#also hugh is alive and well

[airandangels]

I like how in Prodigy a major part of the slightly cracked older Wesley's motivation for saving the universe is "My mom lives here."

[lastwave]

concept of the slendermansion is so fucking funny. no matter how u do it. theyre all like trapped there (will kill each other or at the very least maim each other) and split off into vaguely toxic groups and then theres like. BEN. why is he there. how is he trapped there. its so good.

[hughesbrothersfanpage]

Stay Home With Me

Jack Hughes x Zegras!Reader

WC: 1.6k

Summary: Jack wants to go golfing with the guys, but you have other plans for him.

Warnings: SMUT! oral (m receiving), dirty talking, brief mention of balls (sorry), F!reader but no use of Y/N, Jack thinks it’s kind of funny that he’s banging his best friend’ sister

A/N: I know I promised a Quinn fluff first and I swear to GOD it’s coming but I’ve been having an AO3 author level bad few weeks and somehow it’s easier to write a bj than anything romantic rn. Also more Hughes!Sister insta edits coming soon!

Jack thinks you’re asleep as he tiptoes around the room getting dressed as quietly as he can. You’re wide awake, though, plotting and scheming to get him to skip golfing with the boys and spend the day in bed with you.

They’ve gone three days in a row now, eighteen holes each time, and you’re dying for some alone time with your boyfriend.

You’re still pretending to sleep when Jack leans over you to press a kiss to your forehead. “Bye, baby,” he whispers.

It’s then you pounce, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him down to your chest.

“Oof,” he winces as his arms give out and you trap him.

“Don’t leave,” you whine.

Jack laughs, lifting his face to kiss you softly. “I gotta go babe, the guys are gonna want to leave any minute.”

One of your hands drifts from his back, coming up to gently trace his lips. You’ve got a small pout on your face, and Jack couldn’t possibly find you any more endearing.

“Stay home with me.” Your thumb pulls gently at his bottom lip and Jack feels his resolve begin to crack. He goes to protest, but you’re quick to cut him off. “I will blow you right now if you stay home with me.”

Jack’s mouth falls open. “Right now?” he asks, cheeks burning bright red when his voice cracks from excitement.

“Right now,” you confirm. He pulls himself from you in a flash, nearly running to the door and pulling it open.

“Hey, guys?” he calls out. “I’m not feeling so hot. You go ahead without me today.”

There’s loud laughter from downstairs. “I told you not to eat that sushi in the fridge! It smelled off, man!” Trevor shouts up at him. Jack smirks to himself. If only Trevor knew what he was really up to. Your brother would probably knock his head clean off.

There’s a chorus of ‘goodbyes’ as Jack closes the door. You’re sitting up in bed now, staring at him like you’re going to eat him alive. He can’t wait.

“Take your shirt off, handsome,” you command softly. He ditches his hat and shoes quickly before tugging his shirt up and off. “You’re so pretty, Jack,” you murmur as you stand and make your way to him.

With a hand on his chest you back him up until he hits the wall. You take your time unbuckling his pants and pushing them down, going so slow that Jack feels like he’s losing his mind. You’re even more mean when it comes to his underwear, palming him through his boxers until he’s on the verge of tears. You take pity on him eventually, freeing his dick from his underwear and pressing small kisses around the head.

Jack whines. From base to tip, you trace the vein on the underside of his cock with a flat tongue. His thighs shake with effort, struggling to stand from the feeling of your lips and tongue on arguably the most sensitive part of his body. Jack is a mess of broken moans and muttered curses as you do everything but put it in your mouth.

“Baby,” he whines, well beyond caring how desperate he sounds.

You pull away, replacing your tongue with your hand, stroking him slowly. Your thumb brushes over his leaking tip with every pass, and you revel in the way he shudders.

“I’ve been trying to get you alone for four days, and you’re telling me you can’t handle a little teasing?”

His face burns red at your condescending tone, but his dick twitches in your hand anyway. You rest your face on his thigh, looking up at him with doe eyes as you wait expectantly for his answer. The way you bat your lashes leaves his mind totally blank. All Jack can do is watch slack jawed as you flick your wrist lazily, your grip just loose enough to deny him any real relief.

“I want you to ask nicely, Jack,” you murmur before mouthing at the skin of his hip, leaving a few love bites in your wake.

He whimpers, honest to god whimpers, chewing at his bottom lip. “Please,” Jack croaks.

He cries out when you pull your hand away. “Please, what? Use your words,” you chide.

“Put it in your mouth baby, please,” Jack begs.

You smile up at him. “See? Now was that so hard?”

Any reply he might’ve come up with dies on his lips as you take him into your mouth. He throbs as you swirl your tongue around the head.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so good to me,” he grunts.

You hum as you take him further down your throat, using your hand to make up for what doesn’t fit. One of his shaking hands grips the edge of the doorframe, and the other tangles itself in your hair. He guides your head as you suck him off, grunting softly when you hollow your cheeks.

The feeling of your mouth is dizzying, and you look so pretty on your knees for him that he’s already embarrassingly close. You pull off for a moment to catch your breath.

“You’re incredible,” Jack moans as you stroke his cock.

You smile but don’t answer. Instead, you duck your head and run your tongue over his balls. “Oh, fuck!” Jack yelps. You can only hope that all of the boys are gone, because if even one of them is home, the two of you are fucked. “You are so fucking hot. I don’t deserve you, I-“

You cut off Jack’s rambling by taking him back in your mouth, as deep as you can handle until he hits the back of your throat. His hips thrust involuntarily, and you gag around his cock. You take it like a champ, breathing through your nose and never letting up your pace.

“Fuck,” Jack cries. “You’re so fucking good, I’m so close baby.”

You caress his thighs softly as he nears the edge, putting all your focus toward blowing his mind. His hips stutter, and he cums down your throat with a loud groan. Slowly you pull away and stick out your tongue to show you swallowed.

Jack helps you up from your knees and kisses you gratefully. He tries slipping you some tongue, but you pull away.

“Jack, I have blowjob mouth. I’m gonna brush my teeth, you get back in bed. You’re mine for the rest of the day.”

Jack grins as he nods. “Yes ma’am,” he replies.

He looks so good when you return, sprawled over the bed in just his boxers, hair falling perfectly over his face. You want to devour him all over again.

By the time the guys get back from golfing, you and Jack have fucked in your bed, the shower, and the kitchen.

The kitchen had been a close call. You’d both still been panting, reveling in the afterglow of really good sex, only just pulling your underwear back on when you heard car doors slamming. With a shriek you’d bolted back to your room, stumbling hand in hand up the stairs with Jack who couldn’t stop laughing.

Now you’re laying together in bed, trying to catch your breath, in absolute stitches over almost being caught. When the burning in your lungs subsides, you sigh and snuggle into Jack’s open arms, suddenly exhausted.

“Tired, baby?” he asks, brushing some hair away from your flushed face.

“Mhm,” you mumble, pushing your face into his neck.

His hands slip under your (his) tshirt, rubbing firm circles over your overworked muscles. “We can take a nap,” he says quietly.

“Mmm.”

Jack can tell you’re on the verge of passing out, so he just smiles and continues to massage your back. Your bliss is harshly interrupted when someone bangs on the door.

“What?” Jack yells, annoyed.

You’d forgotten to lock the door, so your brother pokes his head in. Thank god the covers are pulled up, hiding your nearly-naked lower bodies.

“We got lunch. You feeling any better?” Trevor asks.

Jack nods, biting back a smart comment. “Yeah, had a migraine but it’s better now,” he says instead.

“That’s good, man,” Trevor replies. “Well, we got pizza. Come down before it gets cold.” He goes to shut the door, but pauses. “And for the love of god, Jack, put on a shirt.”

Your cheeks burn, hidden in Jack’s neck. You haven’t moved an inch, hoping Trevor assumes you’re asleep and leaves. It works, and you prop yourself up a little as you hear the door click shut.

“For the love of god, Jack, put some pants on too!” you giggle, snapping the waistband of his boxers.

“Hey,” he whines. “I haven’t had pants on all day and you haven’t complained once.”

“I have to put on pants too,” you try to compromise. “No one wants to see the hickeys on my thighs.”

Jack scoffs. “I do!”

You kiss him softly before swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. “Well then you better come with me and eat lunch. After that, I’ll take my pants off and we can have that nap I was promised.”

Jack reaches for the pair of sweatpants he’d left on the floor that morning when getting changed and pulls them up his legs. By the time he gets a shirt on, you’ve slipped back into your pajama pants and one of his old sweatshirts.

“Shit, babe, my legs,” you groan, unsteady on your feet, thighs burning and more than a little sore.

Jack grins, beyond proud of himself. “Keep it together, sexy. Your brother would freak if he knew what we were up to while they were gone.”

You shake your head as you reach for the doorknob. “He still hasn’t forgiven you for the first time he walked in on us. He nearly punched you.”

A small smirk makes its way to his lips. “He did punch me, after. And it was totally worth it.”

[nylqnder]

HANDS TO MYSELF QUINN HUGHES

pairing: fem!reader x quinn hughes

summary: after weeks of clashing schedules, yours and quinns calendars finally align for a much-desired date night.

warnings: veerrryyy sexually charged (but no smut), quinn and reader are very much in love, quinn being a lil bit horny, makeout

wc: 2.45k

notes: came so close to writing smut for this fic but i didn't think it would be good. also here is the dress i'm describing if you care!

In a serendipitous alignment of your overfilled schedules, the night finally arrives. Weeks of clashing obligations, games, appointments, practices, and disappointments converge to clear a single slot in time, and Quinn, ever the romantic planner, had spent the entire day coordinating for it. He’d spun a few webs to secure a table at Riley’s, a restaurant that you knew had been booked solid for months. The restaurant itself was peak elegance, serving high-end food with the best of service.

You pulled the black, satin dress that hung in its garment bag out from the back of your closet. It was a dress that had been waiting, forgotten but pristine, for an evening like this. You stepped into the dress, pulling the zipper, but realizing that the button at the top would need the aid of Quinn. Your makeup was done, hair pulled up into a messy, but planned bun on the top of your head. You check your reflection, every detail scrutinized until it's perfect. In the low-lit glow of your vanity mirror, you look radiant, a piece of art made alive.

When you’re finally ready, you drift into the living room where Quinn is waiting. He rises at your entrance, and the room seems to shrink around you. His silence feels louder than any compliment. His eyes take you in, from the cut-outs at your waist to the way the fabric hugs and accentuates the curves of your body perfectly.

Then, as if he can no longer contain it, he utters, “You look… I can’t believe how stunning you are.” His voice is reverent as if you were something divine and beautiful he had stumbled upon.

“Thank you, baby,” you say softly. You take him in as well, the chocolate-colored suit tailored to fit him perfectly, the white dress shirt unbuttoned slightly to show off the curves of his chest. “Can you help me do up the button?”

You turn around, exposing the deep, plunging back to Quinn. When he catches sight of your exposed back, you swear you hear him let out a whimper. His calloused fingers brush against your back, attaching the button. The sensation of his lips pressing a light kiss to the back of your neck sends goosebumps all over.

“All done,” he says in a breathy voice.

As you turn to face him, your heart skips a beat, taking in the intensity in his eyes. There’s a simmering hunger in his gaze like he's seeing you in an entirely new light and savoring every inch of the view. For a moment, his fingertips linger on your bare shoulder, his thumb tracing gentle circles over your skin. He’s close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating off him, and the subtle scent of his cologne fills the air around you. The magnetism between you is undeniable, making it easy to get lost in the moment.

Quinn’s eyes drift from yours to your plump, gloss-covered lips, then back up to meet your gaze, smoldering and almost pleading. You feel the tension between you both rise, quiet electricity sparking in the space between your bodies, drawing you closer. He leans in, lips barely grazing your ear, his breath hot as he murmurs, “You sure we have to go to dinner?”

The way he says it makes your heart race, a low hum of excitement settling in your stomach. He’s looking at you as though dinner could wait, as though the evening he planned so meticulously is suddenly the furthest thing from his mind. You manage a playful smile, resting your hands on his chest and pressing back ever so slightly to keep a sliver of space between you.

“Quinn,” you whisper, forcing a bit of composure back into your voice. “I don’t even want to know what you had to do to get a reservation at Riley’s. And if we don’t leave now, we’re going to miss our reservation.”

He lets out a soft groan, but a smile tugs at his lips. “Fine, but only because I’ve waited long enough for this night.” His hands slowly fall from your shoulders, lingering a moment longer than they need to. He takes a step back, slipping one hand into yours, as if reluctant to let you out of his grasp even for a second.

Hand in hand, you head to the car, the cool evening air a gentle contrast to the warm intimacy that still lingers from Quinn’s touch. He opens the passenger door for you, his eyes never leaving you as you slide into the seat. He closes the door softly, circling around to the driver's side.

Once he’s settled in and starts the car, his hand immediately finds yours, fingers interlocking as he gives you a quick, admiring glance. You feel his eyes linger, that same look of reverence and wonder as he takes in the sight of you beside him.

“Eyes on the road, Mr. Romantic,” you tease gently, squeezing his hand.

He laughs, but there’s a slight flush on his cheeks. “It’s a little hard to focus when you look like that,” he admits. “That dress was practically designed to distract me.”

You shake your head, though you can’t deny how his words send a thrill through you. He’s still sneaking glances, unable to help himself, his fingers gently tracing circles on the back of your hand as he drives.

As you arrive at Riley’s, you’re greeted with the soft glow of candlelight spilling from the windows, the gentle hum of jazz drifting into the night air. The restaurant is elegant in a timeless way, with dim lighting and warm wooden accents that create an intimate, welcoming atmosphere. Quinn helps you out of the car, his hand finding the small of your back as he guides you through the grand entrance, where the maître d’ greets you with a polite nod.

“Right this way, Mr. Hughes,” she says with a warm smile, as though she too knows how special this night is. You’re led to a private corner booth tucked away from the rest of the tables. A single candle rests in the center, casting a warm glow across the table.

Quinn pulls your chair out for you, his hand grazing your shoulder as you sit. His gaze never leaves yours as he settles across from you, his expression one of barely contained awe. “I wasn’t exaggerating before,” he says softly, leaning in. “You look absolutely breathtaking.”

You feel your cheeks heat under his intense gaze, and you find yourself smiling, eyes twinkling as you return the compliment. “And you look incredible too, Quinn. That suit… I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look so good.”

A waiter approaches, and Quinn orders a bottle of wine, one you remember J.T. Miller suggesting the two of you try if you’re willing to shell out a bit of money on a bottle. As the bottle arrives and the wine is poured, Quinn raises his glass to you, his eyes catching the candlelight.

“To you,” he murmurs, his voice low and warm.

“To us,” you correct. You clink glasses, each sip bringing a pleasant buzz that only heightens the already electrifying atmosphere.

For a while, your conversation is playful and light. You talk about little things — reminiscing over memories that make you laugh, filling in each other on anecdotes that got lost in your busy lives. Quinn leans in, his attention unwavering, absorbing every word with a soft, amused grin. Every facet of him is distracting to you - the way his fingers play with the stem of his wine glass, how he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth when he listens so intently to you telling a story, and the unmissable gleam in his eye when he looks at you.

You each glance half-heartedly at the menu, but quickly abandon it, unable to tear your focus away from each other. The conversation flows with a surprising ease, touching on topics deep and trivial. He confides how strange it felt to find the perfect suit, mentioning how he asked Jack if it was too much. You smile, knowing how important tonight must be for him to fuss over something like that.

“I can't tell you how good it feels to finally be here with you. It’s been a rough couple of weeks.” His expression shifts, his normally relaxed face showing traces of the stress that he’s been carrying.

“I know,” you say, reaching across the table to place your hand over his. “It feels like every time we tried to plan something, something would get in the way. Between your games, my projects…”

He lets out a long breath and gives a slight nod. “Yeah, it’s just been so much with the season, and all I’ve wanted is a night like this. Just you and me.” His eyes soften, and you feel his hand give yours a soft squeeze, grounding both of you at this moment. “Games have been intense lately. And I love it, but… I miss you,” he confesses, his voice almost whispering.

Your heart swells at his honesty. You can see the weariness in him, but there's also a kind of vulnerable tenderness in the way he’s looking at you now. “I miss you, too. But I’m really proud of you, Quinn. I see how much you put into it.”

He smiles, his gaze dropping to your lips for a moment before flicking back up to your eyes, his expression soft yet intent. “That means a lot to me, more than you know.” He leans in just slightly, a private, mischievous grin slipping onto his face. “But honestly, right now? All I want is to be with you. Just us.”

“Well,” you reply, leaning closer to Quinn. “Here we are. Just the two of us.”

His thumb traces slow, deliberate circles on your wrist, sending sparks up your arm. “Yeah,” he murmurs, his voice low and earnest. “Exactly where I want to be.” His eyes drop to the faint glow of the candlelight on your face, and he seems to lose himself in the view.

But the tender moment is interrupted as the waiter returns to take your orders. Reluctantly, Quinn tears his gaze from you, giving his order in a tone that is a bit rushed. You can’t help but smile at his eagerness as you place your own order, stealing glances at him. The waiter leaves, and a comfortable silence settles over you both, the soft jazz music a fitting backdrop to the intimacy between you.

Quinn leans forward, elbows on the table, his fingers interlaced as he studies you again. “I know we’ve been waiting for a night out for forever but…” His voice dips into a quiet murmur, like he’s sharing a secret, “If you told me we could just go home right now, I wouldn’t even blink.”

You laugh, shaking your head slightly, but there’s a warm blush in your cheeks at his words. “Quinn Hughes, you’re telling me you’re willing to give up the table that you pulled some serious strings to get, all because you don’t know if you can keep it in your pants?”

“Yes, exactly that,” he says without missing a beat, his expression growing serious. “Do you know how hard it is to just sit here with you in that dress and keep my hands to myself?”

The boldness in his voice takes you by surprise, and it sends a thrill through you. His words are a reminder of the magnetic pull between you, one that hasn’t faded since the beginning of your relationship. A playful smirk tugs at the corner of your lips. “You know,” you say, voice barely above a whisper, “I’d almost believe you didn’t want this night as much as I did.”

Quinn reaches across the table, capturing your hand in his as his thumb glides over your skin, the touch featherlight yet stirring. “Trust me,” he murmurs, voice thick with sincerity, “I want tonight. Every part of it. But right now, it’s taking everything I have not to pull you out of here and make you mine before our food gets here.”

Your breath catches at the intensity in his voice, the raw honesty in his words unraveling you. The ambiance of the restaurant fades into the background; it’s as if the two of you are in a world of your own, insulated by shared desire and the gravity of this long-awaited moment.

You lean forward, your eyes locked onto his with equal fervor. “I guess we could always… take the food to go,” you whisper, testing the waters.

A glimmer of excitement flashes in his gaze. “Are you serious?” he asks, barely able to keep his voice steady, as though the thought alone is almost too good to believe.

Your fingers trace slow patterns over the top of his hand. “Quinn, this night is already perfect… you went above and beyond to make it perfect. But, truth be told, we could’ve just ordered Chinese food and I would have been just as happy. I just want to be with you”

Quinn signals for the waitress, quickly requesting the check and your ordered meals in boxes with a smoothness that belies the fire simmering beneath his calm exterior. He leans over and gives her a charming but hurried excuse about needing to leave for a family matter, handing over his card before she can even respond. The minutes it takes to process feel like an eternity, but Quinn’s hand rests over yours, grounding you in the electric silence shared between you.

Finally, the waitress returns, and he leaves a generous tip before helping you to your feet. You weave through the restaurant together, stealing glances and half-hidden smiles, every step charged with anticipation.

Outside, the city air hits cool and refreshing, but the chill is quickly forgotten as Quinn’s hand finds its familiar place on your thigh once you’re seated in the car. His fingers trail subtle, teasing patterns that have your pulse racing, yet he maintains a sense of composure, his gaze focused forward as he drives the short distance back to your place. You both sense the unspoken thrill of getting back as quickly as possible, yet his hand remains on you, tethering you to the rising tension.

When he finally pulls into the driveway, neither of you wastes a moment. The world outside becomes a blur as you make your way up the steps to the front door, his lips already brushing against your neck as you struggle with the key. By the time you stumble through the door, his mouth finds yours, and the soft click of the door closing behind you is drowned out by the rush of your heartbeat.

[brainddeadd]

Ok so I was thinking what about baby devil going on break between season and deciding not to message the guys cause she doesn't wanna feel like a burden or like she's annoying them

Out of Sight, Out of Mind?

The offseason was supposed to be a time to relax, unwind, and breathe after months of non-stop hockey. Y/N had plans—travel, sleep, maybe even touch grass—but the one thing she wasn’t going to do? Bother the guys.

Not that they ever said she was annoying, but… she knew how it went. The season was long, they were always together, and now that they finally had a break, they probably didn’t want their baby teammate blowing up their phones.

So, for the first time since she joined the team, she let the group chat sit on read.

No memes.

No random voice notes of her making noises.

No unhinged chirps.

Silence.

At first, it wasn’t hard. She filled the time with workouts, summer plans, and whatever new hyperfixation caught her attention. But by week two, it started to feel… weird. The quiet was too quiet.

She missed the chirping, the chaos, the way Jack would text just to complain about something stupid, or the way Dawson would promise to FaceTime but never follow through. She missed Nico’s "Are you alive?" check-ins and Luke’s half-assed reactions to whatever nonsense she sent.

She missed them.

But maybe they didn’t miss her.

Maybe they were happy for the break.

So she said nothing.

Jack Hughes (The Complainer)

Two and a half weeks in, Jack Hughes finally snapped.

Jacky Boi: did u die???

Jacky Boi: r u in a ditch???

Jacky Boi: why the fuck is it so quiet????

When she didn’t answer right away, her phone rang.

"Okay, what the hell," Jack said the second she picked up. "Did you block me? Did you die? Are you in witness protection?"

Y/N blinked. "Hi to you too."

"Don’t ‘hi’ me. Where the fuck have you been?"

"Uh… existing?"

"Okay, well, stop that and come back. Group chat is dead. Luke is sending workout stats like a loser. Nico asked us about ‘summer reading.’ We’re suffering."

Y/N snorted. "Maybe I figured you guys needed a break from me."

A pause. Then—

Jack’s voice, flat and unimpressed: "That’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard."

Luke Hughes (The Low-Effort Worrier)

Not even an hour later, Luke texted.

Lukey: ur alive?

Baby devil: did jack tell you to check?

Lukey: no? but like. ur usually loud. and now ur not. weird.

She smiled at her phone.

Baby devil: miss me?

Lukey: no. i just want normal gc content again. jack is so annoying.

Baby devil: Awww, you love me <3

Lukey: shut up.

Nico Hischier (The Responsible Captain™)

A few days later, Nico finally reached out.

Cap: I don’t mean to bother you, but are you okay?

Baby devil: Yeah, why?

Cap: You’ve been quiet. Just wanted to make sure everything is good.

Y/N hesitated before typing.

Baby devil: I didn’t want to be annoying. Figured you guys needed a break from me.

This time, the response was instant.

Cap: That’s ridiculous. You’re not annoying. We miss you. Text back more.

Cap: Also, Jack is spiraling. Please send a meme or something before he makes another TikTok.

She laughed out loud.

Maybe she was an idiot.

Maybe she should’ve known they’d miss her too.

[uruzuy3]

Translation of Servamp drama CD in the final manga volume

Law: Nii-san！Nii-san Kuro: ……Umm？ Law: Really, when did you start sleeping? Law: Lawless-chan has come to visit you Kuro: …Oh���Lawless, What's going on, am I dreaming? Law: Dreaming? Kuro: I recalled some things from the past Law: I see Kuro: …no, It's okay Law: Well, I understand. Nii-san, you feel lonely, right? Kuro: Ah? Law: It's been a long time since Mahiru left. Kuro: I'm not lonely, you know that too, this day will eventually come Kuro: And you, aren't you going? grave cleaning Law: Even if I go to the grave… Law: But Nii-san, aren't you going? The Shirota family's graves…is very close Kuro:I am hesitant Kuro: In Japan, there is a custom called 'Obon', where grave cleaning is usually done in summer Kuro: But this drama CD was released in winter, so the seasons don't match up…

Mahi: Hey! Don't jump into heavy topics. Kuro: Oh, Mahiru's back. Kuro: Welcome home. Law: Welcome home. Mahi: I'm back! I'm not dead yet! Mahi: I just went on a trip with Sakuya and Misono! Misono: Hahahah! Excuse me! I'm here to deliver the souvenirs I bought on my trip with Shirota. Law: It's so nice to travel. What's the souvenirs? Mahi: Here! Hot Spring Buns! Law: You guys went to the hot springs again? Law: Sevramp's drama cd really likes hot springs! Law & Kuro: chewing Kuro : It' red bean paste….you know red bean paste is my type, you are so great, Mahiru Mahi: What are you guys doing? Don't start like 'Actually, it's been a couple hundred years' while I'm not here. Mahi: And what was that you said about grave cleaning? Mahi: Licht-san's not dead yet, is he? Law: No, Licht said he wanted to visit his great-grandfather's grave since it's rare for him to come to Japan. Mahi: Don't say things that could be misunderstood！ Mahi: Then what are the Shirota family's graves? Kuro: It's the graves of Mahiru's ancestors. Kuro: After all, I'm already the shirota family's cat, so I thought I'd go to greet Mahi: You're such a polite cat.

Law: Hehehe. The buns are delicious. Can I have another one? Mahi: I could give it to you….but then Licht's share would be gone… Kuro: Speaking of which, isn't Angel-chan coming? Licht: Wherever there's a Mr. Cat, I'll go there immediately. Why? Because I'm an angel. Kuro: Wow, he showed up as soon as I said his name. Mahi: What is the connection between cats and angels? Law: (scream)!!!Wait!? Licht-tan, don't kick someone while he's eating buns! What are you going to do if I choke on it! Licht: Because I asked you to wait for me, but you left without permission. Law: But I don't like visiting graves. Mahi: Licht-san, please take this souvenirs! Licht: Thanks (for the food) Licht: There's … a dense feeling behind the moist veil Law: Let's leave angel-chan's angel food review aside for a moment, the hot springs are so nice! Law: I want to go there again. Next time, I'll call wa-kun and Nicco. Misono: Well, whether it's the hot spring or some other trip, I'd still like to go with you all too! Mahi: But even if we keep quiet, there should still be a lot of people coming next time. Mahi: Sakuya's cell phone is getting a lot of messages from Tsubaki. Mahi: Although he hung up right away, but Tsubaki kept complaining about being “so cunning, so cunning”, he'll definitely come along without permission next time! Kuro: It's gonna get loud if Melancholy comes too….I won't go then. Kuro: Speaking of which, Mahiru went to kisama-chan's house on his trip and met Lily and Hugh. Kuro: In the face of hugh's incessant love talk, Lily was also forced to participate. Misono: What? Something so interesting has happened. Misono: Lily's been acting like he doesn't know what to do with me since the decisive battle Law: This is because he is bearing the shame of his dark history. He's ashamed to be alive. I understand, I understand Licht: I see, he's just like you. Law: You are so annoying Law: Speaking of love talk … ah, not actually….someone came to me for consultation today. Kuro: Ask you about his love troubles? Licht: Ah? You are not popular with girls, are you? Law: Hey! What are you talking about?! I have a lot of popular elements! Have you read the previous chapter of servamp? Law: I specialise in flashy battles with rapier! And I can also use gun coolly! Law: Actually, I am good at driving and cooking. And, I am stylish and perfect Kuro: Are you saying these yourself? Law: And the past chapter also revealed that I was once a prince! Law: There are so many elements that make Lawless-chan popular! Licht: But you are not popular with girls Law: You are so annoying！！ Law: Shut up! You super violent handsome eccentric pianist angel popular with the general public!! Kuro: Angel-chan is very popular even if he doesn't speak, which's so cunning. Mahi: You are the same，right? Kuro: Ah? I am also popular when I speak.

Law: No! This is not about popularity or relationship troubles Law: The Main topic is that I'm a 便利屋 now!! Mahi: 便利屋? Law: From love troubles to monster extermination! No matter how big or small your troubles are, I will help save the world. This is Lawless-chan's new job. Mahi: So you are doing this kind of thing, it sounds interesting Kuro: Will you say "It looks like a vampire did this…" and then blackmail the customers? Law: I wouldn't do such a thing. Law: This is the troublesome consultation I received. Law: Lawless-chan, who saves the world, responds carefully and thoughtfully to even the smallest annoyances. Law: This commission is as follows Law: Dear highly esteemed 便利屋 Mr Hedgehog! Kuro: Mr Hedgehog…? Law: Oh, don't pay attention to such details. Law: I have some queries pertatining to a conflict between my brother and I. Due to some conflicts at home, he has now been actively avoiding me.(Here used a serious and rigid grammar which like ancient people. Ordinary people don't speak like this.)

Mahi: ござります？（same with です） Law: Although I want to talk to my brother… Law: What course of action would you suggest I undertake? Should I confront him, or give hime some space? Kuro: The last tone sounded like a samurai…… Mahi: Are the samurai worried about their brotherly relationship? Misono: I don't think this samurai is someone else. This is also a question I really want to ask. How would you answer? Let me refer to it. Kuro: There's no correct answer to this question. Just answer your thoughts. Law: Um… in my opinion, your brother may also be waiting for you to talk to him. I think you could be a little tougher…? Mahi: Hmm? What's wrong with you? Why are you suddenly slurring your words? Law: Ah… because, well, I was very tough with my brother before… and suddenly started fighting. What did you think about that? Nii-san Mahi: Ah! You mean when you first appeared? You really wanted to talk to Kuro, so you took strong action Law: Hey! Don't be so direct! I'm still worried. Licht: What? You've been wasting your time worrying about this? Licht: You still a hesitate rat Law: Please leave me alone!! I just want to hear my brother's opinion in order to graduate from the Hesitant rat Law: I am a man who can face my past! Kuro: …Well, at that time I thought…what does this guy want to do? Kuro: I think…In my case, I can’t communicate with others because I have my own shortcomings. Kuro: After all, before I faced you, I didn't face myself properly. Mahi: Kuro…. Kuro: But it is difficult for a person to face himself properly. It is good to have a younger brother or something else as an opportunity. Law: Is, is that true? Licht: Really, you always make people worried. Law: I have been stagnant for a long time, but time cannot be turned back, and the best time to act is before the idea becomes stale. Law: Of course, you may fail after taking action. But it's definitely better than not facing it. Misono: Well ,I see, I was a bit timid. Law: I'll message him back right away. For Hedgehog, timely response is also very helpful for selling

Law: Um… reply,reply….. Licht: The Lamb samurai wandering alone… this may become his memorial star Mahi: The Lamb samurai? Law: OK, send it. Misono: Hmm? There's mail. Misono: This is the reply to the life consultation I sent before Law: Wait a minute!! The samurai is you?!? Misono: What do you mean? Kuro: I do have that feeling… Mahi: Me too Misono: What!? The consulting link of this website was recommended to me by Lily. Is this consultant you?! Answer me quickly! Law: You are the same!! I wish you had noticed this when I read the samurai's mail! Misono: Although I did think that this was very similar to the mail I sent… Law: Your reaction is too slow! ! Misono: Do you think I would say "please" to you? Mahi: Well, I guess it's just a communicate error. Kuro: From now on, kisama-chan's nickname will become Samurai. Kuro: kisama samurai-chan Mahi: If Tsubaki were here, he would definitely say: How dare you ignore me, a purely Japanese-style character, and say that you are a samurai or something like that! Kuro: Maybe he is saying this in a scene right now, around here, Near the upper right corner Misono: So that's you. Misono: But I appreciate your gentlemanly answer. Misono: I gained a lot of courage because I didn't think mikuni would really resist Misono: I will continue to pester him and make him talk to me Law: That's will be great Misono: Then I'll climb into Mikuni's room through the window tonight and launch a surprise attack! Mahi: I think it's better for you to just walk through the door and enter his house. Kuro: You don't have such good physical fitness… Licht: How about an appearance with angel wings…slowly descending from the sky to the window? Licht: Under the moonlight, the two brothers had a mysterious reunion Mahi: Please don't let Misono perform wire action!! Misono: I also know the decisive lines and poses that made mikuni turn back! Misono: That's it! Why? Because I'm an angel!! Licht: The angle of the arm is like this!! Misono: Ah,AAAAH It's hurt!! Licht: Show your wings of tolerance!! Misono: My arm is going to break! !!!Wait!Ah!! Kuro: Well, now the matter is settled, let's have some dessert Law: That's great. What kind of dessert will Shirota Mahiru make for us?

Law: …Eh? Nii-san!??! Misono: Why would you, why would the Sloth cat be standing in the kitchen wearing an apron! Kuro: How about soft pancakes? Mahi: Are you going to make pancakes? I'm looking forward to it. Law: Mahiru doesn't look surprised at all, why? This scene looks weird, doesn’t it?! Law: Nii-san, wearing an apron with a cat design and a bandana, stood in the kitchen happily making dessert Mahi: What are you saying? Kuro's been cooking a lot lately. Kuro: I'm best at making gorgeous pasta. Law: Is that true? You don't even fit the name of the Sloth cat. Kuro: Though I think so too, this is also the era. Law: How did it come to this? Isn't Nii-san just a handsome guy if he's not lazy? Kuro: With my skills, it's not impossible to open a coffee shop in the future. Kuro: Handsome Voice Cat Angel's Fluffy Coffee Kuro: Welcome. If you want a seat, you can have my knee? Law: What kind of store is this! Kuro: I was wrong. On the contrary. It's me who's going to sit on your knee, meow. Kuro: Because I have to bake everyone's pancakes, so you'll have to wait. Licht: Is today's dessert a fairies' nap mat? Law: It's pancakes Licht: There's four of them. Licht: I feel like I can call my friend squirrel-san too. Law: He's saying you can make the pancakes bigger. Licht: I'll pour lots of whipped cream and honey on it, and add melon Kuro: Don't eat the fairies' nap mats, otherwise where will the fairies sit? Licht: I would order Chocolate Fountain and Clouds from Heaven For drinks Law: He said hot cocoa with marshmallows Kuro: Hey, angel-chan, don't turn this into a mysterious concept coffee shop Kuro: Okay, it's done. Misono: Oh, it's really baked soft. Kuro: This is growth through story. Misono: Growth? In this form?! I also want people to see my growth like this Kuro: Soft pancakes, and French brownies directly taught by Alicein family Mahi: Looks so delicious Misono: When did you become so good at cooking? Kuro: I am a genius cat who can easily succeed in anything I do Kuro: And, I'll do some magic. Kuro: Become delicious, neco-neco cute~~ Misono: What is that weird dance?

Licht: Hey! Hyde, let's do the usual one and pile the whipped cream into the shape of angel wings Law: Again? Licht-tan really likes this Law: I feel like I'm almost a professional wing painter Kuro: You have good skill. Kuro: In this way, we may all run a coffee shop together in the future. Mahi: Haha I'm really looking forward to it All: Let's eat Misono: So delicious!! Let the chef come here! Law: Does this have ricotta cheese? It's too soft! Licht: It's fairies' soft nap mat! Law: Licht-tan, the whipped cream is going to melt if you keep staring. Mahi: Thanks for making it for us, Kuro. So delicious!! Kuro: It's too easy for Chef Kuro.

Law: Um, Licht-tan, Kranz asked what you want for dinner. Licht: I'm in a good mood today, so let's eat melon Law: Why do you always eat melon? Licht: Because it's a special day, so we need a special melon. Law: why? Licht: Everything can't start over. But what you're going to do now is something you can change on your own. Licht: It seems that you understand this, and as an angel I am very satisfied. Law: You mean… the trouble consultation just now? Licht: Not just as an angel, as your friend, I think so too. Law: Although Licht usually has an expression that says I won't regret… Law: But Licht also regretted when he was a child because he lost a friend. Law: Because of me, he was able to reunite with that friend. Licht: I have regretted something before, but only by taking action can we broaden the path forward. Licht: Hyde, you found me because I didn't give up playing. Law: That's…. Licht: Because of you, I can play the best piece of music for my friend who has never heard the whole piano piece. Licht: If I hadn't met you, this regret would never disappear Licht: Thank you, Hyde! Licht: The same goes for you, if you regret something, keep taking action! Licht: What you did will not go away, and there is no way to punish the devil Licht: But because of this, you should save as many people as you can, whether I am here or not. Law: Licht-tan… Licht: I will help you while I am with you. Law: I was surprised Law: I could actually hear Licht thanking me directly.

Licht: why are you in a daze? Law: It's nothing. I just thought of the miserable look of Licht-tan who almost died in the final battle last year. Licht: I don't remember showing you this look. Licht: Why? Because I am… Law: Yes, yes, Archangel Licht: Really, if I don't kick you, you'll stop like this right away Law: No way! I already understand the angel philosophy! I understand it to the point of being annoying! Law: Ah, there is a new commission mail … Law: Wow, here comes an angel type case! Licht: An angel type? Law: A cursed villa where mysterious music can be heard at night Law: A room where sad cries can be heard… Law: Because it's so scary, I'm troubled! Licht: It's the Angel's turn! Law: This may be a combat mission that I haven't seen for a long time! Law: It is look like the monster extermination Law: The location is very close! Licht: Sad creatures must be purified by an angel like me Licht: When are we going, tomorrow? Law: Tomorrow? Licht-tan do you have time? Licht: I said I will help you while I am with you. Law: Hehehe, you are indeed an angel. I feel like you'll follow me to the end of hell haha Law: I got so much from Licht, but I couldn't calm down after only that one thank you. Law: And there were so many things I wanted but didn't get before we met. Law: I want to live in a way that Licht and others can thank me. Licht: Let's go, Hyde, have dinner first! Follow me! Law: Okay,okay! I will follow you wherever you go

[scintillatingshortgirl19]

i'm struggling to even put into words how i feel about these two scenes.

i honestly wonder how much of house's facial expressions in these moments were hugh laurie's choice and maybe weren't necessarily scripted, because the episode doesn't really offer any kind of conclusion on how jealous and, more importantly, how deeply fucking sad house looks after realizing wilson has been talking to amber.

first off - this happens a lot in this show, but this is one of those huge instances of "oh, how differently this situation would look if one of these characters was a woman." if that were the case, this whole thing would really be quite simple. if house was a proper Opposite Sex Love Interest, him standing at the door hearing the proof that his unrequited crush isn't over his last girlfriend...well, that would make perfect sense. The level of hurt and jealousy house seems to feel about wilson still being in love with amber is. well. it's Something.

so anyway - house gets that genuinely hurt look at three separate points: #1 is when he realizes wilson is talking to amber (and this moment is especially fascinating bc house's main emotion should arguably be relief at the knowledge he hasn't been hallucinating...but that appears to be taking a backseat to his jealousy for a woman who isn't even alive anymore)

#2 is when wilson tells amber that he wasn't able to go for a run tonight because house is having issues. now, this speaks to the broader problem that - even though house knows wilson feeds off neediness - house is still worried about being a burden to wilson and that eventually wilson will not want him anymore.

Then #3 - when wilson says to house's face that talking to amber makes him feel better when he misses her, and house doesn't. This moment is so painful and interesting to me because house inviting wilson to confide in him feels like a pretty big step in terms of growth! So for wilson to say he'd rather talk to his dead girlfriend than house...well, judging by house's face, the remark cuts pretty deep. (disclaimer: ofc wilson is completely valid for talking to amber; it just also makes sense that house would be hurt by this, especially in the context of him already feeling like a burden and trying so hard to be a better person)

anyway idk where else to go with this . . . i just feel like the episode sort of started to delve into this issue and then never really went deep enough or concluded this aspect - hence my theory that house's level of hurt may not have been scripted and it was just hugh laurie choosing to Do That with his face.

[lovecla]

IF YOU LOVE ME, LET ME KNOW | jack hughes.

chapter four:

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➴ warnings: angst, jealousy, insecurities

➴ word count: 3.9k

➴ author’s note: this is a mess, soph and jack are a mess, quinn’s a sweetheart, grace’s funny af and i’ve reached 100 followers today. can’t even describe how happy i am with the attention IYLM,LMK is getting. i adore u all so much and i hope u stick with me for a while. prepare your seatbelts because shit is about to hit the fan. :,)

SOMETHING changed between you and Jack that day at the Skims set, a week ago.

You finally realized that you are, very much, in love with Jack Hughes. Which was something that you never, in a million years, would’ve guessed. Because, what; you told yourself you’d never get your heart shattered again, yet here you were, walking straight (and worse: willingly) into a trap, falling in love with the man whore of the Devils team.

Despite all of the mean things your mind wanted to tell you, you just forced yourself to remember that not every man is like your cheater ex boyfriend and that not every man would completely crush your heart and tear it apart.

And even though you wouldn't put your hand on the fire and say that he felt the same way as you, if he didn’t, that man was good at pretending. Because no way in hell he’d take all of his fuck buddies to their family lake cabin to throw a Halloween party.

“This is crazy, Jack, you are in the middle of the season, and I’m in the middle of releasing something…” you started, watching as the car took a turn. “Also, how the fuck did you manage to organise a party in, like, thirty minutes?”

“Uh. I’m literally a NHL player. What did you expect?” He scoffed, so full of himself it was almost impossible to stand. You rolled your eyes. “And it’s just a night. I’m not screwing everything up for having fun for one night only, baby, and neither is you.”

“I guess you’re right.” You mumbled, answering some texts messages on your phone.

“I’m always right.” You rolled your eyes again, watching as he drove with ease. “What are you wearing tonight?”

“My fans have been dying for me to dress up as Rapunzel, so I might as well please them.” You shrugged, locking your phone and putting it on your pocket.

“I don’t know about them but I am definitely pleased with the idea.” He smirked.

“You’re just horny, Hughes. Happens to the best of us.”

“Or you’re just pretty. Happens to some of us.”

You laughed, cheeks warm and heart beating fast. “You’re a flirt, Jack Hughes. I missed that. Is it always this crazy during the season?”

“Like you can’t even imagine. My life is just games, working out, eating plain shit and practice for seven months straight.”

“And you love every second of it, don’t you?”

He smiled, white teeth making the view seem a whole lot brighter. “I do, yes. It’s like… the only thing that makes me feel truly alive.”

“Yeah, I know what it feels like,” you whispered. “I feel like that when I’m on the stage too. It’s just… I don’t know. Makes me feel good.”

“I like seeing you on stage,” he nodded and you raised your brow. “What? I do, really. That concert I went to with Nico was fun. Besides, watching you dance with those little dresses of yours is something else.”

“Boo, you’re just an idiot!” You laughed. “But thank you, Jackie bear.”

“Sophia, Jesus, do not call me that,” he whined, but the smile was still on his lips. “Gross.”

“Okay, Jackie bear, whatever you want, honeypot.”

“Sophia!”

— ♡

THE cabin was packed with people, and you were amazed with how fast people arrived, even with the short notice.

You were waiting for Grace to finish getting ready— she would be wearing a Tiana costume, matching your Rapunzel one— so you both could go downstairs and enjoy the party.

“Jack’s going to have a heart attack when he sees you with that little skirt,” Grace said, while applying lip gloss on her plump lips.

“Yeah, about that… I might need to talk to you about something.” You started, crossing your legs.

She stared at you through the mirror, raising her eyebrows. “Go on, Pinky Pie.”

“I thought we’d established that I’m Twilight and you’re my Mordecai?” You giggled, making Grace laugh too.

“I guess we can pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars…” she sighed. “Go on, then, baby. We don’t have all night.”

“So. I may or may have a thing for Jack. Actually, maybe more than just a thing. Think I’m in love, to be honest,” you waited to see her reaction, not expecting her to jump out of the vanity and start twirling around the room, making you laugh. “What are you doing?”

“Are you joking?” She looked at you like you’d grown a second head. “I just won two hundred bucks!”

Confusion took over your face. “What do you mean?”

“I told Nico that you’d be in love with Jack by the end of October and he said you’d be in love with him by the end of November, and since you confessed it now— perfect timing, by the way— I get my two hundred bucks!” She started dancing and jumping, like she wasn’t a nepo baby.

“Grace! What the hell, this is serious!” You raised your arms.

She sat back on the bed.

“Girl, no it isn’t. Just go to him and say: hey, buddy, here’s a secret not so secret: I’m in love with you.” She shrugged. “Just don’t sing the Airplanes song, please. That’s, like, our thing.”

“Grace, I— I can’t even— what the hell,” you wanted to run your hands through your hair, but you remembered that you were wearing extensions and a tiara. So you stick with biting your nails instead. “First of all, why the fuck would you and Nico bet on something like this? That doesn’t even make sense. Second, I can’t just go over there, call him and tell him I like him. That’s not how it works.”

“Well, Nico was the one who proposed the idea of betting so that’s on him!” She raised a finger. “And yes, that is literally how it works.”

“You’re forgetting that this is Jack Hughes. A guy who, apparently, can’t stay a week without a pussy and fucked every Jerseywoman who walked on God’s green earth.”

“Ew, don’t say that! You know my mom’s New Jersian…” she sighed, making a disgusted face. You smiled, apologetically. “Okay. I know that Jack’s past may not be the ideal background you want for your baby daddy but hear me out!”

“Baby daddy? What—”

“Jack hasn’t touched anyone else since you guys started… well. Fucking.” She blushes, like she wasn’t calling him your baby daddy not even a minute ago. “And he’s a great, great person. I’ve seen how he looks at you and if that man isn’t in love, then I’m white as a sheet of paper.”

“I don’t know,” you mumbled, feeling frustrated. “Harris also seemed like a great guy, and when we got together, everything changed. I don’t want to go through that ever again.”

“I know it hurt, and God knows I’d rather mop the entire ocean than to see you like that again,” she scooched closer, grabbed your hands and pressed her lips together, the REM Beauty lip gloss making her lips look magical. “But you have to give yourself that chance again. It’s been more than a year, and I’ve seen you and Jack together.”

“I know that, but—”

Grace clicked her tongue, a tsc reverberating on the bedroom walls.

“I’m telling you this as someone who isn’t inside that little head of yours,” she whispered, holding your hands tighter. “You and Jack together? Girl, that’s meant to be. That’s like Achilles and Patroclus, Romeo and Juliet, Hazel and Gus—”

“Girl, what the hell, can’t you find a couple who at least one of them is still alive?” You scoffed.

“Sorry, I just love depressing stories…” she apologized before starting talking again. “That’s not the point, anyway, Miss Girl and you know it! Fuck whatever your head is telling you, Soph: you deserve to be loved and you deserve to love.”

“I didn’t say I love h—” she put a hand over your mouth, interrupting you.

“You don’t have to. I know you, Soph, and the look you get on your face whenever you talk to him, or even better, talk about him, is enough for me,” she kissed your cheek, quickly wiping the lip gloss stain on your face. “And let me tell you a secret, honeybun, he has the same look on his face.”

You smiled, cheeks carmesim and heart full. Thanking Grace for saying all of this wasn’t enough, you needed to buy her a house on the beach with a very naked Nico Hischier inside of it. Maybe that’s what you were going to do.

If only you knew how to convince Nico to be naked at a beach house, you’d certainly—

Someone knocked on the door, and you both got up, surprisingly fast, remembering that you were not alone and that there was a whole party happening downstairs.

Opening the door, you faced Jack who looked way too hot with his own jersey. Of course he’d be wearing a Jack Hughes, NHL Player costume. Of fucking course.

“You were taking too long up here so I came to check on you but maybe we’ll be here for a bit longer.” He smirked, hands finding your corset-covered waist instantly.

“Hum—”

“Excuse me, Mr. I-can’t-keep-myself-in-my-pants, I’m still here.” Grace yelled behind you, and you watched as his entire face showed his annoyance.

“Yeah, I can see. Feel free to leave, though,” he rolled his eyes, holding your right hand and twirling you around. “You look so pretty, baby.”

Your entire face felt like a fireplace but you still smiled nonetheless. “Thank you.”

“You both are disgusting, excuse me,” Grace walked past the both of you, mumbling something about checking in with her husband.

“Let’s go.” He offered you his hands, which you promptly held.

Going downstairs, you were surprised with how full the house was. Like, there were at least fifty people there, which seemed insane for a cabin, no matter how large it was.

Jack dragged you around, saying “hi” to every person you walked by, true to his NHL playboy persona. To your amusement, some people also acknowledged you. Mostly some girls and a few guys. It was nice.

“Sophia!” You heard a shout and immediately knew who it was. Trevor Zegras, wearing a pirate costume, which was just an excuse for him to be shirtless, really. One of the most annoying people you’ve ever met. Truthfully. “Damn, I’d climb that tower for you.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’d push you down that shit, Zegras, fuck off.”

Jack laughed softly beside you, moving until you were both sitting on the couch. Quinn, Luke, Nico, Grace and Zegras were all there, talking with a few people you didn't know the name of.

“You can't say you don’t like me without trying me first.” Trevor suggested, looking directly at your face. You showed him your middle finger.

“No one wants to try you, Zegras, now fuck off,” Jack stated before sipping on the beer he stole from Luke, who was dressed as a cooking chef. Or at least that’s what it looked like.

“See, this is why Quinn’s my favorite Hughes,” he mumbled, smiling at Quinn. “Anyway, Soph knows where the heat’s at.” Pointing at himself, Zegras moved on to the girl on his right, who seemed awfully pleased to be his second option.

“Asshole.” You heard Jack mutter under his breath and you giggled, amused.

“Be nice. He’s just… in heat, I guess,” you shrugged, already used to Zegras’ comments. Every time you saw him, he had something new to add to the list. Usually, you’d tell him to fuck off, and he would.

“He’s a pain in my ass, that’s what he is.” Jack bickered, pouting like a ten-year-old child. You found it cute.

“Poor Jackie, huh?”

“Shut up, Soph.” He smiled, blue eyes bright and kind.

Now that you knew what those backflips your heart did every time you saw him smile meant, it was much harder to control them.

Confessing to Jack would break the no-strings-attached arrangement that you both had silently made. It would meant either dating him and having your happily ever after (even if you hardly believed in those) or having your heart broken (again) by a really nice guy who just wanted to fuck you.

Besides that, you were both well-known people, especially you. You remember all too well when you were at home, chilling after a concert, and you got several texts from your friends and family, regarding a bunch of pictures of Harris kissing another girl at a bus stop station. A fucking bus stop station.

The situation dragged on for months, every time you’d post something, people would mention the fact that your ex was a cheater, you had been cheated on and that somehow you deserved to get cheated on; because of the things you sang, because of the clothes you were. Just a shit show with an even shittier audience.

“Hey,” you heard Jack’s voice beside you, and you turned your head around, looking at him. “Where'd you go?”

“Nowhere,” you smiled; it didn’t reach your eyes. Jack seemed to be ready to talk back when a girl— brunette with the greenest eyes you’ve ever seen— threw herself at his lap.

“Jackieeee.” She whined, kissing his cheek. “I missed you.”

You could tell she was a little tipsy, but even so, it made your stomach ache anyway. That ugly, shattering feeling of feeling like less than less came back, and it was as if you could feel the narrator of your story preparing himself to repeat the same shit again. Here’s Sophia again, the girl who likes to mistake butterflies for cardiac arrests.

“Hi…” Jack sounded unsure, something he rarely did. You looked at Grace, and she looked right back at you. Only then you realized that basically everyone was staring at you.

“You don’t remember me?” The girl sounded like she was pouting and you cringed. She was so close to you, sitting on his lap, that her left thigh was brushing against your arm. “That’s fine. I’ll make sure to be unforgettable this time, baby.”

“Wow, I think that’s it for me,” you muttered, getting up from the couch, moving to the kitchen without looking back. You knew that you’d throw up if you did; not because of Jack and Mrs. Unforgettable, but because of the pity stares you knew people were giving you. It sucked.

You also knew that if you stayed inside the house for too long, you’d end up drunk and pissed off. And you didn’t want that. So you did the only thing that you knew would put your mind in the right place again: going to the lake.

You walked outside, feeling the cold breeze hit your face and legs and arms and— everywhere, really. You should have worn a sweatshirt, but now it was too late to go back. You’d rather turn into a popsicle than to go back there and watch that again.

Sitting on the dock, you watched the lake in front of you, listening to the sounds of insects and trees moving. It was a nice view, but probably nicer in the summer. Right now it just looked like a Criminal Minds crime scene.

Lost in thoughts, you didn’t hear the steps coming from behind you. “You’re gonna get sick.”

Letting out a scream, you turned around, facing Quinn, who was wearing a pilot costume, with a scowl on your face.

“Sweet Jesus, Quinn, what the hell,” you put your hand on your barely covered chest, taking a deep breath. “Don’t you know how to, I don’t know, make noise while you walk?”

“I did that, actually, you just didn’t hear it,” he sat down beside you, handing you a Canucks sweatshirt. “Thought you’d get cold.”

You smiled, thanking him and putting it on, trying not to ruin your hair and makeup.

“Thank you, Quinn. That’s nice. Go Canucks!” You raised your hand, making a fist bump, hearing his soft chuckle beside you. You sighed. “I don’t know if you’re here to try to make me feel better or anything like that, but you don’t have to. I’m fine, really.”

“I’m just here because you needed a sweater and because it’s kinda creepy to be here alone. Nothing else, I promise.”

You looked at him, once again surprised with the Hughes men. But then, they were raised by Ellen, so you shouldn’t really be surprised.

You nodded, choosing not to say anything, just feeling the breeze on your face, a million thoughts in your head.

Now what? What would you even say to Jack? Hey, yeah, I know that when we started this we said that we didn’t want to fall in love but guess what! I’m in love with you.

And what would he even say to you? It wasn’t his fault he didn’t like you back. He’d probably say something like yeah, you fucked up our arrangement now I’ll have to find someone else to fuck every week. You were fun, though! and move on with his life.

And you’d move on with yours, just like you did before. The thing is, you didn’t want to move on again. You spent five years into your twenties trying to move on from things and it was tiring as hell. Moving on from broken friendships? Tiring. Moving on from toxic people? Tiring. Moving on from your cheater boyfriend? Tiring and humiliating.

You were pulled from your thoughts by Quinn throwing rocks at the lake, laughing when he couldn’t make them float like he intended to. He looked at you with that tired expression of his, and smiled back.

“Great album, by the way,” he blurted out of nowhere.

You frowned. “Thank you, I guess. Did someone leak it?”

“No,” he laughed, shortly. “Jack talked about it in our family group chat a while ago. Ma asked about you and he went on rambling about it, which was really funny. He was like, putting on his uniform before practice and recording a voice note at the same time, which he never does. And then he went full rambling about all of the songs and how shitty your ex was. Sorry about that,”

You looked at Quinn like he had grown two more heads, four more arms and five more legs. You had no idea Jack talked about your songs with his family. At all.

You wanted to ask more about it to Quinn so bad but you were kinda scared about what you were going to hear in response. Does Jack talk about me?

About you? Yeah, and a lot of other girls too.

“Sure,” you mumbled. “Yeah, Harris was a dick,”

“I liked some of his movies but now he’s banned from my watchlist forever.” Quinn announced like the statement didn’t make your heart break and mend at the same time, his tone calm and distant. “It’s good that you found something to channel your pain though. I do that a lot during my games.”

“Singing for me is like breathing. I’ve done it since I was, like, eight or even younger,” you nodded to yourself, looking at the stars above you. “This album means a lot to me, in a lot of ways. So thank you for telling me this.” You smiled, not sure if he could see it. He was also looking at the stars.

“Don’t need to say ‘thank you’. You have a gift, Sophia. I hope you know that,” he stretched himself, yawning and wrapping his arms around his middle. “I wish I could write songs but I suck at that.”

“Why do you sound like you’ve tried that already?” You smirked, fucking with him.

Or at least you thought you were, because Quinn went quiet, which confirmed your suspicions.

“What!” You looked at him, throwing your arms up. “Have you written songs before?”

“I was thirteen, okay? I just thought that maybe if I didn’t make it to the NHL, I could at least be a rapper or something.” He shrugged, again, which only made you start laughing. “I know, it’s funny. Thankfully, I made it to the NHL.”

“I don’t know, it’d be great to make a song with you,” you said, playfully, before realising something. “Oh my God, Quinn. That’s what I need!”

“What?” He smirked. “Make a song with me? I don’t think that’s a great idea—”

“No, not a song with you. Just a song. I need to write,” You nodded to yourself, getting up and fixing your skirt with your hands. “Do you think I could get a cab here? I came with Jack and I think he’s…” you bit your lip. Focus. Write the song; it will all be better. “Busy. And Grace needs to have her fun, too. She’s been working nonstop.”

“A cab? Soph, it’s like midnight,” he got up, too, standing in front of you. “I can take you home. It’s no biggie.”

“What? No! Enjoy the party! I’ll just try to catch an Uber or something.” You went to grab your phone, just to remember that you left it at the cabin. “Ugh, fuck, I need to go inside again.”

“I will take you home, no need for Ubers or anything like that. Just tell me where your things are and I’ll pick them up for you. I’ll talk to Grace on my way there.” He affirmed, walking with you towards the cabin, the loud music slowly filling up your ears again.

“That’s… so nice,” you breathed, more grateful than you’d like to admit. “Thank you, Quinn, seriously. I owe you.”

“It’s fine,” he replied, hands in his pockets. “Wait a second here, please.”

You did, and it wasn’t long until he showed up with your backpack, your phone and a very worried Grace beside him.

“Girl, what the hell?” She yelled, probably not even realizing how loud she sounded. “I’ve been looking for you like crazy and out of nowhere Quinn shows up with your stuff, saying he will get you home.”

“I have to write a song.” You reasoned, raising your shoulders.

Grace stared at you for what felt like forever, until she pressed her lips on your forehead and sighed. “Alright. I’m not even going to ask. Be safe, please, and remember that I’m only a phone call away.”

“Thank you, I love you.” You kissed her back, following Quinn on the way to his car, not bothering to look back.

Jack was probably busy anyway.

— ♡

HANDS around the guitar, you replayed the same melody you’ve been playing for five hours straight now.

You arrived home at one thirty in the morning, and even though you were awfully tired, you had to get the lyrics, the feelings, the emotions out of you. Fuck sleeping.

You offered your guest room for Quinn but he just shook his head, saying that he’d crash at his parents’. You made him call you when he arrived there so you knew he was safe, which he promptly did.

After that, you made yourself tea and sat in your home studio, writing obsessively. It had been a long time since the last time you had a song practically written in your head, and honestly, you couldn’t tell if that was good or not.

What you knew, though, is that now, five hours later, seven a.m. in the morning, you had a song. Bad for Business. You sent it to your producer and Grace before laying on your bed and drifting away immediately, the exhaustion taking over you.

[moodriingz]

Waiting Room pt. 2 | Q. Hughes

Summary | part one it’s Quinn’s turn to pine over the reader while she tries to move on, but can she do that when she’s still in love with Quinn?

Pairing | Quinn Hughes x reader, Elias Peterson x platonic!reader, reader x oc

Warnings | Angst?, mutual (but blind) pinning, cursing maybe 

Author's Note | Thank you so much for all of your support for part one! I feel so bad that it took me forever to write part two, but this semester really kicked my ass. I hope this lives up to the hype. I honestly just wanted to get it done to move on if that makes sense? I’m hoping to continue writing so feel free to send requests! I’ve also recently gotten into F1 so you can send requests for that too!! xx

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“You were so right, me and Evan got along so well. He’s great. We’re going on another date too.” 

Quinn felt sick to his stomach. Not only had your friendship dwindled out of nowhere, but now you’re with someone else. Worst of all there was no explanation to why you pulled away. Quinn racked his brain for any reason why you would stop hanging out with him. 

Now he had to watch you give your attention to someone else. He was so jealous of this random guy. Quinn wondered what made Evan better than him? All he knew was that the bright smile and light blush you seemed to always have was for some other guy now. 

A couple of weeks passed and Quinn barely spends time with the team outside of practice and chooses to spend his time going through old photos and videos of the two of you or watching anything you’ve ever suggested to him. He’s halfway through one of your favorite movies when there’s a knock on his door. His heart flutters hoping it's you, but is immediately let down when he realizes that it's Elias and Brock at his door.

“What do you want,” He asks begrudgingly, leaving the door open as he returns to his couch.

“We wanted to make sure that you’re alive,” Elias said.

“Well now you know bye,” Quinn quips at them.

“Dude something is up with you and we’re not leaving until we find out,” Brock said.

“Is this about Y/N?” Elias asked.

“Fine yeah it’s about Y/N. I just really miss her,” Quinn admits after taking a deep breath.

“We used to talk almost everyday and that all stopped on the last road trip and now she’s seeing that new guy. I was finally going to ask her out and she just shut down.”

“Wait you were? You told me you didn’t see her that way and she overheard,” Elias says confused.

“She heard me? Why didn’t you say anything?” Quinn asks as his heart shatters all over again. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you.

“She was so upset and I didn’t think I could change your mind. She had been pinning after you for months and you never did anything, so I just believed you,” Elias said with a shrug.

“I didn’t think she felt the same way so I was just putting my feelings aside because I cared more about our friendship,” Quinn says, putting his head in his hands. “I think I royally fucked up.”

“Maybe not, Y/N and Evan don’t seem super serious yet. You might be able to wiggle your way back in with her,” Elias says sitting down with Quinn.

“I don’t even know where to start.”

“Maybe bring her coffee? Start there and see what happens,” Brock suggests and Quinn just nods making a game plan to get his girl back.

The next morning he gets up early for practice to go pick up your coffee from the cafe you always go to. He knew where to go because the cafe printed their logo on their cups and he had plenty of time to take note of it. As he walked in he immediately recognized your silhouette waiting in line.

“Looks like you beat me to it today,” Quinn says walking up to you in line.

“Beat me to what?” You ask confused why after not talking to each other for a month he decided to come to your cafe.

“I was going to bring you coffee today,” He says awkwardly with a small smile on his face.

“Oh well you can still pay if you want,” You suggest as a joke.

“Yeah I guess that’s true,” Quinn says, hoping a conversation would start on its own. After a minute of silence he gives in and asks, “So what’s new with you I feel like we haven’t really talked that much recently.”

“Nothing much, you know filming you guys all day,” You say wondering if you should mention Evan. It’s still so new and you don’t know if it's going to work out, but he makes you so happy.

“I actually just started seeing this guy. His name is Evan, I think you would like him actually, he's really nice,” You say, deciding to rip off the bandaid.

Quinn knew he wouldn’t like Evan because he was getting with the girl of his dreams.

“Yeah maybe you should bring him out with us after a game or something. I'd love to meet him,” Quinn says kicking himself because that’s the last thing he wants, but anything to get back in your good graces. 

You give him a smile at his comment thinking of what to say next. Luckily for you the barista calls for you two to order. And just like you suggested, Quinn paid. He offers you a ride to the arena before you even start walking back to the metro station to get to work.

You both sit in silence trying to think of anything to talk about. You finally start the conversation by mentioning that an author you had recommended to him a while ago put out a new book and how excited you were to pick it up. 

Just like that the two of you fell back into conversation like you hadn’t missed a beat. You arrive at the arena way quicker than you thought you would and almost don’t want to get out of the car and leave Quinn again. You walk inside and as you are about to separate, but Quinn stops you.

“Would you like to go stop at a bookstore after work today to pick up that book? I could take you home after so you don’t have to take the metro home,” He asks hoping you would say yes.

Yeah that would be really nice. I’ve really missed hanging out with you,” You say with a smile and leaving to go get your work started.

“What’s got you smiling like that? Evan?” Megan, your coworker, asks jokingly.

“Actually no I ran into Quinn this morning when I was getting my coffee and we just talked for a while. Now we’re hanging out after work,” you say, taking a sip of coffee. Hoping to hide your smile behind your cup.

“Wait, really I thought you two were going to avoid each other forever.”

“Well I guess not. He said he was going there to pick up my coffee which was really sweet of him.”

“Oh he’s so into you,” Megan says sitting back in her chair. 

“No he’s not, why would you say that?”

“Think about it, he stops talking to you right after you start seeing Evan and out of nowhere he’s doing all of these nice things for you?” 

You stop and think about it, but there’s no way he told Elias that he could never see you that way. You brush it off and get on with your day. You didn’t have to shoot any content today so you didn’t see any of the guys during their practice, but Quinn was waiting for you after work to take you to go find your book.

You try not to think about what Megan said to you today, pushing it to the back of your mind. Once the two of you get to the bookstore you feel like a kid in a candy store showing Quinn all of the books you had on your reading list but haven’t gotten yet. Without you paying attention he grabbed a basket and started throwing them in there to pay for them himself.

He finally leads you up to the counter and insists on paying for all of the books he grabbed for you. You try to convince him that he didn’t need to but you were cut off by the clerk.

“Girl just let your cute boyfriend pay for your books. That’s what I would do.” You try to deny the accusation from this random teenager, but before you could they were announcing the total and Quinn was inserting his card. He grabbed the bag and walked you back out to the car.

“Sorry if what they said was weird, but just think of it as a payback for all of those coffees you got me,” Quinn said, trying to make you feel better.

“No it’s fine I think it’s kinda funny actually.” You say finally realizing you were there for several hours and were too tired to make dinner.

“I think I’m just going to order take-out for dinner if you want to keep hanging out at my place,” You say with a blush creeping up your cheeks.

“Yeah that’d be great,” Quinn says as you start ordering. He stops at the restaurant while you run in to pick it up. He decides to text Elias and Brock an update and that he’ll tell them more later. 

The drive to your apartment was filled with playful banter about what you should watch and Quinn just watches you as the streetlights illuminate your face. The two of you finally arrive and settle on a new movie you just saw. It really didn’t take much convincing for him to give in; he just wanted to push your buttons a little bit.

Later, they are surrounded by take out tins and you’re starting to drift off. At some point during the movie your head ended up on Quinn’s shoulder and you started to doze off. Quinn wasn’t complaining, but felt like it was time for him to go as the credits started to roll.

“Hey Y/n/n wake up,” He says quietly as you groan and cuddle into him further. “Y/n/n you have to get up-the movie’s over.”

When there’s no sign of you moving he decides to just pick you up and bring you to your bed. Thinking you’re asleep he decides to give you a “friendly” kiss on your forehead and says goodnight. You feel the butterflies that you thought were now reserved for Evan coming back all over again. Quinn grabs the trash from the takeout and sees himself out, and can’t seem to wipe the smile off his face. On his way home he decides to call Elias.

“Elias I’m in so deep I don’t know what to do,” Quinn says concerned because he doesn’t want to break you and Evan up and ruin something else for you.

“Wait what happened?” Elias asked confused because all Quinn had told him was that they were heading back to her place.

“I kissed her-” Quinn said before Elias cut him off.

“You what? You move fast, man.”

“Well I kind of kissed her. She fell asleep on my shoulder and wouldn’t move so I carried her back to her room and then I kissed her forehead. Now I’m going home,” Quinn says still with a deep smile on his face. “I just don’t know what to do.”

“I guess act like nothing happened. She was asleep right? Just leave it be for now and still hang out with her. I can talk to her and see what’s going on with Evan and then you can go from there.”

“Yeah good point thanks Elias, I’ll see you later.”

The next day you walk into work reminiscing last night with Quinn hoping you could relive it again soon. Silly crush aside, you missed your best friend and wanted things to go back to normal. 

Elias practically corners you just to ask questions about Quinn.

“Quinn told me you two hung out last night, so you aren’t ignoring him anymore?”

“I was never ignoring him I just was busy,” You say trying to move around him to get to his office.

“Yeah alright. Anyways, how is it going with Ethan?” Elias asks, teasing you.

“Evan is great. I think I might invite him to a game or something soon,” You say, rolling your eyes.

“Oh wait, really?” Elias asks as you start to walk away. “For the record I think that would be a great idea. Maybe next week against Winnipeg?”

“Yeah I’ll have to ask him. Now if you will excuse me I have to go to my desk.” You say finally walking away. 

You set your things down and open your computer and Megan starts questioning you about your evening with Quinn.

“It really wasn’t anything crazy. We just went to the bookstore where he bought all of them for me and then we went back to my place and got dinner,” You tell her leaving out the fact that he brought you to your bed and kissed you goodnight.

“The fact that he bought all of your books is enough to tell me that he’s into you. I know you had a long list you were slowly buying for yourself.” Megan may have set you up with Evan but she wasn’t blind to how much Quinn was into you and vice versa. 

“I’m thinking of inviting Evan to a game. What do you think?” You ask to change the subject.

“I think it would be a good idea if you weren’t afraid of what your work husband would do,” Megan says, teasing you.

“I- what are you talking about,” You ask, hiding your blush.

“Y/N you can pretend to be oblivious, but Quinn really likes you and you should think about his reaction to having your new boyfriend at a game.”

“Who even knows if Evan would want to go,” You say before locking in on your work for the day.

You had already made plans to go out with Evan later that night so you figured it would be the best time to ask him then. You go home and get ready for your date thinking about what Megan said to you earlier in the day. 

Soon enough you leave to go meet Evan at some new restaurant you would never pick out because it was too fancy for your taste. He greets you with a kiss to your cheek asking you how your day was.

“It was good I just had to deal with Megan and Elias berating me all day,” You say, aiming to leave the questions about Quinn out.

“Why would they do that?”

“Oh I was just thinking about inviting you to a game soon and they were just making fun of me,” You say sheepishly.

“That would be so cool! Would you be able to hang out with me or would it be like a wag situation where I just watch you do your magic,” Evan says with a chuckle as you start to look over the menu.

“I could probably get the night off and sit with you. Do you think you’d be free for the game next Saturday against the Jets?”

“Yeah that would be great! I’m looking forward to it!” He says closing his menu to signal he’s ready to order.

You continue to hang out with both Quinn and Evan, but choose not to tell Quinn about your invite for Evan to come to the upcoming game.

Saturday’s game finally rolls around and Quinn notices your absence during the warmups. You usually can be found on the bench shooting content but tonight it’s Megan in your place. 

“Hey Petey do you know where Y/N is tonight?” Quinn asks hoping Elias might have some insight.

“Yeah she’s in the crowd tonight with Evan,” Elias says pointing towards Y/N and Evan in their seats.

Quinn’s heart drops. You had mentioned that you were thinking about inviting Evan but didn’t think it would be so soon. He tries to forget that you brought your boyfriend to the game, but he can’t forget the fact that you’re wearing his jersey. He can’t help but feel a fire ignite when Evan leans in to say something to you. The sense of jealousy does not go away, but there is a sense of pride knowing his name is the one on your back.

You spot Quinn looking at the two of you and give a shy wave like you had been caught. Evan leaves to go grab some water and you are stuck worrying about what Quinn is thinking about you bringing Evan. 

Honestly since you started hanging out with Quinn again you just felt like your heart wasn’t in it with Evan anymore. You were planning on ending it but he kept talking about how excited he was for the game, so You decided to wait until after to end it with him.

There were no goals by either team after the first period, but something about Quinn seemed off. He was checking the other team left and right and was obviously agitated. The crowd is electric even though the Canucks are down 3-2 half way through the third, but it doesn’t seem to help his mood.

Quinn continues to instigate against the Jets and eventually gets himself into a fight against some player who was aggravating him all night. It doesn’t last long, but enough to get himself a penalty. He looks even more upset than before watching over the play.

Y/N was worried for Quinn. He never was this short tempered and she couldn’t figure what made him that upset. Evan can feel the nerves radiating off of her and rubs her shoulder to try and calm her, but he can’t help but feel like he is the last thing she needs right now.

“Hey Y/N I hate to do this here but I think we should probably end this,” Evan says and you finally take your eyes off Quinn. There is nothing you can do but sigh.

“Evan I’m so sorry I really wish I could’ve been better for you.”

“No it’s ok we had a great time and I’m happy being your friend I just think you have feelings for someone else,” Evan says with little to no hurt in his voice.

“Yeah I would love to still be your friend,” You say with a small smile as he gets up to leave.

Quinn sees Evan get up, but he just assumes that Evan is getting you something from the concessions. He realizes he needs to stop focusing on your date tonight and lock in for the rest of the game.

Unfortunately the Canucks lose 4-2 and Quinn looks like a kicked puppy, but luckily he isn’t assigned to interviews so he can just clean up and get ready to head home. He hopes he can just forget this night, especially seeing you with Evan. 

Little does he know that you’re already waiting for him in the hallway all but pacing the area hoping he’s not too upset to talk to you. Quinn keeps his head down not wanting to see all of the sweet reunions of the couples and families until he hears you call his name. 

He almost doesn’t want to stop worrying Evan would be with you, but you ran up to him to get his attention. Quinn turns around surprised to see you alone with a worried look on your face.

“Where’s your boyfriend?” He asks, his voice laced with annoyance. His comment leaves a sting in your chest.

“Um we actually ended it, but I just came to see how you were doing. I was really worried about you. I've never seen you so upset,” You say with worry lacing your voice.

“Well thanks for checking on me but - wait you ended it with Evan?” Quinn asks, lighting back up.

“Yeah we were better off as friends. I honestly wanted to end it a while ago because I kind of have feelings for someone else, but he was really looking forward to the game,” You say rubbing your arm hoping he might start catching on.

“Oh?” Quinn says with a glimmer of hope in his eyes, but still guarded in case it is someone else.

“Yeah he’s some goofball who was stupid and got himself a penalty tonight,” You say, stepping closer to Quinn.

“Well hopefully he can get that under control for the rest of the season, I’m sure you don’t want to be stuck with someone spending time in a box the whole game,” Quinn says with a smirk and leaning in.

You decided to close the gap and the kiss was all you had ever hoped for. There was a mix of fireworks and something that just felt like home as he grabbed your sides to pull you in closer. Neither of you wanted this feeling to end, but unfortunately you had to come back up for air. 

Quinn has the slightest pink tinge and smile on his face as he pulls back far enough to scan your face for any regrets.

“I’ve been waiting to do that for so long,” He says.

“Finally!” Elias says as he rounds the corner to see the two of you still wrapped up in each other's arms.

“I never thought he would make a move,” Elias adds as Quinn tries to hide in your neck.

“Well maybe we should get out of here and talk a little bit,” You suggest and Quinn excitedly nods, grabbing your hand to lead you out.

The two of you get into his car and you leave the arena stealing kisses from each other at stop lights and looking forward to your future together.

[fiapartridge]

Saturn Returns Interlude ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ | jack hughes

"it's time for you to get real about life and sort out who you really are."

☼ pairing: jack hughes x fem!reader

☼ summary: one last princeton party with your beloved boy...

☼ fia’s note 💌: waittt we're lowkey on a roll. i literally have not done any school work simply because i'm so tapped into this LMAO. but i hope u enjoy Saturn Returns Interlude <3

eternal sunshine hq ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

prev part: don't wanna break up again ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

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You weren’t always like this. You didn’t believe in the standard ideology of making money, owning a nice house, creating a family, growing old, and dying. You were fun. Maybe that’s why Jack liked you; what drew him to you in the first place. 

As you sat strapped in the chair at the Lacuna Inc. office, items were being placed in front of you, inciting some sort of reaction in nerves—good or bad. But this one, this one was good.

“You can’t possibly think that Space Invaders 2 was better than Space Invaders 1,” Jack asked incredulously, his head tilted up towards the space you sat, perched on his back, your arms entangled around his neck as he piggybacked you to the parking lot.

“It was way better!” you laughed. “Tell me Dylan O’brien doesn’t make a hot astronaut.”

“Well,” he replied, earning a grin from you.

“See! Even you can’t say no.”

“Hey!” he poked your side before he let you down, allowing you to slip into the passenger seat before he rounded the car and plopped into the driver’s side. Pecking your lips, he eagerly strapped his seatbelt to himself. “You would have to be blind to think he didn’t look at least okay in that,” he chuckled, reversing out of the parking spot and onto the main road. 

Laughing, you slipped off your shoes, leaving them on the rubber mat of his car. Looking over at him, you watched him eye you quickly before looking back at the road. He smirked, feeling your eyes on him. When you were around, there was always a giddy feeling in his chest. His family told him that it was a symptom of the honeymoon phase. “It’ll fade with time,” his aunt told him during Thanksgiving dinner last year. But even when you’re screaming in his face, dark mascara running down your burning cheeks, and hiccups stuck in your sore throat, he still felt that feeling. 

As long as he was alive, he’d still feel that feeling.

You pulled your knees to your chest. “There’s a party,” you murmured.

He hummed in response but you knew he already knew about it. He knew about every party that happens in New Jersey. Not because he was some party fiend—well, yes he was—but because he was also invited to every party in New Jersey. If Jack Hughes was at your party, then it must be good. And, if Jack Hughes was at your party, it must mean his girlfriend was there too, because at that stage of your relationship, wherever he was, you were too. 

“I wanna go,” you whispered softly, running your hands through his hair as he stopped at a redlight. He threaded his fingers through yours, bringing them up to his lips, and gently kissing your knuckles. 

“Then let’s go.”

*₊ ° .　. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

It was a Princeton party. Jack hated those parties. He always felt so dumb around everyone else, but you loved this shit. Call yourself immature, but this was the one place you felt like you had a one-up on Jack. This was the one place you felt like you weren’t just Jack Hughes’ girlfriend. Here, you had a name. 

“Y/N!” Sam shouted over the music as he slid past drunk partygoers and sweaty, dancing bodies. 

Jack clung to you. His chest touched your back and his hands held your waist the entire time. He wasn’t going to let you go, not even for a second. 

“Sam,” you smiled. “This is Jack. You remember him from Cade’s party, right?” 

“The hockey player,” Sam recalled, holding his hand out to Jack.

Jack briefly nodded, sticking out his right hand, keeping his left attached to your figure. “Yeah. Just Y/N’s boyfriend tonight.”

You looked up at him, leaning back, and resting your head on his chest as he pecked your grinning lips. Sometimes you couldn’t believe how good he was at this—at being yours. Jack could navigate any room, whether it was a crowded party full of Ivy League kids or a packed arena filled with screaming fans, and still make it feel like you were the only person he cared about impressing. It wasn’t an act, either. You could see it in the way his fingers lightly drummed against your hip to the beat of the music or the way his eyes always flicked back to you, like he needed to confirm you were still there.

Sam kept talking, something about his startup idea or his summer internship—honestly, you weren’t paying attention. Jack wasn’t, either. His focus stayed on you, his thumb brushing lazy circles into the soft fabric of your top, grounding you to him. His chest was warm against your back as the conversation with Sam dragged on. You glanced over your shoulder and caught the slight twitch in Jack’s jaw, a telltale sign of how much longer he could take of Sam’s 15-minute monologue that soon became all about NFTs.

You smirked, slipping your fingers into his hand. “C’mon,” you whispered, tugging him gently toward the kitchen. “Let’s get you a drink before you die of boredom. See you later, Sam!” you smiled, waving goodbye to him as you dragged Jack through the party.

Jack’s low chuckle followed you as he let himself be pulled away. His free hand slipped into the back pocket of your jeans as you maneuvered through the crowd. 

In the kitchen, he leaned against the counter, watching you walk around like you just knew what to do, where everything was, like you never had a single question in your mind. You just knew.

“I owe you one for that,” he said faintly, his grin softening.

“You owe me plenty,” you teased, grabbing two red Solo cups from the counter and flashing him a grin over your shoulder. The kitchen was littered with cans: beers, seltzers, Yerba Mates (for some odd reason). A few pizza boxes were stacked on the counter near the half-opened fridge and a large plastic bin filled with ice sat, a few stray cans of unopened beers slowly sinking in the melting water. “Pick your poison.”

Assessing the limited variety, Jack picked up a beer from the cooler, handing it off to you—not forgetting to do so without a quick kiss. He watched as you popped open the lid, pouring in the bubbly liquid with ease. He didn’t take his eyes off you, even as you handed him his drink and started mixing your own. You felt his eyes on you as you bent down, grabbing a bottle of half-drunken vodka from one of the lower cabinets. You had bought Sam a handle two weeks ago for his birthday. You were surprised it wasn’t all gone by now. 

To be honest, Jack didn’t even like beer, but he didn’t say anything. He just watched you, a soft smile on his face like he couldn’t believe he got to have this—got to have you.

“Hm?” you hummed, still feeling his eyes bore into the back of your head.

“Nothing,” he said after a long pause, his voice quiet enough to make you spin around. “I just… you’re good at this.”

You chuckled. “At pouring drinks?” you asked, arching an eyebrow as you mixed the vodka with some cranberry juice you found on the counter.

He shook his head, taking a sip. “You’re just… good at making everything feel easy.” His words were soft, almost lost under the bass thudding from the next room. 

You rolled your eyes, trying to mask the flutter in your chest. “You’re ridiculous, Hughes.”

He scoffed, his grin widening as he reached for your hand again. He nodded, prompting you to push away from the counter and follow suit. “Come on, gotta show me those moves you’re always bragging about.”

He led you toward the living room, where the music was loud enough to vibrate through the floorboards. You slid easily into the crowds, finding the beat without hesitation. Jack stayed close, his hands settling on your hips, pulling you just enough to feel the heat of him on your back. 

You laughed, your drink still secure in your hand as you turned your head slightly, watching him watch you. He always said he was never a dancer, but with you, it felt like he could do it forever. 

Your free hand slid up, fingers threading into his hair, tugging just enough to make him lean down toward you. He didn’t hesitate, his arms tightening around your waist, grounding you against him as if you might slip away.

You leaned back, resting your head against his chest, your laughter soft and breathless as his lips brushed close to your ear. He grinned down at you like the crowded room had disappeared, like you were the only thing that mattered. And for that moment, it felt like you were.

You two stayed like that for a while. Laughing, touching, whispering in your little bubble. And as the music swelled, his hands steady on your hips and his eyes locked on yours, he made you believe how much he really loved you—that his love was not limited, and that you’d always be his, in every lifetime.

Growing hot, you tugged on Jack’s hand, weaving through the crowd and towards the front door. He didn’t question it, just followed, like he did most things with you. He’d follow you to the ends of the earth if he could.

Outside, the cool night air hit you, sharp against your skin, and you sighed in relief. The world felt quieter out here, with only the muffled thump of bass and the distant hum of crickets filling the space between you.

“Better?” he asked, his voice low as he leaned against the porch railing across from you.

“Yeah,” you said, wrapping your arms around yourself, the chill creeping through the thin fabric of your top.

Jack noticed immediately. Without a word, he shrugged off his jacket and stepped closer, draping it over your shoulders. His fingers lingered for a moment, brushing your collarbone as he adjusted the fit. 

You glanced up at him, the jacket swallowing you whole as the smell of faint cologne surrounded you. You didn’t even need to ask, you just let him pull it tighter around you. It was always like this with Jack—he knew what you needed before you could even say it.

“What about you?” 

He shrugged, slipping his hands into the back pockets of your jeans as he stepped even closer, his body radiating warmth. “Guess I’ll just have to stay here,” he said, his voice teasing but low enough to make your breath hitch. “Besides, it looks better on you anyway.”

You rolled your eyes but your smile gave you away.

Everything about this moment was perfect and effortless and just so right. Like it was the most natural thing in the world for him to hold you like this, like you just fit together. 

For a while, you just stood there, and when the cold started to bite a little harder, he nudged you gently. “Ready to head back in?”

You hesitated, pulling the jacket tighter around you. You wish you had stayed longer; that you didn’t crave the need to see your friends inside; that you were fine just standing there with him, listening to his breathing, and every time he pointed out a constellation. (He didn’t really know what a constellation was—he just pointed at random stars, and you didn’t want to explain it to him, so you let him have at least that, just like you always let him have the little things.) You wish you had stayed. 

So now, you said, “Not yet.”

And in another universe, he would’ve said, “Okay.” He would’ve leaned in until your shoulders touched, waited until you were ready to move, and stayed with you on that porch until morning.

You could feel the jacket growing heavier on your shoulders, like it knew it was the last time you’d ever hold this moment. 

And then, so suddenly, just like all of the memories before, it began to . . .

f a d e .

The edges of the memory began to blur. The cool breeze softened into a dull hum. The laughter between you grew distant, and the stars he’d pointed to were disappearing one by one, swallowed by the thick, dark sky. You tried to hold on, tried to keep the details sharp—the sound of his voice, the heat of his touch—but the harder you clung, the faster they slipped away.

Wait, you wanted to shout. Please. Let me hold onto this for a little while longer. Please, just wait.

But then, the stars above turned to nothing. The porch faded, the thump of music dissolved into silence, and the memory slowly unraveled, thread by thread.

Until it was gone,

and all that you were looking at was a piece of fabric.

[rowdydevs-nhl]

Could you do a Thomas Rhett “Marry Me” plot with Jack and Quinn Hughes please? One of them can be the one that the reader is trying to marry while the other one can be the one that wants the reader and that the reader secretly wants as well. If not that’s okay.

Thank you sm for your ask!! I’ve never heard this song so I had to do a little research 🫣 also sorry, Quinn 😭

+18 → language | angsty, cheating + kissing

𝓙𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓗𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝔁 𝓯𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

1k

Jack’s POV:

The lake shone in the late day sun, gold dancing across rippled water. Wind ruffled in trees, carrying laughter—her laughter. I shifted slightly on the dock, sitting up on my palms to watch.

She was sprawled in the sun, warmth of summer casting a glow across her soft skin. The way she smiled was so damn easy, so fucking beautiful—it tore something in my chest. She sat up on her elbows, meeting her friend’s glance across the dock, taking a dash for the water.

I hadn’t even realized I was holding my breath until she leaped in.

The splash vibrated across the quiet, and I sat up straight, my eyes on the spot she’d disappeared beneath the surface. I never wanted to lose sight of her. I never wanted to feel that loss—not now, never again.

Seconds ticked by, and she came up, water sheened across her perfect skin, hair slicked back, wide smile across her face. She was gorgeous—always was. But in a heartbeat, I saw her in my mind’s eye, a different time.

That night had been alive—wild and hot, packed with stolen laughter and whispered promises. She’d been mine in that moment. We had been everything and nothing at once, twisted up in each other until reality hit.

Hockey had been my everything. My career took center stage. And she lived her life without it. Without me. I told myself I was okay with it. And, I was okay with that. Until now.

I blinked back to reality just in time to see my brother, Quinn, reaching for her. Strong arms wrapped around her, hoisting her up onto the dock, his wide, warm smile something I was used to yet never got to hold.

Then he kissed her.

It was a quick one. Chaste. Familiar. But it stole my air.

My own brother. The weight of it hit hard in my chest when realization hit home—she was his now. She was his to start with. And he didn’t seem to be letting her go.

"Yeah, I think I’m gonna marry her.” He mumbled against the lip of his beer can earlier this afternoon. Those eight little words almost derailed me. I swallowed hard around the ache, forged a smile, pretended like it didn’t twist a knife in my heart. But standing there, looking at them, I saw it all too easily—the life that was theirs, the one he wanted with her.

And all I was able to think was how easily it could’ve been mine. If I hadn’t let it slip. If I hadn’t released it…

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. * ੈ✩‧₊˚

The bonfire licked low between us that night, flames dancing across her face. She sat across from me, colliding with my eyes over blaze, and for a heartbeat, everything else was forgotten.

The tension was there from the beginning of our trip. Unspoken. Heavy. I felt it now, bearing down on my chest, lingering in the way her eyes never looked away.

I released a harsh breath and pushed to my feet. "I’m gonna head in."

No one really said anything—except her. Her eyes stayed on me as I backed up to the fire, disappearing into the house.

The second I was in, I picked up my phone, my thumbs hovered over our old string of texts. I hadn’t been looking for anything—but there it was. Three little bubbles.

I was shaking.

Then, her message.

You: You’re not going to sleep, are you?

I stared at it for a moment before I typed.

Jack: No.

You: You feel it too, don’t you?

Jack: Yeah.

You: What are we going to do about it?

I didn’t think. Didn’t hesitate.

Jack: Meet me around back.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. * ੈ✩‧₊˚

She came around in the dark a few minutes later, and before she said a word, I took her. I took hold of her, my arms around her, my hard hands around her waist, pulling hard up to my body, and I kissed her hard and needing.

She gasped for air as I hauled her in tight, my arms hard around her, my fingers digging into the thin material of her shirt. The instant our mouths met, something inside of me just burst—something I had been keeping in check for way too long.

She melted in my arms in a heartbeat, her fingers twisted around my shirt, pulling in close as if she had been waiting for this just as desperately as I was waiting for it. The taste of her was intoxicating—familiar, yet new, a memory I tried to push aside but never been able to.

She moaned in my mouth, her lips parting, and I deepened it, my arms moving up her back, my palms cupping the heat of her there as my tongue slipped between her soft lips.

The night air was cold, but she was blazing in my arms. Her entire body was pressed up against me. My fingers raked into her hair, tilting up her face so I could take more and feel more of her.

Fuck, it had been too long.

Her hands slipped up, sweeping over my chest, my shoulders, curling in my hair too. This was more than a weak moment.This was more than a few year's worth of nostalgia. This was years worth of pent-up yearning, of every unspoken word in between then and now—every missed chance finally coming to a head.

I backed up just enough to meet her beautiful eyes, my forehead pressed to hers. Her swollen lips panting. The heavy look in her eyes as she pulled me in for more and I knew it was two-sided.

Her fingers knotted in my shirt, her breathing shaky. “Jack…” She whispered. I swallowed hard as I moved her, pushing her back against the house.

“Tell me to stop,” I whispered.

She didn't. Instead, she moved forward, claiming my lips again, her kiss more desperate, hungrier. She came up onto her toes, her body conforming to mine, and I groaned in her mouth, my hands delving under her hoodie, my fingertips tracing the warm skin of her lower back. She shuddered, but she didn't move away.

I should've stopped. I should've thought of my brother, thought of everything that this would ruin. I just couldn't. Instead I lifted her up, taking her into my arms, walking with her toward the door, moving us to a place with a bed, and a lock.

She was here with me. And I was not gonna let her go.

𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

[fangirlmermaid]

Can i please resquest Matt Rempe with secret dating/forbidden romance reader is a Jersey Devil and is dating Matt Rempe In secret because of their teams rivalry (team noticed something was up when you came into practice with a hickey on your neck)

and if you want can it be hughes sister reader? if you dont do that then its fine and dw about it!! thank you so much🫶🏻

Matt Rempe x Hughes!reader (female)

Summary: Being a New Jersey Devil and secretly dating Matt Rempe. One day your teammates see a hickey and get suspicious. How will your brothers react to your forbidden romance

Warning: Sexual themes, violence, angst

Notes: Quickly proofread, grammar and spelling mistakes. I tried

(Thank you for liking my NHL x Reader request)

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You are such an idiot. There are literally so many other guys out there but no you had to fall for Matt Rempe from the New York Rangers.

It would be different if you were an anonymous person. But you’re not.

You are the only girl in the NHL playing for the Jersey Devils, and if that were just the case you wouldn’t be extra sneaky about your relationship. You are also a Hughes.

You knew it was a stupid risk, with your team's rivalry and your brother's hatred for Matt specifically. But getting to know Matt off the ice, he was worth the risk.

You ran towards the arena cursing under your breath that you were late. Matt was sleeping over and wouldn’t let you get out of bed no matter how many times you pleaded. Matt sucking on your neck is when you were about to give in but then your brother Luke called you wondering where you were.

You quickly changed and went towards the rink just in time for warm-ups, and your brothers walked up to you. “(Y/N) What took you so long?” Jack wondered. You kept your eyes on your helmet knowing one look from them and you would spill your guts. “Car troubles,” you mumbled, pulling your hair tie off your wrist.

The guilt was eating you alive. You hated lying to your teammates and your family especially, but you knew how they would react. You closed your eyes as you raked your fingers through your hair before pulling it into a low ponytail. When you open your eyes, you notice the team is staring at you.

You think it’s because you are gorgeous (because you are) “Right car troubles” Jack chuckled. You knit your eyebrows together as some teammates chuckle while others make kissing noises. Luke pointed to his neck. “You have a hickey,” he explained, making your heart sink to the floor. Oh shit, of fucking course I have one. You nervously glanced around at your teammates “Huh” was all you were able to say, you might as well come in wearing Matt’s Jersey if you were going to be so careless. Your brothers looked at each other with mischievous smiles on their faces “I’m not having this conversation” You said pushing passed your brothers and hitting the ice. “We’re not letting this go,” Jack told Luke. “Definitely not,” Luke agreed. They sealed their promise with a fist bump before putting on their helmets and hitting the ice.

You were sitting in the front row of the arena chugging down water. You opened the camera app on your phone to see the damage to your neck, and now you are wondering how the hell you didn’t notice the huge hickey before you left your apartment.

You took a picture of it.

Future Mrs.Rempe

Are you out of your mind?!

                                                                                  LoveBug

                                                Going to need a little more context, baby ;)

You sent the picture of it to Matt

Future Mrs.Rempe

Matt everyone knows about it, and I don’t know what to tell them!

                                                                                  LoveBug

                                                                          How about the truth?

Future Mrs.Rempe

Baby, they won’t understand. Especially Jack! Who knows how they’ll react

                                                                                  LoveBug 

                                                          I will happily fight for your hand, Baby

 You playfully roll your eyes.

                                                                                LoveBug

                                                       I’ll be more careful next time, promise!

Future Mrs.Rempe

If it happens again, I’m going to make you regret it

                                                                           LoveBug

                                                           I love it when you talk dirty to me ;)

“(Y/N)” Nico called as he and your brothers skated towards you. In a panic, you shut off your phone “Heeey” You smiled, and all three of them leaned over the rink wall with goofy smiles.

“Oh no, they got you in on it” You whined throwing your head back, “so, who are you texting?” Luke wondered playfully poking your skates with his stick, you felt your cheeks heating “None of your business” you groaned hiding your face behind your hands. You just wanted the practice to be over, you were tired of playing 20 questions with everyone. Is this the only exciting thing happening in their lives? “We at least need to know if you’re being safe. I don’t think any of us want to be an uncle just yet” Jack joked, “Oh my god” you gasped standing up “They’re just trying to look out for you” Nico cut in, you smiled at them “I appreciate it but it’s not necessary” You explained looking at them. “But who is it?” Nico smiled you rolled your eyes. “Bye,” you smiled, grabbing your phone and water bottle so you could move.

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“They wouldn’t leave it alone,” You told Matt who sat on your bed against your headboard “They’re just mad that you’re taken” Matt assured, you came out of your private bathroom wearing one of Matt’s shirts “Well I wish they would do it from afar” You sighed before collapsing into bed.

You face-planted into your pillow. Matt rolled over towards you rubbing your back “It’ll all be old news soon, okay” Matt reassured you moving your wet hair so he could see your beautiful face. You lifted your head to look at him.

“Really?”

Matt nodded before kissing your forehead. That seemed to snap you out of your gloomy mood, “This is your fault, by the way,” you explained sitting up Matt knit his eyebrows together “How is this my fault?” he laughed trying how wrap his brain around your statement. You straddled him “Well I’m pretty sure I didn’t give myself this hickey” You smirked playing with the ends of his hair, “Oh how will I ever make it up to you?” His tone dripping with sarcasm as his hands land on your ass. You sat there and looked up at the ceiling as you pondered how he could ever make it up to you.

You looked at your boyfriend with lust “I have some idea” You smirked Matt squeezed your butt “Oh yeah?” he smiled you nodded as you started grinding against his cock. You kissed Matt, it started slow but grew more heated. Matt's tongue grazed at your bottom lip, you opened your mouth and your tongues danced together.

Knock Knock

You pulled away groaning “Who the fuck is that?” You wondered looking at Matt, “I knew you were going to come home in a bad mood so I ordered takeout from (Favorite/restaurant) while you were driving home” Matt explained pushing your hair behind your ear. Your heart swelled with love, your hands cupped his Jaw “You’re so sweet” you whispered your thumb stroking his cheek “Anything for my girl” he smiled you pulled him into a lingering kiss.  

Knock Knock

You pulled away and hopped off of him. Matt stood up and walked towards the door. You hated to see him leave, but you loved watching him walk away.

You heard someone yelling “What the fuck”, you raised your eyebrows in curiosity. You placed your phone down and opened your bedroom door, not being prepared for what’s going on in the living room.

You froze in place the moment you entered the living room. Your brothers were in your apartment glaring at your boyfriend, Jack was the first to notice you. “Heeey buddy” You gave an awkward smile while slowly dying inside. Jack’s eyes were full of rage “What the fuck is he doing here, (Y/N)?!” Jack scoffed, and your eyes darted from your brothers to Matt “Umm…” You trailed off trying to figure out how to defuse this situation.  

Matt gave you a small nod and a warm smile, letting you know he was here for you no matter the outcome. It gave you the confidence to find your voice “He’s my boyfriend” you reveal looking at your brothers who looked like they were just slapped across the face. Luke was the first to speak “Him?” you nodded your head, “Does Quinn know?!” Jack wondered you shook your head, no one knew. Luke pointed at Matt“He’s a ranger! We hate the Rangers!” Luke added, You were about to explain but Jack blew his fuse “Are you fucking kidding me?! This is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done!  You’re so fucking pathetic!” Jack yelled, making you flinch.

Matt’s heart broke when he saw you on the verge of tears, “He’s just using you! You’re fucking stupid if you can’t see it?!” Luke yelled steam coming out of his ears. Matt couldn’t sit here and let them talk badly about the love of his life, so he stood in front of you shielding you from them “I think it’s time for the two of you to leave” Matt said in an emotionless tone, if it was anyone else Matt would’ve beaten the shit out of them but they were your brothers and your family meant everything to you.

Your brothers glare at Matt before storming out and slamming the door so hard your apartment shook. 

It was like your heart was ripped out of your chest, your whole body was trembling. You lost feeling in your legs “Hey” Matt whispered, catching you before you collapsed. You buried your face into Matt’s chest “I-I’m sorry” you hiccuped, Matt wrapped your arms around his neck and lifted you “You have nothing to apologize for. They shouldn’t have spoken to you like that” Matt whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple. You wrap your legs around his waist “I love you so much, (Y/N). Nothing will change that. They’ll come around” Matt states holding you up by your thighs. You pulled away from Matt’s neck and looked at him “Really?” your voice rasped, Matt nodded while his heart broke at the sight of your puffy eyes. He kissed every inch of your face.

Once the food arrived, Matt brought the food and you to your bedroom (yes you were still wrapped around him, the Doordasher was looking at the two of you like you were weirdos) Matt glared at him.

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The secret was out, you called your parents and told them. They were a little unsure because of Matt's reputation on the ice but you told stories about how he’s so sweet to you that won them over. You didn’t tell them about how you were fighting with Jack and Luke. 

Then you told Quinn, pretty much a repeat with your parents, he was a little hurt that you kept it from him but happy that you found someone. You did tell him about the fight, and he offered to help. Deep down you knew that you were his favorite sibling as he was yours. You told him no, it was your problem and you needed to deal with it. 

Word spread around fast at practice that you were dating the enemy, the guys joked that you were a traitor. You were happy that you worried over nothing. It would be better if your brothers would come around, they wouldn’t speak or look at you. 

It was annoying when you guys were on the same team for practice. They wouldn’t give you the puck if you had a clean shot and stole the puck during a pass. The final straw is when Jack knocks you down so he can shoot the puck into the net. 

You stood up, your eyes threw daggers at Jack “Are you fucking kidding me?!” You shouted, Jack glared at you “You were in my way” Jack grumbled, Luke skated over “You were in his way” Luke agreed with anger in his eyes, you rolled your eyes “I’m sick of you two acting like little bitches just because of who I’m dating. Fucking get over yourselves” You grumbled, “You’re fucking annoying” Jack muttered, raged erupted making you shove Jack which caused him to shove you.

Coach blew his whistle and yelled at you three to knock it off “You guys fucking suck. The team's stupid rivalry shouldn’t be more important than your sister's happiness” you told with a hint of sadness in your voice before skating away to Nico (who made sure you were okay).

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Knock Knock

Matt opened the door and released a frustrated sigh as his eyes landed on your brothers. “What do you want?” Matt muttered through his gritted teeth his eyes growing cold, you told him about practice and how they were acting like total asses Matt was furious. Luke cleared his throat “Is (Y/N) here?” Luke wondered. You were taking a bath trying to relax, “That depends, are you two assholes going to yell at her again?” Matt spat with venom, Jack rolled his eyes “Is she here or not?!” Jack grumbled growing impatient, Matt had the urge to take a swing at them for hurting you “Not here” Matt answered.

The door was almost closed when entered the living room “Who’s at the door, Matty?” you asked putting your hair in a claw clip “No one baby, just trash” Matt promised. Luke and Jack pushed their way into the living room “What?” you huffed crossing your arms over your chest, Matt stood next to you ready to be your backup. Luke rubbed the back of his neck “(Y/N), we’re sorry. We shouldn’t have reacted the way we did” Luke apologized, You kept glaring at them “(Y/N), you’re obviously more important to us than the Devils Rangers rivalry” Jack added, your stone-cold facial expression started to soften “We were shocked, we should’ve been more understanding” Luke admitted, no shit you thought. Jack nodded “You’re our sister, if he makes you happy then that’s all that matters” Luke smiled.

You laid your hands on your brother’s shoulders, “I love you guys too…but don’t do that shit again or I swear to god I will make you regret fucking with me” You admitted, Luke and Jack nodded. You pulled them into a hug “We love you too” your brothers smile.

Matt smiled at the scene. Luke and Jack glared at your boyfriend mouthing if you hurt her we will kill you. So will Quinn Luke dragged his finger across his throat and Jack held his finger gun to his head. Matt would never in a million years but he nodded anyway.

[sc0tters]

Ride it Baby! | Trevor Zegras & Jack Hughes

summary: Trevor finally gets a chance to make a move on you but what happens when Jack isn’t far behind?

request: yes/no

warnings: mature scenes, threesome, p in v, oral (m receiving!), handjob (fem & m receiving!), swearing, mild dumbification kink?

word count: 3.73k

authors note: look at me still alive! This request has been staring at me for days and it was about time that it got written out. If you wanna read an actual good threesome series with these two go find the one on @drysdalesv ‘s page! I’ve been writing this for like a week now so I’m glad you all finally get to see it. I picked the Calgary stampede for this cause like: a. it’s men in cowboy hats and b. my dad found his old hat from the 2010 stampede and it’s officially mine when I go home!

You didn’t know how you got dragged into this.

Cole thought it was a smart idea having the group go to the Calgary Stampede and as Luke’s best friend who was also Canadian, you were immediately Luke’s plus one.

It had been an amusing for the first few days watching the boys embody their best country personalities “morning pretty girl,” Jack smiled tilting his hat towards you.

The middle Hughes boy spent the last two years of knowing you towing the line between being friendly and flirty. After all you were Luke’s best friend and that was what Jack had to repeat to himself whenever he saw you “hi Jacky.” You giggled leaning against the counter as the locks of your freshly curled hair dropped to frame your face.

He reached over to tuck your hair behind your hair pushing your hat backwards “get to see your face now.” The hockey player mumbled pinching your chin between his fingers causing you to smile.

Your cheeks grew warm as your stomach turned into knots “c’mon you two were gonna be late!” Trevor called out as the rest of the boys were already waiting outside to make their way to the venue.

Trevor had to admit that the way you looked like he had walked in on something made him feel jealous. The ducks player had thought you were cute since he met you, Trevor just I never thought that his competition to get you would be Jack “let me fix your hat Z.” You placed your hands on your hips as the boys hat was lob sided.

It made Jack smirk at the clueless look on his friends face “thanks doll,” the nickname fell off Trevor’s tongue as you playfully rolled your eyes “we can’t be late now boys.” You giggled walking off as you wrapped your arm around Luke’s torso.

For both boys it was the constant reminder of one of the reasons why they couldn’t have you.

The day had gone on and it was well into the evening when things started to truly get hot “it’s too hot Lu!” You groaned as you shook your head turning down the boys offer to go talk to some pretty girl.

Luke didn’t want to argue so instead he went alone “you feeling hot baby?” Trevor asked patting his thigh for you to sit as there was no space for you on the bench.

You took the offer of his thigh as you smiled “so hot,” you complained fanning your face.

Trevor smirked wrapping his hand around your waist as he pulled you closer “you look hot,” he mumbled effortlessly flirting with you.

It made you laugh “what are you getting at Zegras?” You asked wriggling your eyebrows as you took the beer from his hand taking a few sips from it in the process.

The hockey player felt his cock grow hard as a drop of beer fell from your lips letting it run down your chin all the way between down between your breasts that were highlighted by the tight white T-shirt you were sporting.

Watching his eyes follow the droplet you smirked “you think I’m hot sweets?” You asked reaching forward to take the hat from his head as you let it fall onto your head. Luke had stolen your hat minutes ago so you know had one back on your head.

Trevor’s jaw tensed as he watched the playful grin form on your face “baby don’t tease me,” he warned squeezing your thigh as you pouted.

Your fingers lightly traced up your arm “you know what this means here?” You pointed to his hat causing him to furrow his eyebrows “means I wanna fuck you,” your lips pressed a kiss against his ear lobe making sure that your words were only heard by him.

That was all it took for Trevor’s mood to change “you better not be fucking with me,” his tone was serious making you clench your legs around his thigh.

The hockey player let out a forced cough drawing the attention of his friends “I’m not feeling well,” Trevor blurted out making you furrow your eyebrows.

He didn’t let his fingers stop tracing figures on your thighs “you want to come home with me?” He asked suddenly helping everything fall into place.

You were quick to nod “I’ll make sure he gets home safe.” You mumbled holding your hand out as you two quickly left before anyone could question you two.

Whilst Alex and Cole didn’t seem to care about what happened as two girls walked over to them, Jack never let his eyes leave you two “I gotta go.” He announced quickly letting himself get excused as he slid out of the table.

Despite the fact that that the walk back to the Airbnb was only five minutes it felt like an eternity.

Trevor’s lips attacked your neck as you tried to unlock the front door “fuck Z,” you moaned struggling to focus as your body melted into his touch.

Your hand shook as you failed to get the key in the hole “c’mon baby, don’t you want me to fuck you?” His voice rang through your ears as he went back to kissing your neck.

When you let out a needy cry he finally gave you a moment to breathe “want you to make me feel so fucking good.” You pleaded finally getting the door open.

You turned back to Trevor who smiled “let’s not waste time then.” He mumbled capturing your lips in a kiss.

It was messy as you could taste the beer on his tongue “jump,” Trevor grunted pushing you inside.

His hands hooked under your thighs as you wrapped your legs around his waist shutting the door behind you both. Your lips against his as his tongue ran over your lower lip.

Wanting to play a harder game you kept your lips shut this time frustrating the boy in the process as he carried you up the stairs.

Trevor let his teeth sink into your lip causing you to moan “that wasn’t so hard now baby?” He asked bringing you into his room.

As your body was thrown onto his bed you were reminded of the fact Jack was his roommate based on the second double bed n the room “if you think he’s gonna come back baby, he won’t.” Trevor seemed to take your look as one of concern.

If only he knew.

You nodded smiling as he came down onto the bed with you “been wanting you out of these little shorts the entire day.” The hockey player confessed letting his hands cup your ass that was barely covered by the denim material.

His comment made your panties turn wet “what are you waiting for then?” You gasped at the feeling of Trevor’s cold fingers gripping at the hem of your shorts.

It should have surprised you when it took him little to no effort to rip the denim where your crotch was “now you can’t be in those for the rest of the week.” Trevor smirked at you as he leaned forward letting his nose hover over yours.

Your lips formed a pout “I liked that pair,” you mumbled causing him to laugh “I’ll buy you a thousand of them if it means I can tear them off of you.” The hockey players confession made you whimper as the boy kissed your lips.

His hips grinded against against yours making him wish that the layers between you two weren’t there.

A groan left your lips “I need you,” you begged driving your hips upwards.

With one hand Trevor hooked his fingers in your panties pulling them down your legs as his other hand had two fingers tapping on your lips “suck.” The hockey player ordered looking at your big eyes.

Traditionally you weren’t that kind of girl in bed but when Trevor said that you had to listen “good girl,” he smirked to himself at the way your mouth took his fingers in.

That as you swirled them in your mouth like you were sucking his cock made Trevor nearly come on the spot “been thinking about this since I met you.” The hockey player confessed thrusting his fingers further into your mouth causing you to groan.

He pulled them out of your mouth when he decided that he had enough letting out a gasp as the saliva trail broke on your shirt “gonna make you feel so good.” Trevor mumbled kissing your lips as his wet fingers teased your clit.

A moan was trapped in your throat when his fingers slid into your core “you’re so fucking wet baby.” The hockey player grunted feeling your pussy clench around his fingers.

All you could do was nod “don’t stop Z,” you whined letting your head drive itself into the mattress beneath you.

Trevor smiled pecking your lips “don’t worry baby.” The grin on his face was clear “won’t leave you here.” When you didn’t respond with anything coherent Trevor realised that you were letting the pleasure get to you causing the boys fingers to increase the speed of their thrusts.

His eyes watched as your pussy swallowed his fingers “enjoying being my greedy little girl?” The ducks player asked sending his fingers into a come here motion “all for you sweets,” you moaned sliding your shirt up as you pulled your bra down letting your tits fall free.

He took the moment to lean forward and take your one breast in his mouth swirling the sensitive nub around with his tongue. You looked down at Trevor and you knew it was all over for you the moment your eyes locked in on his.

Your hand wrapped around the sheet beneath you as your face began to scrunch up “I’m coming fuck!” You chest heaved as your head fell onto his shoulder.

The post orgasmic bliss look formed on your face as his fingers fell out of your pussy “you think you can give me another one?” The boy mumbled hooking his fingers under your chin as he kissed you. Trevor pulled the shirt off his shoulders as he threw it across the room letting it land on Jack’s suitcase.

A smile formed on your face as you followed his actions “I could go all night sweets,” you shot back playfully sticking your tongue out at him as you ignored the way you felt seeing his cock come out of his boxers.

It made Trevor smirk that he knew even when he wasn’t inside of you he still had you forcing your thighs together to stop the buildup of pleasure “my needy girl huh?” Trevor’s words made you whimper as you pulled him down onto the bed.

Anticipation ran through your veins as the boys hands formed a cage around you “I wanna ride you,” the confession fell from your lips as your cheeks turned red.

There wasn’t a lot of effort from Trevor to flip you two over as your clit hit his torso “Trevor,” you moaned rubbing the sensitive nub against his chiseled abs.

Trevor’s hands reached up to grab your hips “no touching,” you shook your head pushing his hands away.

He listened wanting to see what would happen “like it when you listen.” You cooed grabbing his cock to tease your clit a few times before your sank down on his cock.

You rolled your hips against Trevor’s as your nails ran down his chest “so good,” you groaned letting your head fall back as the boys cock throbbed from inside of you.

The pleasure wasn’t enough to distract you from the sound of his bedroom door opening “Jack,” you moaned feeling Trevor’s hands grab at your waist.

Jack stood there with wide eyes as he tried to ignore the way he felt seeing how Trevor stared up at you.

He saw that your eyes hadn’t left the younger boy “you think it’s hot as he watches me fuck you?” Trevor grunted locking eyes with Jack as his hands went around to your ass where he slapped the area of skin.

It made you jump as you whimpered “answer me baby,” the boy warned reminding you what he expected of you.

Jack should have felt dirty as his hand went down under his shorts and boxers as he began to palm his aching cock “makes me feel hot,” you confessed pushing your hair out of your face as Trevor ran your nipples between his fingers.

His effort to tease your sensitive nubs made you whimper “think you should invite him then.” Trevor’s voice was raspy as your pussy clenched around him at the suggestion.

Your eyes didn’t leave Jack as his best friend continued to fuck your pussy “want to suck you off.” You mumbled letting your lips form a pout until Jack walked over to you “take it pretty girl.” Jack’s voice was soft as he leaned down to kiss you letting the grunt fall from his lips as you began palming his cock.

The Ducks player watched feeling jealousy corse through his veins watching Jack smirk into your kiss “oh fuck.” You moaned feeling Trevor’s rough thumb come to your clits attention.

Jack took the opportunity to slide his cock into your mouth “like having us both baby?” Trevor asked not letting his movements on your clit slow down.

All you could do was nod as a muffled cry from your lips was swallowed by Jack’s cock “look at our little cock drunk girl.” Jack cooed as his fingers locked into you hair forcing your throat to accommodate his cock as you tried to not gag.

The scene was hot as both boys seemed to use you for their own pleasure trying to see who could last longer than the other “you’re gonna love this pussy dude.” Trevor grunted as you squeezed his cock.

That was the first time the two had actually addressed each other “so tight like she’s never been fucked before.” He added making you whine as you stared up at Jack who didn’t let his eyes leave you.

It was clear that you were overwhelmed with pleasure when your eyes began to roll back into your head “is that it pretty girl?” Jack asked making you blink at him “are we fucking you dumb?” His second question combined with the way Trevor’s fingers focused on your clit as his cock kept on discovering new parts of your pussy.

Both boys could tell that you were close which made them let out sighs of relief when it meant that they no longer needed to worry about not outlasting you “baby we will be nice and let you come tonight.” Trevor mumbled feeling his cock throb from inside of you.

Jack watched as your face scrunched up “hear that pretty girl, you don’t even have to beg him.” Those words made Trevor regret not holding you back as it seemed to touch a jealous thought in his head making his thrusts speed up like there was no tomorrow.

Your orgasm came quickly as a cry left your lips thighs shaking as Trevor fucked you through your high. That feeling of your pussy suffocating his cock spurred his orgasm on but he tried to not think about it “right there fuck!” Jack groaned with his body sputtering as he shot his load into your mouth.

His hand wrapped around your throat “let me see your tongue pretty girl.” Jack ordered as you listened moaning when Trevor slid his cock out of you “want to see you swallow.” It would have made the middle Hughes boy come all over again as he felt his realise slide down the inside of your throat.

Trevor presence was reminded to you as you got up to feel his come ooze out of your pussy “how do you want me honey?” You asked bringing his lips down to yours.

The Devils player clicked his tongue as he let out a laugh “pretty girl thinks she is in charge now.” His pulled at your waist making you gasp “want your ass in the air.” Within no time Jack had spun you around leaving you to stare at Trevor who had also repositioned himself.

You sent Trevor a smile as you leaned down to kiss him. The soft gesture from you was quickly ruined when Jacks cock ran between your folds “you were so right about this.” Jack grunted thrusting into your pussy as he used Trevor’s come that mixed with yours as lube “been keeping this a secret from us.” He added letting his head fall forward.

The ducks player took the moment to grab your face “enjoying this baby?” He asked taking the moment to be softer to you.

You nodded feeling tears from in your eyes as Jack’s cock was slightly longer than Trevor’s “so much,” you mumbled “so big,” you added surprised that your legs were still stable.

Sounds of skin slapping echoed through the room “you wanna taste it?” Once your eyes fell to his cock that was already growing hard at the sounds of your gasps.

Your head nodded repeatedly until the boy kissed your lips “take it baby.” Trevor leaned back edging his cock closer to your face.

Jack’s fingers dug into your hips making you cry out in pleasure. It gave Trevor the opportunity to push your face down to his cock “little baby behaves so well for us.” Trevor cooed as you gurgled around his cock.

All three of you were still sensitive from your previous orgasms and despite the fact that it was a sensory overload, you still managed to force the boys cock further down your throat. Your lips were swollen from sucking on both boys cocks.

Trevor locked his hand around your hair in this makeshift ponytail as he helped guide you through the motions.

Hearing the pretty little noises fall from your lips made both boys feel content. The mini competition the boys once had to made you come first was now out of the window as they each prioritised their own orgasms.

Between Jack’s harsh snaps of his hips against yours and Trevor forcing more of his cock into your mouth the scene all together was hot.

Jack slipped his hand over your hips as it rested on your clit, fingers drawing circles on the sensitive nub. Your nose hit Trevor’s torso as your eyes shot open in surprise.

It didn’t take Trevor long to pull you off of his cock with his hands cupping your cheeks “so fucking pretty baby.” The boy grunted kissing your lips as your hand replaced what your mouth once did.

The hockey players couldn’t decide what position they preferred more “I’m gonna come!” You groaned having your hand speed up around his cock.

Jack didn’t seem to like that announcement as he shook his head “want to hear you beg for it baby.” He murmured not letting his fingers movements calm down on your clit.

A cry left your lips “please Jack,” you whined feeing his hips hit yours. The boy didn’t let up “I’ll be so good for you both.” You gasped hoping sending Trevor a pleasing look as you hoped he would help you out.

When he remained silent you let your mouth replace your hand having your tongue swirl around his cock as you hoped it would help your cause “give her what she wants J,” Trevor grunted as you tried to suck the life out of him.

The devils player decides to listen as he nodded “go on pretty girl.” Jack slapped your clit causing a long moan to fall from your lips as you came spurring on boys orgasms.

Your body shook when the younger boy’s load shot deep inside of you “there we go baby,” Trevor cooed stopping your head as his orgasm washed over him making sure that not a drop of his release left your mouth.

Jack knew it was fucked up but as he let his soft cock fall from your pussy the devils player couldn’t help but stare at the sight of his brothers best friend all fucked out by none other than Luke’s brother and his friend.

The air in the boys bedroom was warm as Jack placed you on the bed giving you a moment to recover “ayo Trev you gotta see this!” Alex called out as the two oldest boys walked into the house.

Trevor clearly looked annoyed “it’s okay, I got her from here.” Jacks quick interception had the Ducks player roll his eyes “see you later Z.” You mumbled your words softly blinking at him.

When you didn’t dispute what Jack said it irritated the older boy “night baby,” Trevor mumbled kissing your forehead before he quickly got changed “I’ll be down in a sec!” He yelled back downstairs.

This was the first time you were left with Jack and before either one of you could talk your phone went off.

Pookie 🤪: I’m not coming home tonight

Pookie 🤪: this girl thinks I’m a catch??

Pookie 🤪: hope your night is as fun as mine!

A laugh left your lips as flipped your phone around to show the boy his brothers messages “let’s get you in cleaned up then.” Jack proposed picking you up as your were in dire need of a bathe before you let slumber consume you.

The middle Hughes boy set you in the shower to clean you off before he got you into your bed “you okay pretty girl?” Jack asked smiling at the sight of you in his devils training camp shirt.

You nodded letting out a yawn “I’m good honey,” the hockey player pressed a kiss to your forehead watching you nestle your head into your pillow.

Jack sat next to you massaging your cheek with his thumb “I’m gonna let you sleep.” He mumbled seeing that your eyes were growing heavy.

A little thumbs up that you sent him made the boy laugh “tonight was nice,” you announced watching him make his way to your door.

He chewed at the inside of his cheek, Jack wanted you to himself and not as something that he had to share with Trevor.

All Jack knew was that the rest of this week and how the summer played out spending the time with you was going to be interesting.

[docholligay]

With all due respect, hate you, hate you so much, you got such a great vision of Roy and Hawkeye it makes me want to be able to fund you liveblogging both versions of the anime and the manga. Like, what the hell, you're not even as deep as all of us on this side, and you just do *that*. Gets me mad in a way that I got to go write something about them too

I HAVE ONLY SEEN UP TO EPISODE 15 OF THE 2003 ANIME PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DON'T SPOIL ME I AM REALLY ENJOYING MYSELF.

You know, sometimes in life, you just have to go, "Oh. Guess I'm here now." Same thing happened to me when I first got into Overwatch and I was like, "Oh, the untouchable unreachable cold assassin will be my girl!" and Tracer popped up like, "Did you mean the unfailingly brave and cheerful one? It is now!" (also, the main protagonist??? Or at least she was at the time. Never happens for me.)

I basically feel like I was punched in the back of the head in a dark alleyway by the relationship between those two. I am obsessed with whatever insane bullshit it is they have going on. The mind whirs. I like Roy and Hawkeye a lot individually, sure, but I don't know that they would, absent each other occupy all that much of my brainspace. But together!! Together!

Anyway, it's hilariously to the point where I almost don't want to watch more (I will, don't worry) because I very much love the vision I have of them cooked up in my head and I don't want to have something happen where it stops being fun for me, like, god forbid they kiss or some shit. I am trying not to get too attached to the thoughts I have about them, but when you watch a show the way I do, it involves a lot of ACTIVE watching and not passive watching, so I feel like a participant in the story. This can be really good--if I love something I tend to really love it and have lots to say--but it also means I get more disappointed than someone who binges the whole thing.

PLEASE DON'T SPOIL ME FOR ANY THING OR ANY VERSION

ANYWAY, this was a really nice comment! I am so happy that people who like Roy and Hawkeye seem to enjoy my take on them despite me not having much other than vibes to go on. They are very fun to think about. Having a great time.

They're so fucked up that I can't imagine them getting out and doing something different and better. Would they even know how to function in normal society? I can't see Hawkeye working in like, a cafe ahaha. Has Roy ever been allowed to learn how to warm and create with his alchemy, or is it all just destruction and COULD it even ever be something good?

AGAIN, I AM, A WOMAN ONLY 1/5 OF THE WAY THROUGH THE 2003 ANIME, AM JUST TLAKING OUT LOUD FOR MY OWN ENJOYMENT AND TO TORTURE MY FOLLOWERS. PLEAAAAASSSEEE DON'T SPOIL.

I think maybe Roy knows how utterly fucked he is for civilian life and part of his 'dog of the military' warning is 'if you grow around this metal pole, you won't be able to leave it alive'. Maybe. But Hawkeye, no I think--well in fairness I don't that she's thought it that far out, nor cares to. I think she's probably assumed she'll die in the service and that'll be that. Not in a melodramatic way, just, matter of fact*. How could she ever retire, even? Would she leave with Roy, if he asked? Would he ever be so unkind as to ask her? Even if he managed to find the will to walk out?

He's a mess, and she's a mess, and they are messes in completely different ways, and I am glad it inspires you to think about them some more as well!!

*Eta: I also think she underestimates how deeply Roy would mourn her. Not in a 'I'm not worth anything :(" way, I just think there's a part of her that doesn't like the idea of somehow being the cause of Roy being more of a disaster than he already is so she is just like, "It'll be fine. Hughes will have to step up. He'll be fine." But Roy has like two friends and Hughes is a functional human being.

AGAIN PLS NO SPOIL!!

[hotjaneaustenmenpoll]

Round Three Round Up!

In Round Three we were seeing double as 6 out of our 8 pairs were put against their alternative selves and we asked why not pit two bad bitches against each other ?

In the only match-up where the newer version won out we lost another one of our tournament's Mr Knightleys as you declared that riding through rain, willing to ride through worse was not enough to win your hearts - instead he must have a proper understanding of muslin! And so Mr Tilney (2007) became our first Quarter-finalist.

Mr Knightley (1996) was not alone in taking his leave of us as your votes decided that Johnny Flynn's Mr Knightley (2020) was too blonde badly done compared to Mr Knightley (2009) and must go!

Mr Elliot (2022) will be likely soon spotted in town with a Mrs Clay on his arm as though he may have proved himself the hottest of the Persuasion (2022) men he was no match for Colonel Brandon (1995). Joining him in bad-boy exile is Willoughby (2008) who could not beat the man best known as Emma Thompson's husband leaving Willoughby (1995) as the last libertine standing.

In another win for Sense and Sensibility (1995) Edward Ferrars (1995) proved that while a Wet Shirt scene written by Andrew Davies might have worked once, Dan Stevens chopping wood in the rain was too blonde not enough to prevail against Hugh Grant and the power of being married to Emma Thompson in any universe, real or imagined.

Captain Wentworth (1995) also sailed through against his 2007 counterpart as the voters told us once again that they hated blonde men if it was made in '95 that man was staying alive for another round and so Captain Wentworth (2007) becomes only a gallant Captain Wentworth, in a small paragraph at one corner of the newspapers.

In one of our tightest run polls that went back and forth several times it was Bingley Vs Bingley but in another win for the '95 contingent - the curly hair clinched it and Mr Bingley (1995) proved the victor.

And of course I must end with the biggest poll of the week, breaching the walls of our little tournament to be voted on by 28,987 tumblr users, the poll that ended in a most well deserved 50/50 split, Mr Darcy Vs Mr Darcy. How could anyone vote for THAT Mr Darcy you yelled at each other - HAND FLEX! WET SHIRT! you cried! But when push came to shove despite 14,484 of you declaring that you loved him most ardently 14,503 of you had decided he was the last man on earth who you could ever be prevailed upon to marry and left that wet cat out in the rain. And so, though we offer him a most cordial curtsey we must say goodbye to a very worthy loser Mr Darcy (2005).

Thank you for all the excellent propaganda sent in - I will be taking a days break before putting up the Quarter-final polls, giving you until Thursday to send in any propaganda you want included on the main poll posts and me time to add it! But for now we must once again say...

Farewell Gentlemen!

[maybeiwasjustjade]

“Maelor’s just a baby. He’s unimportant and can be replaced by anyone!”

You’re right: Maelor as himself is unimportant; GRRM already stated that. But what y’all weird Condal defenders and extreme Rhaenyra stans seem to be missing is that: Maelor isn’t an important character, but he is an insanely important plot device. Just as both Luke and Jaehaerys were both needed to kickstart the Dance.

Unlike Joffrey or Rhaena or Baela, Jaehaera and Maelor are not interchangeable. Rhaena and Baela were so irrelevant in the Dance that merging Rhaena and Nettles was actually possible to bolster Rhaena’s character. If Baela and Rhaena were to switch places in terms of plot relevance it also changes nothing. Joffrey didn’t even do anything until he died, and it still didn’t do squat. Whether he dies at the Gullet in s3 or in KL, it matters not.

But Maelor and Jaehaera? If Maelor doesn’t exist, Bitterbridge doesn’t happen. Daeron’s whole arc in the beginning revolves around the horrific murder of his baby nephew. Hugh and Ulf switch teams at First Tumbleton, which allows for Second Tumbleton to happen and the subsequent deaths of Seasmoke, Vermithor, and Tessarion.

And if Maelor never existed and his head never delivered to Rhaenyra, then the last shred of Helaena’s sanity won’t snap. Beloved Queen Helaena, who was driven to near insanity by the butchering of both her sons, whose daughter and husband were hidden far away from her. Sweet Queen Helaena who jumped from a tower and died, and whose spilled blood ignited a riot that destroyed the Targaryen’s divine symbols.

Jaehaera cannot take Maelor’s place because she has a more important role to play. She needs to be alive by the end of the Dance to unify the factions in marriage.

If Jaehaera were to die at Bitterbridge, the ending is useless. She is his only heir, and 2x08 states that he’s incapable of siring more. The whole point of the Dance was for it to end with the union of Jaehaera and Aegon III, and while Jaehaera wouldn’t live long enough to be the progenitor of the Blackfyres, she is still the key to ending the Dance. Same way Condal will need to be very careful and smart in how he arranges the Gullet to ensure Aegon lives. Viserys is sadly a ??? situation, because Condal could very well decide he doesn’t care that the GoT Targs came from Viserys’ line and not Aegon’s.

If Bitterbridge is to happen, it needs to be one of Aegon’s kids, not Rhaenyra’s. And Aegon only has one child now.

They could skip Bitterbridge entirely, I suppose. But then what causes First Tumbleton and the Two Betrayers?

I can even guess that Maelor was originally removed not because of the many dumb reasons I’m sure Condal spewed to GRRM, but for the sole reason of it casting a massive blight over Rhaenyra. Saint Rhaenyra, the Realm’s Delight, ordered a bounty placed on the head of her three year old nephew, leading to his body being torn apart so badly the only part that survived to be sent was his head. Condal and Hess would never be brave enough to do that to their precious queen. So Maelor had to go.