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diorsluv · 14 days

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casual , part 6

“ someone you couldn’t lose ”

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rutgermcgroarty i’m your only hoe right 🥺🥺

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→ rutgermcgroarty YOU ADMITTED IT IM THE LOVELIEST BEST FRIEND yourusername

→ yourusername lovely and loveliest are two very different things rut

username28 ethan’s definitely malding i can hear it already

edwards.73 i asked if you wanted to come over but you didn’t respond

→ yourusername you texted me at midnight

→ edwards.73 yeah

→ mackie.samo eddy you absolute dumbass

→ edwards.73 WHAT DID I DO??

→ rutgermcgroarty do you ever text her before 11 pm 😭😭

→ edwards.73 not really why?

→ markestapa you just answered your own question buddy

_quinnhughes tell me if your little boyfriend isn’t treating you right

→ yourusername not my bf!!!!! remember he doesn’t want labels quinny

→ _quinnhughes that in itself is already bad enough

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→ yourusername well aren’t you just an angel 😐

username17 whats stopping rosie x rut from happening???

→ username11 everything

→ username2 everything = ethan

vivianliu i hate how you guys are so sibling coded

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→ rutgermcgroarty stop it vivi you’re breaking my heart

→vivianliu hahaha very funny we all know your little crush on her never went away 😐😐

→ rutgermcgroarty DONT EXPOSE ME TO THE PUBLIC LIKE THAT

→ yourusername RUT WE TALKED ABOUT THIS

markestapa i have an inkling you’re doing this on purpose 🤨

→ yourusername you’re tinkling????

→ mackie.samo the hell is an inkling 💀

→ dylanduke25 mark we need to address the tinkle problem

→ markestapa THATS NOT THE POINT OF THIS COMMENT

→ edwards.73 fr that’s what i’m saying

→ _alexturcotte maybe she is doing it on purpose

trevorzegras are you breaking my boy’s heart??

→ yourusername quite the opposite

→ trevorzegras uh huh

→ jackhughes IS THAT A COD REFERENCE yourusername

→ yourusername no jack i’m not quoting ghost 😒

username93 best friend supremacy

username1 this is your and rut’s world, we’re just living in it 🙏

dylanduke25 rosie did you know that jealousy is a real thing

→ yourusername did jealousy accidentally break the shower head again

→ dylanduke25 yes. and jealousy almost burned the building down

→ luca.fantilli jealousy also punched a hole through the front door

→ markestapa and somehow knocked out the entire heating system in the dorms??

→ yourusername oh god

username75 what happened to ethan 😰

colecaufield BREAK IT OFF

→ yourusername my friendship with rut???

→ colecaufield you know what i’m talking about 🙄

→ yourusername idk do i?? 🤔🤔

adamfantilli you stole my boyfriend.

→ yourusername oh did i? oops! 🤭

→ adamfantilli i will drive back there just to fight you

→ yourusername jokes on you cuz rut n i are already heading to springfield for a mini road trip

→ rutgermcgroarty shhhh you weren’t supposed to tell anyone 🙁

username60 oh look it’s my sanity slowly leaving me

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vivianliu damn babe when’d you get all philosphical and shit with your little quotes??

→ yourusername when i cried over him for 3 hours straight ‼️

→ rutgermcgroarty i’m sorry you WHAT

→ jackhughes this is unacceptable

_quinnhughes you’re really testing my nerves rosie

→ yourusername how so 🤨

→ _quinnhughes you gotta stop letting him treat you like that kid

→ yourusername i’ll be fine quinn don’t worry about me

username13 SO PRETTYYY

username52 the quotes hit different though

adamfantilli this is literally a direct call out????

→ yourusername it is?? i never woulda guessed 😱

→ adamfantilli yknow maybe you should just end it here

→ yourusername it’s okay i know how to fix things i’m like bob the builder

username67 i’m sensing a cry for help

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username3 that third quote really hit a lil too close to home

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→ yourusername for what??

→ markestapa him

mackie.samo he’s just being a pussy rosie don’t worry about it

→ yourusername i’m a chronic worrier 😰😰

→ mackie.samo he’s trying, he promises

→ yourusername wish he could tell me that himself

jackhughes it physically pains me to see you like this

→ yourusername i’m ok!

→ jackhughes you never say “ok” 😭

username25 man this even hurts me

username49 this is why i hate men

→ vivianliu REAL SHIT

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username74 shitttt this the story of my life

edwards.73 fr

next chapter notes ) so unfortunately i’ve decided that imma make the chapters shorter so it’s easier for me to post and i won’t get burnt out as quickly.. please forgive me!!

tags: @dancerbailey3 @hughesfein @loveforaugust @alwaysclassyeagle @love4ldr @inhoodmood @bunting58 @crazycat-ladys-blog @smoooore @bunbunbl0gs @lilasianmeat

#ethan edwards #ethan edwards x y/n #ethan edwards fic #ethan edwards fanfic #ethan edwards x reader #quinn hughes #jack hughes #trevor zegras #cole caufield #alex turcotte #luca fantilli #rutger mcgroarty #adam fantilli #mark estapa #mackie samoskevich #dylan duke #luke hughes

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dmercer91 · 8 months

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ik you just put out be alright with luca- and this idea is kinda similar

but a hughes sister who’s going to be a freshman this year, and she’s feeling lost because all her brothers are scattered. like luke had her at home, but she doesn’t have anybody

my brother wouldn’t admit it until the grave but if i left he’d be sad

i feel like jack, luke and quinn probably kept how much they missed each other pent up and figured reader would do the same and were not expecting how hard it hit her

cause she’s even more alone than they were, and it’s not like it’s her job like it was for j,

home, 4386

“hey, y/n/n! how was your first week? know it’s been busy for me but i miss-“

“lukey,” you sobbed into the phone, hyperventilating and hardly being able to see anything

luke’s eyebrows furrowed on the other side of the phone, stomach dropping with worry.

“y/n? where’s mark, or dyl. anyone home?” you’d grown particularly attached to mark during his and luke’s freshman year, so during the summer it was decided that you’d get mackies old room in the house so that he could watch over you

quinn had lectured him, jack followed his behaviour all summer, corrected things he didn’t like, and luke dug into him for two straight years about how he’d entrusted him with you whenever one of he or one of his brothers weren’t around

“i don’t understand how you all did it,” you blurted, ignoring his question and taking a deep breath, jaw hurting from how hard you’d been clenching it

“are you at home, are you safe?” it was jack, sounding alarmed

“yeah, rowdy,” you whispered, being able to have both of them bringing you a little comfort. you tried to take a few more deep breaths, but it was like your throat was closing

“where are the guys?” luke cut in, restating his earlier question

“i took- i took a bus, to the lake house. i’m sorry, i-. m’ sorry, i needed home, but it’s not.. not home, you’re home,” jack and luke shared a look, concerned for their youngest sister

“miss you so much. how did you- how?? i feel like i’m a chore to the guys, i don’t have anyone, i need you,” they could hardly understand you, your low tone and cries muffling your words nearly beyond comprehension

the boys couldn’t truly answer the question. jack had never been at school. his rookie year was tough, but he wasn’t balancing class, and you and luke were always visiting

on top of that, he’d been anticipating it since he was young

luke had you. you were in michigan with him for the majority of the time, at a nearby high school.

you had hockey, on top of class, and none of them were nearby. visits would probably be limited, cause the all star break was hardly a break for them.

it wasn’t like last season, when you could fly up with luke every once in a while to spend the night and soak up time with jack.

quinn had been calling you every day, notably your most protective brother. you didn’t want to make him feel like his efforts were for nothing, so you didn’t tell him how you were feeling.

“i can barely skate, i’m not producing, i got a d on an assignment from history of mich sports. i’m falling apart without you,” you rushed out, sniffling harshly to try and clear your airways

“i’m so lost,” you finished, your head thudding against the wall you’d been leaning on.

“it’s gonna be okay, y/n/n. i’m gonna call mark, yeah? he’s like a fourth older brother, he’s got you. he’ll come pick you up and j and i are gonna call you every night. quinny can join too, we’ll facetime. he’ll see you next week when he’s in detroit, and the devs will be over there in no time, i promise,” luke soothed, jack silently agreeing

“ok?” you wiped your face, breathing still uneven

“ok,” you whispered,

“i love you, y/n/n.”

“i love you too, moose. n’ i love you, j,”

“love you, mini, get some rest on the way home for me, and call mamma, alright?” you smiled at the nickname, one he’d given you when you guys grew into your playing styles and he deemed you a copycat

you mumbled a promise into the phone and let them hang up, hugging your knees to your chest.

#e’s 500 celly!#e’s blurbs!#luke hughes #jack hughes #quinn hughes #luke hughes x reader #jack hughes x reader #quinn hughes x reader #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #new jersey devils #vancouver canucks #umich hockey

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slafkovskys · 3 months

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pleaseee do more smut from the summer with angel and her boys

warnings: fingering and dirty talk

“quinny,” she whimpers as he bullies her up against the counter in his bathroom. she always preferred getting ready in there as compared to jack or luke’s because his room was, undeniably, the biggest and his counter had enough space for her to spread out all of her products and not worry about missing one. his hands pull the hem of her leather mini skirt up just enough so that she was exposed to him, “it’s luke’s night-”

“you think that i don’t know that, angel? i pay attention to the schedule that you much put so much time into, i promise,” his lips attach to her neck and one of her hands reaches back to grasp onto his hair while the other grips onto the counter, “i was thinking about what i could get luke for his birthday. everyone’s going to be buying him drinks, dad paid for his round of golf this morning, and then i thought, what’s his favorite thing in the world?”

“me?” she whines and quinn hums his approval. his fingers ghost over her clit, collecting her wetness on them before sinking right into her heat. she grunts at the intrusion and feels his smirk against her skin, “i woke him up with my mouth this morning.”

“good girl,” he hums, slipping in his middle finger beside his index. her hand moves from the counter to grip his wrist, “but poor luke hasn’t been here yet, has he?”

“haven’t had time. your dad was here early and then ellen took him to lunch. jack wanted to go out on the boat and then,” his thumb pressed against her clit and she squeals, “quinny, we won’t have time.”

“here’s what i was thinking,” his eyes meet hers in the mirror. “i don’t get to have you for a few more days which is fair, it’s luke’s birthday and then you’re going on a trip, but how about you let me fill you up so that when we get to the bar, he can have you whenever he wants?” her mouth goes slack and her eyes roll to the back of her head as he inserts his ring finger, which was more than he usually gave her but it was his brother’s twenty first and he was a giving guy.

she whimpers, “what’s the catch?”

“you have to tell him that this present is from me.”

#hughes bros x angel #quinn hughes #thirsty thursday

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sunflowerskies00 · 16 days

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bet my heart, part 2

waves are gonna crash

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My weekend was packed, not only was I performing during NHL All-Star Weekend and a celebrity captain, but I also had a sold out concert at the end of the weekend in Toronto this weekend, which Quinn, Jack, Luke, and some of their friends would be attending. I loved when friends came to my concerts, it just added to the energy in the air. I gave friends tickets basically whenever they asked, I wanted them there as much as they wanted to be there.

“So,” Jack starts causing me to look over at him. We’re waiting to start the All-Star draft. “You and Quinn,” he starts.

“What about me and Quinn?”

“When are you guys going to admit that you’re more than friends and so in love with each other it’s stupid?” He asks. My eyes widen for a split second before I just shake my head at him.

“He’s my best friend, Jack,” is the only thing I say.

“And you’re his, doesn’t mean you aren’t in love with each other.”

“I can’t listen to you be logical right now, it’s weird, I don’t like that you’re using your brain.”

“You can’t live in denial forever,” he says as Quinn walks over to us.

~*~

The internet was going crazy for the Quinn and Sage content that was all over TikTok. They had gotten enough content for a year during the all-star draft alone. Our friendship was the center of a lot of teenage girls' lives. They also thought we were more than friends, and read into everything the two of us did together. Which I couldn’t blame them for, I read into a lot that happened between the two of us too. Jack and I’s conversation from the draft had been on my mind since it happened. Jack was right, I couldn’t keep living in denial. I knew how I felt about Quinn, I had been having more than friends feelings for him since we were 18, probably before that if we’re being honest. Jack was hell-bent on the fact that Quinn felt the same way about me, but I wasn’t sure, and I wasn't ready to put our friendship in jeopardy if he didn't feel the same way. I was pacing the floor of my hotel room. I needed to get ready for the all-star game, it was today. I had done a mini-show last night, and my concert was tomorrow. Instead of doing anything beneficial to getting ready or making an appearance, I was doing laps around the hotel room, questioning every single moment of my friendship with Quinn. Dissecting every little moment that could have been interpreted as more than friendship.

A knock on my door pulls me from my pacing. I walk over and swing open the door to find Quinn standing there.

“Quinn,” his name comes out as a breath.

“Hey S, thought I’d swing by before heading over, are you okay? You’re normally way ahead of schedule, and you're not even dressed,” he points out.

“Yeah, just a lot going on, give me like ten to get my outfit on,” I move to the side so he can come in. I grab the outfit that I was planning on wearing and walk into my bathroom. I pull on the black flare pants and my all-star jersey before walking out of the bathroom. I settle on some mid-rise Jordan’s before turning towards Quinn. “Let’s go,” I say.

“Hey,” his voice stops me. I turn to face him. “You okay?” he asks.

“Yeah, just exhausted, but I’m all good,” I give him the best smile I can.

“You’re lying,” he frowns.

“Quinn, I’m good, I just have a lot going, and we can talk about it later, but right now, we need to go, or you’re going to be late.” He looks like he wants to protest or say more, but he doesn’t and reluctantly follows me out of the room.

When we get to the arena I start to walk away from Quinn, going to where I needed to be, but he grabs my hand before I can walk away.

“S,” I turn my eyes to look at him. “If you need anything, just say the word and I’m there,” he says.

“I know, thanks Quinny.” I give him a super quick hug before walking away, needing a minute, or several, to get myself together before having to see people. What was wrong with me? I had kept my feelings at bay for years. I had told myself time and time again that I didn't need anything more than friendship from Quinn, and that I was happy with that. Suddenly one conversation with Jack, a conversation that we'd had before, was making me spin out of control and questioning everything. I needed to get it together before more people started to piece together that something was wrong with me. Quinn had seen right through my lies this morning, insisting that I was okay and just falling behind. I could see the skepticism written across his face. He just didn't push me on anything, because that's how Quinn was. If I didn't want to talk about something, he left it alone until I'd willingly talk to him about it. He never pushed for details or information, he would just drop it and move on. It was sweet.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts by a hand landing on my shoulder. I jump and glance to the side to see Jack. He raises an eyebrow at me.

"Lost in your thoughts? That's not like you at all," the last bit is said sarcastically.

"I'm good," I answer. Quinn may know me the best, but that doesn't mean the other Hughes' brother doesn't see through my lies.

"Real answer, please. I can see you having an internal crisis. You're not hiding it very well."

"It's nothing," I mutter.

"So this has nothing to do with the fact that you're in love with Quinn and you're worried I'm lying when he says he feels the same?" He asks.

"I-," I'm at a loss for words I don't have anything to say in response because Jack had hit the nail on the head. That's exactly why I was freaking out.

"Sage, please, Quinn may be your best friend, but that doesn't mean I don't know you," he says.

"Jack," I sigh.

"Sage," he parrots my name back to me. "I'm not lying to you about this. I wouldn't make some shit up just for you to say something and your friendship with Quinn to crash and burn. I know the stakes of you saying something," he says. I nod, not having anything to say, because I know he's telling the truth. He wouldn't lie to me. "I won't but you about it anymore, because I know you have a lot going on, but just know that this is something I wouldn't fuck with you on," he says before leaving me alone with my racing thoughts.

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes fic #vancover canucks #jack hughes #luke hughes #nhl imagine #nhl hockey #trevor zegras #cole caufield #quinn hughes x oc

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formulaforza · 1 year

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miss americana & the heartbreak prince

—02. over the ocean call —word count: 6.1k —warnings: language, sexual innuendos —a/n: don't get used to this update schedule my loves. school starts back up again on monday.

In late October, the sunrise is perfectly timed to be at it’s blandest point during Chris’ morning commute. 7:35am, and the sun painted the sky shades of pink and orange and yellow half an hour ago while Chris was curling her hair. Now, it’s not dark, but it’s definitely not light, either. More of a blue hue covering the entire state, painting the parking lot with the emotions of a sleepy Monday morning. For the first time since she landed back home, Chris is feeling the exhaustion of the weekend.

She piles the bags onto her shoulder–a Jansport backpack and an Earth Day tote she’d been gifted by a student just before summer break last year. In one hand, she’s got a tangle of lanyards, one with her classroom keys and school ID, another with her car and house keys. In the other hand, an oversized travel coffee mug; one that made the morning commute perched between her legs because it’s too big for the cup holders in her car.

She scans her badge at the office door, greets the secretaries while rummaging through her mailbox, ducks her head into the principal’s office with a single warning knock. He’s not in yet. Her keys jangle and the heels of her booties echo the entire length of the quiet hallway to her classroom. She unlatches the door with her elbow, opens it with her hip and flicks on the lights. The room still smells like shaving cream from the spelling activity she’d left for the substitute on Friday.

In the time it takes her to boot up her computer and answer some missed emails from the weekend, she finishes what’s left of her coffee and heads to the teacher’s lounge to brew another cup. On her way back, she swings by the cafeteria.

Forty-percent of the district live below the state poverty line and qualify for free and reduced lunch. The lunch ladies are hard at work getting ready to start serving some hungry kiddos. All of the teachers in the district are allowed to eat breakfast and lunch as provided by the cafeteria, and even though Chris already ate breakfast, she snags a full tray–mini pancakes, syrup, a hashbrown, a clementine, and a carton of strawberry milk–and takes it back to her classroom.

Chris has one student, Quinn, whose family can’t afford reduced lunch prices but also won’t request for Quinn to qualify for the free lunch. She thinks it’s an ego thing, that Quinn’s mom just isn’t able to accept that the family needs help. It’s a single parent household and the mom works two full-time jobs to try and make ends meet. After a newsletter was sent home in need of parent signatures at the beginning of the year and returned with Mama written in sloppy green crayon, Chris learned that Quinn was living a relatively self-sufficient life. As self-sufficient as a five-year-old can be.

Chris sets the styrofoam tray down on the table in the front of the room and starts to get the place ready for students; she starts pulling down chairs, cleaning up the classroom library, updating the calendar on the white board and re-organizing the magnetic daily schedule. Normally she’d have a lot of this done before leaving the day before, but since there was a sub, nothing was done before locking the room up for the weekend.

At eight-twenty, Quinn knocks on the open door and trudges in with a backpack that’s half the size of her. “Hi, Miss Elliott,” she says through a yawn, plopping herself into the chair in front of the breakfast tray and digging in.

“Hi, Quinnie,” Chris smiles from her computer. Quinn relays that she missed Chris very much, a lot while she was gone on Friday and Chris’ smile grows. “I missed you, too. Did Mrs. Bliss do your hair up all nice?” She asks.

Quinn nods around her spork, around a mouthful of mini-pancake. “She did a braid,” she mumbles.

“You love braids!” Chris says, opens the bottom drawer of her desk and starts pulling out hair products. Quinn gives her a thumbs up as a confirmation of the braid love.

She spends the next fifteen minutes brushing through Quinn’s tangled hair. Mondays are always the worst because Quinn has all weekend to get it knotted up. She settles for a ponytail, braids the strands after it’s all smoothed out and puts a pink bow at the base of the pony. After they’re both finished–Chris with the hair and Quinn with the breakfast–the kindergartener heads back to the gymnasium to wait with the rest of her classmates.

She puts some final morning touches on the classroom before she goes to collect the kids and start the day, and like most Monday mornings around Robinson, time seems to move backwards. By the time she drops her kids off for their morning special–music on Mondays–she feels like she’s worked three ten hour days. She keeps busy during the downtime, making copies and grading word searches and putting newsletters into student mailboxes. It’s not until lunch, until her daily phone call with Hannah, that she remembers all about the unanswered text from the unknown number sitting in her phone just begging to be overthought.

“Can I, uh, can I tell you something?” Chris asks Hannah. “You can’t tell Chase.”

“Did you kill somebody?” Hannah laughs, Chris doesn’t. Might as well have, she thinks, because flirting with a racing driver is just as bad, if not worse, when it comes to Chase. He and Bill forbid Chandler and Chris from ever getting with a driver, even just for a night, when Chris was barely old enough to conceptualize what exactly a one-night stand was. She was thirteen, at most, and was still under the impression she was supposed to stay pure until marriage or else she’d go to Hell.

“Can I tell you, or not?”

“You can always tell me, c’mon,” Hannah says, and Chris suddenly feels guilty for suggesting Hannah was anything but trustworthy. They’ve been best friends for decades, a relationship that predates Chase and Hannah, predates Reid, predates puberty and elementary school and potty-training. They’ve always told each other everything, but, in the past couple years–since Chris’ best friend got engaged to her brother–she’s always a little hesitant with the stuff she doesn’t want to get back to Chase.

Outside of the fact that she expects Hannah to put her partner before her best-friend, Chris hates the idea of having to put Hannah between the two of them. She hates it, but she needs to tell someone about the text burning a hole in her phone, and who else is she going to tell? “Okay, so,” Chris smiles, realizes she’s smiling, and forces herself to stop. “There’s a guy.”

Hannah audibly gasps on the other end of the line. “There’s a guy? What’s his Instagram? First and last?”

“Do you want his social security number, too?” Chris laughs. Do they even have social security numbers in France? She clicks the spacebar on her keyboard to wake the monitor, types the question into the search bar. Oh, they do. Now she just feels silly. “We met this weekend.”

“Oh?”

“He’s a driver.”

There’s a long pause. Chris chuckles, because she doesn’t know what else to do. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Hannah clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth, exhales heavy through her teeth. “Is he hot?”

Chris nods, and with a smile on her lips again, “Very.”

“Did you hook up with him?”

“Hannah!” Chris whispers through gritted teeth, looks around the room for the sudden presence of prying ears, clicks the volume on her phone down a few notches.

“Chris!”

“No, God. I just need to text him back.”

“You gave him your number?!”

She actually recoils out of surprise with Hannah’s tone. “That’s more absurd than the idea of me hooking up with him?”

“Yes,” Hannah deadpans.

“I don’t like you.”

“Well, little late on that realization, honey.”

“Can you just help me figure out what to say to him?”

“Yeah, but first,” Hannah pauses. Chris can hear the tapping of her freshly done acrylics on the glass phone screen. “I’m looking at a picture of all of them. Which one is he?”

“I’m not telling you that.”

Hannah groans, and Chris can imagine her pout so vividly. “You suck!”

“Okay,” she ignores Hannah’s temper tantrum. If she’s going to ask for help, she’s going to get the help. “So, he texted me and basically just said ‘hey,’ what should I send back?”

“Uh, just say ‘hi’ back?”

Chris pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs, “You literally have negative game.”

“I’m getting married in two months!”

“To my brother.”

“Got me there.”

Chris spends the next fifteen minutes drafting texts with Hannah as her peer-reviewer in the notes app on her phone. She doesn’t like any of them, they all feel forced, feel like they’re too strong or too weak or just all together strange and off-putting. Hannah calls her a chicken and Chris hangs up on her, sends a single kissy-face emoji in a text and calls it a lunch period.

After lunch and after recess, Chris’ class does more English. They practice writing their names and their letters and working on the way they hold their pencils. Chris is a real stickler when it comes to the way children hold their pencils. She took an ergonomics class her junior year of college for extra credit and some of it still sticks with her years later.

After that, it’s group reading and snack time. They read Rainbow Fish on the city-themed rug that came with Chris’ classroom when she started. They spend the rest of their afternoon crafting their own Rainbow Fish out of construction paper, glitter, and glue.

The last task of the day, and arguably the most stressful, is pickup. She drops all of the bus-riders off in the cafeteria, and that’s the easiest part of it all. It’s the back blacktop that’s the horrifying part, the hoard of parents and the four and five year olds anxious to run off to their mommies and daddies without letting Chris know first. Everyday that she survives pickup without any of the kids being abducted is a gold medal day in her book.

She heads to the Pre-K hall after that day’s episode of Survivor to pick up her nephew–Hannah’s son–Reid, and take him back to her classroom. She prints worksheets for tomorrow in the teacher’s lounge and when she comes back, has to re-tidy up the classroom behind Reid’s wake of destruction.

It’s not until she’s in the car, after she’s loaded up her bags and strapped Reid into his carseat, that Chris finally texts Charles back, and it’s about as creative a response as his original message.

She regrets the double text before she even pulls out of the school parking lot, but there’s nothing she can do about it now. It’s been months since she updated her phone, and she’s sure she doesn’t have the ‘undo send’ feature in her outdated software. And even then, she’s heard it notifies the person that a message is unsent, and the only thing worse than regretting a double text is letting the other person know that you regretted it.

It’s a fifteen minute drive back to Chris’ house, Reid in tow. By the time she gets back there’s a new message from Charles.

Okay, okay. The double text didn’t scare him off. He’s deeper than a Georgia frat brother, that’s definitely a check in the win column.

Per usual, it’ll be another hour before Hannah is back from work to pick Reid up, so like always, he and Chris share an after school snack from her fridge. Reid is a talker. He can droll on and on about the most obscure, irrelevant moments of his day like they’re the greatest thing to ever happen to a human being, and can listen to the sound of his own voice until he’s blue in the face. He tells Chris all about his day, about play time with the kid who picks his nose and wipes his boogers on the rug, about David’s bad day from storytime and all about Chase’s race. If there’s one thing the world’s most talkative kid likes to talk about more than anything else, it’s Chase’s racing.

Chris sips lemonade from a purple bendy straw and stares at her phone on the counter, open to the messages app.

“Are you texting to my mom?” Reid asks.

“I have other friends besides your Mom,” Chris quips, slides her plate of animal crackers across the table to him.

“Nuh, uh,” Reid shakes his head, chomps down on an animal cracker with the grace of a clown slipping on a banana peel, crumbs pouring from his mouth onto his shirt, his lap, the wood tabletop. Chris reaches over and swipes them onto the ground.

Chris laughs out loud, steals Reid’s attention away from playing make-believe zookeeper with the cookies in front of him. She wonders how quick he regrets sending it, or if she just has a one track mind.

She giggles a kind of hair-twirling, blush-inducing, feet-kicking giggle that makes Reid sigh loudly. “I’m trying to focus!” He says, glares at her with a hippo in one hand and a gorilla in the other. She snatches the gorilla and eats it in two bites. Reid, dumbfounded, is met with a smile from his aunt who promptly and dramatically licks her fingers.

She wishes she could be having an, of course he remembers moment, but she is genuinely shocked by it, moreso by the fact that she doesn’t even remember telling him about it in the first place. It had to have been during the Hot Lap, surely, sandwiched between her screams at two hundred miles an hour and his giddy giggles with each gear change.

Why would he ever remember that, she wonders. She’s sure that if she told Chase about it, under regular conversation standards on a regular weekend, he’d forget about it before the end of the hour, and he’s her brother. Her own blood. But here’s this guy, in the middle of this insane weekend, remembering a stupid little thing she tells him while he’s trying to focus on driving a car faster than any sane person’s reaction time could ever handle. It’s shocking.

Reid is gone, picked up by Hannah, and dinner is started when she messages him again. Chris is terrible with crushes, really. She’ll tell you it’s one of her worst traits; how easily she falls into a crush, how quickly her adult exterior melts away into nothing but a teenage girl hoping to be asked to the homecoming dance. She’s simple, easy to attain. Call her beautiful or remember something she thinks is important and you’re in her good graces, racking up points in a pro and con chart in her head. Charles has already done both of those things.

Her phone rings three minutes after she sends it. Facetime call: Maybe: Charles. Crap.

She checks herself out in the reflection of the microwave window. She’s still got on her morning makeup, and even it’s last leg is better than nothing. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail, also from this morning, and falls messily around her face. She’s changed from work clothes into a pair of leggings and an old purple sorority hoodie, the neckline cut into a v and the ends of the sleeves tattered with tears and grease and loose threads from loving the cotton a little too hard. It’s not ratty… it’s just, comfortable. An acquired taste.

Has her kitchen always been this messy? Did it come like this? Has she ever cleaned it? Why, why, why does she keep a high school picture of her and Hannah on the fridge?

She rolls her sleeves over themselves and tucks as many frizzy hairs behind her ears as she can manage before she sets her phone up on the counter, against the backsplash tile, and answers it.

He’s greeting her with a smile, childlike almost, the way his dimples dig into his cheeks. Stupid. She remembered him as cute and she remembered right. She smiles back because even through a screen, even when you barely know him, it’s a contagious smile complimented with soft, warm eyes that manage to make it look like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

“Hello, Chris Elliott.”

“Hello, Charles Leclerc.”

“Tell me all about this dinner you’re cooking?”

“If you insist.”

“I insist a million times.”

They talk all evening about dinner and rainbow fish and how Chris is not, under any circumstances, going to be one of his girls. His dimples make her worry that she could be convinced to, though.

“Okay,” Chris says, sets her phone up against the hotel end table and takes a couple steps backwards so her entire figure is in frame. “Good? Bad?” She asks, spins, holds a thumbs up to the camera when she’s finished showing off the outfit. Charles smiles at the sound of her voice pouring from his airpod. “Keep in mind it’s the only thing I brought.”

She’s in a hotel room somewhere in Virginia. He doesn’t know where, exactly. He’s in Mexico, race day, breakfast in his hotel room with Joris and Andrea. The guys are bickering in the bathroom; Joris, attacking Andrea’s red on red ensemble, Andrea, attacking the seven hundred hair products Joris has stacked up on the vanity. They’d already eaten and knocked on Charles’ hotel room door until he woke up forty-five minutes later than he was supposed to.

“You could wear a rubbish bag,” he answers because he’s almost certain she could, but also because he knows it’ll make her blush. He smiles when it does, when she pretends it doesn’t. “I don’t know that you should be asking me for outfit advice, my fans are not fans.”

“I think you dress well,” she hums, and he watches her catch her reflection in the mirror, analyzing the sundress from every angle. He doesn’t need to analyze it, always has been a fan of sundresses, no matter the color, no matter the fit. You can never go wrong with a sundress, he thinks. Never. “Like right now, you look sharp.”

“‘I’m in pajamas,” he says.

“Sharp pajamas.”

He laughs, drops his head and shakes it. “You’re cute.”

“What about the outfit?”

“Cute too,” he says around a spoonful of food. “What’s under it?” He quips, bites the inside of his cheek so he doesn’t burst into laughter at her strawberry tinted cheeks. It’s exactly the reaction he’d been looking for, the one he’d found too much amusement in over the last few days. She blushes easier than anyone he’s ever met, and it’s more than just bright cheeks–it’s in her smile, pursed and big and adorable. It’s in her eyes, wide and unable to keep any semblance of direct contact with him. It’s a direct contrast to her normal state of being, to her normal attentive listening. She blushes too easily and he has too much fun making her.

It’s her words that always seem to take him by surprise, when she moves close to her camera again and almost whispers, “You wanna see?”

He coughs, clears his throat and looks around the room to make sure neither of the guys have appeared over his shoulder. “Very much, I would like seeing.”

She laughs. “You wish.”

“You’re a tease.”

She shrugs, reaches over her phone and out of frame. She grabs her purse and when she does, the phone falls face down onto the wood. “Sorry,” she squeaks, picks it back up. “Good luck today, yeah?” She tells him, a confident smile on her face. He nods, mouth full, and holds up a thumbs-up, waves at her quick goodbye.

It’s not even a couple minutes before his phone is buzzing against the plastic tabletop. A picture, from her, by her, of her. Her, and white lingerie and a little bit of imagination that has him doing all the blushing.

Fucking sundresses, man.

She sends him a picture of the whiteboard in her classroom, decorated for the Halloween party that day with fake spiderwebs and ghost stickers and pumpkins and all things Halloween that don’t scare a five year old to death. She also sends him a picture of two store bought sugar cookies with orange frosting, purple and black star sprinkles on top.

It doesn’t take long for the time difference to bite them in the ass, for the optimal time for communication to be hindered by sleep and work and meetings and more sleep. An hour too early for him, a few hours too late for her, not that she’d admit it, miss I would be awake and grading these papers whether or not I was talking with you.

That’s what she’s doing, sitting on her living room floor and grading papers on her coffee table. He’s making breakfast, but really he’s watching her grade papers and talking to her whenever she remembers that they’re having a conversation.

It’s cute, he thinks. Extremely so, the way she struggles to multitask. The way her voice will trail out into silence in the middle of a sentence because she’s trying to decipher a kindergartener’s little chicken scratch handwriting. It’s cute, the way she carefully flips through her book of stickers to find the perfect one for each and every paper, the way she carefully puts them on and makes sure they’re pressed down firmly so they don’t fall off somewhere between her coffee table and their desk. It’s cute, the purple pen with the sparkly gel gripper.

“I want to see you,” he blurts out in the middle of it all and it takes her a minute to process it. He watches the gears turn, watches her practically jump out of her skin at the sound of his voice like she really forgot he was there for a moment.

“You’re looking at me.”

“In person,” he laughs. “I want to see you in person.”

“I’m going to Arizona this weekend,” she says, and he can’t even believe she’s entertaining the idea. He was sure, actually, that he’d be getting another one of her I’m not going to hook up with you, Charles, lectures. It would be the second or third of the week, and no matter how many times he’s told her do you think I’d be up this early for a hookup, she remains unconvinced of his motives.

“I know.” She’s going with her brother. It’s the finals, or the playoffs, or something like that. He’s listening, trying to remember, he really is. None of it makes any sense, though. Formula One is so much easier to wrap your head around. “What about next weekend? You could come to Brazil.”

“No,” she yawns. It’s gotta be at least one-thirty there, she should be asleep. He shouldn’t be keeping her up. “I’m too busy with work that week. How about the one after?”

“Abu Dhabi.” He says it like a statement, not a question. Like, if we're going to wait that long, might as well wait until I’m home.

“I could come,” she says, and it surprises him because nobody wants to come to Abu Dhabi. He doesn’t even particularly want to go to Abu Dhabi. It’s felt a lot this season like it just never stops. Like, no matter what he does, he and the car and the team can’t get in sync. He’s ready to reset for next year, really, to challenge Max instead of shaking Checo off his ankles for a few more weeks.

“You want to come?”

She looks up from the papers at him, confused, clicking the back of her pen against the pages. “Do you want me to come?”

“Do you know how long that plane is?” He asks. “My family will be there,” he adds, and now you’d never guess he’s the one who wanted her to come in the first place. He doesn’t tell her all these things because he doesn’t want her there, he does. He just also wants to make sure she knows what she’s getting herself into, the lion’s den she’s climbing into, the shallow end of the pool and the nose-dive she’s taking.

It’s crazy enough to meet up somewhere neither of them live. It’s a whole other monster to do it at a race, where his family is also present.

“Do you,” she pauses, pointing the pen at the screen, “want me,” and then at herself. “To come?”

He shrugs. “I would not have said I want to see you if I didn’t want you to come.”

Even though he didn’t want to keep her up all night, he kept her up all night with planning. And, despite the incessant need to make it clear she isn’t a hookup, Chris also refuses to come under the guise of any sort of label. He’s not mad about that, flying her in under the implication to anyone that she’s his girlfriend… especially when she’s not? It’s a recipe for disaster, for drama and death threats and cross paddock glares for just existing. It’s something he wants to avoid for himself, but more importantly, something he wants to avoid for Chris, who didn’t sign up for any of this, who doesn’t reap any of the benefits of his life. She’s too good for the drama, he thinks.

Somehow, the conversation about the rooming situation requires more dancing than the refusal to put a label of any sorts on their… acquaintanceship. Where does she stay? With him, he wants to stay–stay with me, please stay with me. Does he see if someone can pull a few strings and get her a room in the same hotel, or would it be better for her to stay somewhere else? Better for who, he doesn’t know. He wants her with him, wants to pretend he doesn’t know half the drivers and half the teams stay at the same hotel, that people are always waiting in the lobby and outside waiting for pictures and signatures with their favorite zoo animals.

He scratches the back of his neck, “You could stay with me, if you want to.”

“Yeah,” Chris nods. “If you want me to.”

“If you want to.” They both chuckle, horribly nervous and awkward because they’re so terrified of making a wrong move, of coming on too strong or too careless.

“It’s your job,” she says, still fidgeting with her pen. Actually, now it’s just the glitter gel gripper that she's messing with. “Your life. I’m the intrusion–”

“You’re not an intrusion,” he interrupts, because she isn’t and he needs her to know he doesn’t think she is.

She smiles, looks up from the pencil grip in her hand to smile at him. “Okay, I’m the… guest. Tell me what you want me to do.”

He wishes he could reach into the phone and grab her hand and still it from bouncing the gel grip against the coffee table. Softly, he replies, “I want you to stay with me.”

She nods, and equally as soft, biting down on a smiley bottom lip, “Then I’ll stay with you.”

She mentions to him in passing that she’s on Thanksgiving break for the week that follows, letting it hang in the air with silent implication. He knows her game, completely aware that she wants him to make the next move–invite me to stay, I'm not going to say no, she’s telling him. I’m not going to say no, you just have to ask.

And so he does ask. Something about it’s only fair that you see my home country after I’ve seen yours. Really, he couldn’t care less about being in Monaco. He just wants to see her. Her and the purple pen and sticker book and nose crinkle when he tells a bad joke and the tug of the corners of her lips when she tries not to blush. He wants to see it all in front of him, right there where he can reach out and touch it.

He wants to take her on a date. He wants to take her on more than one date. Cook her dinner and show her around and memorize her presence when she’s not with her dad, when she isn’t screaming in a speeding car, when she’s not on the other side of the globe.

“Well,” he hums. “Now I’m excited.”

“You should be,” she says, smiling at a stack of spelling tests as she tucks them away into a folder. “I’m great fun.” He pauses, watches her with a small smile. She yawns again, stretches her arms above her head with a quiet groan. She’s up entirely too late. He’s kept her up entirely too late. I bet, he thinks. “What?” Chris laughs.

“You’re adorable when you are sleepy.”

She plays the voice memo and listens to his voice echo off the wall. He’s laughing, and she wonders what it would be like to be the wall his voice bounces from. You look like a commercial puppy, he says, it’s adorable.

“You’re so annoying,” she says into the phone microphone, “How’s the weekend going?” When she listens to it back after sending, you can still hear the congested sniffle in her voice even though she’s regained her composure.

Screwed by the weather, he responds. Sprint Race is soon.

“Good Luck!”

Enjoy your movie day.

—

He calls on Sunday night, late and unplanned. She’s already in bed, reading her book to wind-down before turning in for the night. His name on her screen makes her smile, even if she doesn't know the reason for the call. They’d been careful, when it came to calls, tried to make sure they planned them out so they didn’t spend all day, every day talking to each other.

“Hi,” she greets, hesitant. “Everything okay?”

“Uh,” he chuckles, but it’s tired. Tired and upset and far away from the phone. He doesn’t really answer, he just sighs.

She slides her bookmark between the pages and sets the book on her nightstand. “What’s wrong?” She asks, adjusts in bed so she’s sitting up straighter and pulls her legs close, crosses them under the sheets and puts him on speaker phone.

“I wish I was home,” he finally tells her. “Race today fucking… it’s like this, I don’t know.”

She didn’t watch the race. He knew she wasn’t watching it, that she was practically hibernating this weekend after a crazy week at work with what seemed like a never ending series of state testing. She didn’t watch the race, but now she’s really, really wishing she had. “You don’t have to show face with me,” she tells him. “Tell me what you want to say.”

“My fucking boss isn’t even here,” he starts, and he doesn’t stop. He’s got a lot to say. A lot to say about strategy and the championship and the car and himself and the season. It’s more than this race, it’s a lot of races, a lot of meetings, a lot of things she doesn’t really understand.

Chris just listens, because it’s about the only thing she can do. She can’t give him answers or solutions or advice, and even if she could, it doesn’t sound like he’s looking for any of those things.

She gets out of bed because she’s terrified that she’s going to fall asleep on him. She takes her water bottle and a blanket to her screened in porch, sits on the patio furniture and sips water and listens to the hum of the bugs and the sound of his voice on another continent.

She calls him in the back of her Uber, on her way to Atlanta to catch her flight. She’d debated with herself about telling someone she was going, just out of pure convenience, saving the hour drive to the airport by just… flying there. That would require telling one of the two people in her life that know how to fly a plane–Chase and Bill–that she was going to Abu Dhabi and Monaco to see a racing driver. That would not go over well, even a little bit. So, she doesn’t tell anyone where she’s going and Hannah is the only person who knows that she’s going anywhere at all. Chris is sure her best friend could guess where she’s going, but she can’t prove anything, not when Chris has turned off her location sharing and refuses to confirm or deny what flight she’s on.

“Are you gonna be weird when you see me?” She asks him, because this whole thing is so incredibly weird. It’s not normal, flying for seventeen hours across the world to hang out with a guy you haven’t even gone on a date with yet, a guy you haven’t spent more than a few minutes with. It feels almost illegal, letting a guy pay over a thousand dollars–he refused to tell her how much her ticket was, but she possesses the ability to use google flights–to come hang out with him. She’s not a sugar baby, right? Right? No, she isn’t a sugar baby.

“Yeah,” Charles says through a yawn. He’s already in Abu Dhabi and it’s the middle of the night there, half past midnight, at least. He should be sleeping. “So weird.”

“You should go to sleep.”

He smiles. “Sleep is for the weak.”

Chris rolls her eyes with extra gravitas. She knows he sees it because he laughs. “Good night, Charles. I’ll see you in…” she checks her watch, “nineteen hours.”

“I can’t wait to be sooo weird when I see you.”

“I’m going to watch Cars 2 on the plane. As preparation.”

—

She does watch Cars 2 on the plane. She watches Cars 2 and eats a shitty chicken Caesar salad as dinner with a ginger ale, because ginger ale is only good when you’re on a plane or have a stomach ache. After the stale meal in the stale air, she takes two melatonin gummies, shuffles her favorite playlist, and sleeps.

She wakes up an hour before they land in Paris, where she has a short layover. It takes the majority of said short layover to figure out where the heck she’s supposed to go. Once she’s figured it out, she spends the rest of the layover walking around the gate area, already exhausted with the idea of sitting still. She eats a chocolate croissant and has a coffee and listens to the people around her speak different languages with fluent ease.

The flight to Abu Dhabi is shorter, but she’s awake for all seven hours of it, so it feels a million times longer than the first one. Also, somewhere between the first and last sip of what might be the best coffee she’s ever drank, nervous little butterflies have begun wreaking havoc in her insides. She’s giddy, the kind of giddy that should be reserved for little kids. Giddy and fighting a stupid little crush with the most insane stakes.

It’s six o’clock local time on Friday evening when she lands in Abu Dhabi.

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meekahy · 12 days

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Stood Up

Hi guys, 2 fics in one day! This one is inspired by me getting stood up on a date tonight. Need a Quinn in my life <3

You were listening to the 1975 on repeat as you put your makeup on in the mirror for a date. Singing along to Love Me, you put on some pink eyeshadow and then your mascara. Once satisfied with how you looked, you went to put on an outfit. You had previously picked out a few different outfits just in case you didn’t like one outfit. The first outfit was a gray crop top with a plaid skirt. You tried it on and decided you didn’t like the vibes. The second outfit was a black cropped cardigan that you left buttoned and a gingham mini skirt. You felt so cute in this, you left it on.

Sitting on your bed, you head to Pinterest to see what you could do with your hair. You scrolled and found something that you would be able to do quickly. You plugged your curling iron in and started to part your hair into sections while it heated up. After it was hot, you took a section and twirled it around the barrel. Getting all of your hair curled, you sprayed it with hairspray, setting the curls. Looking back at the pin you saved, you parted your hair into a half-up situation with your hair parted in the middle. After gathering the pigtails you had into your hand, you pulled a loose strand to hang down in front of your eyes. You secure the pigtails with elastic bands and then you hairsprayed everything into place.

You put your finishing touches on as your phone dinged. Your date messaged you saying that he would be there to pick you up in ten minutes. Smiling, you replied that you were ready and would await on the steps. You quickly put on your white Adidas sneakers before heading outside to sit on the steps and wait for your date.

Looking down at your phone for the time, you notice it has been a half hour since your date was supposed to pick you up. Unlocking your phone, you shoot your date an “Are you okay?” text. After another ten minutes, you realize you have been stood up. As a tear slipped down your cheek, you quickly texted your best friend, Quinn.

“Quinny, I just got stood up. Was supposed to go out with someone and they ghosted me,” you typed before hitting send. Tucking your phone into your lap, you let the tears fall.

Almost immediately, Quinn texted you back saying, “Who the fuck do I need to talk to? Where are you? I’m coming to get you.”

Through the tears, you told him you were on the steps of your place.

“I’ll be there in 5,” he sent instantly. You sighed as you put your phone down, and pulled your arms around yourself.

Quinn was there in three minutes. He drove so fast, and he was so mad at the guy who stood you up. Why would someone do that? Even though he was your best friend, he’s had a huge crush on you since the moment you guys met.

He parked and got out of the car and walked over to sit by you. Quinn wrapped an arm around your shoulders and let you lay your head on his. He rubbed your arm up and down as you let out a small sob.

“Oh, honey,” he whispered, “It’ll be okay. He’s not worth it anyway. You, however, are.”

Lifting your head from his shoulder, you looked at him in the eyes, “You think so?”

Quinn nodded, “I know so. What would you like to do now?”

“I’m not sure,” you mumbled as Quinn wiped away a stray tear from your eyes.

Quinn gathered a bit of courage before asking you, “Do you want to go on a date with me? I know we’re just best friends and all, but I really like you. I have for a long time and I understand if you don’t want-” You cut off his rambling by pulling him in for a sweet kiss.

“Quinn, I’d love to go on a date with you. I’ve liked you for a while too, just thought you didn’t like me like that. I didn’t want to say anything so I just went on dates as a distraction. I’m-” It was his turn to cut off your rambling with a kiss. His hands slid into both of yours as you deepened the kiss.

Breaking the kiss to breathe, Quinn said breathlessly, “Forgot to tell you that you look beautiful tonight.”

A bright blush grazed your cheeks as you squeezed his hands. “Do you want to come in? We could watch a movie or something,” you shyly questioned.

“Only if I can call you my girlfriend,” he stated matter of factly.

“Deal,” you replied as you pressed one last kiss to Quinn’s lips before tugging him towards your apartment.

#quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes imagines #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes #nhl imagine

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zebraszegras · 4 months

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Baby H part 1.

@/yn.hughes posted

Liked by @/lhughes43, @/jack.hughes, @/quinnhughes and 9.2k others

@/yn.hughes Lake house summer 🌊🦀🌸

P.S. why does Quinny look so depressed in the last picture 💀

tagged @/olivia.kb, @/trevorzegras, @/jackhughes, @/lhughes43, @/quinnhughes, @/edwards.73, @/dylanduke25, @/markestapa, @/jamie.drysdale, @/cole.caufield, @/alexturcotte, @/nina20_, @/lucafantilli, @/seamuscasey26, @/stacydouglas

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@/quinnhughes leave me alone you mole rat

-> @/yn.hughes did you just call me a mole rat😭

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@/olivia.kb we look so hot in that first pic

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@/stacydouglas miss you already babes ☹️

-> @/yn.hughes I MISS YOU MORE BABE

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HEY YALLLLLLL

first au post!!

i will be making a part 2 to my luke hughes angst soon!!

enjoy and give me your thoughts on this!!

also, if you want hughes!sister to end up with someone let me know who!!

#hockey #instagram story #hockey insta au #hockey au #hughes!sister

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jjtheresidentbaby · 18 days

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Sorry to all caps at you but HARPER HBH PLEAS /gen /nf

Little Harper McLean headcanons

a/n: you didn’t specify if you wanted little or caregiver so hope you don’t mind me choosing for you

warnings: !!season 2 spoilers!!, talk of canon things (ie drug use, partying, etc), malakai never left <3

she doesn’t figure out she regresses til season 2 when she’s living with cash in her own space

it’s involuntary at first and she doesn’t even realize she’s regressed, just brushing it off as being extra tried or that the weed she smoked is making her act different

cash is actually the one that brings up that she might be regressing, he’s nervous telling her and gives her a whole list from his notes app on why he things it’s regression

she’s so taken back but sees every point that he makes

cue them going on a mini research binge together

she doesn’t talk about her regression with anyone at first, still trying to get used to it herself and whatnot

eventually quinni notices something’s off and asks her if she’s alright- the stumbling response of “oh yeah I’m fine” harper gives isn’t believable at all so they end up talking about it

quinni helps harper tell amerie as she was worried it’d mess things up between them

amerie of course takes it well but she’s also super confused so they spend awhile explaining things

harper’s headspace is definitely more in the smaller range, she likes teethers & pacifiers & soft toys she can cuddle into

her childhood was rough and her teenage years have been- worse. so stuffed animals and fleece blankets and nice pajamas are a big deal to her

she likes to regress at night for a bit before she goes to bed but might slip after school if something stressful happens

cash watches over her the most for obvious reasons, but also he’s comfortable with her and she’s comfortable with him so it works really nice

darren helps out a lot more when they settle back into living with cash & harper

cash & darren will do just about anything harper wants when she’s small (cash especially tho, he caves at the first glimpse of puppy dog eyes)

she’s got a box of monster high dolls from when she was a kid that she loves to play with

she drags amerie and malakai into playing dolls frequently as they make up the best storylines

she almost never regresses anywhere but at home but occasionally she’ll slip at amerie’s place or quinni’s since she’s comfortable there

amerie may or may not fall back into bodyguard mode™️ when she finds out harper regresses

thankfully malakai’s there to calm that down

nobody ever really sits malakai down and tells him that harper regresses or what regression is he just came over one day and there she was. little. and nobody else was batting an eye so he wasn’t either

months later at a party malakai brings this up to harper and firstly, she laughs, but secondly she gives him a link to a google doc quinni made explaining age regression but also listing specifics about harper’s regression and anyone else in the group that might be a little

malakai babysits a lot more after that

him & missy like to take harper on hikes when she’s feeling more like a kiddo

malakai usually carries one of the girls back down the hike on his back- it always switches back and forth between missy & harper

she has her whole friend group come over for big sleepovers when she’s regressed and absolutely loves it

she keeps a small plush in her backpack at all times and sometimes takes it out to use as a pillow if she’s putting her head down on a table/desk

holds hands with someone at all times if they’re out in public

going out when she’s regressed makes her really anxious so she avoids it if she can- everyone’s very understanding and will go grab something from the store for her or whatever she needs so she can stay home

#jj headcanons #heartbreak high agere #little!harper mclean #harper mclean

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hughesnation · 24 days

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𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐚𝐮 // 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬

Bella’s 18th Birthday, 26th February 2023 (Hughes Sister)

𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬

Liked by _𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬, 𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐬𝐨𝐧𝟏𝟒𝟏𝟕 and 𝟒𝟏,𝟐𝟔𝟖 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬 18 🎂💫⭐️

𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬 happy bday lil sis ❤️

𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬 thanks jacky 😁

𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐬𝐨𝐧𝟏𝟒𝟏𝟕 Happy Birthday tiny Hughes 🔥

𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬 thanks Dawson!!!

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝟕𝟑𝟔 HAPPY BIRTHDAY BELLA

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬𝟖𝟔 Tell Jack I say hi 😍

_𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬 Can’t believe you’re 18 Bells, happy birthday ♥️

𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬 thanks quinny, miss u :( 💞

_𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬 Vancouver birthday trip?

𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬 YES

𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐳𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬 HBD littlest Hughes 🎂

𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬 thanks trev 🫡

𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY TO MY WIFE 💞

𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 adore you gorgeous girl 💫

𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬 love u mostest pretty girl ⭐️

𝐥𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬_𝟎𝟔 Happy birthday to my favourite sibling of all time ❤️

𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬 love u lukey 😭

𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬 DUDE I let you live with me

𝐥𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬_𝟎𝟔 Don’t act like Bella’s not everyone’s favorite

𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐳𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬 Quinn’s my favourite Hughes

_𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬 agreed @𝐥𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬_𝟎𝟔

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝟗𝟕𝟕 I just love the Hughes siblings and Trevor’s dynamic 😭😭😭

𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐫 Happy Birthday Bella 🤟🏼❤️

𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬 NICO 💞

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐚 HBD mini moosey 🫎

𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬 thanks mark 😊

𝐞𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬.𝟕𝟑 happy birthday MM 🫎

𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬 🤟🏼

#new jersey devils #jack hughes #luke hughes #dawson mercer #john marino #nico hischier #hughes sister #quinn hughes #trevor zegras #mark estapa #ethan edwards

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hughesmedicine · 1 year

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baby announcement| L. Hughes

luke hughes x !edwards reader

also this will take place when Luke’s in jersey and him and the reader are 20 since that works better with sawyer and jacks timeline! Also if you saw this before you didn’t!🫣

yourusername

liked by lhughes_06, elblue6, edwards.73 and others.

yourusername: surprise🤭

tagged: lhughes_06

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edwards.73: I’m gonna be an uncle!🥹

| yourusername: best uncle🫶🏻

| jackhughes: HELLO??

| _quinnhughes: hey!

| yourusername: oops sorry🫣

_quinnhughes: congrats to you both! I’m so excited💙

| yourusername: thanks quinny!

| lhughes_06: thanks bro❤️

jackhughes: sawyers gonna have a little best friend yes!

| lhughes_06: and teammate figuring they both would go into hockey

| jackhughes: we can only hope they do🙏

| yourusername: and if they dont?

| jackhughes: I don’t want to think about that.

| lhughes_06: ^

trevorzegras: I’m so excited for lake house trips now! Gonna have two babies all over the place!🤭

| yourusername: at least ill know where my kid went

| trevorzegras: of course jack and I will handle yours just the same as we do sawyer

| yourusername: that doesn’t make me feel better trev

| jackhughes: the kid will be in good hands I promise y/n/n

lhughes_06

liked by elblue6, yourusername, dylanduke25 and others.

lhughes_06: can’t wait to meet you❤️

tagged: yourusername

dylanduke25: HOLD UP THE SKATES🥹

| yourusername: gonna be a skater like her dad and godfather🫶🏻

| mackie.samo: I still can’t believe he got the role of godfather.

| lhughes_06: it’s only right mack

| mackie.samo: I know but still.

| yourusername: your jealousy is showing so much

| mackie.samo: good.

| yourusername: gosh I’ll make it up to you🫡

| mackie.samo: yeah you better.

elblue6: congrats you guys!! Jim and I will be making a trip to check up on you guys soon and if you ever need anything y/n just text me:)

| yourusername: can’t wait I’ve missed you so much and thank you and I will cause I’ll definitely need advice!❤️

| lhughes_06: thanks mom and babe you can come to me for advice

| elblue6: I’ve missed you more sweetie

| yourusername: I’ll come to you for advice once you give birth.

| lhughes_06: okay well

njdevils: we’ll have two future mini devils on the team now, congratulations!❤️

umichhockey: omg congrats to you both!🥹

brendan.brisson: uncle brisson is gonna spoil them so much (sorry in advance)

| lhughes_06: oh god please nothing annoying

| yourusername: ^

| brendan.brisson: no promises! | yourusername: brendan.

| brendan.brisson: fine no annoying toys.

| yourusername: thank you:)

#luke hughes #luke hughes x edwards reader #ethan edwards #quinn hughes #jack hughes #trevor zegras #umich boys #brendan brisson #dylan duke #mackie samoskevich #ellen hughes #new jersey devils

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babydollmarauders · 1 month

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The idea of Dolly and Luke's lil girl being like Quinn. Like lil wild Taurus girl, daughter of moose the menace, dolly the delightful and low-key unhinged, born on the same day as Uncle Jack king of overachieving middle child syndrome, and whatevers up with the brother just....

Being Quinnys girl, kinda soft spoken, a bit of a nervous giggled, king of a dork maybe with cute lil glasses and it's just so, perplexing for the wild household but it's also so comforting. Quinn's so far away but they feel his presence with her and it's so calming and loving and makes Jack fell clam, Dolly feel safe and Luke feel so so loved, his wild little boy and his calm girl who adore each other the way he adored his siblings....

Hi, I'm back! 👋👋

HI! I’VE MISSED YOU, LOVE!!

please i love this 😭

literally everyone is betting on her being a mini dolly or a mini jack, the cards are in her favor to be a rambunctious little wild child— but instead, their shocked to find her just like her uncle quinn. so quiet and calm; she enjoys star wars and reading and she’s just so soft spoken and caring, always thinking of others feelings. and as she gets older, dolly and luke are just always wondering how she’s so wise when she’s a product of…. well,,, them. she just this sweet, gentle, calming presence that, like you said, brings everyone so much comfort with quinn being in an entirely different country. despite looking like a mini female luke, she’s just all quinn.

meanwhile her brother is all jack/dolly’s personality— wild and outgoing and loud, always looking for a new way to get in trouble or cause chaos. he’s constantly in everyone’s business and he can never sit still, always bouncing around.

yet the twins are so close and love each other so much, and no matter what, they would always stick up for each other if it’s warranted.

#faithlynn speaks 🪐#ask faithlynn ✨#luke’s gf au !

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cosmicpearlz · 1 year

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aching bones

summary: exes are supposed to be okay with each other having feelings for another person. but not when it’s your best friend. maybe things aren’t what they seem.

pairing: chad meeks martin x fem!reader, some tara carpenter x chad meeks martin

a/n: this is kinda long and it goes through different povs but i hope you enjoy! <3

chad was the love of your life in a distant time. he had been your first everything. at some point, you guys decided it would be best to let the relationship go. mutually agreeing that the arguments and fighting were tiresome. that didn’t stop you guys from being friends and still hanging out with each other.

tara, your best friend, had helped you all throughout the break up. seeing you at you worse but being there to pick up all the pieces and mend the brokenness. you didn’t know what’d you do without her.

“tara! what are you wearing to the party?” you hollered at her from down the hallway, as you made your way to her room. you opened the door to find the girl with three different hangers in her hands.

“i’m thinking about doing a dress but then there’s these cute pants. but then y/n, there’s the cute mini skirt,” she turns to you with a pout on her face.

“help me!”

“babes, i dunno how to help you,” it was hard to contain your laughter. tara frowned even harder, causing her eyebrows to turn downward too.

“y/n!”

“okay okay,” you grabbed the hangers out of her hands and inspected each item carefully. you hand her the purple mini skirt, hanging the other two pieces back into her closet. you go into her dresser and grab a white halter top to throw at her.

“hey! i said help not be aggressive.”

“there. now, shower and get dressed. i’m ready to dance the night away. does sam know you’re going?” she rolled her hands at your teasing smirk.

“yes asshole. now get out of my room! by the way, your outfit is too cute!” she gestures to your sheer black rhinestone dress that you paired with black spandex underneath and some black chunky heels.

“you can never go wrong with a little black dress,” you winked at her and closed her room door.

walking back to the living room, you didn’t notice everyone else was already there. ethan, chad, mindy, anika, and quinn sat waiting for tara to finish.

“woah look at this hot mama!” quinn whistles at you, you smiled and do a turn.

“hehe thanks quinny!” you blew a kiss to her and sat next to anika on the couch, laying your head on her shoulder.

chad was blown away by you once again. the dress fitting your body in just the right places. showing off your gorgeous legs. the way your heels made you slightly taller. just as he was thinking about you, tara walks out to the living room. it made him want to confess to tara that he had feelings for her.

it felt wrong having feelings for two girls that happened to be friends. best friends at that. chad knew he’d always love you but to him, he thought there was no chance to be with you again. even though the breakup was mutual, he had missed you just as much as you missed him. at that time tara had caught his eye.

“who's ready to party?”

chad doesn’t know how he got here. one minute he’s taking shots with ethan and the next he’s in a quiet room, sitting with tara. shoulder to shoulder and feeling a little tipsy, chad feels like this is the perfect time to tell tara.

“tara i have to te-“

“chad i have something to-“ they both share a laugh before chad nudged the girl to start first.

“i was just gonna say that i think i like you. as in more than a friend,” chad freezes for a moment, not expecting tara to say what was on his mind. he leans in a bit closer to the girl, while she did the same.

“i was just going to tell you that-“

“hey tar, are you in here?” you opened the door and paused upon seeing your ex and best friend sitting too close. almost as if they were gonna kiss.

“what the fuck?” blinking back the fast tears that threaten to fall down your face, you backed up out the doorway.

“wait y/n, it’s not-“

“stay.. the hell away from me,” your voice cracked with every word. you shook your head and turned to walk away. tara is quick to follow you and grabs your arm. you shook your arm from her hold and turned to face her.

“how could you?”

“y/n.”

“seriously fuck off tara,” ignoring the pleads from tara and chad, you hastily walked out to get fresh air.

never did you expect your best friend to betray you like she did. tara had known that you still had feelings for the stupidly handsome boy, how could you not? he was everything you could ever want and more.

you drowned yourself into your blankets and the comfor of your own bed. too afraid of running into either of them. you couldn’t bear the sight of seeing them be together, not when you still loved him.

“y/n, you have to leave the bed at some point.”

“the bed would never hurt me.”

“my brother is a major asshole. i know he still loves you. maybe there’s a good explanation for this,” mindy continues rubbing your back, while you rolled your eyes.

“yeah right. if he loved me, he wouldn’t try to get with my best friend.”

mindy didn’t know how to fix the problem. she just knew that chad and tara had to figure out how to make the situation better before it got worse.

chad paces back and forth throughout the dorm room, making ethan slightly concerned for the boy. he had never seen chad so distressed. usually, he was the up beat one in the group, always smiling.

“i ruined everything eth. she will never talk to me again.”

“what did you do?”

“i almost kissed tara because i thought i had feelings for her. well i do have feelings for her but they’re not as strong as the feelings i have for y/n. we’ve been broken up for some months now and i thought that would help me get over her but it didn’t. ethan i dunno-“

“chad chad, i need you to breathe. have you talked to tara about any of this?”

“no! because losing y/n for the second time, made me realize i could never be without her. i should have fought-,” chad took an audible glup to compose his many thoughts. “i should have fought for her, it was stupid to break up.”

“man, you need to tell her. and you need to talk to tara, letting her know you still love y/n,” chad chuckled dryly at ethan’s words.

“kinda ironic that i used to help you with girl problems and now you’re helping me,” ethan walks up to chad to place a hand on his shoulder.

“this is what friends are for. mainly, i’m just tired of your pacing.”

“i hate you ethan landry,” the two boys shared a laugh, which made chad feel lighter about the situation at hand.

tara didn’t know what to do. how to make you forgive her. how to even make you look at her again. she had lost you for feelings that she wasn’t even sure of. sure, chad was cute but he was also your ex. one too many drinks and she did something that was practically unforgivable.

so the girl decided to have a quick conversation with chad. many thoughts ran through her head but the only one that matters was getting her best friend back.

“hey tara, you asked to meet?” tara looks up from her phone to meet chad’s brown eyes. she gives him a weak smile and motioned him to sit down across from her.

“whatever we thought was there isn’t there. chad, i can’t afford to lose you as my friend and especially not y/n. she’s my best friend and she won’t even talk to me,” tears well up in her eyes and she bites on the corner of her bottom lip. chad sighs and patted tara’s hand.

“i agree with everything you said. i’m truly still in love with her and i think losing her completely made me realize that.”

“has she talked to you yet? she won’t answer any of my calls or text messages.”

“same here tar. every single piece of contact gone unanswered and ignored.”

“there has to be something we could do to get our happy girl back.”

if there was a word to describe chad’s sour mood, it’d be jealousy. maybe a little bit of anger. he watched as you were pressed up against one of the frat brothers, who happened to be his friend. dylan didn’t deserve to touch you. didn’t deserve to be close to you.

“you know chad, maybe if you didn’t royally fuck up that’d be you with her right now.”

“fuck you mindy,” chad threw his shot back aggressively, hoping to shake the feelings away. although, it did nothing to help. irrationally, he decided he would pull you away to talk to you. he wanted his girl back.

“y/n can i talk to you,” you stopped dancing to stare at him with disgust.

“no.”

“but i need-“

“chad, the lady said no.”

“dylan, you’re my friend bro but mind your fucking business. y/n.”

“i have nothing to say to you chad.”

“i have something to say to you, so let’s go,” chad pulls your arm to lead you both outside. you were supposed to be mad at him but in a way his actions were hot.

once you were outside away from watchful eyes and listening ears, you pull your arm out of his grasp. you crossed your arms around your chest and waited for him to start speaking. the boy was nervous under your gaze.

“i’m sorry. baby, you don’t know how-“

“don’t call me that. you lost that right when you decided my best friend was your new companion.”

“y/n listen to me, i don’t want her. i want you, i will always want you.”

“if you wanted me so bad, you wouldn’t have tried to kiss my best fucking friend! the both of you are backstabbing assholes,” you yelled at him while loose tears fell down.

“i fucking love y/n! i will always be in love with you. i see your smile when you go to pick out new books to read. i see the way you light up when someone in our friend group gets a good grade. the way you’d excitedly show me a new ring you wanted to add to your collection.

you are my sunshine and the reason i look forward to waking up. when we broke up because of our ridiculously petty fights, i should’ve never let you walk out those doors. i should’ve pulled you closer to me but instead i let you go. i hurt you and i don’t know if i’ll ever forgive myself for doing so. i’m so fucking sorry.”

you were speechless after chad’s confession. even though you weren’t sure if you fully trusted him fully again, you ran into his arms. you cried as he held you into his warm embrace. rocking you back and forth.

“i’m so sorry. please forgive me.”

after a few minutes of crying into the boy's arms, you removed yourself and wiped your face. sighing, you bit the inside of your cheek.

“i dunno if i could trust you fully. let me have time to myself before i try to be anything with you again. i need time to heal and if you can’t respect that, then we definitely need to stay away from each other.”

“i support whatever decision you make,” you put your head down looking at the rocks. chad closes the distance between you two and grabs your hands.

“hey look at me,” you set your gaze back to his eyes watching him softly smile at you.

“it’s your decision. take all the time you need. i will be right here waiting for you,” he squeezed your hands once more before letting go and stepping back. the boy had tears that fell down his face unwillingly.

chad wasn’t sure if you’d ever come back to him but he sure hoped so. the only he’d know is if he let you go again. it killed him to do so but the last thing he wanted to do was force you into something.

if you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. if they don’t, they never were.

#chad meeks martin x fem!reader #chad meeks martin x reader #chad meeks martin angst #scream vi #chad meeks martin

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