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ugh i can’t

June 20, 2019 | The day before the draft Jack Hughes to the media crowd: “Ready?”

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i can’t handle this.

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he’s actually SO ADORABLE but i bet he would’ve been THE MOST rabid baby EVER

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sooo tumblr… why are you showing me 4 notifications and only giving me one? 🙂

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baiiiiiii

i made this last year and it was the funniest thing to me, so here ya go 🫶🫶🫶

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200 FOLLOWERS!

in honor of hitting 200 followers—i’m going to let you guys decide the new theme of my blog! i figured its been needing a change, so you all can send in asks or comment your different ideas! you can send in color scheme ideas, who you want to be the new pfp, a specific vibe, reference pics, or all of the above! plus, anything extra you think of, of course.

i’ll try my best to continue putting out good work for you all! thank you for 200! 🥹

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why did i think he was getting another tattoo 😭

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https://www.tumblr.com/heartsforjh/773801402543816704/that-beckett-blurb-was-so-good-im-doing-backflips?source=share

so there's this blog

cut the cameras… deadass 😭

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this is SO INSANELY GOOD YOU GUYS

I’m a sucker for Angst, so a heaviest of heavy Angst will always do it for me, like I need my insides to feel like it’s being stabbed and overwhelmed with all sort of emotions. Bonus point if it’s long. Hope this isn’t too much to ask for maybe I’m getting too carried away loll Could you do it with Justin Herbert please?

No Strings?

a/n: nonnie you sent this at the perfect time! I've had justin on my schedule for a while, but couldn't figure out what to write for him, so this worked out perfectly! this does not have a happy ending but i might be open to a part two if enough people want it. enjoyyyy :)

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You swore you could handle casual. When you started whatever you had going on with Justin, you swore you were the kind of person who could have a casual relationship, but now you aren’t so sure. When Justin asked you out four months ago, you never would’ve expected to be where you are now. It had all been going so well. The dates had been everything you could’ve asked for and more, and Justin was the perfect gentleman. It all began to go downhill after your third date. You had invited Justin into your apartment when he dropped you off, your intentions clear, and he had followed you inside. You two had been sitting on the couch when things began to get serious, the kiss you were sharing heating up.

Justin pulled away, looking slightly guilty. “I feel like I need to be honest with you about something before this goes any further.”

“Um, yeah, okay,” you were a little confused, but you let him speak.

“Look, because of the job I have, I really can’t do anything serious right now. I know I’ve probably led you on a little bit, but I swear I’ve never had any intentions to hurt you,” he stared at you, looking nervous.

“That’s okay!” you speak up too quickly for your liking. “We don’t have to stop unless that’s what you want. I can do casual.” Surely, you could. It couldn’t be that different from a normal relationship.

“You sure? I don’t wanna overstep if casual isn’t something you’re comfortable with.”

“Yeah, of course. No strings attached. Just having fun.”

As Justin leaned back in, you were thinking that this could definitely work. Justin was great, and this would keep him in your life without overstepping any boundaries. You could do casual.

~~

Turns out, you can’t do casual. You’ve been trying to stay normal, but you realized two days ago that you were falling for Justin, hard. You’d been keeping it to yourself, not wanting to scare him away, but it’s getting more and more difficult. He’s just so sweet, and the things he tends to do for you simply cannot be casual.

Is it casual when he plays with the ends of your hair before you get out of bed in the morning? Is it casual for him, even though he keeps all your favorite snacks at his place for when you have movie nights? If it’s casual, why does he keep a drawer free so you have space to keep a few clothes at his place? If it’s casual, why does he know you better than you know yourself? Why has he gotten you your favorite flowers every two weeks since you went on that first date with him? Why does he know “How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days” is the perfect movie to cheer you up after a long day? If it’s casual for him, why is he acting like he’s in love with you?

Eventually, it had gotten to a point where you couldn’t stand lying to him or yourself anymore. After four months of no strings, you had to talk to him. You finally got the chance one night when he invited you over for a movie night. Before the movie got started, you decided it was time to break the news.

“Justin… I actually think we need to talk,” you wiped your hands on your pants, feeling them already starting to sweat from the nerves.

“Oh! Uh, yeah, sure. What’s up?”

“I just really need to say this, and I know you probably won’t like it, but I need you to listen until I finish,” you pause, waiting for him to nod. “Okay, so, I just feel like we’ve definitely crossed some lines in this arrangement, ya know? Like we both have a drawer at each other’s places. We’re spending the night together, and sometimes, we hang out without even having sex. I just… this isn’t what we originally agreed to,” you were avoiding saying what you were truly feeling.

“So we’ll step back some? I don’t know. That doesn’t seem like something to be worried abou-”

“I caught feelings for you, Justin,” he just stares at you, shocked, “I know we said no feelings, but we’ve just gotten a little too close. We don’t have to stop or anything. I’m a big girl. I can handle-”

“No. No, we should stop,” he cuts you off, and it’s your turn to stare.

“Seriously?”

“We said no strings. I told you I can’t do relationships because of my job. If you have feelings for me, this needs to stop now before it can get worse.”

“Right,” you stood robotically, grabbing your things and walking out of Justin’s house with tears in your eyes. The worst part? He didn’t even try to stop you. Somehow, with one sentence, you ruined something that could’ve been so good for you, that had been so good for you.

~~

Now, it had been three months since that night, and you hadn’t spoken to Justin since. You’ve been going through the motions, just doing a fairly normal routine to make it through your day. You wake up, get dressed, go home, shower, cry while you eat your sorrows away, sleep, and then do it all again the next day. Nothing has felt right since your breakup with Justin, if that’s what you would even call. How can you break up with someone you were never really dating. 

You’ve found your confidence to be much lower recently, too. You couldn’t count the amount of time you’ve wondered where you went wrong. Why did you have to tell him? Why would he not even try? Why didn’t he follow you? Today, you found the answer.

You had decided that a day out would do you some good, so since you had the day off, you got dressed and walked around the city. You were about to go into one of your favorite coffee shops, one that you had brought Justin to many times. As you neared the door, you caught a glimpse of something that shattered your heart in a second. There sat Justin across from some girl you’ve never seen, looking too close to just be friends. You watched as she stood, kissing his cheek before she wandered off to the bathroom. A bright smile made its way onto Justin’s face, a smile you had never managed to bring out of him. With your heart broken all over again, you made your way to a close friend’s place. It was closer than yours, and you knew you didn’t want to be alone right now.

He had told you he couldn’t be in a relationship, but what he really meant was that he couldn’t be in a relationship with you. The questions began to set in again. Were you not pretty enough? Not popular enough? Did he need someone in the same tax bracket as him? Did he really just not like you? Did he think you weren’t good enough for him? Was he lying the entire time, every time he told you how special you were to him

Even with all the questions you had, you knew two things for sure. You were done with Justin Herbert, and you definitely could not do casual.

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@emsdevs always feeding into my jhugh rants 😭

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Like I want Connor to be on a good team and happy but like I’m also a hawks fan (Chicago girlie) and like I love having him in my team😔😔(can they please cut Seth Jones and TJ Brodie and call back up Kevin)

LITERALLY. i’d also like for him to be on a good team but only if it’s on one of MY teams 🔥🔥 i swear Connor would work wonders on Vancouver. the day that boy gets traded i will fall to my knees and cry tears of pure happiness. sorry to say it. 😭

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please i just want someone to rescue connor bedard from this team

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jizzy magic. jack hughes will never let the rangers be happy.

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THAT BECKETT BLURB WAS SO GOOD I'M DOING BACKFLIPS <3

can i request super filthy smut with kirby please

WHICH kirby?! you’re gonna have to elaborate here nonnie 😭 don’t be scaring me like that

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if you ever think i’m insane just know @emsdevs is RIGHT THERE with me 😭

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thank you SM 🫶🫶

buying something they want but won’t buy for themselves

receiving

beckett

heyyy so… idk if this is actually good or not! i wrote it at like 3am yesterday and barely edited it. let’s hope! also random, but i hope Quinnifer is okay. i’m so scared rn. 💔

“Aww, look how cute that is, babe!” you exclaim, flipping the FaceTime camera to show your boyfriend, Beckett, a tiny stuffed duckling perched on a store shelf.

“Get it,” he says, casually.

You shake your head, bringing the camera back to your face with a small laugh. “Nah, it’s a stuffed animal. I don’t need it. It’s more of a want-it situation, you know?”

“Sure, sure,” he nods, pretending to understand. Truthfully, he has no idea what you’re talking about but he doesn’t mind—he loves your rambling.

“What was the next thing I was supposed to be getting for the new apartment again?” you ask, slightly scrunching your face in concentration as you try to remember.

Beckett chuckles at your expression, finding it adorable. “Soap, baby.”

Your eyes widen a little in realization. “Oh, yeah! Soap, that’s what I was getting!”

Beckett stays on FaceTime with you for the rest of your shopping trip, talking with you about random things to keep you company as he sits in his hotel room, wishing hockey wasn’t keeping him from being there.

When you finally return to your new apartment, you feel the weight of the day pressing down on you. Between the errands, the unpacking, and the exhaustion, even getting your key to work feels like a battle. Thankfully, before you can lose said battle, the door swings open, and Beckett meets your gaze with a soft smile.

“Hey, I’ve got it,” he says, stepping aside to let you in. “Don’t worry—it gave me trouble the first couple of times too.”

The deeper into the apartment you go and closer to your bed you get, the harder it is to keep going. You sigh, shoulders slumping, as the day catches up to you all at once.

“Are you okay? What’s the matter, baby?” Beckett asks, stepping in front of you and wrapping his arms around your waist. He pulls you close, letting you lean into him completely.

Another sigh escapes you. “I’m okay. Just… tired. Really tired.”

He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “My poor baby. I’ve got something for you. And after that, we can cuddle—sound good?”

A small, sleepy smile creeps onto your face. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”

He chuckles at the way your cheek is pressed up against his chest. “Come on, we have to move to the table.”

You groan, making no effort to move. Beckett only laughs and tightens his hold on you, carefully walking backward, steadying you as he guides you to the table. “Hey, look, honey.”

You lift your head, and your eyes land on a little pink basket sitting on the table. The exhaustion melts away as soon as you recognize what’s inside.

“The duck from the store!” you gasp, grabbing at the basket.

Beckett grins, watching you dig through the different items that are also in the basket. There’s the stuffed duckling, a throw blanket, a new cup, candy, and other small things that scream “you”.

“Awww Beckett!” you gush, holding up the duck for him to see again.

“I know—I bought it,” he reminds you, rubbing your back as you keep digging through the gifts. “Do you like them, baby?”

“I love them,” you say, clutching the blanket and duck to your chest. Without another word, you head straight to the bedroom, flopping onto the bed with your new treasures.

Beckett follows closely behind, his laughter filling the quiet room. He adjusts you on the bed, before crawling in beside you, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your head.

“I’m sorry you had such a long day,” he says softly, his fingers gently running through your hair.

You nuzzle closer, letting out a content sigh. “It’s okay. I feel better now.”

His smile grows as he pulls the blanket over the both of you. “Yeah? Feeling better?”

You nod with a yawn, tucking your head into his neck. “Mhm. Thanks to you.”

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