, but with PR, at least be discrete about it.
No further incidents occurred after such an error and it quieted down by ignoring and pretending it never happened. Browsing through his public instagram and especially his following distinguishing girls he knows because of his profession and the type of girls he’s interested in, she thinks she has an idea on what matches he’d be looking for.
A preliminary list of some girls of various professions his age have been considered, but nothing serious or committed until they meet for lunch later in the afternoon to get to know more of him and have a greater idea of what he’s into.
Y/N takes another sip of her coffee, shaking her head with an amused expression at her new client. This surely wasn’t the first time she’s dealt with athletes, football, soccer, hockey, just as likely as dealing with businessmen or former nobility whose grandfathers lost their family fortune in bad investments or to revolutions, but surely something was sticking out to her.
Perhaps there’s something missing why this guy hasn’t settled down yet, with no judgment, of course. Usually guys like him would have girls lining up to transition from hook up to long-term girlfriend, wife, and pop out a few babies or him and turn a blind eye for infidelity. Hmm, picky.
Of course he’ll be a piece of work who’ll be quite the nightmare to find a suitable girl to pair him with. There's got to be someone out there?
Quinn doesn’t know what to wear. He’s going through his closet as if this was his official walk-in for games now that the dress code was gone, but this was just lunch getting to know the matchmaker and whether this was a fit for what he was looking for.
There was his classic sweatshirt but that seems too casual and not a great first impression. This navy blue sweater made from pure merino wool was a classic staple for this rainy weather now that summer turned into fall much later than usual, through the breeze, overcast skies, and soaked leaves underneath his white Air Forces.
He brought it closer to him as he took it by the hanger, but put it back in repulse when he remembers his ex-girlfriend bought this very sweater for him from her stint in New York City for a photoshoot.
He wouldn’t bring a piece of her with him when he was trying to move on. However, he couldn’t give this up, even with her memory and scent all over it, it was comfortable, and easier to pair with anything for a reason.
The sweater was steamed and set aside for the meeting. Just as he was about to put it over his plain white t-shirt, his phone buzzed from a message flashing from DNI. Quinn sighed, his fingers hovering over the option to block the contact.
“Hey, can we talk? I miss you so much and it was a mistake that I even thought to leave.”
Quinn gathers the courage to finally block her for good, a sense of relief springing from his looser shoulders already. He sighed before he put his phone in his pocket.
The office building faced the Waterfront, and Quinn walked up to the lobby after he parked in the complimentary free parking through your office. He kept looking at his phone and taking it out from his pocket as he waited for you to buzz him in through the doors and up the elevator to your office on the twenty-second floor.
The brightly-lit elevator of the newly-constructed building was minimalist, luxurious, clean and decorated with avant-garde art, and matched who he assumed could afford rent in such a building.
He steps out of the elevator as the door chimes and lets him out, turning left down the hallway to where the door of your office stood. “Perfect Match Inc” was on a metal sign on the plain oak door, windows into the office opaquely clouded in white to not reveal what was inside.
His text notifications rung from the automated text number your service provided, with a unique code for clients that would be provided before every visit. A satisfying click sounded as the door light turned green, and he opened the door to enter the office.
Quinn was greeted with a luscious, yet homey and comfortable office, with a young, brunette receptionist greeting him with a smile, not a smidge of her perfectly groomed hair or makeup out of place.
“Mr. Hughes, Welcome to Perfect Match. Ms Y/N has been notified of your arrival and will join you shortly.”
He nods politely with a meek smile. “Thank you.”
”Please feel free to enjoy some refreshments, drinks, snacks, whatever you need. Coffee? Tea?”
”I should be okay, thank you.” He waves her off, appraising the expansive array of fancy Nespresso and Keurig machines, next to a batch of gourmet cookies, mini cakes, sandwiches and cocktail food like sausages, hotdogs and salami.
Quinn sits on the plush obsidian chair by the lobby, taking in the view of the office before aimlessly scrolling through his phone on endless updates and messages from the Canucks group chat and his work emails.
Y/N steps out of her office in an all-white suit, with a simple gold necklace and matching earrings, and smiles when they make eye contact.
“Quinn? I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”
He stood up and shook her hand with an affirmative nod. “Pleasure.”
“I’ve seen your profile. It’s impressive, of course, being captain to a hockey-obsessed city like Vancouver, but I can imagine it can come with some complications.”
Quinn sighs, relieved she understood his unique dilemma. “It’s both a blessing and a curse. I’m thankful I’m known for my game, and it brings me some clout to the city, but it’s hard to tell who really wants me for me.”
She attempts to hold back a laugh scrolling on his Instagram followings, and the log on his Raya account interactions, alongside his profile.
“You don’t have a problem with attention, but what I’m thinking is you’re looking for something more substantive?”
He nods, putting his cappuccino mug on the table. “I’ve had my fun with no strings attached, but they’re starting to feel hollow. Someone recommended to me that through you, you could at least vouch for the girls I end up dating.”
After setting aside her file, she looks him in the eye and nods with sympathy. “Of course, it’s not the first time I’ve heard of such worries for someone of your profile nowadays. It’s hard to trust people and know whether they want something from you or genuinely want you for you.”
“It really is. I remember this one girl- god I won’t even say her name. I flew her in and then she was in the passenger seat after a game and people saw her. She was just rolling her eyes and it was so embarrassing that she kept trying to milk that situation after we stopped talking, and get my attention again.” Quinn rubbed his face, almost humiliated at the memory.
She taps her pen against the desk. “I saw that clip in your file, but fortunately your PR team has done a great job scrubbing that from the internet for people to forget. I can assure you that even if you end up going on dates with some influencers I’ve communicated with, they aren’t those types. I do want to start with what your type of girl usually is?” Y/N chuckles. “I can’t quite start without that. I don’t know who to recommend to you before this step.”
Quinn tucks his phone into his pocket, trying to avoid the inevitable but also the very reason why he is here in the first place. Why the hell can’t you think of something? Someone? What do I even want?
“What do I want from a girl? From someone who I could end up spending the rest of my life with? I want someone who just does not want what the lifestyle of being with me offers, but sees who I am. Who I truly am. I’m not the most extroverted person. I can be awkward sometimes, but I mean well on my own terms. I’d hope to find someone who understands what comes with being with a person like me, always under the spotlight.”
She looks back and forth between typing on her laptop and at him, nodding patiently and beckoning him to continue.
“For her occupation? I do like my privacy, so I wouldn’t want to be on some influencer’s weekly vlog or something. I wouldn’t mind if she has a rather public job if we can really connect, but that I won’t be part of her content. Other than that, I’d just want to meet someone I can trust, who can also talk to me about something that isn’t hockey even when my brain is so wired to it.”
The click of the keyboard as she hits the enter button to save the document echoes loudly between them. Y/N smiles as she looks up.
“Thank you for letting me know. I’ll go through the girls you may be interested in speaking with. I’m sure we can find someone. I can guarantee that.”
Y/N recognizes the familiar hope on his usually forlorn face on many of her clients, how his tired eyes seem more green in this light. She turns away again before she finds herself staring too long.
She shouldn’t stare at him - he’s a VIP client, for god’s sake! Not how his hair swoops over his temple, how his adam’s apple bobs, the slope of his nose-
How can she find someone for him if she wants him for herself?
NICO!HISCHIER X FLORENCE!ROSSI; MATCHMAKER SERIES
✮⋆˙ summary - Timo's bestfriend Florence, and Nico meeting for the first time, but he thinks she's Timo's girlfriend. [2,2k]
✮⋆˙ warnings - just a sweet pure content
✮⋆˙ author's note - Okay, this is the first part of the short series! I hope you guys and especially the nonnie likes it!
✮⋆˙ please reblog guys ˙⋆✮
Florence’s flight from Switzerland was a long and tiring one. She thought that flying first class would be without any problems or annoying people, but apparently, it wasn't.
She is used to long flights, since she plays for the Swiss women’s hockey team, and it’s her rookie season as a professional women's hockey player for the New York Sirens, but this one felt like an eternity.
Florence likes babies, but listening to a nonstop high-pitched crying from the booth right next to her made her want to cry. And even though the mother tried to calm the baby down, she didn’t succeed.
But Florence is happy, to finally, after almost ten hours' flight, stand on the ground as she makes her way to the main hall with her two huge suitcases, backpack on her back and a duffle bag hanging from her left shoulder.
Airpods are plugged in her ears as she hums to the rhythm of the song playing in them. She almost doesn’t notice Timo making his way towards you.
It’s not until she almost crushes into him that she notices him, and a huge smile splatters all over her face. “Timo!” she shouts, even though he is standing a few feet away from you.
But she knows that Timo doesn’t mind how loud you are, because he does the same. “Rosa!” he mimics her enthusiasm, grinning widely at her and the two big suitcases next to her.
Not waiting a second, Florence loses her grip on the handles, lets the duffel bag drop to the ground, and hugs him tightly.
“It’s so good to see you, T.” Florence nuzzles her nose in his neck, breathing in his masculine scent. A mixture of pine and citrus that smells just like home.
“I missed you, too, Rosa.” he tightens his hold around her, squishing her to his body. The two of them have known each other since forever, and since Florence’s parents died when she was nine, and Timo’s parents took her under their roof, he has been a brother to her that she never knew she needed.
When he lets go of her, he makes his way for her suitcases and bag, which he throws over his shoulder and walks back to her. “Now, let’s go. There are so many things I wanna show you, and people I want you to meet.”
Timo drove Florence to her apartment in Jersey City, which he helped pick up, this first summer, before her season with the Sirens.
Since she sorted everything with the team before summer, she decided to stay in Switzerland until the last possible day she could have, because it was really hard to leave her friends and Timo’s family.
Florence is now walking down the hallway from her bedroom to the living room, where Timo is waiting for her, before the two of them leave for the Prudential, where he invited her to watch the practice.
“Ready, Rosie?” he looks up from the sofa where he is sitting.
A simple nod is for him to stand up and, together with her, to leave the apartment. The ride to the arena is comfortable and quick. Their shared playlist is blasting loudly as both of them sing along, enjoying the calm, comfortable atmosphere.
In fifteen minutes, Timo is parking his car in the private underground parking lot, and both of them are making their way inside the arena.
Timo has his hand draped around Florence’s shoulder the whole walk until they reach the locker room. She knows most of the guys from Timo’s stories, but she has never met them, even though this is her home arena, too, now.
“TIMO!” one of the guys shouts, and by the ginger hair and beard, Florence assumes it’s Connor Brown.
A huge grin spreads across Timo’s face as he tugs her deeper inside the locker room. All gazes now shift to her figure, and she feels so small under the intensity of it.
“I want you to meet Florence Rossi. It’s her rookie season as one of the Sirens.” He introduces Florence so proudly and with so much confidence that it makes her heart ache.
She knows that Timo loves her, but hearing him say her name with so much pride is something new to her.
“Hey!” she waves her hand awkwardly, shifting from one foot to another. “It’s nice to meet you guys.”
The first one to greet her is Jesper, who has a wide grin on his lips as he extends his hand toward her.
“Jesper Bratt, it’s really nice to meet you.” The Swedish accent is thick in his words, and even though no one told her where he is from, she can tell by his blonde hair and his nose.
Florence shakes his hand, and before she knows it, everyone in the room is introducing themselves to her. Sher gives everyone polite smiles as she introduces herself.
The last one to introduce himself is Nico, who has been watching Florence the whole time. He noticed how she kept shifting on her feet as the guys introduced themselves. How she nervously laughed at their jokes or when they tried to make small talk.
“Hey, I’m Nico Hischier,” he smiles politely, shaking her hand gently, yet he notices how firm her hold is. “Timo’s best friend, I hope,” Nico chuckles, looking at Timo, who has been standing next to Florence the whole time.
“Yeah, I know who you are. Timo told me a lot about you.” Florence grins, her eyes roaming Nico’s face. He is a handsome guy, everyone can see that, but there is something so hot, so masculine and dominant about him that it makes Florence feel small, yet safe, in a weird way.
“I hope only the good,” he flashes her a smile as he lets go of her hand, not wanting to hold it for too long.
“Of course.”
“The worst,” Timo and Florence say at the same time. Florence nudges her elbow into his ribs as he wraps his hand around her shoulders.
“Only the best,” Florence says again with a genuine smile. “Anyway, I think you should get ready, T. I’m going to check out the ice,” she winks at him, and with a small wave to Nico, she leaves.
As soon as she steps out of the room and the door closes behind her, she lets out a long breath, her hands shaking a little bit, and she still feels Nico’s hold on her hand.
The man is literally everything she ever dreamed about. Six foot something, broad shoulders, thick muscular thighs and those veiny arms. Fuck he is Florence’s wet dream.
She met a lot of guys, and she even slept with a few, but she never men who would send shivers down her spine just with one simple handshake.
She shakes her head, forcing herself to nod to think about him that way. He is Timo’s friend and captain for fucks sale, she should not think about him more than a person she knows.
Timo and Nico are skating side by side, breathing heavily after their 3-on-3 game.
“You’ve been awfully quiet,” Timo says as they slowly skate towards the bench. His eyes focus on Nico, who has his thinking face on and is looking at his skates.
When he doesn’t answer, Timo shoves him in the shoulder, causing him to stumble on his skates. Nico looks at him with wide eyes and a shocked face.
“What was that for?”
“For not paying attention to what I am saying,” Timo explains, shaking his head with a chuckle. “I asked you, why are you so quiet today?”
Nico takes in a deep breath, looking down at his skates, as he thinks about what excuse to say. “Just thinking,” he settles on, because partly he is telling the truth. He is thinking about Florence, but he can’t tell his best friend he is thinking about his girlfriend. “You know about the season, and all.” Nico adds, when he notices the ‘you’re full of shit’ look Timo has on his face.
“Yeah, well, the guys are all ready put maximum for us to win the cup,” Timo shuffles his skates. “We won’t let you down, Neeks.” he knows how much pressure is on Nico’s shoulders, and he does adore and respect him for that.
Seeing how Nico handled last season, which was a terrible one for the Devils, makes him realize that he never wants to have another captain. And that he will do anything to keep Nico on this team.
“I know you won’t.” Nico gives him a soft smile. He reaches for his bottle, his eyes roaming the stands as he drinks. He stops in his tracks when his eyes land on Florence.
She isn’t sitting far, maybe five or six rows behind the net, her legs are propped on the seat in front of her, as she watches the guys on the ice, as if she was studying them.
Nico lets his eyes roam over Florence’s face, even though he can’t see much, but he studies the concern on her face, the way her eyes follow the movements of Dawson. And he knows that he wants her eyes to follow his movements.
“Timo! Nico! You up!” Coach yells, pulling both Nico and Timo from their thoughts.
“Let’s go,” he murmurs, smiling softly to himself. It’s his time to show Florence how good he is.
Florence’s eyes never leave the ice. She has been sitting behind the net the whole practice, her eyes glued to almost every guy as she watches how they play, skate, and how they think during the game.
She makes mental notes for herself when Nico and Timo skate towards the centre of the ice, ready to play against Cody and Johnny. Her eyes focus on Nico as she unintentionally leans forward to get a better look at the face-off.
She notices the way Nico takes a deep breath before he bends down, ready to take the puck. She notices how his eyes hypnotize the spot on the ice, where the puck is supposed to fall.
When the puck falls on the ice, Nico’s hand makes quick work with the stick, and the puck is flying between his legs, right on Timo’s stick, who is quick to move past Cody.
Nico doesn’t waste a second, and he is on the other side, waiting for Timo to pass the puck. When he receives it, Florence notices the way he watches Johnny, his footwork, and the way he is holding his stick. She also notices the way his eyes quickly shoot to see Jacob in the net.
And in a second, the puck is flying at Jacob, who doesn’t move quickly enough to catch the puck, and with a clink, the puck ends up behind his back.
A huge smile is playing on Nico’s face, when Timo slung his hand around his shoulder as they skate behind the net. In that moment, Florence’s and Nico’s eyes meet, and a lump forms in her throat from the way he looks at her.
“That’s all for today, fellas,” Coach yells, as he looks at his team, that is in front of him. “Go get some rest before the game tomorrow!”
With that, everyone leaves the ice, except for Timo, who is now skating behind the net to speak with Florence. “Hey, Rosa, I bought your skates. They are in my locker. Come skate with Nico and me for a bit!”
At the mention of his name, Nico’s head shoots up from where he is sitting on the bench. A confusion settles on his face when he sees Florence making her way down the tunnel, while Timo skates to him.
“Do you mind, Rosa, joining us?”
“Rosa?” Nico asks, even more confused now.
“Oh, yeah, sorry,” Timo chuckles to himself as he shakes his head at himself. Of course, Nico doesn’t know Florence’s nickname. “Florence. Do you mind?”
Nico shakes his head, his throat feeling dry at just the bare mention of her. “I uh, I can leave if you want some privacy.” Nico offers, already standing from the bench.
“Oh, if you mind, I’ll just watch you guys.” This time, it’s Florence’s voice to answer Nico. Their heads turn her way as they watch her make her way down the tunnel and on the ice, in her pink costume made Bauer skates.
“No… I don’t mind, I just thought…” he trails off, looking between Timo and her.
“Oh, no. It’s your rink too, after all.” Florens grins at him as she skates towards them, feeling the ice under her skates after a whole summer. She then strides away from both Nico and Timo, enjoying the burn in her quads and calves. The burn brings her pleasure and a lot of adrenaline.
She lets her legs do all the work while she lets her mind go completely blind, enjoying the way skating makes her feel. Powerful, free, and just like herself.
“She’s… fast,” Nico murmurs under his breath as he watches Florence with eyes full of adoration and… a hint of surprise.
“Yeah, she always was.” Timo grins, proud that he was the one who taught her to skate. “Come on, let's join her.” And with that, they both skate towards Florence, matching her pace of skating.
“One-night stands are like chess, only the loser desires a rematch.”
- Jack Freestone
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y/n l/n is the hottest matchmaker in town, and behind the happy ever afters of the rich and famous. independent, hardworking, and ambitious, she’s made a career travelling the world helping others find love like cupid. she’s had no problem with hundreds of clients over the years, until a weary, dark haired defenseman with dreamy eyes walks in her office looking to finally settle down. will she find his her match?
will she open her heart to the idea of romance of herself after making it possible for so many others?
Reader is a close friend of Timo's and Reader comes to New Jersey to visit him and Timo takes her to the ice rink before or after Devils training.
(reader might be on the women's hockey team?)
Nico sees them together and is charmed, but since he doesn't know her, he thinks that Reader and Timo are a couple and doesn't mention anything about it. Timo invites him to join them on the vo, he agrees but keeps his distance because of course he doesn't want to come between his friend and his girlfriend (even though reader is like a younger sister to Timo). They meet a few times before devils training and even though Nico tries to keep his distance, he and Reader feel some attraction between them. reader confides in Timo about her feelings for Nico and Timo is delighted and tries to get them together.
I feel like it could have potential for a short series, but it's just a suggestion. I love your writing and I hope you have a great day!
Aww thank you soo much!! I love this idea!! And I am 100% in for writing it, but give me some time, I have a few other requests to write. But I will write it, love!<33 Have a nice day too!!
hey there guys, just to let you know I will be MIA for a few weeks, since the finals are behind the door! But I am working on your requests and new parts for AU’s soo when I’ll be done with all exams, there will be a lot of fics I’ll be posting
✮⋆˙ BIRTHDAY - May 5, 2001
✮⋆˙ FAMILY - She is a single baby. Her parents died on her birthday when she was nine. Since Timo’s parents are her godparents, and she has known them since forever, they adopted her and she has lived with them since then. Timo became her best friend and brother she didn’t know she needed, together with Simon, Timo’s older brother.
✮⋆˙ CAREER - She plays defece for the Swiss national team and New York Sirens
✮⋆˙ NICKNAMES - Rosa, Reni, Axie, Lolo
✮⋆˙ PAST - She was born in Herisau, Switzerland, as an only child to her loving parents. Since she was little, she developed an obsession with the colour pink, together with a love for animals, especially those that people don’t know much about. That is why she, the summer before her rookie season, got an axolotl and a gecko as her pets. But since she was in Switzerland, Timo was the one to take care of them, while he was in Jersey. At university, she developed an obsession with matcha and books, and that holds onto her.
✮⋆˙ FUN FACTS/BASICS - She doesn’t like celebrating her birthday, since her parents died on them. Timo was the one who taught her how to skate and play hockey, and thanks to him, she got a scholarship at one of the most prestigious Swiss universities.
