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You’re so insanely talented!!!

thank uuuu my lovely anon who asked me to see my mikko 🤲🤲 here he is!

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how your email finds me

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STOP IM CACKLING. HIS HAIR WINGS ARENT HELPING EITHER AHAHAHAHAHAH

SHUT UP, MY HAUNTED SHOW IS ON.

(Vancouver Canucks @ NY Islanders, Mar 26, 2025)

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Tyler seguin is fine as fuuuuuuuck oh my god

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I miss mush sm already:((( bring him back 😭

the way he glances at him at the end is so funny

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Waittttt I’m obsessed because as a pop punk lover Tyler would 10000% be an ex lead singer of a broken up band turned bar owner. I see the vibes. ESPECIALLY YOUNGER TYLER SEGUIN?!?

introducing the people who don't normally get introductions... the supporting members to The Flying Stars and Sophomore Slump !

flying stars character sheets

sophomore slump character sheets

band au tag

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WAIT HES SUCH A CUTIE PATOOTIE OMG

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NO HIS HAIRRRRR

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My Pinoy king ✨

jrob21... GOAT of scoring while not even looking

vgk@dal 01.24.25

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oh MY GOD SHE IS STUNNING!!!!! They’re such an attractive couple omg

newlyweds !!

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Awwww Miro got married 🥹 congrats king

some current and former stars finns having fun at the heiskanen wedding!

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WAIT I WAS HOPING HE WAS GONNA HAVE A BOY. He give such boy dad energy. MUSH I MISS YOU ALREADY OMG CONGRATULATIONS!!!

lexymarchment | 07.27.25

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Awooga daughter or shakalaka son

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Everytime that first photo (top left) comes across my screen I am reminded at how pretty this guy is. Idk I don’t really pay attention to jack all that much but he’s so pretty idk idk

the pictures i'm going to show my dentist when i get composite bonding

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I think life would be so much better if I knew how to convert a wattpad book into a pdf. I just want it on my kindle without ads 😭

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Wow congrats to the lucky woman who gets to marry Quinn irl. Would love for that to be me but I’m average height, curly brunette height, and I’m currently fat💀💀 it won’t be me unfortunately

EVERYTHING OR NOTHING AT ALL

pairing: quinn hughes x fem!reader

genre: romance, fluff, light angst.

warnings: emotional honesty, slight angst, mentions of past relationships, soft fluff, long-term relationship themes. ends with comfort, clarity, and love.

summary: you’ve never dated a hockey player before… until quinn hughes. almost a year in, you know exactly what you want with quinn was marriage, a family, a real future. so over a quiet dinner, you finally lay it all on the table. it’s everything… or nothing at all.

fia’s note: this idea was inspired by a tiktok video of nara smith talking on a podcast. at first, i thought about using jack for this concept, but then i figured why not quinn? but if you’d like to read a jack hughes version of this idea, just let me know!

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You’d never thought you’d date a hockey player.

It wasn’t that you had anything against them… well, maybe just a little. There was something about the stories that always floated around like locker room talk, groupies in hotel lobbies, girlfriends crying over canceled plans and DMs that weren’t meant to be seen.

That just wasn’t the life you envisioned for yourself. You were a ‘quiet weekends, home-cooked meals, sleepy Sunday mornings’ kind of girl. You’d always known your biggest dream wasn’t flashing lights or fame, it was family. Kids. Stability. Something real. Something that would last.

So no, dating a professional athlete had never been on your bingo card.

But then Quinn Hughes came.

Soft-spoken. Observant. The kind of guy who remembered your coffee order after one date and never forgot it again. The kind of guy who would text your mother happy birthday without being reminded. The kind of guy who would get quiet when he was overwhelmed, not out of distance but because he was trying to find the right words.

You met him through a mutual friend, and you almost didn’t go that night. You’d had a long week, and you didn’t expect to talk to anyone, let alone him. But there he was, tucked into a corner of the bar, wearing a backwards hat and you swear your world tilted just slightly.

It was supposed to be casual. Maybe even temporary.

And yet, here you were ten months later, his favorite hoodie in your laundry basket, his toothbrush in your bathroom, his voice the one you wanted to hear last before bed.

But lately, you’d been thinking about the future a lot. Not in a dreamy, far-off kind of way. In a very real, very ticking clock kind of way.

You weren’t trying to rush anything. You weren’t that girl. But you were also honest with him and with yourself. You weren’t dating just to pass the time. You weren’t trying this out just for fun. You were in. You had fallen hard for this boy with soft hands and tired eyes and a heart far too big for the world he lived in.

And you needed to know if he felt the same.

You’d invited him over for dinner. Just a regular Tuesday night. You made pasta with garlic, olive oil, some chicken. Quinn sat at the counter while you cooked, legs stretched out, scrolling on his phone and occasionally glancing up just to smile at you.

He looked good. He kept calling you ‘chef’ every time you stirred the pot, and once when you dropped a fork, he leaned over and said.

“That’s minus ten points for presentation, but I’ll let it slide since you’re cute.”

You laughed. You always laughed with him.

But your stomach twisted anyway.

Because after dinner, you knew you were going to have the talk.

You sat across from eachother at your tiny dining table. Plates empty. Glasses of water half-full. He was talking about something from practice, how one of the rookies tripped trying to hop the boards but you weren’t listening, not really.

You were watching him.

And wondering if he had any idea just how much of your heart he held.

“Quinn,” you said softly.

He paused. “Yeah?”

“I have something to tell you.”

His expression changed immediately, his posture straightened, his phone went face-down, and he turned fully toward you, concern in his eyes.

“Anything, babe.”

You hesitated. You didn’t want to ruin the night. But this had been sitting on your chest for weeks, and it was getting harder to breathe around it.

“You know I take our relationship really seriously,” you said, fingers tracing the edge of your napkin.

“I know you do,” he said gently, not blinking.

You nodded slowly, trying to find the courage.

“So… I just need to say this out loud. It’s either this ends in marriage… or we end it now.”

He blinked once. Then again. His lips parted slightly.

You pushed forward.

“I’m not saying I expect a ring tomorrow. I’m just… I’m not going to keep investing my time and energy if this isn’t going somewhere. Like really somewhere. I’ve always known I wanted a family. Kids. That kind of life. I don’t want to be with someone who sees this as just… temporary.”

There. It was out.

Your throat burned. Your heart beat loud in your ears.

You couldn’t look at him.

Until suddenly, his voice broke the quiet.

“You think I don’t already see forever with you?”

Your head snapped up.

He was still sitting there, still facing you, only now his eyes looked glassy, like your words had shaken something loose inside him.

“You’re the only person I’ve ever dated who actually makes me want to slow down and stay,” he said.

“Like really stay. I’ve done the whole… superficial thing. And yeah, I’ve dated girls who looked good in pictures, but none of that ever felt real. You feel real. This, us, feels like the only thing in my life that doesn’t disappear when the season ends.”

You said nothing.

He stood up then, walked around the table, and knelt next to your chair, resting his hands on your thighs.

“I want what you want,” he whispered.

“I want to build something. A house. A family. I want your name on the mailbox and your shoes by the door. I want you pregnant and laughing and pissed at me for forgetting the diapers. I want all of it with you.”

You burst into tears.

Ugly, relieved, overwhelmed tears. You didn’t even mean to but his arms were around you the second your face crumpled, his hand smoothing down your back as you buried your face in his shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled.

“Don’t be,” he whispered.

“Thank you for telling me. I needed to hear it.”

“You scared me a little,” he admitted quietly.

“Good,” you said, lips against his neck.

“You’re lucky I didn’t have a PowerPoint.”

He laughed, a low rumble you felt in your bones.

“I’m gonna marry you,” he said suddenly.

Your heart paused.

“What?”

“I’m not saying when,” he murmured.

“But I am. One day. I’ll ask you. And you’re gonna say yes. And we’re gonna do all of it.”

This wasn’t just a moment of reassurance. It was a promise. You didn’t need a ring on your finger that night. You had something better.

His word.

And Quinn Hughes had never broken a promise in his life.

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Same! I’m in the same situation and I’m living w my mom rn because I’m in school. But as soon as I’m out im getting a bonded pair of adult cats :)

*sobbing*

I WANT A CAT SO BADDDDDDDDD 😭😭😭