#el!hughes au

[babydollmarauders]

https://www.tumblr.com/babydollmarauders/748880079134883840/idk-if-you-answered-this-or-not-please-ignore-if

El doesn’t know to feel having to share her mommy with someone else.

she really doesn’t! she’s so conflicted because on one hand, that’s her mommy. but on the other hand, that’s her leo and so she should be glad her mommy is taking care of him. she’s just at a loss— sometimes she’s crying because she wants her mommy and she has elio instead, but then other times she’s happy to embrace the time with her dad or uncle luke!

#faithlynn speaks 🪐 #ask faithlynn ✨ #el!hughes au

[sunflower-lilac42]

✧ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐒 ♔

a list of all of my favorite fics that i have read

all fic recs can also be found here ➵ fic recs! or under 'sunny lune's fic recs'

fics sorted into categories, then organized by person

✎ NHL ⇘ : :

➺ hurt romance | nico hischier ➵ @sc0tters

⤷ extra notes: i freaking loved this, i was looking for a fic with hurt nico

➺ rest time | nico hischier ➵ @heavenlyhischier

⤷ extra notes: i love abby's writing, that's all

➺ ice princess | nico hischier ➵ @emaanemaa

⤷ extra notes: this was so adorable, i giggled when ever nico said princess

➺ don't worry, i'm here | nico hischier ➵ @leaentries

⤷ extra notes: more nico comfort

➺ christmas tree farm | nico hischier ➵ @lvrzegras

➺ shield | nico hischier ➵ @leaentries

⤷ extra notes: protective nico is my drug

➺ i'm not letting you drive home in this condition | nico hischier ➵ @generalllimaginesss

➺ missing you | nico hischier ➵ @sc0tters

⤷ extra notes: too good not to tell you about

➺ clockwork | nico hischier ➵ @kelseys-version

⤷ extra notes: nico and taylor? esepcially tonight (2/17) sold

➺ off-limits | nico hischier ➵ @hischierhoney

⤷ extra notes: this was the perfect mix of cute/adorable and hilarious. i couldn't tell you how many times i actually laughed out loud because of this. and plus, it's nico x hughes!sister a guilty pleasure of mine

➺ felt feelings | jack hughes ➵ @sc0tters

⤷ extra notes: amber is a reoccuring theme here, so deal with it

➺ jack blurb ➵ @luke-hughes43

➺ late night blues | jack hughes ➵ @sweetestdesire

⤷ extra notes: I will never get over her fics, ever. jack made me swoon here

➺ 4:41 am | jack hughes ➵ @sweetestdesire

⤷ extra notes: this made me want ice cream but it was comforting

➺ the start of it all | jack hughes ➵ @babydollmarauders

⤷ extra notes: part of her el!hughes au, it's so adorable, i read it more times then i would like to admit

➺ pieces | luke hughes ➵ @gisellaswrld

⤷ extra notes: this was so heartbreaking but it was so comforting

➺ breathless | luke hughes ➵ @goldengleams

⤷ extra notes: i love these types of fics

➺ dawn awakening | luke hughes ➵ @sweetestdesire

⤷ extra notes: giggling, screaming, kicking my feet, giggling more

➺ sara | luke hughes ➵ @angelicsoka

⤷ extra notes: i knew i was going to be obsessed with this as soon as i read the first line and i was so blown away with her writing! read the trigger warnings, of course, but definitely give this a read if you won’t be triggered, it’s an absolutely beautiful piece of work

➺ missin' you | luke hughes ➵ @bluewxrld07

⤷ extra notes: my luke side was strong when i read this, it was so so so good

➺ viktory kisses | quinn hughes ➵ @wintfleur

⤷ extra notes: the fact that this is the only quinn fic on here is criminal, i need more (loved this fic!)

➺ jealous quinn blurb ➵ @thedevilrisen

⤷ extra notes: i audibly giggled after reading this (and during too)

➺ a guided hand | quinn hughes ➵ @sweetestdesire

⤷ extra notes: it's quinn and brynn! (also it's her birthday as i'm writing this so go send her love... do it)

➺ the accident | quinn hughes ➵ @bedsyandco

⤷ extra notes: part of an au but it's so good, please read it. i have a soft spot for these kind of fics (and quinn)

➺ this is me trying | hughes!sister ➵ @aliaology

⤷ extra notes: hughes!sister is my favorite thing on my planet, so is this fic

➺ all-american bitch | hughes!sister + luca fantilli ➵ @luvhughes43

⤷ extra notes: hughes!sister, need i say more?

➺ i look at you wondering where your mind is at; you're the first choice in my heart always | brock boeser x hughes!sister ➵ @gisellaswrld

➺ how you get the girl | connor bedard ➵ @lvrzegras

⤷ extra notes: taylor swift and connor bedard? sold, take my money

➺ connor blurb/insta edit ➵ @ijustreallylovethem

⤷ extra notes: raegan!!!!

➺ kisses & cuddles | connor bedard ➵ @huggybearluvr

⤷ extra notes: connor girlies, this is for you... read it!

➺ linear progress | cole caufield ➵ @bagopucks

⤷ extra notes: i'm still sobbing and thinking about this

➺ unspoken titles | jamie drysdale ➵ @sc0tters

⤷ extra notes: i wasn't sure if i felt worse or better after reading this fic (jamie trade)

➺ catching flights | luca fantilli ➵ @missjomarch

➺ miss you, quietly | luca fantilli ➵ @bitchinbarzal

⤷ extra notes: i sobbed, multiple times, even after i read it

➺ talk to you | fraser minten ➵ @bitchinbarzal

⤷ extra notes: this was so fucking adorable, i can't

✎ F1 ⇘ : :

➺ me and you vs. the world | lando norris ➵ @theemporium

➺ breaking point | landoscar ➵ @adventuringblind

➺ pretty woman moment | max verstappen ➵ @pucksandpower

⤷ extra notes: i love pretty woman and i love max verstappen

✎ AU'S ⇘ : :

➺ waking up in vegas | matthew tkachuk x hughes!sister ➵ @doc-pickles

⤷ extra notes: i was hooked immediately

➺ feather | luke hughes ➵ @diorsluv

⤷ extra notes: i got serve emotional whiplash from this, you won't regret it

➺ penalty box | trevor zegras ➵ @starsandhughes

⤷ extra notes: probably one of the first, if not the first nhl thing I’ve read on here, both series and fic wise. fell in love immediately and I never stop thinking about them. kay is one of my favorite writers and I will never get over or stop talking about her writing

➺ cover me in sunshine | gabe perreault ➵ @hischier-papaya

⤷ extra notes: you best believe that all of the au's i am secretly in on with cam are going on here once she gets them posted. i am so fucking excited for this au, gabe and ollie are gonna be my roman empire

#sunny lune's fic recs #hockey #nhl #fic recs #jack hughes #jh86 #nico hischier #nh13 #luke hughes #lh43 #quinn hughes #qh43 #jamie drysdale #jd9 #cole caufield #luca fantilli #connor bedard #cb98 #max verstappen #lando norris

[hughesmedicine]

baby announcement | q. hughes

part of the mount everest au🏔️

quinn hughes x !zegras reader (clover is her nickname and what she will go by in this au)

cloverzegras

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cloverzegras can’t wait to meet our girl in september🩷

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_quinnhughes these 6 months need to go by fast, I can’t wait to hold our little girl and admire her forever🩷

cloverzegras she’ll have the best dad ever🩷

lhughes_06 you mean to tell me there’s a possibility my niece can be born on my birthday?!🥹

cloverzegras yes and i hope she is!! I guarantee you’ll be her favorite uncle!

trevorzegras what the fuck???

jackhughes I hope she’s not born on your birthday!!!

lhughes_06 @/jackhughes your jealousy is showing bro

jackhughes shut the fuck up.

lhughes_06 grouchy much.

trevorzegras I can’t believe imma be an uncle and we’re gonna be related soon!🥹 @/jackhughes

jackhughes I know dude I can’t wait! Hopefully quinn pops the question soon!

cloverzegras woah slow down there, there’s no engagement happening for a while 😭

_quinnhughes what she said, we’re not ready and we want to focus on everest first

jackhughes ugh fine but hurry up, z and I need to celebrate it

cloverzegras I’m slapping you

elblue6 can’t wait to meet my granddaughter, she’ll have the most amazing parents ever🥹🩷

cloverzegras I’m sobbing omg momma el I love you😭🩷 she’s gonna have the best grandparents ever

colecaulfield I think the best uncle is gonna be me so fuck you all!

_alexturcotte there’s no way you’ll be the favorite uncle like that’s impossible?? It’s gonna be me obviously

trevorzegras you guys aren’t even her real uncles so like it’ll be neither of you!

jackhughes exactly! It’s either gonna be me Luke or trevor

cloverzegras and we all know it’s gonna be luke

lhughes_06 ha suck it! I’m gonna be the favorite uncle!💃I’m gonna be the favorite uncle!🕺

_quinnhughes

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_quinnhughes excited to do this with you forever🩷

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cloverzegras forever with you and our girl🩷

_quinnhughes can’t wait💙

jackhughes you guys make me sick but im so happy for you guys and I know this kid will have the most amazing parents ever. I love you both so much.

cloverzegras she’s gonna have an amazing but annoying uncle and couldn’t have asked for a better one than you j💙

jackhughes okay you do know how to make a grown man cry.

colemcward I’ll be back in Vancouver when it’s her due date!

cloverzegras you better!! I’ll need my son at the hospital with me

colemcward how about I fly out earlier then? I’ll have to reset up my room and I can help with everests!

_quinnhughes why did I forget he lived with us.

cloverzegras you forgot your son lived with us??? you’re on the couch sir, cole can room with me and you have to set up his room before he gets here!

colemcward mom and everest sleepover woohoo!!

_quinnhughes kicking him out

cloverzegras you can’t do that so ha!

eliaspettersson happy for you both! uncle elias will be getting her a jersey immediately (it’s already on the way, I couldn’t help but order it once you told me!)

cloverzegras stop are you serious?? I need you to tell me when it arrives so I can be over there with you!

eliaspettersson will do clov!

elblue6 clover hun you look gorgeous 💙 can’t wait to see how you guys blossom into parents together. So glad Quinn found the one for him forever.

cloverzegras 2 times momma el has made me cry in the last hours😭 best grandma ever but thank you!🫶🏻(don’t tell my mom I said this)

trevorzegras ha I’m telling mom!

cloverzegras and I’ll kick you in the shin!

_quinnhughes thank you mom I’m glad I did too💙

sorry it’s short! started running out of ideas but I hope you guys love the start of this series!🫶🏻

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes x !zegras reader #mount everest au #trevor zegras #luke hughes #jack hughes #cole caufield #cole mcward #clover zegras #elias pettersson #ellen hughes #nhl imagine #instagram fics #insta edit

[equallyshaw]

european travels | Connor Bedard x k hughes au!

↳ part of connor bedard x kailey hughes au!

@kailey.hughes: thankyou to the one's who made this trip financially possible -- wouldn't be anywhere with out yall 🫶🏻

tags: connorbedard, _quinnhughes,jackhuhges & Hughes_06

210.9k likes, 29.3k comments.

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@/lhughes_06: you are very welcome

↳ @/jackhughes: like youre the one shelling out

↳ @/_quinnhughes: wait! k told me neither one of yall were contributing..

↳ @/connorbedard: she bamboozled you guys so badly...

↳ @/lhughes_06: like you didnt know bedard

↳ @/connorbedard: found out a week before lmao

@/trevorzegras: glad to see youre milking them for everything they're worth

↳ @kailey.hughes: learned from the best 🫡

@/kent.johnson: youre making con con blush with those two pics

↳ @kailey.hughes: what can i say? hes a model

@/masonmctavish: Connor for vogue - next!

@/connorbedard: artsy gal

↳ @kailey.hughes: 😚

@madisenbedard: omg the fomo is real rn😭

↳ @kailey.hughes: next time !

↳ @/edwards.73: I want to experience a hughes euro trip

↳ @kailey.hughes: come get ur stray dog @/lhughes_06

@/alexturcotte_: where was my invite? 🥺

↳ @kailey.hughes: @/jackhughes EXPLAIN

↳ @/jackhughes: what can I say? lost in the mail.

@/nicohischier: you came all the way to europe and didn't even visit? how rude.

↳ @kailey.hughes: how rude of @/jackhughes for not putting it on the itinerary when we booked our trip

↳ @/nicohischier: oh yeah, first practice back is gonna be loads of fun

↳ @/jackhughes: LOOK WHAT YOUVE DONE K

↳ liked by @kailey.hughes

@/connorbedard: kailey hughes fanpage, but whats new?

tag: kailey.hughes

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@kailey.hughes: ilu

↳ @/connorbedard: ilu more

↳ @kailey.hughes: not possible 🫶🏻

↳ @/adamfantilli: accept the defeat bedard

↳ @kailey.hughes: no fr

@/kent.johnson: I wish he traveled the world with me ):

↳ @kailey.hughes: didnt y'all play for team canada together? its my turn

↳ @/lhughes_06: yeah kj its our turn

↳ @kailey.hughes: BYE

↳ @/kent.johnson: BYE LITTLE HUGHES

↳ @/connorbedard: take this to the gc pls

↳ @kailey.hughes: which one??

↳ @/masonmctavish: theres multiple ?!?!

↳ @kailey.hughes: unfortunately I was added to a 'bc only' chat🙄

@/jackhughes: dont like the hand placement

↳ @/_quinnhughes: i dont like it either

↳ @kailey.hughes: omg the drama queens have arrived

@elblue6: so grateful to have you join us this trip, its great to have you apart of the family again🤍

↳ @/connorbedard: thankyou mama el! appreciate you and jim so much

↳ @kailey.hughes: im gonna cry mama

@/madisenbedard: looking like a goddess always

↳ liked by @/connorbedard.

↳ @kailey.hughes: stop thats you

↳ @madisenbedard: I wish gf

@/elblue6: italy-london trip was a success!

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@/jackhughes: we know who's the fav child

↳ @/lhughes_06: and it isn't even a hughes

↳ @/_quinnhughes: nope its a bedard

↳ @kailey.hughes: then its me !

↳ @/lhughes_06: whatever you say!

@/connorbedard: thankyou for having me this trip, had an amazing time!

↳ @/elblue6: you are most welcome! now we just need @melaniebedard and @/madisenbedard to join us next time

↳ @/madisenbedard: I agree!!

↳ @melaniebedard: just tell me where and when and ill be there

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@/kimberlybrisson: looks like you had a lot of fun! PLUS all four kiddos were reunited 🥺

↳ @/elblue6: the best part 🤍

@/lhughes_06: cant believe connor got a single photo and we didn't

↳ @/jackhughes: no fr, im still salty

@/chantaltkachuk: awe we need to get the 7 of them back together!

↳ @/elblue6: we do!

@/melaniebedard: how about a vancouver trip??

↳ @/elblue6: dont have to tell me twice!

#connor bedard #connor bedard x k hughes au #star crossed lovers au #quinn hughes #luke hughes #jack hughes #vancouver canucks #chicago blackhawks #new jersey devils #nico hischier #ethan edwards #adam fantilli #kent johnson #connor bedard blurb #connor bedard imagine #equallyshaw masterlist #mason mactavish #trevor zegras

[bejeweledaus]

BACK TO YOU | Jack Hughes au!

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CHAPTER FOUR;

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instagram:

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yourusername; such a fun shoot, thank you a million for having me elleusa

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melissabarreram look at you shine 🤍

user90 marry me please y/n

user123 and dare I say her best photoshoot yet?

user30 this is a close second, her glamour photoshoot will forever remain number one

yourinstagram user30 that’s forever my number one photoshoot as well <3

user30 did that just happen? did y/n really responded to me? nobody pinch me

user86 currently waiting for Jack to comment 👀

user56 same, comment already Jack please 😭

user24 she legit posted this like 5 mins ago and he instantly liked it, he probably has her notifications on lmao

yourinstagram jackhughes do you, the people want to know 🤨🫣

user94 Y/N?!?

user78 this is the first comment where she mentions him… dare I say…

masonthegooding okay y/n we see you

yourinstagram 👀

user65 y/n responding in the comment sections again 🫶🏼

_quinnhughes congrats bud!!

yourinstagram thank you bud :)

user129 can **** comment already

user34 el liked this 🥹

ememyers my stunning little dove 🕊️

user37 idk if you will see this but thank you for being so kind yesterday at the game. meeting you will forever hold a special place in my heart, thank you for the sweet advice as well. love you y/n 🤍

* liked by yourinstagram

yourinstagram thank you for talking with me, hope you had an amazing time last night and please hold onto what I said, I promise you that you got this my sweet angel bug 🕊️♥️

user45 she really was at the game last night 🥺

user37 she indeed was and she was supporting Jack through it all as well, she really did have the biggest smile on her face last night despite the lost

user57 was she really wearing his jersey number like twitter is saying? you don’t have to answer if you don’t want too :)

user37 yes, yes she was 🥰

jackhughes proud of you ♥️

yourinstagram 🥰

user80 EVERYONE WAKE UP, SHE REPLIED BACK TO HIM !!!

user96 oh I know that ronnie fan is very happy

user101 his comment towards her and her comment towards him 🥺

user112 second chance at love, I don’t care what anyone says

user47 important question y/n…how was meeting gritty?

#jack hughes #jhughes86 #jh86 #nj devils #nhl #nhl hockey #nhl imagine #quinn hughes #luke hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes x y/n #jack hughes imagine #actress!reader #female!reader #x reader #hockey #hockey x reader

[hedgehog-moss]

Top 3 Annoying Translation Mistakes I’ve Read This Year (from least to most annoying):

Category I - lazy calques that let you feel the original text under the translation, not in a good way

(English -> French) In the French translation of Hugh Howey’s Sand (Outresable), the word “robe” at one point was mistranslated as... robe. Come on! In French that’s a dress, the English “robe” is what we call a robe de chambre. And it matters! The protagonist is knocking at his mother’s door and she opens it wearing a robe rather than clothes, which (in context) suggests that she was having sex; when you translate it as opening the door in a dress, the reader pictures her looking put together and wonders why her teenage son is feeling angrily embarrassed. Sure there will be more context clues in the rest of the paragraph, but your translation is not supposed to make it harder for the reader to form an accurate mental picture.

Category II - clunky sentences that make the text unpleasant or confusing to read

(I almost used the French translation of Julian Fellowes’ Past Imperfect as an example, but I suspect the original of being clunkily written as well. Still I gave a couple of examples of clumsy sentences at the end of my review that really should have been noticed and fixed.)

(Japanese -> French) Some sentences in the French translation of Masuji Ibuse’s 黒い雨 (Pluie noire) were so clumsy I had to re-read them several times, including the very first sentence. In English it is translated very neatly as: “For several years past, S. Shizuma had been aware of his niece Yasuko as a weight on his mind. What was worse, he had a presentiment that the weight was going to remain with him for still more years to come.”

In French we get this: “S. Shizuma avait depuis plusieurs années le cœur lourd au sujet de sa nièce Yasuko ; et pas seulement depuis plusieurs années, car il sentait bien que ce poids indicible doublerait, triplerait avec le temps.”

If the idea is that this past worry is likely to persist or worsen in the future, “et pas seulement depuis plusieurs années” is a confusing (and repetitive!) way of phrasing it. It suggests something that extends further into the past, not the future... In contrast, the Spanish translation uses the exact same “what was worse” phrasing as the English one: “Y, lo que era peor, tenía el presentimiento de que esta carga seguiría agobiándole indeciblemente aún durante muchos años.”

Another example (among many) where both the English and Spanish translations use the same simple phrasing while the French translator seems to get tangled up in her own syntax:

EN: “In the event, though, he proved to have shown more care than wisdom.”

SP: “Sea como sea, el caso es que demostró tener más prudencia que sabiduría.”

FR: “Or, ces doubles précautions avaient produit un effet en quelque sorte aussi stupide qu’elles avaient été avisées [...]” This character tried to do the wise / cautious thing and it resulted in something bad, I get it. But the English & Spanish translations are objectively neater and less syntactically muddled than “his double precautions produced an effect in some way as stupid as they had been wise.”

Category III (the worst) - mistranslations that actually influence the way the reader experiences the story or characters

(French -> English) The English translator of Valérie Perrin’s Trois (Three) seemed either confused by or not able to recognise a lot of French slang, which she translated literally. At one point the word “pisseuses”, a derogatory term for girls (yeah it comes from piss) is translated very literally as girls “who wet themselves.” It’s like if the English word “bitches” was translated as “female dogs” in another language where the term is neutral, instead of using a word with equivalent sexist connotations. The word ‘pisseuses’ here is part of a misogynistic character’s internal narration. He’s an adult man thinking of teenage girls as bitches; instead the inexplicable translation “girls who wet themselves” just leaves you baffled.

The same issue pops up again later on, when the same character thinks of an old woman as “la vieille bigote”—bigot means very religious in French, but here it’s not to be taken literally, it’s used as a generic derogatory term for an old woman. The English translation is “the pious old woman”—too literal ! It sounds almost respectful? Or at the very least neutral, when actually the male narrator is thinking of the woman as “this old hag.” Also their exchange had nothing at all to do with religion so you’re left confused as to how he came to think that she was pious.

It sounds like nitpicking but these are pretty big mistakes in that they not only make things confusing but also impact characterisation. You’re not supposed to turn a character’s negative thoughts into neutral ones. The translator does it again to a female character later on, this time with the opposite effect—making her less sympathetic. She is describing her life (married to a rich but controlling man) as “des vacances à perpétuité.” In English, her life becomes “a never-ending vacation”, thus erasing the very strong connotation of prison carried by the French phrase 'in perpetuity’. You could have found some phrasing around the idea of a “life sentence” maybe—we’re supposed to empathise with this character who consciously experiences her life as a gilded cage, and softening the phrase in the translation reduces the reader’s ability to do that by making it sound like this rich woman is just bored with her life of leisure. Sometimes even small mistranslations can end up having a significant impact on how the reader reacts to a story and its characters.

None of the above are awful translations if you take the book as a whole, but all four of these books are by best-selling authors so if they get so many poorly-translated words or sentences what hope is there for the rest...!

#the last examples impact characterisation or general comprehension but there were countless others (for the perrin book) that didn't #really matter but were still translation mistakes #like when ''plus qu'un an avant son diplôme'' became ''more than a year to go before his diploma'' #when it should have been ''only one year left to go'' #apparently the english translator mixed up ''plus qu'un an'' and ''plus d'un an''? #the ''plus'' in these two phrases have opposite meanings! #as in ''j'en ai plus'' can mean ''i've got more'' or ''i haven't got any left.'' you can hear the difference orally but not in writing #it's kind of an important nuance for a translator of french to be aware of...?

[writingonleaves]

will you take a moment? promise me this (that you'll stand by me forever) - the blue au

universe: the blue au (clementine sandoval x hughes brothers x nico hischier)

warnings: swearing, mentions of death, more sadness than i intended originally, mentions of covid during one particular part, so so much fluff!!

title + based on: "long live" by taylor swift, "i'll always remember you" by hannah montana, "ribs" by lorde, "vienna" by billy joel, "home" by edward sharpe & the magnetic zeros and "a letter to my younger self" by ambar lucid. title from "long live"

word count: 14k

author's note: graduation / draft moments that technically take place before the first installment. though you should read the first part for context if you haven't yet! romance who? we ride and die with found family. i def made myself cry a few times writing this. happy american thanksgiving to all those who celebrate. hold your family and loved ones close. hope you all enjoy and please let me know what you think <3

2018 - dallas, texas 

i wish you love, i wish you luck

for you, the world just opens up

- “i’ll always remember you” by hannah montana

“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Dallas. The time is currently 12:26 p.m. and the current temperature outside is a very toasty 91 degrees Fahrenheit.”

Clementine tunes out after that. 91 degrees? She’s gonna die when she gets out of the airport. 

As soon as she exits the plane, she follows the signs to the baggage claim, waiting for her luggage that isn’t only for this next week, but is for the entire summer as well before she returns to UCLA in the fall. After the draft, she’s heading back to Massachusetts to work in a clinic for the summer. 

Fuck, she just had her last final three days ago. She feels like it never stops. Sometimes she wishes it would. 

But she shakes her head to herself, watching as her bag comes closer. None of that now. She’s about to celebrate one of her favorite people making their dream come true. She smiles to herself as she wheels her suitcase and adjusts the straps of her backpack, not quite running but pretty close to it as she walks through the arrivals terminal of Dallas Fort Worth International Airport. 

“Clementine!” She whips her head over to see Ellen’s unmistakable blonde hair and wide smile, waving enthusiastically. Next to her is Maeve, her own mother with a more subdued smile, her carry-on suitcase beside her. They had scheduled their flights so that they’d land around the same time. To Clementine’s absolute delight, she sees Jack and Luke right before Luke comes flying at her. 

“Oof,” she groans as Luke hugs her tightly, burying his head into her shoulder. “God. You need to stop growing.”

“Never,” he mutters into her neck before letting go with a bright smile. “Hi Clemmy!”

She grins back. “Hi Lukey. I’ve missed you.”

“My turn!” She laughs as Jack shoves his brother aside and sways her around. He messed up her hair before pulling away. “I’m so pumped you’re here.”

“Me too, Jackson.” Both moms finally get to where they are and she hugs Ellen before hugging her own mother. “When did you land?”

“About an hour ago.”

Clementine cringes. “Yeah, we were delayed back at LAX. Sorry.”

Ellen waves her apology away as they start heading out of the airport, Jack grabbing her suitcase and Luke grabbing Maeve’s. “No worries. We’re just excited you both are here.”

“El, we wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Maeve says. And her mom’s right, Clementine thinks. Quinn’s getting drafted into the NHL. She can’t remember a time when this wasn’t his dream. 

“How have you been? How’s college?” Jack asks. “I feel like I haven’t talked to you in forever.”

“We literally all FaceTimed last week,” Luke says while avoiding Jack’s slap. 

“It’s not the same,” Jack whines. Clementine rolls her eyes at his tone, but he kinda has a point. FaceTimes and texts are never the same as their in-person debriefs, which have become fewer and more in-depth since all four of them are in different-ish places now (though Jack and Luke technically still live under the same roof and Quinn isn’t that far). 

Clementine feels a pang in her heart, knowing that the amount of debriefs will only get fewer and fewer as the years go on. 

“College is good,” she automatically squints against the sun the second they get outside. “Same old, same old. Didn’t fail any classes somehow, which is always a win.”

Ellen snorts. “Honey, you’re literally the smartest girl I know. I don’t think failing is in your vocabulary.”

“No, literally.” Luke adds. 

“Aw, not true. Thank you, but not true. And this weekend isn’t about me.” Clementine whips out her arm in front of Jack’s front so that he doesn’t get run over by a car. “I didn’t expect to see you two until dinner.”

Jack shrugs. “We were gonna tag along with Dad, but we already did to some of his stuff yesterday and it was so boring.”

Clementine snorts. “Well, he’s technically kind of working this weekend, no?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think it would be that boring,” Jack says. 

“You two better get used to it then,” she swings an arm around both Jack and Luke’s shoulders. “Especially you, Jacky. This is gonna be you next year.”

Jack groans, but Clementine knows he secretly loves it. “Ugh. Don’t remind me. You’re gonna be here, right?”

“Where?”

“Next year. At the draft.”

“What? Of course I will.” How dare he think differently? “And whenever Luke’s is. You guys are silly for thinking otherwise.”

“But what if you’re too busy saving lives?”

“It doesn't matter where I am. I’ll be there,” Clementine promises, as they all climb into the car. 

“Clem’s right, boys.” Maeve says, turning around from the passenger seat as Ellen starts the engine. “You can’t get rid of us that easily.” Luke responds by putting his chin on Maeve’s shoulder as she reaches up to tap his cheek fondly. “Have you all gotten the chance to see Quinn much?”

“Here and there,” Ellen says. “Media and last minute meetings with teams have been keeping him busy though.”

Clementine has naturally always known more about the hockey world than the average person purely from her circumstances, but within the last month or so — mostly when she’s been procrastinating on studying for final exams — she’s been poking around online to see people’s pre-draft predictions. Obviously, she knows they’re just speculations, but she wanted to get an idea of what the general world has been thinking of Quinn. She thinks he’s the best at everything, but she’s aware she’s incredibly biased. 

She hasn’t really talked to Quinn, or the other two, about it, knowing that it’s all they’ve been thinking or hearing about and there’s no use adding onto the noise. But Clementine wants to be prepared. From her research, people have Quinn going to places from Arizona to Vancouver to Ottawa. She’s seen Detroit a good amount. One or two said New York or Chicago. 

But at the end of the day, truly, it doesn't matter. For her at least. He’s getting drafted into the National Hockey League and Clementine brought two waterproof mascaras to prepare. 

“God, El.” Maeve puts a hand on her best friend’s shoulder. “You must be so proud.”

“It’s definitely a big week,” Ellen says. Jack puts his head on Clementine’s shoulder because she somehow ended up in the middle seat. But she doesn’t shove him off like she usually would. 

Every time she sees these boys — this family — again, she feels more grateful to have them.

“Thanks for picking us up,” Clementine says. “You really didn’t have to.”

“Oh, it was nothing.” Ellen says. “Now tell us about college, honey. Only one more year to go! Well, of undergrad at least.”

…..

Later that night, they’re about to go inside a nice restaurant for dinner when Clementine squeals, launching herself at Quinn. She feels his laughter as she squeezes tight and she holds on longer than normal. 

“Hey Clem,” he says. 

She pulls back and smiles, before hugging him again. “Hi Q.”

“It’s so good to see you,” he says, as Clementine lets go to let him hug Maeve, who sways him. Clementine thinks she sees her mother’s eyes water. 

Clementine turns to beam at Jim. “Hi Jimmy!”

“Hey sunshine,” he says with a laugh, hugging her and kissing her on the cheek. “Glad you and your mom made it.”

“Of course.” They all file into the restaurant and take their seats. She sits inbetween Quinn and Ellen with Jack directly across from her. She narrows her eyes when he kicks her foot and purposefully avoids her eye contact. 

She turns to Quinn with a wide smile. “Look at you. You’re such a star.”

Quinn laughs nervously. “What are you talking about?”

“We’re here. In Dallas. To watch you get drafted. This is a big deal!”

“Are you gonna cry?” Luke teases. 

Clementine snorts. “Of course I am. Stupid question, Lukey. I’m gonna be crying all weekend.” She wraps an arm around Quinn and leans in for a side hug. “I’m sorry I didn’t get to come to see you play at Michigan this year. I’ll try my best next season.”

“What?” Quinn asks, genuinely confused. “It’s okay. I-I didn’t expect you to. You’re busy at school.”

She shrugs, thanking the waitress for pouring out her glass of water before turning back to Quinn. “I want to, though. Jack and Luke and even Trevor keep texting me that I need to come to one.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Quinn says. And Clementine knows he means it too, the sweet boy. “I’m serious. You already stream the games and that’s completely unnecessary.”

“Sorry I want to support my best friend slash brother.”

Quinn pouts, “Well now I feel like an asshole.”

Clementine just smirks as everyone looks over the menu.

Dinner is simply wonderful. The food is yummy but the company is even better, as she finds herself laughing loudly at all of Ellen’s classic stories and Maeve bouncing off of her old friend seamlessly. Clementine just giggles under her breath as she watches Jim sit there in amusement and sometimes exasperation, ordering a second beer before their main courses even come. The boys are the boys, lively as ever and filled with love. The feeling of anticipation and excitement in the air has Clementine just putting her chin on her hand, observing the love around her. 

Her father would’ve loved this. 

As if he knows that she’s about to go too deep in her thoughts, Luke pulls on her ponytail. She shoots him a look as she’s swallowing her bite of gnocchi. “What?”

He beams. “Nothing.”

She rolls her eyes, but smiles nonetheless. Luke will always be her baby, but it’s moments like this when she realizes that he’s growing up so fast. As Quinn laughs at something his dad said and she watches Luke’s eyes drift towards him, she bites her lip. Soon enough, it’ll be Luke in his oldest brother’s shoes seeing what team will draft him. 

She blinks as a hand waves in front of her. “Earth to Clee,” Jack says. 

“What’s up?”

Jack gives her a hopeful look. “Can I try some of your pasta?”

“Cut me a piece of your steak and then we’ll talk.”

…..

The next few days, Clementine and her mom explore Dallas. Ellen, Jack and Luke join them when they can, Jim comes on the rare time that he doesn’t have meetings and Quinn is just too busy to join at all. Clementine’s surprised Ellen, Jack and Luke are even tagging along with them. But she welcomes it. 

Until Jack is nudging her way too close to the edge of the sidewalk and she stumbles. Luke just laughs and both Ellen and Maeve don’t see it because they’re walking up ahead. Assholes. 

The day of the draft comes quickly, and her and her mom are staying in the same hotel the Hughes family is. They get ready right after lunch, as Maeve and Clementine take charge of being the communication liaison for the rest of the Hughes family who’s here on this special day to let Ellen and Jim handle what they need to. Ever since the day Ellen introduced Maeve to her family, Maeve’s become one of them. Clementine smiles as she watches Geegs, Ellen’s mom, and her mom hug, opening her own arms happily when it’s her turn. 

“Hi Sweetie.”

“Hi Geegs,” she lets the older woman place her hands on her cheeks. 

“You look more like your father the older you get. Beautiful.”

Clementine swallows as she reaches up to squeeze her pseudo-grandma’s wrists, before turning to greet the various other family members. Most of them she knows, some she doesn’t. Many she hasn’t seen since she went to college. 

She volunteers to wait downstairs for everyone to come while her mom makes a few trips to and from the hotel room where Ellen, Jim, Quinn, Jack and Luke are. Once she’s 99% sure everyone is at the hotel, she makes the trip up to the room herself. In the elevator mirror, she glances at her outfit. A blush pink wrap dress with white heeled sandals. She’s decided to keep her hair down, a hair elastic around her wrist that will no doubt be used the second she steps outside into the Dallas heat. Earrings that Ellen gave her for her 18th birthday are dangling from her ears.

And of course, the three friendship bracelets tied around her left wrist. They don’t match any part of her outfit, but it doesn’t matter. She rubs over them with her right thumb as the elevator door opens. 

When she knocks on the door, it’s swung open immediately by one of their many cousins. Emily, who can’t be more than five years old, immediately wraps her arms around Clementine’s legs.

Clementine laughs, maneuvering carefully so that she can shut the door behind her before bending down to fully hug the girl. “Hi Em.”

“Hi Clee!”

“How are you?” Clementine stands back up. “You look so pretty.”

“Thank you,” Emily reaches out to tug at Clementine’s hand and she obliges. “Everyone’s been looking for you.”

“Really?” Clementine asks skeptically as she follows the young girl down the short hallway.

“Well, maybe just me.” They come to a stop and there’s a big call of her name echoed throughout the room. Clementine smiles bashfully. The Hughes extended family has always been nice to her, but this isn’t her day. She eyes the camera out of the corner of her eye and blinks.

Sometimes she forgets that the three boys she calls her brothers have outside attention on them. Which is dumb, because duh. But she forgets they’re not just… Quinny, Jacky and Lukey. 

Though today, out of all days, nothing will let her forget. She thinks she’s okay with that. 

The sound of Luke calling out her name puts her a bit more at ease. “I was starting to think you got lost.” She rolls her eyes, ignoring him as she gets pulled into hugs. 

She eventually stops in front of her mother, who just raises an eyebrow and lowers her voice. “You have the cufflinks?”

She nods, blindly reaching into her purse and feeling around for her small gift for Quinn. “Yeah. I’ll give it to him when he starts getting dressed.”

Jim, who overhears the exchange between mother and daughter, eyes them suspiciously. “Cufflinks? Mae, you already got him-”

“Not from me,” Maeve sings with a mischievous smile. “Technically, this one is all Clem.” Jim rolls his eyes as Clementine smiles innocently, before she gets pulled into a conversation with Lara, one of the aunts. 

She notices immediately when Quinn is ducking into the attached bedroom to change and quickly scurries in his direction. She stops in the doorway, watching as Quinn starts unzipping the garment bag that’s holding the suit that Maeve gifted him for this very day. “You have a second?” Clementine says. 

Quinn turns around quickly with a small smile. “Of course.” Clementine walks in and reaches into the outside pocket, taking out the small black pouch. Immediately, Quinn is shaking his head. “Clem, no.”

“You don’t even know what it is!”

“I don’t have to. Clem, the fact that you’re here and I’m wearing a suit your mom made me. That’s enough. That’s more than enough.”

Clementine pouts, “It’s never enough. Open it.” With a skeptical look, he carefully takes the pouch for her hands and opens it. He gently lays the cufflinks out on the palm of his hand. They’re silver, a Q and an H written out in cursive on each. “It’s nothing too crazy, but-”

“It’s perfect,” Quinn breathes out. He closes his fest and looks up, pulling Clementine into a very tight hug. “Thank you so much.”

She can feel herself starting to tear up. Dammit. “I’m so…god, I don’t know.”

He pulls away and laughs. “You’re already crying?”

“I’m trying not to,” she whines, watching as he puts the cufflinks back into the pouch and places them on a nearby table. She clears her throat. “I’ll let you get ready.”

She smiles at him one last time before turning around to walk out of the room. “Clem?” He says. 

She whips her head back around. “Yeah?”

“I love you.” 

She swallows and puts a hand up. “Don’t,” she says, trying to keep her voice steady. He laughs and she laughs with him. “I love you too, Quinny. So much.”

He nods and she leaves the room and enters the other bedroom. Immediately, she’s met with Jack. He takes one look at her watery eyes and cackles. “Oh, I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Jack’s eyes widen as he clasps his watch around his wrist. “Little ears!”

“You’re a big boy. You can handle it.” She sits down on the edge of the bed across from him, eyeing his formal attire. Only his blazer is missing. She softens. “You look great.”

Jack beams. “Thanks, Clee! You do too.”

“You think?” She says playfully, smoothing down her dress. 

“Yes,” he says genuinely, causing her to look at him. “You look beautiful.”

She just smiles, making grabby hands at him. Jack obliges, collapsing into her for a tight hug that has a tear falling down Clementine’s face. A few other ones slip out as Luke walks in and immediately wraps himself around the two. 

The ride to the arena is quick, Maeve in charge of driving her daughter, Aunt Lara, Uncle Rich and Emily. Once they’re parked, Maeve sees a text from Ellen saying that that the Hughes family who were riding on the bus also just got there and asks if she and Clementine can meet them for a second before they all go their separate ways — the Hughes family to their spots and the others to the designed family and friends area on the other side of the arena. Maeve furrows her eyebrows, muttering about what her old friend could possibly want, but obliges.

Clementine hears the crowd before she sees them, knowing that Quinn is somewhere in the thrall. Before Clementine and Maeve can be confused about where they go, they see Ellen waving them over. 

“What’s up? Did you forget something?” Maeve asks. 

Ellen shakes her head with a smile. Suspicious. “No. Come on. They just opened the doors.”

“What?” Maeve and Clementine ask in unison as they follow Ellen. 

“Surprise! You two are sitting with us.”

“El-”

“Nope,” Ellen glares at Maeve. “No arguments. Quinn wanted you both with him when his name gets called, and it’s his day, so what he says goes.”

Clementine snorts. Dirty move pulling that. But she knows Ellen knows exactly what she’s doing. 

“Are you sure?” Clementine asks softly. 

Ellen pulls her into a side hug as they walk into the building together. “Of course, honey. You’re family. You know that.”

The only three people who are actually in their seats when the three of them go up to their row are Jack, Luke and Geegs, who all just smile and direct them both to their designated seats — Clementine inbetween Jack and Geegs while Maeve is inbetween Ellen and Jim. Maeve sits on the other side of Geegs, the seat momentarily open and Ellen immediately leaves because she’s getting signaled to do media.

Thank god that she doesn’t have to do that, Clementine thinks. She thinks she’d rather die. 

Clementina takes her seat and narrows her eyes playfully at Jack and Luke. “You little secret keepers.”

Luke laughs as Jack smirks. “Good to see you again.”

“Yeah,” she breathes out, looking around and taking in her surroundings for the first time. “This is bananas.”

“Pretty cool, isn’t it?” Luke says. And yeah, it is cool. And wonderful. But also scary? And Clementine’s not the one being drafted. 

Clementine sees Quinn and the Tkachuk brothers coming up to where they are. She’s only met Brady and Matthew a handful of times, but everytime has been as lovely as the last. Brady is immediately occupied by Jack and Luke so Clementine turns to Matthew, standing up and giving him a quick hug. 

“Hey Clementine. Long time no see,” Matthew says into her ear. 

Clementine chuckles. “Hi Matty. It’s good to see you.”

“You look beautiful. Most stunning woman in the room.”

She rolls her eyes. Fucking charmer. “The flirting didn’t work when we were 17. It’s not gonna work when we’re 20.”

Matthew pouts playfully. “At least I tried.” He smiles genuinely. “You excited? It’s a big day.”

“Yeah. It’s quite something.” They both look at Quinn and Brady and she nudges Matthew. “Big day for you guys too. I bet your parents are excited.”

“Yeah, they are. I’m sure you’ll see them later. Last I heard you were in college?”

“I am. Just finished my junior year at UCLA. One more to go.”

Matthew whistles. “Damn. You still wanna be a doctor?”

“That’s the plan.”

He shakes his head with a smirk. “Smartest Hughes by far.” She just shoves his shoulder playfully.

“Clem!” Brady interrupts them by corralling her into a hug, causing Matthew to almost fall. 

Clementine giggles. “Hey Brady. Congratulations.”

“Thank you,” Brady beams. Clementine finds him absolutely endearing. 

“Whatever team calls your name is lucky to have you.” Brady just keeps smiling and it’s so damn infectious.

Ellen and Jim return and Brady and Matthew take that as a signal that they should head back to their seats. Clementine smiles as the boys all exchange hugs — Quinn and Brady’s lasting longer than all the others — and settles back into her seat. Geegs offers her a bottle of water and Clementine thanks her with a grin. 

“I’m nervous,” she mutters to Geegs, so the boys can’t hear and make fun of her. 

“Me too, sweetie.” She says, patting her leg in such a grandmotherly way that makes Clementine miss her own. She catches Clementine looking down the row at Jack, Luke and Quinn, in that order and takes her hand to squeeze it. “They’re always gonna need you, you know?”

She whips her head back, Geegs with a light smile on her face. “What do you mean?” Clementine asks. 

“It doesn’t matter what team all three of them will eventually get drafted to, they’re always gonna need their big sister.” 

Immediately, Clementine shakes her head, trying not to fucking cry at an event that has nothing to do with her. “They’ve been doing just fine on their own.”

“Sweetie.” Geegs just says, looking at her with that look. 

And Clementine realizes the last time she saw that look, three years ago, a day before she was on a flight to LA, her father dying nine months prior but it feeling like yesterday. She had broken down in her childhood bedroom in Toronto, where everyone was downstairs about to have a farewell dinner to send her off. Geegs had seen her first before getting Maeve and Ellen, and then the three women were just holding Clementine and letting her cry. She had gone on a ramble about leaving home and going to LA and how she misses her dad and how her brothers are going to be so far away and are gonna forget about her. It was a lot for her at that time and the three most important women in her life helped her through it. 

She just leans her head on Geegs’s shoulder, before placing a kiss on her cheek. “Love you.”

“Love you too, sweet girl.” 

Geegs is about to say more before Jack starts incessantly tapping on Clementine’s shoulder. She rolls her eyes but catches Geegs’s knowing look before turning. “What?” Jack pouts at the snap in her tone and Clementine sighs. “Oh don’t give me that.”

“Why not? It works everytime.”

“What’s up?”

He just nudges her shoulder. “Just, I don’t know, wanna make sure you’re good.”

Clementine smiles, leaning her head on his shoulder as he rests his arm around the back of her seat. “I’m perfect.”

“You sure?”

She bites her lip. “Yeah. I just, I don’t know, not trying to bring down the mood but, I wish Dad was here, you know? He would’ve loved all this.”

Jack swallows and she feels him lean his head atop of hers. “Yeah,” he breathes out. “I was thinking that this morning, when we were all at the hotel and everything. I wish he was here too.”

She sneaks a look at Quinn, who’s chatting with his mom. “He would’ve been so proud.”

Jack hums. “Love you, Clee.”

It’s the second time she’s heard that from someone in the Hughes family in two minutes, but it still makes her emotional all the same. “Love you too, Jacky.” She breathes out and tries to gather herself. “God, can we get this show on the road? I’m getting antsy.”

Jack snorts. “Already? It’s gonna be a long night for you then.”

She narrows her eyes. “Careful. If you want me to sneak you a sip of alcohol later, you have to be nice to me.”

Jack huffs. “I can’t wait until the day I’m legal. The drinking age being 19 here is ruining my vibe.”

“Got a couple more years until that, buddy.” And then the arena lights start dimming and a tribute for the Humboldt Broncos tragedy starts. 

It begins. 

When Quinn’s name gets called seventh overall to the Vancouver Canucks, Clementine jumps out of her seat and immediately starts crying as she watches him hug his brothers, before hugging her tightly.

“I’m so proud of you, Q.” She mutters into his shoulder.

“Thanks, Clem.”

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” And she lets go to let him hug his grandmother. 

Clementine catches Ellen’s gaze right after Quinn hugs his mother and they share a watery smile, as she watches Maeve squeeze Quinn and kiss him on the cheek. As she watches him go down the stairs and give Brady a hug — she cheered extra loud when Ottawa called his name out earlier — she takes a deep shaky breath but laughs when Luke urges her to take Quinn’s seat. She sits down and squeezes Ellen’s hand, before Ellen kisses her on the cheek. 

Clementine is so overwhelmed and proud and excited for what’s to come, while also being very emotional about how much hard work it took for Quinn to get here. She’s had a front seat on seeing him grow up and it’s been the most incredible ride. 

Later, when they finally all meet up with Quinn again at one of the suites in the arena, she’s about half a vodka cranberry in and just watches all his admirers greet him, the Canucks jersey and hat adorning him nicely. When he finally comes up to her, she beams. 

Quinn laughs as he hugs her, “Already starting to drink?”

“It’s a big day,” she says, pulling away to look him up and down. “Holy shit, dude.”

“Careful. I’m mic’ed up.”

She rolls her eyes. “They can bleep that out. I’m so happy for you. How you feeling?”

“Good, good.” That’s all the words they exchange before other family members rightfully step in to offer their congratulations.

She knows it won’t fully sink in until later, probably when he makes his NHL debut. But what a special day that will live in Clementine’s memory forever.

(It’s not until they’re transferring the celebration to a nearby restaurant / bar does Clementine remember. She literally stops in her tracks, and Quinn, who’s walking beside her and was talking about all the media stuff he had to do, looks at her, confused. 

“Everything good?” He asks. 

Clementine digs into her purse to pull out an envelope. “Yeah. I just almost forgot.”

He takes the envelope, still confused. “What’s this?”

“It’s from Dad.” Quinn blinks at the familiar scribble of his name. “I’ve been keeping it safe this whole time.”

“Fuck, Clem. I-what’s in it?”

She shrugs. “Whatever he wanted to say to you during this moment. I got one when I graduated high school. I’m almost certain your parents probably got theirs today or will eventually from my mom.” She smiles sadly as Quinn sniffs, still staring at the envelope. “Read it later,” she urges softly. “It’ll still be there tomorrow.”

Quinn nods, putting it inside his suit jacket as they continue walking. “Yeah, that’s probably for the best.” He pauses for a few seconds before hugging Clementine the tightest he’s hugged her today. “Thank you.”

“I’m just the messenger,” Clementine says, but she hugs him back. “I know he’s so proud of you, wherever he is.”

Quinn just nods into her shoulder and Clementine feels like they’re kids again)

2019 - los angeles, california

you’re the only friend i need

sharing beds like little kids

and laughing till our ribs get tired

but that will never be enough

- “ribs” by lorde

Clementine’s trying to stifle a yawn as the speeches start. At least they got over the majority of the speeches yesterday during all-university commencement. 

She knows her mom, Ellen and Jim are in the crowd somewhere, from the selfie she got from them as she was waiting to walk to her seat. Thankfully it’s not that hot out, especially for LA, otherwise she’d be more restless than she already is in her lace white dress. Having a ceremony outside is kinda nice, actually, especially with the wind brushing around her legs. 

She walks on the stage, shakes the dean’s hand, gets her diploma and doesn’t faceplant at all, so she takes that as a win. She cheers for her friends when they walk across, and she’s still trying to wrap her head around the fact that four years have gone by so slowly yet so quickly. It’s been filled with great and tough moments, but she’s grateful despite it all. 

They throw their hats up and she embraces her friends, thinking about how they’re all gonna be spread out around the country in just a few months. Clementine’s staying in California, at least, heading to Stanford for medical school in the fall, but it’ll be so different. 

But that’s the beauty of it all, right?

After exchanging a few texts with her mom to establish a meeting place, she briskly walks over to the area, eager to see her family. But she stops in her tracks when she sees Quinn, Jack and Luke. 

They’re not supposed to be here. She blinks, wondering if she’s imagining it. But she hears Luke scream her name and it’s real. All in various colors of a button up and slacks and they’re fucking here. 

“Oh my god,” she says to herself before running over — as fast as she can in these heels — and absolutely crashing into Luke. Her cap falls off but she can’t even care. Jack’s next and hearing his laugh so close to her ear makes her fully start sobbing. By the time Quinn is swaying her side to side and handing her a huge bouquet of flowers “from all three of us,” she’s afraid her eyeliner is ruined. 

She quickly hugs her mom, Ellen and Jim, accepting two more smaller bouquets and turns back to the boys. “You guys are not-how are you here?”

“This was the plan all along,” Quinn laughs. “Come on, Clem. We weren’t gonna miss this.”

“B-but you’re supposed to be, I don’t know, somewhere! Jack, you’re supposed to be doing whatever the hell people do a week before their draft. And Luke, I swear you told me you had a tournament.”

Everyone’s laughing at her disbelief. “Just a few white lies here and there,” Jack says with a proud smile. “Quinn’s right. We wouldn’t miss this.”

“Congratulations, Clemmy!” Luke beams and Clementine wants to squeeze his fucking cheeks. “You didn’t trip walking across the stage.”

“And isn’t that a relief,” Jim jokes. 

Clementines points at the parents in mock accusation after adjusting her hold on all the flowers and her diploma. “You guys knew about this all along, didn’t you?”

“Of course we did,” Maeve rolls her eyes with a grin. “They’ve been planning this for months. Jack literally said he wouldn’t go to Worlds if it was at the same time as your graduation.”

She whacks him lightly across the back of his head with her diploma. “Stupid.”

“Hey!” Jack whines, rubbing the back of his head. 

“Okay, pictures! Before Clem completely cries her makeup off.” Ellen exclaims as they all laugh. Pictures take way too long but Clementine can’t even complain, even when Jack blows raspberries on her and she wants to strangle him. 

As they all walk around campus, Clementine giving an unofficial tour, she points out her old residences, where she used to study, where she’s cried, where she’s laughed. This campus means so much to her and houses so many memories that they’re not a part of. She also gets updates since the last time she saw them over her brief winter break. Luke officially committed to the NTDP, Quinn made his debut with the Canucks that she’s still upset she couldn’t make it for, both Quinn and Jack went to the World Championships, not to mention that Jack’s draft is literally in a week.  

They’re so interested in hearing about her last semester of college and congratulate her officially on Stanford even though Clementine thinks that’s nothing compared to what they’re accomplishing. She voices that, and Quinn immediately gives her a disapproving look that is kinda funny coming from someone younger than her and Luke rolls his eyes with the bold sass of a 15 year old.

Maybe that’s a good thing, Clementine thinks as Jack starts saying how he always talks to his friends about how his “smart, cool older sister” is gonna be a doctor and go to one of the top schools in the country. They all have their talents and they see each other’s accomplishments as the coolest thing in the world. 

She knows not everyone has that kind of support system. She is so blessed that she does, especially today. 

She’s surprised even more when she’s told her mom booked a reservation for one of her favorite farm to table places nearby for dinner, and she indulges herself with two glasses of wine, turning a blind eye when Quinn sneaks a sip. She glares when Luke tries though. Quinn’s at least closer to legal age. 

As she gets healthily tipsy, giggling at every single thing being said and Quinn subtly filling up her glass of water, a tear slips out again. Luckily, no one notices because she wipes it away very quickly.

Everything’s moving so fast. She wishes it would slow down. 

2019 - vancouver, british columbia 

slow down, you’re doing fine

you can’t be everything you wanna be before your time

although it’s so romantic on the borderline tonight

- “vienna” by billy joel

Clementine likes to think she’s more prepared this time around. But deep down, she asks herself if she really is. 

The vibe leading up to this draft compared to last year has been a bit different. While there was a good amount of focus on Quinn last year, it’s ramped so much higher this time around for Jack. She’s heard all about the hype. The draft of the Americans. The draft where Jack’s projected to go first.

And she really applauds Jack for handling it as well as he has. Clementine turns 22 in two weeks and she doesn’t think she could be as collected as Jack is at 18. But then again, all three brothers have been preparing for something like this their whole lives. 

Her and her mother are sitting with the family again with the draftees and this time it’s not a surprise. Maeve once again bought Jack’s suit and Clementine gifted him a watch this morning, and also gave him the letter from Miguel because she vowed to herself that she wouldn’t almost forget like she did for Quinn’s. Jack had just given her the longest hug. 

Jack’s been smiles all morning, confidence radiating off his skin. Clementine knows that most of that is genuine  — Jack has always worn his fearlessness the most outwardly compared to his brothers. So when he says he isn’t nervous, she believes him.

At least this time she has a clearer idea of where Jack will be. It’s either going to be New Jersey or New York. She, and everyone in the hockey world, would be shocked if he ended up in Chicago. 

New Jersey would be extra special. Her dad grew up there. So she hopes all the prediction articles she’s read are correct.

So now here they are. A different country and arena this time around. She’s sitting next to Luke and Geegs and there’s a lot more media that’s paying attention to them. Like right now, where it’s only her and Geegs at their seats because the entire Hughes family is doing media. Being on the bus with them this time around instead of driving to the arena herself, Clementine got more of a look into the behind the scenes stuff before the draft starts. She watched with pride as Jack walked down the carpet, signing autographs and probably charming every single person out there. 

As she walked into Rogers Arena, she got more nervous, smoothing down her olive green dress with her sweaty palms. She’s wearing the same white sandals she wore last year because of some sentimental thought she had in her head while figuring out her outfit. Friendship bracelets are on, hair is fully up this time in a high curled ponytail and her head’s all over the place.

But she also is distracted as Jack has wanted to introduce her to everyone. She’s met a lot of the kids in the program at least once, but it’s been awhile and it feels like she’s meeting them again. Everyone except for Alex, who has crashed some of Jack’s FaceTimes with her since he’s lived with the Hughes’ the last two years. Because of that, she’s inadvertently adopted him as another younger brother of sorts. Cole has the widest smile on his face and Clementine just wants to put him in her pocket. Trevor’s laugh is so contagious that Clementine understands why Jack always says him and Trevor are almost the same person. 

As she watches all of them together, she feels sad that she’s had to miss out on stuff like this, watching her younger brothers find their friends and their way and her only appearing in the stories the boys tell but not actually being in the stories. But what can she do? She chose to go to California for school. She’s choosing to stay in California for school. All with their full support and encouragement. 

That doesn’t mean she can’t be sad that she’s missing things back home. Wherever that is.

She snaps herself out of it though, those pangs of sadness she’s felt throughout the morning. It’s not fair on her emotions that she literally just packed her own stuff up from UCLA a week ago and now is here for one of Jack’s biggest moments. He’s so excited. She doesn’t want to cloud that. 

Jack’s ability to be so happy and excited is one of the best things about him.

Once everyone’s back to their seats, she’s bouncing her leg. Without looking, Quinn just puts a hand on her thigh to calm her down and she wonders for the 100th time in the last week when the fuck he got so observant and mature. 

(He always has been. Clementine’s just in a state of constant denial lately.) 

Jack gets picked first overall to the New Jersey Devils and Clementine, to no one’s surprise, starts crying. 

“Let’s go, baby!” He practically screams into her ear as he hugs her.

She laughs through her tears. “Congrats, Jacky. Love you.”

“Love you more, Clee.”

Jack walks down and makes his way onto the stage and Clementine is having the most intense case of deja vu in her life. Maeve hands her a tissue and she knows that some camera is capturing her wiping her eyes carefully. Hopefully the camera captures her whacking Quinn as he makes fun of her as well. She puts her hands over her heart watching Jack shake Gary Bettman’s hand. She can feel her dad’s love and happiness as if he’s here. 

And maybe he is, even if not physically. He’s here somewhere.  

(Hearing “Coming Home” by Diddy - Dirty Money and Skylar Grey playing as Jack walked down had Clementine wanting to slam her head through a wall. She knows Jack probably didn’t put too much thought into the song, but as she hears Skylar’s voice crooning on about letting the rain wash the pain away and coming home and forgiving mistakes, what else is she supposed to feel?)

She watches one by one as Jack’s friends get drafted with a big smile while enjoying the quiet commentary that Jim is offering. She’s still trying to wrap her head around the fact that Jack will probably be playing in the NHL this year and she still clearly remembers him hiding her shoes when they were younger. 

Clementine laughs as Jack launches himself at her when she sees him later, laughs even more when he and his buddies are being stupid and so boy-like that it makes her heart ache. At some point, someone has control of the aux and “The Spins” by Mac Miller starts playing and Clementine feels fond. Quinn appears beside her and she leans into him. 

“Is this how you feel all the time when you see us?” He asks. 

She breathes out. “Yup.” 

“I don’t know how you do it.”

“Me neither, Q.” 

He chuckles. “The curse of being an older sibling.”

“You have no fucking idea.” 

“The first thought I had when his name was called was that Miguel would’ve screamed.” 

She snorts. “Probably true. I gave Jack his letter this morning.”

“I know. I accidentally walked in just as he was finishing reading it.” He pauses suddenly. “Will you come watch when I come to play the Sharks?” 

She looks over at the vulnerable look in his eyes. “Of course.” She realizes then where Quinn’s fears are going. Michigan is only an hour and a half away from Jersey by plane, while Vancouver is four hours away by plane. She’s gonna be the closest to him out of the seven of them. “Of course I will, Quinn. Always.”

“Thanks,” Quinn replies, voice a bit rough. She just presses a kiss to his cheek.

…..

The next morning, Clementine’s woken up by a knock on the door. She groans, but the knocks keep happening so she kicks herself off the bed, throws on a UCLA sweatshirt over herself and opens the door. Jack’s standing at the doorway, hair all over the place and t-shirt and shorts wrinkly. 

“What the fuck, Jack?” She asks bluntly. 

“Sorry.” At least he looks apologetic. “Shit, sorry. I’m just a bit restless.”

“Get in. Quietly. We can talk on the balcony.” Jack gives her a thankful smile as he follows her into the room. They tiptoe past so that Maeve doesn’t wake up, Clementine grabbing her phone along the way. 

She groans as he closes the balcony door and she sinks down into one of the seats. “Jack, it’s 8 in the goddamn morning. Did you not see Ellen and I knocking back shots yesterday?”

Jack snorts. “Who didn’t? I’m pretty sure at least 10 people were filming.”

“What can I say? Your family and friends think I’m entertaining.” She yawns. “What’s up, superstar? What’s got your mind racing at this ungodly hour?”

He shrugs and Clementine wants to roll her eyes. But her semi-awake brain reminds her that this is how all three of them, but especially Jack, has always been. When there’s something bothering him, she always gives him time and lets him come to her. 

A few minutes of silence, before:

“I’m not in over my head, right?”

“About?”

“Everything.”

Clementine blinks. Frankly, she’s too tired and hungover to be a big sister right now. But she’ll try her best. “Jack Rowden Hughes. Don’t tell me you were just drafted number one in the National Hockey League, which is something that had been predicted for at least two years now, and are telling me you’re in over your head.”

He flinches. “Don’t full name me. It’s too early for that.”

She kicks him in the ribs. “You’re a good player, Jack. Which is honestly probably an understatement. I’ve seen you play since you were literally a child. It’s almost freaky how good you are.”

“But you have to say that.”

“I don’t have to say anything,” Clementine says. “I don’t have the time and energy to be bullshitting people anymore, especially you.”

Jack looks down at his hands. “I guess the expectations have always been there, especially recently. But it’s so much more now and that’s kinda scary, Clee.”

“Everything new is always gonna be scary,” Clementine says softly, the breeze waving with her words. “Always. I don’t care how ready for it you’ve been. I’ve been wanting to be a doctor since I was 16. You think I’m not scared to go to Stanford in the fall?”

He furrows his eyebrows. “B-but you’re so smart. You’re gonna be fine.”

“And you’re so talented. So you’re gonna be fine.” She says pointedly. “Realistically, no one can predict the future. Of course I hope that you and Quinn have a great rookie year and a long, successful career ahead of you. Same with Lukey when it’s his turn. But inevitably, there’s gonna be hard moments. That’s just life. You and I both know that. Hell, we’ve been through that together. Will people talk shit about your hard moments more than mine? Yeah, unfortunately, which I hate and wish I could change. But those people, you need to remember, don’t know you. The people who do know you and who love you whether you have skates on your feet or not? Those are the people you should be listening to. And we all love you and are so, so proud of you, Jacky.”

He scooches his chair over and leans his head on her shoulder. “How do you always know what to say?”

“I think I’ve known you all long enough just to know what to say so that you’ll listen to me.” She plays with his hair, staring out into the harbor the hotel borders. “You got all the time in the world to be who you want to be, Jack. And maybe sometimes that requires being in your head a bit. But you’ll come out okay in the end. You always have.”

She swears she feels a few of his tears drip onto her shirt. “I love you, Clee. I know I say it a lot but I mean it everytime.”

“I know you do.”

“I cried when you got your diploma last week.”

“I know. Luke told me.”

“Traitor,” he says with no heat. He throws his legs over her lap and tucks himself into her. “I-I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” she parrots back.

He looks up at her from where he’s tucked his head under her chin and Clementine smiles sadly. He looks so young when he does that. He pouts. “You look sad.”

“I’m not sad.” 

He gives her a look. “Clementine Ana Sandoval.”

“Hey. You can’t do that,” she protests weakly. He waits. “I’m not sad, really. It’s just been an emotional week. In a happy way.”

“You can still be emotional in a happy way and be sad.”

She smiles. “I guess you’re right.” She kisses the top of his head. “I am so proud of you, Jack. Truly. I love you so much.”

“I love you the most, Clee. I’m serious.”

She looks at him with a smile, because she knows there’s just no way. He smiles back brightly in the morning light. 

His lips quiver and she frowns. “We’re gonna be so far apart now.” He whispers.

“We haven’t lived close to each other in awhile.”

“But it’s gonna be even farther.”

“Like I told Quinn, whenever you come play at San Jose, I’ll be there. I promise.”

“And what if I need you other times?”

“When have you called me and I haven’t picked up? Or haven’t called back within the hour?” Silence from him, because he knows she has a point. “Doesn’t matter how far apart we are. I’ll always be there for you.”

He nods, once to indicate that he heard, twice to inject those words into his veins. He kisses her cheek and she bites her lip. She’ll always love him. 

(They end up dozing off. Maeve wakes up and is very confused when she looks to see her daughter’s empty bed. Her gaze shifts to the balcony beyond the glass door and she smiles, watching Clementine and Jack’s chests fall and rise in sync. 

Maeve snaps a picture and sends it to Ellen, before getting out of bed to shower. She’ll give them some more time to rest.)

2021 - canton, michigan

laugh until we think we’ll die

barefoot on a summer night

never could be sweeter than with you

- “home” by edward sharpe & the magnetic zeros

The second her mom pulls into the Hughes’s driveway after 13 hours of being in the car, Clementine immediately runs to Ellen, who’s standing by the doorway waiting to greet them.

She breathes in Ellen’s familiar citrus perfume and melts into her arms. A year and a half into the pandemic has felt like 30 years, and Clementine just feels lucky that she can be here. She steps aside to let Maeve and Ellen embrace, getting the luggage from the car. 

“Where are Jimmy and the boys?” Maeve asks as they all gather in the kitchen and Ellen starts reheating some lasagna.

“Playing golf. They’ll be back soon.”

All three of them are collectively a bottle of white wine in deep when they hear a call pull into the driveway. Clementine can hear the moment the boys see the Massachusetts license plate because she hears Luke scream “Maeve and Clemmy are here!” and three car doors slamming before they barrel into the house. 

Clementine just waves her fingers and giggles. Quinn reaches her first, hugging her and lifting her off the stool as she laughs into his neck. Luke’s next — has he grown even more? — and she places three consecutive kisses on his cheek. Jack’s smile is as bright as ever and she threads one hand in his hair as he spins her around. 

Then finally, Jim, who’s been patiently waiting his turn. When she hugs him, she turns her cheek so that it’s against his chest. He places a fatherly kiss in her hair and she feels like a little girl again. 

In her wine drunk stage, she happily listens to the boys babble on about whatever, Maeve chiming in from time to time with stories about what it’s like trying to teach ten year olds over Zoom. At one point, Jack spits out a mouthful of beer and Quinn’s grimacing while Clementine grabs a paper towel without missing a beat in her retelling of how she should’ve gotten an A on a final paper she submitted last semester. 

(Jack had rolled his eyes, muttering “fucking overachiever” under his breath which Clementine glared at him for. Mr. Number One Pick shouldn’t be talking) 

It sucks that Luke won’t be able to get the same draft experience his brothers did, but in a way, it’s a wonderful compromise. He gets to be at home surrounded by his family and friends. Sure, media is still somehow finding their way in because it’s the draft and because he’s a Hughes but it won’t be nearly as much as it has been before. 

Clementine finds a bit of comfort in knowing that Luke won’t immediately jump into the NHL like Jack did. Not that she doesn’t want him to. She wants them to get everything they want in life. But Luke is her baby. He’s perpetually eight years old in her mind. 

And this isn’t the time to dwell on this, but Jack’s rookie year was so tough on him. She’ll never forget getting a call at 2 am his time, absolutely hyperventilating over the phone. After that, she demanded he call her once every week for at least two months after. Luckily, Quinn had a great rookie year and Jack’s second year was better, but goodness, she needs a bit more time to prepare before she starts getting middle of the night calls from three Hughes brothers involving a world she’s still learning about day by day. 

The next week is relaxing and lovely, Clementine having nothing to do for the first time in awhile having taken two weeks off from her summer job at Boston Children’s for this. She lets herself sleep in, takes naps in the backyard and on the boat, moves around slowly in the kitchen to help prepare dinner and cherishes the sounds of Quinn, Jack and Luke’s laughter echoing through the house. 

…..

The night before the draft, Clementine feels a bit restless. She tosses aside her blanket and tiptoes downstairs in a Michigan sweatshirt that she’s stolen at some point this week. Wiping her eyes, she quietly opens cabinets and pokes through the pantry, concluding that the Hughes household has all the ingredients she needs to make brown sugar cookies. Luckily, sound doesn’t travel much in this house, she’s learned. Clementine starts to get to work. 

By the time she’s waiting for the oven to finish preheating so she can put cookies into the oven, she hears footsteps coming down the stairs. She’s about to open her mouth to apologize but snaps it shut when she sees Quinn, all cozied up in a black t-shirt and gray sweats, hair absolutely all over the place. 

He blinks. “Why are you awake?”

“Your guess is as good as mine.”

Quinn scans over the three trays of cookies waiting to go in. “Didn’t both our moms bake a gigantic cake today?”

“Yup.”

He hums. The oven beeps and before she can react, he slides the trays in. As he shuts the oven door, Clementine pours him a glass of water as she sets a timer on her phone.

“Why are you awake at this hour, Quinny?”

Quinn shrugs. “I was up to use the bathroom. Thought I heard something downstairs and wanted to check it out.”

She yawns. “Yeah, sorry.”

“I didn’t know you baked.”

“Newer habit. One of my roommates, Allie, you’ve met Allie over FaceTime, she’s a stress baker. Whenever exam season hit, there were baked goods all over our apartment. Picked up on a thing or two.”

Quinn hums. “What’s Allie up to this summer?”

“She just started her residency in Florida.”

“So she graduated?”

“Yup. Now I’m all alone.” Quinn rolls his eyes because he knows that’s not true. It isn’t. Clementine still has two other roommates as they continue looking for a third. 

“I still can’t believe you had time to do med school applications as well as a full course load,” Quinn says. “Like, I know you said that’s kinda normal. But how did you have the time?”

Clementine snickers. “I’m not sure how I did. Pure rage and fumes? ”

“I mean, you’re superwoman. You always have been. But damn. There are really no breaks for you, eh?”

“Coming here is a break.”

“Good,” she ruffles his hair. Quinn sighs. “Can’t believe it’s finally little Lukey’s turn.”

“Yeah. I’ve been having a crisis about it all summer. Makes me feel old.”

“You’re only 24?”

“Exactly,” she deadpans. “Old.”

Quinn rolls his eyes. They both look up as someone else comes down the stairs. Alex, who came in just a few hours ago, rubs his eyes with his fists. “What the fuck are you two doing up awake?”

“Clem’s making cookies.”

Alex blinks. “And you are?”

“Keeping her company.”

Alex just shrugs before sitting down across from her. He nods in thanks when Clementine fills up a glass of water for him. “Haven’t really gotten the chance to catch up with you. How’s Stanford?”

Clementine snickers. “Good. Well, as good as it can be in a pandemic. School’s school. First two years were mostly by the textbooks. Next two will be textbooks and clinicals so I’ll be in the hospital. Hopefully.”

“Clinicals?”

“Like, actually working with patients. Or like, observing in the hospital with a supervisor. The good stuff.”

“Sounds smart,” Alex hums. “How do you feel that all your babies will have been drafted 24 hours from now?” 

Fucking asshole. She doesn’t know why Ellen has a soft spot towards Alex when he’s clearly a nuisance. He just laughs at her pout and Quinn shakes his head with a close-lipped smile. “Don’t get her started. It’s 1 a.m.”

Her eyes roll so hard they might as well fall out of her head. “Don’t you have siblings?” He nods. “Are they younger or older?”

“Older. I’m the youngest.”

She huffs and Quinn grins. “That makes sense,” she says. “You don’t get it.”

Alex gets up and pulls Clementine into a quick side hug as he gets more water. “I only got to hear about how you were crying when Quinn and Jack got called. Now I’ll get to see for myself.”

“Careful,” she says wearily. Careful of what, she doesn’t know, but she needs to instill some sort of dominance as the oldest here. Quinn snickers into his sweatshirt. 

Her timer beeps a few minutes later and she shuts it off. Quinn ushers her aside while he grabs the trays and sets them on the counter to cool while Clementine digs around for a large tupperware container to store them. Alex just stares at them hungrily and she can’t even be annoyed. She sees that look in all the Hughes brothers’ eyes all the time in the kitchen. And Alex might as well be a Hughes. 

Once they each finish a cookie, Clementine shoos them both upstairs as she follows behind them to try and go back to sleep. Tomorrow’s a big day.

…..

The next morning comes quickly. She’s sharing a room and bed with her mother but she’s nowhere to be found. Instead, Clementine gets woken up by Jack jumping on her bed. Thankfully, he avoids anything that could really hurt her, but she still grunts, whacking him in the stomach and shooing him out of the room before beginning to get ready. She can already hear various family and friends coming through the front door downstairs.

She gets dressed in a cream romper she found on sale a month ago and pulls out, of course, the white sandals. She rummages through her backpack to find the letter — the final one she’s in charge of — and quickly debates on when she’ll give it to Luke. 

Now, she decides, putting it on the bedside table. Before the cameras turn on. She slips her phone into the pockets of her romper — she’s pumped they even have pockets — and walks down the stairs. Immediately at the front door, she’s met with Emily. She’s nine now and Clementine just goes on her knees and holds her tightly. Clementine then quickly runs into Ellen, who wants to introduce her to some people — some she’s met a handful of times, some she hasn’t met once.

It’s lovely, in a way, knowing that while their lives are so intertwined, there’s always someone new to meet or someone to reunite with. The support system for all of them is so much larger than she could’ve ever dreamed of, as she grins when Sophia, who she last saw at Quinn’s draft, hugs her tight like they just saw each other yesterday. She’s in her second year at Michigan on the lacrosse team and so smiley and lovely.

Once she spots Luke, she taps his shoulder and he excuses himself from talking to one of Jim’s old friends. Luke’s constant smile this whole week has been small but genuine. As his eyes drift down to the envelope in her hands, she sees him swallow. 

Clementine hands it over and claps a hand on his shoulder. “Later, yeah? When you have a minute.”

Luke just nods expectantly. Like almost everything in life, his brothers have gotten their letters before him. If Clementine sometimes thinks too much about it, it makes her almost sad that Luke’s always had someone do something before him, whether it’s her or Quinn and Jack. But it’s also a blessing, in a way, she thinks, because in her eyes, Luke is the best out of all of them in pretty much every single way possible because he’s seen how the older three have messed up and can take from that. She knows Quinn and Jack agree. 

“Thanks for being here.”

“Of course.” She pulls him into a hug and breathes in. “Is that the cologne I gave you yesterday?”

“Yeah.”

“Cute.” Clementine gives him one last squeeze before pulling away. The house is filling up more and more and she knows her time is limited. “If I don’t catch you before, just remember that I love you, okay? And I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks, Clemmy.”

“I’ll look at the schedule soon and try to come down to see a game when I can.”

His eyes light up. “Really?”

“Duh. I gotta put all this Michigan merch I have to some use.” 

Luke shrugs. “I don’t know-I just figured, you saw Quinn at Michigan and you’ve seen Quinn and Jack in the show. Why would you come to see something you’ve already seen, you know?”

“Because it’s you, Lukey.” She squeezes his arm. “You’re always going to be my baby brother.”

She feels him relax as he folds himself into her arms again. 

The day passes by in a blur as Clementine is enjoying catching up with everyone. And there’s a feeling of gratitude in that everyone can gather with each other again after so much isolation in different parts of the continent for so long. She sees Josh for the first time in literal years and happily spends time catching up with him. 

For most of the day, she forgets that it’s draft day. She’s just bouncing around, sipping casually on her cider and snacking. The cookies she made the night before are gone very quickly, which makes her laugh to herself. 

Once Luke disappears upstairs to get dressed, she finds herself leaning against a doorway, staring out into the living room that’s filled with people but not really looking at anything. 

“You okay?”

She turns to see her mom, pearl earrings matching her deep red blouse. Clementine grins. “Yeah. Just zoned out for a minute.”

Maeve lets out a heavy breath. “Last one.”

“Yeah.”

“It’s weird. I always knew he’d get here. All of them. But then it happens. And you think you’re prepared, but you’re not.” Clementine perks up. Her mom doesn’t often get into these types of moods, always the fun-loving, energetic woman. Her dad was more the outwardly perceptive one. Maeve just continues with a small smile. “From the most adorable little boys to incredible young men.”

Clementine laughs. “They’ll always be little to me.”

“Take how you feel and multiply that by three hundred and that’s where I’m at as I’ve seen all of you together this week,” Maeve says with a snort. She hooks her chin on Clementine’s shoulder. “Love you, Clementine.”

“Love you too, Mom.”

Soon enough, everyone’s gathered in front of the TV, with a few cameras around and someone on standby who’s gonna do an interview right when Luke’s name gets called. On the couch and chairs at the front, from right to left, are Geegs, Ellen, Quinn, Luke, Jack and Jim. Her and Maeve are standing right behind Jim and Alex and Josh are next to Clementine. 

This time, it could be Anaheim or Columbus or Detroit. Maybe San Jose. 

Or it could be New Jersey. 

She knows Jack has been pretty outwardly casual about it — he knows nothing, he’s just hoping. But she knows Jack. He wants his younger brother with him. And it would be lovely for those two to play on the same team. What are the odds? 

(Apparently, pretty good.)

Luke gets drafted to New Jersey fourth overall. The whole house explodes with cheers. She’s never seen Jack so excited. Maeve puts her hands on Jim’s shoulders as Luke is hugging Quinn and Jim turns around, eyes wet. That’s what sets Clementine off crying. When it’s her turn to get a hug from Luke, she rises to her tiptoes and throws her arms around his neck. 

“Congrats, Lukey. Proud of you.”

“Thanks, Clemmy. I love you.”

She smacks a kiss on his cheek. “I love you too.” Luke then hugs Maeve, Alex and Josh before continuing down the line. 

From there, there’s media to be down and they quickly set up. Most of the family stays in the room as the three boys adjust themselves on the couch, ready to answer some questions. After Geegs gives her a big hug and Luke throws on Jack’s Devils jersey, Clementine bites her lip and suddenly spins on her heel, feeling overwhelmed. 

Alex notices, furrowing his eyebrows as he lightly grabs her arm. “You okay?”

Clementine nods with a smile. “Yeah. I’m just gonna get some air.”

Alex just nods. “Okay,” he squeezes her shoulder in a side hug. “Don’t be too long or we’ll all come looking for you.”

“I won’t,” she promises, before quietly slipping out the screen door in the backyard. 

She takes a deep breath, wiping her eyes and deciding to take a little walk around the block. She stares out at the sky, currently painted in hues of pink and purple as the sun is starting to set. Michigan is beautiful. She can understand why they all love it. She fiddles with the three friendship bracelets and her vision blurs as she starts lightly crying again. 

It’s been a long time coming. All of this always has. But like her mom said, it doesn’t mean she’s ready for it. 

After a nice walk, Clementine sits down on the swing in the front yard. She can hear the commotion happening inside the house and in the backyard, but she’s not quite ready to go back in yet. She watches the sun continue setting, thankful that it’s just windy and cool enough to not have the mosquitos attacking her. 

Quinn’s in Vancouver. Jack’s in New Jersey. Both of them are looking to stay long term. Luke will be going to Michigan for at least a year. If Clementine’s inkling is right, it’ll be two, just like Quinn did. And then Luke will be in New Jersey. She’s in California for two more years. And then who knows where for residency afterwards. Ellen and Jim are mainly based in Michigan and her mom’s out in Massachusetts.

Will they ever all live close enough to each other again? Will there ever be more than just the holidays, which started already looking different ages ago when the boys started having tournaments at that time of the year? Will there ever be a time where they’re all able to be together for more than two — maybe three if they’re lucky — times a year? 

She’s accepted by now that no, they probably will never live near each other again or see each other more than they currently do. But she can hope, right? 

Because she’s made a home for herself in a few places now. Massachusetts, where Mom is. California, where she’s been for six years, She hasn’t lived in Toronto for six years now, but that will always be home too. 

But home, Clementine realizes, as she hears Quinn’s contagious laughter filter from the house, is this. Home is Quinn’s subtle loyalty and kindness that knows no bounds. Home is Jack’s contagious vivacity and love that envelopes every room. Home is Luke’s steadfast resilience and empathy that pulls everyone in. Home is Ellen’s warm hugs and Jim’s proud eyes. Home is her own mother’s…everything. 

Home is the way her father lives in all their memories, even six years after he’s gone. All the people he loved the most. That’s home. 

The front door opens. She looks up as Luke walks out and immediately smiles. He looks good in Devils red. “Hey.”

He grins. “Hi. I was looking for you.”

“Just needed some air. Are you done with media and interviews?”

“Yeah,” he slides in next to her. She watches his handle fiddle with the envelope, “Luke” written unmistakingly in Miguel’s handwriting. “I wanted to read this with you.”

Clementine shakes her head. “Nope. I was given very specific instructions. Your-”

“Eyes only,” Luke finishes. “Yeah, yeah. I know. But could you stay here while I read it to myself?”

She softens with a smile. “Of course I can.” 

She watches as his shaky hands carefully tear open the envelope, biting her lip as he unfolds the paper. She then purposely looks away as Luke leans forward, elbows on his knees, eyes scanning the words. She places a hand on his back, rubbing small circles to let him know that she’s here. Once she hears the sound of him folding the paper, she turns to look at him. His lips are quivering and she corrals him into a hug. 

“I wish he was here,” Luke chokes out through tears and Clementine tilts her chin up to the sky to try to hold back her own. “I miss him so much, Clemmy.”

“Me too, Lukey,” she whispers, letting him place his head on her lap. “Me too.”

“It’s so unfair how little time we had with him,” he says and well, Clementine’s fully crying again because yeah, she was 17 when her dad died. But Luke was 11. Not even a teenager. “All I could really think of when I got picked was that Miguel’s from Jersey.”

Clementine smiles. “Yeah.”

“Kinda feels like fate, maybe?”

“Fate sounds good,” she says softly, stroking his cheek with her thumb as she smiles at him. “I really like the sound of that, actually.”

There are footsteps coming closer and Clementine turns behind her to see Quinn with Jack behind him. She gives them a bittersweet smile and nods at them to come sit. Quinn slides in next to her and Jack sits on the other side of Luke. 

“You okay, Moose?” Quinn asks softly.

“Yeah,” Luke says in a scratchy voice. “I’ll come back in in a few minutes.”

“Take your time,” Jack says, exchanging a look with Clementine as she starts playing with Luke’s hair. “No rush.”

“Did all your letters make you feel like this?” Luke asks. 

“Yup.” Jack snorts.

“Yeah.” Quinn sighs. “It still does.”

“I had to reapply my mascara before my grad party,” Clementine says lightly. All four of them chuckle. She swallows, “I love you guys. So much.”

Quinn kisses her on the cheek as Jack reaches out behind Luke to squeeze her shoulder. “We love you more, Clem.” Quinn mutters. 

They stay out on the swing for a little while, just the four of them. Only when the sun sets do they make their way to the backyard to rejoin everyone. Before he gets pulled away again, Clementine holds Luke one last time. 

bonus - 2028 - new york city, new york

ya no quiero que llores

the universe is gonna give you muchas flores

quitate ese miedo

you’ll be a lot more, trust me, yo te entiendo

- “a letter to my younger self” ambar lucid

Clementine really didn’t need everyone to be here. It’s only a lunch after all. 

But “it’s not like we have anything going on anyways,” Quinn had said, the lunch NYU is throwing to mark the end of people’s residencies taking place at the end of June during the off season. So when NYU said she could bring up to eight guests, she didn’t really have a solid argument. 

And here they are now, sitting in a small but beautifully decorated ballroom. Clementine’s wearing a dark purple jumpsuit as she looks around the table. Nico’s to her right, talking happily with Jim on his other side. Then it’s Jack, then Luke, then Quinn, then Ellen and then finally her own mother on Clementine’s left. They’re all dressed up a bit, the guys in button ups and Ellen and Maeve with nice blouses on. It makes Clementine smile.

It’s really not a formal thing. But she’s grateful to have them all here anyways.

“Okay, real talk.” Jack says across the table, grabbing Clementine’s attention. “Your attending physician who stopped by earlier? I would hit.”

Maeve snorts. Ellen sighs and just says his name in disappointment. Jim takes a sip of his beer trying to hide a smile. Quinn and Luke roll their eyes and Nico scoffs. 

“Really?” Clementine says dryly. 

Jack, like the menace he is, just smirks. “Absolutely. I mean, I know you’re engaged or whatever, but if you weren’t…”

“The person she’s engaged to is right here,” Nico says as Jack cackles. 

Clementine rolls her eyes. “Well, Dr. Butterfield is happily married with kids. Sorry to burst your bubble. Though I’m sure Amelie would also not be thrilled.”

Jack waves her off at the mention of his girlfriend. “Amelie would probably agree with me.”

“I don’t know how Amelie deals with you,” Nico shoots back. 

“Settle down,” Clementine says in a monotone voice. Even after so many years, Nico and Jack love finding anything to bicker about off the ice. “Let me eat my pasta in peace.”

“Better listen to Clem, boys,” Jim chuckles. “It’s her day.”

“It’s her month,” Luke clarifies, elbowing Jack. “Are you trying to get uninvited to her wedding?”

“Clee would never!” Jack exclaims. Which is true, but Clementine’s glad Luke is backing her up. 

“Nico would,” Nico grumbles. Good thing they’re not seated next to each other right now or she’s sure Jack would be smacking him. Which is hilarious, considering Jack is one of Nico’s groomsmen. 

Five years. Five years since she walked into Langone for the first time. Five years since she moved into Hoboken with Jack and Luke. She may not live with them anymore, but sometimes, with the amount they’re over her and Nico’s house, it feels like she still does. 

Five years of great moments and really, really tough ones. Five years of highlighters in her mouth, pencils twisted in a bun atop of her head, dark under-eye circles after overnight shifts, delirious conversations with her fellow residents and so, so much coffee. And before that, eight years of school, sometimes forgetting what it was all for. But here she is.

Doctor Clementine Sandoval has a nice ring to it. 

She’s brought out of her own world when she feels Nico squeeze her thigh lightly. “Hi.”

“Hey.”

“You zoned out again.”

She hums lightly. Nico always knows when to bring her back to the present. “Thanks.” He just kisses her temple. 

Along with eighteen other new doctors, Clementine’s called up on the stage to receive her certificate. Dr. Butterfield says a few words about her in front of everyone that she thinks are far too kind and she can’t help but laugh when she hears her whole table cheering as her picture’s being taken. 

“You have a lot of loud supporters,” Dr. Butterfield jokes as he shakes her hand. 

She snickers. “You have no idea.”

“They seem lovely. Keep them close.”

“They are. I will.”

“Enjoy your time off. You deserve it. We’ll see you back at NYU in September.”

Clementine beams. “Thanks Doc. I’m looking forward to it.”

After lunch is over, they go outside and take pictures right by Battery Park, where the lunch was held. Unlike the three brothers, she doesn't complain about the amount of pictures Ellen, Jim and Maeve want to take, just grinning and laughing as Nico pokes her side. They split up to drive back to Nico and Clementine’s in Jersey — Ellen, Jim and Maeve in one car and her, Nico, Quinn, Jack and Luke in the other. Nico is somehow roped into driving and Clementine knows he probably regrets that. You put five 25-31 year olds who see each other simultaneously too little and too much in the same car when there’s an annoying amount of traffic and it’s an interesting ride. 

“Someone must be throwing a party,” Clementine comments as they turn onto the cul de sac, cars lining up the curb. She squints at her and Nico’s driveway at two familiar cars. “What are Dougie and Bratter doing here?” Nico just gives her a shrug. The brothers in the back don’t respond either. “What are you guys not telling me?”

“Chill, Clee,” Jack says. “We have no idea what’s going on either. We’ll find out in two seconds anyways. 

She almost believes him. Instead, she falls in step with Nico, who locks the car. “What’s going on?” She mutters.

Nico just smiles, hand on her lower back naturally. “It’s all good. Just trust me.”

And the thing is, she does. She trusts Nico with her life. 

The second she walks through the door, she jumps as a chorus of “congratulations” echoes through the home. She scans the room quickly. The house is decorated with streamers and balloons, there are food and snacks all over and their home looks so filled. 

Maeve, Ellen and Jim beat them here, all looking very proud. Next to them are Quinn, Jack and Luke with big smiles, next to their significant others — Amelie snapping pictures with her camera, Jordyn leaning back into Luke’s chest, and even Grace is here, Quinn’s arm wrapped around her waist that’s starting to show her small, beautiful baby bump. Grace is supposed to be on tour singing in front of a sold-out crowd in Florida right now.

And then there’s Dougie. And Jesper and Nicole and their toddler son. And Timo and Steph. And Erik and Kristen and their kids. And Seamus. And Jonas. And Ethan. And Nate and Dawson and their significant others. And seemingly almost every other Devils player, most present, some past. And then there’s Trevor, Alex and Cole and Clementine feels like she’s 21 again.

Then there’s her family, blood related and not. Her Uncle Thomas and Aunt Mariana — Thomas is Miguel’s younger brother. Her Aunt Aoife, who was in California literally two days ago. Those are the only blood-related family members who live in the US, and they’re all here. Then there’s Lara and John and Emily, who’s somehow 16 now. Other various members of the Hughes extended family who she’s always loved are dispersed around. 

And then a smattering of her friends from UCLA, Stanford and NYU, all cheering enthusiastically. The ones who made all those years filled with light even in the darkest crevices.

The house is filled with so many people she loves. As she turns back to look at Nico, she feels overwhelmed. “What’s all this?” She chokes out.

“To celebrate you,” Nico says with a twinkle in his eye. 

“His idea, by the way.” Emilia calls out with a grin. Clementine has to laugh. Because of course it is. 

“I love you,” she whispers to Nico, pecking him on the lips. 

“I love you.” He repeats back. “Now go celebrate with everyone.”

And celebrate with everyone she does. As she does that, she can’t help but steal glances at Nico from wherever she is in the room. Because she’s been blessed with having a wonderful support system — the people currently in this house prove that — but there’s never been anyone quite like Nico who just loves her so wholly and wants to celebrate her all the time. 

Later that night, after she bids goodbye and a gracious thank you to Jesper and Nicole, who stayed to help clean up, she lets out a deep breath. It’s just her and her brothers and all the significant others now, Ellen, Jim and Maeve having retired up to bed half an hour ago. She collapses on the couch next to Nico. She stays quiet as she listens to Luke and Grace arguing about something that really reminds Clementine that Grace may be married to Quinn, but Grace met Luke first at a bar in New York years ago and has refused to stop making fun of him since then.

It was just her and the boys for so long. She’s so happy that they’ve all found their own counterparts throughout the years. 

“Thank you for today,” she mutters to Nico. “Seriously. It was…thank you.”

“Of course,” Nico says, his thumb going over the ring on her left hand. “You’re so loved, baby. Any chance to remind you of that is worth it to me.” She just leans up to kiss him. 

“Ew,” Luke says, ruining the moment. Jordyn slaps him for that one. 

Clementine scoffs, “Fuck off. We’re literally getting married next month.”

“Okay and?” Even at 25, Luke is still her annoying little brother. “I know today’s your day and all, but sucking face with my captain is not something I really want to see.”

“Then look away.”

Quinn snorts under his breath. “You guys are impossible.”

“Learn to deal with it, Quinny,” Jack smirks. “You have a child coming soon. If they’re anything like Grace, they’re gonna be fighting you all the time.” 

Grace reaches over her husband and shoves Jack. “Watch it, Hughes. Unless you want your backstage pass taken away when you come to my show in two weeks.”

Jack gasps dramatically. “But I haven’t gotten to see you perform in ages!”

“Exactly. So zip it.”

Amelie makes eye contact with Clementine and Nico with an eye roll. “They exhaust me.” And Clementine has to laugh, because they’ve all made the choice to be exhausted by each other.

Soon after, everyone’s tired out from the day’s festivities and starts heading to their respective rooms for the evening. Clementine trails behind everyone, shutting the lights off and making sure the doors are locked. 

She’s about to shut the light off in the living room when she stops, catching sight of a photo frame hung on the wall opposite the couch. They don’t have many frames hung up around the house, but the photos they do have hung up are important.

She stares at her father’s face. The picture was taken when Clementine was fifteen. The three of them were about to go to Thomas and Mariana’s wedding, Maeve in a long blue dress, Miguel in a dashing suit with a matching blue tie and Clementine in a glittery pink dress. They’re all smiling at the camera in front of a sunset. It’s one of Clementine’s favorites. 

Suddenly, her throat closes up as her father’s voice echoes through her brain. “The universe is gonna give you muchas flores,” he always said. All the flowers, he would say. She thinks he said that on the hospital bed on his last day. She’s long forgiven herself for not remembering every word from that day anymore. 

Nico comes from behind and his hands wrap around her shoulders as she grabs his wrists. She then turns her head to the picture right next to it and smiles. It’s of her and Nico almost two years ago on New Year’s Eve, four hours before Nico would get down on one knee and ask her to spend the rest of their lives together. And then lastly, to the right of that picture, a frame with three pictures in one. Her, Quinn, Jack and Luke all during their respective drafts. The same photoset is hanging in their homes as well. 

She feels Nico kiss the back of her head and she smiles, before turning and heading to bed, Nico’s arm around her shoulder.

long live the walls we crashed through

i had the time of my life with you

#k writes #hockey fanfiction #hockey fanfic #new jersey devils #vancouver canucks #quinn hughes #jack hughes #luke hughes #nico hischier #the blue au #hockey blurb #nhl fic #nhl #nhl fanfiction #nhl blurb

[exhuastedpigeon]

WIP Wednesday

Figuring out how to weave Shannon and Eddie's love story and relationship breakdown into the NHL AU has been a fun and complicated little game. Here's a little snippet of Buck and Eddie bonding on a road trip and Eddie telling Buck about Shannon.

And just as a reminder, in my house we love and respect Shannon Diaz. There will be no Shannon bashing in this fic, but there will be Buck's POV as Eddie and Shannon work to overcome a lot of hurt feelings to become co-parents and friends again.

“Shannon’s family moved to El Paso our freshman year of high school and she was devastated because they moved away from all of her friends and from her rink. I saw her at school a few times, but the first time we really talked was at the rink. She figure staked and her mom had finally managed to scrape together enough money for some ice time for her,” Eddie says and Buck can picture young Eddie watching a faceless girl spin on the ice. “I think I fell in love with her that day, but we didn’t get together until right before I left for training with the U.S. National team for U18 Worlds our junior year of high school.” “That was 2017 right?” Buck asks because he remembers that year. It was the year before their draft and the U.S. team was stacked - they had Brady Tkachuk, Quinn Hughes, and Eddie fucking Diaz. The Canadian team hadn’t even made it out of the quarterfinals against Sweden. “I hated your guts.” “You didn’t even play us,” Eddie laughs and it sounds so fucking nice. Buck didn’t know a laugh could sound like that, deep and rich.  “You were so good,” Buck says, voice maybe too earnest. “Do you want me to talk about Worlds or do you want me to tell you my story?” Buck mimes zipping his lips and gives Eddie a closed mouth smile to prove his point.  “I come back after Worlds and Shannon and I are inseparable. She’s so cool and funny and also a total dork. I learned how to do lifts so she could practice them. I- I loved her so much,” Eddie says and Buck knows it's true. He knows in his bones that Eddie loved this woman with his whole heart. “Senior year was good, great even. I had to leave a few times for U.S. national team stuff, but I got lucky and mom found a great team for me in Tucson so I didn’t leave home like you had to. I just had to drive four hours there and four hours back every weekend.” “And then the week before the draft we found out she was pregnant, after I’d already committed to Michigan, Shannon was torn between taking a year off to travel and going to Michigan with me to try to walk on to their figure skating team. She - she was good, but her family didn’t have the resources to pay for a great trainer like mine did so she kind of got left behind in terms of her skating,” Eddie sounds sad. He sounds like it hurts him that she didn’t get the same chances he did.  “So you decided to sign your entry level contract instead of going to school,” Buck says, the pieces falling neatly into place in his head. Eddie, 18 years old getting ready to play for one of the best university programs in the U.S. and realizing he’s going to have bills to pay, bills that you can’t pay when you’re a full time student-athlete.

Tagged by @spotsandsocks @cal-daisies-and-briars @daffi-990

no pressure tagging @devirnis @thewolvesof1998 @spagheddiediaz @malewifediaz @eddiebabygirldiaz @eddiebuckley-diaz @rosieposiepuddingnpie @acountrygirlsfun @wildlife4life @jamespearce9-1-1 @underwater-ninja-13 @steadfastsaturnsrings @monsterrae1 @ladydorian05 @loserdiaz @wikiangela @rainbow-nerdss @jeeyuns @puppyboybuckley @watchyourbuck @ @jesuisici33 @butchdiaz @911-on-abc @disasterbuckdiaz and anyone else who wants to share!

#buddie #buddie wip #wip wednesday #my fic #fic: going five hole

[luvhu9hes]

Everywhere, Everything (Analisa Au!)

ANALISA AUGILARS PROFILE

Basics-

NAME: Analisa Aguilar 

BIRTHDAY: March 7th 2003 '21'

BIRTHPLACE: El Centro, California 

HEIGHT: 5’5

PIERCINGS: 2 lobe piercings, bellybutton piercing, eyebrow piercing

HEALTH: Low Iron

MAJOR: Sports Management, she's always loved sports and has a scholarship for her lacrosse skills

FACECLAIM:  Darianka Sanchez (or others from pinterest)

LOVE INTEREST: Luke Hughes

Fun Facts-

She is the middle child, her older sister Lillia is 24, and her younger brother Silas is 16

Her older sister is her biggest role model, she used to copy everything she would do and it would drive Lillia insane

Her younger brothers friends always had crushes on her growing up (she thought it was sweet, but Silas hated it and threatened to fight his friends if they even looked at her funny)

She lived in California until she was 11

When her family lived in California, they didn't have a lot of money, so she spent a lot of time with the community center youth programs, where she found her love of art and learned how to play lacrosse

Her favorite things are; art, lacrosse, baking, Dominic Fike, her camera, raspberries, rom coms,  and soccer

Loves and I mean LOVES swimming, and the beach

Secretly made out with Mark Estapa in the bathroom at a frat party her first week of college, before her and Luke ever admitted their feelings for each other. The only people who know are Lillia, Ethan, Rosie (Ana's best friend) and Luke (He looked so betrayed when he found out about it)

She met Rosie her freshman year and they've been best friends since.

She met Luke her first day of 8th grade in michigan, they bonded over being nervous, Luke was always nervous because he thought people would realize he wasn't like his brothers and wouldn't like him because of it, and Ana was nervous because it was her first day at her new school.

The minute the Hughes family met her, the immediately fell in love with her.

She became a big part of the Hughes’ lives after they met her, always going to games, and having family dinners together, they were practically her second family 

She was there for Quinn and Jacks draft days (the internet went crazy)

The boys try to keep her out of the spotlight and away from the hate that comes with it, but she still always finds herself blowing up on social media 

She spends every summer at the lake house with the Hughes’ and their friends (they let her invite Rosie and her siblings so she's not alone with a bunch of hockey guys all summer)

Due to her summers at the lake house she's gotten very close with Trevor and Cole (her and Trevor are absolute menaces)

She is a certified party girl she loves how they give her an opportunity to just let loose, they also give her an extra sense of confidence 

Her love languages are physical touch and acts of service, she's never been the best at putting her feeling to words, so she uses the two to show how she feels

Ana loves reading, it's hard for her to sit down long enough to enjoy books sometimes, but when she can it's like heaven.

Considering her camera is one of her favorite things she is CONSTANTLY taking photos on it, she actually has 2, she has a camcorder, and a polaroid camera

She has a box of polaroids in her dorm room that she likes to go through at the end of the year to look back at her memories

Luke introduced her to the UMich hockey team, and they're all besties at this point (things were awkward between her and Mark at first, but they're so close now)

Ana shares a dorm with Rosie, but spends most of her time at the hockey house 

Because of her friendship with Luke, Silas always credits Ana for him getting into hockey

Ana can sleep anywhere, like she could be at a party and fall asleep standing up (Luke has a collection of pictures in his camera roll just of all of the weird places and positions she's fallen asleep)

Ana loves board games/video games, and has forced all of her friends to have game nights every Wednesday (everyone pretends to hate it, but she knows they all love it)

Ana is the most competitive person ever, whether it's from lacrosse or her love of games, she's always been so competitive.

She honestly has a shopping addiction (she'll never admit that though)

She loves coffee and tea, iced in the summer and hot during the winter

She is an avid poster on social media, mainly tiktok and instagram, but she's certainly considered starting a youtube channel a time or two

Ana takes after her sister and if very protective of those around her and can easily stick up for herself

She's a passenger princess, driving scares her if she's being completely honest 

Only gets called Analisa when she's in trouble

She has two instagram accounts @/anamaguilar is her main account that everyone follows, and @/anabannana is her private account with only her friends and family

She's 100% the type of person to just randomly get at tattoo on impulse

Notes:

ahhh okay I'm glad to finally get this out, im not sure what took me so long to put this together, but everything for this series will be found under the tag "Everywhere, Everything Au!" Analisa has some similarities to me but otherwise she is my fictional baby and i have so much love for her, and i hope everyone else will love her as much as i do. I would also like to address that in certain pieces I will be writing about Ana and Lukes past because i just have so many thoughts floating through my head about baby Ana and Luke!

All love - Chaela

#luke hughes imagine #luke hughes fic #luke hughes #hockey #jack hughes #hockey imagine #quinn hughes #umich hockey x reader #nhl imagine #hughes brothers #ethan edwards imagine #mark estapa #luca fantilli #trevor zegras #Everywhere Everything Au!

[ao3feed-tedlasso]

Everything Sweet and Tartt - Jaime Tartt x Fem!OC

by BlackoutSkunk

In a spur-of-the-moment decision, Coach Ted Lasso takes AFC Richmond on a six-day trip to El Castillo del Rey Sol, Texas; right next to Rey Sol Canyon. Why? To track down Ted's alienated half sister and convince her to be their new chiropractor and strategist. Why? Because Ted knows no-one better.

But she is not what the team was expecting. Instead of a sweet girl with a southern accent and a manicure, they're met with an intimidating woman with a spark.

 Seasons 1-2 and beyond AU

I own the OCs, the story, and locations (El Castillo del Rey Sol, The Stallion Saloon, Rey Sol Canyon, etc.)

I don't own Ted Lasso.

May include mature themes (sex, nudity, drugs, alcohol, trauma, violence, etc.)

Words: 1098, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Ted Lasso (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Jamie Tartt, Ted Lasso, Isaac McAdoo, Keeley Jones, Roy Kent, Coach Beard (Ted Lasso), Nathan Shelley, Sam Obisanya, Colin Hughes, Flo "Sassy" Collins, Thierry Zoreaux, James Tartt Sr., Jamie Tartt's Mother

Relationships: Jamie Tartt/Original Female Character(s), Keeley Jones/Roy Kent

Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Football | Soccer, Friends to Lovers, Family Issues, Family Bonding

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/45494824

#Ted Lasso #Ted Lasso Fic #ao3feed

[babydollmarauders]

Idk if you answered this or not (please ignore if you have), but how are Lovie and Jack handling being parents of 2?

i haven’t gotten this question yet!!

it’s definitely a change! they’re fortunate enough to have luke around to help, for now, and they’re so grateful for that, but it’s a lot of nights with only a couple hours of sleep!

luckily, luke has been a great help with keeping el occupied and happy! elio has been attached to lovie, as he’s only a week and 4 days old, so he’s feeding every 2 hours and taking lots of naps in her arms!

#faithlynn speaks 🪐 #ask faithlynn ✨ #el!hughes au

[starsandhughes]

i’m not on the floor but we will se show i feel tomorrow😢 man all i’m thinking about is faiyhlynns el hughes au and my bf quinn like he’s so pookie beat and nobody gets it he’s so🤭🤭🤭

@babydollmarauders bestie is thinking about you!!!

quinn is so superior i miss him

[laucha-posting]

"Se sacarían los ojos mínimo, o House intentaría buscar puntos que le molesten a Santos para hincharle las pelotas, y sería una constante competencia mientras el resto está como ???? ¿¿¿¿ Por qué hay dos ahora¿¿¿AYUDA

Sería buenísimo lo necesito YA

Igual ojo que creo que los dos son chaotic good (??? Santos es correcto dependiendo del contexto pero en el fondo es un salvaje/rey del caos, igual que House pero House no lo niega (??"

LITERAL POR DIOS

encima amo porque d'elia y hugh laurie son iguales en cuanto a que ninguno es como sus personajes en realidad

claro, santos y house son recontra chaotic good, santos especialmente cuando esta "en personaje" durante operaciones

entonces me re imagino que alguien del hospital de house contrate a los simuladores para uno vaya saber que pero que el verdadero obstaculo sea house. porque? porque house se obsesionaria con ellos viniendo de la nada.

me muero con la idea de santos perdiendo el control del operativo porque house es muy impredecible entonces ambos estarian queriendo sacarle la careta o ganarle al otro AY ME ENCANTO

me gustó mas q la idea de chase y santos siendo familia (aunque apoyo eso de santos enseñandole los malos habitos a chase)

necesito ya un fanfic de estos dos mundos cruzados por dios

(posdata: viendo q mis dos current blorbos son santos y house comienzo a pensar que tengo un cierto tipo)

AY AMO

House sospecharía al toque que aparezcan de la nada, no importa si ponen la mejor justificación de todas.

Uff el operativo desbandándose y ellos peleando entre ellos, serían como dos criaturas lit dos nenes chiquitos compitiendo pero son dos señores muy inteligentes, caoticos y traumados(?)

Y el resto de los simus en el medio confundidos y medio asustados(???

Hacete un au hna JAJAJ, sería espectacular ªªªaª

Y sobre el tipo hmm same. ¿Viste El mentalista? Siento que Patrick Jane también entra en ese type (y cosas en común con Santos pues rubio que siempre se viste formal + muy inteligente y con traumas + viudo y no se saca la alianza de bodas) pero es más chaotic chaotic JAJAJ

[journalparadoxal]

livres lus, septembre-décembre 2023

- Le Rire du grand blessé, Cécile Coulon ☆ ☆ ☆

- Les Oiseaux du temps, Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

- Clôture de l'amour, Pascal Rambert ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

- Au Bonheur des ogres, Daniel Pennac ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

- La Fée carabine, Daniel Pennac ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

- Fourth Wing, Rebecca Yarros ☆ ☆ ☆

- Le prieuré de l'oranger (partie 2), Samantha Shannon ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

- Silo Origines, Hugh Howey ☆ ☆ ☆

- A Court of thornes and roses, Sarah J. Maas ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

- Le Dieu venu du Centaure, Philip K. Dick ☆☆☆☆

- La Petite marchande de prose, Daniel Pennac, ☆☆☆

- The Well of Loneliness, Radclyffe Hall, ☆☆☆☆

- A Court of mist and fury, Sarah J. Maas ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

- A Court of wings and ruin, Sarah J. Maas ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

- A Court of frost and starlight, Sarah J. Maas ☆ ☆ ☆

- Les Jours, Les Mois, Les Années, Yian Lianke ☆ ☆ ☆

- A Court of silver flames, Sarah J. Maas ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

- Mon maître et mon vainqueur, François-Henri Désérable ☆ ☆ ☆

- Plasmas, Céline Minard ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

#autrice #livres lgbt #queer books #lesbian romance #the well of loneliness #sarah j maas #samantha shannon #science fiction #queer fantasy

[equallyshaw]

star crossed lovers | connor bedard

↳ oc hughes sister x connor bedard blurb + tiny insta post

↳ au masterlist!

↳ takes place in 2025!

warnings: swearing and angst. oh, and underage drinking.

been sitting on this one for a few weeks, wasn't sure if i liked it enough to post but decided to post it and get on with life lol

word count: 4.2k+

Two households, both alike in dignity...

it wasn't supposed to happen, thats what kailey kept telling herself every time she went to go see the rookie. yet each and every time, she found herself staying long and longer. before she knew it, she'd stayed a full weekend with the guy before going back to her off-campus apartment.

straight a - honors, french/spanish fluent, and lacrosse player kailey clara hughes was never meant to meet connor bedard. she never had any interest in hockey players despite her whole family and immediate friend groups being all in with it. yet here she was, absolutely head over heels for the hockey player and she knew they were doomed. partially because of who her brothers were.

or was it?

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her best friend and roommate had dragged her and another friend to a small diner in the loop one december evening before they'd all be going back home for break, and that's when the trio spotted their group. the girls had been walking past them when she noticed alex vlasic, who played with jack at usndtp and quickly shrieked. "oh my god vlassy!" she smiled widely and when alex recognized her, he quickly got up to hug her. "oh my god, you're here! I'm so happy for you, you deserve it." she said as the two pulled away. "thanks hughesy, appreciate it. hows everybody? hows mama el?" he questioned and she smiled. "they are good! she's now working with the program but with the girls program, shes absolutely loving it." she said and alex smiled widely. "that's so her, im glad." he paused seeing her friends sit down, "i wont keep you anymore. but don't be a stranger, ok?" he said and she nodded before walking to her booth. as soon as she did, all the guys looked over as alex pointed towards the blonde, and she felt like she could curl up in a ball and never be seen again. before she looked away, she caught connor's eye before he looked away.

before she went to bed that evening, she got a follow request from the one and only connor bedard. her thumb hovered over the request, before pressing accept.

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the two had been dating since janurary, so smooth sailing for 7 months when connor's name had come up on her phone while she was in the other room. her brother jack picked up being the nosy person that he is, and instantly recognized the rookie. before connor could say anything, jack hung up and screamed for the girl. she was in the kitchen with her mom, and the two were in the middle of baking chocolate chip and peanut butter cookies. she looked up from the bowl, her laugh and smile quickly falling when she saw the look on her older brothers face.

"jack?" ellen questioned, as jack stared at kailey. "jack?" kailey questioned with doe-like eyes. he shook his head, anger seething and angry tears ready to spill. "why is he calling you?!" he demanded, holding up her phone. her head tilted a bit in confusion, "stop yelling at her. calm down." quinn said from the couch to the right of kailey and their mom. "have something to tell us, missy?" jack said with his voice the same volume. "jack, stop it." ellen said and jack laughed, "you know don't you?" he asked not believing it. "know what?" luke asked coming down the stairs, "she's seeing a boy!" jack said and the boys all looked at one another before looking at kailey. "but more specifically, its who she's seeing." jack added and the boy's were confused. "oh god not one of my friends kails." luke said coming behind her to grab a bottle of water. kailey rolled her eyes, "id rather die." she said and luke shoved her a bit. "who is it though?" luke asked taking up the bar stool in front of her and their mom. her phone began to ring again, and kailey began her descent over to her brother.

"jack, give me my phone." she said and jack held it out of her reach, "jack rowden!" kailey screamed now, and jack froze. jack gave her her phone, and she quickly headed outside to the back to take it. she sat down on the dock. "kails?" connor asked softly once she appeared on the screen, "my brothers know about us." she said defeatedly and connor frowned. he knew why she didn't tell them, and he also knew how much it hurt her not too. "im sorry kails. i take it they were upset?" he said sitting up now. she nodded, "jack was angry, he yelled at me. though the other two are confused." she hummed, looking out into the lake. "im sorry lovey." he said and she nodded, looking back at the screen. "im excited to see you in a few weeks, I've been writing a list of thing-" and she cut him off, "i-i im not sure about that. something came up and uh, yeah." she said and connor's heart broke. he'd been drawing up a list of things to do and show her for the past few months, little things popping up at 2 am when he'd just be getting to bed. or when they'd be at a coffee shop or a on campus library, when the two would be studying. well, kailey would be and he'd be there to hang out and help her study. there was a running joke with her two friends, and they'd always recite mean girls to him: "he doesn't even go here." whenever they'd see him at their school.

"oh, wow. um, ok." he said a bit unsure of what to say. "yeah..im sorry connor." she said, as if it was a knife to the heart. they never used their full names, but here they were. "ill uh let you know when i can, i just need to go kill my brothers right now. ill talk to you later." she said before hanging up. as soon as she did, she broke down into tears. her blue eyes full of sorrow and guilt, knowing she'd never reach back out to him.

back in the house, all havoc broke lose. the three brothers interrogating ellen for all the information she knew. to her defense, she knew little but more than most. "boys stop. she will tell you when she's ready. don't pull this crap with her, she's already upset as it is." ellen scolded. "now get out of here, go do something. unless you'd like to help." she countered, and the boys quickly disappeared. kailey walked back into the house, slamming the back french doors and headed up to her room. "kails?" luke called but got no response. quinn came up behind jack who was busy texting, and slapped the back of his head. " ow! what was that for?" he questioned, rubbing it. "you are an ass." quinn said before making his way up to kaileys room. he knocked a few times before making his way in, and he found her in her bed sobbing into her pillow. "kiwi?" he questioned softly, bringing back to light a old nickname from their childhood. that only made her cry harder. he made his way over to her bed, and laid down facing her before pulling her into his chest. he rubbed her back, as she shook. "im sorry about jack." he said a few minutes later, and she groaned. "don't say his name." she mumbled and quinn chuckled. "but it doesn't matter anymore, there won't be any more of him." she said sitting up and facing her brother. his eyebrows creased in confusion, "you guys and your overprotectiveness! I've never been able to date anybody because there has always been something wrong about the guy..." she said pulling some hair behind her ears.

she licked her lips before restarting, "i never told you guys because i wanted to get to know him before you guys swooped in and told me no. before you guys came up with any bullshit excuse. i've never felt so loved before in my life quinnie. i've never felt so seen, heard, and protected. he genuinely cares about me, and not about getting to know you guys. not about what our last name can do for him or the association. i loved him quinn. god...and you would love him. all of you guys, but especially you. i have never once taken an interest in any hockey player, because truth be told yall are hard asses and i cant take any more than you three." she paused as quinn laughed. she shook her head, blushing.

quinn felt horrible, every word hitting heart. hard. "im sorry kiwi that you have felt that way about us for so long, that was never our intention. we usually just saw things before you realized it and we didn't want you to see those signs. but that does not excuse how you feel because its valid, you deserve all those things and more. and we should never get in the way of finding somebody that makes you happy. i just wish you told us sooner about him, especially then i would have been able to understand twisties text messages." he said waiting for her to understand. her blue eyes went wide, "wait! you knew?" she asked jumping up just a bit. he nodded with a smile, "yeah, mackenzie entwistle and i are friends still. and now i realize that you had no idea." he said laughing softly. "oh my god! oh my goddddd!" she said falling onto her back in embarrassment. "I've received a few karaoke videos from him too." and she cringed. "god stop talking q." she said covering her eyes with her hands. "i understand why you'd ghost the group chat a lot, at one point i was getting concerned and then twistie texted me something and it all made sense." he smiled, and she felt her cheeks heat up again.

quinn looked down at his little sister, as she removed her hands and brought them to her stomach. "when did you know?" he asked, and she looked towards him. "know what?" she said curiously, "that you loved him?" he asked leaning onto his side. she smiled looking up at the ceiling, "when he showed up to the depaul library a few blocks from my apartment in middle janurary, and told me he was not going to leave until i finished all my assignments. even though he had a game the next night. we didn't get out of there until 3. he still drove me back to my apartment, and then headed back to his. and then surprised me with coffee and a bagel before he went to the rink for the early game." she said smiling like a fool.

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"con, what are you doing here?" she asked looking at the time as seeing 11:58 pm. he pulled the set out in front of her in the deserted library. "i came to help you and to drive you home." he hummed pulling out a book she'd gotten him one time they were at a local bookstore. "con..you've got a game tomorrow." she said with a frown and he waved her off. "you're more important right now. your mental health is more important to me." he said not looking up from his book, and she sighed turning back to her computer. he smiled once he heard her fingers begin to type.

around 3 am he pulled into the guest parking spot, and he saw exhaustion plaguing at the girls eyes. "thankyou con, i appreciate the ride very much." she said smiling, as she unbuckled. "ofcourse. anytime." he hummed, and she leaned in. "and for helping me with my assignments." she smiled before kissing him. he placed his hand on her cheek, before pulling away. "ill see you later today." he said softly, and she nodded pecking him once more. "let me know when you get home." she said before she shut the door, and he left after she slipped into the elevator.

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"seems like you still love him, kiwi." he said and she shook her head. "I've already hurt him, there's no going back." she said sighing. "we were never supposed to be together, anyways. we were star crossed lovers. doomed from the very beginning."

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she walked back downstairs for dinner and because the smell of cookies pulled her from her room. quinn had left a little while beforehand to knock some sense into jack, and to deliver the news of the breakup. or well, kelsey's plan to ice him out. jim quickly delivered another slap in the head to jack, and jack tried desperately to defend himself. "hi kels." ellen said pulling the girl into a side hug, as kelsey looked down at the fresh cookies. "you did good." she hummed, smiling up at her mom. ellen kissed her only daughters temple before they heard the shrieking voice of jack, "k? can we talk?" he asked softly, leaning against the fridge. she sighed, looking over and jack and nodding. the two walked outside onto the deck, and Kelsey crossed her arms over her chest. the sun was setting, and she thought the lake looked gorgeous. "i want to apologize about earlier." he said coming up beside her, gauging her reaction. "i fucked up badly, and i don't think you should have broken up with him. that's not fair to him-" and she cut him off, "fair to him? him? seriously jack?" she said turning towards him with fury in her eye. the same one ellen had had many, many times over the years that was usually directed at jack.

"fair to him? what about me? every boy that I've spoken to has ended quickly because you all have something to say about them. when is it my turn, huh? when can i choose a guy and not have you down my neck about them?" she said furiously, tears beginning to pool. "i ended things so i didn't have to deal with this or anything else that you or luke have to say." she snarled before walking back into the house. quinn watched as she walked straight into the kitchen, and softly spoke with ellen. quinn was going to have to kill jack, and when his younger brother walked inside; he most certainly knew he had to.

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kailey headed back to the windy city a bit earlier then when she originally anticipated to, about a week into august she decided to randomly pack up her bedroom at her parents house and drove to the city all night. her best friend becca already settled in, was shocked to find the girl coming in and knocking things over at 3 am. her parents had been driving in from toronto so when they arrived home, she'd already been on the road for an hour. her parents confused and distraught, at the sight of her empty bedroom. quickly pulling their phones to check for her location to see it was off on 360, and quickly called the three brothers who were a the lake house. her phone was on silent as she drove through Indiana, listening to indie folk country on blast. it was around 4 pm the same day she arrived, becca opened her door to the three brothers disheveled and exhausted. they'd been up all night thinking of where she could have gone, who she could have been with, calling all their friends and contacts at the detroit airport and others across the country and canada. as soon as they saw the blonde on the couch eating cereal, they all let out a collective sigh. before they took one step inside the apartment they were met with becca who truth be told, was blood at this point. becca had become part of the family years ago, when she hit jack in the face with a hockey stick when they lived in toronto. which meant that becca was blood, in kaileys book.

"if you so dare lay a fucking finger or raise your voice ever so slightly, i will make your lives hell." she threatened the boys, making eye contact with the three to make sure they knew how serious she was. they nodded, swallowing hard. she made he most eye contact with jack, because he always had some 'witty' comeback to becca. he stayed silent. they walked in and made their way over to kailey who was confused and shocked that they were here. "thankgod you're safe." luke said sitting down next to her and pulling her into a hug. "where'd you think i was?" she said icily. "i don't know, europe?" jack said right on cue, and becca growled from the kitchen. he sat down on the other side of kailey who just stared at him with a blank expression. she then looked up at quinn, who still had yet to say something. he was livid, beyond belief. he'd been on edge since he got the phone call at 3 am from his parents, who were freaking out. "i don't feel like giving you a stern talking to right now, but don't do that again kailey. don't you ever think of doing that again." he warned and she swallowed, nodding softly. his eyebrow quirked, "yes quinn. i wont do it again. im sorry" she said and he nodded before heading outside to call his parents.

"why did you leave?" luke asked, "we were supposed to have our day together..." he added with a twinge of sadness. the two since they were young, spent the whole day together before they went their separate ways for the semester. as kids, him being pulled to hockey teams and her with soccer and lacrosse. "im sorry lukey, but i didn't want to be upset and alone in michigan any longer." she said not looking up at him. "but you have us?" jack said confused, "sometimes that isn't enough jack." she said sadly before turning her gaze towards the window, that overlooked the chicago river.

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november.

the semester was well underway, and thanksgiving break was nearing, she'd soon be heading up to vancouver to spend it with her brother while her parents went to newark. she was walking up the stairs to her floor, with a dunkin iced americano in hand, a bagel while her back ached with a 100 pound back pack. she had a few hours before her and becca would be going out to a bar near campus, where the two could slip in before they started to check for id's.

a few hours later they were slipping inside, ready to party one last time before break. they reached their friend group, saying hi to everybody before heading over to the bar to order a drink. some indie folk country student singer had just begun to sing a song, and kelsey's heart swooned. she started swaying to the song as becca was complaining about a guy she had been hooking up with for a few weeks at that point. "who is it?" kelsey asked looking over at her texts that her friend was showing her, "reichel?" kelsey said with wide eyes and becca nodded. "oh fuck. right." she said turning back to thank the bar tender. "how much?" she questioned and the bartender just pointed to the right of them, and she smiled at the guy. she saluted him with her drink, before turning away with becca. they headed back to their group before the girls wanted to get to the dance floor, which the cute guy that brought their drinks was just walking up as well.

"thankyou for the drinks!" she said over the song as the two found their way next to one another. he nodded, "ofcourse! did my one good deed for the day!" he joked and she blushed, "you used it on me?" she faked fawned, "i feel so honored." she grinned, "maybe you've got one more?" she said cheekily as his eyes lit up. she smirked, plopping his cowboy hat off of his head and slid it onto hers. "your welcome." he smiled twirling her as the two started dancing. "cant help it when i see a cowboy hat, they're a weakness of mine." she hummed before he dipped her.

connor watched from the corner of the bar, as the two danced with each other. him and some of the younger players all decided to go out for the evening, and connor was regretting as soon as he saw her walk through the door with becca. reichel had no idea she was there until, he saw her on the dance floor. in which as soon as he saw, he hurried over to surprise her. "dude just go up to her." vlasic said, his shoulder hitting connors. connor shook his head, "you've been a sad puppy all summer. go!" mackenzie entwistle said and connor sighed, before following the blonde to the bar. "can i get a water?" connor asked the bartender and they went to go fetch a bottle. "connor?" he heard to his left, the soft and angelic voice of kailey hughes. "hi kailey." he said turning towards her, and he saw soft smile begin to form. "hi." she said before taking the seltzer from the bartender, and he took her card to the register. "seems like everybody knew about reichs and becca but me." she said walking up next to him. he nodded, "its been a long and busy summer without you that's for sure." he spoke before he could catch himself. she nodded, taking the card from the bartender. "well uh, i should get back out there." she said pointing towards her friend group and she caught the eye of the guy, she'd been dancing with. his cowboy hat giving his location away. "wanna say hi to the guys?" he questioned and she hesitated, "come on they miss you." and she obliged.

kailey and connor didnt leave eachothers side that evening, spending the evening catching up with one another. connor also being interested in her studies and the semester as much as she was interested in how his season had been going. she also confessed that her brother quinn knew about the because of mackenzie, which earned a few chuckles from the guys. connor, kailey, becca and reichel made there way outside around 1 am and began their descent back to the apartment. but not before becca begged to take a picture of the two next to the sign, that stood outside of the bar. "come on cowboy." kailey hummed and he quickly dipped her; catching her by surprise.

"lets go home now." becca said pushing the two in front of her and lukas.

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december.

the long awaited game between the devils and hawks rolled around, with her parents taking a trip to see their kids all in one spot for the evening. connor picked up kailey from her apartment, two hours before puck drop so that her parents could see connor again and so she could catch up with her brothers just a bit too. afterwards, regardless of who won or lost; the hughes family were getting together for dinner with connor. oh, and quinn would be put on facetime at some point too.

"no devils jersey tonight, huh?" luke said with a smirk as he saw the famous chicago jersey, donned with 98. she rolled her eyes hugging him, and then jack came out and hugged her as well. "don't go too hard on him jacky, or i will cut your hair off while you sleep this summer." she joked and jack saluted her, knowing she was somewhat serious. "quinn said he's watching from van, so this game should be interesting." jack joked and she slapped his arm. "mom!" jack said rubbing his arm, and ellen just laughed. "hughesy!" nico called as he walked out of the visitors lockerroom, "heard you were gracing us with your presence tonight." he joked as she pushed her brothers aside to hug the swiss. "can never pass up an opportunity to grace everybody as the best hughes." she said sticking her tongue out at jack who did the same. "well we will leave you to it, we'll see you later. have fun!" ellen said as nico walked away. "choke." was all kailey said, faking a look of seriousness. "buh bye!" luke said pushing her away, and jack flipped her off. kailey puckered her lips, shrugged before turning around and walked to the stands with her parents.

everybody on the broadcast teams, got many shots of the hughes family. and most importantly, the jersey the youngest hughes was donning. she cheered loudly as connor was introduced, she cheered when he scored his two goals, and when the hawks won 3-1 over her brothers. as connor was introduced as the first star of the game, he quickly found where she was sitting and winked at her. she rolled her eyes playfully, before cheering once again. the three waited a bit as the fans filtered out, before she went to find connor and her parents towards her brothers. as soon as she saw connor, his whole face lit up and opened his arms to hug her. "you did so good, hun!" she said softly, before kissing his cheek. he looked down at her, still smiling before pecking her. "lets go find my family." she said pulling her hands in his, and they made their way over towards the visitor's area. "will they be like, upset?" connor asked as they turned a corner. "upset?" she questioned looking up at him. "that we won." he clarified and she giggled. "no, but im sure jack will have a comment to say about you blocking his shot." she teased and she saw connor tense up a bit, "im kidding. besides, my mom has no problem telling him off so you're good." she hummed before she turned and saw her family waiting for her. luke's face lit up, and dawned a smile as he saw kailey come into view. "sick goals tonight." luke said first as they came face to face. "thanks man. your one shift was sick, we were all in awe on the bench." connor responded, and the four guys all fell into a conversation about the game. which meant they were all hyping each other up, or the word jack would use is gassing.

ellen wrapped an arm around her daughter, and smiled once they looked at each other. "i like him." ellen whispered and kailey giggled. "i think you have some competition." kailey hummed as they watched her brothers and dad conversing with the boy she loved.

sure, they may be young but she knew she'd found the one.

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the two walked into connor's apartment a few hours later, and quickly got ready for bed. the two found eachother's arms as soon as she got into bed, and looked out at the city lights that were somewhat dimmed from the window tint. "you have fun?" he asked and kailey nodded. "yeah, though im sure my brothers had even more fun." she giggled turning to face him. he smiled down at her, "i think you've got two new fangirls." she added which caused him to laugh. "cheeky." he said kissing her forehead. "i love you." she said and then shot herself in the foot. "well good thing, cuz i never stopped." he said meeting her eye. she smiled, "me neither." she hummed before pulling him in for a kiss.

two star-crossed lovers, one a canadian superstar, and one an american- from a royal hockey family. they would not see the fate that shakespeare wrote about all those years ago, but one that would bring together some of the most powerful and well-respected names in hockey.

"For never was a story of more beautiful, Than this of Juliet and her Romeo," 

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@kaileyclara: november 🤍

tags: connorbedard, madisenbedard and beccamurphy

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@trevorzegras: WHAT @alexturcotte: you didnt know? @trevorzegras: how does alex know about everything before me? @kaileyclara: cuz youre bad at keeping secrets t

@jackhughes: chipmunks seriously? @kaileyclara: it was that or the other meme... @jackhughes: i like this one better @_quinnhughes: so glad you're happy blondie @kaileyclara: thankyou q! i am (:

@lhughes_06: you cant dance for shit @kaileyclara: you cant either bud

@connorbedard: had a feeling you were gonna make a meme out of me @trevorzegras: its her love language @connorbedard: so I've learned @kaileyclara: you breathe and it can be turned into a meme i stg @beccamurphy: i mean...

@lukasreichel: I like the brunette @kaileyclara: i think she likes you too bud!

@elblue6: love you two! @connorbedard: love you mama el! @kaileyclara: 🫶🏻 @melanieb: so grateful for you guys! @elblue6: same here, cant wait for our girls trip! @kaileyclara: shes even circled it on my wall calender @melanieb: me too! @madisenbedard: omg she did the same on mine!

@madisenbedard: sister 🥺 @kaileyclara: the one i never had 🥺 @melanieb: we just adore you kailey! see you soon

@kaileysfriend: he doesn't even go here @beccamurphy: connor the student

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Chiaraviglio y Bonilla, en la Comisión de Atletas de W.A.

Fuente: World Athletics La Comisión Mundial de Atletas ha elegido a la cuatro veces campeona mundial de lanzamiento de bala de Nueva Zelanda, Valerie Adams, como presidenta y al poseedor del récord canadiense de 3.000 m con obstáculos, Matthew Hughes, como vicepresidente, tras la primera reunión de sus nuevos miembros esta semana. Como parte de sus nuevos cargos, Adams y Hughes se unirán al Consejo Mundial de Atletismo como miembros con derecho a voto, tras las reformas de gobernanza introducidas por el presidente de World Athletics, Sebastian Coe, en 2016. El presidente y otro miembro de la Comisión de Atletas han sido miembros con derecho a voto del Consejo Mundial de Atletismo desde 2019. “Después de desempeñarme como vicepresidenta de la Comisión de Atletas durante mi mandato anterior, me siento honrada y emocionada de haber sido elegida presidenta por mis pares”, dijo Adams, quien cumple su tercer mandato en la Comisión de Atletas. “La Comisión desempeña un papel vital en la representación de las voces y los intereses de los atletas en nuestro deporte, y estoy comprometido a continuar el trabajo realizado por mi predecesor. Con el apoyo de la Comisión y de toda la comunidad deportiva, nos esforzaremos por crear un entorno positivo y empoderador para que los atletas prosperen. Espero trabajar estrechamente con mis compañeros miembros de la Comisión para lograr un impacto duradero y beneficioso en nuestro deporte en todo el mundo”. "Desde que me retiré de la competencia el año pasado y fui votado para la comisión, sigo apasionado por hacer de nuestro deporte un lugar mejor para todos y seguir siendo una voz para los atletas", dijo Hughes. "Animo a todos los atletas a involucrarse en atletas". "Derechos, ya sea a nivel de club, federación miembro o área. Me siento honrado de haber sido elegido para el puesto de vicepresidente y me siento honrado de trabajar junto a Valerie como presidenta. Junto con Valerie y el resto de los atletas". Comisión, espero trabajar para hacer de nuestro deporte un lugar mejor, más seguro y más inclusivo para todos". La Comisión de Atletas está compuesta por hasta 18 miembros.  Miembros de la Comisión de Atletas (2023-2025/2027 – términos individuales entre paréntesis) Electa Valerie Adams (NZL) lanzamientos – presidente (2023-2027) Matthew Hughes (CAN) larga distancia – vicepresidente (2022-2025) Lisanne de Witte (NED) sprints (2022-2025) Diego García Carrera (ESP) marcha ( 2023-2027) Adam Gemili (GBR) sprints (2023-2027) Ivet Lalova-Collio (BUL) sprints (2022-2025) Renaud Lavillenie (FRA) saltos (2023-2027) Aisha Praught-Leer (JAM) media distancia (2023 -2027) Anna Ryzhykova (UKR) carreras de velocidad y vallas (2022-2025) Lea Sprunger (SUI) carreras de velocidad y vallas (2022-2025) Jasmine Todd (EE. UU.) saltos (2023-2027) Toshikazu Yamanishi (JPN) marcha (2022- 2025) Nombrada Paola Bonilla (ECU) larga distancia (2023-2027) Milcah Chemos Cheywa (KEN) media distancia (2023-2027) German Chiaraviglio (ARG) saltos (2023-2027) Henry Frayne (AUS) saltos (2023-2027) Halimah Nakaayi (UGA) media distancia (2023-2027) Su Bingtian (CHN) sprints (2023-2027) La actual Comisión de Atletas está compuesta por 10 mujeres y ocho hombres, con al menos dos miembros de cada Asociación de Área. De acuerdo con el compromiso de World Athletics con la equidad de género, el presidente y el vicepresidente de la Comisión de Atletas deben ser de sexos opuestos. “Siempre he sido un firme defensor de que los atletas tengan voz en el deporte, y estoy orgulloso de que en World Athletics nuestros atletas no sólo tengan voz, sino pleno derecho de voto, asegurando que tengan voz y voto en la toma de decisiones al más alto nivel. de nuestro deporte”, dijo el presidente de World Athletics, Sebastian Coe. “Organismos como la Comisión de Atletas son vitales para crear caminos para que los atletas crezcan en nuestro deporte y alcancen posiciones de liderazgo en todos los rincones del mundo. También son clave para retener a personas comprometidas en el deporte y garantizar que las personas adecuadas ayuden a dar forma a su futuro. “A medida que continuamos avanzando hacia el equilibrio de género y una mayor diversidad en todos los niveles y áreas del atletismo, es vital que tengamos una Comisión de Atletas que sea genuinamente representativa de nuestro deporte, como la que tenemos ahora. Creo firmemente que cuanto más diversa es una organización, mejor será su toma de decisiones”. Tras la primera reunión virtual de la comisión el 24 de octubre para elegir al presidente y al vicepresidente, la primera reunión presencial de los miembros actuales tendrá lugar en Mónaco los días 4 y 5 de diciembre. Read the full article