#I ALWAYS remember Luke and Jack but never Quinn

[nick-cassidy]

I am aware of the hughes brothers and nico Hischier but somewhere in this timeline I assumed Nico was a hughes brother and Quinn doesn’t exist ! <- trusted hockey fan

[stereoqueen]

good girls - m.rempe

summary: the hughes brothers find out that their little sister isn’t the good girl that they always knew. (based around good girls by 5sos) hughes!sister x matt rempe

Y/n Hughes was always a good girl. She was a straight-A student, a stellar lacrosse player, and a classic overachiever. She felt like she had to, being the youngest and only girl in the Famous Hughes family. Her whole life was academics or sports, with zero time for boys. In high school, her brothers were so happy that they didn’t have to worry about her getting into trouble or being boy-crazy over their friends. She was their perfect angel sister who could do no wrong in their eyes.

But secretly, Y/n (or El) Hughes was not just the angel but had a wild side. When she wasn’t at lacrosse, she was “studying” in the library with her friends, which was code for let me sneak out the back window to be with her secret boyfriend. No one ever caught onto her for years. She had the brains and the beauty — which landed her a full scholarship to NYU.

Now, as a college student, the stress of sneaking out dropped. The pressure of being a Hughes was still there, and upholding the reputation was, too. When she originally met her now boyfriend, they didn’t know of each other, which was refreshing. She was used to being known for her last name, and he was used to being known for his fights.

Matt Rempe proved to be the sweetest guy she had ever met. Him grabbing her coffee order was the best thing to have happened to her. A few dates later, she was his. After almost a year of loving Matt, he wanted to finally meet her brothers.

“C’mon babe, I should meet them by now,” Matt says as he takes another bite of pasta.

“Trust me, I know. But it’s so hard. I can’t just say hey! I have a boyfriend of over a year! Because they will blow up over that and not knowing. THEN they will blow up over the fact that he is not only a 6’7 menace on the ice, but on a rival team,” She tells him as she gets up to get more wine.

“Your parents love me! Your brothers will be mad at first, but hopefully, they will get over it,” he replies as he looks down at his phone.

“Quinn is just Quinn… Luke would turn into scolding Big Bro. Don’t even get me started on what Jack— “ She started to rant as she sat back down but was cut off by a kiss over the table. The kiss wasn’t long, but enough to stop her from rambling.

“Okay. I will wait a little longer,” Matt says softly as she blushes.

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A few months passed and she knew Quinn was coming into New York for a game this week. She knew that this would be the prime opportunity to introduce Matt to one of her brothers. Quinn was the most understanding of her three brothers. He was the one that she could go to with any problem, big or small. He was nicknamed Huggy Bear for a reason. However, she never expected the first time they met each other to be like this.

The Rangers had just whipped the Canucks 5-3 despite Quinn’s best efforts to make things happen. He was tired and was annoyed about the loss, knowing playoffs were around the corner. The exhaustion wore off when he remembered that his sister wanted to meet him for a postgame dinner. Quickly getting dressed, he raced to the meeting spot she told him to meet earlier when he saw her.

She was not alone like he expected. She was kissing a very tall man. The same tall man had just “broken” his ankles earlier, trying to stop him from advancing. The pair didn’t see Quinn approaching, so he played it cool, leaning against the wall away from them. The two were in their own world, talking and hugging about the game when she looked down the hall to see her older brother on the phone.

“Oh my fuck,” she said as Matt turned around to see Quinn leaning against the wall.

“Good girl going for the bad boy? Classic, El-Bell,” Quinn states as he walks towards them.

“So, um, I wanted you to meet him at dinner?” She stated nervously as Matt put his toothpick back in his mouth.

“Oh, you didn’t want me to see you mackin on him in public?” Quinn jokes as Matt stifles and laughs. El hits Matt on the shoulder lovingly.

“Well, you’re early, Q this is—“ She started to say as Quinn stuck out his arm to Matt. “Rempe, pleasure, sorry for breaking your ankles today. Don’t check Twitter,” Quinn says as he shakes his hand, going into his older brother mode.

The boys’ faces are both in neutral facial expressions. Matt had a “I’m a big scary guy” face as Quinn put on his million-dollar death glare.

“Nice to finally meet you. I’ve been begging El for months to let me talk to you guys,” Matt says as they finish shaking hands.

Quinn looks to El, who has a nervous look on her face. He cracks into a smile, “Wait, I’m the first brother you’ve met?” He asks menacingly.

“Yeah, she said you’re the most—“ He started as El quickly cut him off, “Matthew, you finish that sentence and walk to dinner. AND home.” The trio of them laugh as the start walking down hall.

“You’re in for a treat, bud; you looked like you were about to shit your pants about meeting me; the devils’ brothers will make your life a living hell,” Quinn jokes as he slaps Matt on the shoulder as they walk out of the arena.

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The dinner with Q went surprisingly well. He approved almost immediately after seeing how well he treated her. Getting to know Matt brought much context into why his little sister never tried to get Matt to meet the boys. Their parents already knew, Jim fangirling and Ellen being the loving boy mom that she is. She asked Quinn for advice on what to do about Jack and Luke.

Does she wait until the lake? Does she wait until the off-season?

Jack is already hurt for the season, so he’s extra clingy and pissy. Luke is living his best life thriving on the road and didn’t want to throw off that groove.

They decided that there was no good time.

“I vote you just let it happen organically,” Quinn says as he sits on the couch, sharing snacks with Matt. Matt nods, fist-bumping him. “Told ya, sweetheart,” he knowingly says to her, as that was his take on the situation all along (despite the constant pleas to meet them).

“Shut up, Matty, Quinn, you know there is nothing organic about our family!” El says as she walks over, stealing the box of Oreos.

“Okay, then you have some options. Invite Jack and Luke sometime over and have Matt show up, meet them after a game with him like you did me, and pray that Jack doesn’t have a public meltdown or wait until the lakehouse. That’s all I got,” Quinn lays out his ideas as the gears turn in the couple’s heads.

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A few weeks later, El was working on her French homework when Matt let himself in her apartment. He walked in, dropped his stuff off, and immediately flopped beside her on the couch. She was writing a paper about the Three Musketeers while watching it on TV and in French while writing her paper in French.

About 15 minutes and a page later, she turned to him, shutting her laptop off. “Bonjour, mon amour (hi my love),” She said lovingly as Matt pulled her on top of him. He attacked her lovingly with kisses all down her neck as she pulled on his hair. The makeout session turned heated, shirts off, tension building as Matt pulled her in deeper. Disconnecting their lips, he flipped her so she was underneath him on the couch. “I missed you extra today,” He mumbled into her neck as she bucked her hips up into him.

“Care to show me how badly, mon coeur? (my heart)” Her voice was sweet as honey to him in his ear. He groaned at the sound of her French accent, needing her desperately as ever. “Oh angel, you have no idea what you and your French do to me,” Matt groans again as she arches back into him even more. They kiss again deeply as Matt rakes his hands down her body, moving to her sweatpants. His hand delicately diving lower and lower. He can feel how wet she is due to how her body is physically squirming when he hasn’t even touched her. “Matt—“ She started until the booming knock at the door brought them to reality.

The pair stare at each other, matching looks on their faces, surprised. “Um, did you order takeout or something?” Matt asks as El puts a hand over his mouth.

“Open up Sista!” Luke says as he knocks again.

“Go to my room!” She says quickly as Matt not so quietly runs across the living room into her room.

“Anyone home!” Jack says as he knocks, too.

“Yeah! One second!” She tells her brothers as she turns the TV back on, then runs over to fix herself in the mirror near her front door. Frazzled, she opens the door to find her two older brothers standing there with food in their hands.

“Brought your favorite pad thai!” Luke tells her as they walk through the doorway. Her expression changes from frazzled to a soft smile.

“Thanks, Lukey! I really was starving, I have a big French paper to finish.” She tells the pair as they bring the food to the kitchen table.

Jack sets the food down and then kicks off his shoes near the door. He looks down to move his out of the way to see a large pair next to El’s. He returns to the kitchen to see Luke’s shoes still on. Analyzing the rest of the room, he doesn’t find anything else out of the ordinary… or so he thought.

“Sis, I’m going to use your bathroom,” He says as he snoops around the apartment. Luke and El were chatting over last night’s games when Jack returned.

He returned with her 6’7 boyfriend in tow, held by his ear. “Ow Ow Ow,” Matt says as El marches over, grabbing Jack by the ear, leaving him to drop Matt. Luke is cackling at the chain of events.

“What the HELL!” El says as she throws him onto the couch. “That’s what I should be saying! WHAT THE HELL IS MATT REMPE DOING IN YOUR BEDROOM!” Jack booms as he points at the tall ranger.

Matt was now sitting with Luke at the dining room table, opening the takeout boxes together. “You two were the ones to randomly show up!” El retaliates to her older brother as he sits back on the couch, fuming.

“I can’t even. My angel sister, with HIM!” He says angrily as Luke stiffles another laugh. “What are you laughing about over there, Moose?” He continues.

“Our sister is NOT an angel. Devil in disguise more like it,” Luke tells him as Matt laughs. “Got her there, Hughesy,” Matt replies as Jack’s face drops. “El has always been an angel. Straight A’s, never in trouble, no boys, perfect more like,” Jack says as El shakes her head, “Well……”

“I saw El making out with Will Smith a few times during my senior year of high school. I also got Ethan to confess that she kissed him a few times at the lake two summers ago. Quinn told me that she had a boyfriend named Johnny for two years, too, but never told anyone. Every time she was at the library, they were making out in his truck — want me to go on, sister angel?” Luke explains as Jack and Matt’s faces drop. El, annoyed and embarrassed, runs to Luke to slap him across the shoulder (and to run from Jack), “LUKE WARREN!!!”

Jack is now dumbfounded on the couch, not even feeling the rage from before. Flabbergasted by his goodie girlfriend, Matt can’t even think straight as he watches her play fight her “older” brother.

“You kissed Will Smith?” Matt teased as Jack stood up, walking over to his two siblings play fighting, “You did WHAT with WHO?”

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“So what I have learned from this story is that good girls are bad girls that haven’t been caught?” Trevor clarifies as El nods, leaning into Matt’s hold. The newly engaged couple was explaining the story of how all of the brothers found out Matt was dating her, in the classic Hughes fashion — told around the fire at the lakehouse. It had been two years since the rivalry meeting (how Jack labeled it) and a few months since Matt asked El to marry him. “Yep. Never count out the good girls,” Matt says as Jack brings him another beer.

“I now realize that even though my sister isn’t the good girl, she brought home a good guy.” Jack tells the group as he daps up Matt.

“Who would have thought that the man who prays on the rangers downfall is now going to be in-laws with one?” Luke jokes as the group laughs.

“Probably the craziest thing about the relationship honestly,” She tells the group as Luke laughed loudly.

“What now brother?” She asks as Luke stops laughing.

“The craziest thing about this relationship was how calm Q was. I thought I’d be the calmest since I knew before hand!” He says as the brothers freeze.

“What? You knew?” Jack says as Luke shrugs. “I knew she was seeing someone, then Quinn confirmed it,” El whips her head around to see Quinn nosedived into his beer. He looks up to see everyone staring at him.

“Mancini got traded and said that Matt’s girlfriend looked like sis and I just knew. Then at the game when I saw you two it confirmed it and I texted Luke. No biggie,” Quinn states as everyone agrees that it’s fair.

“WHY AM I ALWAYS THE LAST TO KNOW!” Jack huffs, giving a noogie to Luke as he sits back down.

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[theemporium]

a luke blurb where him and his gf don't show much pda but quin and jack accidentally walk in on them making out? i feel like it would be really funny

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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You and Luke were never big on PDA. 

It wasn’t a conscious choice either of you really made. Truth being told, you never really noticed how ‘un-coupley’ the two of you acted until a friend had pointed it out to you somewhere in the first few weeks of college when they were shocked to learn that you and Luke were a couple. 

But it never bothered you. It wasn’t a big surprise considering the evolution of your relationship with Luke was something that changed gradually over time. You had been attached by the hip since day one, each other’s best friend for as long as anyone could remember. You were always together, always found together, would always be together. There was no one in this world that you would consider your bestest friend over Luke Hughes.

It just so happened that somewhere between the years of high school, that friendship evolved into something a little less platonic. But he was still your best friend. He would always be your best friend before he was your boyfriend. Neither of you acted differently after you got together because nothing in the relationship had really changed after the two of you confessed that night, except for the fact you just happened to make out with him as much as you laughed at the stupid jokes he told.

So even though you and Luke had been together as a couple for the better part of six years, you never really acted like one in front of people. 

Which is why Jack and Quinn tended to be so dramatic whenever the two of you did anything remotely coupley. 

“Did you put sunscreen on today?” 

Luke paused, pulling back and slowly blinking his eyes open to look at you with an incredulous look. “Why the hell are you thinking about sunscreen whilst making out with me?” 

“Because your skin feels really warm,” you retorted, unbothered by the way his lip jutted out with a small pout as you poked the reddening skin on his shoulder. The hiss he let out instantly made you snort. “Fucking knew it.”

“You were hogging the bottle,” Luke retorted, smacking your hand away when you tried to poke him again before it returned to its rightful place on your ass. 

“No, you were more focused on putting sunscreen on me to remember yourself,” you corrected with a smile.

“Yeah, well, you whine so much when you’re sunburnt,” Luke huffed, laughing a little when you lightly smacked his chest. “Kidding, babe, love you.” 

“Whatever,” you muttered as you leaned down, pressing your lips against his and letting out a content noise as he squeezed your ass, pulling you further onto his lap before he pushed his tongue into your mouth and—

“OH MY GOD, MY EYES! MY FUCKING EYES!” 

Luke let out a heavy sigh, his head falling against your shoulder as he grumbled under his breath. “Every fucking time.” 

“Gross, guys,” Quinn frowned at the sight of you two on the sunlounger whilst Jack dramatically continued to gag behind him. “So gross.” 

“What happened to the two of you doing a grocery run in the town?” You questioned, making no move to shift off your boyfriend’s lap, though his hands moved to rest on your waist now. 

“We did it and came back already to find you—” Jack paused, placing a hand on his chest as he shuddered. “Defiling the furniture.” 

“Drama queen,” Luke grumbled.

You snorted. “As if you didn’t do much worse three summers ago when I saw you and that girl on the boat—” 

Jack’s eyes widened. “LALALA! SHE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT SHE IS TALKING ABOUT!” 

Quinn whirled around to look at him with narrowed eyes. “What the fuck did you do on the boat?” 

Luke grinned, turning to look at you as his brothers continued to bicker in the background. “It’s kinda hot when you blackmail people.” 

You grinned back. “Yeah?” 

“Mhm.” 

You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth. “Wanna show me how hot? Preferably in a room with a lock so we don’t have to repeat of the other day.” 

Luke scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Quinn should learn to knock. That is not our fault.”

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[missqhughes]

HATE TO WANT YOU | Q. HUGHES43

-> quinn hughes x fem!reader

-> includes: smut with plot, dom!quinn, fingering, unprotected sex, sexual themes, use of y/n, intended lowercase, platonic fem!reader x luke & jack

-> IN WHICH: y/n loves her best friend luke with all her heart, but there’s one person she can’t stand; his brother. she can’t take it anymore; in a confrontation with quinn, he can’t help but drop his facade and give her everything he’s always wanted to.

-> sexxxxyyyy request anon thank you! i too want quinn to hate me and then fuck me senseless. drooling. love it as much as i do! mwah

*fic is not proofread

18+ CONTENT BELOW THE CUT

this wasn’t y/n’s first summer with the hughes brothers.

and it wasn’t her first at the lake house.

ever since they bought it, she’d been there every summer since.

she loved the hughes family, especially her best friend luke. all of them treating her like their own, all except quinn.

and now she stood in the living room, leisurely on her phone, when a rough shoulder shoves past her,

“can you not stand in the middle of hallway? always in the fucking way…” quinn mumbled, ruffling his hair whilst disappearing into the pool room.

y/n scoffed, trying to appear unphased by quinn’s attitude.

quinn had it out for her for so long she couldn’t even remember a time he didn’t act like he hated her. shoving her roughly whenever they all would play together, putting spiders on her body in the summer when he knew she was afraid, and god, all his rude comments galore.

she shook out of her thoughts, making her way to luke’s room, knocking five times to signal to the other that it was them.

“come in!”

she didn’t bother creaking open the door, luke was sitting on his computer playing video games, her flinging herself onto his bed. y/n sighed, causing him to pause his focus and face her,

“what’s wrong? you never just dramatic sigh for nothing.”

she sat up, scrunching her nose before answering, “have you ever noticed… that like… do you think quinn hates me?”

luke gave her a look, “hates you? like genuinely?”

“yes.”

for some corrupt reason in her mind, he started laughing at her question,

“luke! it’s not funny! i’m being serious.”

luke held is stomach, his laughter dying down a bit, “he just treats you like a little sibling that’s all. plus why do you care what quinn thinks? you’ve never brought it up before.”

his words stirred in her brain. sure, she had never mentioned it, but deep down it bothered her and she couldn’t exactly pinpoint why.

because it was just plain rude?

because she couldn’t stand up for herself?

because she found quinn attractive?

thinking about it all made her chest feel weird.

“i don’t care. i mean, i guess i do, i don’t want my best friends brother to hate me for the rest of our lives,” y/n sighs, laying back down on luke’s messy sheets.

he removed his headset and sat next to her, patting her leg affectionately,

“dude you’re fine, i promise he doesn’t hate you, lighten up okay? you’re freaking me out,”

the two giggled softly at his comment, y/n feeling better with luke’s reassurance but not quite. nonetheless, she decided to ignore it.

“sorry, sorry, can’t be mopey here. let’s go down to the dock yeah?”

luke’s smile grew, “race you down there?” he lightly shoved her off his bed, out of his bedroom,

“i’ll beat you to it lukey!”

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y/n did beat luke down to the dock, only to be met with quinn.

and only quinn.

not even picking up his head to look at her, quinn continued to scroll on his phone as y/n laid her towel down.

“y/n.”

“hello quinn.”

the awkward silence sat between them per usual when this sort of thing happened, when they were finally in a weird position of being alone together. y/n put her sunglasses on, feeling quinn’s glare branding her skin every time he looked at her.

in time to save her, luke ran down, towel and speaker in hand.

“damn it!” he huffed, completely out of breath and throwing his things down next to hers in defeat. she giggled, and saw quinn rolling his eyes out of the corner of hers.

quinn cleared his throat, getting up off the chair, “well now that the peace and quiet is gone, i’m going up. see you guys for dinner.” and with that, he disappeared up to the house.

luke waved off his brother, focused on his phone picking a song. y/n watched until she knew quinn was out of sight, then shoved luke hard in the shoulder,

“shit y/n, what the hell was that for?”

“i told you he hates me. he literally just went up as soon as i came down!”

“dude, he went up because he knew we’re gonna play music and you know how he is. seriously what’s up with you? you’re way too bothered by this.”

she rolled her eyes at him, not really being able to exactly articulate why she felt the way she did. at least not to him.

“i told you already i just don’t want him hating me for the rest of our lives,”

“want me to ask?”

y/n’s eyes widened, shoving luke once more, “no! that’s so embarrassing luke don’t,”

he shoved her back, “then YOU ask him, jesus! ask him after dinner or something,”

she laid on her side, facing him with contemplation in her eyes, he shrugged in response, “doesn’t hurt to say somethin,”

“okay fine, but if i’m totally right then i’m blaming you.”

after soaking up the hot summer sun, y/n and luke retreated back into the house. both exhausted, they parted their ways until dinner.

not another body was sighted in the house, and thinking quinn and jack went to the store, she went down to the kitchen to get a drink, restoring the energy the sun brought out of her.

she grabbed a coke from the fridge, hearing footsteps behind her she turned her head around, and there was quinn.

she all of a sudden felt very exposed in front of him her small bikini, especially alone in the kitchen. it’s different on the dock, you’re not supposed to be wearing barely nothing inside.

she turned her head back, hearing quinn let out a long exhale as he slipped past her, likely annoyed by just her simply being in his vicinity. the tension still stood thick between them, and in the discomfort y/n made a break for her room, not looking back.

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she tried to get through dinner as normal, but y/n couldn’t control the bouncing in her leg, the anxiety of asking quinn the dreaded question manifesting through the rest of her body.

after everyone was done, her and luke stood beside each other doing dishes, him giving her a slight nudge when quinn left and settled with jack in the living room.

“so are you gonna say something?” he whispered, barely loud enough for her own ears to pick up,

“yeah i will, just not right now. not when there’s an audience,” she said wiping her hands, waiting for luke to finish up.

“you guys wanna watch a movie?” jack’s voice echoed,

“yeah we’re coming!” luke replied, waving her over to walk with him. they sat on the two available chairs, while jack and quinn occupied the couch.

jack had already picked something out, and even though it had just started, she felt eyes peering at her. y/n continued to look over at luke, who was focused on the screen, thinking it was him. she looked over at jack, who was in the same boat as his younger brother, then eventually landing at quinn.

his jaw ever so slightly squeezed tighter when her eyes met his, wandering his piercing eyes to the tv. she shuffled in the chair, attempting to mend the discomfort she felt.

——————————————————————————

with about an hour left of the movie, jack stretched, yawning as he sat up from the couch, “i’m gonna go to bed, i’m exhausted, night everyone,”

everyone said goodnight back as he left, leaving just the three of them behind.

this time, luke was looking over at y/n, and when her glance met his, she saw him looking at the situation in front of him, seeing the idea formulate in his head.

y/n looked at him with a pleading face, begging for him not to put the pressure on her right then and there, but he ignored,

“you guys can finish the movie without me, i’m lowkey really tired too.”

“luke,” y/n began, slightly weary,

“goodnight,” he said quickly, jogging to his bedroom, as fast and as least suspicious as possible. she fell back in the plush chair gently, avoiding even looking in quinn’s direction.

they sat there, she was sure neither of them were even watching, and decided that it was enough,

“can i ask you something?” she breathed out, feeling like the air from her lungs came with her words.

quinn turned his head to look at her, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, not expecting her to say anything,

“what?”

“why do you not like me?”

the questioned lingered in the air for far longer than she felt okay with. feeling frustrated, she got up, cursing at herself internally for even asking him such a question,

“wait,”

she doesn’t, instead marches straight to her room, not stopping when she hears footsteps behind her.

she gets halfway down the hallway just at the staircase before a gasp leaves y/n’s breath when she feels herself be spun around and pinned onto the wall.

quinn pins her by the hips, eyes staring deep into her own, an unreadable expression on his face.

“you didn’t let me finish.”

“then finish.” she spat back, done with his antics and still embarrassed about leaving her hanging in the living room.

“i was going to say i don’t hate you, before you ran away like a scared little kid.”

she scoffed, not believing a word he said when he just had to throw in an insult in.

“you really expect me to believe that? you’ve done nothing but torn into me since the day we’ve met. i don’t get it, i’ve done nothing to you quinn. nothing.”

he let her words soak into him, taking in all of herself in front of him, admiring it internally.

“it’s not you as a person i hate.” he said, the placement on her hips unwavering,

“so you do hate me,” she kissed her teeth, “then what is it quinn? what do you hate about me that isn’t just me?”

his breathing was hard yet steady, thinking over his next words,

“for one,”

his grip tightened,

“i hate that you’re talking back to me right now,”

y/n’s heart rate picked up,

“i hate how fucking hot you look when you dance around in practically nothing all day,”

his hands moved up slightly,

“i hate how much lukey loves you, how you’re all his and-”

“-luke and i will never be that,” she stopped him, not wanting him, or anyone for that matter, to think her and luke were anything more than friends.

“not what i meant. he gets to spend all this time with you, here there everywhere, and it makes me hate you.”

she felt her heartbeat everywhere in her body, ears hot and arousal seeping through her with his words.

y/n swallowed, “why does that make you hate me?” she whispered, falling into this version of quinn right before her eyes.

“because i hate that i want you, you of all people,” he said lowly, face moving close enough to where their breaths could mingle, crossing territories neither of them have dared to even look at with each other.

“if you don’t like this, tell me. if it’s too much, tell me to stop,” his hands felt around her waist, a different kind of tensions between them now, with only air and opportunity separating them.

“don’t, don’t stop,” she let out, closing her eyes in anticipation for him. and boy, did it come.

quinn’s lips hooked on to hers, primal and eager to explore her mouth. his lips spoke louder than his voice ever could.

y/n’s hands worked their way up from his shirt covered abs to his face, holding it in her hands while he kissed her in a way that told her it wasn’t just her lips he was going to be tasting.

he savored every time his teeth sunk into her plump bottom lip, gently tugging and feeling himself grow harder with the soft noises she let out whenever he did so.

quinn walked them to the couch, and he pulled away to push her down softly, y/n looking at up at him, needy and wanting more. he wasted no time in diving down to kiss her again, his hand finding its way down her shorts.

he smiled devilishly when he was met with a damp spot in her underwear, knowing she was fully soaked underneath,

“already fucking dripping for me huh? m’sure you’ve wanted this,” he mumbled against her lips, feeling her moan on his when he started rubbing her clit through her clothed core.

he pulled away, wanting to see how she looked withering under his teases. y/n’s bottom lip was between her teeth, one of her hands gripping onto quinn’s tshirt,

“mm, quinn, need your hands inside me,”

he knew it too, craving for his fingers to fuck her pussy and make a mess on his hand.

he peeled off her shorts, mouth almost watering seeing her pussy drip through her panties. he moved them to the side, running his ring and middle fingers between her folds before plunging them into her.

y/n covered her mouth, knowing the guttural moan that was going to escape her lips was uncontrollable. her back arched as he curled his fingers, using his thumb to circle her clit at a pace soon to send her over the edge.

her grip on his shirt caused her knuckles to turn white, and he felt her clench around his fingers, close to her release,

“yeah that’s it… cum for me, y/n,”

she panted, legs shaking slightly as the tightness in her stomach loosed, her juices glistening all over his hand as he pumped into her through her high.

quinn brought his hands up to lick his fingers, cleaning her off of them,

“you taste so fucking good, god i need you,”

y/n grabbed the nape of his neck, pulling him in for another kiss, drunken off quinn making her cum so quick.

“fuck me, quinn hughes. fuck me like you hate me.”

those words were enough for him, effortlessly he threw her over his shoulder, grabbing her shorts and carrying her up towards his room, the one place in the house she had never been.

he put her down on his bed, y/n taking in every part of quinn’s room, a sight she had yet to look at.

he was sure as hell neater than luke, little canucks things here and there as well as small things he’s collected over the years. it was cute to her to see the difference in how he acted vs his safe space, even a small teddy bear resting on his dresser.

her mind went back to reality when she heard the door click, quinn turning back to crawl on top of her on his bed.

he slightly pushed her legs apart, y/n hooking them around his waist instinctively, his mouth trailing hot kisses down her jaw and neck.

y/n felt her core growing burning hot, squeezing her legs tight around his waist, desperate for friction on her core.

“you needy huh? turn around.”

y/n obliged, but not before taking off her shirt, whilst facing quinn, seeing his adam’s apple shift when she was left in just a bra and underwear.

she turned around, sticking her ass high in the air for him, quinn admiring her arch pulled her panties down her legs, a bead of arousal following with.

he couldn’t wait any longer, he stripped off all his layers of clothing, pumping his stiff dick leaking with precum before aligning himself with her.

at first he pumped slowly, just to get himself fully inside, but after that he slammed into her, erotic noises emitting from the muffled sheets whilst he fucked her senseless.

quinn groaned at the feeling of y/n around his dick, squeezing it perfectly every time he pounded her in just the right spot.

she gripped his sheets hard, feeling herself come undone underneath him, whimpering into the bed with pleasure.

quinn snaked his around her neck, pulling her up by it and fucking her harder,

“you like it— shit, when i fuck you like this?”

“fuck oh my god, yes quinn, mm,”

he pushed her back into the bed, his thrusts become sloppy and untamed, dick twitching as he let go inside of her, warm release coating the inside of her pussy.

quinn flipped her back over, kissing her cheek before collapsing next to her on the bed, both still buzzing from sex.

“quinn?”

“yeah?” he replied, still trying to catch the rhythm in his lungs,

“i don’t think you hate me anymore,” y/n said, breathlessly laughing as she closed her eyes, also trying to regain herself.

he chuckled softly, handing her clothes back to her before putting on his own.

“as much as i’d like you to stay,” he said, running a hand through his now messed up hair, “you should go back to your room, wouldn’t want lukey having a heart attack seeing you come out of my room in the morning huh?”

she shuddered at just the thought of it, “absolutely not,” she stood up, shaky legs carrying her to his door, quinn right behind,

“but between us, you’ll be back in here tomorrow night.”

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© missqhughes

xoxo, kaia

[writingwithciara]

family game night -quinn hughes-

summary: game night at the lake house. what could go wrong?

word count: 2.6k

pairing: quinn hughes x reader

notes: idk

game nights at the hughes' lake house were mandatory for anyone staying there. they were also known for being the most fun anybody in the group ever had.

but with the good times, come the bad ones and the awkward ones. some friendships are seriously tested when game night begins and if one of the boys brings a girlfriend to a game night, the relationship usually doesn't last much longer than the summer.

and that is why a 'no significant others allowed' rule was implemented for the summers. everyone wanted to protect their respective relationship and refused to subject their significant other to the torture that ensued.

hanging in the family room was a scoreboard that kept track of who had won the most games since the family game night started years ago. and luke hughes was tied for first place with his jack's best friend, y/n.

the youngest hughes had dreamt of claiming the crown on his own but that became impossible when he and y/n got paired together the first night. they went on to win every game that night and decided they would always partner together.

jack used to argue with it, claiming that it was against the rules to be with the same partner year after year. but seeing y/n and luke jump for joy whenever they won, meant more to him than he expected so he dropped the argument after the second year.

so when luke was unavailable for the fourth year, y/n turned to her best friend.

"please jack? you're my best friend and i can't win without you."

"don't you mean you can't win without luke?" jack smiled, knowing it would get on her nerves. but that's what they did. they bickered like brother and sister.

"he's the dumbass who went and broke his arm earlier this week so if you won't be my partner, i'm gonna lose my crown."

"well, it's about time, ain't it princess?"

"jack, i'm serious. will you please be my partner?"

"no can do, sweetheart. already promised trevor i'd play with him this year."

"but i thought this year, you were gonna partner with quinn. and if he's not your partner, then that means-"

"that he's a free agent. why don't you ask him to be your partner?"

"we never talk. i highly doubt we'd be on the same wavelength long enough to retain my crown."

"wouldn't hurt to ask. you both need a partner and you're both good at games." jack shoved some chips in his mouth and snatched the remote back that y/n had taken from him when she entered the living room.

"you were no help, jackass." y/n rolled her eyes and went upstairs to find quinn.

that was the year she and quinn won every game, causing her to take the lead over luke in most wins. she was happy with the outcome and had decided to partner with quinn the following year.

but when she arrived at the lake house for the 5th year, she was shocked to find out that quinn had brought his new girlfriend for the few weeks they'd be on vacation. and that meant that she'd be back with luke for game night. but that didn't bother her. she loved playing games with luke but she was under the impression that she and quinn had a surprisingly good amount of chemistry when it came to game night.

when jack arrived at the house, he went to quinn and started restating the rules.

"i thought we had a rule, quinn. no significant others allowed. remember?"

"i remember. but i also made the rule and therefore, am the one who can lift it. plus, our relationship is strong enough to withstand the torture of game night."

"well then if you're allowed to have your girlfriend here, then i'm going to invite mine." jack pulled out his phone and dialed his girlfriends number.

"i am too." luke did the same, leaving y/n to wonder who her new partner would be.

after everyone arrived, it was officially time to start the game night. since all the boys ended up inviting their girlfriends, y/n was forced to partner with brock. she didn't know much about him and he was fairly new to the group so she was worried about losing. but he turned out to be amazing. they ended up winning 2 of the first 3 games, basically securing her spot at the top of the leaderboard. but when quinn and jack got in an argument about whose relationship was stronger, their version of the newlywed game was announced.

"we don't have to play this, right?" y/n asked while looking up at brock.

"we don't have to. but i'm sure there's a way we could kick their asses in this game." brock smiled.

quinn went to go find the game and each couple started their own conversations.

"if we want to win, i need to know everything about you."

y/n and brock began to share as much information with each other as they could before quinn came back with the board and question cards. he quickly explained the rules and the game began.

after 12 rounds, it was shocking how far ahead y/n and brock were. for not being a couple, they somehow knew more about each other than the real couples did.

when y/n answered another question about brock right, quinn threw the cards down.

"you guys are obviously cheating. there's no way that brock could've known that your favorite meal to eat when you're upset is meatballs covered in nacho cheese with a glass of orange juice. or that you had a crush on danny phantom until you were 14. or that when you're sick, you really enjoy cuddles on the couch while watching coraline on repeat." quinn looked from y/n to his girlfriend. both girls were giving him weird looks. "what?"

"you sound jealous, quinny." his girlfriend marissa narrowed her eyes at him.

"i'm not. i just don't like losing this game. our relationship is strong enough that i don't have to prove it with this stupid game." he grabbed his drink and stood up. "come one, babe. let's go."

he and marissa walked outside while the group dispersed into their own little worlds.

"guess that means we win, huh?" brock looked at y/n as he began cleaning up the game.

"yeah. guess so." she smiled and started helping him. "thanks for helping me retain my crown."

"it was a lot of fun. maybe next year, we can be partners again."

"okay. that sounds like a good idea." y/n looked at the back door and saw quinn and marissa arguing. "so, what do you think was going on with quinn earlier?"

"i'm not sure. he's usually competitive but seeing him blow up over a game as meaningless as that one was very odd. but also kind of interesting." brock followed her gaze and only saw quinn standing outside. "i think he has a thing for you."

"no he doesn't. why would you say that?"

"the way he was upset that we were getting so many questions right."

"he would've gotten mad at anyone who was beating him."

"but he and marissa were in 5th place. he could've gotten upset with trevor, luke or cole. he didn't have to be upset with us. but he chose to get mad at you instead. plus, he rattled off those facts about you like they were common knowledge. face it. he pays attention to you, y/n."

"maybe so. but that doesn't necessarily mean he's into me."

"believe what you want." brock chuckled. "but i can tell when he's into someone."

as brock headed up the stairs & to his room, y/n went out to the back porch to talk to quinn.

"hey. you alright?"

"why brock?"

"pardon me?"

"why did you partner up with brock?"

"because all you assholes broke the 'no significant others' rule and invited your girlfriends to our game night. brock and i are the only single people in the group & game night is mandatory. i was not allowed to sit out." y/n looked at him. "although, since one rule was broken tonight, i probably could've said 'fuck it' & went out for a ride on the lake with brock instead."

"okay. that's fair, i guess." quinn sighed. "but how did he know all that stuff about you? you guys have barely ever talked before."

"i don't know. maybe he just knows things about me."

"it sounds a little creepy to me. i'm thinking you should stay away from him."

"why? he's your friend."

"yeah. but still. better safe than sorry."

"okay, you know what? no. you do not get to break a rule & then try to take over my life like this. if i want to hang with brock, i will. because it's my decision. not yours." y/n sat down in her favorite chair. "ugh. why are you being such an asshole today?"

"i'm just looking out for a friend."

"great excuse." y/n shook her head. "stop trying to run my life, quinn. i don't want you in it."

"you don't want me in your life?" he sounded shocked.

"not if you're gonna run it." y/n looked out towards the boat. "you're not gonna stop, are you?"

"no." he sighed. "i'm sorry but i just can't. not when i'm only looking out for you."

"i appreciate it, quinn. but i'm a big girl who can take care of herself. i don't need you doing it for me."

"i'm sorry."

"if you're really sorry, you'll let me have fun the rest of the time i'm here."

"okay. if you want to have fun, whether it be with brock or by yourself, i will try to stay out of your way."

"thanks, quinn." y/n got up and headed back inside. she had one goal in mind and as she ascended the stairs, quinn's words echoed in her mind. she knew getting involved with a hockey player was risky, but she liked brock. he was a good guy.

she knocked on his door lightly and waited for him to open it.

"hey. how'd it go with quinn?" brock smiled when he opened the door.

"he tried to tell me i should stay away from you. we argued for a minute but he apologized and promised to let me have fun the rest of the time i'm here."

"did you guys talk about him having feelings for you?"

"didn't come up, actually. we talked about you and why he got so upset with the game earlier."

"and what did he say to that?"

"he said he was only trying to look out for me and kind of told me i should stay away from you."

"y/n, he's got a thing for you. why else would he be getting so protective and jealous?"

"brock, i really want that to be true. i like him. i really, really do." y/n stepped into his room. "but he's got a girlfriend. one who's actually in his league. marissa is so pretty & i don't know what to do."

"talk to him like he's your best friend. talk to him as if he were jack. be honest with him."

"it's so hard to be honest with quinn. and believe me, i want to tell him how i feel. i just don't think i can anytime soon."

"you're strong and brave. i'm sure you'll figure it out."

"maybe you're right." y/n sat on the edge of the bed. "i originally came up here to tell you how much fun i had playing games with you tonight." she lied.

"i had a lot of fun too." brock smiled. "for the record, it was cute when you got excited every time we'd win."

"oh." y/n blushed. "thanks. i try."

"you and quinn really need to talk."

"yeah yeah. i know." y/n walked over to the door. "see you in the morning." she walked out slowly and stopped in front of quinn's room. "i'm an idiot. he and marissa are probably in there doing god knows what. i can't talk to him now." she sighed and went to turn away. she was only 3 steps down the hall when she heard his door open.

"y/n? what are you doing out here? and who were you just talking to?" quinn asked.

y/n faced him and walked back to him. "we need to talk."

"what is it about now?"

"before i say anything, where's marissa?"

"probably almost home by now." quinn looked at y/n. "she dumped me just after we went outside and right before you came out to talk to me."

"oh. i'm really sorry, quinn. i know you liked her."

"yeah. i think that was the problem. i liked her, but i wasn't in love with her." he smiled slightly, his gaze never leaving the ground. "kind of hard to find someone else to love these days."

"have you been in love before?"

"um, once. when i was 17." he took the opportunity to look to at her. "i didn't know it at the time though. and just when i finally figured it out, she ended up in a serious relationship."

"oh. that sucks. sorry to hear that. what's she like?"

"she is the most kind and gentle person i have ever met. she puts up with someone as crazy as my brother and she seems to truly love him. don't know if it's platonically or otherwise, but there's definitely love there."

"have you ever told her how you felt?" y/n looked at him. "what if there was a chance she felt the same way?"

"i don't see how she would. i haven't been the nicest to her lately. yet, she's still sticking around."

"does this girl happen to be best friends with jack? and is she at the house right now?"

"yeah. she is." he looked at her. "i'm sorry, y/n. i know that you figured it out. and i really am sorry. perhaps i should've told you back when i was 17."

"so, brock was right? you do have feelings for me?"

"yes. but i'm an idiot and i already know you don't have feelings for me. so, as promise, i'm going to stay out of your way while you have fun this summer. i'm sure brock could help you with that."

"i don't want to have fun with brock. i want to have fun with you, quinn."

"with me? why?"

"because....i love you too, dumbass. how can you not understand that?"

"because, as you so affectionately put it, i'm a dumbass."

"clearly." y/n smiled widely when quinn grabbed her hand. "so, are you gonna kiss me or what?"

without another exchange, quinn pressed his lips to y/n's. no hesitation and all the passion one person could give in one simple kiss.

neither of them heard the door open down the hall. but when they heard brock chuckle, they knew they had to pullaway from each other.

"about time. seriosuly, dude. how could you not know y/n was in love with you too?"

"because he's a dumbass." y/n smiled.

"yeah. but i'm your dumbass now, right?"

"absolutely. and it's going to stay that way, right?"

"oh, you bet it will." he kissed her nose, making her giggle.

"you guys are so perfect for each other, i swear." brock shook his head with a chuckle before retreating back to his room.

"so, you and me, huh? i really like the sound of that." quinn smiled. and intertwined his hand with hers.

"yeah, me too." y/n stood in the hallway admiring quinn like he was going to disappear any second.

they were oblivious to the world going on around them. but they didn't care one bit. they were finally together and that's all that mattered to either of them.

[aleskie]

A THOUSAND MILES SEEMS PRETTY FAR | Quinn Hughes x Reader

SUMMARY: But they have planes and trains and cars. He'd walk to you if he had no other way. aka long distance with quinn.

Word Count: 1k Warnings: none :D pure fluff. no angst, just love. ♫ Listen: Hey There Delilah by Plain White T's ♫

You and Quinn are on your bi-weekly phonecall, catching up on each other’s lives in the strange new reality of being miles apart. He talks about training and games, his neighbors and their quirky antics, the dishes he's trying to cook, and the restaurants he’s found nearby for when his cooking doesn't go as planned. There’s a lightheartedness in his voice as he tells you about getting recognized by fans, but you can hear the fatigue too, the weight of adjusting to a life where so much feels new and foreign.

“Tell me what it’s like over there,” he says, voice warm and familiar.

“Oh, honey,” you say with a laugh, “It’s been a wild few days.”

You update him on all the latest drama from home, from your mutual friends’ lives to the ridiculous gossip circulating on campus. You tell him about your classes, the endless cramming, and how you’re running on caffeine and pure determination. You mention the phone call you had with his mom, how she keeps you updated on his little brothers, Jack and Luke, and their texts to you asking for advice on how to hide things from their parents. 

Quinn chuckles sleepily, clearly entertained by their schemes. He’s already in bed, his face framed by the soft glow of his bedside lamp, while you’re still at your desk, laptop open, notes scattered around you. It’s late for both of you, and you know you’ll both pay for it with early alarms and sleepy eyes tomorrow, but the call feels worth it, like a lifeline between you. It was hard, you’ll admit, with him being in Vancouver and you still in Michigan, but it was better than not having him at all. 

“God, you look beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep. “Your lamp gives you this warm glow—you look like an angel.”

You laugh. “That’s probably just the homesickness talking. You’re either really sleepy or you just miss me. Or both.”

He stifles a yawn, smiling. “I always miss you,” he says, softer this time, the usual joking edge gone. “I never want to be apart from you.”

“Hey.” You lean closer, resting your chin in your hand as if it’ll somehow bring you closer to him. “Just two more years, Quinny. Then I’ll be right there with you.”

He’s silent for a moment, a question hanging in the space between you. Finally, he asks, “Do you wish I hadn’t left?”

You smile, reaching out to the screen as if you could brush his hair back. “I would never do that to you. This is your dream—you’ve wanted this as long as I’ve known you.”

He shifts in bed, tucking himself deeper into the pillows, watching you with that gaze that always made you feel seen, like you were the only one who mattered. The soft sound of your typing fills the quiet, and he’s content to just watch you, taking in the tiny changes in your expression as you work. In moments like this, he wishes he could teleport, even if just for an hour, just to see you, just to touch you. Being drafted to the NHL is everything he’s worked for, and he’d never give it up, but there’s still a quiet ache whenever he remembers you’re not there.

It isn’t the first time he’s asked if you wanted him to stay, and each time you tell him the same thing. You’d never ask that of him, wouldn’t dream of it. And every time, hearing you say those words—knowing you believe them—it reminds him just how much he loves you. It might be the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for him. 

“People say we’re crazy for trying to make this work,” he says, his voice softening. “But I don’t think we are. Is that weird?”

You smile, looking at him through the screen, your eyes full of warmth. “Not weird at all, bub. I feel the same way. They can joke all they want, but we know this is real.”

His gaze softens further, your reassurance the steady anchor he didn’t realize he needed. The corners of his mouth tug into a smile, one that’s vulnerable and hopeful all at once.

“I love you,” he murmurs, his words barely more than a whisper, but somehow carrying a lifetime’s worth of promises. “I promise, when you get here, I’ll take care of you. I’ll give you everything you ever wanted.” Even thick with sleep, his eyes hold a fierce certainty, one that leaves no room for doubt. Maybe it was strange to some, betting so much on a relationship that started in university, but he knows, as surely as he’s known anything, that you’re it for him. He can already see it all so clearly—planning a wedding, finding a home, starting a life together. This is it.

“You already take care of me, Quinny,” you say, the affection in your voice unmistakable. “You’re all I need.”

He chuckles, his exhaustion creeping in with a long yawn. “Flatterer,” he teases, even as his eyes droop a little, his smile growing softer with every passing second.

“Might be time to call it a night,” you say gently, tucking your notebooks away and placing your pens back in their case. “Don’t miss me too much, yeah?”

His smile grows sleepy. “Almost summer,” he mumbles, words slow and relaxed. “I’ll have you all to myself then.” There’s a long pause, one filled with unspoken dreams. “I love you,” he finally says, voice laced with sincerity, each word as warm as a goodnight kiss.

“I love you too,” you reply, feeling the words settle in your heart, grounding you. “Goodnight, Quinn. Sweet dreams.”

“Goodnight.” His voice is soft, eyes fluttering as he murmurs, “I’ll dream of you.”

You smile, your voice tender. “And I’ll dream of you. Let’s meet up again there, alright?”

A sleepy grin spreads across his face, a warmth in his gaze that transcends the screen. “Yeah,” he whispers, his voice filled with a quiet certainty, “Let’s do that.”

You both linger for a moment, unwilling to end the call, sharing a silence so comfortable it feels like being wrapped in each other’s arms. His eyes are on you, tired but happy, and yours on him, both of you letting that last connection sink in before sleep pulls you both under.

“See you soon,” you say softly, a quiet promise in your voice.

“See you in dreams, love.”

[freeabortionslol]

shake it off, babe (a lake house series fic) ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

pairings: cole caufield x reader, mentions of quinn, jack, luke, and trevor (but there's no dialogue with them) summary: reader feels lonely at the annual lake house party, cole steps in to cheer her up, italics means flashback warnings!! mentions of alcohol, mentions of weed, cursing a/n: here's a lake house blurb for all you Cole lovers!! this was a request by an anon :) I love the suggestions so keep em coming!

wc: 2.4k lake house series masterlist

The volume of chatter and music ran high through the lake house, your eyes saddening with every beat of the drum. You sat on the couch, swirling your drink in your hand as you stared at the wall. Jack and Luke were somewhere in the house talking to various women, Trevor was far too drunk to function, and Quinn had to fly home to Vancouver for some emergency with his apartment. You were left sitting alone, missing Quinn more than ever. You pulled out your phone, already beginning to type out a message. 

You: miss ya lots

You sighed, placing your phone back in your lap and taking another sip of your drink. You sank back into your seat, your eyes scanning the room for anyone to talk to, but you didn’t recognize most of the people in the house. It was one of those weird weeks out of the summer where all your girlfriends were busy and couldn’t carve out the time to come to Michigan, so you were left with no one. You could get up and talk to the girls that the guys had invited, but you knew they were only here for whichever player invited them. You’d seen this film before; you walk up to a girl, start talking about something unrelated to hockey, and the conversation always flips to them trying to get you to set them up with one of the guys. Your girlfriends never did that, knowing how truly annoying your little band of hockey players could be at times.  

“Hey, you okay?” Cole asked loudly, planting himself down in the seat next to you. You jolted a bit as you were knocked from your daze, your gaze softening at the sight of Cole.

You nodded your head, gracing him with a half smile. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

Cole’s eyes narrowed, gently biting his lip as he stared you down. “I know what ‘fine’ means, and it definitely doesn’t mean you’re okay.” 

You sighed, sinking deeper into the couch, feeling the weight of your thoughts pressing on you. "It's just...I miss my friends. My girlfriends," you admitted, your voice quieter than you intended. "It’s weird, you know? Jack, Luke, and Trevor are off doing god knows what, Quinn left, and I'm just sitting here alone." 

Cole's expression softened as he turned toward you, his body language more relaxed. "I get it," he said quietly. "Jack’s always off trying to find his next conquest and Trevor-" He took a moment before continuing. "Trevor’s just over there being a fucking idiot." You let out a soft laugh, glancing over towards Trevor in the kitchen. He was shirtless, wearing a cowboy hat as he wrapped an arm around Jamie Drysdale, almost slipping on the linoleum. 

“Yeah,” You said quietly, taking another sip of your drink. “He’s ridiculous.” Silence draped over the two of you as you returned your gaze to the wall, fiddling with the drink in your hand. Cole let out a soft sigh, taking a look at your sad eyes before sinking in the couch next to you, knees touching slightly. He took a sip of his beer letting his eyes scan the room as the two of you sat in silence. He caught sight of a particular guy, one he’d seen hanging around Luke at various parties like this. The guy wasn’t much taller than Cole, maybe an inch or two, he had blonde hair that was covered by his Michigan baseball cap. Cole had met him a couple times, though it wasn’t enough to remember his name. He remembered the guy being an absolute dick, your typical pretentious hockey play-boy. The guy’s drunk stare was centered on you as you sat there with sad eyes and a pouty lip, clearly upset about something. Cole noticed immediately, his soft gaze turning into a more aggressive stare. Casually, he placed an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer into his side. Almost immediately, you leaned your head on his shoulder, assuming Cole was just trying to comfort you from the weight of the night. Cole’s arm around you felt warm and comforting, a subtle distraction from the heaviness in your chest. You breathed in, trying to steady yourself, but the thought of Quinn still lingered. You tried not to let it show, but Cole could sense it. You let out a long sigh, your gaze flicking across the room again, this time landing on the guy with the blonde hair in the baseball cap. He was still staring, his gaze lingering too long for comfort. Your stomach twisted, the feeling of being watched settling over you. You ignored it as best as possible, lifting your head from Cole’s shoulder to look him in the eyes. 

“You wouldn’t rather be talking to all these pretty girl’s instead of slumming it with my sad ass?” You asked, your voice quiet. 

Cole’s brows furrowed as he shook his head. “Nah,” He said, taking another sip of his beer. “Not when I've got the prettiest girl in the room sitting next to me.” You smiled softly, bumping your head against his shoulder before taking it off again. You let out a sigh, picking your phone back up to check for new messages.

quinnifer: Miss you too 🩷 don’t have too much fun without me

You simply turned your phone off and set it back down, not wanting to continue sulking. 

“Hey,” Cole said, tapping your shoulder lightly. You whipped your head to him, seeing that he was looking elsewhere in the room. “Girl in the white top, blue shorts.” He pointed to a girl on the far end of the room. She was sitting in one of the rocking chairs, both of her legs over each arm of the chair as she slouched, looking at her phone. 

You let out a soft giggle, now looking at her as well. “Holy shit. That can’t be comfortable.” Cole laughed along, feeling the vibrations of his chest rising and falling against your skin. 

“‘Have you ever tried this one?’” You and Cole said in unison, quoting the song ‘Juno’ by Sabrina Carpenter, like your brains were intertwined. You both whipped your heads to each other, mouths wide open as you realized you had the same thought. You both doubled over laughing on the couch, trying your best to catch your breath. Cole’s loud, hearted laugh echoed through the living room as you gripped your stomach, tears falling from your eyes. Once the laughter finally began to die down, you wiped your eyes and leaned back into the couch, still smiling. Cole took a deep breath, calming himself, but his grin was still wide, his eyes twinkling with amusement. 

“Man, you’re way too much fun to be sitting around here looking all mopey,” he teased, nudging you with his shoulder. 

You chuckled, shaking your head. “You always know how to boost my ego, Cole.” 

Cole let out a soft laugh, returning his arm around your shoulders. “That’s my job.” You held up your drink in cheers before leaning back into his touch. “When we finally get married-”

“And, you ruined it.” You interrupted, taking another sip from your drink. Cole groaned in mock offense, letting out a slight snort. 

"Come on, I was getting there!" Cole grumbled, feigning disappointment as he dramatically slouched back against the couch. "You can’t just cut me off mid-proposal, that’s rude." 

You couldn't help but laugh again, your heart feeling a little lighter despite everything. "Oh, was that supposed to be a proposal? Sorry, I didn’t realize I was supposed to say yes." 

Cole’s eyes widened, his mouth dropping open in exaggerated shock. "You’re breaking my heart here!" he said dramatically, clutching his chest as if you’d just delivered the worst news of his life. "I’m offering you a lifetime of terrible jokes, unsolicited advice, and questionable dance moves, and this is how you repay me?" You laughed again, the feeling of being surrounded by laughter and easy camaraderie easing the knot in your stomach, even if only for a little while. There was something about Cole’s effortless ability to make light of a situation that always made everything feel less serious. In that moment, you realized that maybe this night wasn’t all bad. It wasn’t the same as being with Quinn or Jack, but there was something comforting about having a friend like Cole, someone who could always make you smile when you needed it most. Just as you were relaxing into your spot, taking another sip from your drink, ‘Shake It Off’ by Taylor Swift came over the speakers. 

Cole’s head whipped over to you in a second, his eyes wide as his smile grew. “Oh shit!” He exclaimed.

You giggled, shaking your head at him. “Nuh uh. No way, Caufield.” 

“What? Why?” He groaned. “It’s our song!” You scoffed playfully, your giggles intensifying. 

Two years earlier…

You and Cole sat outside on the back porch, the wind blowing fresh summer air against your cheeks. The whole group had already gone inside after a smoke session. Everyone was sleepy, wanted to pass out as soon as possible, but you and Cole were always the late nighters. Cole was known to be effortlessly funny- the kind of funny that had you lying on the floor almost wetting yourself. You stuck by his side that summer more than you cared to admit, the tension from arguments from Jack causing you to drift away a bit. You and Cole just sat together, talking about random things in the midst of your loopy states. 

“Okay, Okay,” Cole started, brushing off his giggles. “What’s your best party trick?”

You wiped tears from your eyes, something that occurred almost every time Cole opened his mouth. “I don’t have one.”

Cole tilted his head, widening his eyes. “No way. You’re too cool to not have a party trick.” 

You laughed slightly, leaning back in your adirondack chair. “It’s true!” You exclaimed. “Never saw a reason to have one.” 

Cole scoffed, leaning his head against his hand. “Well, I don’t have one either.”

You whipped your head over to him, a stoned thought hitting you like a lightbulb. “We should come up with one.”

“Come up with a party trick?” He asked.

“Yes!” You said loudly. “But like…one that’s together. Something we can only do if both of us are there.” 

Cole sat up, his brows furrowing. “Hm…like what?” You pointed your gaze down at your hands, trying to think. Cole did the same, looking out at the lake as ideas swarmed his mind. “Like a choreographed dance?” 

You turned your head to him slowly, a bright smile on your face. “Exactly.” You whispered.

The two of you spent the entirety of that night strategically choreographing dance moves to Shake It Off. Most of the turns ended in you falling straight into Cole’s arms, stumbling and laughing as he pushed you back up on your feet. By the time the clock hit 5am you and Cole had a brand new party trick that you were both extremely proud of. 

“C’mon, babe!” He groaned, sitting closer to the edge of his seat. “It’s why we created this amazing dance.” He stood up in front of you, placing his beer on the coffee table before extending his hand out to you. “Will this beautiful, stunning, gorgeous, smokin’ hot lady please join me for a dance?”

You smacked your lips, a smile cracking slightly. “Well when you ask me like that, how am I supposed to say no?” A wide grin wiped across Cole’s face as you took his hand, standing up along with him. As you stood, you could feel the playful tension between the two of you, like something was about to unfold. Cole's energy was contagious, his grin impossibly wide as he pulled you gently towards the center of the living room. You could hear the music in the background, the familiar beat of ‘Shake It Off’ starting to fill the space around you. 

"Alright, here’s the deal," Cole said, his voice low and dramatic. "We’ve been practicing this for two years, and if we don’t do it now, it’s gonna be a waste of all that hard work." You laughed, shaking your head as you took your position, mirroring his moves from the countless rehearsals that now felt like a lifetime ago. The excitement in his eyes told you that he was all in, and you couldn’t help but feel the same. Cole threw his hands up in exaggerated excitement. "Let’s go!" The music kicked in, and without missing a beat, you both started the routine. Every move perfectly timed, every spin and shimmy choreographed with surprising precision. You fell into each other’s rhythm effortlessly, recalling the late summer nights spent perfecting this ridiculous but strangely satisfying routine. You twirled, and Cole caught you in his arms, just as he had done countless times before. You both laughed, the entire world outside the living room blurring into the background as you and Cole reveled in the moment. The laughter and joy from your past drifted through the air, only making the experience feel more surreal. As the song’s chorus hit, you both pulled off the final spin and ended it with an exaggerated bow, panting from the fun but smiling like fools. The living room went silent for a brief moment before you both burst out laughing, unable to contain yourselves. 

Cole wiped his forehead, pretending to be out of breath. "See? Told you we were the best." 

You doubled over in laughter, clutching your stomach. "I can’t believe we’re doing this in front of a party of strangers," you gasped between giggles. 

But Cole didn’t care. His grin never faltered as he threw his arm around you, pulling you into his side. "Who cares? We’re having the time of our lives, and everyone else can catch up. You’re welcome, world." 

You shook your head, still laughing. "I swear, Cole, you’re the only person who can convince me to do something so ridiculous and make me actually enjoy it." 

He shrugged nonchalantly, clearly proud of his success. "What can I say? It’s a gift." 

As you both settled back onto the couch, the energy of the moment still buzzing between you, you felt lighter than you had in hours. With Cole by your side, even the heavy moments felt a little easier to carry. 

[withwritersblock]

Feels Like Part 1

~Feels Like by Gracie Abrams~ Author's Note: no Nico yet :) Summary: Katherine shows up on Jack and Luke's doorstep out of no where Warnings: cheating Word count: 2,159 Masterlist

She stood outside of the apartment, a suitcase with only half of her clothes in it. She had tears streaming down her cheeks. She’s probably been crying for twenty-six hours straight. She had nowhere else to go, in the States at least. Reluctantly, she raised her shaky hand up and knocked.

Her days have gotten mixed up after what seemed like days of arguing and countless missed sunsets and sunrises. Her only plan was to hope that her brothers were home. Everything in her life was upside down, she needed some sense of familiarity.

After a few seconds, the door was pulled open to reveal a very sleepy little brother of hers. He was squinted harshly as he shook his head as he stared towards his only sister. A sob left her lips as she looked up towards him. The confusion faded as he stepped aside, letting her inside of the apartment.

The second she stepped foot into the apartment, Luke pushed the door shut and instantly wrapped his arms around her. She sobbed against his chest as he seemed to squeeze her tighter against his chest.

“Who’s at the–Katie?” Jack let out as he jogged towards Luke and Katherine. She slipped away from Luke and instantly was embraced by her other little brother Jack. He held her tightly to his chest. “What’s–going on?” he mouthed towards Luke. He shook his head as he shoved his hand into his hoodie pocket. 

Jack raised his hand up and held it to his ear, “Call Quinn,” he mouthed towards Luke. He nodded as he wandered out of the living room area towards his room. 

She pulled back away from Jack, raising her hands up towards her cheeks. “I’m sorry, I should’ve called,” she let out another sob. 

He shook his head, pulling her towards him again. He held her against his chest as she wrapped her arms around the center of his back. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” he mumbled against her hair, “What’s happening?” he asked softly.

She took a shaky breath, “He was cheating on me,” she mumbled against his chest. His body straightened, “Got another girl–” she trailed off as another sob fell from her lips. Jack quite literally let out a gasp as he squeezed her tighter against him.

Katherine and her now ex-boyfriend had been together since they were fifteen. They went to college together at University of Michigan and they moved to North Carolina together. For as long as Jack could remember it was always Katherine and Trent. It was always the both of them; seemingly madly in love.

It never would’ve crossed his mind that Trent would do something like that to her. Jack always suspected that they were going to get married one day and live happily ever after. But now all he wanted to do was kill him. He wanted to kill him for ever hurting his sister.

“I’m so sorry,” he mumbled as he stroked her hair. “You can stay here as long as you need,” he muttered into her hair. She hummed as she pulled back. Looking into her eyes. “Luke and I can rotate on the couch,” he explained. She shook her head while rolling her eyes playfully.

“I can sleep on the couch, Jacky, I’ll be fine,” she mumbled, her voice hoarse. He began to protest, “Jack, please,” she mumbled. 

He nodded slowly, looking over her features. He glanced down to his watch. “Why don’t you go take a shower? I’m already done with mine, you can use my bathroom.” he offered as he ran his hand along her arm. 

“Yeah, okay,” she mumbled as she brushed her hair away from her cheek. 

“Do you want to go to the game tonight?” Jack asked as he glanced behind him to see Luke still on the phone with Quinn.

“I am not in the mood, Jack,” she shook her head slowly. Jack nodded as he dropped his hand from her arm.

“Okay, Sis, my bathroom s’through there,” he pointed towards the other hallway. She nodded as she took a hold of her suitcase and rolled it behind her. 

Quickly, Jack spun on his heels and darted towards Luke. Jack watched Luke pull the phone from his ear. Jack reached towards it and took a hold of Luke’s phone. He brought it towards his own ear. 

“You’re not going to fucking believe this bullshit,” Jack whispered loudly into the phone. Luke’s eyes widened as he stared towards Jack expectedly. “Trent fucking cheated on her and got this other girl pregnant,” he explained. Luke gasped as he brought his hand up towards his mouth.

“No fucking way dude,” Quinn said on his line of the phone, a scoff leaving his lips. 

“I’m serious,” Jack said while shaking his head, “It’s bad,” he mumbled looking into Luke’s gaze. 

“We can set her up in my room, I’ll sleep on the couch,” Luke offered.

“I already tried that, she just wants to sleep on the couch,” Jack said while shaking his head. “I even said we could take turns but she refused,” Jack mumbled. 

Quinn felt helpless. It was his twin sister and he couldn’t do anything to help her. He was across the country and he couldn’t do a damn thing. “I’ve gotta head to the rink–fuck–I’ll call after the game. Do mom and dad know?” he asked as it sounded like he was out of breath. 

“I don’t know,” Jack said while letting out a deep breath. “We’ll call later,” he said as he hung up the phone. He shoved it into his pocket quickly. Looking down the hall, he was half expecting to see Katherine but she was in the bathroom. “Grab every fucking spare blanket we have and make that pull out couch perfect for her,” he said while pointing towards the couch. 

Luke nodded instantly as he darted towards his room. 

~~~

Her back was pressed against an overwhelming amount of pillows. Her gaze was staring towards her phone, scrolling through TikTok with the Canucks intermission report playing in the background. Her body straightened as she heard the door start to be unlocked. She could hear her youngest brother laugh outside of the door.

Swallowing harshly, she dropped her phone beside her as she saw Jack push open the door. “Hey Katie, you doin’ okay?” Jack asked as he stepped inside of the apartment. She met Jack’s gaze and nodded, taking note of his damp hair. Luke was behind him, staring down at his phone. 

“Oh sick, you have the game on,” Luke mumbled to himself, jogging past Jack and towards the couch. He plopped down onto the pull out couch, pulling one of the three blankets onto his lap. Katherine rolled her eyes playfully while looking down towards Luke laying beside her. 

Teasingly, she tapped her hand against his damp curls. “I’m okay,” she offered towards Jack. He nodded as he walked towards the fridge. “I’ve missed you boys a lot,” she offered. Luke looked up towards her, putting on a tight lip smile.

“We’ve missed you more,” Luke said softly while shutting his eyes, “What’s the score?” He quickly changed the subject towards the TV. 

“3-1, they’re walking circles around the Ducks,” she explained. Jack barked out a laugh as he carried over three plastic water bottles towards the makeshift bed. 

“Course they are,” Jack teased as he flopped down on the other side of her. Carefully he handed her two of the bottles as she handed Luke one of them. “Have you talked to Mom and Dad yet?” Jack pressed while glancing towards the TV.

“Dad called me earlier but I didn’t answer.” she explained while keeping her head low. 

“You have to talk to them eventually,” Luke mumbled. She rolled her eyes as she forced her gaze back towards the TV. The screen was showing Quinn as he was skating around on the ice. A small pout fell to her lips. 

“I don’t want them to worry,” she muttered. 

“We’re worried, Katie,” Jack expressed while leaning his head against his older sister’s shoulder. “You haven’t said more than like a sentence about it,” 

She tilted her head against Jack while her bottom lip began to quiver. “There’s nothing left to say,”

“At least tell Mom and Dad,” Luke expressed while tapping his hand against her shoulder. She took a deep shaky breath while tilting her head from one side to the other. She didn’t say anything while she pushed herself up from the couch, purposely tossing the blanket onto Luke’s lap.

She pulled her phone from her pocket, staring towards her phone screen she still has yet to change. It was an older photo of her and Trent, during one of Quinn’s UMich games. A sigh fell from her lips as she wandered towards Jack’s bedroom that gave her some privacy.

Her eyes began to burn while walking into Jack’s room. Slowly, she searched for her mom’s contact. 

Katherine hated the idea of starting over. She spent her entire life with one person. One plan, his plan, and she was successful. She was making great money and living what she thought was happily. There was nothing worse in her mind than starting over and sleeping on her younger brothers’ couch. 

She brought her phone towards her ear, hearing the loud rings against her ear. Pacing back and forth, it only rang for a few seconds before her mom picked up. “Hey honey, Dad tried to call you earlier,” her mother said quietly. The echo of the TV was in the background, Quinn’s game was definitely playing in the background. 

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” she muttered, her voice cracking as she spoke. A sniffle fell from her lips. Tilting her head back to try and get the tears to remain in her eyes.

“Are you crying, what’s wrong?” Ellen asked urgently. 

“No,” she muttered while sniffling. She rested her hand onto her hip while she took another deep breath, “Trent cheated on me and we broke up,” she explained. The words felt strange leaving her lips, like it’s not meant to be a sentence. Her mother let out a gasp. She could hear her mother restating the words to her father. 

A tear fell onto her cheek, hearing the echoes from her mother. How could this be the truth? “Are you still at the apartment?” her mom asked urgently.

“I’m actually with Jack and Lukey,” she explained as she began to pace back and forth once again. 

“I’m so sorry, honey, at least you’re out of the house. The boys treating you okay?” she asked. It was evident that her mother was holding back tears. Her mom was always good at doing her best and remaining calm for her kids.

“More than okay, they’re great hosts,” she said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. 

“I’m glad you’re with them, are you planning on staying there for a while?” her mom asked while Katherine turned her head around, looking down the hallway. She saw a glimpse of Luke walking towards the kitchen. 

Swallowing harshly, “I don’t know, I’m just trying to process I guess,” she explained while shaking her head again. A sob climbed up in her throat while she brushed her hair away from her face.

“I’m sure they won’t mind at all,” Ellen expressed.

They spoke for a few minutes longer, her parents trying to ask for details but it was difficult for them to come out. Explaining what happened, why it happened. As if it was her fault. Although, she knew it wasn’t. It couldn’t have been her fault, she was loyal. Maybe loyal and loving to a fault. 

She stayed silent on the phone, another tear falling onto her cheek as she looked down the hallway. She saw Jack poking his head into the hallway. Their eyes met and his eyes widened as if he was caught sneaking a look. A tight lip smile formed to her lips as she looked over towards Jack. 

Dropping her head, she sniffled again. “I’m gonna go back and watch the game with the boys,” she expressed. “I love you guys,” she offered.

“We love you too, it’ll be okay, Katie,” her mom offered. A sigh fell from her lips as she pulled the phone away from her ear. A sob fell from her lips as she shoved her phone back into her pocket. 

Reluctantly, she began walking down the hall back towards the living room. Her lips quivered as she stopped trying to stop the tears falling onto her cheek. It seemed like it was needed, she needed to let it out. Luke jolted up from the couch, jogging towards her and immediately wrapping his arms around her.

“It’s okay, Katie,” he whispered into her ear. Quickly, Jack followed in pursuit and wrapped his arms around his sister too. She squinted her eyes shut as she felt her body relax with her younger brothers’ embrace. “We’ve got you,”

[iheartlnfour]

always been you | lh43

pairing: luke hughes x fem!reader

summary: just friends who finally stop being in denial

warnings: use of y/n, kissing, fluffy romance, not proofread.

a/n: my first real post on tumblrrrr yayyy !! hope u like it <3

ꫂ ၴႅၴ

i don’t remember a time in my life without luke hughes.

some of my earliest memories are of him—messy-haired and wild, running through the backyard, grass stains on his knees, hand wrapped tightly around mine as we chased fireflies in the summer heat. he was always there. through every scraped knee, every school project, every hockey game where i cheered too loudly in the stands.

and somewhere along the way, he became more than just luke.

but i never let myself think about it too much.

because he was my best friend first. and you don’t fall in love with your best friend. even if maybe, just maybe, you already have.

ꫂ ၴႅၴ

“you’re late,” luke grumbled as i slid into the passenger seat of his car.

i rolled my eyes, shoving his arm playfully. “relax. you’re not gonna be late to practice.”

luke sighed dramatically, putting the car in drive. “that’s not the point. you’re always late.”

i grinned. “yeah? and you always wait for me anyway.”

he didn’t respond.

instead, he just drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, eyes focused on the road. he had that look again—the one where he wanted to say something but wouldn’t.

i knew luke like the back of my hand, but sometimes, he was impossible to read.

and right now? he was a locked book.

“spit it out,” i finally said.

luke blinked. “what?”

“you’re thinking about something.”

“i’m always thinking about something.”

i shot him a look. “luke.”

he let out a breath, shaking his head. “it’s nothing.”

i didn’t believe him, but i let it go.

for now.

ꫂ ၴႅၴ

jack and quinn have always been like my older brothers. they were just as much a part of my life as luke was—teasing me, protecting me, making fun of me every chance they got.

so, when jack pulled me aside after dinner one night, his expression unusually serious, i knew something was up.

“what’s going on?” i asked.

jack hesitated. “you and luke.” i frowned. “what about us?”

jack gave me a look. “come on, y/n.”

i crossed my arms, shifting uncomfortably. “there is no me and luke.”

jack scoffed. “yeah, okay. tell that to him.”

my stomach twisted. “jack…”

“you really don’t see it, do you?” jack asked, shaking his head. “he’s been in love with you since we were kids.”

my breath caught in my throat. that wasn’t true. it couldn’t be.

luke was my best friend.

if he felt that way… i would know. right?

but then, flashes of him filled my mind. the way his hand always found mine in a crowded room. the way he looked at me when he thought i wasn’t paying attention. the way he held on just a second too long whenever we hugged.

maybe jack was right. maybe i just didn’t want to see it.

ꫂ ၴႅၴ

a few nights later, i found luke sitting alone on the dock behind his house, staring at the lake.

i sat beside him, nudging his shoulder. “penny for your thoughts?”

luke huffed out a laugh, but it wasn’t his usual one. it was softer. more hesitant.

“you ever feel like… something’s right in front of you, but you’re too scared to reach for it?” he asked.

i swallowed. “yeah.”

luke turned to me then, his blue eyes searching mine. “jack talked to you.”

it wasn’t a question.

i nodded.

he let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “of course, he did.”

“luke…”

he didn’t let me finish.

instead, he reached for my hand—something he had done a million times before, but this time, it felt different. more.

“i’ve loved you for as long as i can remember,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “and i know you might not feel the same, but i can’t keep pretending i don’t.”

my heart pounded against my ribs.

because i did feel the same. i always had.

so, instead of answering, i did the only thing that made sense.

i kissed him and it felt like coming home.

[sweetestcaptainhughes]

Moments in Time - Quinn Hughes Edition

Word Count - 2300

Summary - The eight times Quinn Hughes showed his love through the ring camera that he didn’t even want in the first place.

Warnings - none pure fluff I know a true shocker if you aren't new here

Author's Note: Hello everyone as always thank you for reading. This is apart of a "Moments in Time" series that I wrote eight moments each of the Hughes brothers. The fics are individual stand alone pieces, they can be read in any order, or you could only read the one brother you want.

Jack Hughes Edition. Luke Hughes Edition.

I have to give credit to my girl Kay @icebound-imagination for not only helping come up with the original idea! But literally stayed up late one night to help me detail plan all three Hughes brothers fics because I didn't want any repeated ideas. Kay also wrote some of the concepts and hers are noted as "Kendra's Version."

Main Masterlist

When you mentioned to Quinn the first time that you wanted to get a ring doorbell he gave you that famous “what the fuck” Quinn Hughes look. But then when you told him about how you really just wanted it in Vancouver because of how much time you spent completely alone in the apartment. To this day, you swear you’ve never heard Quinn agree to anything so fast. Truthfully you just wanted to watch your neighbor’s new puppy growth. But you knew that if there is anyone who hates you having to be completely alone for so long with no family around it’s Quinn. So really it was best of both worlds, Quinn felt more at ease with the ring camera and you got to watch the next door neighbor be ridiculously cute everyday on the way to their walks. 

 Early Morning Goodbyes

Quinn had to leave early many times throughout the season. Although he always kissed you goodbye on the cheek, because you were still deep in sleep you both knew you wouldn’t remember it. Learning this after the first time he did kiss you goodbye before leaving for a roadie and you didn’t remember it at all. To say you were mad at Quinn for not saying goodbye, you gave him the silent treatment for two whole days, only to discover you were the one in the wrong. 

So the next time he had to leave home early due to an early flight for a roadie or hell, even an early morning skate. Of course he still kissed your cheek and whispered his goodbyes. But he started saying bye on the ring because he knew that way you’d see it when you were actually a functionable human being to society and would remember it. 

2. Getting a notification

The main reason that Quinn agreed to getting a ring was because of how you said that you would feel safer when he was on long roadies. The first time that you came home from work and he was on a roadie, he was waiting for the notification to come on his phone. As soon as it popped up he clicked on it quickly, ignoring his teammates and the movie they had playing in the background. “Hi baby.” he said softly he didn’t wanna startle you. After a long day all you wanted to do was crawl into bed, “hi Quinny” immediately hearing his voice and feeling better. 

“What are you doing? Aren’t you supposed to be doing some team bonding?” Resting your forehead against your doorbell but looking directly at the camera.

“Oh I am Barbie is playing right now it was Brock’s turn to pick.” A soft laugh leaves both your lips at Quinn’s comment, your laugh continues when you hear Brock in the background telling him to “fuck off.” Quickly Quinn tells you that he’s gotta go but he will text you. 

That was the first night you guys had a full blown conversation through your ring camera when he was on a roadie. But it became a little tradition every night when you got home if Quinn was out of town. Even if at the time he was in the middle of a game or an interview, everyday you would ring the doorbell and say “Quinny I’m home.”  

3. Drop the attitude 

Quinn and you didn’t fight often but when you did it was usually something serious. Today was not one of those cases, it was just one of those days where you were in a bad mood all day and you couldn’t pin point why. But every little thing Quinn was doing was getting on your nerves, to the point of you wanting to scream. From procrastinating on unloading the dishwasher, to being indecisive about what he wanted for breakfast. By the time you were trying to take a nap and he was yelling on Facetime with Jack and Luke you had hit your breaking point. 

Storming into the living room and telling Quinn that he needed to leave the apartment because you needed time alone before you went insane. Quinn told his brothers he’d call them back and hung up. He tried to ask you what was wrong but you insisted that you needed him to leave. So he left but not without leaving a message on the ring camera. 

“I don’t know where this attitude is coming from, baby. But what do you need for it to go away? Like do we need food? Are you hangry? Do you need cuddles and some quiet time? Cause whatever you need imma give it to you if you drop the attitude. Cause I don’t like when you want to kill me.” 

4. Celebrating 

Every home game that you went to it wasn’t unusual for you to uber from the apartment to the stadium. But you would always wait until Quinn was ready to leave to go home to the game. Tonight there was a home game and you were planning on going. But this week has been so long at work, you were debating on just watching it on T.V, ultimately you did decide to take an uber to the game. Never have you been so happy to not miss out on a game live. It was an insane game that turned out to be a shutout with no other than baby goalie as starter. 

Quinn and you both decided to go to the local bar to celebrate with the team and other wags. After Quinn had 2 beers, and you lost track of the amount of rum and cokes Petey was giving you. Quinn decided it was time to call it a night. Once you got home, your not sure if it was the alcohol you both consumed or just still on a high from the game. But Quinn insisted on practically sprinting down the hallway to your apartment while you cheered about the game. Quinn has never felt so lucky the night when the ring camera was able to catch such an intimate private moment that neither of you would have remembered that morning without the video proof. 

5. Playing pranks - Kendra’s Version 

You had just settled onto the couch, a warm bowl of popcorn balanced in your lap as your phone screen lit up. You picked it up and checked to see you had a notification from the front door’s security camera. It was Friday night, which meant you weren’t getting any deliveries and your husband, Quinn, was home in the shower. 

Curiously you click into the app, seeing what the footage showed. And it wasn’t much. But what you could see was some blonde hair and a toque. You knew exactly who that hair and that hat belonged to. What on earth was he doing? 

Your finger hovered over the screen as you decided what to do about your husband’s teammate when the camera showed a flash of a stylish jacket, one that was definitely not the style of the blond hair and toque wearing teammate. Which meant his literal partner in crime was with him. And then it was like someone smashed their finger onto a fast forward button. 

You were getting ready to use the two way microphone to ask what was going on when you heard a crashing noise. Your finger hit the button quickly as you yelled out “What on earth are you two blond himbos doing out there? Brock I swear to god if you’re leaving your laundry for me to do again I’m throwing it in the Pacific!” 

You were too busy screaming to notice you weren’t the only one who heard the ruckus Dumb and Dumber had made. Quinn must have seen the security notification when he got out of the shower, heard your screaming, and now he was angrily stomping towards the front door and opening it up to figure out what was going on.

Brock, who must have tried to hide from the camera, was leaning against the door. Except the door was ripped open by your angry husband and Brock came tumbling backwards into the foyer. His signature smirk and deep voice trying to play innocent. “Hey Huggy.” 

You decided it was time to get off the couch and look for yourself. As you pushed past Quinn and Brock you leaned against the door frame. This was when you noticed the white stuff all over and that Petey was doubled over in laughter.

This left Brock to be the one to fess up their master plan, “Well we figured it would be Quinn that would see the camera not you. He’s ALWAYS checking it in the locker room. After me and the Swede had too many tonight we wanted to have some fun. And what’s more fun than pranking the captain? We wanted him to open the door to pie him. Get glitter stuck in his playoff beard. You weren’t supposed to catch us, Y/N.” 

You looked back at Petey, now understanding why he was sparkling under your porch lights.

“Sorry about the plant,” he wheezed. 

You could feel Quinn’s glare get darker. Brock however was unaffected by the quiet brooding man. “Petey will pay for it because he makes more money.” 

6. “Where the fuck you going in that dress?”

Quinn wasn’t as overprotective over you as people assumed he would be with his girlfriend. He trusted you and he also knew that you knew how to keep yourself safe when you were out with friends for a girls night. But at the same time he didn’t like it when you went out when he was on a roadie. Quinn made the comment about how when he’s a plane ride away it gives him anxiety when you're out with friends drinking. He said that he would feel terrible if something bad happened or even if you needed a ride home and he couldn’t come to you because he was on the other side of the continent. Since you weren’t a big partier anyway, from that night on you did tend to only go out if Quinn was in town. Never wanting to be the reason you brought your boyfriend to the breaking point with his anxiety. 

But it was your best friend having her birthday and you couldn’t not go. It had completely slipped your mind about your new ring camera and how Quinn was basically addicted to checking it especially when he was on the road. After coming over to get ready at your place. Finally you were ready to order the uber and as you were locking the door, you heard Quinn’s voice “Where the hell are going in that dress?” You could tell from his voice that he was definitely a little annoyed. It was probably because he knew even from the shitty ring camera quality that this was your go to clubbing dress. 

“Hi bubs. It’s Y/B/F birthday tonight.I know your out on a roadie which is why I didn’t tell you.” You said as you bent down so that your face was lined up with the camera. “I am realizing now that wasn’t my smartest idea. I promise I won’t be out long okay? I’ll text you as soon as I get home, Quinny.” Quinn could hear the guilt in your voice and it made his heart break a little. 

“It’s okay baby girl. Just be safe okay. I love you. Also your making me miss you even more cause you look really really fucking beautiful in that dress.” As much as you tried to hide your blush you knew that you were failing miserably. 

“Thanks Quinn. I love you.” as you stood up and blew a kiss to the camera.

7. Fidgety Hughes 

Sometimes Quinn’s fidgeting was out of this world insane even for him. Whether it was that he sometimes let himself get lost in his head and didn’t realize how bad it had gotten. Or if shaking his leg or tapping his fingers on thighs calmed his anxiety. But sometimes his fidgeting was just adorable and this was no difference. Quinn was trying to unlock the door but his hands kept fidgeting probably due to the rough practice or maybe it was just from being tired. But after dropping his keys the fourth time you couldn’t help but chirp him through the camera. 

“I hope you can handle a puck better than those keys Hughes.” Quinn couldn’t help but smile at your voice through the camera.

“Oh I can name a lot of things you tell me all the time I handle better than these keys.” playing along with your antics but with a flirty tone. But then of course he dropped his keys on the floor for the fifth time. 

“Come on get it together bro.” you chirp.

“Don’t be such a brat, unless you need a reminder of who you beg to help you when you have an itch.” 

8. Long Week

Quinn knows that you’ve had a long week and been very stressed because of it. So he stops at the store on his way home and grabs all your favorite snacks that he knows you will want later when you come home from work. He decides to ring the camera to tell you that he got all your favorite snacks and will be ready when you get home for a movie night or whatever you want. Even if it’s The Office which he never even saw a single episode until he met you and you forced him to. He also tells you that he already placed an order to your favorite restaurant for takeout.

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Boxes - J. Hughes

masterlist | Part 1 pairing: Jack Hughes x fem!reader summary: Aftermath of the words that Jack said to you warning: swear words note: thank you for all feedback to first part! if not you, i would never sat down to write continuation❤️ taglist: @dancerbailey3 @kammafffffff

Those words were ringing in Jack’ head. He couldn’t believe he said all the awful things to the woman that he loves. Every time he remembered about it, he wanted to cry. He knew you didn’t deserve them. He was mad at the whole situation. He regretted that he took out his anger on you. Every day, he was waking up in an empty bed. He knew he fucked up and knew he could handle the situation better. 

Why didn't I say that I need space? 

Why didn’t I just talk with her? 

Why did I act like a total idiot? 

Those were his thoughts that were haunting him every time Jack woke up alone and every time he was going to sleep. He missed your presence in the apartment. He missed the smell of the perfume you were using, seeing your cosmetics all over the sink, your music playing softly from your phone when you were baking. Most importantly, he missed your presence. 

This silence around the place was killing him. Jack finally understood why you were always checking on him. To be sure he’s alright. He wished he could check on you how you’re doing. He was hopeless. He desperately needed to hear your voice and make sure you’re doing fine. His favorite hobby was scrolling his phone and watching your pictures when you were happy. 

All Jack could remember, except his words, was your cry. This sound was haunting him. Never before, he heard your voice so raw and so painful. He regretted that he didn’t react. That he didn’t appear next to you with apologies and just ignored you. Days went by and he was falling into a deeper hole. 

You were a mess. You couldn’t believe that Jack treated you like that. After all those years together, he spoke to you like you were no one to him. These words he said to you were ringing in your ear. You could survive being called bitch but when he called you a shag, you lost it. You were wondering if all the time Jack was thinking about you like you’re just sex object. 

You were staying at your friend's place trying to figure out what’s next. You wanted to move out from New Jersey, you wanted to escape this city and leave him and the problems behind you. All your things were in Jack’ apartment that you earlier called home. You needed to get there and take from there but that meant facing him. 

Your friend was trying to tell you that she can get those stuff for you but you knew you had to do it. Everywhere were laying your things. In the living room were standing your figures that you’ve been collecting and Jack put them there so they won’t be in the box. In the kitchen were your favorite cups that you brought from home. 

None of your family knew about this fight. You didn’t want to tell them what happened until you figured out what you were going to do next but Jack’ family knew. His mom was calling you everyday to check on you. Quinn did the same thing and tried to apologise for how stupid his brother is. Luke was taking you out so you don’t have to sit at home alone and sink in those words. They treated you like a part of family and were fuming at Jack for treating you this way. 

They all remembered how you were always next to him, no matter what. How helpful you were to him during summer. That’s why they couldn’t understand why Jack said those words to you. He was hearing from his family all the time that he lost the best girl he could ever find. He knew that and didn’t need a reminder. 

Week went by. Jack tried to contact you everyday but you never picked up the phone. He was having updates about how you were doing from his family and it was killing him when he heard that you’re a mess. You were a mess because of him and his anger. He wanted to apologise to you. 

After a week, you figured out what you want from the future. This also means that you need to go to your old apartment to collect your things. When you arrived with boxes at the door, you took a deep breath. Sure, you could ask Luke to take out Jack somewhere but you knew that you have to face him. You opened the door and walked into the apartment. You spotted that the kitchen and living room were a mess. 

From the couch, Jack looked at you. He couldn’t believe that you were standing there but then he noticed the boxes. He knew that you came to grab your things and he couldn’t blame you but it still made him sad. He wanted to say something but the words were stuck in his throat.

“I came to grab my things and I’m gone” You said on the verge of tears. You started putting things into the box when you heard. 

“I’m sorry” Jack said, his voice was shaky. 

“Save it please” You told him, focused on your job here. 

“I really am sorry. I regret every word I said to you. I lost my temper and snapped” Jack tried to explain himself and you laughed. 

“Always having an excuse. Just drop it” You told him firmly. 

“Look, I know that you hate me now but I really regret it. Everyday it haunts me what I said to you. You’re not an annoying bitch or shag. You’re the woman I love and those words should never leave my mouth” Jack told you and from his voice you could tell that this is sincere. 

“It’s hard for me to believe you. You said it with such an ease like you truly meant them. For the past week, I was thinking about them and now, I feel like our whole relationship was pointless. Like you saw just sex in me” For the first time, you looked at him.

“You know that’s not true” Jack said with a sharp voice.

“Do I?” You fought back.

“Yes! I love you and I want to make it up to you” Jack pleaded. 

“There’s nothing you can do. I simply don’t trust you anymore. I love you but this love hurt me too much. Can I have a guarantee that you never again snap at me like that?” Jack didn’t say a word. “Exactly. That’s why I need to move with my life and find myself again. I’ve been so caught up with you that I lost ability to being myself” 

“So this means that we’re breaking up?” Jack asked with tears in his eyes. 

“This relationship was over the minute I left the door. If you would really care, you would come and check on me when I was crying over those words but you were just sitting on the couch. You acted like I was a burden” You ran your hands through your hair. “All I wanted was to help you get through this rehabilitation” You sighed.

“I’m really sorry. If I could turn back time, I would never say those words. I would tell you what was bothering me” Jack said, defeated. 

“But you can’t” You told him and went into the bedroom to pack the rest of your clothes. 

 “Can we at least stay friends? Please?” Jack begged you. He needed you to have around. 

“I don’t know. I’m moving out of town and I don’t really want to talk with you on the phone about my life” You told him truthfully. 

“Where are you going?” Jack could feel that you’re slipping through his fingers.  

“Far away. I want to leave this city behind me” You said and grabbed the box to put it into the car. You did that couple more times until the apartment was free from your things. “I guess it’s a goodbye” 

“I’m really sorry for the pain I caused you. It was never my intention and I’ll never forgive myself for ruining our relationship” Jack said and you pulled him into a hug. 

“I hope the rehabilitation will go smoothly. Good luck in your life Jack” And like that you left the apartment. For good. 

Jack stood there looking at the door, hoping that you’ll walk and tell him that everything’s alright. It never happened. You really left him and now, without your things, the apartment felt cold. Like you never even lived there. All the things he had left were the memories. This argument was haunting him and he couldn’t believe that he ruined a perfect thing. You are supposed to be his wife. Mother to his children but now, you were a stranger to him.

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Can you write like the smuttyist smut ever in life about Jack Hugh’s pleaseee

It was always you

Jack Hughes x Fem! reader

Summary- Jacks new girlfriend is a little overly jealous of reader. But then, turns out, reader has to break the news to Jack that she caught his girlfriend kissing another man.

Warnings- Smut, raw dawggin, creampie, mentions of jacks injury, cheating (don't do that), technically not public sex but very exposed.

Word count- 3.2k

Jack Hughes was injured.

I didn’t know whether to laugh or to feel bad, a little bit of both, I guess.

Jack was an asshole, everyone knew that. Especially me, I’d practically grown up with him. I never liked him, or course, but he was always there. Our mothers were inseparable, so I found myself at the lake house every spring break and summer since I was a kid.

Coming with that, was being stuck in the presence of Jack. I didn’t know what I did but all of his (many, many, many) girlfriends he’d bring to the lake house hated me. Every. Single. One. Maybe I was intimidating, or maybe they thought I was ugly. Who knows? They couldn’t be jealous because despite being in the same house as Jack, I spent my time bound at the hip with his older brother, Quinn.

The reaction I had to Jack’s injury replayed in my head. The smile on my lips when he goes head first into the boards perfectly explained the relationship we had. But the smile dropping when he didn’t stand up explained our parent’s relationship. I couldn’t sleep that night, nerves getting to me. Not for Jack, he has a hard head so I knew he’d be fine, but for his mom.

He’d gotten his surgery shortly after, Ellen assuring that everything was alright. I didn’t get this reassurance directly but through my mother. All was well, he was back to being an asshole, even more than usual without his hockey. Thus, all of the nervousness leaving as fast as it developed.

But as spring break rolled around, I dreaded the thought of my mom begging me to go to the lake house. I gave in Every. Damn. Time.

Which brought me here, slowly walking out of my front door. My two bags were over my shoulder as I dragged my feet across the pavement. I hear banging on the side of the car, my eyes look up.

“Hurry up, sunshine, we don’t got all day”

Jack fucking Hughes. I roll my eyes at his mean smile from the drivers seat. I fight the urge of flipping him off as I pass the window to put my bags in the trunk.

I flop down in the backseat, between my mother and Luke. I figured Quinn would be in the front seat but no, it was yet another unfamiliar girl. The drive was long, long, and even longer. When we arrived I was asleep on my mom’s shoulder. She shakes me off her shoulder to wake me. I sit up and rub my eyes. Once my hands drop my eyes catch Jack’s in the rearview mirror.

That’s weird.

Before I can say anything, Luke tosses me my bags and I get out of the car.

As pretty as i remember it. The lake house, I mean, the view had always been beautiful. I snapped out of my thoughts as I hear my name called and the second I look over, I’m wrapped up in arms and lifted off of my feet.

“Oh, y/n! I’ve missed you.”

This must be what heaven feels like- wait… no- hell. Definitely hell. No.. air- I’m let go.

“Jesus”

I rub my ribs as I’m sat down.

“Sorry”

A very smiley Quinn Hughes says from in front of me.

I haul myself inside and up to the room that was designated to me. This place was huge, everyone had their own room and there was still space for a quest room. I guess my family and I weren’t quite considered guests anymore. I’m greeted by the boys parents before I make it up the stairs.

Bored. Bored. Bored.

I change out of my sweats and into a more presentable outfit of a loose baby tee and some denim shorts. I braid my hair quickly and put sunglasses on the top of my head, full intention on convincing my mom to take photos for my instagram.

I take the last step off of the stairs, greeted with a scoff from the girl I didn’t even know the name of. I look her up and down before walking right past her. But not before I caught the eye of Jack behind her, his arms around her waist. I ignore it, walking outside to my mother.

My mom pushed me to stand on the dock, posing as she took photos, the golden glow of the setting sun shining against my skin. She has me sit down at the end, toes in the water as I look to the side. The side towards the house. The side towards the house that I could see an obviously pissed girl sitting next to Jack by the pool.

Weird…

I stand to take my phone back, interrupted by a heavy weight pushing against me and the next thing I knew, I was in the lake. I resurface to see my mom taking photos while giggling. I look to my side to see Quinn. I scoff playfully and splash him before hoisting myself back on the dock.

“You’re going to be the one doing my laundry”

I point down to my soaked outside and Quinn just laughs before following me back onto the dock. I thank my mom before taking my phone back and scurrying back inside.

I change quickly back into a comfortable outfit before returning outside. Quinn was stationed at the grill, Jack and what’s her face at the pool, and Luke in a deep conversation with our parents.

I sit down and open my phone, my eyes catching a notification.

“Quinn Hughes and his longtime best friend: Dating?”

I almost laugh as I click the notification. Amelia Blake. Huh? Oh. My eyes snap up from my phone, landing on Jacks girlfriend. I look back down at my phone. “Amelia Blake posted, two images attached.” I open the notification and my eyes widen at photos of Quinn hugging me earlier. No fucking way.

It is so on.

I stand to my feet, as I approach the pair, I realize she’s on a live video. Oh yes, yes, yes. Trevor must’ve rubbed off on Jack. So unfortunate.

“Hello everyone” she smiles “I’m at my amazing boyfriend’s lake house!” She tilts the phone towards Jack who forces a smile. Embarrassing. “I see rumors spreading off of the photos I’ve posted, and I’d just like to say-“

I cut her off before she can finish.

“Lying bitch”

And with a shove, she’s in the pool. Jacks eyes widen and he looks back at me. Something tells me he hadn’t seen the photos yet. I turn backwards as she reemerges. I don’t catch her words but I do catch that she is pissed. I walk back inside, sure that eyes were on me.

I don’t leave my room until Quinn knocks, telling me dinner was ready. I’m still mad, can’t deny that. I look up from my phone.

“You saw what she did, right? I didn’t start anything.”

He laughs and nods. Laughs? I didn’t find it funny. He shouldn’t either, I mean, just lowered his chances of getting a girlfriend.

“Don’t be pissed, our parents are on your side.”

“Oh”

And with that I follow him down to the dinner table which was already set. I sit between my mom and Ellen. Lucky me, Jack and Amelia were right across from me. Her once curled hair was now straight, her makeup melted off. Was anything real about this girl? She was pissed, livid, really. She was sitting in an oversized hoodie and shorts, jacks hoodie. Jacks New Jersey devils hoodie.

I take a bite of the food, if Quinn wasn’t a hockey player, I was sure he’d be a chef. I look up at Amelia.

“You’re sporting a team he’s not even playing for right now”

Ow, that’s what goes through my head when my leg is kicked under the table. My eyes narrow on an obviously guilty Luke as he looks away. But my gaze snaps back to Amelia.

“At least I’m dating someone who’s even capable of being successful.” She pauses “Well, at least I’m dating someone at all, you couldn’t even if you tried.”

My eyebrows raise, everyone was quiet.

“Really? Because you have all the fans thinking I’m dating a captain.”

Quinn covers his mouth, keeping composed instead of laughing. It would fuel the fire, so he held it in. Amelia scoffs and stands, storming off. I cross my arms and lean back, my eyes snapping to Jack. He was eating quietly, weird…

“Geez, Jack” his dad laughs, “where do you find these girls?”

“Sorry”

He mutters, eyes on me, before standing up himself and following after her. My eyes go to Quinn to make sure he heard that and he just shrugs. His dad’s word prove Quinn’s words from earlier, I’m so glad they were on my side.

The next morning, I’m greeted at the bottom of the stairs by a golden retriever. Oh, wait no, that’s just an overly energetic Trever Zegras.

“Hey Trev”

I give him a fist bump as I pass him. I’m wearing a white sundress today, my hair still braided from yesterday. I sit at the island counter with Trevor, catching up. Then my phone chimes, “Amelia Blake tweeted”. I’m about to sit the phone back down when another notification pops up, “You were mentioned in Amelia Blake’s post.”

I look at Trevor before I open the notification.

“@y/n.username is the definition of slut. I mean, not only is she flirting with the brothers but also their friends? How desperate.”

Trevor gasps and I look back at Amelia who’s sitting on the couch, tangled in Jack’s arms. He was quiet, too quiet. Did he know she posted that? He probably encouraged her. I shrug it off and tell Trevor it’s okay.

Then my mom announces the bright idea to go shopping in town.

And now I’m in the passenger seat of Quinn’s car, trying my best to avoid Amelia. I stay with Quinn the whole trip, if he didn’t care about the stupid rumor then neither did I. We all walk along the strip of shops together. Amelia practically drags the group into a makeup store and clothing store. I’m looking at bathing suits with the newly joined Dixie, which Trevor abandoned to go explore the store with Quinn.

I look up at the makeup section. Jack looked miserable, not that I cared or anything. Okay I sound like I’m in denial, maybe I care a little bit. Amelia was distracted and so I tell Dixie I’ll be right back. I walk next to Jack.

“Are you going to talk about what’s going on, or what?”

Jack looks down at me and sighs.

“I don’t know what you want me to say, I already apologized.”

So it’s about me? Why is this about me?

“You’re upset over me..?”

“She’s jealous because she saw some fan saying we’d be cute together.” He looks back up “you can go back to whatever you were doing.”

Right, that makes sense. No the fuck it does not. I backtrack and go back to Dixie.

I’m pretty silent for the rest of the trip. It ends with us eating lunch at a local cafe. I talk with Dixie about the whole time while eating. I pay to mind when Amelia excuses herself, Jack busies himself by talking to his brothers and Trevor. I excuse myself a little later to use the restroom.

I don’t know what I was expecting to see on the way to the bathroom but it was not Amelia kissing another guy. And I’m the slut? Makes total sense. When my anger fades from her, I can’t shake the aching feeling when I realize I have to tell Jack. I pull out my phone and snap a photo before going to the bathroom and back to the table.

Amelia is already back when I sit down. I contemplate posting the photo to ruin her reputation but then I remind myself of Jack who would be more than likely hurt. So I wait it out, I wait until we’re back home and everyone’s asleep.

I’m still thinking about whether or not to tell him as I sit by the pool with my feet in the water. I’m wearing a new bikini that I bought from the shop, deep red. I hear the door open and close but I don’t care to look back. Only do I look when then person sits next to me. Jack. I take a deep breath before speaking.

“This isn’t meant to hurt you but-“ I open my phone and scroll through the photos, showing him the one I took.

He shakes his head. He just shakes his head.

“Figured.”

“Excuse me?”

“No ones that jealous unless they’re reflecting”

He leans back on the palm of his hands and I go quiet, looking away. I set my phone down before speaking again.

“Why haven’t you been the typical asshole like you always are?”

“Mom told me you were worried,” he looks at me “when I got injured. I didn’t know you cared.”

My mouth opens but it closes before I can get anything out.

“I was only an asshole because I thought you hated me.”

“Oh”

“And besides, I was pretty pissed she posted that photo of you and Quinn. She did it because she was jealous. Shes so getting booted out of this house first thing in the morning.”

I hold in my laugh, as I look down at my lap. Jacks sits up and I speak.

“How do you really feel about me?” I look up at him “If you were only an asshole because you thought I hated you.”

He thinks for a moment before speaking,

“I had a crush on you when we were little.”

He admits.

“I guess being mean helped it but it never really went away. I guess admitting that, Amelia has every right no be jealous.”

“Not when she kissed that rando.”

I didn’t know what else to say. How could I when I just found out that a boy I thought hated me my whole life actually liked me? What? He shrugs and we just look at each other for a moment. I clear my throat and look away.

“Wanna make her even more jealous?”

Jack asks abruptly and I look at him like he’s grown two heads.

“What do you mean?”

“Let me kiss you.”

My eyes widen.

“Excuse me?”

Then he bursts out laughing.

“For a photo, I mean, she’d be pissed. Then you can post the one you showed me, ruin her reputation.”

Sweet, sweet revenge.

“Fine”

His lips were even sweeter.

He grabs my phone, not disconnecting our lips as he takes the photo. He only does when he looks at the screen.

“Good?”

He asks me and I nod, literally speechless. He tosses my phone aside on a lawn chair.

“So what-“

“Shut up.”

I cut him off and press my lips to his once again. I can feel his shit eating grin against my lips and his hands tangle in my hair. All my rational thoughts? Out the fucking window. I move and straddle his hips. He pulls away, the smile still on his face,

“Here?”

I don’t respond but instead I kiss him again. He doesn’t protest again when my hands slide under his shirt. He pulls it off, disconnecting our lips for only a moment. My eyes look down at his chest and torso. I’d seen it a million times but it was different this time. My eyes linger on a scar just above his collar bone, from the surgery.

I pepper kisses along it, careful to not put real pressure. The second I pull away, he pulls me back up to kiss his lips. His hands wander to the string of my bikini top, pausing.

“Positive?”

“Jack, please”

That’s all he needs before pulling the string, the top falling off of me. He wastes no time, craning his down to run his tongue along my chest.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do this.”

He mumbles before taking one of my nipples into his mouth, his hand cupping the other. He stays like that for a moment before switching. I practically melt into his touch, my hands tangling into his hair.

He pulls away, looking up at me as if asking me if I want to keep going. My answer is me reaching down and tugging his swim shorts down. A smirk plays on his lips as he helps me pull them down. His hands are fast to untie my bikini bottoms the second his shorts are down.

A week ago I would’ve laughed in someone’s face if they simply told me I’d be kissing Jack. But now? Now I was lining him up to me. I gnaw at my lip as we keep our eyes on each other, his hands grip my hips to pull me down onto him.

I hold his shoulders, carful to not touch the injury. I gasp as he bottoms out inside.

“Holy fuck-“

“I know, I’ve got you.”

and he wasn’t lying. He pulls my hips up and down on him, I didn’t even have to move myself. He throws his head back and holds himself up with one palm when I start moving myself.

He was big. Well, the biggest I’ve had. I roll my hips as I move up at down. The sight on his mouth slightly ajar and he watches me nearly throws me over the edge. That would’ve been embarrassing, surely he’d picked on me for it.

His fingers gripped harshly on my hip. The feeling of his dick dragging against my walls has me gasping his name. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, burying my head into his non injured shoulder. His dick twitches as he moans softly.

“Where-“

“Inside”

I gasp,

“I’m on birth control.”

He knew that, I just wanted to remind him. He doesn’t protest to the idea, a few more bounces and he does just what I suggested. The feeling of his warm cum sends me completely over the edge, my juices mixing with his.

I stop moving as just sit with him inside for a moment, my head resting on his shoulder. He sits up and wraps his arms around me.

“I’m so fucking stupid, it was always you.”

“Can’t disagree with that”

I smile lazily as I sit up. He rolls his eyes playfully before pulling both of us to stand up. He adjusts his shorts before grabbing a towel to wrap around me. He grabs my bikini before pulling me inside and up to my room.

We shower.

We dress.

We lay down.

We. I just fucked the guy I despised my whole life? Did I regret it? Fuck no.

I lay in his arms in the bed, scrolling through my phone when I remember the whole reason we were in that situation. I go onto instagram and post the photo on my story with the caption “She thought I had the wrong brother” I tag Jack then post.

I mute my phone before nestling into an already sleeping Jacks chest, falling asleep myself.

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MAROON — JACK HUGHES

jack hughes x fem!reader

published: February 7th, 2023

summary: in which y/n and her best friend, Jack, get drunk on cheap wine and finally confess their feelings in her New York apartment.

specific lyrics: “‘how’d we end up on the floor anyway?’ you say, ‘your roommate’s cheap-ass screw top rosé, that’s how.’” and “the burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me and how the blood rushed into my cheeks” and “i chose you, the one i was dancing with in New York..”

warnings: light profanity, alcohol

GIF by jonasiegenthaler

i’ve known the Hughes family my entire life. with my mom and Ellen Hughes being best friends from playing hockey together, i grew up spending my summers at the Hughes lake house and visiting whenever possible. so, of course, i grew close to the three brothers.

Quinn, the oldest, is three years older than me. growing up he was always like the annoying, protective older brother i never had, and he still is.

Luke, the youngest, is a year younger than me. he’s my buddy, the one i go to when i need something set straight for me, and the only guy i know that would sit in his bedroom and miss a party at his own house just so he could comfort me over the phone.

and lastly, Jack. a year older than me, and my best friend since i was born, i guess. my mom and Ellen have always said that as soon as i was born, it was like Jack knew we were meant to be best friends. they claim that when i was a baby and he was one, he would cry until they put him in my crib with me, in which case they swear that it would instantly put a smile on my face. but no matter if those stories are true or not, we have indeed been best friends since diapers.

Jack and i’s friendship has always been different than the ones i have with his brothers, especially when i turned thirteen and started really paying attention to guys. that was the fateful year that Jack graduated from not only being my best friend but also my biggest crush. i started noticing not only how cute he really is, but how sweet he could be, and how comfortable i am with him.

which brings us to now, in my New York apartment, where i’m currently sat on the floor with the guy i’m head over heels in love with, sharing a bottle of wine. it’s the first week of the off-season and he had originally came over to help me pack for the annual lake house trip, but then my roommate popped her head in to ask if we wanted a couple bottles of rosé that she bought on sale. she was about to leave for the airport for her flight back home for the summer and couldn’t bring them with her. so Jack and i shared a quick glance and said yes, and now here we are.

i’m sat with my back against the coffee table, my feet in Jack’s lap.

“hey, do you remember that time- when uh- when Luke jumped into the lake from the rope swing, and just completely belly flopped?” Jack’s words were broken up between fits of laughter, and i burst out in laughter, as well, at the memory.

“oh my god yes! his entire chest and stomach were red!” it’s a wonder how we’ve yet to get a noise complaint from my neighbors by now. as our laughter dies down, Jack shifts around.

“my ass is numb from the hardwood.” he tells me, and the casual announcement makes me double over in laughter once more.

“how’d we end up on the floor, anyway?” i wonder out loud.

“your roommates cheap-ass screw top rosé, that’s how!” he exclaims through giggles. i don’t laugh with him, instead i stay silent, studying him. he’s so beautiful.

Jack stands from the floor, letting my feet roll of his lap and land with a thump. grabbing the empty wine bottle and our glasses from the coffee table, he goes into the kitchen. i watch him as he grabs my bottle of red wine from the fridge, refilling our glasses before walking back to me. he bends down to hand me my glass, but in his inebriated state, he doesn’t pay attention to his own glass in his hand and his wine splashes onto my white t-shirt. the burgundy liquid staining and leaving the shirt slightly see through, clinging to my braless chest.

“oh shit, sorry y/n/n!” his eyes go wide and he stares at my chest. logically, i know he’s just looking at the stain and not my breasts, but blood rushes into my cheeks at the thought of him eyeing my chest.

“it’s fine!” i wave it off, as i stand to go change. “i’ll be right back.”

i go into my bedroom and ruffle through the shirts that i don’t have packed for the summer, picking out an old USA Hockey shirt of Jack’s.

i step back out into the living room to find Jack had put on one of my vinyl’s, i watch as he dances around my living room to the sound of Photograph by Ed Sheeran. a smile breaks across my face as he just spins around the room. finally spotting me, he walks over and holds his hand out.

“dance with me, belle.” my heart flutters at his use of the nickname he started calling me in high school. he never explained why he started calling me ‘belle’, all i know is that one day when i had met him after his french class and my spanish class, he said he had a new nickname for me, and he’s called me ‘belle’ ever since. usually the nickname seems to be reserved for special moments or when it’s just the two of us.

i slip my hand in his, allowing him to pull me closer. his hands take hold of my arms, sliding them up onto his shoulders, and he wraps his arms around my waist, swaying us around the living room. he gazes down at me, a soft smile on his face and an unreadable emotion present in his eyes.

“hi.” his voice is barely a whisper.

“hi.” i reply in the same low volume. his eyes flicker over my face and his cheeks turn pink. making me ask- “what are you thinking?”

“i’m thinking that i’ve wanted to be in this position since high school.” his words confuse me. but my heart speeds up, as if it knows what he means before my brain does.

“dancing?” i laugh halfheartedly.

“you in my arms. just the two of us.” he clarifies and i can feel myself blush for the second time tonight.

“if you wanted me to yourself, you could’ve just asked.” i joke.

“i don’t just want you to myself.” he whispers. “i want you to be mine.”

his reply causes me to stumble a step, and my heart feels like it might beat out of my chest.

“don’t say things you don’t mean, Jack.” i tell him. suddenly, i feel insecure and afraid. i’ve never felt this way with him. other guys, sure. but never him.

“why would you think i don’t mean what i’m saying?” he stops our dancing and i only just realize that the song has changed. my arms slip off his shoulders, dropping back down to my sides, but his hands never leave my hips. “y/n, do you think i would say something like that if i don’t mean it?”

“i don’t know.” i mumble, shrugging my shoulders. he brings a hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, before letting it fall back down to my hip.

“i’ve been in love with you since high school, y/n/n. i thought by now you would’ve caught on, but i guess that’s on me because you always have been pretty oblivious when it comes to flirting.” he laughs.

“wait, what?” i ask. please don’t be messing with me. please be telling the truth.

“did you really not know? look if this is too much, if you don’t like me like that, then just tell me. straight out. because i don’t want to compromise our friendship with this confession. we can just forget it ever happened.” that sobers me up real quickly.

“wait, no, hold on. i never said i didn’t like you.” i rebut.

“what are you saying?” by the smirk on his face, i know he knows what i’m saying, but i take a deep breath and clarify anyways.

“jack, i’ve liked you since i was thirteen.” i confess. “i didn’t think you thought of me as anything more than your annoying best friend though.”

“y/n, i literally gave you a nickname that translates to ‘beautiful’ and you thought i was looking at you like ‘oh yeah that’s my best friend, she’s so annoying’?” he asks.

“what? is that what that means?” my tone is incredulous. i assumed he was calling me ‘belle’ like princess belle because i like to read.

“oh my god, you really had no idea? i literally gave you that nickname after we learned the word in french class. you were the first thing that popped in my head when we learned it.”

i can’t take any more talking. Jack starts to say something else but i cut him off by pressing my lips against his. it doesn’t take him more than a second to start kissing back, his lips locking with mine.

i pull back, breathless and anxious, but the smile Jack wears eases my nerves.

“so you like me, huh?” he jokes.

“oh shut up.” i roll my eyes, giving his shoulder a playful shoulder.

**BONUS SCENE**

we’ve been at the lake house for three days and so far, no one has even noticed that Jack and i are officially dating. have we really always been this touchy?

Jack and i have made a game out of it, guessing who the first person to notice will be. he says Ellen or my mom, but i say Quinn or Luke. we both know our dads don’t pay enough attention to catch onto anything.

i walk down the stairs, prepared to grab a snack before us ‘kids’ head out on the boat. Ellen and my mom sit in the kitchen talking, but go silent as soon as i walk in.

“heyyy.” i drag out, eyeing them suspiciously.

“hi, honey.” Ellen gives me a kiss on the forehead as i stop in front of them.

“what were you two talking about?” i ask.

“nothing.” they say in unison, shaking their heads.

“i believe you, not at all.” i joke, opening a cupboard to grab a granola bar. “what was it?”

“they were talking about you and Jack.” Luke says, walking out from the walk-in pantry. “mom was saying she thinks they should set you guys up on a blind date with each other.”

“Luke Warren Hughes! how long have you been in there?!” Ellen scolds, not even bothering to deny his claims.

“i was looking for something to eat, you’re the ones who came in gossiping.” he shrugs. before Ellen can refute, Jack walks in from the same way i came. wrapping an arm around my shoulders, he stops next to me.

“what are you guys talking about?” Jack asks.

“our moms wanted to set us up on a blind date.” i say, a sly smile on my lips as i look up at him.

Jack lets out a chuckle before directing his gaze to his mom.

“sorry, no can do mom. i’ve got a girlfriend.” he smiles, and i have to bite back a grin. it’s the first time he’s called me his girlfriend. i like it.

“you what?!” Ellen exclaims. “why have i not met her? or even heard about her?”

“it’s a recent development.” Jack shrugs. “anyways, i’m gonna steal y/n/n here. Quinn is waiting for us at the boat. Luke, c’mon.”

before i can even think to take a step, Jack sweeps my feet off the ground, throwing me over his shoulder and walking away. i smack at his back with my free hand while one still clutches my granola bar.

“Jack Rowden Hughes, put me down! right now!” he barks out a laugh and i can feel his neck shift against me like he’s moving his head around before he lands a smack against my ass. “HEY!”

he ignores my struggles, walking down to the dock, all the way to the boat before finally setting me down.

“i can walk. i have legs.” i laugh.

“i know, but i wanted to carry you.” he grins down at me. i scan the dock for Quinn, but with no sight of him i relax.

“you just wanted an excuse to stare at my ass.” i joke. Jack hooks his fingers through the front belt loops on my shorts, tugging me closer so that i’m pressed up against him.

“and is that a crime?” he asks. i smile up at him, sending one last glance toward the house over his shoulder, not seeing Quinn or Luke. i lean up, planting a kiss on his lips.

“what the fuck?!!” the exclamation comes from behind me and i pull back, spinning around quickly to find Quinn stood on the boat. he’s leaned over the side, staring at Jack and i with a dropped jaw.

“oh- hi, Quinny.” i smile, painting on a face of innocence. Quinn’s eyes dart between me and Jack.

“when the hell did this happen?” he asks. “i knew i never should’ve let you move to New York. he’s corrupted you. i should’ve insisted you moved to Vancouver, but no, i said ‘if New York is where she wants to be, i won’t push.’ i should’ve pushed.”

i look over to Jack, sharing an amused smile with my boyfriend as his brother rambles on.

“Quinn.” i interrupt. he stops, throwing me a raised brow before giving a side eye to his younger brother. “did you really think this wouldn’t happen eventually?”

he sighs, before nodding.

“i know. i expected this. i prepared for this.” it’s my turn to quirk a brow now.

“you prepared for this?” i ask. he nods and hops onto the dock.

“okay, it’s time for us to talk. Jack, y/n, when a man and a woman love each other very much, sometimes-”

“oH MY GOD.” i shout. plugging my fingers in my ears. “la la la la la i can’t hear you! i am not currently getting the sex talk from my boyfriends older brother! la la la la la.”

Quinn’s face lights up and he burst out in laughter. i take my fingers out of my ears, eyeing him.

“oh, that was good! you should’ve seen your faces!” he laughs. i turn to look at Jack, who still wears a disgusted grimace. i pat his chest and let out a sigh. “seriously, i’ll be right back though.”

Quinn takes off in a jog towards the lake house, but before he disappears inside, i hear him yell.

“MOM! YOU’LL NEVER BELIEVE WHAT I JUST SAW!”

Jack finally unfreezes from his state of disgust. pulling out his wallet and handing me a twenty dollar bill.

“you won.”

[missqhughes]

CAN HE GET YOU LIKE THIS? | Q. HUGHES43

-> quinn hughes x jacksgf!reader

-> contains: cheating, smut with plot , SLIGHT angst, and other sexual themes, oc’s created for tha plot, intended lowercase, use of y/n

-> IN WHICH: jack almost cant seem to control himself around another woman at the lake house; and to make it worse, in front of his girlfriend. when she cries her frustrations to her boyfriends older brother, he seems to have the perfect solution to her problems.

-> my first hockey fic! i spent so much time on it, and i’m pretty proud tbh. also, i’m so excited to post on this page, and as i always say on my other blog, hope you love it as much as i do!

*fic is not proofread

18+ CONTENT BELOW THE CUT

y/n was never the jealous type.

she never needed anyone’s approval.

but god, what jack was doing was pissing her off.

for the first time, luke had brought his girlfriend april, to the lake house for the summer, and this week, y/n had the unpleasant company of aprils friend stampeding around the house for the week.

about 100% of the time, she could handle girls throwing themselves at jack at this point. she was used to it; jack was always a good boyfriend to her, and could always control himself with his endless female attention.

until today.

the july sun delivered a scorching heat down on the group as they conversed somewhere on the middle of the lake in the hughes family boat.

the typical casual conversation that y/n, jack, and his brothers had on their boat days were greatly interrupted by the ear piercing voices of april’s friends.

“jack, wanna let me drive the boat?”

“jack, the sun is too bright! can i please wear your hat?”

jack let out low chuckles at the flattery delivered to him, and y/n was doing her usual job at ignoring them.

with her dark tinted sunglasses on and her head resting on the back seat of the boat, she saw her boyfriend place his white baseball cap on one of april’s god forsaken friend.

her eyebrows furrowed; jack never fed into anything like this. the pang of anxiety lowly rested in the pit of her stomach, but she chose to ignore it.

he knew better.

“jacky, how does it look on me?”

through her dark lenses, she witnessed the ratty girl in front of her spin in front of jack, pulling the sides of her bikini up while doing so.

he made no attempt to hide his gaze on the girl in front of him, or the comment that slipped from his lips afterwards;

“looks good,” he said lowly, probably thinking that his girlfriend mere feet away from him was fast asleep from the summer heat, unaware to his tease.

the anxiety in y/n’s stomach began to surface more, a jealousy and anger she hadn’t felt in a situation like this before arising. she thought whatever of it, that she was being crazy, that she could shove this feeling down.

y/n kept her gaze straight forward, blocking out any of the chatter coming from anyone in her vicinity; her eyes locked on luke’s slow speed on the boat, conversing casually with april, unaware of the drama brewing behind them.

god, can he not drive any faster? she thought to herself, the annoyance within growing deeper and deeper.

the boat rocked along with the motion of the water beneath it, but y/n did her best to sit completely still, feeling that if she moved, the her negative emotions would swirl harder.

after a grueling 4 minute ride back to the dock, luke had secured the boat,

“everyone’s good to get off now,” he told the group, grabbing april’s hand and towel, assisting her onto the dock.

the short haired girl, the one throwing herself all over jack, the one who’s name y/n didn’t even bother to remember in their introductions, was just about to take it too far.

she stood up first, jack and y/n following behind her.

the ratty girl “dropped” her towel, allowing the perfect opportunity to bend down in front of jack,

“woops! my bad,” her voice made an embarrassing attempt to be seductive to jack, turning her head to eye him up and down.

jack let out a deep inhale, just enough to set y/n off further on her silent rage.

“all good, let me help you out.”

the girl giggled as she took jacks hand, letting it linger on his skin longer than necessary.

he paid no mind to his girlfriend behind him.

the insatiable urge to strangle the two idiots in front of y/n was barely present on her face, as she decided to take back control of the situation, and remind both of them who his significant other was.

“babe, i’m tired, do you want to come up and take a nap?”

his conversation with the short haired girl was cut with y/n’s words, he looked back at the two, contemplation in his mind, before smiling at y/n.

see? nothing to worry about-

“i uh, i think i’m gonna stay down here for a bit, don’t want to go inside yet, it’s just a really nice day y’know?”

her ears began to ring with his words, cheeks growing red as she looked over at luke and april, who shifted uncomfortably, now aware of the drama upon the dock.

“uh, yeah… yeah that’s fine.”

“i’ll be up soon, promise,” jack said as he sat down with april, luke, and her stupid friend.

y/n ignored his words, turning on her heel to walk up to the house, pace growing as soon as she was out of sight from the dock.

now that she was alone, all the feelings the thought she was suppressing were now at the forefront of her body and mind. she ran her hands through her hair, almost ready to rip it out from frustration.

y/n stormed through the house, and as she passed the living room, she was met with quinn; who was quietly reading a book with his feet kicked up on the ottoman.

before he lifted his head, his eyes went up first, gaze met with y/n’s indignant expression,

“woah, you okay, something happen on the one boat day i miss?” he said light heartedly,

“quinn, not now,”

y/n snapped at him, before slamming her bedroom door, the action echoing through the otherwise quiet house.

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dinner wasn’t any better.

y/n didn’t realize how much time had gone by as she was staring at the ceiling, recounting the events of the day. jack did not keep his promise about “coming up soon” which wasn’t to the shock of y/n, considering his behavior today. he did stop in her designated room, to give her a kiss on the forehead, and to tell that dinner was ready.

and that was it.

now, she was sitting next to jack at the table, his happy chatter with his brothers, april, and company sounding like mumbles in her ears. she felt a gaze on her, hoping it was jack, but when y/n turned her head softly to confirm, he was still smiling at his continued conversation.

like nothing was wrong.

there was only one other person who wasn’t talking, and her eyesight landed right on his.

quinn.

she shifted in her seat, quickly averting their eye contact, and picked at her quarter eaten meal with her fork.

“excuse me everyone, i’m gonna go lay down,”

jack looked at y/n, giving her a half smile and no thought to her abrupt departure, before returning to his seemingly endless conversation.

y/n began to pick her plate up to take it to the sink, when quinn’s voice spoke up,

“i’ll take care of it,” the tips of his fingers pushed down lightly on the edge of her plate.

“you sure? it’s fine i don’t-”

“just go lay down.”

y/n blinked at him a few times before nodding her head, setting her plate down and shuffling to her room.

she closed the door softly this time, letting out a shaky breath as she sat on the edge of the plush bed. her head was beginning to throb, not sure if it was from lack of food or just from the complete and total anxiety jack was giving her.

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y/n scrolled mindlessly on her phone, again losing the track of time with the state she was in.

1:19am.

the dryness in her throat was becoming more present as she came down from her brain fog, deciding to clear herself with a glass of water.

y/n slipped into the kitchen, only the warm dim glow from the microwave light allowing her to see. the glass cups lightly clinked together as she pulled one out, then setting it down to fill up.

the refrigerator hummed softly, barely breaking the silence through the house. then, a raspy voice spoke behind her,

“what’re you doing up?”

y/n whipped her head around, almost dropping and shattering the glass of water in her hand,

“jesus christ quinn, you scared the shit out of me!”

she set down the glass to put a hand to her chest, an attempt to slow down the spike in her heart rate.

quinn let out a small, quiet laugh, “sorry, i thought you heard me.”

“no,” she let out a huff, “i didn’t,” y/n smiled back at him gently as the beating in her chest settled.

“so, what’s wrong?”

quinn was quick to change the conversation to put her on the spot, y/n’s lips parting as she thought of her next words.

“nothing, i don’t know what you’re talking about-”

“yes you do.”

y/n scoffed, “you really have a habit of interrupting me don’t you?”

“stop avoiding the question. what’s wrong? talk to me, y/n.”

the two stared at one another, having an unspoken battle with each other,

y/n broke first.

she swallowed, knowing the words about to spill out of her mouth were going to come shaky and scattered; she didn’t want quinn, or anyone for that matter, to know the state her mind was at. y/n hopped up to sit on the kitchen counter, retelling the day to quinn.

“it was… it was jack. today. he was just letting april’s stupid fucking friend flirt with him! and-”

“alana?”

she shot him a deep scowl, “don’t interrupt me to tell me what her stupid name is!”

quinn raised his hands in defeat, “sorry, sorry, keep going,”

“he let her wear his hat, she bent over in front of him and he said nothing, and as you could tell from earlier today, he didn’t even come up to the house with me when i asked…”

her words trailed off shakily, y/n felt hot, wet tears flow down her cheeks, slightly blurring her vision, she looked down, unable to meet quinn’s gaze she felt burning into her face.

“y/n… i’m sorry. he’s a shithead for that,”

he stepped closer to her, lessening the distance between them,

“y/n.”

she hummed in response, sniffles coming from her, still refusing to look up at him,

“y/n look at me.”

y/n knew how persistent quinn was, and he definitely was not going to let her get away with not looking at him. though it felt like lifting a ton of bricks, her glossy eyes looked up to meet his.

quinn’s eyes flickered all over her face, reading her sorrow expression. he brought his hand up to meet her face, gently using his thumb to brush away any fallen tears on her tinted cheeks.

“you know, i really hate it when you cry,” he cooed softly, still wiping away the spilling tears, paying more attention to her in these mere minutes than jack had been all day.

“i’m so mad at myself, i should’ve said something, i let it all happen in front of me,” y/n said, her quiet frustrations let out only for quinn’s ears to hear.

“hey, hey, no. you shouldn’t have even been put in that position, don’t blame yourself, okay?” he placed his hands on either sides of the counter, locking her in. his voice being stern but still soft, a tough love kind of talk.

y/n’s heart beated faster as she became hyper aware of how close their bodies were, feeling the warmth radiating off of him.

she wanted to knock herself in the head for feeling this way, but her heightened distaste for jack in the moment, quinn’s messy hair combined with his beard and tired eyes made him so sinfully appealing.

“you’re right, i shouldn’t have,”

y/n felt almost awkward in this moment, especially it being her boyfriends older brother. there was no way for her to move without being even closer to him.

“god, y/n… cant believe that… if i had you… i’d never let that happen,”

quinn’s tired eyes turned lustful by the second, going up and down y/n’s body before flickering between her own eyes and lips.

“quinn,” she let out with a breath, “you cant say things like that, you know you can’t,”

y/n couldn’t help herself from matching quinn’s motion, unable to tear away from looking at his full lips.

“after the shit he pulled today, i think i’m safe to do whatever the hell i want,”

the gentle demeanor in his voice was replaced with seduction, bringing his face closer to hers, close enough for their breaths to mingle.

“say the words y/n, i wont do anything you don’t want me to do. say the words and i’ll stop.”

she was between a rock and a hard place. it’s not like jack had outright cheated in front of her, and she would feel horrible doing something like that to him. however, his actions were inexcusable, and he saw not an inch of an issue with what he was doing. and at the exact same time, quinn was ready to be all over her. hell, he’s practically admitting to wanting his little brother’s girlfriend. in this moment, he could give her anything.

fuck it.

this is what he gets, she thought to herself. it’s not like he would find out anyway. no one would.

“i want you quinn.”

the words rolled off her tongue faster than her mind let her think about the consequences, and in no time, quinn captured y/n’s lips in his, securing his hands on to her waist.

the two kissed sloppily in the kitchen, out in the open, with too much opportunity to get caught. neither of them cared.

y/n’s hands found a home in his hair, quinn emitting a low groan as she gently tugged at his waves.

she felt a heat growing between her legs, and an attempt to close them for relief was blocked by quinn pushing them back open with his hips.

y/n gasped, allowing quinn’s tongue entry, and as he explored her mouth with his, she felt him growing harder against her core, making the wetness in her shorts more difficult to ignore.

quinn panted heavily as he pulled away, still gripping at her waist, fingers hugging the bottom hem of her shirt,

“can i take this off?”

she buzzed at his words, nodding vigorously. with her consent, he raised the shirt above her body, y/n lifting her arms in assistance.

quinn wasted no time to kiss down her neck to her now exposed upper chest, sitting perfectly pretty in her bra. he sucked and nipped at the bare skin, earning quiet moans from her soft lips.

“mm—fuck quinn,” y/n threw her head back in pleasure, giving more room for quinn to litter her chest with marks. she didn’t even care if they were going to bruise tomorrow or who was going to saw. everyone else was on the back burner of her mind.

her praise only made him rougher, sucking harder into her skin, feeling himself getting more and more rowdy by the second.

his lips went up to claim hers again, tapping her thigh as a signal to wrap her legs around his waist. she listened, hooking herself around him. quinn lifted her up effortlessly, their kiss not being broken as he peeked his eyes open in a tenth of a second to see their way to his room.

with one hand tucked under y/n’s ass, he turned the knob to his bedroom door, stepping into the room before closing the door behind him with a light kick.

quinn’s legs met the edge of the bed, and he threw her down before making himself pry his lips from her’s, plump and slick from his.

“you’re still okay with his?” he asked, his thumb drawing circles on her hips.

“more than okay, please quinn. i need more.”

he nodded, taking a step back to take all of her in with his eyes.

she looked at him confused for a moment, before he talked,

“strip.”

she swallowed heavily, ready to obey his words. y/n wiggled out of her shorts, leaving her skin only covered by a black bra and panties.

“i said strip. all the way.”

her heart was about to come out of her chest, all of it was beginning to feel real, and that she was about to be naked and on display for jack’s brother.

only hearing the beating in her chest, quinn watched as y/n unhooked her bra first, tits bouncing with the action, and he thought he could cum in his pants right then and there.

y/n sat down on the bed, staring deeply into quinn’s eyes, slipping her black panties down her half parted legs, pussy wet and glistening from the moonlight shining through the window.

“fuck,” he whispered, unable to control his hand from falling to his crotch, beginning to palm himself through his shorts.

with a single hand, quinn took his shirt off, dipping his head down to kiss her naked thighs. y/n shuddered at his action, his kisses being everywhere except where she desperately needed them to be.

he hovered just above her core, “can i?”

“quinn please stop fucking asking and just do it,” y/n begged, squirming under him, desperate for his touch.

he licked a long stripe down her wet folds, y/n unable to control the guttural moan that escaped from her lips. her back arched in pleasure at the feeling of quinn’s lips sucking on her puffy clit, aching for attention.

he couldn’t stop; he was devouring her like it was his death row and she was his last meal, already addicted to the taste of her pussy on his tongue.

quinn pushed her hips down, sticking his tongue in her and his nose bumping against her clit with each motion. y/n felt knots twisting and forming in her stomach, a strong release forming, one that jack had never even came close to making her feel.

“mmph, shit quinn— gonna fucking cum, oh— my fuck,”

profanities spilled out of y/n’s mouth, but her pleasure was cut short as his dripping lips pulled away from her aching core, craving his touch.

she whined at the loss of contact, only to be met with quinn peeling off his shorts and underwear, his throbbing dick aching with desire from his tip.

“when i make you cum, i want it to be on my dick, pretty girl.”

y/n felt like she could’ve exploded right then and there, but she bit her lip, moving closer to the edge of the bed, giving quinn better access to line up with her.

he ran his dick between her wet folds a few times before inserting himself in her, the two let out gracious moans at the mutual pleasure.

quinn started slow, hips rolling back and forth, before quickening his pace to a pornographic speed.

his lips hooked onto y/n’s once again, sloppy and wet, both groaning into each others mouths with delight. in the kiss he captured both her wrists, pinning them above her head.

quinn broke the kiss to look at her with his brows furrowed, concentrated on fucking y/n senseless. her bottom lip was between her teeth, tits bouncing with the speed of his thrusts.

“fuck y/n, you feel so good on my dick, can he ever get you like this? a moaning fucked out mess? hm?”

his words barely registered in her ears, body buzzing as his dick continued to destroy her pussy.

“no, no, mm— you fuck me so much better quinn,” y/n did her best not to scream it, still aware that the other people in the house had the potential to hear them.

“gonna— cum— y/n— shit,” quinn huffed out between thrusts. she also felt the now familiar knots forming in her stomach, her release about to come.

his movements became sloppy as his release coated her walls, and at the same time, she painted his dick with her own.

they felt euphoric, quinn pulled out of her slowly, groaning as his dick came out of her.

y/n laid out on the bed panting with closed eyes, hearing the light flicker on from quinn’s connected bathroom.

she felt a wet towel meet her sensitive core, hissing at the feeling.

“sorry, just wanna clean you up first,”

y/n looked at quinn while he cleaned her with concentration, his body glistening with sweat and his messy hair slightly sticking to his forehead.

“thank you, quinn,”

y/n was breathless watching quinn go back into the bathroom, her chest still rapidly rising and falling. she felt herself grow more tired with each passing minute.

quinn came back from the bathroom with a different pair of underwear on, holding out a pair of his boxers to put on. y/n gladly accepted, slipping them up her body. she grabbed her bra from the floor, hooking it back on.

after she was partly dressed, he delivered her a sweet, soft kiss to her lips. different than any kind of kiss they had so far, this one was deep and loving; his hands gently cupping her face.

“stay with me,”

quinn’s proposition took her by surprise, thinking he was going to send her back to her room after all this, but no.

“quinn, i really shouldn’t, it’s not a good ide-”

“you and jack can figure your shit out later. as of right now, you’re mine.”

he was right and she knew it. he claimed her, and there was definitely going to be some kind of consequence for this. either way y/n and jack were going to have to figure their shit out, but to her, that was an issue for the morning.

“okay, i’ll stay.”

quinn smiled at her, planting a kiss on her forehead. he peeled away at his thick blue comforter, leaving space for the both of them to crawl inside. y/n felt herself more comfortable falling asleep with quinn than she did with jack, whatever that meant. but she didn’t care. his body was tangled with hers, falling asleep to the soft beat of his heart.

pt. 2

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so stella is anemic, what if one of her brothers finds her passed out bc of it

౨ৎ passing out spells and a misinformed quinny

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Stella loved how peaceful early mornings were at her brother's lake house, especially when she had the house to herself. Luke was staying with some friends for the weekend, Jack was out doing God knows what, and Quinn decided to wake up early and go to a rink close by to do some laps. After making sure Stella was okay with being home alone, she was having a rough week, her energy was low, and she was basically napping and relaxing all week. 

Stella was curled up on the couch watching Gilmore girls and eating, well more like picking at some cherries when Quinn kissed her forehead and said he would be back soon. Shouting out a ‘i love you’ before he left. Stella mumbled back an i love you as her tired eyes were focused on the big tv, watching as dean and Rory argue for what felt like the 10th time this episode. 

She was currently rewatching the show with Luke, so she was stuck rewatching the earlier episodes since Luke was adamant of them watching it together. Stella yawned and brought the blanket she was cuddled up in up to her shoulders, she honestly wasn't sure whose blanket it was, it was already on the couch. 

Stella watched 3 more episodes of Gilmore girls before she started to get stir crazy and hot under the blanket. She pushed the blanket off her legs and sat up from laying down, she searched for the remote and paused the tv in the middle of the theme song. She blinked a few times and let out a heavy breath, starting to feel a little nauseous. Maybe it was the smell of cherries? She thought as she looked down at the bowl filled with cherries on the coffee table. 

Stella always got really nauseous whenever she was on her period, like now. She grabbed the bowl and got up from the couch, too quickly as she saw white spots in her vision. Stella ignored the nausea and the dizzy feeling she was used to and slowly walked out of the living room and into the kitchen to put the cherries in the fridge. 

She held onto the corner of the island counter after she put away the cherries, the dizzy feeling was much worse and the pounding in the back of her head became unbearable. Stella winced at the pounding in her head, closing her eyes and hoping that it would help. She felt that familiar fear of passing out, she slowly walked back into the living room, her legs and hands trembling. 

She grabbed onto the edge of the couch as she tried to lean against it, but she felt her knees become weak and her grip on the couch slip, her eyes roll back as she collapses on the living room floor with a thump. The last thing on her mind was that she was alone. 

Quinn hums along to the song playing on the radio channel Stella had put on the last time she was in the car with him, he wasn't sure what the song was, but he had heard Stella listen to it many times. His car would almost always turn into Stella's whenever they were together, her things in the backseat, her ChapStick or lip glosses in the cup holders. He wasn't complaining though, he missed it when he was away. 

He drove into the driveway and shut off his car, sliding his keys into his pocket and grabbing the cherry ChapStick in the cupholder that he remembered Stella complained to Cole about her losing it. He slid it into his pocket before getting out of the car and going to the trunk to grab his hockey bag. He gets his keys out his pocket and locks the car as he walks up to the front door and unlocks the door, a sigh of relief leaving his lips now that he's home. 

Quinn closes the door behind him and drops his hockey bag near the front door, tossing his keys on the island counter in the kitchen. He was confused when he didn't hear the sound of the tv, but then again maybe she went up to her room. “Stella, I'm home!” Quinn shouts out and he gets no answer, he knows she could be sleeping but he got a weird feeling in his chest that something was wrong. 

Quinn set the water bottle he pulled out of the fridge on the counter and made his way out of the kitchen and into the living room. Quinn's eyes drop to the floor of the living room and his eyes widen in fear and worry when he sees his sister's heart patterned socks peeking out from in front of the couch. Quinn quickly made his way around the crouch, and he dropped to his knees at Stella's side when he saw her unconscious on the ground. 

“Stella? Estella, can you hear me?” Quinn frantically spoke loudly, his tone filled with worry as he quickly but gently rolled Stella to lay on her back, one of his hands on the back of his littles sister's head as he tilted it back to clear her airways. His heart was almost beating out of his chest as he tried to remember all the steps of helping someone who's unconscious. 

He turned his body to reach and grab a pillow off the couch to put under Stella's legs but quickly turns back to his little sister when he hears the weak groan leaving her pale pink lips. Quinn brought his hands to cup stella’s face, gently forcing her to open her eyes as he rubbed his thumbs on her cheeks “Hey, hey stella can you hear me ⸺ c’mon open your eyes.” 

“Oww” Stella sleepily whined out as she gained full consciousness. She was confused, she had no idea what was going on or what happened. All she knew was that her head was killing her, and her ass was numb. Stella slowly fluttered her eyes open, a wince leaving her lips at the bright light of the living room. Stella blinked a few times trying to get used to the light, Stella's hand gripped onto the fur of the rug, and she tried to flatten her palm to lift herself up from the uncomfortable floor. 

“Not so fast, it's okay just lay back down” Quinn spoke softly as he grabbed a pillow from the couch and slipped it under her head so she could rest it comfortably. Quinn kept his eyes on his little sister, they were still filled with worry. Stella groans and rests her head on the pillow looking up at her brother as she whispers, “What happened?” 

“Looks like you passed out ⸺ when were you gonna tell me you could do that hmm?” Quinn jokes with a weak smile, knowing that Stella would panic the more she thought of it. Stella sniffles and tries to smile at her brother's attempt to make her feel better, she was starting to remember what had happened. She replied quietly “Thought I’d surprise ya” 

“Consider me surprised” Quinn sighed, he gently moved some of Stella's hair out of her face before he stood up. “Don't move okay, I'm going to get your iron pills and something for you to drink.” 

Stella weakly nodded and watched as her big brother rushed into the kitchen. Stella waited for a few moments before she tried again to sit up, this time she was much more successful. Stella groaned quietly as she slowly stood up and sat on the couch, pulling the blanket over her lap and closing her eyes. In through your nose, out through your mouth. Stella chanted in her head as she did her breathing exercise, hoping that it would help with the pounding in her head. 

“I told you not to move ⸺ they say you have to lay down for 10 minutes” Quinn groaned as he walked into the living room to see stella snuggled up on the couch, of course she didn't listen to him. ‘They’ being the internet. Quinn had scoured the internet for as much information he could get about Stella's anemia and what to do if she passed out when she was diagnosed. 

“They also say you shouldn't put a pillow under someone's head after they pass out” Stella says matter-of-factly as she looks up at her brother who was holding out a cold glass of orange juice, the other hand holding two iron pills. 

“What? ⸺ and you're just telling me this now?” Quinn gaped as Stella took the glass and pills into her hands. Stella rolled her eyes and swallowed the two pills with a big mouthful of orange juice. She looks up at her brother who was giving her an unimpressed look, he took her health and safety very seriously. Stella gave him an innocent smile and just simply shrugged “It was a really comfy pillow.” 

“Where are you going?” Stella questioned him as he shook his head in disbelief and turned around to walk out of the living room, his hands on his hips as he dramatically walked out. All of her brothers were so damn dramatic . . . but so was she. She hears Quinn shout his answer from the kitchen and the sound of him unzipping his bag for his phone “Going to call mom and tell her you haven't been taking your pills.” 

“They also say you shouldn't put me through any stress or yell at me” Stella shouted back with a playful smile, she took another sip from the glass while she picked up the remote and started looking for something new to watch. Already feeling much better. 

“Now you're just making shit up!” Quinn shouted back with a roll of his eyes, knowing that his little sister was just teasing him. Quinn paused his movement of searching up their moms contact when he heard the faint sound of her laughter, a smile coming across his lips when he heard her sassily shout a reply. 

“It's completely true and reasonable!” 

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prompt: Quinn Hughes x Zegras sister! reader Jack Hughes x Zegras Sister! reader, friends to lovers, trouple, slightly angst

chapter 2: Little Bee

Wc: around 2k

nda: hello everyone! back here! happy you liked the first chapter, hope you appreciate the second, this will be a smut story, in the next chapter you will have a taste, have a good one babies!

The Hughes’ lake house is huge—like, ridiculously huge. A full-blown mansion near the water, with a wide, sunlit porch, perfectly trimmed grass, and the kind of fresh Michigan air that makes you want to breathe in deep and forget everything else.

Trevor hauls your bag out of the car while you push your sunglasses up your nose, trying to shake off the last remnants of your hangover.

The wind is warm but not unbearable, the scent of pine and lake water mixing in the air. It’s summer, and it feels like it.

“FELLAS!” Trevor’s voice cuts through the quiet, way too loud for your pounding head. You groan, rubbing your temples.

And then, just like with Trevor at the airport, you really see them.

Jack is the first one outside—his hair longer, his frame broader, looking more like a man than the cocky, sassy kid you remember. His signature smirk tugs at his lips as he scans you up and down, eyes dark with undisguised interest.

Quinn follows, and—holy fuck.

Quinn Hughes is not how you remembered him. His hair, just like Jack’s, is longer, curling slightly at the ends. His hazel-green eyes land on you with a gaze that’s impossible to read—piercing, deep, as if he’s trying to see past your skin and into something else. Different from Jack, who wears his expressions openly, Quinn holds his emotions back, making it harder to tell what’s going on in his head.

And then there’s Luke—taller, still carrying that puppy-like enthusiasm, but built stronger now, with the same defined edges of an athlete. His smile when he sees you is real, warm, and genuine.

“Hey.” It’s all you manage to say when they finally reach you, their eyes roaming your figure—two of them with something unreadable behind their gaze.

Looking at you like a prey.

“Hey, little Zegras—though ‘little’ doesn’t seem to fit anymore,” Jack teases, stepping into your space without hesitation, his body heat wrapping around you before you can even think. He hugs you, hands lingering a little too long on your hips.

This isn’t like Trevor’s hug.

Trevor’s hug feels like home.

Jack’s? Jack’s feels like a live wire.

“Let us say hi too, would you?” Quinn’s voice is smooth, deep, a little rough like he just woke up. It’s a voice you could get lost in if you’re not careful.

When he steps closer, all you can think about is green.

Green like his eyes.

Green like the grass beneath your feet.

Green like the world spinning too fast around you.

His arms wrap around you, and it’s different from Jack—it’s all-encompassing, solid, like he could hold you there forever if he wanted.

“You’ve changed,” Quinn murmurs, voice amused but distant.

“Yeah, you too.”

“I mean it,” he says, pulling back slightly, his eyes searching yours. “You’ve really changed, little Bee.”

Two words. Countless memories.

Little Bee.

That’s what Quinn used to call you every summer before you left, back when you always wore something yellow—a bracelet, a hair clip, anything, because yellow was your favorite color.

You shake your head, breaking the embrace before he can say anything else.

“Don’t call me that,” you mutter. “Never could stand it.”

A hand suddenly drapes over your shoulder, and before you even process it, you’re pressed against Jack’s chest. His smirk is impossible to ignore as he tilts his head at you, dark eyes shining with something unreadable.

“Well, little Z,” Jack hums, voice teasing but low, “Quinn’s right. You’ve changed.”

Before you can react, he slides your sunglasses off your face, fingers barely brushing your skin.

You don’t move.

You can’t move.

Jack’s only an inch away, gaze flickering over your features, and your body reacts before your brain can catch up.

“Tattoos, huh?” he whispers near your ear.

The way his voice drops, the way his eyes flicker over the ink on your arms, your ribs—you have to put distance between you. Now.

You push him off, not too hard, just enough.

“Yeah,” you mutter. “Tattoos.”

“Come on, little Z,” Luke grins, oblivious to the tension crackling in the air. “Come settle into your old bedroom.”

His hug is easy, light-hearted, like a breath of fresh air. You laugh, ruffling his hair like you used to when he was younger, but even as you walk toward the house, you can still feel it.

Two pairs of eyes, locked onto you.

And for the first time in years, you have no idea what’s going to happen next.

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The night settles in thick and warm, the bonfire crackling as conversation weaves in and out, beer bottles clinking together in lazy toasts.

Trevor and Jack are already deep into some bullshit argument about who’s better at beer pong, Luke is laughing, and you?

You’re just watching.

Watching how familiar this all feels. Watching how Jack is still loud, cocky, magnetic—a walking distraction. Watching how Quinn, on the other hand, is quiet, steady, but still somehow commands attention without even trying.

It’s Quinn who ends up next to you, his beer bottle dangling loosely from his fingers, his gaze flicking to you as the music hums in the background.

“Didn’t think we’d actually see you back here,” he says after a while, voice low but clear over the crackle of the fire.

You lift a brow, taking a sip from your drink. “Yeah? Thought I’d just disappear forever?”

Quinn shrugs, but there’s something behind his expression—something unreadable, like he’s thinking too much.

“Four years is a long time.”

You hum, rolling the bottle between your fingers. “It is. But you know how it goes—school, life, things happen.”

Quinn nods, glancing toward the fire where Trevor is dramatically gesturing about some embarrassing shit Jack did years ago.

“And now?” Quinn asks, turning back to you. “You done with school?”

You nod, stretching your legs out in front of you. “Yeah. Finally. Degree in business. I mean, who knows if I’ll actually use it, but hey, it looks nice on paper.”

Quinn smirks. “Zegras with a business degree. That’s dangerous.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Right? Trevor barely takes himself seriously. Imagine him trying to take me seriously in an office.”

Quinn’s eyes flick over your face, lingering just a second too long.

“You don’t look the same.”

It catches you off guard. “What?”

His gaze drops, taking you in, really taking you in—the tattoos on your arms, the silver glint of your grillz when the firelight hits just right, the way your hair is longer now, a different shade from when you were younger. You’re not that kid anymore.

“You’re different,” Quinn clarifies. “Not just—” He gestures vaguely, like that’ll explain everything. “You just are.”

You pause, not really sure what to say to that.

“Yeah, well,” you finally murmur, “time does that.”

Quinn nods slowly, like he gets it.

“Still the same in some ways, though,” he says, almost like it’s an afterthought.

You tilt your head, curiosity flickering in your chest. “Yeah? How’s that?”

Quinn glances at you, his hazel-green eyes reflecting the firelight, before he lets out a small breath of laughter.

“You still look at things like you’re trying to figure them out.”

It’s such a weirdly specific thing to say, but it makes something tighten in your chest.

Before you can say anything, Jack calls out from across the fire—“Yo, Quinn, stop hogging the guest of honor!”—and just like that, the moment slips through your fingers.

Quinn just shakes his head, amused, but before he moves to get up, he glances at you one more time.

“You glad to be back?”

You pause, thinking about it, about the past few hours, about the way Jack looks at you, about the way Quinn still feels like something steady, like something you didn’t realize you missed.

“Yeah,” you say, voice softer than you mean it to be. “I think I am.”

And for a second, Quinn just watches you—really watches you.

“Good,” he says, before standing up, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the fire.

And maybe—just maybe—you’re not the only one who’s changed.

But just as Quinn walks away, just as you try to pull yourself together, Jack slides into the empty seat next to you, a slow smirk already on his lips.

“So,” he says, his voice dripping with that signature Jack Hughes arrogance, “which one of us did you miss the most?”

You scoff, shaking your head, but Jack just laughs, nudging your knee with his.

It’s going to be a long summer.

chapter 3: https://www.tumblr.com/decadentwerewolfdreamer/778560081877991424/heatwave-jh86-qh43

chapter 4: https://www.tumblr.com/decadentwerewolfdreamer/780171862711975936/heatwave-jh86-qh43

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