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When i say nothing nothing is better than the feeling of people enjoying my stories i mean it!!

not to mention when it’s people who’s work i read as well

It’s Nice to have a Friend Q.H

WC: 1471

Part of the Eras Fic challenge by @wyattjohnston and @comphy-and-cozy

Ann Arbor in winter transforms into a picturesque scene, with its sprawling campus blanketed in snow. Towering trees glisten under a frosty coat, while the iconic Burton Memorial Tower stands as a beacon amidst the white. Students bustle through paths lined with snowbanks, their breath forming small clouds in the crisp, cold air. The warmth of the Diag, filled with bundled-up figures hurrying to class or sipping coffee, contrasts with the icy winds that sweep through Ann Arbor. Inside the university buildings, the hum of activity is a sharp contrast to the serene stillness outdoors, as students gather in cozy study spaces to escape the chill. The campus, alive with the vibrant energy of its community, glows softly in the evenings, as street lights illuminate the snow-covered walkways.

When your seminar ends you zip your backpack, its weight a little lighter now that break is just around the corner. The hallway buzzes with energy—lockers slamming, boots crunching on wet tiles, voices rising and falling in a chaotic symphony. As you glance toward the door, you see Quinn leaning against the wall, hands shoved casually into his pockets. He’s waiting. For you.

“Walk you to your dorm?” he asks, like it’s no big deal.

You nod, your lips curling into a smile you can’t hide. “Sure.”

Outside, the sidewalks are slick with fresh snow, but beneath the powder, you notice faint traces of sidewalk chalk—bright swirls of color in defiance of the season. A crooked sun and jagged mountains, half-buried, catch your eye. “Q look” You point them out, and he shrugs with a grin, like it’s just another part of the world he doesn’t think twice about.

“Ah fuck, I lost my gloves,” you groan, checking the ground around you.

Without a word, Quinn pulls his off and holds them out to you. “Here,” he says, like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

You hesitate. “What about you?”

“I’m fine,” he insists, stuffing his bare hands into his pockets. His cheeks are red—not just from the cold, you hope—and he’s looking at the snow instead of you. “You need it more.”

You slide your hand into the glove, oversized and warm, and the lingering heat from his skin makes you feel something you can’t quite name. “Thanks,” you murmur.

Quinn clears his throat and flashes you a crooked smile. “Wanna hang out later? I got that new game.”

The question feels casual, but you can sense something more in the way he says it. “Yeah,” you say, your breath puffing into the cold air. “Sounds like fun.”

By the time you reach your front steps, plans have been set. Video games at his dorm, and snacks scavenged from his candy stash.

“Seven okay?” Quinn asks as you unlock your door.

“Seven,” you confirm, already counting down the hours.

He waves and turns away, disappearing into the plain and boring hallway. You look down at the glove on your hand, his gloves, Quinn's Gloves, and feel a warmth that has nothing to do with winter gear. It’s something softer, quieter, something that lingers like the chalk beneath the snow.

-

The sun hangs low, its fading light painting the sky in soft pinks and golds. You’re both sitting cross-legged on the roof of Quinn and Jack’s lake house, a quiet escape from everything that feels too loud these days. No one’s mentioned curfews tonight. Maybe because no one cares to.

“Crazy, right? Your Captain and Everything,” You say, Your voice carrying the kind of gentle love for Quinn. “Now We're back here, sitting on a roof like every other summer.”

You glance at Quinn, his eyes fixed on the horizon, the setting sun casting a glow on his face.

He laughs, a low, familiar sound that feels like home. “No, it’s a big deal. Biggest deal of my life. But it’s also... a lot, you know?”

You do know. He doesn’t have to say it—the pressure, the expectations, the headlines. You see it every time his name flashes on the screen during a game, every time someone brings up that goal or that hit.

“What’s it like?” you ask, leaning forward. “Being out there?”

Quinn shrugs, but there’s something vulnerable in his expression. “It’s everything I’ve ever wanted, but… it’s a lot of noise. Coaches, fans, reporters. Everyone’s got an opinion about me. It’s hard to tell who’s really in my corner.”

His honesty catches you off guard. You don’t say anything at first, just lean back on your hands and let the quiet stretch between you.

“Twenty-One questions?” you ask, a playful smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

He smirks. “All right, I’m game. What’s first?”

“Best thing about being captin?”

He chuckles, “Oh, easy. Leading the team, there's a shit load of pressure but…it's an honour to.”

You laugh, the sound breaking through the cold, and his smile softens as he looks at you.

“What’s something you’re scared of?” you say, without thinking.

The question lingers in the air, heavier than you intended, but he doesn’t shy away. “I guess… messing it up,” he admits quietly. “Like, what if I’m not good enough? Not for the league, not for my team. What if I’m just a mistake for a captain, you know?”

You feel a pang in your chest, a mix of empathy and admiration. “You not,” you say firmly. “You’re too good for that.”

Your words seem to land, and Quinn’s eyes meet yours, a flicker of gratitude in them. Then something shifts.

His hand moves closer, just a little, until his fingers brush yours. You glance down, surprised by the warmth of his touch despite the cold air.

“What gave you the nerve to do that?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Quinn grins, small and crooked, the way he always does when he’s about to say something smart. “I’m a Hockey player,” he says. “Gotta take chances when I see them.”

You chuckle, And for a moment, as the sun dips below the horizon and the sky turns a deep, dusky purple, you think he might be right. Some chances are just worth taking.

-

The church bells are ringing, loud and jubilant, their echoes spilling into the crisp Summer air. You stand outside the small stone chapel, the scent of fresh flowers mingling with the faint hint of rain in the breeze. The guests cheer and throw petals, You laugh as Quinn shakes them out of his hair, grinning like he hasn’t stopped since you walked down the aisle.

“How are we Mrs Hughes,” he jokes, brushing the petals off his shoulders.

“You've been saying that since you proposed,” you tease, swatting at his suit.

“What can I say? I like that you're a Hughes now..” His voice softens as he takes your hand, his smile shifting into something quieter. “But this? This is my new favorite thing.”

You feel your cheeks flush, the words settling warmly in your chest. “Stop. You’re gonna make me cry again.”

“Again?” Quinn raises an eyebrow, his expression playful but tender. “Pretty sure I’ve earned a few tears today.”

You roll your eyes but don’t argue. He’s right, of course. From the moment you saw him standing at the altar, hands clasped and eyes locked on yours, you’ve been holding back tears. There’s something about him—this man who calls you his home, who never lets a day pass without reminding you why he chose you—that makes every moment feel profound.

“Ready to get out of here, babe?” Quinn asks, emphasizing the nickname you’ve started using just to fluster him.

“Always.”

The drive to the reception is a blur of laughter and stolen glances. Later, after the toasts and the dancing, when the crowd has thinned and the music has softened, you find yourselves alone on the dance floor. His hands rest on your waist, yours looped around his neck, and for a moment, it feels like the world has melted away.

“I’ll have your back every day,” Quinn says suddenly, his voice low.

The words catch you off guard, even though you already know they’re true. “You always have,” you whisper.

The next morning, you wake up to sunlight streaming through the hotel curtains, tangled together in the sheets. Neither of you moves for a long time, your limbs heavy and comfortable, the weight of the day before sinking in.

“Do we have to get up?” you mumble, your head resting on his chest.

He lets out a contented sigh. “Not unless you want to.”

You smile, knowing there’s nowhere else you’d rather be. “Then let’s stay here. The whole weekend.”

“Deal.”

And as you drift back to sleep, his hand in yours, you realize that this—this feeling of warmth and belonging, of home—isn’t just the start of your marriage. It’s the start of forever.

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It’s Nice to have a Friend Q.H

WC: 1471

Part of the Eras Fic challenge by @wyattjohnston and @comphy-and-cozy

Ann Arbor in winter transforms into a picturesque scene, with its sprawling campus blanketed in snow. Towering trees glisten under a frosty coat, while the iconic Burton Memorial Tower stands as a beacon amidst the white. Students bustle through paths lined with snowbanks, their breath forming small clouds in the crisp, cold air. The warmth of the Diag, filled with bundled-up figures hurrying to class or sipping coffee, contrasts with the icy winds that sweep through Ann Arbor. Inside the university buildings, the hum of activity is a sharp contrast to the serene stillness outdoors, as students gather in cozy study spaces to escape the chill. The campus, alive with the vibrant energy of its community, glows softly in the evenings, as street lights illuminate the snow-covered walkways.

When your seminar ends you zip your backpack, its weight a little lighter now that break is just around the corner. The hallway buzzes with energy—lockers slamming, boots crunching on wet tiles, voices rising and falling in a chaotic symphony. As you glance toward the door, you see Quinn leaning against the wall, hands shoved casually into his pockets. He’s waiting. For you.

“Walk you to your dorm?” he asks, like it’s no big deal.

You nod, your lips curling into a smile you can’t hide. “Sure.”

Outside, the sidewalks are slick with fresh snow, but beneath the powder, you notice faint traces of sidewalk chalk—bright swirls of color in defiance of the season. A crooked sun and jagged mountains, half-buried, catch your eye. “Q look” You point them out, and he shrugs with a grin, like it’s just another part of the world he doesn’t think twice about.

“Ah fuck, I lost my gloves,” you groan, checking the ground around you.

Without a word, Quinn pulls his off and holds them out to you. “Here,” he says, like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

You hesitate. “What about you?”

“I’m fine,” he insists, stuffing his bare hands into his pockets. His cheeks are red—not just from the cold, you hope—and he’s looking at the snow instead of you. “You need it more.”

You slide your hand into the glove, oversized and warm, and the lingering heat from his skin makes you feel something you can’t quite name. “Thanks,” you murmur.

Quinn clears his throat and flashes you a crooked smile. “Wanna hang out later? I got that new game.”

The question feels casual, but you can sense something more in the way he says it. “Yeah,” you say, your breath puffing into the cold air. “Sounds like fun.”

By the time you reach your front steps, plans have been set. Video games at his dorm, and snacks scavenged from his candy stash.

“Seven okay?” Quinn asks as you unlock your door.

“Seven,” you confirm, already counting down the hours.

He waves and turns away, disappearing into the plain and boring hallway. You look down at the glove on your hand, his gloves, Quinn's Gloves, and feel a warmth that has nothing to do with winter gear. It’s something softer, quieter, something that lingers like the chalk beneath the snow.

-

The sun hangs low, its fading light painting the sky in soft pinks and golds. You’re both sitting cross-legged on the roof of Quinn and Jack’s lake house, a quiet escape from everything that feels too loud these days. No one’s mentioned curfews tonight. Maybe because no one cares to.

“Crazy, right? Your Captain and Everything,” You say, Your voice carrying the kind of gentle love for Quinn. “Now We're back here, sitting on a roof like every other summer.”

You glance at Quinn, his eyes fixed on the horizon, the setting sun casting a glow on his face.

He laughs, a low, familiar sound that feels like home. “No, it’s a big deal. Biggest deal of my life. But it’s also... a lot, you know?”

You do know. He doesn’t have to say it—the pressure, the expectations, the headlines. You see it every time his name flashes on the screen during a game, every time someone brings up that goal or that hit.

“What’s it like?” you ask, leaning forward. “Being out there?”

Quinn shrugs, but there’s something vulnerable in his expression. “It’s everything I’ve ever wanted, but… it’s a lot of noise. Coaches, fans, reporters. Everyone’s got an opinion about me. It’s hard to tell who’s really in my corner.”

His honesty catches you off guard. You don’t say anything at first, just lean back on your hands and let the quiet stretch between you.

“Twenty-One questions?” you ask, a playful smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

He smirks. “All right, I’m game. What’s first?”

“Best thing about being captin?”

He chuckles, “Oh, easy. Leading the team, there's a shit load of pressure but…it's an honour to.”

You laugh, the sound breaking through the cold, and his smile softens as he looks at you.

“What’s something you’re scared of?” you say, without thinking.

The question lingers in the air, heavier than you intended, but he doesn’t shy away. “I guess… messing it up,” he admits quietly. “Like, what if I’m not good enough? Not for the league, not for my team. What if I’m just a mistake for a captain, you know?”

You feel a pang in your chest, a mix of empathy and admiration. “You not,” you say firmly. “You’re too good for that.”

Your words seem to land, and Quinn’s eyes meet yours, a flicker of gratitude in them. Then something shifts.

His hand moves closer, just a little, until his fingers brush yours. You glance down, surprised by the warmth of his touch despite the cold air.

“What gave you the nerve to do that?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Quinn grins, small and crooked, the way he always does when he’s about to say something smart. “I’m a Hockey player,” he says. “Gotta take chances when I see them.”

You chuckle, And for a moment, as the sun dips below the horizon and the sky turns a deep, dusky purple, you think he might be right. Some chances are just worth taking.

-

The church bells are ringing, loud and jubilant, their echoes spilling into the crisp Summer air. You stand outside the small stone chapel, the scent of fresh flowers mingling with the faint hint of rain in the breeze. The guests cheer and throw petals, You laugh as Quinn shakes them out of his hair, grinning like he hasn’t stopped since you walked down the aisle.

“How are we Mrs Hughes,” he jokes, brushing the petals off his shoulders.

“You've been saying that since you proposed,” you tease, swatting at his suit.

“What can I say? I like that you're a Hughes now..” His voice softens as he takes your hand, his smile shifting into something quieter. “But this? This is my new favorite thing.”

You feel your cheeks flush, the words settling warmly in your chest. “Stop. You’re gonna make me cry again.”

“Again?” Quinn raises an eyebrow, his expression playful but tender. “Pretty sure I’ve earned a few tears today.”

You roll your eyes but don’t argue. He’s right, of course. From the moment you saw him standing at the altar, hands clasped and eyes locked on yours, you’ve been holding back tears. There’s something about him—this man who calls you his home, who never lets a day pass without reminding you why he chose you—that makes every moment feel profound.

“Ready to get out of here, babe?” Quinn asks, emphasizing the nickname you’ve started using just to fluster him.

“Always.”

The drive to the reception is a blur of laughter and stolen glances. Later, after the toasts and the dancing, when the crowd has thinned and the music has softened, you find yourselves alone on the dance floor. His hands rest on your waist, yours looped around his neck, and for a moment, it feels like the world has melted away.

“I’ll have your back every day,” Quinn says suddenly, his voice low.

The words catch you off guard, even though you already know they’re true. “You always have,” you whisper.

The next morning, you wake up to sunlight streaming through the hotel curtains, tangled together in the sheets. Neither of you moves for a long time, your limbs heavy and comfortable, the weight of the day before sinking in.

“Do we have to get up?” you mumble, your head resting on his chest.

He lets out a contented sigh. “Not unless you want to.”

You smile, knowing there’s nowhere else you’d rather be. “Then let’s stay here. The whole weekend.”

“Deal.”

And as you drift back to sleep, his hand in yours, you realize that this—this feeling of warmth and belonging, of home—isn’t just the start of your marriage. It’s the start of forever.

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Sometimes my dumbass will read a fic and take it personally and i have to remind myself this is all fiction

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Hello… is anyone there… hello… Guys hello? Hello? Hello???

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Family J.H

WC: 516

“How many times do have i say it… they love you already okay? plus i love you” jack says to you, Glancing at you from the drivers seat. “You don’t know that J” you say, staring out the window, your leg bouncing up and down. “…I do know that” jack mutter to himself. “…sorry okay…just really wanna make a good impression on them” you say. “I know baby, i know” jack says softly, his hand rubbing your thigh softly as he turns into the driveway. He parks the car and turns to you. “You ready?” Jack says softly. “No” you say quickly. “yeah too bad” he says with a grin, getting out of the car. You roll your eyes playfully but still smile at little. After running to your side and helping you out he kisses your cheek, before taking your hand and guiding you to the door. Jack doesn’t even bother to knock, he just opens the door and walks in. You hesitate before walking in behind him, squeezing his hand subconsciously. You see a woman Walk over to you and jack with a huge and welcoming smile, immediately recognising Ellen from the pictures you’ve seen. Subconsciously You smile watching Ellen and Jack hug, Seeing your boy so happy. Jack Pulls away with a gentle smile,“Mom, This is Y/n…my girlfriend” Jack says, bringing his arm around your waist to bring you closer to him and his mom. “Lovely to meet you Mrs Hughes” You say with a polite smile. “Oh please dear, call me Ellen” Ellen says as she pulls you into a welcoming hug, a motherly hug that only moms can give. You can’t help the smile that grows on your face, Ellen’s kindness putting your anxiety a little at ease. Ellen gently takes your hand and brings you inside, jack following behind. You enter the living room, With Quinn and Jim playing chess while look scrolls on his phone. “This is Claudia, Jack’s Girlfriend” Ellen says smiling, While you stand there a little awkwardly. Jim stands up, coming over and hugging you and giving you a handle smile. “Nice to meet the girl who Makes Jack so happy” Jim says, making a light blush appear on your cheeks. “Hey” luke says not looking up from his phone before ellen scolds him which makes luke get up and come over. “Nice to meet you” Luke says, offering you either a handshake or a dab up, hard to tell. You just extend your hand, Luke shaking it softly before quinn walks up. Quinn’s older brother sense can immediately feel your anxiety. “You know If you ever need bribing material on jack i’ve got you” quinn says making you smile. “Oo i’ve got some bad photos come see” luke says dragging you over to the couch to show you his phone. You smile as luke shows you the photos, laughing together with him. “…You picked a good one you know? seems her and luke get on well” Jim says quietly as jack watches you with nothing but love in his eyes. “…I know…trust me” Jack says.

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Okay so i did forget about this but it will be up in the next hour!

HIII !! if possible, can you maybe do a small blurb about Jack Hughes bringing his girlfriend to their family lake house, for the first time ever, and he introduces her to his family. She’s extremely nervous, but they immediately welcome her with open arms. THANKS :P

Okay Of course Gorgeous! Don’t worry nonnie it is in the works! <3

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HIII !! if possible, can you maybe do a small blurb about Jack Hughes bringing his girlfriend to their family lake house, for the first time ever, and he introduces her to his family. She’s extremely nervous, but they immediately welcome her with open arms. THANKS :P

Okay Of course Gorgeous! Don’t worry nonnie it is in the works! <3

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Please send in any ideas or anything you want written about and with what players, I love to put your ideas and thoughts into writing!🩷

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Masterlist:

Jack Hughes x F1driver!Reader AU Smau

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20

Quinn Hughes Blurbs and Fics:

Cuddles

Him in Nashville

It’s nice to have a friend by Taylor Swift

Jack Hughes Blurbs:

Family

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Nashville Q.H

WC: 288

The second Quinn answer your facetime call you said “I swear To god If you don’t win the Norris Trophy I’ll steal it and fight someone.” Quinn raising his eyebrows and smiling at your reaction. “Oh please your too short” he teases. “I- How dare you Quinnifier” you say, ready to keep taking but processing what he said. Quinn Grins and your words and playfully rolling his eyes at the stupid nickname. “Anyways Q, how you holding up in the city of minons?” You say just organising some random stuff. “Nashville is fine, and the yellow can be a bit blinding at times” Quinn shrugs. “Yeah My brain plays minion noises when i ever i’m watching a game” You say. “…I- okay” quinn says a little confused. “I bought more candles and books today” you say, your brain changing topics. “More Candles? You have 20 unused ones” Quinn says. “Yeah but sometimes i want the apartment to smell like vanilla and other times lavender” you say like it’s obvious. Quinn sighs and says “Okay well what books did you get?” On your screen you can see him using his hand to move his hair back. “I got Behind the Net, Hockey Romance. King of Sloth, it came out and i’m so fucking excited to read it. The love hypothesis and A million kisses in your lifetime” you say, looking at new additions to your book shelf. “A hockey romance?”Quinn asks. “Yeah booktok convinced me” You say, a little hint of pink on your cheeks from remembering what actually convinced you. “Your dating a hockey player why read a hockey romance book?” Quinn asks you, his eyebrows furrowing. “Cause i can” you say. “Uh huh” Quinn says still confused.

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Cuddles Q.H

WC: 300

Quinn came home after a hard practice session feeling exhausted from all the different exercises and you knew that he would be tired. So as soon as he opened the door of his apartment you wrapped in your arms around him. As the smell of your perfume filled his senses he relaxed immediately, sighing deeply. "Hey, Q, I missed you," you said as you gently squeezed him tighter. Quinn’s fatigue melted away as you embraced him. You two stood there holding each other for a moment before pulling back slightly to lock eyes and share a small kiss. Your embrace broke apart but the connection between them stayed the same as Quinn leads you to the couch, pulling her down on top of him and holding her close against him. Your bodies pressed against each other. You and Quinn were silent for moment as you enjoyed the closeness of each other’s touch, just breathing in and out calmly. Eventually, Quinn spoke up. "I'm so glad to be home," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. You snuggle into his chest, and your head pressed against his heart, and your fingers laced with his. Neither one of you wanted to let go, no matter what. There was just no way of describing the sweetness of the moment, just two souls, one in harmony and peace, together in the same vibration sharing a simple moment. "You are so beautiful," Quinn whispered, his voice breaking as the emotion within him became too overwhelming to contain. The sight of you was like a dream to him. He had a hard time putting the words together as his heart was beating faster and faster just from the sight of her, but he still managed to let the words out. "I love you," he added, then pressed a soft kiss on your lips as proof of what he was saying.

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Okay Since y’all voted on Quinn Fluff That will be out later and I might start on who’s got the second highest and third highest votes which were Luke and Nico

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If you have thoughts about players, send them through. I just-I’m bored. Thots, fluff anything please

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Okay if I were to Write like a fluffy Blurb or Fic who would you guys want it to be about

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F1driver! Reader x Jack hughes pt.20

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astonmartinf1: Y/n L/n has taken personal leave ahead of the Chinese Formula one grand prix. In her place Felipe Drugovich will be racing for her and the personal leave may extend further and the details are limited at this time. We ask that you respect Y/n’s privacy and support Felipe this weekend.

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ynnews: Fans are speculating that Y/n may have taken time off due to her rumoured boyfriend Jack Hughes undergoing Surgery in Colorado. What do you think?

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User1: Oh 10000%

User2: She might be taking a mental break tho

User3: Give her Privacy

User4: She doesn’t deserve him

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Realizing that this was Luke’s car not Jack’s.

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F1driver!Reader x Jack Hughes Pt.19

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logansargent: I made my Y/n debut!

Lukehughes: Oh what the fuck Y/n

Astonmartinf1: Media training is in need

User1: The hughes brothers show

Quinnhughes: We had a deal

yourusername: @ quinnhughes Regarding your face being edited on things yes but it wasn’t

jackhughes: Why do i even bother