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Masterlist

New Jersey Devils :

Nico Hischier -

thnx 4 having ussss

swiss style

everyone say thank you to nina

I took a pill in ibiza

thanks devil babies

swiss swim

puppy love

2 months

off season jealousy

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Ghosts Of You - C.L (Curtis Lazar) *trigger warning*

"Here I am waking up, still can't sleep on your side..."

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happy 9 years my baby daddy

I try to be supportive

lil huggy

boat day bitch

beach bum

baby devil

WRITTEN -

Never Be - J.H (Jack Hughes)

"I need your love to light up this house ; I wanna know what you're all about..."

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Headcannons

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Vancouver Canucks :

Brock Boeser -

family

close as strangers - written

momma and papa of the year

uncle quinn

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Beside you - E.P (Elias Pettersson)

"When we both fall asleep underneath the same sky ; to the beat of our hearts at the same time..."

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lil huggy

enough bags

mommy mode

Luke is crying in the car

ocean eyes

cant hide forever

no one else but you

WRITTEN -

Unpredictable - Q.H (Quinn Hughes)

"We can run down the streets, with stars in our eyes..."

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Lie to Me - T.D (Thatcher Demko)

"Problem was I thought I had this right..."

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Toronto Maple Leafs

Tyler Bertuzzi -

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signing pucks n shit

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life lately

always working

beach day

WRITTEN -

No Shame - A.M (Auston Matthews)

"I only light up when cameras are flashing...."

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weekend tingz

🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬Morgan Reilly -

Story of Another Us - M.R (Morgan Reilly)

"I got a long term plan with short term fixes..."

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merch plug

mrs woll

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Florida Panthers :

Matthew Tkachuk -

Jet Black Heart - M.T (Matthew Tkachuk)

"Everybody's got their demons ; even wide awake or dreaming..."

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Brandon Montour -

vamos gatos

WRITTEN -

Best Years - B.M (Brandon Montour)

"I wasted so much time on people that reminded me of you ; gave you a million reasons to walk away..."

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UMich

Rutger McGroarty -

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Luca Fantilli -

#1 fan

🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬Ethan Edwards -

lovers

🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬Mark Estapa -

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ALL UMICH BOYS -

favorite non player

umich dump

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Boston College

Jacob Fowler -

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Will Smith -

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Gabe Perreault -

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Ryan Lenoard -

English Love Affair - R.L (Ryan Leonard)

"Today, I'm 7,000 miles away, the picture burning in my brain ; kissing in the rain..."

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Extra Players

Trevor Zegras -

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Tyler Seguin -

Lover of Mine - T.S (Tyler Seguin)

“When I take a look at my life and all of ny crimes, you’re the only thing that I think I got right”

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Matt Rempe -

summer lovin

my power ranger

WRITTEN -

The Only Reason - M.R (Matt Rempe)

"Don't talk ;

Let me think it over..."

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honeyhischierxo · 4 days

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10/10. Chefs kiss. Beautiful. Organic love at its finest. Could write a novel on how much I love this. Slowly converting into a Quinn Girl.

SEVEN RINGS

WARNINGS: absolutely none. Just some pure, sweet content.

PAIRING(S): Quinn Hughes x Y/N “sweetheart” L/N

SUMMARY: in which Quinn Hughes is a man of his words.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I hope you enjoy this sweet little blurb for Reflections on the Ice. As always, if you have any questions, scenarios, blurb ideas, or thoughts, my inbox is always open.

In two weeks, Y/N hadn't once even tried to call him. Quinn kept track of all his phone calls, and he was beginning to think she might never call. God, what was I thinking? He wondered, scowling at his reflection in the bus window. She must think I'm crazy for giving my number to a strange woman. Either that or she thought he did it all the time. Maybe she just hadn't been attracted to him. Maybe I imagined the entire thing, he thought, and cast his mind back to that evening.

Quinn remembered the pink glow in her face when he'd approached and he'd more than felt the weight of her gaze as he spoke with her daughter. His mind conjured up the image of Ryan who'd stood beside her and he frowned again. Maybe she's married to him and thinks I'm a jerk for hitting on her in front of him.

"What's up, Q?" Brock asked as he plunked himself down in the seat beside Quinn.

Quinn looked over and shook his head, managing a small smile for his teammate. "Nothing, man." He replied. "Just tired."

"Yeah, that was a rough game last night." Brock said with a nod.

Quinn nodded in agreement. Sometimes he'd love to have a back-up around so he could sit out the occasional game.

A moment later he shook his head and gave himself a mental slap upside the head. He loved to play hockey; he had all his life. For now, that's what he could focus on; the game. He was good at the game and he knew where to put the puck without giving it any thought. He didn't need a woman to know all of that. Nodding to himself, he leaned his head back against his seat and half-turned to look out the window.

Just as he was starting to drift off to sleep, the phone in his pocket vibrated, startling him back to alertness. Beside him, Brock chuckled before moving back to his own seat.

Quinn glared at his retreating back as he reached into his pocket for his phone. He didn't recognize the number but answered anyway, figuring it might be one of his friends back in Michigan.

His stomach clenched when he heard her soft voice come over the line. "Hi, Quinn." Y/N said.

"Hey, sweetheart." Quinn replied with a grin. "Y/N, right?"

"You remember?" She asked incredulously.

"Of course I remember." He said. "You and Ivy were hard to forget."

She laughed, a breathless sound and Quinn shifted as his jeans suddenly got a whole lot tighter over the sound of her captivating laughter. The loss the night before was now a distant memory and all he could hear was the breathless laugh of Y/N L/N.

Y/N wasn't sure how she managed to get dinner prepared that night. After that phone call with Quinn, she wasn't sure if she even put soap in the sink when she did the dishes. She was sitting at the dining room table staring into space when Ivy’s voice broke through her tumbling thoughts.

"Bed now, mommy?" She asked.

Blinking, Y/N turned her head and focused on her daughter. She was staring at her with sleepy eyes and yawned as she looked at her. "Of course, Ivy bug.” She replied. "Go on up and I'll come in a minute to tuck you in."

Ivy nodded and toddled out of the room, heading for the stairs. Y/N watched her go and replayed her conversation with Quinn in her head. Heat crept up her neck as she recalled their conversation from earlier.

"I'd like to call you again tonight.” He’d said and it gave her goosebumps now to think of it.

Of course, he could’ve been trying to get her off the phone in a polite way. Not that she recalled any conversation with any man ever ending like that. Sighing, Y/N set her pen down on the table and walked upstairs to tuck Ivy in. A short while later she found herself wandering aimlessly through the house. She tidied the already tidy kitchen and she folded the blanket from the couch that Ivy had tossed on the floor earlier.

There's no use in trying to work anymore tonight, she thought, telling herself that she wasn't getting ready for his phone call. She fully expected him not to call, no matter how much she was hoping he would. She got ready for bed, changing to her long-sleeved, nearly worn through pink flannel pajamas. She brushed her hair and teeth and washed her face with cold water, hoping that would erase some of her whirling thoughts.

After that was done, Y/N reclined against her pillows and cracked open her most recent book find. The words swam before her eyes and she gave up after rereading the same page five times. Just as she was about to turn her light off, the phone on her nightstand rang.

She froze, her hand hovering in midair near the switch for her bedside lamp. Staring down at the phone, she wondered if she should ignore it. Answer the phone, you moron! She ordered herself, scooping her phone up before it stopped ringing.

"Hello?"

"Hey, sweetheart.” Quinn said over the line. "I was beginning to think you wouldn't pick up."

Me too, she replied silently and bit her lip before responding out loud. "I was just... getting out of the tub." The tub? What the fuck? Stupid, stupid. She silently berated herself.

On the other end of the line, Quinn chuckled; a deep, warm sound that had her relaxing into her pillows again. "Alright.” He said. "I didn't think we'd reached that point yet, but I'm not complaining."

"Point?" She echoed. "What point?"

"The point where you tell me when you're naked.” He replied casually.

Y/N gasped and covered her face with one hand. "I'm not naked!"

"But you just said you were getting out of the tub!" Quinn said and laughed. "Do you bathe in a swimsuit?"

"No!" She exclaimed. "I'm not... I wasn't... oh, to hell with it. I'm moving to the states."

Quinn’s laugh turned full-bodied and Y/N wished she could bury herself in a hole. "I'm pretty sure they still have phones and bathtubs there."

"Yeah, you're probably right. And hockey players.” She added.

"Oh, God, yeah.” Quinn agreed. "The place is wall-to-wall with hockey players. And coaches and fans and fanatics."

Y/N smiled. "So you think I'd fit right in?"

"Well, your daughter certainly would. She seems to know everything there is to know about the sport. Well, as much as a four-year-old can know."

"Sometimes I think she does.” Y/N confessed, more than a little impressed with her daughter. "I used to be the one explaining things to her and now she's the one trying to tell me why you've just been sent to the penalty box."

"Oh, ouch.” Quinn breathed. "That was low."

Y/N giggled. "Well, that was for making fun of how I bathe."

"I'd never make fun of that.” He countered. "I'd at least need to see it firsthand before passing judgment."

A blush spread across her face and she squeezed her eyes shut. "I..." Y/N started to speak but couldn't form an entire sentence.

Quinn’s warm chuckle filled her ear and did wonderfully strange things to her inner workings. "It's alright." He said. "I'll let you bathe yourself. For now."

"So... uh, how was the game?" She asked, desperate to change the subject while she was still capable. She'd never been one to engage in phone sex, so she couldn't even be certain if that was where the conversation had been headed, but she knew she wasn't ready to find out.

"Which game? Last night's?" Quinn asked.

"Sure."

With another chuckle, Quinn told her about it. He sounded upset over the loss and Y/N got the feeling he was shouldering most of the responsibility for it.

"You're not the only player on the team, Quinn.” She said when he paused.

"I know. I was the only one to get the penalty that allowed the other team to score, though."

"Oh, please.” Y/N scoffed and rolled onto her side, no longer uncomfortable with the conversation. "I watched the game, Quinn, and two of your teammates received penalties before you did. One of those power plays resulted in a goal for the other guys, too."

"But my penalty was during overtime.” Quinn groused. "It was stupid."

"Fine. It was stupid. Now don't ever make the same mistake again." Silence greeted her comment and she wondered if she'd gone too far. "Quinn?"

"I'm here.” He said in a low voice.

"I'm so sorry.” She breathed. "I shouldn't have said that."

"It just caught me by surprise since that's exactly what my coach said to me.” He told her.

She smiled. "Are you saying I could be a coach?"

"That’s exactly what I’m saying.” He responded.

"Sounds like a fantastic job.” She mused. "Bossing a bunch of over-grown adolescents around and smacking them in the ankles with hockey sticks when they get out of line."

"I can picture it now.” Quinn replied with a hearty laugh.

Quinn grinned, picturing it as well. Although when it came time to take a swing at number 43, she aimed higher; more in the cute butt area.

"Is Ivy still up?" Quinn asked after another moment.

"No. She asked to go to sleep about an hour and a half ago.” Y/N replied.

"She asked to go to sleep?" Quinn repeated in surprise. "Wow. I didn't think kids did that."

"Most probably don't but occasionally, Ivy will.” Y/N explained. "Usually when she's had a big day."

"Today was a big day? What happened?"

"Well, she went to school, passed a spelling test, came home and got to watch her idol play on TV.” Y/N said.

"Her idol? Who the hell is that?"

Y/N giggled and pressed her warm cheek to the cool pillow under her head. "I'm not sure. There was this weird guy with a beard who was just giving his phone number out at a hockey game we went to. I think Ivy recognized him, but I'm not sure."

"Huh, weird guy.” Quinn repeated. "You think I'm some weird guy who gives his phone number out to everyone?"

"Well, no, obviously not.” She replied. "But there was this other guy behind you and of course I couldn't turn him down when he asked me out.” Y/N let her voice trail off when she realized they were getting back into flirtatious territory. By the sound of Quinn’s answering laughter, she thought she might be too late.

"Is this your way of asking me out?" He asked.

"No.” Y/N whispered.

"So, you don't want to go out with me?"

"I didn't say that.” She replied quickly and blushed when Quinn laughed. "Are you laughing at me?" She demanded in mock anger. "Don't make me drive over there and beat you with a hockey stick."

"Wow, I've got a whole new fantasy now.” Quinn stated

"Fantasy?" Y/N squeaked, sitting upright in her bed.

"Oh, yeah.” Quinn replied in a low voice. "I can picture you now, in skates, on the ice, stick in the air, coming after me with that look in your eyes.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and pressed a hand to her fluttering stomach. It just would not calm down. "You're making fun of me, aren't you?"

"A little.” Quinn replied. "So will you go out with me?" He asked, throwing Y/N for a loop.

"I... what?"

"You will? Great.” Quinn said and laughed when she sputtered in response. "I'll call you when I get back home and we'll hook up."

Y/N’s face turned beet red at the words 'hook up' and she still struggled to find the words to respond.

"Y/N?" Quinn spoke her name slowly. "I want to see you again."

"Are you sure?" She managed after a moment. She exhaled gradually and drew in another deep breath. "I mean, you've got this whole fantasy of me in skates chasing you with a stick. I wouldn't want to ruin that."

"You couldn't.” He protested with a light laugh.

"Well, a mind can play tricks on people.” Y/N said. "You might remember me as this sexy coach-lady you fantasized about and then you'll see me again. It'll totally burst your bubble."

"I doubt that.” Quinn replied.

"You never know.” was all she could add.

“I think I do know.” Quinn sighed on the other end and Y/N blushed as her stomach turned over yet again. "Well, I suppose I should let you get to sleep.” He said.

"Probably.” Y/N softly echoed.

Quinn chuckled. "Goodnight, sweetheart."

"Goodnight, Quinn." She replied.

#quinn hughes

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