#Lukey boy

[a-g-u-s-t-d1432]

Awww big brother Jack

Just saw this video on TikTok and I legit almost if not did just melt. This video is so damn cute :)

I love the fact that they are sitting the same way just melts my heart even more 🦋🩵

[sweetestcaptainhughes]

This photo every time I see it makes me laugh. But I swear every time I see it I notice something new. Like why does no one talk about how Luke has him own headphones and Jack is in the back sharing his earbuds with someone. 🤣 Like Luke in this photo is screaming “I’m a baby and I get what I want” energy and I love that for him.

[ijustdontlikepeople]

when the chat’s too fast

[cawnecny]

LUKEY BOY❗❗

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[grungothe2st]

LOVE WINS🇮🇹 🇮🇹 🇮🇹 🇮🇹

[quintinh43]

Washing their back/hair in the shower.

oooo i could see luke loving his girlfriend washing his hair and she always does he curl routine for him

Toast my love 🥹 Thank you for requesting

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The buzzer blared through the speakers of the TV, and you winced. The devils lost 5-4 in a shootout. Luke looked absolutely exhausted in his post game interview. It ticked you off a little that they made him do them so often. It's like they forgot he was a rookie sometimes.

Lukey The Loml: Be at urs in 20

You: Ok, drive safe love. See you in 20 ❤️

You paced around your apartment anxiously while you waited. You heard his footsteps in the hall, and before he even had a chance to stick his key in the lock, you were flinging the door open and holding your arms out to him.

Luke stepped over the threshold of the door, dropped his bag, and collapsed into your arms with a sigh. The height difference has him hunching over awkwardly for him to bury his face against your neck. His arms lock around your waist, and he sighs, melting further into the warmth of your body.

You card your fingers through his curls, fingers catching on all the knots from wearing his helmet for so long. You tug him further into your apartment, kicking the door shut as you go. He doesn't protest when you lead him to the bathroom and detangle him from your embrace to turn on the shower.

"You played so well, my darling boy," you say softly, helping him strip.

He gives you a tired smile, "Thanks, baby."

You make quick work of your own clothing and pull him into the shower. He groans, rolling his shoukders as the hot water hits his back. "Fuck I'm tired," he mutters attempting to run a hand through his hair. His fingers catch on the tangles, and he grunts frustratedly, yanking at his hair.

"Sit down, darling, I got you," you say, tugging his hand from his hair gently, and guiding him to sit on the shower seat, he does so without complaint, closing his eyes and ducking his head under the hot stream of water. He rests his hands on your hips, rubbing gentle circles with the pads of his thumbs.

You pop open the shampoo bottle, squirting some in your palms and lathering it up. The scent of coconut and vanilla melds with the steam, and your fingers delve into his curls once again, massaging at his scalp expertly. He melts against you with a happy sigh, his forehead resting against your torso.

Luke will never get tired of having you wash his hair, and honestly, you'll never get tired of washing it for him. Your fingers move in gentle cirlcles from the top of his head to his temples to the back of his neck. You detach the shower head and rinse the shampoo out of his hair before reaching for the conditioner.

You spread it all over your palms and drag your hands through the ends of his hair, working out all the knots with practiced ease. Luke had never been a post game ritual guy. As long as he had a shower, snack, and got to sleep, he was good. Until you came along, with your whirlwind of hair products and showed him the wonders of having his hair washed by another person.

Now, whenever he had the opportunity, he pulled you into the shower with him and made you wash and style his hair. You scrub him down gently and rinse out the conditioner. If he notices the floral scent of the body wash, rather than whatever the fuck Night panther smells like, he doesn't comment. Although you know he likes your bodywash better.

You hand Luke a towel and wrap one around yourself before padding to the bedroom and grabbing a change of clothes for the pair of you. Sweats and a hoodie for Luke, and one of his sweat shirts and shorts for yourself.

Luke takes the change of clothes from you and plants a kiss on your temples, "Thank you, baby."

As soon as the two of you are clothed, Luke is hoisting you onto the bathroom counter and standing between your legs patiently, his hands rest on your thighs, tracing shapes absent-mindedly. You lock your legs around his hips, ensuring he's as close as possible while you run product through his still wet hair.

Leave in conditioner, scrunch, then gel and scrunch again.

You twirl a couple of wonky looking curls around your finger to make them coil neatly. You twist around to wash the product off your hands and then pull him in for a sweet kiss. Luke kisses you back softly, cupping your face with so much care that it makes your heart gooey in your chest.

You pull away, panting softly as you rest your forehead against his. "Come on, i'll make you a snack and we'll cuddle on the couch and watch a movie. Ok?"

Luke can't resist pressing another kiss to your lips, hoping he can pour all the love he feels into it. "Thanks for making me feel better."

"It's nothing darling, that's what I'm here for," you shrug.

"I love you so much," he murmurs, pressing fluttering kisses to your cheeks, "more than I have words for,"

Your cheeks warm, and you smile shyly.

"I love you too, my darling, with my whole heart."

[imperatorrrrr]

Rapid Fire w/Nico Hischier

Q: Besides the Devils, which team improved the most last season? A: I think Nashville

Q: Why? A: I mean, they definitely have some great additions, and overall they were a pretty good team last year. So they've gotten some really experienced players and some even more experienced players. I think they've improved a lot.

Q: Has there ever been a Nico Hischier Night at the Rock? A: No, I don't think so. I mean, I once had a Nico and Chico Resch Bobblehead Night.

Q: Let's say you get your own dedicated evening and you get to choose the giveaway. What would it be? A: I would make it so that everyone gets a really good Swiss chocolate.

Q: Is there a particular brand? A: Ragusa or Ovaltine

Q: Not Tolberone? A: No, you can get that everywhere. That doesn't count. But I like it too.

Q: Which athlete inspired you the most as a child? A: I would say Roger Federer. Pretty easy answer for a Swiss. I think he probably inspired a lot of people.

Q: Name one teammate that will surprise people this season. A: Jesper Bratt. It just feels like every summer or every season he has another (big) year. I can also name Luke Hughes. I think he's worked really hard this summer and is ready for his second year, so I'd say Luke as well.

Q: What talent of another player's do you wish you had? Probably Jack's (Hughes) smooth hands. They're pretty smooth, like always, not loud and just smooth.

Q: You probably mentor some of the younger players now. When you came into the league, which teammate was your mentor? A: When I came to the Devils, there were a lot of older players and I had some great mentors. Obviously, Andy Greene, our captain at the time, was one of the players I looked up to. I also remember Brian Boyle being there with me. And of course Travis Zajac, who's been with the Devils for a very long time. For me as a center and also for him as a center, I always watched his game and learned from him, especially the way he always played in our own zone. I think he was at a top level in the D-zone for many years and still created offense. He was definitely an inspiration to me as well, especially watching him on the faceoffs.

Q: What is the next non-hockey trip you would like to take? A: A private trip to Costa Rica.

Q: Is this going to happen or is this just a plan? A: Just a plan.

Q: What's something most people don't know about New Jersey or the Tri-State Area? A: That we have great bagels. Everyone knows that.

Q: What don't the Swiss know about New Jersey? A: Swiss probably don't know much about New Jersey at all. [Neither did I when I was younger.] Jersey has a lot to offer. Jersey has its beaches. Jersey also has its nature and yes, it has all that. The location on the east coast is very good. In Jersey you will find what you are looking for.

Q: Who is the most disciplined nutritionist on the Devils? A: Probably Bratter.

Q: What does he do? A: He's just a super healthy guy. He knows what he eats and what gives him energy, and he's just a very intelligent person when it comes to what he puts in his body and what he does with his body. Yes, he's worked hard on himself and knows a lot.

Q: What is the best rivalry in the NHL today? A: I would say New York Rangers versus New Jersey Devils. I'll take that.

Q: Unfortunately Switzerland won't be playing in the 4-nation face-off. Will you still be watching and who will you be picking? A: Yes, I will be watching on the beach somewhere. I will definitely be watching and it should be really interesting games because they are all great, great teams. They will all have very good teams. I'm probably picking USA. It's hard to pick one team because every team is obviously very strong.

Q: Maybe watch from the beach in Costa Rica? A: Maybe...maybe

[lukenewtonlove]

Hungry boi 😋

[f0und-heaven]

setting the scene

luke hughes x fem!reader

summary: just as everything is going wrong, and you feel like the universe has something against you, you meet a certain someone who changes your point of view

warnings: harrassment, a little bit of cursing, shitty writing

word count: 2.3k

i hope you enjoy this, my first piece of writing.

of course you were familiar with the idea of karma.

in theory, you always thought it was a great way of thinking. if you put good into the world, you'd get something back. 

so you always tried your hardest to make other people happy, give them the benefit of the doubt, not only in hopes that you'd be rewarded, but also because you truly wanted the best for others.

but over time, you lost faith in the idea, as it seemed that no matter how well you treated other people, how much good you put out into the world, nothing ever came back to you, at least not for long. 

the night had started out great, you'd already downed a few drinks, and you and your friends were having the time of your lives dancing to "today's top hits." 

but of course with your luck, something had to go wrong.

some girl who'd obviously had more drinks than she could handle, decided it would be a good idea to walk through the dance floor with multiple full glasses in hand. it goes without saying that she ended up spilling the contents of her cups, straight down your dress, the cold liquid freezing against your hot skin.

only when you went to wash the stain out did you remember that you were wearing a tight white dress, which, in your current situation, was practically see through.

logic told you it would've been a good idea for you to leave at that point, but instead, you opted that you didn't want to ruin your friend's nights, so you decided to stay for just a bit longer.

eventually, your dress dried, and the stain was just barely visible, for which you were extremely grateful. 

spotting the nearly empty glasses in all of your friends' hands, you decided to be nice and go grab another round of drinks. this was your second mistake.

the intoxicated people dancing all around you made you uncomfortable, and by the time you had told the bartender what you wanted, you were jittery and uneasy. within seconds, a man who had to be at least ten years older than you took a seat on the stool closest to you, despite the fact that nearly all of the others were vacant.

you shot him a polite smile before opening up your phone and scrolling through instagram, but you were all too aware of the fact that his gaze was burning a hole through the side of your head. 

again, logic pleaded with you to just leave right then and there, you knew your friends would understand, but being the people-pleaser you were, you still persisted on staying and waiting for your drinks. 

"you here all alone, eh?" his words had your heart beating hard in your chest. 

damn you, universe, you thought. why couldn't you just let me have one good night?

"no, i'm here with my friends," you replied nervously before adding quickly, "and my boyfriend." it was obvious you were lying, but you were grasping for straws just to get him to stop talking to you.

"it's alright, no need to lie to me." though his words themselves weren't especially threatening, the look on his face and the way he spoke made you on edge. he continued to stare at you, awaiting a response. he placed a hand on your thigh.

you'd had enough, so you slipped off your chair and began to walk away, when you felt a hand on your wrist. 

"what's wrong, baby? i didn't even do anything," he asked, an irritated look on his face.

you tried again to take your hand out of his clutches, but to no avail. you told him to let go, to stop, but he didn't care, simply tightening his grasp on your arm and insisting that you stay and "wait for your drinks."

praying to whatever higher being that the bartender would come back soon and see the unfortunate situation you were in, you looked around desperately, only to find that no one was paying attention to what was going on. 

what did i do to you to deserve this? you bargained with the universe, who left your question seemingly unanswered, silence left in its wake.

a second later, you jolted at the feeling of large hands grabbing onto your shoulders from behind you, and felt someone's head rest atop yours. you turned around in fear, and found yourself eyeing a boy who had to be around your age with curly hair and green eyes, peering right back down at you. 

you expected him to leave once he saw your face and realized he didn't know who you were, but instead he continued to look at you, smiling sincerely.  the man from before immediately dropped your wrist.

"hey angel," the boy beamed down at you. 

"hi…babe?" you responded hesitantly, leaning into him once you realized this was no mistake, the curly haired boy was helping you out. 

his arms found their way around your shoulders, hugging you from behind.

"is this guy bothering you or something?" he asked, picking up your bruising wrist delicately, and turning his attention to the older guy who seemed feeble compared to your saviour.

"no, no bro, i didn't do anything. i swear, i'm sorry," the man stumbled over his words, his demanding and harsh demenaor having faded away in a heartbeat.

"y'sure you're okay then?" he asked, redirecting his attention to you. you nodded in response, giving him a small, reassuring smile. 

"alright, i'll walk you back to the table, then," he nodded to himself before turning back to the man one last time, "and stop hitting on girls half your age, man. it's fucked up."

he led you away, hands intertwined, as the man scrambled out of his seat and away to another part of the bar. neither of you said anything for a few seconds until you interrupted the silence.

"thank you so much. i don't know how to repay you, that guy was really…" you trailed off, a shiver passing through your body just at the thought of his disgusting hands on your wrist.

he nodded in agreement. "of course, i couldn't just leave you there like that."

"can i get you something to drink, a beer, anything, to thank you," you pleaded, looking up at him as the two of you stopped walking, opting to stand near the bar in an area that wasn't too crowded. you saw the hesitant look on your face and continued your thought, "oh, unless you have a girlfriend or something, sorry, god, i should've asked before i said anything."

the boy grinned at your flushed face, "well, first off, my name's luke, and no, i don't have a girlfriend."

"oh ok, that's good," you said before realizing what you had said, "i meant to say that's good to know, not that it's good that you don't have a girlfriend. fuck, i didn't-"

"it's okay, i got what you meant," he chuckled. you put your face in your hands out of embarrassment, your face now bright red. once you had calmed down, you introduced yourself to luke, and offered once again to buy him something to drink.

luke knew he should be keeping this to himself, but you seemed like you wouldn't judge him or at the very least he felt like you wouldn't tell anyone else, so the next words that came out of his mouth were, "i'm only twenty. i can't drink. the bouncer knew my brother and he let me in, but my brother doesn't want me drinking." 

now it was his turn to be embarrassed, as he suddenly felt out of place, as though you were silently making fun of him, even though he knew you weren't. 

"oh, that's fine! i only just recently turned twenty-one anyway, so i get it," you shrugged, obviously trying to comfort him since his neck and the tips of his ears were pink.

all of a sudden, a guy with fluffy brown hair and blue eyes who was a few inches shorter than luke and seemed a bit tipsy came up to the two of you and slung an arm around luke's shoulders. the unfamiliar boy turned to you, having just noticed you were there, and a grin spread across his face.

"hey lukey boy, who's this, huh? you got yourself a girlfriend?" the boy chirped at the curly haired boy who rolled his eyes at his antics.

"angel, this is jack, my older brother. in case you couldn't tell, he's a little bit drunk," luke deadpanned, peeling his brother's arm off of his shoulders.

smiling at jack, you told him your name and explained how you and luke had just met a few minutes ago.

"oh, rusty's already got a nickname for you," he beamed, turning to look at his younger brother, who yet again rolled his eyes but the smile on his face showed that he wasn't really all that annoyed.

"anyway, lukey, d'you wanna come introduce your new girl to the team?" jack questioned, already beginning to walk back in the direction he came. 

"she's not my girl, rowdy." 

"and with that attitude she never will be!" 

you let out a laugh and luke turned to you, asking if you wanted to go meet his team. you nodded in agreement, and sent a text to your friends apologizing that you didn't get the drinks yet and that you met a nice guy but you'd be back sometime soon, and if anything, that you could uber home.

luke grabbed your hand, intertwining it with his, and began to pull you in the direction that his brother had gone. before you reached your destinanton, he explained that he and his brother played hockey and he was at the bar with some of his teammates and friends. 

quickly, you approached a circular booth filled with five guys and a girl, all of whom began to shout things, most of them teasing luke about "finally bagging a girl." 

you slid into the booth, and you could swear you felt a spark when luke sat down next to you, your thighs touching.

from across the table, jack recited the names of everyone at the table: jesper, nico, dawson, and john, and followed up by introducing you to the table.

the girl who you had ended up sitting next to interrupted jack before he could continue his drunken rambling.

"well i, for one, am glad that there's gonna be another girl around here. and rusty seemed lonely anyway." for a second, you felt jealousy flicker in your chest, thinking she was a friend of luke's, before she continued her thought, turning so that she could speak to you directly.

"i'm emily, by the way, i'm jack's girlfriend, it's nice to meet you."

"nice to meet you too," you grinned, all feelings of jealousy dissipating. you got to know her for a bit as luke started talking with dawson. 

eventually, you and luke fell back into conversation together, and your personalities seemed to just click. everytime you said something, he would have a quick remark to add, and whenever he spoke, you found yourself hanging onto every last word he said, sincerely interested in what he was talking about. 

luke wasn't sure why, but for some reason, whether it was just that your presence was so comforting, or that he was in desperate need for some new friends in jersey, but he felt an overwhelming desire to spill all of his secrets to you. 

you learned that he played for the new jersey devils in the nhl, and although hockey had never really been something you were interested, you made a mental note to look up when the next game was so that you could try to catch some of it on tv. 

as odd as it may have sounded, it made luke happy that you didn't know who he was before he introduced himself. it assured him that you had a genuine interest in him, and didn't care that he played in the nhl, or that he and his brothers were some of the most famous hockey players of his generation.

by the end of the night, it felt like the two of you had known each other for ages, the disturbing man from earlier long forgotten.

as the two of you exchanged numbers, you were glad you didn't go home earlier, that you had gone against logic's advice. 

you bid the rest of the team goodbye, not being able to escape the comments from jack, announcing how cute he thought the two of you looked together. 

you and luke were forced to part, both of you sporting matching smiles on your faces, and promised to text each other and meet up sometime the following week.

you found yourself unable to wipe the grin off of your face as you walked back to where your friends were still sitting, who all giggled at the sight of you all love-drunk and unusually cheerful. while you recounted your story about how you met luke, all your friends could see that you were practically glowing and seemed happier than ever. 

they all took a quick liking to the boy who had made you this happy, even without meeting him.

maybe the universe wasn't plotting against you. maybe everything that had happened was planned out, setting the scene for you to be able to meet the wonderful, bright-eyed, curly haired boy that you had. you just hoped it lasted.

i feel like i wrote this really bad, but i just want to publish it and stop staring blankly at my writing, but if you read all the way to the end, hopefully you liked it!

part 2 coming soon, maybe? 💛🌼☀

[fiamat12]

https://x.com/dreammcr/status/1838322808473977205?s=46&t=1UAeZYiGtThG96lENk2ylQ

We see you Luke, we know what you’re doing 😏

Can't wait for him to pinch Nic's butt again during interviews or give her another hickey before an awards show 👀

[ijustdontlikepeople]

What’s your 5sos mood today?

[ninfab]

Luke Newton - Kelly Clarkson Show New Season 23. Sept 2024

[equallyshaw]

*also freaks out over this boy*

[bandsanitizer]

luke:

me:

[ladyolivia689]

Awww my god he’s just a baby 😭

[lukenewtonlove]

What a beautiful view!

Oh I guess the sunset is pretty too 😜