#chat. quinn

[dottieonline]

well, i appreciate your honestly i suppose. my therapist used to say i always make things harder for myself then they need to be... and then i felt like i was taking up too much of her time so i stopped seeing her.

I feel like yes is the only correct response for this answer I'm sorry.

[ruinix]

Bringing this back coz manspreading while gaming Quinn is killing me.

Whore commentary ⬇️

"I'm about to pop off." and all I can look at is his crotch. 🤪

"Lagging." Let me fix your internet for you, sir.

"You down?" "Yeah, I'm down." 🫣😃 stawp. Stop it. dtf?? JK. i'm sorry.

"Can you revive me or no?" "Yeah. 😐" Why is this so real.

"I'm popping off right now, fellas." Popping off from my lips

"I am hot right now." Yes, yes, you are.

"Body on here, dude. On you." Yep, that's just me. The body is me on you, Quinn.

"BYEEE." COME BACK.

"TWO BAD BITCHES AT THE SAME DAMN TIME. AT THE SAME DAMN TIME."

Let me fucking suck your cock, Quinn, Jack. Also, Quinn's toes are just on show. Oh yeah. I don't have a foot fetish. Just wanna point it out. I very much prefer a guy wanting MY toes while I'm being fucked. Or just kiss my foot coz I fucking deserve to be treated like queen---

[formulanni]

Quinn Hughes more like Quinn Flew….

Tag list: @st-leclerc @rubywingsracing @saviour-of-lord @three-days-time @the-wall-is-my-goal @albonoooo @ch3rubd0lls @brawngp2009 @korolrezni-nikolai @d00dlespng

[rowdyluv]

Quinn is healed.

There is absolutely no way he can stay injured after this precious child just wished him well.

[laurabenanti]

THE STUDIO 1.07 | Casting

[moregraceful]

i'm joining in on the public clowning and that's bad form but i gotta say i started skimreading ~the new masculinity in hockey~ article and first of all all we need to stop people from writing articles about jock masculinities if they're not actually going to interview jocks. you cannot have a serious discussion about "new masculinities" in hockey players if you don't interview actual hockey players, otherwise you're just writing rpf masquerading as quote unquote an academic study. second of all you also cannot have a serious discussion of masculinity in hockey if you do not CLEARLY AND CONSISTENTLY distinguish between 1. north americans, 2. europeans, 3. men of color who do not pass as white, and then CONSISTENTLY engage with the various intersections between all three. you are a clown. do we really think k'andre miller, william nylander, and auston matthews are experiencing the same kind of lived experience of masculinity in hockey? be so for real. and ofc let's not examine how class plays into all of this but hrpf never wants to examine class because it's a touch too uncomfy to think about the privileged and disadvantaged class experiences of your white blorbos. lol.

i hope the author views the reaction to their blog post as a "if you do not get peer reviewed by your editors, the public will peer review for you." peer review: if you look up "masculinities in hockey" on duckduckgo you can get a dozen results from peer reviewed journals put out by actual academics attached to accredited universities who interview real hockey players and are not some rangers blogger running a straw poll on hockey twitter. lmao

[victorianpuckbunny]

Y/n, Quinn Hughes, Jack Hughes, Luke Hughes, Trevor Zegras, Cole Caulfield

Y/n has exams soon and tries to avoid learning✨️

[theemporium]

if any one of these fuckers cut their hair, I’m having words

[myxineye]

sally boyle wip

[mikkomacko]

can we pleaseeeee get jack and luke’s reaction to quinn’s invitation? like i can imagine their excitement but also luke’s uncertainty making jack to send the message bc they are the people they trust the most and know that they will accompany them, which makes them both feel more secure.

Omg yes I will absolutely jump on any chance to drop some mob Jack and Luke lore haha

Enjoy x

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“I don’t want to go.”

Jack looks over at his little brother in disbelief. He’s spent his whole life protecting Luke, making sure that everything Jack ever got fell to him too. Thick as thieves, that’s what Jack always told him. They’d always be in it together.

Jack always thought he’d do anything for his best friend, no questions asked but this might just draw the line.

“What do you mean?” He scoffs, “it’s Quinn Luke. Why wouldn’t you go?”

Luke’s face is all twisted up into a sorrowful look, the same one a baby bird gets when it’s fallen from its nest. Pained. Lost.

“I just…he doesn’t even really talk to us.” Luke says.

Jack can’t argue there. Up until today, they hadn’t even spoken to Quinn on the phone. When Jack’s phone had lit up with the caller I.D. of his older brother, they’d both been shocked. They text Quinn, follow him on Instagram, send out Christmas cards that you and Nico help them make. They don’t physically speak to him.

But it’s Quinn.

And Jack tells Luke as much.

“He’s still our brother.”

Luke shakes his head, jaw ticking and whatever Jack implied with that sentence seems to rub him the wrong way because his cheeks are getting splotchy with anger.

“What?”

Luke explodes. “I don’t even know him! He left us at that house and said he’d come back and get us and he never did! He didn’t even care to call after that first year with the Canucks.”

It’s a hard pill to swallow. Jack himself has spent years coughing it up and putting it to the side. Somewhere he can’t feel it choking him.

They grew up with great parents. Parents that loved them, taught them to always love each other, to take care of each other. And it was a good thing they did because when their father got sick, they were all they had. Mom was always at the hospital with him or working, doing anything she can to emotionally support him and then financially support her kids.

Even so it was tough, and the three boys often found themselves alone, underfed, poorly dressed, and under cared for. They couldn’t blame mom though. She was doing all she could to get dad back home.

Except dad never made it out of the hospital except to get his body to a cemetery.

As for their mom, she came home but never left the room. Her three boys were like ghosts in the house, reminding her of how she failed to care for them and for her husband.

They only saw her in those few moments in the morning she was going back to work for double shifts. Anything to pay off the medical bills.

Quinn had enough of it eventually. Couldn’t stand by and watch his brothers fight for a parent that wasn’t there. He’d heard about the mob families, rumors. But a friend in Michigan had it on good authority that the Canucks were looking for members.

And that meant lots of money. Lots of food. Anything he and his brothers could ever want.

Just a teenager, he left the boys back in Michigan by themselves, made Jack promise to watch over Luke, and said he’d be back when he could. That as soon as Jack and Luke were old enough, he’d make sure they could join too.

Except they couldn’t. The Canucks took Quinn in when they were desperate for numbers. It was frowned upon for them to take in a teenager, to forge papers and documents to get him over the border. By the time Jack and Luke were the age Quinn was when he left, that desperation had ended.

They didn’t want the other Hughes boys.

And slowly, Quinn stopped calling, stopped writing letters, stopped texting every day.

Jack was the one to fix it all. He found the Devils, he found Nico. And he made Nico swear that as soon as Luke turned 18 too he could join them.

Nico, nicer than he gets credit for, had been the only one to accept the two boys, small and desperate from years of raising each other.

“He couldn’t help it,” Jack defends but it sounds flat even to him. Deep down they both know they never would’ve done that, would’ve left each other. If Nico had gone back on the deal he made with Jack, that would’ve been it. He’d have packed up and left back to Michigan even if it meant he could never step foot in New Jersey again. Even if he meant he always had to look over his shoulder.

They were meant to always take care of each other.

“Maybe not,” Luke shrugs, the wind taken out of him. “But we can’t help that we’ve grown apart either.”

The fall silent, contemplating. The loft feels too empty, too quiet. Just the sounds of them breathing in Jack’s room.

“Nico didn’t even know us,” Luke mumbles, “but he did it. You got in and then for two years he let you take care of me, send money and stuff back home. And he let me come out here too.

“Quinn couldn’t even send a birthday card.”

Jack sighs, disheartened but somehow still wanting to fight for his older brother. Quinn wasn’t always like this. Life wears down on people though.

“We don’t know what the other families are like Moose, how they treat their members. Maybe there was really nothing he could do.”

Luke shrugs, collapsing onto the corner of Jack’s bed. “He couldn’t at least tell us he wasn’t coming back?”

“I don’t know,” Jack sits next to him. “I guess we’ll never know unless we go see him.”

Picking at a loose thread on his duvet, Luke shoots him a look. Imploring, wide eyed and waiting. After all these years, he’ll still follow Jack anywhere.

“I want to go.” Jack tells him firmly.

And that’s all it takes.

“Ok we’ll go,” he agrees, “but I want to take Nico with us.”

Jack snorts. “You think he’ll go to Vancouver? After what just happened with his family and y/n? And there’s no way he goes without her.”

“Yeah I know that. But maybe if we ask them, you know she’ll say yes. They’re our…”

Family. Parents. A lot of things. That’s what you and Nico are.

“Quinn might say no.”

Luke nods but doesn’t seem to care. “Then that’ll be our answer on him. He leads the Canucks now, he can change the rules if he wants. Nico does it all the time. So if he says no to use bringing them then he doesn’t really want to see us anyway, does he?”

Jack can’t argue with that. Quinn’s invite seemed to come from his recent appointment as the boss, voted in by the other members after Horvat left. Something about needing a change. A change that ended with him out on the island.

“Ok we’ll ask them.”

Luke lets out a big breath, smiling a bit. “They’ll say yes,” he swears. “Because they love us.”

“Yeah,” Jack agrees, but Quinn will be a different story. They have no way of knowing if he’ll say yes, if he’ll agree to letting the notorious Swiss boss into his territory. No way of knowing if he still loves them enough for that.

“Ask them first?” Luke questions, “that way if they say no we don’t even have to bother Quinn.”

It’s a good idea. Maybe a bit of a cop out, if that’s what Luke is hoping for but still a good starting point.

“I’ll do it,” Jack offers, already pulling out his phone to text you and Nico. That way he can at least word it so it looks like Luke is the baby cry and not him.

Jack is not a baby cry, even if he does agree that it’s best for Nico and you to go with. It’s extra security, he tells himself and hits send.

[ruinix]

oh girl all i can think of is his hand forcing ur head down on him 😮‍💨😮‍💨

His hand is already there. Legs spread. Looking cozy with his hoodie (amazing color btw). It's like he's taunting us to go down on him. Sighs, all right, Luke. I'm coming. Let me tie my hair up. One second 😫✋🏻Go away, Jack, Jimmy. Shoo. Shoooooo.

Also, is this Quinn???

I'd like to think it is. Let me be delusional.

[bisexualsogeking]

these are all the way back from 2020 when i thought i was gonna make a zine lol

[rowdyluv]

bringing this back after @star2fishmeg brought it up in discord because of quinn’s recent tough man behavior.

quinn fighting because his baby brother got hurt we love a protective older brother

*for quinn and jack to be on the same usa hockey team they would be playing for u18 men’s worlds

[86espresso]

WAKE THE FUCK UP!:!!,!:’s THEY HIT THE PENTAGON

[victorianpuckbunny]

Y/n and the (sp)ice boys🏒

[theemporium]

this is the parallel nobody wanted