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we can clearly tell who the third wheel is… it’s me 😔 i’m the third wheel @isaadore @lilhughesy

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thank you for the tag @isaadore ! this was so fun!

your piccrew character + last song you listened to

🖇️ tags: @stormsies @lilhughesy

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hi liv! i’ve been desperately yearning for jack as always. hby?

hi nonnie, i’m also forever yearning for our boy jack, i love him so so much.

i’m okay though! just very busy with work and life lately 🥹

i hope you’ve been doing well recently!

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i love uuuuu💐💝💕💝🫂🫂 i hope u had an amazing day liv😚😚

I LOVE YOU EVEN MORE 🥹💞

so sorry for not responding to this sooner, i leave for my trip on wednesday so have been preparing for that

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i miss you guys ☹️

how are you?? please fill me in

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only you — j. hughes

an — inspired by this tweet. jack looked too good yesterday

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the hotel room door clicked shut behind you both, drowning out the noise of fanatics fest, leaving only the soft hum of the air conditioner and jack’s dramatic groan as he flopped onto the bed like he’d just lost a playoff series.

“i’m never trusting a barber in this city again,” he muttered, face buried in the duvet, hair sticking out in sad, uneven tufts.

you leaned back against the door, crossing your arms, the hem of your denim mini skirt brushing the tops of your thighs. the cropped top you wore shifted as you exhaled slowly, fighting the grin tugging at your lips.

“jack, it’s really not that—”

he turned his head just enough to glare at you with one eye. “don’t. lie.”

your grin slipped out before you could stop it. “okay. it’s… kinda tragic.”

“thank you. so supportive,” he groaned, rolling onto his back and staring at the ceiling like it held all of life’s answers. “i need a hat. i’m wearing a hat. no one can see this.”

you pushed off the door and sauntered over, dropping onto the edge of the bed. “you’re not wearing a hat, jack. you’re not your gorgeous hair.”

he lifted his head just enough to eye you, gaze dragging down your legs, over the curve of your waist where your top revealed a sliver of skin. “you’re really gonna sit there looking like that and expect me to focus on my hair?”

you smirked. “stop deflecting. sit up.”

with a sigh, he did as told, leaning against the headboard. you knelt between his legs, fingers threading through his hair, trying to salvage what you could. his hands, as if on instinct, slid up your sides, thumbs brushing just under the hem of your top, before gliding down to rest on your bare thighs.

“you’re distracting me,” you said, trying to sound stern but your voice softened under his touch.

he grinned lazily. “not my fault you look this good while playing hairstylist.”

you rolled your eyes and focused on your task, parting his hair down the middle, smoothing it so it framed his face, soft and boyish — like your own personal ‘90s heartthrob.

“there,” you said, sitting back on your heels to admire your work. “better.”

he gave a mock serious nod. “so what you’re saying is, you want me looking hot for other women tonight?”

your hands froze. your breath hitched just barely, but he caught it, his smirk growing.

your eyes narrowed, and before he could react, you ruffled his hair. hard. the neat part was gone, replaced by a mess of soft waves sticking out in all directions.

“you wish, hughes,” you snapped, pushing off the bed and standing, brushing your hands down your skirt like you were wiping off the irritation. “find your hat. maybe i do want to cover that stupid hair.”

jack threw his head back and laughed — loud, genuine, the kind that always made your chest ache because you loved it so much, even when you wanted to strangle him.

“oh my god, you are mad!” he said, eyes bright, grin wide. “you’re actually mad! this is great. you’re so hot when you’re mad.”

that only made your scowl deepen as you turned your back on him, arms crossed, stomping toward the tiny table by the window.

“stop laughing at me, jack,” you said, voice dripping with petty indignation.

he didn’t. if anything, he laughed harder, pushing off the bed to follow you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

you tried to stay annoyed, but his voice was soft now, warm and low, and his arms around you felt too good.

you huffed, leaning back into him despite yourself. “you’re an idiot.”

“but atleast i’m yours.”

you rolled your eyes, but your lips curved in spite of yourself.

you stayed facing the window, arms crossed tight over your chest, pretending to admire the view when really your reflection in the glass betrayed you — lips pursed, brow furrowed, cheeks flushed with that mix of jealousy and affection you could never quite untangle when it came to jack.

behind you, he moved quietly at first, like he thought he could sneak up without you noticing. but you felt the shift in the room, the warmth of him as he stepped close.

“baby,” he said again, voice lower now, playful but careful, like he was treading the line between teasing and making it up to you. his hands found your waist, thumbs brushing soft circles against your sides. “i was joking.”

you didn’t respond, not right away, letting the silence stretch.

but then he dipped his head, nose brushing your hair aside so his lips could graze just below your ear, soft and deliberate, like he knew exactly how to break down your walls.

“you really think i care what anyone else thinks?” he murmured, voice warm enough to melt steel. “i’ve got you, my beautiful, jealous, possessive girlfriend that’s all i want.”

you swallowed hard, trying to hold on to your indignation. his arms tightened around you, pulling you back against his chest. the heat of him, the familiar weight of his chin resting on your shoulder — it was too easy to lean into it, too easy to forget you were supposed to be mad.

“you’re an idiot,” you muttered, but it came out softer than you intended.

he smiled against your skin. “your idiot.”

you rolled your eyes even as your lips betrayed you, curving up at the corners. but you weren’t letting him off that easy.

“doesn’t mean you’re off the hook,” you grumbled, though you let your hands drop to rest over his where they were splayed on your stomach.

he hummed, kissing the spot below your jaw, then lower, trailing slow, apologetic kisses down your neck. “what if i said you’re the only one i want looking at me tonight?”

you didn’t answer. you couldn’t, not when he was doing that.

“what if i said i don’t care about my hair, or the attention, or anything else?” his lips curved into a grin against your skin. “just want you, mad or not.”

you sighed, your resolve slipping. “you’re so annoying.”

“and you love me anyway.”

his hands slid up, palms warm against your ribs, thumbs brushing just under your top again, this time slower, more tender. his nose nudged your temple, his breath soft on your cheek.

“come on, baby,” he whispered. “don’t be mad. you’re too pretty to pout.”

you turned in his arms finally, letting him see the stubborn glint still in your eyes, but also the affection that no amount of teasing could hide.

“fine,” you said, poking his chest. “but you owe me. big time.”

he grinned, leaning down to steal a quick kiss. “deal. whatever you want. just don’t stay mad. i can’t make it through the day— you’re too hot when you’re mad, it’s distracting.”

and just like that, your fake annoyance crumbled, replaced by a laugh you tried and failed to smother as he kissed you again, deeper this time, hands framing your face like he wanted to memorize the feel of you.

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SO CUTE U GOT ME BLUSHING SO HARD RN

°•*⁀➷ YOU & LUKE — umich hockey au blurb

you missed

warnings! drunk!reader, mentions of underaged alcohol consumption, alcohol intoxication, slightly suggestive!

It wasn’t like you didn’t drink, because that would be a lie considering the large amounts of parties you attended. However, it had been a while since you’ve gotten this drunk. It was going to be a fun night at the frats with Mark, Ethan, and Dylan. But you lost count after 4 drinks, but something about the music playing at the party along with the sweet taste of the coolers seemed to be the perfect combination for the night.

Luke had gotten out from the drivers seat to meet Ethan, who had practically handed you to him before disappearing back to the party crowd. You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck, stumbling and nearly falling into him before he caught you,

“You came!” You exclaimed as Luke’s arm wrapped around your waist to keep you upright.

“You asked me to,” Luke chuckled as he carefully opened the passenger door for you, “Ready to head out?”

You hummed as he helped you settle into your seat and your head dropped back against the headrest, “Mhm, I’m a bit drunk.”

Luke rolled his eyes in amusement while reaching over your lap to fasten your seatbelt, “I can tell.”

A smile drew upon your lips, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, my pretty girl,” He said softly before kissing your temple. He slowly retracted, getting ready to close your car door, “Watch your feet.”

You nodded as he shut the door and made his way to get back into the drivers seat. Luke started the car, putting on his open seat belt as he scrolled through his phone, trying to find the right song to play for the short car ride.

He glanced up to see a small frown on your face, “What’s wrong?” He asked with a slight grin etched on his own.

“You missed!” You told him, like the answer was obvious.

His eyebrows raised, “Missed… what?”

“You’re supposed to kiss me, not my hair,” You explained to him with your finger pointing to your lips.

“Oh, I’m sorry baby,” He chuckled before reaching over the centre console, “Let me fix that for you.”

His larger hand cupped your cheek before going to tilt your chin towards his face, “Hi,”

You giggled while staring at his blue eyes, “Hi,”

The smallest, yet sweetest, smile made its way on his face before he brought his face closer to yours. His lips met yours in a gentle kiss. You melted into his touch as your hand ran through his curls, you figured that he must’ve just brushed his teeth with how his lips tasted like mint.

He pulled away ever so slightly, “Better?”

“Hmm,” You paused, “I think I might need another to make up for the one you messed up on.”

Luke let out a breathy laugh before leaning down to kiss you again, “Alright that’s enough for now, let’s go back to my place and we can do a lot more of that there.”

“Only kissing?” You teased as you settled back into your seat.

He pulled away from the curb and back onto the street, before giving you a quick yet knowing look, “You know that answer to that.”

Your cheeks turned a light shade of pink as another giggle slipped past your lips, “Thank you for getting me, Lukey.”

“You know that I’ll always come get you no matter what, baby.” He told you as his right hand rested on your upper thigh and the other staying on the wheel.

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I’ve always loved this shot. Jack’s beautiful here. Jackie boy baby blue.

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i was really rooting for them you guys, so sad to see things fall apart 😖 @isaadore @lilhughesy

are u and hallie still friends? because i never see u guys interacting anymore in each others inboxs and u guys used to do that all the time :(

nooo omg we recently had a falling out 😕😕 same with liv but friends come and go 🫶🏻

cyber bullying is a real issue !

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Hi Andy! Happy 1 year birthday!!! Could I order a cappuccino with peppermint (neighbors) for Quinn Hughes please?

warning: use of y/n

“You’re ruthless, Y/N,” Quinn says conversationally in the elevator as you both return to your respective apartments after a long day of work.

You furrow your brow. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I ran into another one of your guys on my way out this morning,” Quinn says. “I assume you kicked him out the second he tried to get another round going?”

“You need to stop talking to my hookups, it encourages them to come back,” you tell him resolutely.

“It’s rude if I don’t talk to them when they recognize me first,” Quinn points out. “Then I just look like a dick. It reflects badly on the team.”

“Oh, heaven forbid,” you scoff. “The golden boy of the Canucks can’t get a bad rap.”

“You know, we wouldn’t have this problem if you were hooking up with me,” Quinn says. “The offer’s still on the table.”

“How generous of you,” you reply, making sure Quinn sees the way you roll your eyes. “But once again, I’m going to have to decline.”

“Come on,” Quinn goads. “I know those mirror selfies you send me with your hair all messy and a man’s big shirt on this body isn’t just for my voyeuristic pleasure.”

“Well, you never bring anybody home,” you reply. The elevator doors open to your floor and you and Quinn step out. “I can’t have the Canucks losing because you’re so pent up.”

“Have you ever thought that I go over to the girl’s place instead of inviting her to mine?” Quinn queries.

You snort out a laugh. “I can hear your snoring through the vent in my bathroom. You’re always in that apartment, sleeping the night away.”

“And jerking off in the mornings to pretty pictures of the one girl who keeps turning me down,” Quinn replies. You like that he’s able to keep up with your wit. “Then I have to meet the guy who made her come the night before.”

“Again, you don’t have to talk to them,” you say. You’re at your door, digging for your keys in your purse.

Quinn hovers nearby, although his door is at the end of the hall. “I’d kill for a chance with you, Y/N.”

“Keep dreaming, D-man,” you bid with a knowing smile, fitting your key in your door and turning the lock. “Now that I know you like my pictures so much, maybe I’ll send you something better tonight. My next suitor has pretty brown hair like yours– maybe you can pretend it’s you.”

“I’m going to convince you one day, Y/N.”

He waves lamely when you shut the door and for the first time, Quinn Hughes opens your Snapchat as soon as you send it that night. He dares to give you a show of his own, too, although you don’t end up opening the video until you’re about to shower the following morning.

His cock is certainly impressive, you’ll give him that. You think you’ll have to work late tonight to avoid meeting his smirk and attentive gaze in the elevator. Quinn may get lucky with you sooner than he thinks.

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thanks for the tag isaaaa <3

no pressure!!! @stormsies @laceyhearts

found a fun little personality test!

i am open tagging as always bc i wanna see everyone’s results!!!!!!

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thank u @isaadore for the tag!

fic trope this or that:

coffee shop or flower girl | au or fix-it | enemies to lovers or childhood friends | angst or fluff | love at first sight or pining | modern au or historical au | break up & make up or proposal & wedding | get together or established relationship | soulmates or unrequited | fake dating or secret dating | obvious pining or domestic fluff | hurt/comfort or crack | meet the parents or meet cute

no pressure tags: @stormsies @cuteandhughesy

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all the hughes brothers content has me yearningggg omg

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Reblog to give prev the power to write their fanfiction

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I love having mutuals. #myfriends<3

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LUKE THAT WAS HOT ‼️