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✨ let's hear it for nico's boy ✨

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let’s go baby!

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chipmunk jack <3

the wonderfully amazing @1386 created this beautiful artwork to go along with my fic boys will be (chipmunks)

this is for @raisesomehellfest

NicoJack / 4.9k / animal transformation

Ellen always knew what to look out for if she began to turn. The headache, the tingling in her arm, the blurry vision. But she never experienced it, not a single time. She thought maybe it was a one off, a random blip in her family history. Walking into her son’s room and finding a small chipmunk proved her wrong on that count.

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Sometimes when Jack is stressed, he turns into a chipmunk.

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may i interest anyone in some jacky boy propaganda?

he loves his brothers so much!! he was filming lukey signing their picture yesterday!

snack time!!!

he pouts so often. so so often

he somehow almost always has sweater paws

he’s an ipad kid!!!

he giggles all the time (especially when he says pp)

he’s a yapper. he loves his boys so much

his favorite things is to hang with the fellas

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NEW JERSEY DEVILS PLAYOFF HOCKEY!!!!

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i met ellen and jim last night and i’m still in shock. i took a selfie with ellen and we talked about texas🥺

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today is my nicojackiversary (woooo!! one year of loving nicojack!!!) so i figured i would post the ppyellowgato posts i’ve created in the past month

i am ALSO in jersey for the hughesbowl, so many things to celebrate with this post!!

alexander holtz, the grown son of nicojack who went back in time so he could play hockey with his dads

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obviously i had to bring back jack posting about nico on his burner account to celebrate nico’s birthday

26!!!!

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as of 12/19/24 jack hughes has fallen 100 times this season.

triple digits for jack boy!!! he’s SO REAL FOR THAT!!

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for the spotify wrapped!

64, nicojack🫶🏼🫶🏼

a new world hangs, outside the window // beautiful and strange

nicojack, childhood next door neighbours au

The stones make an almost tinny noise as they hit the metal fence panels in rapid succession, thrown hard from Jack's clenched fist. Plink, plink, plink, like hail against the roof of the school bus last November, the breeze as biting now as it had been then. In the air around him, his breath forms clouds, as tiny needles of cold prick against the skin of his cheeks.

"The ground is frozen!" Luke calls from somewhere at the bottom of the garden, "How are the worms gonna' get out?"

Jack wishes he were a worm, buried deep in the soil. He'd probably be fucking warmer there. But-

Go play outside, guys, Mom had asked them, Dad and I need to talk.

The tightness in her tone had let Jack know it wasn't a good idea to argue that their hands would freeze, and it wasn't like he wanted to draw Dad's attention to the fact he'd lost his gloves, anyway. It was better to be out of the house for these 'conversations' between his parents.

"Cut it out," Quinn says now as Jack lifts another full fistful of stones into the air, ready to aim and launch. "You can't be throwing shit at the house. Someone lives there now."

Jack scoffs, biting down the urge to taunt, I'm telling Mom you swore where Luke can hear.

It's true, he saw the moving trucks yesterday just the same as Quinn and Luke. The three of them, heads pressed together and peering through the foggy window as Mom said with forced cheerfulness that maybe there would be new kids for them to play with now.

But he'd also seen the way the lady who got out of one of the vans scowled at the peeling paint of the porch as she picked at it with her thumb. Once she realises this shitty neighbourhood can't be fixed with a new coat of duck egg blue, she'll pack all her family's shit right back up and fuck off.

The only people who stick around are the people that are born here.

"It's not the house," he says petulantly. "It's the fence. Our side of it, too, so I can do what I want."

Quinn rolls his eyes, but to Jack's surprise doesn't argue. Just turns and stalks off in the direction of Luke and his worms.

Jack keeps throwing.

It's a game he plays with himself when he's not in the mood to join in with his brothers. How many times can he hit the same dented spot on one of the posts- one point each-, how many times can he aim perfectly so the rocks slip into the garden next door between the gap in the panels- five points each-, and how many-

"My mum has asked why you are throwing rocks into our garden."

The words startle Jack from his point tally, and on instinct he takes a step backwards, hands stuffing guiltily into the pocket of his jeans as though to hide evidence, like it's not too late for that now.

The voice is deep, thick with an accent Jack can't place. It makes it a shock to see a boy, not much older than himself, stepping out of the house and towards the fence when Jack looks up.

"I told her I would come to ask you," he is continuing, shaking long strands of dark hair out of his eyes, as though to get a better look at Jack, the way Jack is stepping forward again to get one in return. "To make sure it's not a sign that you are unhappy with your new-"

He breaks off for a moment, as though trying to find the word for neighbours in English.

"Friends," is what he settles on instead.

To Jack's surprise, the boy's expression is- Amused. Dark eyebrows quirked into a show of friendly curiosity like Jack is the new, shiny thing on the block to puzzle out, and not the other way around. At the same time, it's almost like this is an old joke shared between them and not the first time they're meeting.

"It's a game," Jack finds himself saying, in place of the apology he should make. "Like- Um. How many I can get through the gaps, and shit."

The boy's head tilts minutely to the left, like he's considering. It bares his neck, showing off the slope of it, and for a moment Jack finds his eyes catching there. The same way they might catch on Lexi Blaire when she makes the same move sitting three seats in front of him in history class.

He shakes the thought away.

"Okay," the boy says simply, before crouching down in the grass on his side of the fence. Before Jack can wonder what it is he's doing, he's lifting his hand and-

The rock sails through the panels, landing at the toe of Jack's sneakers. He looks slowly between it, and the boy's face. At the bottom of the garden, Luke and Quinn have fallen silent, and Jack can feel their eyes on the two of them.

"How many points?" The boy asks.

The laugh is startled out of Jack's lungs, hard enough in the bitter air to hurt.

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send me a number 1-100 and I’ll write you a lil fic based on the song it corresponds to in my Spotify wrapped!!

(pls reblog and join in if you wanna)

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bringing this back tonight bc of a certain someone’s two goals and assist against the rags!

and another certain someone CUTTING HIS HAIR!!!!

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njd@nyi | 09.11.24

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as of 11/9/24 jack hughes as fallen 21 times this season.

three point night and a dick trick worth of falls for jacky boy!!!!

congratulations jack hughes for scoring the OT winner & also for falling four times in a single game (season high)

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as of 10/27/24 jack hughes has fallen 13 times this season.

oh how i have missed you, devils wins. in order to celebrate the slutfest, jack is officially at nico number falls this season!!!