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swissboyhisch · 1 year

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We're Not Naked

Pairing: Nico Hischier x Hughes!Reader

Summary: You just wanted some time alone with your partner. Sadly your brothers are clingy.

Word Count: 660

Warnings: Some making out and mentions of a boner

Request: From Anon I just wanna make out with Nico and then get caught tbh I have no shame 💀

A/N: I would love that as well. So I wrote this little piece. Thanks for the inspo :)

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As the photographer of the New Jersey Devils, you got to enjoy the training and game nights as a part of your job. A perk alongside working in the same organisation as your boyfriend. Nico, the captain of the New Jersey Devils, and yourself had been dating since you had met in 2019. You met through your brother, Jack. Which was the downside of working for the Devils; your brother was also on the team. Oh and can’t forget Luke, your youngest brother, who had moved to Newark to play on the team as well.

After training, you and Nico went back to your apartment. He was house mates with Jack so it wasn’t unusual for him to stay with you as you didn’t live with anyone. Both of you got comfortable. You changed into your favourite lounging clothes then grabbed out some snacks. Since neither of you had work tonight, it was going to be a lazy day. The movie Batman was set up on the tv. Nico came back to the couch in just a pair of sweatpants.

“You look cute,” Nico mutters, pressing a kiss to your lips as you two get comfy.

A giggle escapes your lips as he continues to pepper your face with kisses. He shifted you two around so you were under him. It had been a while since the two of you had some time to yourself. It soon heated up. Hands started wandering, finding exposed skin.

“You taste like skittles,” You laugh, pulling away for a second to catch your breath.

Nico smirks, “I could taste a little sweeter if you’d like.”

You didn’t bother replying, only kissing him once more. Nico pulled off your devils hoodie, leaving you with your comfy Bonds bra and your fluffy sleep shorts. You grin into the kiss when you feel Nico through his sweatpants. Mid tongue down your throat the door was thrown open. A door that was locked.

“Ew!”

Luckily Nico had a quick reaction time and grabbed the throw blanket. He pulled it over you, covering your tits. “What the fuck are you two doing here?”

Your brothers, Jack and Luke, stood inside your apartment with Luke’s friends Seamus and Ethan behind them looking like deers in headlights. The only reason Jack even had a spare key was incase of emergencies. Not for random visits.

“What the fuck are you guys doing here?” You seeth.

Luke pulled out his phone and called someone. “Yo Quinn. We just walked in on (Y/N) and Hischier making out naked on the couch.”

“We’re not naked!” You shout, hoping your twin could hear you.

“Semi naked,” Jack compromises.

Quinn sighed on the other side of the phone. Sometimes he was glad he was alone in Vancouver with none of his siblings able to do this exact situation. “Leave them be you guys. They’ve been dating for like three years.”

Nico didn’t move from above you, hoping his hard on wouldn’t be on show through his grey sweatpants. “Can you two please leave?”

“We wanted to go out for lunch, do something on our day off.”

You groaned once more. “Why didn’t you text us instead?”

“We did,” Luke argues. “Neither of you answered.”

“Did you ever think maybe we were busy doing our own thing? You know… as a couple?”

“No.”

You huffed, pressing a kiss to Nico’s cheek and standing up from the couch. Making sure to hold the blanket to your chest. Your brothers didn’t need to see anything more than they already have. “Give us 10. But you have to leave and wait in the car.”

“Yes!”

Both of the boys raced out excitedly. It allowed Nico to finally stand up from the couch. Both of you sighed and went to your room to change into some better clothes.

“I feel like we’re their parents,” Nico jokes.

You chuckle, “At least our kids will be better than these rascals.”

“That they will.”

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astars-things · 10 months

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Omg imagine if y/n gets dragged along with Jack, Trevor and Cole. She meets Lando as they go as mclaren guests. Lando has a crush on her straight away.

so if this is for my AU then they had already met before because y/n is the media person for Mclaren. but if it's not for the AU then this is how it would go

"y/n come on" Jack yelled for you to hurry up "Calm down man" you said as you made your way to the Mclaren home. "hey guys come this way" a lady came and took Jack and you to meet Lando

"hi" you waved shyly to Lando he was so much cuter in person you had been watching his streams for 5 months and meeting him in person was a dream come true for you

after a few hours of talking Lando gave you a piece of paper "Call me" he winked

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offside-the-lines · 3 months

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tell me who i run to (if not you) | anthony beauvillier

"The first sip is joy, the second is gladness, the third is serenity, the fourth is madness, the fifth is ecstasy." - Jack Kerouac

Summary In July of 2023, Evie looked at a list of cities in North America and rolled a die. Just like that, she packed up her life and moved to Chicago, a fresh start. The 2023-24 NHL season started well for Tito; he did not expect the call on November 28th telling him that he was being traded. To the worst team in the league. And just like that. 10 months after being ripped from his home, he had to pack up and move again. To an unfamiliar city, and to unfamiliar faces. Which is why, when Tito and Evie ran into each other, quite literally, on Christmas morning, they both latched on to a familiar face. Over the next few months, they became close friends. They didn’t talk about the nights shared in Chicago clubs. They didn’t need to. Because they're just friends. Right?

This is a completed fic split into episodes for easier reading. It was written for @bqstqnbruin as part of the Winter Fic Exchange 2k24 hosted by @wyattjohnston.

Episode 1. Blue Christmas (4.9k) Episode 2. I. Winter (4.4k) Episode 3. Pal-entine's Day (4.8k) Episode 4. Four-leaf Clover (5.5k) Episode 5. Evie's Birthday 🌶️ (5.6k) Episode 6. II. Spring (4.8k) Episode 7. Not Goodbye 🌶️🌶️ (5.4k) Episode 8. III. Summer (4.8k) Episode 9. Tito's Birthday (4.2k)

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Under the cut: author's notes, tropes, warnings & disclaimer, fun tidbits, chapter summaries

Author's Notes: This fic was written for @bqstqnbruin as part of the Winter Fic Exchange 2k24 hosted by @wyattjohnston. It got so out of control long so quickly. I genuinely had so much fun writing this, it's basically my magnum opus; if you look closely, I think you can probably see my soul in there somewhere. I would like to thank @devilssacrament, @wyattjohnston, and @forgottenflowers for being my editors, holding my hand and keeping me sane in this. Also, thanks to @swissboyhisch, and @imperatorrrrr for being a sounding board for ideas . All of your help and support has meant so much to me. You are all just the fucking best, I am sorry this has been my entire personality for the past month, I will probably return to normal soon. Probably...

Tropes: a gut-wrenching mix of angst and fluff with a happy ending, slow burn friends to lover (tbh, idiots to lovers let's be real), alternating POVs

Warnings: alcohol (one instance of alcohol poisoning by side character), mature content bordering on smut (mostly occurring in clubs/public), references to a toxic past relationship. Disclaimer: This series is set in Chicago but does not mention the name of the team based there. Only other Chicago players mentioned by name are: Nick Foligno, Jason Dickinson and Connor Bedard. Other notes: NHL players featured Mat Barzal (a heavily featured supporting character/bestie) and brief mentions of Zach Hyman and Matt Martin. Assume that Tito and Evie are always speaking in French with each other.

Face claim for Evie (if you want one, but you can imagine whoever you like): Adeline Rudolph

Fun Tidbits: Original Character (she/her) called Genevieve Gignac or Evie (pronounced eh-vee) is the oldest sibling of Tito's juniors teammate and friend Brandon Gignac. Along with their other sibling Wiliam, they grew up in Montreal. Evie had been living in Toronto for six years, before moving to Chicago in the summer before the fic starts. I did way too much research so a lot of the little facts are true. Nicknames: (ma) chouette (shoo-wet): owl (mon) chou/chouchou (shoo): in practice, honey, sugar, baby, sweetheart // by definition, my cabbage or my profiterole/cream puff (depends who you ask) Solours (soul-oars): the Québécois name for the yellow Care Bear with the smiling sun on its belly Solou’ (soul-oo): a diminutive Evie decides to use

Cook, Cook, drink your tea, But save some in the pot for me. We'll watch the tea leaves in our cup When our drink is all sipped up. Happiness or fortune great, What will our future be? -- "Afternoon Tea at Pittock Mansion" by R.Z. Berry

Episode Synopses:

Blue Christmas Evie and Tito are both starting life anew in Chicago. It's an unfamiliar city with unfamiliar faces. They're both alone on Christmas. Maybe it's fate that brings them together. Jason and Alandra Dickinson are already smelling smoke from this fire.

I. Winter Tito injures his wrist in the first game of 2024, he’s out for 6-8 weeks and then his car breaks down. He thinks maybe he’s cursed. Evie becomes a shoulder to lean on. Barzy gets suspicious.

Pal-entine’s Day Tito returns her kindness by being a shoulder Evie can lean on when she is having a hard time after all-star break. She tells him it’s anxiety about work. He brings her a box of pastries and they cuddle on the couch all day; he doesn’t realize it’s Valentine’s Day. Later, a hook-up goes very wrong.

Four-leaf Clover Tito’s been playing again, and during his first stretch of away games begins to miss home. Well, Evie’s home anyway. When he sees her in the bar, he can’t help but show it. Barzy calls him out on his lies.

Evie’s Birthday Sometimes the music moves you. Sometimes the bass pounding in your chest makes you do things you wouldn’t do. Fuck it, it’s your birthday. That’s what Evie tells herself anyway. There are gifts given, but there are also secrets kept.

II. Spring Tito tries to tell her— he does— It’s just he needs to find the right time, and something keeps coming up. Evie’s honest with herself. But does that even matter? Mat decides maybe it is his time to intervene.

Not Goodbye Evie realizes that her time is running out. To do what? She doesn’t know. But she has one last night to find out. That is until— Well. It’s too late now. Tito flies home and wonders if that will be the worst mistake of his life.

III. Summer They try to get on with their summers as if nothing is wrong, convincing no one. How long will it take them to realize they can’t keep pretending like everything’s fine? And who will finally take the leap of faith?

Tito’s Birthday Tito receives the best birthday present he has ever gotten: the girl he loves standing at his parent’s front door. It was never destiny or fate; it can only be by choice. And they’ll choose each other every time. Eventually, anyway.

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cixrosie · 4 months

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Under You

Prompt : " You smell so Good" Character B whispers as they continue to litter kisses down Character A's jaw and neck, revealing in the noises Character A lets involuntary slip out of their mouth

from @dumplingsjinsonfrom this prompt list

warning: slightly suggestive

Beau had been gone for about a week and half on an extended roadie and he had been texting you nonstop, so you knew he missed you but you missed him just as much. He texted you earlier that day saying he found an earlier flight so he would be home later tonight .

You decided to order his favorite food and put it in the refrigerator for him when he gets home . You also decide to clean around the house a little even though it wasn't really dirty just a little dusty . After you are done cleaning the house you decide to chill for the rest of the day. Just relaxing and watching shows on the couch to past the time until Beau comes home.

You wake up when you feel yourself being lifted off from the couch , at first you started freaking out but the musky scent of Beaus cologne settled you back down. " hi" he said with a smirk on his face "Hi" you responded with a sleepy smile on your face that shows the amount of love for the man who's carrying you to your shared bedroom.

" how was your flight" , " it was good , would've been better with you though" he responded as he played you down in your spot on the bed. It was then you realized he was already dressed for bed . " how long have you been home" you asked him " about two hours I thought id let you sleep while I got undressed and ready for bed " he says as he starts to hover over you with a cocky smirk.

" oh yea" you say to him flirty , "yea" he says as he closes the gap between you two as he kisses you passionately. As you are laying down under him you get a surge of confidence and flip you both over so you are on top of Beau. You don't know how you were able to successfully flip over a tall and muscly hockey player , you are pretty sure its because of him being tired but were gonna credit your amazing core strength lol.

"wow " Beau says as he looks at you from under you . You then start kissing his jaw and down his neck letting him know exactly how much you missed him. " You smell so good " you whisper as you take a quick break from attacking his neck and jaw, but resuming almost immediately. As you are really enjoying the noises Beau is making as you mark him up.

" I love you so much " he says as he grips your hips tightly " I love you more My Beau" you say " but I can definitely feel how much you are enjoying this " You tease as you look down between you two and look back at him smirking. " oh yea " he says " yea" you responded . As you said that Beau flipped you both over so you were now back under him and he whispers " let me show just just how much" and you knew you were in for a long , enjoyable night with the man you are sure you're going to marry .

a/n : Ahh hi this is my third fic and its pretty short and I don't know how I feel about it but had to give my man Beau some love also imagine this as he's still with the Canucks BECAUSE I REFUSE TO ACCEPT HES WITH * THAT* TEAM

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mp0625 · 4 months

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Fairytale of New York

Taglist. Masterlist.

Anthony Beauvillier x reader

For @swissboyhisch for the Hockey Girlies Discord Christmas Fic Exchange

A/N: Merry Christmas Erin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hope you have an a amazing one!!! Sending so many hugs!!!!! This was so fun to write! I’m going to put the masterlist and the taglist in a little while my laptop is being stupid

You wake up to a couple big snuffs in your ear. And when you opened your eyes you saw a big sleek brindle mass. “Ollie you need to go out?” You ask and his tail starts to wag faster. “I’ll wake up daddy.” To wake him up you hit Anthony on the chest. “Your son wants to go outside.”

“He’s your son now.”

“Since when is he my son?” You asked rolling over to face Tito.

“Since he woke me up at 2 am wanting to go outside.”

“That’s not my problem. I’ll make coffee while you take him out.”

“Fine.” As you followed him out the bedroom, him heading to the back door and you to the kitchen to start the coffee maker. As you start pulling mugs and creamer out you hear the back door open and close and Tito coming into the kitchen.

“Why is it so cold outside?” He asks while grabbing you from behind.

“Holy shit your hands are cold.”

“Yeah, it's cold out there.”

“It’s not that cold, it’s New York, not Sorel-Tracy.”

“Are you ready to do presents?”

“Yeah give me five minutes to finish my coffee, I’ll meet you by the tree.”

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“You ready?” He called.

“Yes.” You come walking in with a brindle shadow following you into the living room. “Can we do mine first?” Grabbing a small box with blue wrapping paper with snowflakes on it and handing it to him.

“What is it?”

“I can’t tell you, just open it!”

As he rips the paper open he sees the box that he’s been wanting to get for months.

“You got the watch I’ve been eyeing!” He says as pulls out a simple gold watch and starts to put it on. ”It’s perfect.”

“I knew you been wanting it”

“Thank you.” He whispers as he pulls you into a hug. “Now yours.” As he grabs a large box from under the tree.

As you rip open the slightly bad wrapping job you see at the bottom of the box two pieces of paper. “You got me the concert tickets I’ve been wanting.” You launch into his arms.

“It’s down in New Jersey though.”

“I don’t care.” “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome.”

“I have to go start lunch and the pies. I’ll put these in the bedroom so I don’t lose them.” As you stand up from the couch you grab the tickets to put them in a safe space.

From the other room Anthony heard. “Ow, fuck, fuck, Fuck!”

“You good?”

“I stubbed my toe”

“I know.” As he had felt the soul bond radiate with pain from his foot up.

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After you had gotten changed and started the pies and put the ham on the smoker. You started on the sides. “Hey Alexa, play my Christmas playlist.”

“Ok, playing your Christmas playlist.” As the first song came through the speakers you heard Fairytale of New York come on.

“Tito, can you start the green beans?”

“Sure.” He answers. As he starts the green beans, you start the macaroni and cheese by putting the macaroni on to boil.

“Tito, can you grab the pie out of the oven.”

“Which one?”

“Pecan, the sweet potato has about 10 more minutes left.” As he reaches into the oven to grab the pie out he hits the side of his arm on the oven door causing him to burn his arm. As you had your back turned towards the oven you didn’t know he had burned himself until you felt the searing pain radiating throughout your arm. You spin around quickly clutching your arm even though you hadn't burned yourself the soul bond screamed in pain. “Oh shit, come here!” You hiss, pulling him backwards towards the sink. “Soak your arm, it'll make it feel better.” As he soaks his arm you go get the small first aid kit from the bathroom. “Here, sit on the counter.” As he hops up you open the first aid kit and start getting the gauze and Neosporin out. “It should be ok enough to not have to go to the ER tonight. I can’t even imagine the wait in there from all the people burning themselves.” As you finish patching him up his phone starts ringing.

“That’s Matty, probably saying what time he’ll be over.”

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“Matty, it’s so good to see you!” You say as you give him a hug.

“Good to see you too!” “What the hell happened to you man?” He asks turning to Tito after seeing the bandages on his arm.

“I burned my arm on the oven pulling a pie out.”

“Oof that sucks.”

“Is this for me?” You ask, seeing the bottle of wine in his hand.

“Yes, I hope I picked a good one.”

“It looks perfect.”

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“This is some of the best food I’ve ever had!” Matt said, pushing his chair back.

“Are you ready for pie?”

“Yes!!”

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“I’ll see you later man, get home safe.” Tito said, walking Matty to his car.

“Come here I want to cuddle.” You said from the couch.

“Want to watch a movie?”

“Yess.”

“What do you want to watch?”

“What do you think.” You say looking over at him.

“Nightmare before Christmas.”

“Duh.” As he starts the movie and the opening credits roll you cuddle up closer, and Ollie joins you on the couch by your feet. You wake to someone softly shaking you.

“You fell asleep on the couch. Come on, it's almost 11:30, it's time for bed.” As he pulls you up off the couch he ushers you to bed. As you get into bed and get settled in. Tito speaks up. “Good night, Merry Christmas I love my watch!”

“Night, Merry Christmas, I love my concert tickets!”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.” As you say that you hear a big huff. “Love you too Ollie!”

“Love you Ollie.”

Taglist: @studioreader @honethatty12 @slafgoalskybaby @swissboyhisch @topguncultleader @wondershells @cixrosie

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cellythefloshie · 6 days

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Cellythefloshie's Birthday Bingo Celebration 2024

It's that time of year again!

My birthday is in September, so we will have the "deadline" set to September 2nd 2024.

I will reblog any fics on @cellysbookshelf and will be following the tag #cellysbingo2024 but please be sure to tag me at @cellythefloshie to assure I don't miss it!

5 in a row = bingo!

at the start of the fic please include the 5 tropes you have chosen

There is no word count or expected format. You can write it as a fic, or in my imagine/blurb format (example), I will be happy with either.

I do not have a preference for reader insert or Original Character content.

Will only read player x reader or player x original character stories. I am not interested in player x player content.

Please do not write about players drafted after the 2018 draft. I will not read them.

If you have a player you are unsure about, feel free to message me and ask about them!

Smut is welcome but not expected. Please tag all 18+ content accordingly.

If writing smut please avoid themes of BDSM, degradation (mild is okay), non-con (dubcon is okay) and anal sex. I thought this list would be longer, but I can't think of anything else.

RE: FREE SPACE - pick any trope on the board that is not in line with the row you are after.

RE: INSPIRED BY - this can be anything inspired by a song, album, tv show, etc. Example: Inspired by a Taylor Swift Song. Inspired by this Grey's Anatomy Episode. Get creative!

RE: TABOO - includes and isn't limited to infidelity, stepcest, sex work etc. Please specify the taboo element in your fic if you choose this space.

Now, if I have tagged you I do not expect you to write anything. But if you could please give this a reblog it would be greatly appreciated - and thank you for making hockey rpf such a wonderful community to be a part of! @hockeyboysimagines , @hagelpoint-3821 , @hischierdevils , @stlbluesbrat21 , @starshine-hockey-girl , @claireelle18 , @senditcolton , @mp0625 , @laurenairay , @swissboyhisch , @comphy-and-cozy

I welcome stories from any and all in celebration of my birthday!

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swissboyhisch · 1 year

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Bubba's First Game

Pairing: Luke Hughes x Reader

Summary: Unbeknownst to the public, Luke has a baby and it's time for both of theirs first NHL game.

Word Count: 542

Warnings: kids.

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Tonight was Luke’s first game for the New Jersey Devils. His first NHL game. Not only were his parents in the crowd but his girlfriend and a couple of his teammates made the journey to Newark to celebrate. It was going to be a big night for the Hughes family.

Unbeknownst to the public, Luke and you had a beautiful baby girl. Nicknamed Bubba by all her uncles. She was only 6 months old. Living proof that birth control wasn’t 100% effective. But she was the most loved baby in the world. Her grandparents loved her to bits along with the hordes of uncles she had from the UMich team and the Devs. Including her two actual uncles who spoil her to bits.

After you dressed Bubba into her custom jersey, you in yours as well, you went down to the lobby to meet Ellen, Jim and the boys in the lobby. Ellen immediately cooed at the sight of Bubba in her father’s jersey.

“Oh look at her.”

You were happy to hand her off to her grandmother while you got to chat to Dylan, Mark and Ethan. You all made your way down the street towards the Prudential Centre. The hotel was only a couple blocks from the rink.

“My turn,” Ethan stated, holding his hands out for Bubba.

Bubba was handed around the group. She just loved the attention, being such a bubbly little girl. When you guys got the the arena, you held Bubba while you guys made your way up to the suite Jack had organised for you. If it wasn’t for the six month old, you guys would have probably been in the crowd but Luke and Jack didn’t want anything to go wrong. Didn’t want you or Bubba to be hurt.

When the countdown neared zero for warmups, you walked down to the glass with Bubba in your arms. Luke didn’t know you were planning on being at the glass during his rookie lap. Well he didn’t know about that until Jack made sure he got the solo lap.

You held Bubba on the ledge. Her headphones made her look smaller than she already was. She looked around the ice, enamoured with all the stimuli. Then Luke was announced to be doing his rookie lap. He took to the ice circling before spotting you at the end. The rest of the team joined him and Jack made his way to where Luke was standing in front of you. Bubba recognised her Dad immediately, trying to bounce and get to him. Then Uncle Jack was there and she went crazy. Two of her favourite people were right in front of her.

Then she realised she can’t be held by either of them and she started to cry. You laughed, cradling her before waving goodbye to the brothers in front of you. Staying down there for a couple extra minutes to soak in Luke warming up with the team. You got a fan to take a couple pictures of you holding Bubba.

Once you were back in the suite, you got comfortable between Ellen and Dylan. Bubba passed out pretty quick after a bottle. Leaving you all to enjoy Luke’s first NHL game for the New Jersey Devils.

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yourbestie: how stinking cute is bubba

jackhughes: thank god for the padding. Lukey boy doesn't look like a bean pole.

lhughes: rude.

elhughes: ahhh this is so cute!

lhughes: love my girls forever ❤️

dylanduke: my favourite niece!

yourinsta: your only niece my dude

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swissboyhisch · 1 year

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NSFW Alphabet: Jack Hughes

Shout out to @lukehughes43 for the help on this. This is for you and @alwayshughes... The Jack girlies ❤️

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

In the beginning of your relationship, Jack wasn’t the greatest at aftercare. He didn’t know it was a thing for a good couple months into your relationship. Up until you asked to cuddle one night after your post-game sex session. Somehow it came up within the locker room conversations and boy were some of the older players unhappy. They explained to Jack the importance of aftercare for partners. The next time you guys had finished having sex, he helped you clean up, grabbed you a water bottle and was quick to cuddle you. Soon it became a post-sex routine. And it was something that Jack came to love.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite body part of yours was your boobs. You may think they’re just lumps of fat, he loves them. The sight of your boobs could get him hard at once. Always resting his hands on them, cupping them. When home alone, he would totally slide his hand up your shirt, just placing his hand on your boob.

His favourite body part on himself was his hands. The veins. The rough skin, despite you encouraging him to moisturise them constantly. His hands roaming your bare skin was his favourite feeling. Rough against smooth. How large they were in comparison to your hands. Holding them tightly, almost protectively. His hands were always touching you. In reach at all hours of the day.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He likes to keep it clean. Usually just finishing in the condom inside of you. If he was to cum on your body, it was probably your stomach or ass just after he pulled out. And he’d always make sure to clean it up with the baby wipes in your bedside table drawer. Clean and tidy.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Despite Jack being pretty vanilla, he’s heard some of his teammates discuss their sex lives. One thing that piqued his interest was choking. He loved seeing his hands on your body but the thought of his hands wrapped around your neck... Like a pretty necklace… Oh it got him fired up. But he’s a little shy. You’d have to mention something about it before him to speak up about his thoughts.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Despite Jack having the hot fuck boy persona, he hasn’t had as much experience as everyone believes. Sure he’s made out with random chicks at a club, but he’s never brought them back to his place. He only ever goes to their place. And it’s never more than once with a hook-up.

But on the other hand, he knows what to do. He’s had a few flings over the years. Jack knows where the clit is, that's for sure. But he learns as you two go. Picking up on when you really like something he does and when it’s something you don’t really favour. After a year, he knows you like the back of his hand.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

His favourite position is basic, missionary. Maybe throw in some cow girl or doggy on the odd occasion. Jack wasn’t one for complicated positions. Simple. Easy. Intimate. He liked being able to see your face most of the time. It let him gauge how he was doing, if you were enjoying it as such. His hands have to be able to touch you, hold you close. Able to worship your body.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Majority of the time, Jack was serious throughout your sexual endeavours. Reasonably quiet apart from his grunts and moans. He was always immersed into the sexual experience. But there were the odd occasions where Jack was hyper, still high on adrenaline after a game or an event. That was when he was more talkative, cracking jokes and dirty talk.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Jack keeps his pubic hair trimmed and neat. Much like his cum placement, everything was neat and tidy. He’d prefer you to be neat as well but he didn’t care what you did with your own pubes. Shaved. Trimmed. Waxed. It didn’t matter.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

How Jack grew up, with seeing his parents love and how they treat each other, he sees it as an intimate time. Sure he’s had his hook up. But when he’s in a relationship, it’s a time between the two of you to show your love to each other.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Jack’s a young man. His sex drive is high. When it isn’t possible to be with you, he’ll definitely use his hand. Especially on the road. He misses you and seeing pictures of you… things escalate. And quickly. If you send some spicy pictures, or he has a little file of you on his phone, he’ll prefer that over porn.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He loves nudes. Naked or wearing lingerie (especially devils red), it didn’t matter. It was Jack’s weakness. When he’s on the road and you’re in a teasing mood, sending him those pictures. It will have him begging for you. More nudes or phone sex, he’ll take anything he can get. Just one picture of you teasing your body could get him desperate for more. More lace. More skin. A picture of you will make him weak.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

Jack’s favourite place to have sex is the bedroom. Privacy is a big thing. Especially after being so sought after by fangirls and fans. The safety of the bedroom was his. His space to do whatever he wants with you. If you two lived together, with no roommates, he would expand that to the entire apartment. But only if the curtains were closed and the doors locked.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. Everything about you got him in the mood. If you look at him for too long he starts picturing you being under him. A picture of you even showing a little bit of skin has him thinking. Even when you’re arguing, he can’t help but think it’s hot. You, as his person, is his biggest turn on.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Jack wouldn’t hurt you. Sure some light choking or impact play is fine but nothing too extreme. He loves you and in his mind, hurting you, even if you enjoy it, wasn’t love. His mother and father instilled in him that he was to treat his future partner lovingly and like a queen. To him, hurting a woman is violence, let alone hurting you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving, receiving… It didn’t matter. Sure Jack liked receiving, like many others, but he was more than happy to go down on you. He wasn’t the greatest at oral in the beginning but over the course of your relationship he had really come to hone in his skills. Jack loved listening to the sounds you would make. The little moans and groans. Whimpers too.

But when you go down on him… boy he’s a mess. Usually he’s somewhat quiet. Until you go down on him that is. That’s when his moans and whimpers become louder. Which fuels you even more. He loves when you go down on him. But he won’t ask because he doesn’t want you to feel pressured. He’ll take what he gets.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s a mix. If he’s got pent up energy or he’s coming off the adrenaline rush that is an ice hockey game, it’s fast. You have to beg for it to be hard if you want that. Same applies for a quickie when you have one. I mean that is the definition of a quickie. But he can keep up his pace longer than your previous relationships. Thanks to all those years of hockey.

If he wants to take his time, it’s slow and sensual. In the morning after you’ve just woken up. The lazy, slow sex in the morning light sneaking in through the curtains. That when his hands are just wandering your bare skin. Taking in the whole experience. Pleasuring every little piece of you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Jack isn’t opposed to having a quickie if you two didn’t have time. He’s a young boy, of course he’s horny. He’ll take what he can get. Maybe before a game and you two were cutting it short in time. Or you were going out and you looked too hot to not do something. It doesn’t happen that often as Jack prefers to take him time. He likes to be able to drag out the experience, take his time to worship you like you deserve. But he’s not scared to just slip the panties to the side and slide in.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

He isn’t too risky when it comes to places the two you actually have sex at. Keeping mostly to the bedroom. But he’s willing to experiment within the bedroom. That’s if you say something. Jack’s pretty shy with bringing up something he wants to try. He’d wait for you. To either mention wanting to try it. Or when you finally realise he’s been itching to realise something. That’s when he’d vocalise what he wanted to try.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Jack can go a couple rounds for sure. But he’s not an all night kinda guy. Maybe three at most over the course of the evening. But each round lasts. He’s the “doesn’t finish until you finish” kinda guy. On average it’s usually two rounds at most but when he gets all hyped up. Three for sure.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own toys. Oh except for a pair of fluffy handcuffs the boys got him as a 21st birthday present. For months, they sat in the back of his dresser. Until you found them. Even then it took a few weeks to convince Jack to use them. When he finally did, let's just say the cuffs became a repeat offender within your relationship.

You owned a vibrator. One that was often used while Jack was on roadtrips with the team. He had never seen one in person until you two got together. At first he was hesitant to use it. After a little encouragement, Jack finally took you up on the offer. Then he realised it was his friend not foe.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He isn't too much of a tease. Sometimes Jack gets carried away whilst going down on you or during foreplay. It’s never extensive. But he can’t deny that he loves listening to you beg him. Whimper his name. If you tease him back, he cracks almost immediately. Becomes an absolute moaning mess. He can’t take much of the teasing.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Jack’s pretty quiet normally during sex. The quiet moans and groans. Mainly it’s just noises but when he moans your name... Music to your ears. He’s most vocal when you go down on him. When he’s by himself, he can get away with jacking off in a roommate situation due to his quiet nature during sex.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He has a private file on his phone of pictures of you posing in lingerie. Jack just loves the way you look. You’ve nearly covered the whole rainbow by this point. But his personal favourite was red, the devils. Jack buys you lingerie randomly. A new set he saw that made him think of you. Or one you’ve been talking about. And if we’re being honest, he’s definitely ripped some of your lingerie. Jack always replaces them though. God forbid he ruins his chances of seeing you in lace.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Jack’s an average size. Maybe a little longer than average. 7 inches. But he’s on the thinner side. Curved a little. Hits just the right spot when he slides in.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s got a high sex drive. Just looking at you will get him riled up. Jack wants you 24/7. He wants you for breakfast, lunch and dinner. He knows when it is or isn’t appropriate to act on his feelings. But it does mean he will hint to sex in public. You’ve learnt over the course of the relationship, his little tells of when he’s horny.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Jack makes sure to take care of you first. Once you’re taken care of and settled, he’ll take care of himself. After that it’s cuddle time. Despite him trying to wait until you fall asleep. It’s more often than not, he’ll crash before you.

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The Beginning of the Hockey Couple

Pairing: Matthew Tkachuk x Ivy Lemieux (OC)

Summary: When Ivy was a kid, her dad took her on a road trip while her mother was away. Everyone wouldn't know that that was the start of beautiful friendships and a relationship.

Word Count: 363

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Mario Lemieux thought it would be a smart idea to bring his only daughter, 3-year-old Ivy Winter, to St. Louis. Where Blues was hosting the Pittsburgh Penguins. His wife was away visiting family in Australia so his choices were to have Ivy stay with another family for the string or take her with him. Since the road trip was short, he thought why not bring her along. It wasn’t like it was a 2 week roadie.

The older hockey player held his daughter’s hand as they walked into the stadium and to the family room for the away team. Ivy was dressed in her favourite shirt, her dad’s jersey, and a pair of leggings. A matching black and yellow beanie she adores; a was a present from her favourite uncle, Brooks Orpik. He walked alongside the father-daughter duo, chatting to his captain about the coming game.

Young Ivy did not recognise where she was, so naturally she was curious. She could see people she had never met before everywhere. Her hand slipped from her father’s hand before she ran away from her father, giggling as she ran past different players.

“Ivy Winter!”

Said girl only giggled more at her father’s voice, acting like it was a game of chasey. She turned the corner and slammed into another person, falling onto her bum. The petite child looked up at a young boy not too much older than her. He had curly hair and was wearing a Blues jersey.

“Are you okay sweetie?” The woman beside the boy questioned, kneeling to help the girl up.

“Yeah,” Ivy replied, taking the woman’s hand to stand. “I’m Ivy.”

The older boy sent Ivy a wide smile, “I’m Matthew.”

“Ivy Winter,” Mario huffed as he spied the familiar little 66 jersey and pigtails in front of the family. “I’m so sorry Tkachuk.”

The man comes up behind his wife and kids, chuckling as Mario picks up his daughter. “All good Lemieux.”

“Keith, Chantal, this is my daughter, Ivy.” The girl sent the family a smile, waving at them.

“Where’s your wife?”

“Family,” Mario replied. “Isn’t that right, bug?”

“She’s seeing nana,” Ivy stated, looking up at her father. “I get to see Daddy play.”

“Who’s looking after her?” Chantal asks, lifting her youngest son onto her hip.

Mario sighed, “I have one of our staff taking her in a corp box. None of the friends or family are here for this game.”

“Do you want me to take her with me?” Chantal offered. “I have both the boys and I’m with the other wives in the box. Ivy can play with Matt and Brady.”

Ivy looked up at her father with a cheeky smile, eyes glinting with the familiar childlike mischievousness, “Can I?”

“You sure it’s not too much trouble?”

Chantal shook her head, “Nonsense, I’m happy to take her. I’ll bring her back to you after the game.”

After Mario made sure Ivy would behave, he sent her off with the family so he could get ready. Ivy on the other hand was so excited to be with other kids her age.

“Do you play hockey?” Matt asked the young girl as they found the family box.

“Of course,” she sassed. “You?”

“Of course.”

“You my best friend now,” Ivy grinned.

Matthew wrapped his arms around the girl, beginning her into a hug. “Best friends.”

“Me too,” A voice joined the convo, with Brady coming to join the hug. Well try to at least. That was until Matt pushed him away. Brady looked like he was about to cry. “But me too.”

“Matthew,” Chantal warned, watching the wholesome moment soon turn sour.

“Fine,” The older Tkachuk groaned and turned to his baby brother. “You too.”

The three shared a hug before turning their focus onto the ice to watch the game they all loved so much.

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swissboyhisch · 1 year

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Hughes Siblings Acquired

Pairing: Nico Hischier x Hughes!Reader

Summary: Somehow, the New Jersey Devils acquire a player who will fit in well on the team.

Word Count: 875

Warnings: trades.

A/N: It is more a Hughes Silbing fic with hints of Nico x Reader. Also an AU that takes place in the future sometime.

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It was a normal day, you were wandering the stadium taking pictures and working on stuff for the Devils’ social media sites. The boys were practicing on the ice. You could see your younger brothers, Jack and Luke, messing around with your partner. Not listening to the coach.

“Hey, can you come down to the ice? There is an announcement about to be made for the team,” Your boss asks as he finds you in your office.

“Sure…”

You follow behind him, down to ice level where you join your brothers on the ice amongst the team. Nico had wrapped his arms around you to keep you steady on the ice. Though he was sweaty. Majority of the coaching staff were there as well. Even the GM, Fitzy. To you, it seemed like no-one apart from Fitzy and Ruff knew what this whole thing was about.

“As you know, it’s trade season–”

Most of the boys take a big breath. Hoping that they wouldn’t be receiving the news that someone they were close to would be traded. Nico’s grip had tightened. And from the corner of your eye, you could see your brothers gravitate closer to you two. Your little core group. Even Dawson who was on the other side of you shuffled his weight foot to foot. Nervous. Everyone was nervous.

“As the deadline neared, we knew there was one person we had our eye on.” That usually meant one of your boys would be the exchange. A big player for a big player. “We have just confirmed a trade but we have someone who wants to announce it first.”

Fitzy pulled out his phone from behind his back. It seemed to already be on a call. “Do you wanna announce it?” He spoke to no-one in particular.

“Four out of four Hughes siblings have been collected,” You could hear your twin’s voice speak from the other side of the line.

Jack was the first to react. So similar to when he found out Luke would be joining him on his team. Even on skates, he was able to jump up and down. Celebrating. Luke was next to clue on. Immediately pulling you from Nico’s arms and wrapping his arms around you instead. The three younger Hughes siblings now have their protector coming home. To them.

“Huggy!” You grin, “You’re actually coming to Jersey?!”

“Yeah I am, Squirt.”

Silence from all the other players on the ice.

“Who’s leaving?” Dawson spoke up. He was only voicing everyone else’s thoughts.

Fitzy shook his head, “One of the AHL boys and a couple of high draft picks.”

With the confirmation none of the others would be leaving the team you called family, everyone started celebrating. Nico, who was secretly worried he would be the one who would be traded, joined you and your brothers celebrating. Over the years of your relationship, he had become family. Quinn was one of his closest friends. Probably because of how similar you two could be at times.

“Who’s going to be the one to tell Mum and Dad?” Luke asks suddenly.

“We can leave that to Quinn,” You reply.

After the brief call and announcement, the boys went back to playing. You retreated to your office and pulled up Quinn’s phone contact. Despite being ecstatic your twin would be living in the same city as you and the others, he loved Vancouver and his team. Elias, Brock, Tito. They were some of his closest friends and he was being ripped away.

“Hey,” You greet when he answers.

Quinn sighs, he knew why you were calling. But he was glad it was you. “I’m doing okay.”

“Huggy, you’re being forced to leave your friends and the city you’ve called home since you were drafted.”

“I know.” He was silent on the other end of the call. “We’ve already told the boys and I’ve said goodbye to Elias and Brock.”

“Tito too?” You ask, knowing they had become close since the forward was traded.

“Tito too.”

You smile softly to yourself, “If it’s any constellation, the boys are excited to have you here.”

“I’m excited to see you guys. I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” You reply. A knock on the door made you look up from your desk. There stood a freshly showered Jack, Luke and Nico. “The boys are here.”

The three made their way to your side of the desk. Situating themselves on any surface they can while you put the call on speaker. Nico lifted you up from the chair, settling into it first then letting you sit on his lap.

Luke leant forward, making sure he could be heard. “Can’t wait to see you Quinny.”

“You too Lukey,” He chuckles.

“What about me?” Jack gasps. Overdramitcally like normal.

“Yes, you too Jackie-boy.”

Nico didn’t want to intrude on the sibling time but he enjoyed listening to their jesting. With you in his lap, he was happy. Your family made him feel at home while being in the US. and Now the family was complete in New Jersey.

“We’ll see you tonight then Huggy,” You grin.

“Will you pick me up?” Quinn asks you.

“Always. Love you Quinn.”

“Love you too. Can’t wait to see you Squirt.”

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swissboyhisch · 1 year

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Mein Schätzeli

Pairing: Nico Hischier x Reader

Summary: After thinking you were asleep, Nico takes the time to speak to your baby.

Word Count: 458

Warnings: Pregnancy inaccuracy maybe. And use of google translate. Sorryyyy

Request: Yes "Nico just holding you and keeping you warm because you’re pregnant and freezing and when he thinks you’re asleep he is talking to the bump and being really sweet and you’re like “I’ve found the one” ❤️"

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Being 35 weeks pregnant kinda sucked. Sure you were excited to meet you and Nico’s child but your hormones were running wild. You felt fat. And eating a lot didn’t help. You were emotional, mostly tired and grumpy. But you were lucky. Nico was home for the week, having a couple home games.

At this point, you couldn’t do much. Having been put on bed rest for the remainder of your pregnancy. Nico was great through the whole situation. He waited on you hand and foot and if he wasn’t home one of the girls would stay with you. Today though, he was home. Having only an optional skate in the morning.

You both spent the day relaxing. A rare day cuddled up in bed watching tv. It was cold so to you and Nico it was perfect cuddle weather. You started shivering as a breeze blew through your bedroom curtains. Nico pulled up the comforter over your body, tucking it just how you like it.

“Go to sleep,” Nico whispers.

“It’s too cold.”

“Give me a sec,” Nico muttered, leaving the bed to close the window then return to your side. He climbs under the covers and pulls you closer. Trying to keep you warm. “Is that better?”

You sigh happily. Getting yourself comfy before closing your eyes. “I love you.”

“Love you too, mein schatz.” Nico’s hands cradled your belly. “And you too, mein schätzeli.”

After some minutes of just the noise coming from the tv, Nico started tracing shapes on the tight skin. Little hearts. Swirls. Something so calming. A common occurrence that often helped you sleep. Especially since you had gotten pregnant and sleep was hard to come by. Nico assumed you had finally fallen asleep.

Nico slid down into the bed. Coming face to face, or well face to belly. You had to refrain from wriggling when he pressed light kisses to your stomach. The love radiating from Nico you could feel.

“Hi mein Schätzeli," Nico whispers. A gentle caress. “I can’t wait to finally meet you. It feels like your mumma and I have been waiting for years. Not long left now though. Only 5 weeks left. But I’m begging you, please wait for me to be home.”

His words made your heart swell. You knew you loved this man when you married him. And even more when you both found out you were expecting. But hearing this you knew. He's the one.

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Cupid Cousin

A/N: I didn't reread this after I finished. Pretty sure it all good but it's late for me so I couldn't be bothered. But yay for this being my first imagine written in years!!!

Pairing: Nico Hischier x Reader

Summary: First game against his old team for your cousin. Luckily some of his ex teammates are cute.

Word Count: 1161

Warnings: None I think. Please correct me if I'm wrong.

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You hadn’t seen Taylor in god knows how long. After his trade, it was a struggle being in Newark by yourself. You had moved for college and your cousin was more than happy to have you living closer. But now he had left, you were alone once more. It was only a matter of weeks between you settling into your apartment to the news of Taylor being traded to Boston.

Taylor has his first game against his old team and of course, he wanted you at the Prudential to watch. As much as you loved your cousin, you weren’t a fan of the Bruins. So instead, you dawned your Devils’ Hall jersey. A simple pair of jeans with a hoodie underneath was all you needed. You got there just as the doors opened, two hours before the game. Taylor being Taylor had gotten a glass ticket next to the Devils’ bench.

Boston skated out to do their warmups in front of where you sat. Taylor was quick to spot you, having memorised your seat number. It had been too long since you both had seen each other. He slammed on the glass in front of you. A laugh and wave was exchanged before he noticed one of his favourite ex-teammates skating over to greet him. Nico Hischier and Taylor were close during his time on the Devils.

Taylor lit up at the sight of Nico skating closer. Both hugged and shared some words. Taylor pointed to you and said a couple words to Nico. The Swiss boy smiled and waved at you. You waved back to him, I mean he was cute, who could deny that.

As you waited for the stars to be announced, you got a message from Taylor to find a worker in the club section and ask them to take you to the visitors locker room. You had no clue where you were going. The Prudential was a new place for you. The only reason you knew where the club section was because you had come through that to find your seat.

“Uh, excuse me?”

The worker turned to you and smiled. “How can I help you?”

“Um, Taylor Hall told me to find a worker to take me to the visitors' change rooms. That's literally all he told me.” You showed her the message then pulled out your ID. Luckily you two shared the last same last name. “I’m sorry, I know it’s weird. I just… It’s all he just told me.”

“Just give me a moment,” The woman apologised.

You just nod, looking around the bar while she went off to do what she needed. Fans were hanging around having a drink before they went home. She came back with another younger woman who smiled. The new woman looked to be a part of Boston’s crew.

“I was told…”

“Not a problem love, Hall wanted me to take you down, that’s all.”

The walk down to the visitor’s locker wasn’t long, surprisingly. Despite how big the arena actually seemed. She left you standing outside of a locker room, awkwardly by yourself, alone in the corridor. Every now and then a worker would walk by but you stood there scrolling through your phone.

“Waiting for Hallsy?” A voice spoke up, making you jump.

Coming towards you was Nico Hischier, dressed back in his game day suit. Looking mighty fine. You smile and nod. “Yeah, I think we’re going to dinner. All he said was to meet him down here.”

“Hallsy said we’re going to this diner we were regulars at. It has great burgers.” Nico then smiled bashfully, “I’m Nico by the way.”

You giggle at his words and reply with your name. “It’s nice to meet you. Taylor has told me about you.”

The pair of you chat quietly waiting for Taylor to come out. And surprisingly, he was one of the last of the team to exit. Players like Marchand and Bergeron walked by, giving the pair a point glare. Whether it was you or the fact Nico, star of the New Jersey Devils, was standing beside you.

“Taylor mentioned you are going to college out here,” Nico started.

“Yeah, studying media.” You pull up some of your work for the college’s sports team. “I put in my application here when Tay was still on the team. Got accepted and just after I moved, bam the team traded him.”

“That sucks.”

You shrugged, “Not a lot he could do. He had to be on the next flight to Arizona. Then traded to Boston not long after that.”

“Do you have many friends at school?” The brunette questioned.

“Kinda,” you replied.

The door opening once more pulled the pair of you from your conversation. Charlie McAvoy was one of the few people you had met through your many calls with Taylor. You shared a smile and wave.

“Hallsy, your cousin is out here with Hischier,” McAvoy called back into the change room after he exited.

Taylor was quick to exit after that. The three of you made your way to Nico’s car and to downtown Newark. You guys were quick to settle into a corner booth. Privacy for the boys mainly. You took the window seat with Taylor across from you.

“In you go,” Taylor smirked at his old teammate, nodding at the seat beside you.

Nico slid into the booth beside you, taking the menu from your hand. “Thank you.”

The three of you ordered your meals and caught up with each other. You asked how Boston was, despite not liking the city. Nico talked about how the team was going and having a new roommate, the young Jack Hughes. Taylor asked you about your life, making sure you were okay being in the city by yourself. By the end of the night, Nico had offered to drive you back to your apartment. That was after dumping Taylor at his hotel with the team.

“If you need anything, you can always just hit me up,” Nico offered as he pulled into the apartment car park. “I don’t do much other than train and do anything hockey. Would be nice to have a friend outside of hockey.”

“Sounds like a date then,” You smirk.

You held out your phone, allowing him to insert his phone number. He made sure to text himself from his phone to make sure he had your number as well. He wasn’t going to fuck up this chance. Especially after the speech Hallsy had given him whilst you were in the toilet at the diner. He wasn’t going to risk anything.

“Thanks for the lift.”

“Anytime you need,” Nico responded.

You laugh, “Says the guy who travels a lot.”

“Not the greatest I know, but I’ll try my best.”

You blushed at his words. Instead of replying you leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. Without saying another word, only giving him a smile, you exited the car.

A message came through later that night as you were laying in bed.

Hallsy: You're welcome ;)

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swissboyhisch · 1 year

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Bad Day = Cuddles

Pair: Auston Matthews x Reader

Requested: Yes/No

could you do an auston matthews fluff? like one where the reader is super stressed from work and he helps calm them down/deal with it?

Word Count: 564

A/N: I hope you like it! This is my first request and I’m really really excited to write this! ANOTHER OLD IMAGINE!

Warnings: Swearing and Fluff?

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You swore as the bus you were waiting for drove straight past, even spraying you with water from a puddle.

“I swear this day couldn’t get any worse,” You hiss, starting to walk back to your apartment you shared with your boyfriend, Auston.

Your day couldn’t get any worse. First you were late for work causing your boss to yell at you. Then when your boss wanted you to photocopy something, the photocopier jammed and they got even angrier with you. To add to the stress at work, everyone seemed to be bitching about you and gossiping about your lovelife with a certain Maple Leaf. Sadly it didn’t stop there. After work, you had broken the heel of your shoe running to the bus stop. Now the bus drove straight past you, drenching you with water on the way. You seriously doubt this day could get any worse.

But it seemed like the world was against you because heaven decided to open up and dump all the rain now while you were walking home! What made it worse was you had forgotten your umbrella so you had to walk home in the pouring rain with a broken heel.

“Fuck this,” You state, stopping and yanking off your heels, deciding to walk barefoot, “Stupid boss, stupid coworkers, stupid bus, stupid weather.”.

Auston was playing some NHL 18 with Mitch and Will when loud banging cut through his conversations with the boys.

“Auston, open up,” He hears his girlfriend beg.

His eyebrows knitted together, wondering why you didn’t just let yourself in. He shrugged his thoughts away and paused his game, going to let her in. When he did open the door though, he was greeted with you, standing in front of his, barefoot and drenched from the rain.

You pushed past Auston, just wanting to take a warm shower. Muttering about how shitty your day was, you grabbed a pair of sweatpants and one of Auston’s Leaf’s hoodies before heading to your bathroom. To your surprise, Auston was already there, drawing you a steaming bath, even having a bath bomb from lush prepared.

“Auston,” You awed, “You didn’t have to do that.”

He shrugs, smiling and wrapping his arms around your waist, “I thought you needed it, it seemed like you had a rough day.”

You couldn’t help but smile and peck his lips, before stripping from your wet work uniform. Auston helped you into the tub before disappearing from the bathroom, returning with a glass of wine and a beer for himself.

“Join me?” You ask, holding your hand out for your boyfriend.

He didn’t reply, just stripped off his pyjamas and slid in behind you. You relaxed back into Auston’s chest, his arms wrapped around your waist holding you close.

“Wanna talk about your day?” Auston mumbled, pressing a kiss to your head.

You simply shook your head, taking a sip of your wine and closing your eyes.

Auston softly smiled down at you, laying in his arms, hair in a messy bun and makeup less. He always thought you were beautiful but he couldn’t help but think you looked absolutely stunning. He nuzzled his face in your hair, pressing tiny kisses against your scalp.

“I love you,” He mumbled, holding you a little tighter.

You hum in happiness, taking hand and pressing a light kiss to it, “I love you too Aus.”

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swissboyhisch · 1 year

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I'd Marry You Tomorrow

Pairing: Luke Hughes x Reader

Summary: As a precautionary measure, you follow through with the doctor suggestion to collect eggs. It wasn't as an easy process as you thought.

Word Count: 2115

Warnings: Ultrasounds, surgery, hospitals, doctors, fertility.

A/N: This is Part 3 of my mini series. Part 1: Don't Want To Lose You + Part 2: Will You Be There When I Wake Up?

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Fertility. Something you hadn’t thought about much up until this whole situation came up. Or discussed kids with Luke. You’re only 19. But with the likelihood of the tumour coming back, doctors referred you to a fertility specialist. Now you have to go through the process of collecting eggs. And freezing them. For if or when you have to have your other ovary removed in the future. As a backup plan.

The first appointment after your post-op check-up was a consultation with the fertility specialist, Dr. Hartman. The best fertility specialist in New Jersey. He explained the situation in more detail and discussed the whole process, what medications you’d be taking and the retrieval procedure.

Before the next appointment with your specialist, you had to get a few blood tests and some ultrasounds done. Including internal ultrasounds. Just some tests to make sure you were all healthy and had no undiagnosed STDs. When the results came back, your specialist went over them with you. Once it was declared you were healthy enough to go through with the procedure the date was booked. Well rough date since it depended on your period.

You woke up one morning to Luke gently shaking you. “Bub, you got your period.”

“Nooo,” You groan. Sure it wasn’t the first time you’ve woken up to having your period, but it was still embarrassing when Luke would be home for this exact scenario. You got up from bed carefully and glanced back to the bed with another groan. It looked like a murder scene. “I’ll clean that up after my shower.”

“Don’t worry bub, I’ll clean it up,” Luke mutters.

He pressed a kiss to your temple and gently pushed you in the direction of the bathroom. You stripped your clothes and dumped them in the washing basket. Why couldn’t you have gotten it during the day? The shower was warm as you climbed under the stream of water. Hot water soothes your body, waking you up from your morning sleep daze. You go through your morning shower routine.

Luke peeks into the bathroom, watching you as you dry yourself. “Do you need to call the clinic?”

“Yeah, I do.”

Once you had finished getting dressed, you grabbed your phone and called the clinic. You informed them you had started your period. They made sure to remind you about the blood test you had to take before going to buy all your hormone injections and medications. Luke had changed the sheets like the angel he is. He had a morning skate though. Luckily the arena was right by a clinic so you tagged along.

While Luke was training, you got the blood test done and brought the 5 different drugs you needed for the process. Of course that didn’t take that long so you put the medications in a fridge at the arena before finding a seat to watch the boys. Luke spotted you reasonably quick, winking at you as he skated by. After that some of the other players waved hi. Jack got excited and started teasing Luke like the big brother he was.

Later that day while you and Luke were getting ready for the game that night, your phone rang. It was the clinic telling you the amount of hormones to inject daily. 112.5.

“I start the injections tomorrow,” You tell Luke as you hold out his beanie. You often helped Luke with his suits. “I have to choose a time and do it at the same time every day.”

Luke frowned, grabbing your face and pulling you in for a kiss. “We’ll get through this.”

“I want it over and done with. I’m sick of medical appointments.”

“Last one,” Luke assures.

You shrug, “We don’t know that. My ovary is a ticking time bomb basically.”

“I’m not going anywhere. I’d marry you tomorrow.”

That last sentence had become a regular thing said recently between you and Luke. Something he’d say to reassure you through this whole crazy journey. No matter how many times he had said it, you still get the warm fuzzies when you hear those words. And you weren’t alone, when you replied, copying his words, Luke would grin and blush.

The next day was the first day of your injections. You had chosen a time that wouldn’t interfere with your schedule and the majority of Lukes. Sure it didn’t matter but Luke wanted to be home when you took your medication. It was a little peace of mind. Your alarm went off and you went to grab the box from the fridge. You set your amount on the roller and cap it with one of the needles. Luke stood beside you watching what you do carefully.

“Are you okay?” he asks, eyeing the needle.

You took a moment to try to build up the courage. “I think so.”

“Do you want me to do it?” Luke asks.

“No, it’s okay. I can do it.”

You disinfect the sight on your stomach before grabbing at it. After taking a moment to calm yourself, you push the needle into the flesh. You push down the button and hold it there for 3 seconds before pulling it out. It didn’t hurt as much as you assumed it would.

Luke pressed a kiss to your cheek as he held out your needle container, “So brave.”

The same thing repeated day in and day out. Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday you went to get blood tests first thing in the morning. In the middle of your second week into treatment you had to start getting an internal ultrasound to check the size of the follicles.

You came home from one of your ultrasounds to the lounge room set up for a movie date. Snacks covering the coffee table, the couch drowned in your favourite blankets and pillows and your favourite movie pulled up on the TV. In a vase on the coffee table too was a bouquet of your favourite flowers.

“Lu?”

He came out from the kitchen in a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. In his arms though was a homemade pizza. Just like when you and the family would have pizza nights during the off season. It seemed to be your favourite too, pepperoni.

“Welcome home bub,” Luke grins.

You blush, walking into his arms after he put down the pizza. “Thank you for this.”

“You’ve had a rough week. I think you deserve a relaxing day.”

After you change from your outfit into some comfy clothes, including one of Luke’s UMich hoodies, you both set yourself up on the couch. The movie played while the pair of you gorged on food and snacks. The horror Luke’s dietitian would have if he saw the scene right now. Cuddling really was the best medicine.

You hadn’t realised your mental health had gone down hill over the last week. But Luke could see how withdrawn you had gotten. He knew that it could be one of the side effects of all the hormones being pumped into your body. He was there at all your appointments, he had listened intently.

“I love you Lu,” You mumble as you snuggle into Luke’s side.

Luke wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into your side. “I love you more.”

Later that week, after one of your internal ultrasounds, you got the call to take the trigger injection. One last needle. It was a relief taking that last injection knowing you wouldn’t have to deal with any needles yourself for a good while.

The day finally came in which you would be having your surgery to collect your eggs. Luke was away on a road trip, having left the day before. You two had argued about him missing the road trip. He wanted to stay. To be by your side as you went into surgery and to be there when you wake up. You said that you’d be okay, it wasn’t your first surgery. Luke relented. Agreeing to go but only if Ellen could make it to be with you.

Ellen arrived the night before and was going to take you to the hospital in which you’d be having the surgery at. You had a small back packed with a pair of clothes and a charger, just in case you went in later than was said.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to wait here?” Ellen asked as you filled out the 10 pages of paperwork.

“It’s fine Ellen. I’ll call you when I’m ready to be released.”

After a little back and forth, Ellen relented and pressed a kiss to the top of your head before watching you head back to your room. You placed all your things in the lockable cupboard and changed into the hospital gown. As you waited for your time slot, you just read a book. The sound of your ringtone interrupted you.

“Hey,” You greet as you answer Luke’s facetime.

Luke smiled, “Hey bub, how are you feeling?”

“I’m good. Tired but ready to get this over with.”

“I’ll be back later tonight,” Luke sighed.

“Okay Lu.”

After getting to talk for a bit, and Jack popping in to say hi, you promised each other you’d speak after surgery once you're home. You had roughly an hour until your estimated surgery time. At least your book was interesting. You read until a nurse knocked at your door.

“Are you ready?”

“Yeah,” you answer, putting all your belongings into the cupboard.

You were wheeled into pre-surgery soon after. It was weird, most of the women you saw around getting the same procedure done were older than you. Isolating. That's how it felt. As you laid waiting to go in, you thought of Luke. He hadn’t left. You weren’t actually alone.

When you woke up after surgery, you were greeted by a nurse standing in the room taking your vitals.

“Hi,” you mumble as you shuffle around in the bed.

The woman smiled, “How do you feel?”

“Fine, I don’t feel any cramping.”

“You’ve still got the drugs in your system. But make sure to get the painkillers on your way home.”

Ellen was called and you were discharged from the hospital by lunch time. On the way home you stopped by the pharmacy to pick up the meds and then brought some lunch. You got back to your apartment where Ellen set you up on the couch with your food and a huge bottle of water. You got a reply from Luke before a Facetime call popped up.

“Heya Lu.”

“Hey bub, how you feel?”

You hum, “I’ve got strong drugs so not the worst.”

“And the surgery?”

“Went smoothly,” You answered. “Looking forward to the game?”

Luke nodded, “Yeah, got a good feeling about tonight.”

“You’ll win Lu,” You reassure.

“And when you wake up tomorrow, I’ll be right there beside you.”

“I love you Luke.”

Luke blushed, “I love you too. I’d marry you tomorrow.”

With that you both ended the call knowing Luke would have to get ready for the game. Ellen had overheard your conversation. She was glad you and Luke had such a strong relationship. Everyone knew you both would date, it was only a matter of time. Despite you two not being married, yet, you were the daughter she never got.

The pair of you talked about anything and everything over the course of the afternoon and evening. Discussing the off season was the biggest conversation, talking about heading to the lake house. You had a nap in the afternoon before the Devils game. You and Ellen perched yourself on the couch, cheering on the youngest Hughes brothers. The Devils had won, signalling bed time for you. After all the meds, you were surprised you were still awake by the time the three stars were announced.

Rustles of a bag and clothes pulled you from your sleep. You rolled over and peeked your eyes open to see Luke creeping around your room. Trying to keep quiet. Not wanting to wake you. Before changing, he walked over to the bed. You snapped your eyes shut. Pretending to be asleep. Luke pressed a kiss to your forehead, lightly pushing back your hair. He went to change into his pyjamas. You rolled over as he got into bed.

“Good game,” You mumble tiredly as you snuggle against Luke’s body.

His arms wrapped around you. Both of you are getting comfortable. “Thanks. How do you feel?”

“Tired,” You chuckle.

“Go back to sleep.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” Luke pulled you closer. It was like he wanted you to merge into one person. “I’m so proud of you. I’d marry you tomorrow.”

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swissboyhisch · 1 year

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You're My Favourite

Pairing: Auston Matthews x Reader

Summary: A visit to your family goes wrong when Auston meets your Aunt

Word Count: 1451

Warnings: Family drama and fat comments

Request: From Anon Can you please write me an angsty imagine with Auston Matthews! Have such a thing for that man 🫣

A/N: I don't know if this is truly angsty but I'm quite happy with this. Sorry if it isn't what you wanted

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Today was the day Auston was meeting your family. It happened to be your mum’s birthday and she was having a family dinner. Auston had already met her and your half siblings, but he was yet to meet your aunt and nana. The pair had travelled to come visit for her birthday. Something you weren’t looking forward to. Well not your grandmother because you love her. Just your aunt.

She was known in your family for favouring your oldest sister. Everyone knew it; all your siblings, your mother, your nana. Even your closest friends. Your sister was the daughter she never had yet you couldn’t make her proud… Despite being a world champion in your own sport. She on the other hand was an academic turned personal trainer. She is married now with a kid, your niece Chloe. One that your aunt adored as well.

You and Auston pulled up to your childhood home in the outskirts of Toronto. It was a quiet area that you enjoyed growing up in. By the amount of cars in the yard, you two were the last to arrive. Auston grabbed out your container of homemade brownies plus the birthday present before the pair of you made your way inside.

“Mum!”

A variety of footsteps were heard. Included the pitter patter of your niece. The 4 year old rounded the corner, running straight at the two of you. “Uncle Auston!”

The man besides you laughs as he lifts up Chloe into his arms. She was quick to wrap her arms around him, starting to tell him about her first few weeks at school. Your mum hugged you first while Auston was busy with your niece.

“Happy birthday Mum.”

“Thank you baby,” Mum smiled, “I’m glad you and Aus could make it. I’ve missed you both.”

Auston passed Chloe to you before getting a hug from your mum as well. They had been close over the years of your relationship with the hockey player. He loved being close to your family, coming over for dinner whenever the pair of you could. When his schedule allows it that is.

“Happy birthday,” Auston grins, handing her her birthday present. The pair of you had gotten her a bottle of her favourite perfume bottle and some other bath products. Oh and a voucher for a day at her favourite spa. “I’m looking forward to the pizza for dinner.”

“Well now you two are here we can get started on making them.”

Everyone gathered in the kitchen, around the dining table where the pizza making station had been set up. Both you and Auston greet your siblings and the couple partners. Then your nana walked in. She was your typical grandmother, short, grey hair with a warm smile. One that was always a welcomed sight.

“Hello sweetheart,” Nana smiled. You had to lean down to hug the woman. “How have you been?”

“I’ve been good thanks. Nan, this is my boyfriend, Auston. Aus, this is my Nan, Sue.”

Nana brought Auston straight in for a hug. “It’s lovely to meet the boy who treats my little girl like a princess.”

Then came your aunt. She stood beside your mum. Just like every other time, she didn’t hug you, no smile. “Hey darl.”

“Hey, this is my boyfriend, Auston.”

She nodded in return. One you got a lot. And one that Auston knew pisses you off. After years of treatment, you were used to it but it still made you mad. Your Aunt’s eyes looked you up and down. The judgy look all too familiar. Her eyes in particular came to stop at your prominent scar running down your abdomen. It was one you were proud of as well. Auston spotted this and was quick to pull you in, hand resting on the scar. He had worked hard to get you to finally think it wasn’t ugly. He wasn’t going to let a judgy family member make you think otherwise.

Without so much as another word, the rest of your family started talking again. Making the pizzas was easy. Auston and yourself agreed on a simple pepperoni pizza. You snuck to the garage to grab yourself and Auston a drink. Well you shotgunned one before grabbing two cans and heading back to the kitchen.

Whilst waiting on them to cook, everyone sat around the table on the patio. Your Aunt sat beside your eldest sister. Asking her about her life and everything in between. You watched on as no-one asked you about your life.

“How’s training been?” Nan asked you. Someone finally deciding paying your attention.

You explained what’s been going on recently with your sport. Talking about your up and coming competitions. Everyone else was listening but your Aunt. Auston noticed this. Watching how while you talked passionately and excitedly about your passion, your Aunt just scrolled through her phone. He knew this was also the first time in a year that she had seen you.

Mid sentence she cut you off, directing the attention of everyone to your sister. Auston saw you deflate. Your confidence that he loved is gone before his eyes. He slipped his hand through yours, leaning over to press a kiss to your temple. You leaned into him for comfort.

“I’ll help you mum,” You spoke up when your mum went to pull out the pizzas.

Auston watched you go back into the kitchen with both your mother and nana. Leaving him with your siblings and your aunt.

“She’s put on weight, yeah?” Your aunt pointed out, looking at the woman beside her.

Your sister hadn’t ever seen how you were treated. Or never realised. Sure, you had spoken about how she was the favourite. But never had she heard your aunt so blatantly speak like that about you.

“She’s been working hard during her training,” Auston replied.

Your aunt shrugged, “She’s always been fat.”

He couldn’t believe it. Someone who definitely was classed as obese had the audacity to make a comment about his active, healthy girlfriend.

“Aunty…”

“I’m just looking out for her,” Your aunt dismisses. “How is she supposed to keep her superstar boyfriend if she can’t look after herself?”

A pizza was slammed down on the table in front of her making her jump. To Auston’s horror, you had heard her comment. Something that he knew would trigger you. Especially after the issue of all the fan comments you had to contend with mentally. All the hate comments.

“I just can’t please you, can I?”

“Oh please, stop complaining.”

Your mum had come out of the kitchen to the sight of you seething off to the side of your aunt. Auston was on the edge of his seat. Everyone else around the table looked uncomfortable.

“You okay?” Your mum asked you.

You shook your head, “I’m sick of being the disappointment.”

Without so much as another word, you sniffled and left. Probably to go hide in your old bedroom. Everyone just watched you leave the patio. Auston stood up to follow. Not before turning to your aunt.

“She’s known she wasn’t the favourite since she was 15. But she still never spoke badly about you. And yet you can’t be nice to save your life.” He looked around at your siblings, all sitting quietly. He knew that you and your oldest sister were the only one blood related to your aunt. Your other siblings were through your sister’s dad’s side. “She puts up with you because of your family and is told to respect her elders. But I won’t let you talk about her like that.”

Auston left everyone outside and followed in your footsteps. He could hear your sniffles from down the hallway. He knocked on your bedroom door. Once he got a quiet come in, he opened the door. Your bedroom was so you. It was the only way he could explain it. You were sitting on your bed, a pair of airpods you had found in your room in your ears. It was your way of escaping your feelings.

“Hey,” Auston whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead before taking a seat beside you.

You didn’t say anything, only handed him a bud. Your favourite song was playing. Auston pulled you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you. Letting you snuggle into him for comfort.

“Thank you.”

Auston chuckles, “How do you know I did anything?”

“I know you Aus,” You mumble, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“I’ll always be on your side. You’re my favourite and that won’t ever change.”

“What about your mum?” You ask. You know he and Ema are close.

“She’ll be happy knowing I found the girl I want to marry.”

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swissboyhisch · 1 year

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Welcome to New Jersey

Pairing: Nico Hischier x Reader

Summary: Quinn arrives to New Jersey and has his first training with his brothers and new team.

Word Count: 1020

Request: Yes "Can you do a part 2 to Hughes Siblings Acquired"

PART 1

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Newark Airport was busy. Busier than the family expected for a weekday evening that’s for sure. The boys wore hats, hoping to delay people recognising them and coming up for a signature. The four of you were standing in the arrivals. Waiting for a certain someone. Huggy.

“Calm down,” Luke groans as he watches Jack bouncing off on his heels.

You chuckle, “Like that will happen. Remember your draft night?”

The three of you laughed at the memory. Jack ignored your reminiscent conversation, his eyes bouncing between the gate your brother would walk out of and a nearby board showing the arrivals. Flight AC 462 from Vancouver. Landed. It was only a matter of minutes now.

“He’s landed,” Jack states.

You were tucked into Nico’s side as the group watched on as other passengers exited through the door. One by one people would pass. Then you spotted him pulling along a large suitcase. The familiar mop of hair. You nudged Nico and discreetly pointed in the direction of Quinn. It didn’t take long for your younger brothers to spot their other older sibling. You whipped out your phone quickly, just to take a small video to send to your mum.

Quinn was ambushed by Luke and Jack as soon as he was close enough to touch. Nico and yourself stay out of the chaos of tornado Jack. Once they finally let go of your twin, you pulled away from Nico and was quick to embrace Quinn. It felt like it had been ages since you last saw him.

“Missed you squirt.”

You smiled softly, “Missed you too Huggy. Glad to have you here with us.”

“The siblings are back together again,” Jack smirks.

Nico laughs, “watch out New Jersey.”

Quinn and Nico did the little handshake they’ve done since you and Nico had been dating. The five of you made your way to your car. You climbed into the passenger seat, Nico in the driver’s and the three boys into the back. Quinn planned to stay with you. Though you all lived in the same apartment complex. Along with a few of the other guys from the team.

When your lease finishes in a month, the plan you had come up with last night with Nico was that Quinn would get your apartment and you’d move in with your boyfriend. Keep everyone in the same building complex. Saves your parents time when they come to visit.

“Welcome home Huggy,” You grinned, opening your apartment door and allowing Quinn into your home.

He dumped his suitcase in your spare room before the group settled on the couch. Jack pulled up UberEats, no-one willing to cook anything, and looked at the options. Everyone argued, well the Hughes siblings argued over what to get for dinner. But you all agreed that pasta was a good option, especially for all the players’ diets.

You all agreed on Scary Movie, the first one. A classic parody movie that you had all seen before but enjoyed it enough to have playing in the background. You and Nico were cuddling up on one end of the couch. Luke was at the other end. Jack had chosen the bean bag you kept in your apartment. And Quinn took the single seater. A couple snacks were spread across the coffee table for dessert. A lot was from your secret stash you kept hidden from Jack. And Luke. But they liked to raid your cupboards and fridge for food nearly daily.

After the movie came to an end, Jack and Luke went back to their apartment whilst Nico went and grabbed some clothes before coming back.

The next morning there was a morning skate and you had work to do. Quinn’s first skate with the New Jersey Devils. Nico made breakfast for the three of you while you got ready for your morning. You carpooled to the arena after breakfast. A quick hug between you and Quinn. A kiss shared with Nico. Then you three parted ways. The boys went to the lockeroom to change whilst you made your way through the arena to the media office where your gear was stored. Today you were doing social media tasks. Taking some pictures of all three of your brothers on the ice together for the first time.

You were first on the ice. Doing a few laps whilst you waited for the team to come out of the changeroom. Nico was first to step onto the ice. He came up to you, skating around you in circles. You had to be quick, shifting your focus from your partner to your brothers coming out. Quinn was the first to join the few players. Repping the new jersey. Jack followed behind your twin with baby Lukey coming out third. He had a new number; 28 instead of 43 as Quinn had seniority.

“Hey squirt,” Luke grinned as he spotted you sitting on the ice.

You look up from tying up your skates to see your baby brother leaning on the wall in front of you. “What do you want shithead?”

“Love you.”

Soon you were skating around with your camera around your neck. Snapping pictures of Quinn, Jack and Luke messing around during training. Even Nico joined in. It warmed your heart seeing everyone, your closest people, bonding and embracing your twin. Welcoming him to the team.

Nico skated behind you, hand grazing your lower back. A large smile aimed at you as he passed. “Looking good.”

“Neeks,” You blushed.

“A downside of living here, dealing with the love fest that is Nico and squirt,” Jack comments.

“Leave us alone.” You shove Jack who topples. The boys around laugh at the sight of Jack splayed out on the ice. You send your younger brother a smirk, “Get better Jackie-boy.”

As morning skate finished, your co-worker called for you and your brothers to pose for a picture. Then you pulled Nico in for the picture. Making sure to get Dawson to take one on your phone to allow you to send the picture to your parents.

“Welcome to the Devils,” Jack says once more.

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