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quinnylouhughesx43 · 7 days

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Chirps

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has been edited as of 4/27/24!!

summary: Luke’s long term girlfriend is a beautician. The team chirps him about his unruly curls so he goes to see her at work.

warnings: profanity

The work day had just come to a close when the bells on the door jingled signaling someone had just entered. Out of instinct your head jerked to look towards the door. Thankfully, to be greeted by your sweet boyfriend who usually wore quirky half smile. Only tonight he was your stress stricken looking boyfriend. After swiftly leaning the broom that you had in your hand back up against the wall, you quickly approached him. “Luke? Is everything alright? You look like you did the day of your draft…” You let your voice drift to almost nothing as you reached him. He didn’t make a sound. Only made grabby hands, just like your toddler nephew does, signaling he wanted to hold you. Moments passed where the only sounds were the music still playing over speakers and your alls breathing. “The guys are chirping me about my hair again. Even my own brother is in on it this time.” His mumbling almost inaudible as he’s pressed his face down into your neck. But after two years of dating and three years of friendship prior, you’re a Luke Hughes mumbling specialist. Luke lifted his head and rested his chin atop of your head.

He pulls out of the embrace and starts pacing while he keeps rambling about the absurd claims his teammates have made recently. “They’ve gone as far to point out that my girlfriend is a professional beautician for all sorts of people. Celebrities, athletes, everyday people, and I go around with an unruly mop of whatever.” He stressed the importance of ‘I’ and made a gesture to himself when talking. You grab ahold of him by the waist pulling him back into your arms. Unable to watch him pace any longer. “They go on and on about how they don’t know how you’re not embarrassed of me.” His voice waivers at the end of his statement. “You.. you’re not embarrassed of me are you?” His voice completely cracks, he can’t stay in your arms he has to look at your face. You feel a fragment of your heart break. Pulling out of the embrace completely, he turns away unable to look you in the eyes anymore. You can tell he’s struggling. You know he grew up with kids bullying him for his curls and how unruly they could be. Kids are cruel but they are kids. It’s something that happens growing up. It isn’t something that happens when you’re 20 and surrounded by professional athletes. Or at least it shouldn’t. Reaching out to grab his hand, you slightly tug him at him to come back into your arms. Loosely holding him with one arm, using your other to be able to lift your hand to cup his cheek softly. Running your thumb across his cheek. “Baby I promise you, the last thing I am is embarrassed of you. I am nowhere near being embarrassed. I love you every way that you are. Hair unruly. Hair fixed. I’d love you if you had me shave your head. But please don’t make me do that. I love your curls so much. You’re perfect the way you are.” Luke exhales a breath he was holding since you had pulled him back to you. “There is only a couple things I am and those are, proud of you beyond what words can express, in love with you more than you know, and the luckiest girl there has ever been to be your girlfriend.” The two of you holding eye contact, nothing but pure love shining in your eyes and contentment breaking through Luke’s. He slowly begins to relax. He is still far from letting himself forget and let go what’s happening with the team, but knowing that the most important person to him doesn’t care how he looks and when he looks it.

Taking a moment to contemplate a way to help him further feel better, you rub your thumb slightly across his cheek again, he leans into it sighing. “What if we experiment on styling your curls baby? I have different products for curls. Curly hair is all different, so we can try one and if you don’t like it we can try another?” Luke slowly nodded, feeling even better already. Although he trusts and believes what you just told him about loving him in anyway he looks, he also knows you’re doing this for him. He has always been your soft boy. Luke is apprehensive, always considerate, questions his actions, and wants you to be a part of his decisions. That is until you’re both having your alone time, then he is a completely different person. And well that is a story for another time.. Luke sat down in your chair waiting for you to gather whatever it was that you were going to try first. His eyelids were beginning to feel heavy, he knew it wouldn’t be easy to stay awake once your fingers were in his hair.

Only after a few short minutes of working working shampoo through his hair, his eyelids fluttered shut. It was so hard to have to wake him up to move back to the other chair. His groggy face was precious as he teetered over to the seat and plopped down. Moments later you looked in the mirror and caught a glimpse of his face. The sweet boy had fallen asleep again. Finishing up quickly you decided to let him rest instead of waking him to go home, you leaned down and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and a ‘I love you Hughes’ before cleaning up your station again.

After cleaning everything up, you locked everything up and decided to wake Luke up. You two really needed to leave. “Lukey, I’m done. Let me drive you home.” Instead he pulled you in his lap and mumbled an I love you. Giggling an I love you back, you patted on his chest and insisted he get up. “Baby please let me sleep” he whimpered. “You can sleep when I get you home. I’ll stay with you if you get up.” You bargained. He opened one eye to look at you. “Do you promise? You’re not going to just leave once you drop me off?” “No lukey, let’s go”

At Luke’s the two of you get changed into pajamas quickly. You are both so exhausted. Luke lays down first, so you have to crawl over him to “your spot”. “Hey (y/n)” Luke whispers. “Yes?” “Thank you for loving me for me and not for being in the NHL or for being rich or for having a boat or for having a-“ you cut him off with a soft kiss. “Luke, we met before you were drafted, before I knew you had a boat, before you had money. None of that matters to me now that I do know. Just like you said. I love you for you. and well your unruly curls are plus.” You say eliciting a groan from Luke. “Not funny. Goodnight baby girl, I love you.” With his last words for the night, you cuddled as close as you could into his side and let your eye lids close. Mentally telling yourself to text Quinn tomorrow to go off on Jack for what he’s done to Luke’s confidence.

**edited and majorly updated 4/27/24 ♡︎

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simplyhughes · 1 month

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If you’re taking requests, can I get a Hughes brother (I don’t care which one) childhood friend to lovers fluff?

Lake House

The summer when y/n and Luke have given into their feelings (*^ω^*)

WC: 1743

Anon thank you so much for this request! It was a lot of fun!!!

Pairing: LH43 x Reader

Warnings: None (?) just fluffy fluff. There may be grammatical errors, my apologies!!

Stars decorated the sky, painting patterns across the earth. Crickets chirped softly while teasing banter and laughter mingled with the gentle melodies of the top hits radio, enveloping the outdoor patio of the Hughes’ lake house. You and your family had made their way to Michigan every summer, staying with the friends you call family. Your mother and Mrs. Hughes, who insists you call her Ellen, shared a college dorm, and the rest is history.

The two families gathered around a lit fire sharing stories from throughout the year, making up for the time spent apart. You stepped out onto the porch after using the restroom to see that all the folding chairs and loveseats had been filled. You gave a tug to your sweatshirt sleeve, scanning the seating situation to decide your next move. The youngest of the Hughes brothers, Luke, glanced your way, initiating eye contact.

Being the same age as Luke created a unique bond between you, distinct from your relationships with his two older brothers. When Quinn and Jack would sneak out to meet with some girls by the dock, it would be you and Luke in your makeshift fort binging movies. Or when everyone would pile onto the boat to go wake surfing, Luke would stay behind cause he knows you get seasick. It was the stuff like that growing up that made you two so close. Your mothers would gush behind your backs, betting on your future together on who would confess first. But you two were young and oblivious, just living in the moment, cherishing all the time you could be together before summer came to an end.

As your eyes met Luke's, his demeanor changed; his eyes softened but his body tensed. He raised his hand, tapping his leg, signaling you to come and sit with him. For some reason, you were slightly taken aback. It is not like you haven't shared a seat before… you guys used to have sleepovers and share a bed. But it may be the fact that you both are all grown up and that Luke got a whole hell of a lot more handsome. You mouthed “Are you sure?” over to the boy, and he just replied with a nod. The conversations around you continued as you walked across the wooden patio.

"Hey..." you began, glancing down at Luke. His gaze rose to meet yours, and a grin spread across his face as he wrapped one of his large hands around your waist, almost pulling you onto his lap. You followed his lead and took a seat. His arm then encircled your waist completely, and he rested his head on your shoulder. Your body initially tensed at the sudden display of affection, but soon you relaxed against his chest as the two of you eased into a casual conversation.

Luke's older brothers didn't miss his bold actions. Quinn nudged Jack in the side and discreetly pointed in your direction. Jack stifled a laugh followed by a playful jab to the gut by his older brother. “Who knew Lukey had game?” Jack joked with a stupid smirk. Quinn merely shrugged, signaling Jack to halt his teasing before you and Luke caught on.

Throughout the rest of the summer, Luke's gestures did not simmer down. Anyone who didn't know the pair would think they were a couple. Whenever you were together, one of you was always hanging on to the other, like a support beam. If one of you headed to get food, the other promptly followed suit. And if one of you emerged from the lake sopping wet, the other immediately wrapped them in a warm towel. Luke's actions weren't entirely surprising to you. Longing touches, tight embraces, the gentle tucking of hair behind your ear—all felt like natural extensions of your friendship. But both your mothers saw. They saw the subtle dance of affection that whispered of deeper feelings. It was in the lingering gazes, the softness of their voices when speaking to each other, and the way their laughter seemed to harmonize effortlessly. Luke's brothers could see it. They could see the unspoken attraction between you, clear as day. Deep down you knew it, Luke too. Yet both of you could not rattle the idea that the other didn't reciprocate.

The boat ripped through the water under the control of Jack. “Jack ease up man! You're gonna kill us all,” Quinn yelped. Luke, who sat lazily right next to you, just chuckled at their antics. You looked a little pale in the face.

“Hey… You okay y/n?” Luke questioned, dragging his hand through his damp curls.

“Does he not know how to drive this thing?” You complained sluggishly.

“Awh is someone feeling a little seasick?” He teased. “Jack slow down you asshat or let Huggy take over!” He shouted over to the two boys who still happened to be fussing at the wheel.

“C’mere…” Luke slung his arm around your shoulder and you instinctively rested your head against his.

Jack shuffled out of the driver's seat annoyed. He shot a glance over in your and Luke's direction.

“Oh my god, can you guys just kiss and get this over with already… Jesus,” Jack mumbled, letting out his frustration. The color returned to your face as Quinn took over, but the pale was replaced with an embarrassing red. You hid your face in Luke's chest trying to ignore Jack's words.

“Fuck off, Jack,” Luke retorted. “You're such a dick.”

The sun had set and the boat pulled into the dock. The sky was all different hues of pinks, yellows, oranges, and reds. Jack had rushed off the boat to meet up with this ‘rocket’ he was talking to leaving you, Luke, and Quinn. “Don't worry Huggy we can clean this up,” Luke said, gesturing to the empty beer cans, towels, and sunscreen that littered the boat. “You sure?” Quinn hummed. You could tell he was tired; I guess it is hard work being the boat's captain. Luke nodded back at his eldest brother while you let out a groan. The boat bobbed as Quinn stepped off. You shuffled across the boat's floor, grabbing a trash bag. Luke tossed the empty cans into the bag that you held open. “Maybe you picked the wrong sport, Lukey,” you joked as he threw another can in, mimicking a basketball toss. Your teamwork was pretty effective, only taking 15 minutes to get the boat back in good shape. Luke hopped off the boat onto the dock. His hand extended to grab yours.

“M’lady,” He snorted, taking a bow, helping you off the boat.

You hit him with your hips. “Dork,” you rebutted.

As the colors of the sunset faded into the velvety embrace of the night sky, you and Luke found yourselves on the dock, your feet dangling over the edge. The only sounds were the gentle whispers of the wind through the trees that seemed to be as tall as skyscrapers, the crickets that chirped into the early hours of the morning, and the crashing of water as it rolled into the muddy lakeside shore.

Luke let out a soft sigh, his gaze fixed on you with a look that made your heart flutter. You tried to keep your composure, your eyes focused straight ahead. But you simply could not help yourself any longer.

"What are you looking at, Hughes?" you quipped, breaking the silence.

"You," he replied simply, his voice barely above a whisper.

You turned to face him, your breath catching in your throat as his hand gently brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His touch sent shivers down your spine, igniting a warmth deep within you.

"Me?" you echoed, unable to tear your gaze away from his.

"Only you," he murmured, inching closer until there was barely any space between you.

He took his hand, guiding a piece of your fallen hair behind your ear. His hand then stayed resting on your cheek. Placing your hand on top of his you spoke, "Luke…".

“Can I kiss you y/n?” he interrupted.

Your eyes dilated, still staring back at his. Your throat went dry, parched by the sudden rush of adrenaline, while your heart pounded against your ribcage, drowning out all other sounds. The only thing you could do was nod. He brought his face close an inch away from yours. His hot breath whispered against your cheek. Time stretched, suspended in a haze of anticipation before his lips finally met yours. His unoccupied hand quickly found a new place to reside, resting on your hip, pulling you in as close as possible. Your lips parted, both in search of air. That single kiss was not enough for Luke. He dove back in, pressing kisses to the side of your neck, trailing behind your ear, with his hair tickling your jaw. The new sensation made you gasp, locking your fingers into his hair. “Luke…” you groaned.

Eventually, the heat had worn down, leaving both parties in shock at the events that had just occurred.

“Y/n…” Luke started, “I have liked you- wait no…” he stopped himself. “I have loved you for the longest time. At the end of every summer, my stomach twists itself in a knot. I dread leaving the lake, I dread leaving summer behind, but I dread leaving you the most. I am not sure how I have been able to get myself through the long winters and the busy fall. It may be the lingering thought that I will eventually make my way back to you. You are my best friend, you always have been and you always will be. I don't wanna screw this up, and if you don't like me back we can pretend this never even happened…” he rambled.

“Luke.” You cut him off.

“Yeah?” He quickly replied, turning his eyes onto you.

“We literally just made out you idiot… I would hope I like you back.” His chest sank back in relief with an exhale. “I cannot picture my life without you.” You added with a more serious tone. “We have grown up together and I expect to grow old with you.” Luke didn't reply with words. He pulled you back into a deep kiss.

The sun had officially set, leaving a blanket of twinkling lights. The young couple spent the night together in the wake of new romantic revelations. This was the night where their friendship had blossomed into something more.

#jack hughes #luke hughes #quinn hughes #jack hughes x reader #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes x y/n #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes 43 #hockey #nhl #new jersey devils #simplyhughes

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edmundspevensea · 11 months

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𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐔𝐒?

in which two lovers grapple with memories of their relationship in two very different ways.

part two to can the killer in me tame the fire in you?

warnings; end of a relationship, sad luke

As Luke watched you slip through his grasp once again, he sadly turned back into his apartment and slammed the door angrily. He wasn’t angry at you. Instead, he was angry at the fact that he had some random girl in his bed as an attempt to get over you when he knew in his heart that he never was going to get over you.

Luke turned all the kitchen lights on to further illuminate his empty apartment. Ever since you guys had broken up, Luke hadn’t had the heart to redecorate, afraid of losing all the memories of you. He ran a hand through his messy curls as the girl, whose name he didn’t even remember, emerged from his bedroom with only a bedsheet wrapped around her body. It was an unfortunate reminder of the hookup that had happened only an hour beforehand, “Luke?” the girl asked, her hair tousled and her eyes confused, “What’s going on?”

Luke whipped his head towards her, and cringed at the sight of the girl. He looked down at his body and took in the sight of his wrinkled Devils shirt, gray boxers and uneven socks. His hazel eyes, which you always argued had more green than brown in them, narrowed, and he slowly walked towards her, “Get out.”

“What?” the girl asked in exasperation, eyeing the time and then looking back at Luke, “Luke, it’s 2:30 in the morning!”

Luke scoffed and fought the urge to raise his voice, pushing past the girl to enter his room. He collected the girl’s underwear, bra, jeans and top before exiting and shoving the belongings into her arms, “I don’t care. Get out.”

The random girl opened her mouth to argue, but stopped in her tracks when she realized that Luke had disappeared again, re-emerging seconds later with $20 to pay for a ride, “Go put your clothes on in the bathroom. The money will be waiting for you when you get out.” he spoke, watching as the girl shook her head in disbelief before disappearing into his bathroom. He went and sat down on his couch and grasped at his hair in desperation, attempting deep breaths in order to calm down. Luke heard the front door slam as the girl stormed out the door, but he didn’t move. Instead, he stayed right there on the couch, as if he was paralyzed, and just stared blankly at the wall. He didn’t know how he was going to do life without you.

Meanwhile, you had just arrived back to your apartment. It was now 3:00 in the morning and while you were extremely exhausted, you knew that you weren’t going to be able to get any sleep. Instead, you would stay awake, your mind wandering to Luke and what your guys’ relationship could’ve been. As you twisted your keys to unlock the front door, you took in the sight of your messy apartment.

It was just one big reminder of Luke.

Luke’s hoodies were scattered all over your couch and multiple chairs spread across your living room and kitchen area. Although it had been four months since you had broken up with him, you never had the heart to return his things to him. But as you look at everything now, you realized that if there was any chance that you were going to move on from the curly-headed boy you loved so much, then you would have to get rid of all his stuff. Out of sight, out of mind.

Without a second thought, you slowly closed the door behind you and walked slightly forward into the kitchen area, taking off your uncomfortable shoes and placing them off to the side. You sighed as you trudged into your bedroom, sliding off your jeans and swapping them out for a baggy pair of sweatpants. You did the same thing with your top, pulling the white tank top over the top of your head and switching it out for a plain gray and oversized hoodie that your best friend had gifted you for your birthday last year.

Speaking of your best friend, you were relieved that she wasn’t currently home. She had gone out bar hopping last night, and with her luck you knew that she was probably going to end up going home with a random guy she met at one of the bars. When you received a text from her earlier that morning, you knew that you were correct in your assumptions, which guaranteed you an empty apartment to yourself for at least the next five hours, maybe more. With this in mind, you grabbed a cardboard box from your closet and slowly made your way back out into your living area to grab Luke’s hoodies.

You ran a hand through your hair as you placed the box down on your coffee table, taking another look at the scattered hoodies. There were five in the living room total, but you had many more in your closet. Without another thought, you stepped forward to grab the first hoodie — a classic Devils hoodie with “Hughes — 21” on the back of it. Luke had given it to you after he had gotten drafted a couple years back, and it meant a lot to you. Secondly, a Toronto Maple Leafs hoodie gifted to him from William Nylander, which he had gifted to you when you guys first started dating. Third, a University of New Hampshire crewneck sweatshirt he had had since he was little. It had belonged to his mom, but Luke had told you that it was one of his security items growing up, and he wanted to pass that onto you. You teared up a little bit just thinking about how much Luke’s family meant to him, and how much you also once meant to him. Too bad those days were over now.

Managing to keep the tears at bay, you shakily sighed as you finished packing up Luke’s hoodies. Once you had finished with the ones in the living room, you moved onto packing the ones hidden at the back of your closet. After finishing with those, you hesitantly moved onto packing his bottle of cologne he had given you. You couldn’t lie — you had been spraying it on your wrists and clothes for the past couple of months in order to feel safe, in order to feel like you were in Luke’s strong and protective arms again. After about an hour more of stalling in order to avoid packing away the memories of your relationship with the boy you loved — love — forever, you had finally finished. And with that, you placed the overflowing box by your bedside and collapsed on your bed. It was already 5:00 AM, but if you could manage to get an hour of sleep before waking up to return Luke’s stuff to him again, then you’d be okay with that.

An hour and a half later, you woke up from what was arguably the worst sleep of your life. You groaned angrily as your alarm clock blared, and almost broke your hand with the amount of force you put into shutting it off. After fighting the strong urge to just lie in bed and go back to sleep, you slowly hopped out of your bed and stretched your arms over your head. Knowing that you were just going to go back to bed after arriving home, you threw your hair into a messy bun and only brushed your teeth because you didn’t want to overwhelm your Uber driver with your bad breath. You didn’t even bother eating breakfast. You simply grabbed the extremely heavy box of your ex-boyfriend’s things and made your way outside of your apartment building to meet your Uber driver.

The friendly older woman greeted you as you stepped into the car and put the box down next to you. Her hair had almost turned fully gray, but a few streaks of dark brown were still alive, holding on for dear life as if an ocean of age would wash them away any minute. Her eyes were kind and wrinkles of wisdom were present across her freckled face, a face of motherly comfort. You smiled at her as a faint “hello” came out of your mouth. You gave her the address of Luke’s apartment building and soon the car began moving. Some Lumineers’ song was playing faintly through the car radio, and the sweet woman eyed you through the mirror, “I can turn the radio off if you’d prefer, sweetheart. I don’t mind.” she smiled, and you shook your head.

“That’s very generous of you ma’am, thank you. But I don’t mind,” you replied softly, and she smiled as a way to let you know that she heard you. As the Lumineers’ song ended and the next one began, you wished you had told her differently. The color drained from your face as Hozier’s “Like Real People Do” began echoing throughout the car.

You and Luke. This was your guys’ song.

Your lip trembled as the song played, and the memories came rushing back. Slow dancing to this song in his kitchen throughout high school, on Umich’s campus out in the snow at 2:00 AM (Luke had pulled you close and whispered the entire song into your ear), and the first night you had spent in your own apartment in Newark. All the two of you had at that time was some paper plates, plastic silverware, napkins, a carry out pizza and an air mattress, but it was the first time you two were officially on your own together. It was a special moment as Luke held you against his own body and the two of you gave each other sweet kisses as the song played through his phone.

The rolling of the car to a stop pulled you out of your thoughts, and you quickly thanked her before handing her some money and exiting the vehicle. She pulled away and as you stood in front of Luke’s apartment complex, you realized that you couldn’t face him again today. So instead of knocking on his door and handing him the box of his stuff, you took the elevator up to his floor and left the cardboard box outside of his front door. As you left the building, you shot him a text to let him know that his stuff was there before ordering another Uber in order to get back home.

When you arrived home, your roommate was awake on the couch, clearly hungover. You gave her as much of a smile as you could muster and the only response you received was a groan and a, “Could you get me some Advil?”

You nodded, knowing that you had an unopened bottle of it somewhere in your room. When you entered your room, you began to search through the drawers on your nightstand, but you had no luck. After searching your bottom drawer without any luck of finding the Advil, you were about to move on to the drawers in your dresser when a picture frame caught your eye. You pulled the picture frame out of the drawer and brushed it off with your hands, only to see the picture of you and Luke that Ellen had taken on your two year anniversary. You and Luke looked like two lovesick fools, huge grins on both your faces as you looked at each other lovingly. The two of you were both unaware that the photo was being taken until Ellen had sent her son the picture. You noticed it was his lock screen the next day and asked him to send it to you, to which he did. For your three year anniversary, you had gifted Luke a framed copy of that photo, and kept one for yourself as well.

You smiled sadly at the photo as you walked over to sit down on your bed, tears welling in your eye at the sight of how happy the two of you once were together. As you thought back to earlier in the morning however, the misery and yearning you were feeling for your ex-boyfriend came flooding back to you in a harsh wave of anger, “God fucking dammit, Luke!” you screamed, throwing the picture frame onto the ground. Glass shattered around you as the frame hit the floor, and all you could manage to do was watch emotionless as Luke’s love-stricken face stared up at you through the broken glass on top of it.

Little did you know, Luke still kept that same framed photo of you guys on his bedroom dresser. As he stared down at the overflowing box of his stuff that was now in his apartment, he thought back to that photo. He quickly made his way into his bedroom to grab it and just as quickly took the same place on his couch as he did hours earlier when he had kicked the random girl out of his apartment, this time with a box of returned items and a picture of him and his ex-girlfriend in his hand.

Luke simply stared at the smile on your face. Oh, how he missed your beautiful smile. He rubbed his thumb over the picture of your face, almost as if he was hoping he could feel the softness of your skin through the glass. Without a second thought, almost as if he was on autopilot, Luke began humming the tune of “Like Real People Do” under his breath as he gripped the framed picture to his chest and wrapped his arms around it, wondering if there was anything left to do for him and you.

#luke hughes #nhl #new jersey devils #umich hockey #nhl hockey #luke hughes imagines #luke hughes x you #luke hughes blurb #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes angst #luke hughes x y/n #nj devils #hockey #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #luke hughes 43 #nhl x reader

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mirrorballhughes · 4 months

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have to say i think i find luke and quinn more attractive bc they look a lil dead in the eyes while jack is like all puppy eyed…. does that make sense?? anyone else agree😊😊

#nj devils #new jersey devils #luke hughes #jack hughes #quinn hughes #canucks #vancouver canucks #hughes brothers #maybe its because they both wear 43!!!#joss speaks

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bedardmatthews9834 · 27 days

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43+43=86

#43+43=86 #hockey #ice hockey #nhl #nhl players #hughes brothers #quinn hughes #luke hughes #jack hughes #new jersey devils #vancouver canucks

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hockeylovee12 · 1 month

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I know there are a bunch of other guys on that list but I’m only looking at the first two or I guess three

#luke hughes #nj devils #hughes brothers #quinn hughes #canucks #Quinny and Lukey #my 43s

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cherryflavoredgloss · 2 months

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13 going on 43

Luke Hughes X Fashion Editor! OC

In which Luke Hughes meets Satine Li, Vogue’s youngest fashion editor, and the whirlwind that is their life afterwards.

Background: Meet Satine Li

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#13 going on 43 #luke hughes x oc #luke hughes smut #luke hughes fanfiction #luke hughes fanfic #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction

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badsideof15 · 5 months

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cuntiest cellies ever

(wm is my tiktok and twt user)

#luke hughes #43 #new jersey devils #i’m so gay

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jonassiegenthighler · 7 months

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Stopppppppp

#jack hughes #quinn hughes #luke hughes #43+43=86

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bunbunbl0gs · 18 days

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Luke dating a rock star 🎸

masterlist

nhl masterlist

join my tag list here :)

tag list ; @ivy-34

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quinnylouhughesx43 · 9 days

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Are they really just a friend with Luke plssss

“Are They Just a Friend?”

Warnings: use of y/n,

꧁꧂

Luke had just played an intense and phenomenal game. He had a natural hat trick along with two assists. You were waiting for him down by the locker room doors. The energy down there was electrifying. Other friends, family, and significant others were standing around waiting for the players to emerge.

“(Y/N)!” Your head whipped to the left to follow the sound of Jack’s voice. He didn’t play tonight, still recovering from his surgery. “Luke told us to go ahead and head to the bar. He has a line of media waiting to interview him.” You follow Jack to the private parking garage, where you were allowed to park as you drove Jack to the arena today. “How long do you think he’ll be? You know how I feel about bars and not having Luke…” You question his older brother but let your voice fade away afraid he may get offended or think you don’t trust him.

It’s not that you don’t trust Jack to take care of you or keep you safe. It’s that Luke is your best friend. Your safe place. Your person. And in the unfortunate case for you, the person who unbeknownst to him has had possession of your heart since high school.

You managed to catch Jack rolling his eyes after hearing you. He let out an exaggerated sigh after getting in the car. “(Y/N) I shouldn’t have to ask this, but are you two really just friends?” It feels like all the air has been sucked out of your lungs. It feels like your body forgets how to move. You don’t know why but hearing those last two words strike hard. “Yeah, just friends” , you defeatedly admitted, you start the car and start to head to the bar. Jack remains quiet, but begins plotting a plan.

A plan to help the girl who’s always been like his little sister get his actual little brother to open his eyes and see the good thing right in front of him.

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You and Jack had been at the bar an hour and a half already with no sign of Luke. Jack had bought you lemon drop after lemon drop. You were feeling the alcohol streaming through your blood. “Jackey, can I tell you something?” You asked him, all anxiety long forgotten. “Always, sunshine.” He had his glass of water in his hand as he couldn't consume alcohol while still taking medication. “You asked me if Moose and I were just friends. I wish we weren’t. I loooooooove him” You started giggling uncontrollably leaning over to lay on Jack’s good shoulder.

“You looooove who?” Luke asked. As he suddenly appeared and was sitting down on the other side of the table. Jack let out a laugh. “Oh my god Jack! Look, it's my moose!” You scooted all the way across the booth to Luke and started to snuggle up into his side. “Well? Who did you just tell Jack that you love (y/n/n)?” Luke questioned again. You looked up at him from where you were cuddled up into his side. Craning your neck to see all of his face.

“If I tell you, you can’t stop being my best friend okay?” You took a deep breath waiting for confirmation. Your drunken mind starting to sober up as adrenaline was rushing through you. Taking a Quick Look up again at Luke you see him staring at his brother then quickly looking back down at you. His eyes tell a thousand stories that you can’t read. “I told jackey over there that I love you moose.” You emphasized the ‘you’ by tapping him on the nose. A giggle broke out of you again as it did before after admitting your feelings.

Only a few seconds pass before Luke shifts and is grabbing your face moving it to meet his. “Thank fuck.” He finishes pulling your face to his to connect your mouth to his. He doesn’t care that it’s probably the sloppiest kiss either of you have ever experienced. “Lukey.” You whisper afterwards. The kiss sobering you up quite a bit. “You just.” “(Y/N) if you tell me something about being best friends, I will show you just how much we are not best friends and haven’t been in a long damn time.” You leaned in next to his ear so he could hear. “Don’t threaten such fun things lukey.” Grinning as you leaned back so he could see your face. “Okay, well Jack we’re leaving. Let’s go.” Luke threw you over his shoulder, insisting that by the end of the night “best friend” would not be a term between the two of you.

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simplyhughes · 2 months

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Mornings Like This- LH43

Waaaaa~ This is my first fic!! It’s a super short but cute Luke blurb… I hope you guys enjoy it! I wrote it relatively quick… I was just super excited to make a post!

WC: 298

TW: none!

Beams of sun dance between the window shades, drawing lines across the bed. Your soft skin flutters at the bright warmth, causing your eyes to flicker open. Adjusting to the embrace of a new day, you turn your sight onto the boy who lies next to you. Splashed against the pillow, his curls lay along with his fleshy cheek pressed comfortably. Your movement caused the grasp he had on your waist to tighten, pulling you in closer to his chest. A smile painted itself across your face, admiring each and every freckle on his face. Mornings like this don't come very often, but when they do, boy do you cherish every single second. You take your hand and softly brush the stray hair that dangled across your boyfriend's forehead away, giving you a clear view of his face. “You are creepy, y’know that right…?” Luke mumbles, almost incoherently. Your face scrunches as he opens his eyes. “Can’t a girl just love and admire her boyfriend nowadays?” You retort, causing Luke to chuckle against your chest. His laugh echoes off the walls, being the only sound to consume the room. Your false pout melts away being replaced with a grin. “Ah… that’s my pretty girl,” Luke coos as he pinches your cheek between two fingers. Heat rushes to your cheeks once you register his words, causing them to flush a warm pink. You sling your leg on top of Luke's hip while wrapping your arm around his neck. Both of you rest your foreheads against the other's, basking in the moment. After a minute of silence, you and Luke connect in a sweet kiss, lips perfectly molded together. For the rest of the morning, you two stay interlocked in bed, drowning in your duvet and embracing every single moment.

#luke hughes x reader #luke hughes #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes x y/n #nhl #njd #luke hughes 43 #umich

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edmundspevensea · 1 month

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hi, do you have any current works in progress? I'd love to hear what you have planned 😁

hi! currently i have a few in progress! in no particular order:

- we’re going to be (more than) friends; kent johnson (part two to the babysitters club)

- fine line; adam fantilli

- see the graves as you pass through, from our crash back in ‘02; luke evangelista

- i am sick of the chase but i’m stupid in love; luke hughes (part three to ‘can the killer in me tame the fire in you?’ and ‘is there nothing left to do for us?’)

- multiple nhl players x reader (platonic)! mainly focused around the devils but will include players from other teams as well :)

- a few requests as well! feel free to send some in! :)

#nhl #luke hughes #kent johnson #new jersey devils #nhl hockey #columbus blue jackets #nhl x reader #nhl imagines #adam fantilli #luke hughes 43 #luke evangelista #luke evangelista imagines #kj91 #nashville predators #hockey #jamie drysdale #ethan edwards

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sincerelymarner · 5 months

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why the hugheses wear the numbers they do

a lot of people tend to be curious why the Hughes brothers wear 43 and 86, and I wanted to do a small dive into why.

So where does 43 come from? First we need to start with the number 6. Jack once said, "No. 6 is the family number. Everyone has worn it: uncles, aunts, cousins, brothers" and Luke has said he wore 6 because his brothers and dad wore it. And it seems that before they entered the NHL, it was their preferred number. With that background done with, let's move back to 43.

According to Quinn, the first of the brothers to wear No. 43, he chose it while he was playing for the U17 NTDP team; "Going into my U17 year, I was always had No. 6 so I didn’t really know what to pick (between 30 and 60) and there wasn’t much for me to go with so I just went with 43 and I liked it and just stuck with it." The next year, when he was on the U18 team he went back to 6. Then when he went to UMich a senior had No. 6, and as a frosh he wasn't going to ask him to switch, so he went back to 43, really liked it and feels like "that's [his] number now," and obviously kept it when he signed with the Canucks.

When Jack entered the program Quinn passed 43 onto him. Apparently, the night Jack was drafted by the Devils, he saw a No. 43 Devils jersey with his name on it. But he chose to wear No. 86 because similar to Quinn, 6 was already taken by a senior member of the team. In this case that member was Andy Greene, the then captain of the Devils. Something that a lot of people like to point out is that 86 is a double of 43 and believe that's why Jack chose 86. In this article, Jack says he chose 86 because he previously wore it when he was with the Marlboros.

Luke, like his brothers before did, wore 43 while on the U17 team, 6 while on the U18 team, and 43 while he was at UMich. In his words, "I always wore #6 because my brothers and my dad wore it and then #43 because both my brothers came through the program and wore it."

So there you have it, that's why the Hugheses wear 43 and 86.

As an aside, contrary to popular belief, the number 43 did not come from their mom, Ellen. As for what number Ellen wore, I could only find that she had No. 5 while she played in the 1992 IIHF Women's World Championships, 21 while she was with UNH and 22 when she played as a kid in Dallas.

#i did this because i needed a place to put all this info down #also bc i'm a hateful person who gets unreasonably annoyed when ppl on reddit ask when all these articles stating why are out there !!!!#quinn hughes #jack hughes #luke hughes #van conversion #new jersey devils #anyways if jack went the ncaa route he would've worn 43 too probably. they are each others biggest fan and supporter #mere.txt #*h

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