#dad luke x reader

[cassiopeia-core]

Hey, how’s it going?!! I was wondering if you could write dad!luke x reader fluffy fic? I had the thought of Luke being a girl dad and it’s driving me nuts.

favourite girls

modern!luke x reader

a/n: i love the idea of girl dad luke! its so sweet and cute and aldfjaldkfjk anyways enjoy :)

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"claire, honey, please go to bed already," you sighed, watching your five year old little bundle of energy chase her father around the house. it was way past her bedtime. "luke, stop encouraging this behaviour. i swear to god, i will start graying before i reach thirty."

luke scooped your daughter up and swung her around in a circle. claire giggled, small fists grabbing at your boyfriends curly black locks. "daddy, please, just five more minutes?" your daughter whined, looking up at luke with those big brown eyes she knew he could never say no to.

you sighed a deeper sigh, feeling an incoming headache on its way. it'd been a really tiring week; your boss had been pushing deadline upon deadline onto you and you were on the verge of multiple simultaneous mental breakdowns.

upon hearing your sigh, luke's heart dropped a little, suddenly feeling that his and his daughters actions, although playful, were very inconsiderate towards you, his lovely sweet girlfriend who wanted nothing more than a night of well deserved sleep. "come on claire bear, off to bed now. mommy's had a really long day okay? how about i read you a bedtime story, yeah?" he spoke softly, slinging your still whining five year old over his shoulder, making his way towards her room. as he passed by you, you shot him a grateful smile, standing up and walking to you and luke's shared bedroom.

you slipped under the warm covers and closed your eyes contentedly, feeling sleep overtake you. a few moments later, you felt the mattress next to you dip down. "luke?" you murmured groggily, hands reaching for him.

"shit baby, did i wake you? i'm so sorry." luke took hold of your hands and pressed a kiss to each one before pulling you close to him.

"s'okay," you mumbled, snuggling closer to him. "thank you so much."

"mama?" you heard the soft pitter-patter of feet, accompanied by your daughter's sleepy voice. "mama, i can't sleep. i want a cuddle. please?"

"of course sweetie." your daughter scrambled into the bed, climbing over you and settling in between you and luke. you kissed her cheek. "good night claire bear."

"g'night mama."

luke watched his two favourite girls succumb to sleep before pressing a kiss to your foreheads, feeling so lucky to have the both of you in one lifetime.

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a/n pt2: again, rushed ending? i have zero experience with children so i hope this was okay <3

[sayangrafayel]

Crow family Pt. 🍞

Sylus: I'm not a father figure

MC: Then what are you doing?

Sylus, cutting the crusts off the bread: Luke doesn't like the crust. Kieran says he's okay with it, but deep down he prefers no crust on his bread.

MC: You're so cute.

[thedevilrisen]

Cradle Me

Father!Quinn x Son & Wife!Reader. Word Count: 1,1k Authorial Note: My next voted WIP! I hope you enjoy this fic as much as I did while writing it! Don’t know if it’s my best piece then. Warnings: Swearing, mentions of birth.

Elliot Samuel Hughes came screaming into the world at 4:12 p.m., Quinn only knew his son for a matter of awed, breathless moments before the world sharpened—and chaos erupted.

Nurses swarmed you, dabbing and cleaning with sodden warm towels. A warm, slimy bundle of swaddle-blanket and baby reached your chest as the obstetrician stepped back from your glistening body. Quinn's reddened hand slipped from your grip, instinctively cradling the baby to your chest. His other hand, shaking slightly, gripped the bed's plastic rail. Leaning forward, he rested his right arm limply across your shoulder, his forehead gently touching yours as the two of you gazed down at your son.

"How’re you doing, Dad?" the obstetrician asked from the sink as he scrubbed his hands clean.

Quinn blinked, a goofy grin spreading across his face. "I feel sick... but in a good way." He laughed softly, joy plastered permanently on his face. "We created a human... that's fucking scary but awesome at the same time."

Even in your post-birth haze, a smile graced your lips. It was an awesome thing indeed. This was your person now, a culmination of Quinn and your love. Despite this baby being considered a gift, he clearly was sent to test you and Quinn’s love for each other. No parenting class could have prepared you for the unfolding chaos that was leaving the hospital and heading home. The first day at the hospital was incredible, the nurses gently guided you and Quinn in the ways of parenting. But once you left and arrived home, the learning curve turned into an aggressive crash course.

Emotions ran high for every family member. Every nap missed, messy feed, spit-up, or nappy mess that needed cleaning up frayed the string further. Quinn and you had been remarkably naïve to think that this journey would be easy, even though you’d been dreaming collectively of this moment for years.

Quinn, along with self-proclaimed uncles Elias, Brock, and JT, spent hours working on the perfect nursery for baby boy Hughes. From wall decorations to the crib and changing table—which you insisted had to be powder blue with clouds and a grassy field with cows in it—the boys poured their hearts into it. Once they had finished assembling the room and you'd let it air out due to your hatred of the smell of fresh paint, you added the final details: books, blankets, nappies, and wipes, along with baby clothes hanging neatly on tiny coat hangers.

The first night home from the hospital was powered purely by adrenaline. You and Quinn took shifts with baby boy—changing, feeding, and sometimes just comforting him to sleep. By the second and third nights, the exhaustion set in. Leaving the warmth of the bed became a Herculean effort, especially for you. The physical toll of birth weighed heavily on your body, and sustaining new life felt overwhelming.

Quinn tried his hardest to take the load off, seeing how hard you were working to make the transition smooth, though it felt futile. His patience held up remarkably well for the first four days, but by the fourth night, tension crept in. Snappish words replaced your usual playful banter, and the distance between you felt like a growing chasm. Quinn’s touch, once so comforting, now felt foreign. Exhaustion tangled both your nerves, and intimacy between the two of you became a distant memory.

That night, an abrupt “goodnight” was shared, accompanied by a peck on the cheek. You both lay there in the dark, separated by a wall of fatigue, each praying for sleep that never came, as baby boy woke again at distasteful hours of the night.

Night five was the killer. Some ungodly hour like 1:03 a.m. glared back at you from the microwave as you ambled around the kitchen for the second time that night. You’d fed him twice now, but much of the milk had come back up in spit-up. Quinn had changed baby once and had checked on him again 45 minutes earlier.

There was one distinct problem: the baby only slept when he was held. You could do as many laps around the kitchen as you wanted, Quinn could rock him for hours, but as soon as baby landed on the bassinet’s mattress, it was like laying him on lava.

"Still no luck, darlin’?" Quinn’s voice came quietly from the doorway, his tired form silhouetted by the dim light of the stairs. He met you halfway, his brow furrowed with concern.

You let out a soft, frustrated sigh. "Every time I put him down, he cries," you whispered, blinking back tears. "I’m so tired, Quinn."

He stepped closer, reaching for your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "C’mon, let’s go back to bed," he murmured, leading you gently up the stairs. Exhaustion had blurred the edges of your world, and you forced a tired smile as he kissed your hand again.

"He’s just going to cry when I put him down, Quinn," you stated tiredly as he threw back the covers for you. The softness of the bed felt like heaven against your aching body, and you settled in without a second thought.

Quinn, now shirtless, pulled baby from your arms and nestled him gently on his chest, holding him snugly as he propped himself up with pillows. He tucked you in under his arm, pulling the blankets over both of you.

"Sleep now, darlin’," he whispered, kissing the top of your head. Baby wriggled slightly in his swaddle but quickly relaxed against Quinn's warmth. "If this is how we have to do it from now on, fine."

Quinn sighed, his grip tightening around both of you. "At least we have good chiros at the rink."

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missed but never forgotten 💔

[rowdyluv]

summary: in which different family members post about the trip to Vancouver for the hughes bowl

type: social media posts

© property of rowdyluv ; do not copy and re-upload as your own - anywhere. do not place my work inside AI codes, do not translate.

rosey_yn 5m ago

liked by: lhughes_06, _quinnhughes, and others

rosey_yn: luke jr. is a tad excited about seeing her favorite uncle later!

jackhughes: i am not liking this because it isn’t clear if she is going to be happy to be seeing me or the other uncle.

-> rosey_yn: jackhughes pipe down wack.

_quinnhughes: can’t wait to see and spoil my favorite girl! (emmy before any one says anything)

rosey_yn added to her story

*couldn’t hang the whole trip*

jackhughes 2mins

liked by rosey_yn, lhughes_06, and others

jackhughes: pictures of me and mini bestie before my brother steals her 😓

_quinnhughes: you are so weird

lhughes_06: what did you dress my daughter in

nicohischier : mini lukey was so much fun to ride bikes with.

njdevils: future devil!

lhughes_06 just posted to his story

*when you get to uncle q’s but he’s not here*

*vs when uncle q gets home*

notes: so sorry for the long hiatus on timeless, i have been stuck on ideas for quite some time. as always this is a create together work if you have any ideas please send them to my inbox. 🩵

[withwritersblock]

Oh! Darling pt. 5

~Oh! Darling by The Beatles~

Author's Note: somewhat requested lol! I was rewatching the Faceoff series and reminded myself that someone asked for something like this so here you go! Anyways, hopefully more for this series coming up. Summary: Quinn's Faceoff episode Warnings: Canucks losing against Edmonton lol Word Count: 1,630 Quinn Hughes x fm!reader

It completely slipped his mind that he had agreed to film for the Face Off series until he started seeing the advertisements for it everywhere. Now, himself and his girlfriend were sitting together and watching it together. Ellie was in his lap, drinking a bottle. 

They already watched the first few episodes of the series and he was shocked on how it actually ended up looking. The series was actually entertaining. But now it was his episodes and he was terrified. He agreed to do it because they begged him to do it. His story was special because he was a young captain and a new dad.

“Do you want anything to drink?” she asked as she stood up from the couch, jogging towards the kitchen. He glanced down towards the little girl in his arms before he looked back towards Y/N. 

“Water’s fine, love,” he muttered as he looked into his daughter’s sleepy eyes as she continued to finish the bottle. “I’m pressing play,” he let out as he reached toward the remote. 

“Wait!” she called out as she took a hold of a soda and a water bottle. He chuckled as he pressed play anyway. “Hey!” she let out while laughing as she jogged towards the couch. Cautiously, she placed the bottle of water beside him and she kept her soda in her hand. He chuckled as he pulled the bottle from Ellie’s mouth. He brought her up and began to delicately pat her back. 

Instantly, once he saw himself on the screen, his face scrunched up. “Oh god,” he muttered.

Y/N grinned widely as she saw him on the screen, “Oh stop, look how cute you are,” she said as she inched towards him. Delicately, she tapped her hand against the top of his thigh. 

On the screen, he started cooking and talking about his journey of being captain. “Probably read 20 to 25 books this year because I felt at the start of the year that with becoming captain, it was a lot for me-” he explained on the screen. Y/N lips fell into a pout. 

Saying that it was a lot for him was an understandment. He was overwhelmed from the moment he was given the C. He came home that morning after the conversation with Rick and told her that he was becoming captain. At first, it was exciting and he was confident that he could do a good job. But as the preseason went on, he was shy and nervous. But as he explained in the episode, he started to grow into it. 

“What was it like having this new role on the team and this new role in life?” the interviewer asked. Quinn tossed his head back and laughed. 

“Definitely been a hard year but I wouldn’t change a single thing about it,” he explained before running his fingers through his hair. “It was really difficult because it was hard being away from my girlfriend; because obviously pregnancy is really hard but she was great,” he explained.

The screen started showing clips of Quinn and newborn Ellie. Y/N was sitting on the couch beside Ellen as quinn was holding Ellie against his chest. She was only a few weeks old when the camera crew was there. 

“Your daughter was born a month before the playoffs, what was that like?” the interviewer continued. 

Quinn smiled softly on the screen, his eyes lighting up in the process. “When we found out about Ellie, we realized pretty quickly that the timing wasn’t great. But our families were in town for the first few weeks. So while I was away on a roadie our families were here and supporting Y/N,” he took in a deep breath. 

“You would’ve had no idea Quinn was a new dad. He was still Quinn Hughes and he was still a huge presence on and off the ice,” Rick said on the screen, a chuckle falling from his lips. “He wanted to talk about his daughter all of the time but you could tell that if he did, it would break his heart a little bit,” he explained.

Quinn clenched his jaw as he shifted his gaze down towards his daughter. Y/N pouted her lips as she reached her hand over and ran her fingers through his hair.

“But that’s why we chose him as captain. He can seperate his personal life from being on the ice. He doesn’t let it effect what he does and that’s what you need from a captain. But you know that even if he didn’t let it effect him, he was constantly thinking about his girls,” Rick continued. 

Quinn smiled softly as he continued running his hand across Ellie’s back. “Can we move on to Trouba or something,” Quinn mumbled as he looked towards Y/N.

The screen continued to show a smiley Quinn in the locker room and then back to him in his apartment with Y/N and Ellie. It stayed on that moment for a few seconds before it shifted to Trouba in New York. 

“Let me see her,” Y/N muttered. Quinn nodded as he lifted Ellie from his chest and cautiously handed her over to Y/N. Quinn shifted his body to the side as he scanned Y/N’s features. “Did you know Rick said those things?” she asked, meeting his eye.

Pursing his lips forward, he shook his head slightly. He leaned towards her, delicately kissing her. “Didn’t really talk about it,” he said with a shrug. She nodded as Ellie’s eyes were starting to get heavy in her arms. 

“Pause it, I’m gonna put her down for her nap,” she said while standing up. He nodded as he reached beside him for the remote. He paused it as he watched her walk down the hall with Ellie in her arms. 

He pulled his phone from his pocket to see a text from Jack asking if he watched the episode yet. He replied that he was working on it. 

Ellie was always a fast sleeper so it only took a handful of minutes for her to fall asleep. Y/N returned to the living room, a grin on her lips. “Okay, press play,” she said as she sat down on the couch beside Quinn. He reached over and delicately rested his hand onto her furthest thigh. He ran his thumb across her thigh, she could barely feel it through the sweatpants fabric.

He pressed play and Trouba’s section started, showing off othe game that got them the President’s Trophy. Y/N leaned her head against his shoulder as they continued to relive the end of the season together. After a few more minutes of Jacob and Gabe’s segments it returned to Quinn.

Quinn was in Nashville with his parents for the first two games of the playoffs. 

“What was it like when Quinn told you guys he was having a baby?” one of the producers asked them as they were sitting in a coffee shop. Quinn smiled as he looked towards his mom. Her eyes lit up and so did his dad. 

“They called us on Facetime and Quinn just blurted it out like he was in trouble or something,” she said while laughing. Y/N looked towards Quinn and he shook his head while laughing.

“Telling news like that over the phone, kinda felt like I was,” Quinn joked out before they cut away to a clip of the Canucks and Predators series. 

After several more minutes, it cut towards the series against Edmonton. The high paced play and the comeback they tried to make in game seven. Quinn took in a sudden breath as he watched the plays and heard himself talk on the ice. He always dissociates during the game to the point he never really remembers what he says or how the plays develop. 

It panned toward the audience with Ellen, Jack, and Y/N watching the game. Her WAG jacket covering her frame, that she helped design. Jack’s arm was in a sling but he was leaning forward watching the game intensely. Ellen was emotionless as she shook her head slightly.

It showed the ending of the match, the celebrations by the Oilers and the sadness of the Canucks. Despite everything, Quinn still led the team in a salute to the crowd. She ran her hand across his upper back. 

“It obviously didn’t end like how we wanted it to but it was good experience for many of us. This is the first playoff run for a lot of us, so now we have a lot of things to use a stepping stones,” he explained in the interview. 

“Anything you would change?” the interviewer asked, nearly cringing at the question once she read it from the card.

“To win-” he said jokingly, “No, I mean-it’s been a tough year. Obviously, I am glad that I get to be home with my daughter for the next few months and not having to have the game on my mind for a few months. It would’ve been awesome to keep going, keep playing but uhm-I guess a good constellation prize was getting time with my girlfriend and our daughter,” he explained, smiling softly as he looked into the camera for the last time in the episode. 

Y/N lips fell into a pout as she lifted her head to look towards Quinn. “I’m such a sap,” he let out. She chuckled as she leaned towards him, kissing his cheek delicately.

“That was really cute,” she whispered as he tilted his head to the side to meet her gaze. “Such a good captain,” she dragged her thumb across his jawline.

“Shush, you,” he whispered before he leaned towards her, kissing her softly.

[capquinn]

Girlll I daydream of our kids watching him play and wearing his cute little jerseys and all the cute mom moments 🤣🤣

Before the game, the family is tucked away in one of the quieter hallways near the locker rooms. Quinn stands proudly with his son nestled in his arms, introducing him to each teammate as they pass by. There’s a spark of pride in his eyes as he watches them smile, each one reaching out to squeeze the baby’s chubby hand or give him a soft tickle that sends him squirming and giggling. His daughter, meanwhile, clings to your leg, peeking shyly up at each teammate, who greets her with warm smiles and high-fives. She’s in her element, beaming each time someone calls her “Quinn’s little fan,” a tiny replica of her dad with her matching Hughes #43 jersey and wide grin.

One of Quinn’s teammates leans over, grinning at him. “You sure your little guy’s not here to take your spot?” he jokes, reaching out to give the baby a gentle pat on the back, admiring the even smaller Hughes jersey he is practically swimming in.

Quinn laughs, shaking his head.

“He’s still got a few years to go,” he says, glancing down at his daughter, who tugs at his shirt. “But his sister might get there first.”

You smile, watching him interact so naturally, introducing his kids with an unmistakable pride.

Quinn glances at the time, and then turns to you, sighing softly. “I should probably go get ready,” he murmurs, handing the baby over to you. He brushes a thumb over his cheek softly, voice softening as he whispers, “bye, buddy. Watch for dad out there, alright?” He leans down, placing a gentle kiss on his son’s forehead before looking back up at you. His gaze lingers, a flicker of concern in his eyes. “You sure you’ll be okay with both of them?” He offers to walk you to your seats, his hand resting at your back.

You wave him off, giving him a warm smile. “We’ve got it covered.” Leaning in, you kiss him quickly. “Love you,” you whisper, fingers giving his arm a reassuring squeeze before you turn to your daughter. “Alright, kiddo. Time for daddy to get to work.”

He kneels down, pulling your daughter into a tight hug, and they share a quiet laugh as they go through their little handshake, each move practiced and familiar. He smiles, tapping her nose with a quiet, “love you, bug. Be good for mom, okay?”

She nods enthusiastically, beaming up at him. You watch, your heart full, as he finally stands, giving you one last look before he heads off, a small smile tugging at his lips as he glances back.

Soon, the energy inside Rogers Arena is buzzing, and your heart thrums in time with it. Tonight is different. Special. It’s your son’s very first hockey game, the first time you have arrived as a family of four and the first home game of the season.

Your daughter, in her too-big jersey, proudly proclaims her big-kid status because she “gets to see daddy at work,” while your son, just five months old, is snug in his tiny jersey, all bright eyes and chubby cheeks.

You’re kneeling down by the glass, just before warmups, gathering both kids close for a quick photo. Your daughter, with her oversized jersey hanging loose, grins up at the camera, her eyes bright with excitement as she leans into you. You reach down to gently fix her hair, tucking a stray curl behind her ear as she wiggles with excitement. Your son, snuggled in your arms, looks up at you with wide, curious eyes, clutching at your finger with his chubby fist.

“Alright, can you say ‘go, daddy!’?” you coax, smiling down at them as the team photographer snaps a few shots. Your daughter enthusiastically shouts, “go, daddy!” with all the energy her tiny frame can hold, her voice ringing out as you chuckle softly, brushing your hand over her shoulder.

And then as the warm ups begin, the Canucks spill onto the ice and the early crowd begins to roar. Your daughter, her hands pressed against the cool surface, bounces on her toes, her gaze scanning the ice for Quinn until she spots him. Her face lights up, and she nearly squeals in delight when he skates over.

He taps his stick on the glass, catching his daughter’s attention, and she giggles, mimicking his movement by tapping her little hands against the glass. Slowly, Quinn removes his glove, tucking it under his arm, and then presses his hand against the glass over hers, his lips curving into a smile that’s both proud and tender, and your daughter beams, practically glowing from the attention. It’s become their little ritual — a quiet exchange, a touch through the barrier that settles into him, that he’ll he carry into the game. A little piece of his family right there with him on the ice.

Turning to you, Quinn’s face softens even more as he catches sight of your son. The baby is wide-eyed, trying to process all the lights, sounds and movements, and Quinn leans in closer, making silly faces, his bare hand pressed against the glass as he wiggles his fingers to catch his son’s attention.

You laugh softly, watching as Quinn waves and coos, the playful glint in his eyes mixing with something softer. And then, like magic, a little gummy smile spreads across your son’s face. Quinn’s own grin breaks wide.

Quinn’s eyes meet yours, and he pauses, his gaze brightening as he takes his family in — the kids, your encouraging smile. He lingers, just for a beat longer than usual, before lifting his fingers to his lips, pressing a kiss there, and then touching them to the glass. A quiet gesture, meant only for you. You mouth, “good luck,” and he nods, slipping his glove back on with a crooked smile. Then, with a final look over his shoulder, he pushes off, gliding into the warm-up, already glancing back once more, making sure you’re okay with both kids.

During the game, your daughter perches on the edge of her seat, her gaze fixed on the ice as she tries to track Quinn’s movements. He’s fast, darting in short, sharp bursts, and she follows each pass with wide eyes, determined not to miss a thing. Each time he skates by, she tugs on your arm, whispering, “there’s daddy!” and grinning wide. The crowd cheers around you, but her eyes stay fixed on the ice, her little hands gripping the hem of her jersey like she’s cheering him on with everything she’s got. Your son is nestled against you, his tiny hands clutching at your shirt, his gaze flicking back and forth as he takes it all in, mesmerised by the dazzling lights and vivid colours.

As the game wears on, your daughter’s excitement only grows louder, her little voice cheering each time Quinn skates by or appears on the jumbotron, but your son, still so small, starts to fuss, blinking against the bright lights and the crowd’s noise. Emily, one of the wives you’ve grown close to over the seasons, catches your eye and gives you an understanding smile. She reaches over with a gentle touch, pulling your daughter onto her lap and engaging her in playful whispers, keeping her entertained with stories and cheers.

Grateful, you lift your son from your lap, cradling him as you make your way to the stairwell just beyond the seats. There, you sway softly, hand rubbing his back in slow, soothing circles until he finally relaxes, his little fingers gripping onto your sweater as he dozes off against your shoulder, nestled close.

When you return, he’s sound asleep, and you slip back into your seat just as the jumbotron’s focus shifts to your section. Your daughter notices first, her face lighting up as she waves at the screen, tugging Emily’s arm to point herself out. You can’t help but laugh, adjusting your son in your arms so you can offer a little wave, looking down at the bench to watch for Quinn’s reaction.

Quinn glances up at the jumbotron, and when he sees his family, a warm, genuine smile spreads across his face. He watches for a beat, his eyes lingering on his sleeping son and his daughter’s excited wave. The teammates beside him notice and clap him on the back, chuckling and giving him a few playful nudges. Quinn laughs, leaning in to chat with them, his gaze flicking back to the screen, where you’re still gently rocking his son in your arms as the crowd cheers loudly for you all.

Just as quickly, the camera shifts, zooming in on fans decked head to toe in Canucks gear, waving foam fingers and scarves in support. Quinn settles back on the bench, a lingering smile barely hidden behind his helmet.

As the end of the second intermission winds down, Emily offers you a sympathetic smile, noticing the gentle weariness in your arms as you cradle your son.

“Want me to hold him for a bit?” she asks, reaching out to take him. You hesitate for just a second before nodding gratefully, carefully passing him over. Your little boy stays fast asleep, nestled into Emily’s shoulder without a fuss.

With your arms free, your daughter immediately takes the opportunity to climb into your lap, her little body curling up against you. She leans back, her head finding its place on your shoulder as her fingers wrap around your hands for balance. You press a soft kiss to the top of her head, both of you settling back to enjoy the last period.

As the final period begins, your daughter watches with a quiet, sleepy focus, eyes glued to the ice, blinking a little slower. It’s late — well past her bedtime — and she’s had a big day. Her little body relaxes against you, her hands loosely holding onto your arm, and you feel her weight settle as she watches, quieter than before.

But then Quinn skates past, close to your side of the rink, and she perks up with a small gasp, leaning forward with renewed excitement.

“Daddy!” she whispers, her voice barely containing her thrill.

The sight of him gives her a final push of energy, and she sits up a little straighter, determined to see the game through without falling asleep. You wrap an arm around her, smiling as you feel her heart flutter with every play, knowing she’s hanging on for just a few more glimpses of her dad on the ice.

When the final buzzer sounds and the Canucks secure their win, the arena erupts into cheers, and your daughter squeals, clapping her hands and looking up at you with excitement that mirrors your own.

“We won, mommy!” she exclaims, her eyes wide with pure joy.

And then once the crowd begins to disperse, you make your way toward the dressing room, holding your son close and guiding your daughter through the sea of fans with a firm grasp on her hand.

Standing by the entrance, you can feel the anticipation building as you wait, watching players file out until finally, you spot Quinn. His face lights up when he sees you all waiting, and though he looks worn out, there’s a spark of pure joy in his eyes.

Your daughter runs toward him, arms outstretched, and he kneels down to scoop her up, spinning her once, laughing at her excited chatter. He gives her a big hug, pressing a kiss to the top of her head before closing the distance that separates you both.

Quinn gives you a warm smile as he shifts your daughter to one side, his free arm wrapping around your waist to pull you in close. He leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your temple, his lips lingering just a second longer than usual.

“So, how was I?” he asks softly, a hint of playfulness in his voice, his tired eyes warming as he looks down at his son.

A smile spreads across Quinn’s face as his baby boy beams back at him, his round cheeks scrunching up with delight as he realises it’s his dad standing right in front of him and within reach.

You watch them, a grin spreading across your face as you arch a brow. “Not bad, Hughes. I think you’ve still got it,” you tease, gently shifting your son into Quinn’s arms, where he settles happily. “Though your super fan over there might’ve been the loudest in the arena.”

Quinn chuckles, balancing both kids in his arms, his daughter practically buzzing with excitement as she wraps herself around him. He glances down at her, his expression softening. “Is that true? Did you cheer loud for me, bug?”

She nods enthusiastically, her eyes wide with pride. “Uh-huh! I told mommy you looked like a superhero.”

Quinn’s smile deepens, touched, as he gazes at her. “A superhero, huh? That’s a pretty big compliment,” he murmurs. He glances over at you, his gaze warm and a little sheepish. “Guess I better live up to that.”

You laugh softly, reaching up to smooth a piece of his hair that’s still damp from the game. “Don’t worry, you already do.”

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requests are open - let’s daydream!

[wlntrsldler]

poisoned mercury | lifestyles of the rich & famous

i. lifestyles of the rich and famous by good charlotte (introduction)

a/n: introductory chapter! introducing the dynamics of the band, luke's relationship with his mom, and teenage boy antics. pre-reader and pre-chb. things will pick up quickly after this, i promise! bear with me as i set the scene :)

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“why the fuck am i seeing tabloids on top of tabloids with my kid’s plastered face on the front page of all of them?” 

luke winced at the sound of his mom’s voice echoing through the empty event space. chris covered the bottom half of his face with his shirt, trying to hold in his laughter. may castellan was in her usual pantsuit, high heels clacking against the floor, as she waved around trashy magazines. she was furious. 

“ignoring the fact that you are not 21 years old and cannot legally drink, what were you thinking, luke?” travis dropped his drumsticks on the ground, motioning for chris and connor to follow him backstage. they’d seen luke get chewed out by his mom more often since they started their world tour. as the three boys walked toward the side of the stage, may turned to them. “none of you are off the hook either. you may not have been on the front page, but care to listen to what they said about you in one of their glorious articles?” 

“i would actually prefer not to, mama castellan,” chris mumbled, suddenly feeling caught. all traces of humor instantly drained from his face. luke couldn’t help but scoff, the boys always gave him shit for getting yelled at by his mom, so he was glad that this time around they were all on the sinking ship. 

she dramatically cleared her throat, opening up one of the magazines. luke grimaced at the sight of him on the front page. he was sitting on the curb, his sunglasses askew, with a girl awkwardly patting his back. he doesn’t even remember this. may shot daggers at chris, who was cowering behind his mic stand, “bassist of poisoned mercury, chris rodriguez, was photographed away from the band when he was caught outside smoking something that wasn’t a cigarette, if you catch our drift. hopefully, his habits don’t catch up to him anytime soon.” 

she stared at the stolls next, “drummer and lead guitarist of the rising band, travis and connor stoll, didn’t miss out on the fun. they walked out of the club with two models, who looked like twins, along with a bottle of dom perignon before heading into their suv.”

“and my darling child,” her words were sweet but her tone was anything but. luke chewed on the peeling skin of his bottom lip, “superstar, teen heartthrob, poisoned mercury lead singer, luke castellan, had a great night as seen in these pictures. the resident bad boy had one too many, it seems, as he walked out of the club stumbling with a mysterious blonde under his arm. castellan couldn’t make it into the car and had to sit on the curb to puke his guts out. let’s hope his actions didn’t ruin his chance at a budding romance.” 

may closed the magazine, arms on her hips. she waited patiently for one of the boys to speak up. 

“in our defense, this was in canada,” luke tried to reason, scrunching his face up. “legal drinking age is 18.” 

that was the wrong response, luke realized, when his mom’s eyes lit up in anger. she let out a breath, “you were in toronto where the drinking age is 19, which you weren’t until yesterday.” 

“i did not know that the drinking age in canada varied by region. i always learn something new whenever i talk to you, mama castellan,” travis said, trying to lighten the mood. connor shot him a look, motioning for him to quit talking. may castellan was clearly not in the mood for jokes. 

“i am tired of you guys acting reckless,” she roared, dropping the magazines. they fell with a heavy thud. she rubbed her temples with the pads of her fingers, “your parents trusted me to take care of you guys while you chased your dreams and this is what you’re doing under my watch?!” 

seeing his mom at her wit's end made luke feel sick. 

“mom,” luke hopped off the stage, ignoring the sound of the magazines ripping under his feet as he landed on top of them, “we’re sorry. i’m sorry.” 

“sorry’s not gonna cut it anymore, luke,” may said, shaking her head. “after this tour, you guys are taking a break. no touring, no public appearances.” 

“what?” connor exclaimed, joining luke off the stage. the other boys followed, looks of bewilderment evident on their faces. “w-we can’t take a break now!” 

“yeah, c’mon, mama c!” chris added, shaking his head, “we’re just getting really big. if we quit now, we’ll lose this momentum.”

“you’re not quitting. it’s just a tiny break– three months,” she cut them off, raising a hand in a stop. “we’ll release a statement to the press saying you guys will be taking some time off to work on your sophomore album so people have something to look forward to when you return.” 

“okay, so that’s the cover story,” luke ran a hand through his curls. he knew that there was no winning against his mom when she made up her mind. he looked at her and spoke before the rest of the band continued their protests, “but what are we actually gonna be doing?” 

“you’re going to spend your summer in montauk, just like old times,” his mom explained, voice still stern. “you’re going to camp half blood.”

-

“what the fuck is a camp half blood?” chris asked, plopping down on the couch they had inside their dressing room. rehearsal was cut short following the news delivered by luke’s mom. 

“it’s a music camp,” luke explained, fidgeting with random things sprawled across his desk, trying to find the pack of cigarettes he hid. he really needed to clean up. “my dad used to take me there over the summer when i was younger.”

the topic of luke’s dad was a sore subject for him. his dad left him and his mom when he was 7 for some young waitress from their hometown diner. one second, he was signing up for little league with his dad as the coach; the next, he was sitting in the hallway listening to his mom cry after his dad packed a bag and left town with wendy the waitress in the passenger seat. luke hasn’t heard from him since then. last he checked, his dad was lounging beachside in santa monica with his third wife who was definitely too young for him. as far as he’s concerned, his dad was dead to him. 

but he couldn’t deny that his time at camp half blood was the place of origin of some of his best childhood memories. he got his first taste of what it was like to be on stage at camp half blood; the adrenaline coursing through his veins, the pounding of his heart at the applause, the wild images in his head about what it would be like to be known for his music-- it all started at camp half blood. he was his happiest at camp, at least before his dad ruined it for him. 

“is it fun?” travis asked, twirling a fresh pair of drumsticks between his fingers. 

“used to be, yeah,” luke chuckled, hoisting himself up to sit on the desk. “haven’t been there since i was seven.” 

“dude, i do not want to hang out with a bunch of little kids all summer,” chris groaned, letting his head fall back against the wall. 

“relax, rodriguez,” luke lit a cigarette, inhaling the smoke before continuing. “there’s two sides to the camp. we’ll be with the older kids.” 

“oh shit, is camp half blood mr. d’s music camp?” connor asked. the name of the camp was starting to sound familiar to him.

luke took another drag, nodding, “that’s the one.” 

“dude, i fucking love mr. d. he always has the wildest stories,” travis laughed, “he’s so mellow and chill now, i wouldn’t’ve ever guessed he used to be like that.” 

“it was the 90’s,” chris shrugged, “pretty sure everyone was like that at one point.” 

“paid off for him though,” connor replied, opening a bag of doritos. he offered a chip to his brother, who in return, snatched the bag for himself. connor rolled his eyes, reaching over to grab another one. he was used to this. “i mean being a ceo of a multi-million dollar recording company isn’t too shabby.” 

luke hummed along, mindlessly, letting the chatter of his bandmates fill the air. the three boys fell into a conversation about the last time they saw mr. d at the recording studio when they were finishing up the vocals for their debut album, but luke’s mind was far away from the topic at hand. he couldn’t shake the feeling of disappointment from his body. he knew the way his mom looked at him would haunt him for the next few nights.

it wasn’t like he was actively trying to disappoint her– really, he wasn’t, but he just gets so caught up in the noise of fame that he forgets how to act under the pressure. there was something about his mom breaking down in front of him because of him that tore him apart. he felt guilty. his mom didn’t ask for this life, she didn’t even want it. she was content being a suburban mom in westport, connecticut, but she gave up her comfy life to let luke live out his dreams of being a musician. 

he was lucky, he knew that. not every mom would be on board with her kid dropping out of traditional high school to perform rowdy songs about teenage angst, but may castellan was okay with it because she loved luke so much and wanted him to be happy. so when poisoned mercury got a record deal with olympus records, she didn’t hesitate to drop everything and go on the road with four unruly teenagers, promising their parents that she’d take care of their sons. 

sometimes, he thinks about what his mom sees when she looks at him. he wonders if she still recognized him, the him before all the fame got to his head. 

he was may castellan’s little boy. the boy who used to beg his mom for chocolate chip cookies after a bad day at school, who used to knock on her door in the middle of the night wondering why he wasn’t enough for his dad to stay, and who cried when she got him his first guitar on his tenth birthday. for most of his life, it’s always just been him and his mom. 

now, at 19, luke didn’t know who he was anymore. he was just going with the flow, doing whatever, doing whoever, his fame and his status threw his way. he did what any teenage boy would do in his position– he drank, he smoked, he had fun, maybe too much fun, sometimes. it’s a rockstar’s life, his wildest dreams come to life, but it was a distraction, mostly. luke wasn’t brave enough to face the music just yet, so he dove into this fantasy head-first, too afraid to look back.

except sometimes, he fucks up really badly, like in toronto, and he’s forced to deal with the consequences of his actions. one time, his mom cut the band off from playing video games on the tour bus for a month after a heated argument between the four of them caused them to cancel a show. the argument was stupid. luke was adamant that scorpions did not have the same mental capacity for understanding pain that humans do and that did not bode well with travis. rehearsal ended in a brawl because travis kept doing impromptu drum solos to drown out luke’s voice. his mom was pissed that hundreds of fans were disappointed over the canceled show and it was all because they couldn’t agree over a damn scorpion. 

another time, she banned them from driving the golf carts around the venue when they crashed it into a very expensive sound system in portland. they ended up owing upwards of $4,000 for the damages and were banned from playing at the event space ever again. the four of them laughed about it when the chaos of it all subsided, and they were fine not playing at the house of hades again, but they did miss the snack bar they set up for visiting talents. chris said he still dreamt about the pomegranate juice ‘til this day. 

luke can look back at the punishments over the years fondly now. in the grand scheme of things, none of it really mattered. but going to camp half blood? this was a different type of punishment. 

luke didn’t want to go to camp half blood. the last memory he had of camp was not a welcomed one. plus, after what he experienced on tour, he could think of a million other ways to spend his summer months, and living at a camp with spotty cell service and designated arts and crafts time was nowhere near the top of the list. 

“yo, castellan,” chris’ voice snapped luke out of his thoughts. “you comin?”

luke put out his cigarette against the wood of his desk, “huh?”

“we’re grabbing food, do you wanna go with us?”

luke hopped off the desk, slipping on his black, puffer jacket, “yeah, i’m right behind you.” 

as luke was walking out of the dressing room, adjusting his t-shirt, he saw his mom talking to teddy, their publicist. they were engaged in a serious conversation, no doubt talking about the press release regarding their second album and their hiatus. luke stood in front of the door for a brief moment, a stutter in his steps, not knowing if he should interrupt.

 luke pursed his lips, deciding to jog over to his mom. 

“i think we should post it on the band accounts first before the boys announce it individually. it make–” may furrowed her eyebrows, noticing luke coming closer to her. she turned her body to face him. she looked much calmer now than she did during rehearsals, “hey, what’s wrong?” 

luke shook his head, “nothin’, mom. i just–uh, just wanted to say sorry again.”

“let’s talk later, may,” teddy gave the two of them a small smile before walking away. 

“i’m not changing my mind about camp half blood,” she frowned. “sorry, luke but i can’t have you guys running around all sum–”

“no, no, i know, mom. i-i didn’t come here to try to convince you,” luke looked down at his feet, suddenly feeling like a little boy again. “i just– uh, shit. okay, i’m sorry for toronto. it was a bad time and it’s not fair that you have to deal with the fall out of our shit. and uh– thank you for sticking by us even though we drive you kinda crazy.” 

may laughed, smiling at her son, “you’re my kid. you know i’ll always be there to set you straight.” 

“thanks, mom,” luke chuckled, backing away to catch up with his bandmates. may waved goodbye, making her way to teddy’s makeshift office. before luke left the tunnel, he turned around, “wait mom! last thing!” 

she raised her eyebrows, “what?” 

luke raised his hand in a thumbs-up motion, grinning from ear to ear, “love you!” 

“i love you too, kiddo,” may replied, a hand over her heart. “now scram, i gotta clean up your mess.” 

[astars-things]

One where jack argues with his sweet girl and gets superrrrr mad at her, and Luke’s like mad at him and y/n doesn’t speak to her dad for like a day

I watched as Y/N stood in front of the freezer, tiny fists on her hips, her lower lip jutted out in that way that always got to me.

"dada," she said, her voice small but determined. “I want ice cream for dinner. You said we could.”

“No, Y/N,” I replied, crossing my arms. “I said maybe we could have ice cream if you ate your dinner first. We talked about this.” I pointed to the untouched plate of chicken nuggets on the table, still waiting for her.

She stamped her foot, crossing her own tiny arms to match me, and pouted. “But I’m not hungry for chicken! I’m only hungry for ice cream!” Her little voice was defiant, and I could feel my patience thinning.

“Y/N, I’m not going to argue about this,” I said, my voice coming out sharper than I intended. “You’re not having ice cream for dinner. That’s final.”

"Dada you’re mean! I don’t want to talk to you anymore!” She stormed off, running into the living room, and I heard her tiny, stomping feet echo down the hallway.

Just as I was about to follow her, Luke came around the corner, his expression disapproving as he took in the scene. “Jack, seriously?”

I huffed, running a hand through my hair. “Luke, she has to learn she can’t get whatever she wants just by throwing a tantrum.”

“She’s four, Jack. She doesn’t even know what she’s doing, really. Yelling at her isn’t gonna teach her anything except that you’re mad,” Luke said, his tone sharper than usual. “You could’ve let it go. She’d probably have eaten after calming down.”

“Fine, I’ll talk to her,” I muttered, but Luke just walked off in the direction she’d gone, his footsteps quiet.

The rest of the night felt strange. Y/N wouldn’t even look at me, clinging to Luke like he was her only friend in the world. Every time I tried to come near her, she’d turn her head away and pretend not to hear me. The house felt tense, and by bedtime, I realized that it wasn’t just Luke who was mad at me. My little girl was upset, and it stung more than I’d expected.

[fr4nkoce4n]

𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏! ʲᵃᶜᵏ ʰᵘᵍʰᵉˢ

in which jack comes home in a bad mood after getting eliminated from the playoffs but his two girls are always there for him.

song- watch you sleep. - girl in red

jack felt off, almost empty as he pulled into the driveway of his home. a frown was displayed on his face, after getting eliminated from the playoffs. his team had played a good game, but not good enough.

he opened his car door grabbing his bags and keys, making his way to the front door and opening it with one swift movement.

he dropped his bags to the ground and looked around, no one to be seen, the tv was turned off and all that could be heard was the song here comes the sun by the beatles.

it was his 4year old daughter, matilda’s favourite song, she would try her best to sing along to it, not able to even get the words correct. it always brought a smile to his face.

he made his way into the kitchen without trying to disrupt anything. he stopped from a distance as he saw his wife with matilda propped up on her right hip, dancing and singing around the kitchen as she was making something.

jack leaned against the frame of the window and just watched, a look of happiness spread across his face.

you had had a big night, from watching the game, to trying to make dinner, to trying to make matilda stop crying. the crying was never ending, and for what reason? she could never figure it out, tilly was now 4 but she was just always crying. and when you couldn’t make it stop you felt like a horrible mother.

at this very moment you had matilda on your hip and you were trying to distract her so she would stop crying. you danced around and even started singing before she stopped crying.

it was rough when jack had to go on a roadie, meaning you had to put in that little bit of extra effort around the house.

you weren’t going to lie, it was a little bit relieving knowing jack wouldn’t have alot of hockey to focus on after losing tonight. you sure felt bad for your husband though.

“need a hand?” jack spoke up and took matilda out of his wife’s hands and pulled her in for a hug, “dada!” matilda cheered and dug her head into her dads neck.

“hey tills!” jack greeted, placing a sweet kiss on his daughters forehead.

“im sorry about the game jack.” you spoke and gave your husband a peck on lips.

“it’s okay, we tried our best.” he sighed, you could tell he was upset about it all.

“i need to finish dinner, could you go give her a bath?” you ask quietly.

“of course.”

jack carried matilda to the bathroom and turned on the bath tub. he grabbed out the basket full of tillys bath toys.

“which ones do you want tonight?” jack asked as he spread them out along the ground.

she picked up her favourite ones and placed them in the bath gently, as if they had feelings.

“good pick.” jack smiled picking up the rest of the toys and putting them away.

once the bath was full jack placed matilda in the bath and she played in there while jack washed her.

as her daddy put shampoo into her hair she looked up at him, she easily noticed that he wasn’t as talkative as he usually was and looked like he was sad.

“daddy?” she questioned.

“yes tilly baby?”

“do you have a boo boo?” she sat up in the bath and jack stopped massaging her scalp with conditioner.

“no honey, why do you ask?”

“your sad, what’s wrong daddy?” she frowned. “is it because you lost?”

“yes baby.” he sighed.

“it’s okay.” she placed her hand on top of his hoping to turn his frown into a smile.

a smile broke out on jack’s face, “thank you. can i ask you a question?”

she nodded gently.

“why do you get so upset all the time darling girl?” he asked curiously.

tilly looked like she was about to start crying again, “i miss you daddy.”

jacks heart swelled but also dropped, he wished that he could be there all the time for his girls.

“im always with you, in here.” he poked her little chest gesturing to her heart. “but baby, you need to stop getting so upset, it’s really hard on mummy, she feels bad when she can’t make you feel better.”

“do I make mummy sad?”

“not sad, she just feels like a bad mummy.” he sighed, knowing tilly most likely didn’t understand him anyway.

“she’s not a bad mummy!” she sort of yelled.

“she’s not. now come on, let’s get you dry and changed and into bed gorgeous.”

jack changed her into her pyjamas and placed her into her big girl bed pulling the blanket over her.

she closed her eyes straight away, but just was jack was about to shut the door she spoke up. “daddy?”

“yes?”

“i wont cry tonight so mummy feels better.”

“come see me if you want me baby.”

he left a gap in the door and made his way into the kitchen, his amazing wife had made his favourite meal, spaghetti bolognaise.

“ugh it looks and smells amazing baby.” he placed a kiss on your forehead and sat down next to you to eat.

you both dug into your food and ate up.

“im sorry you didn’t make it through to the next round.” you spoke quietly.

“it’s okay, I want to be here more for tilly, do you know why she cries so much?” he questioned his wife, she shared a look with him.

“no clue, I can’t get a peep out of her when she’s crying.” you frown.

“she said it’s because she misses me…” he sighed, he felt horrible. “i knew i would be a horrible dad.”

“hey hey hey, no your an amazing dad, tilly loves you, she wouldn’t want any other dad in the world.” you grabbed your husbands hand. “and I wouldn’t want anyone else to be my husband.”

you grab your husbands hand and drag him to tillys room and open the door, she is laid in her bed peacefully, “sometimes when your on a roadie i miss you so much so i come in here and watch her sleep. she looks exactly like you jack, and she calms me.”

jack remembered when tilly was first born, he would stay in her room for ages and watch her sleep because he was so worried something would happen to his girl.

but now, like his wife said, it was calming.

the way her little chest moved up and down as she breathed, the way she would move around every now and then and the way she would cuddle her snoopy teddy which had a devils jersey on it.

“we made her.” jack spoke softly.

“yeah. we did.” she grabbed jacks hand and leaned onto his shoulder.

this moment was the only moment he ever wanted, who cared about making it to the next round when he had his two girls at home?

they were all he ever needed.

[luvhughes43]

ice cream? | dad!quinn hughes

luvhughes43 masterlist🌙

request: can you write another one like your uncle jack story? i loveddd it!! maybe jack and luke are babysitting quinn’s daughter. i feel like they’d mac and cheese for dinner and both completely struggle doing it. and when it’s bedtime the toddler has a tantrum and they so gentle with her (but also kinda freaking out and don’t know what to do) and end up giving her ice cream and letting her watch a movie with them and she falls asleep on one of them. and quinn and mom come home like really guys?! you let a three year old tell you what to do 

word count: 1.2k

“What are you doing? you don't put the tinfoil bit in the microwave?!” Jack scolded his younger brother Luke as he yanked open the microwave before it set itself on fire. 

Luke stood dumbfounded, “how else are you supposed to cook it?”

the “it” in question being a mini cup of mac and cheese. Quinn thought it would be the safest dinner option and yet…

“Okay, let me do this you go entertain the baby” Jack shoos Luke away and towards an adorable toddler who smiled gummily up at her uncles. 

Luke scoops the little girl up, who giggles all the way to the couch. Luke plops them both down and reaches for the tv remote. 

“Shit!” Jack swears as he rips the microwave open. “Luke! You put in too much water!” 

Luke clicks the volume up on the tv. “You like paw patrol! Yeah, let's watch paw patrol!” Luke cheers to his niece who continues to giggle at her uncle's antics. 

“Doggy!” the little girl shouts as she points at the screen. Luke nods enthusiastically as he tunes out Jack's grumblings from the kitchen. 

15 minutes later, dinner was served.

Luke picked at his plate, “dude…”

“if you say that this is gross i swear…” Jack cut in. 

Before a small fight could break out, both brothers' attention were brought to the little girl in the high chair. “Yummy!” she smiled, lifting up her little plastic spoon and shovelling more of the questionable mac and cheese into her mouth. 

“ha! She likes it!”

“Jack… she's 2.. She was eating canned mashed peas like a month ago,” Luke replies.

Jack scowls. “It's literally your fault that the mac and cheese-”

“Play now!” their niece once again recaptures their attention as she shows them her empty plate. 

Jack gets up from the table and takes his niece out of her high chair.

After an hour of playing, the brothers get a text. 

hughes bros👨‍👨‍👦

quinn: Put my baby to bed now it's getting late. If she gets a little fussy read her another bedtime story she usually falls asleep after two stories. 

“your daddy says it's bedtime!” Jack coos to the little girl sitting in front of him and she immediately starts pouting. 

She throws the bright red block she's holding and yells, “no!”

“Luke, you wanna put her to bed?” Jack asks as he watches the toddler throw a small tantrum. She was rolling around on the floor now, toys long forgotten. 

“No sleep! No sleep!” she repeated, looking up at her uncles with her infamous puppy dog eyes. 

Luke walks over and picks her up off the floor. “Why don't we go read a story! That's so much fun!” Luke exclaims happily and the little girl in his arms continues to frown. 

“yeah let's read a story!” Jack cheers in an attempt to get the young girl to stop pouting. “I love stories!” 

“No!” she shouts again. 

Luke ignores her shouts, and carries her into her bedroom where she continues to pout. “Uncle Jacks going to pick out a really fun book while I get you ready for bed, okay?” 

“No!” 

After 20 minutes of fighting with the young girl, she was finally all ready for bed. As soon as she was in her crib, she immediately settled down and was happy to hear her story. She insisted on both of her uncles reading to her, and by the time they were done the first story she had already drifted off to sleep.

Jack and Luke sat in the living room, both on their phones as they waited for their brother and his wife to return.

“Wow this has been really easy!” Luke joked.

Jack looked over, rolling his eyes. “You almost burnt down the apartment” 

“Yeah but the baby's asleep now so does it really matter?” 

Jack shakes his head, “i’m not even going to reply to that”

“‘ACK! ‘UKE!” the wails of their niece ring out through the quiet apartment.

Both boys look at each other, and then immediately rush into their niece's bedroom. “What's up?” Jack coos, voice soft as he approaches the little girl with tears streaming down her face.

The little girl continues to cry. She stands up by the edge of the crib and holds her arms out to her uncles. Luke takes the hint and lifts the girl out of her crib and into his arms. 

“No sleep” she whispers against her uncle Luke's chest and both boys stare blankly at each other.

“But you have to go to sleep,” Luke tries, but the girl shakes her head. 

“No!” she cries. 

The cries only get worse, so Jack has the brilliant idea of feeding the girl some ice cream.

“Two year olds can have ice cream right?” he asks as he pulls the large tub out of his older brother's freezer. 

Luke nods, “yeah i'm sure vanilias safe for kids”  he shrugs the shoulder that his niece is not laying against. 

“You want some ice cream?” Jack asks as he holds a baby spoon up with a tiny bit of ice cream. The girl eagerly nods and reaches one hand out for the spoon.

The boys move to the couch, the little girl sat between them with her little bowl of ice cream in her lap. A movie softly plays in the background, lulling the girl to sleep with her hand in her ice cream bowl and head pressed against her uncle jack. 

At the sound of the front door unlocking, both boys sit upright. “Shit! Don't wake her up!” Luke whisper-shouts as he stands up and starts clearing off the coffee table. There was ice cream everywhere, courtesy of the sleeping 2 year old clinging to Jack's side. 

“Take her bowl!” Jack whispers as he tries to lift the baby's hand out of the sticky bowl. 

“You gave my daughter ice cream before bed?” Quinn questions, surveying the messy kitchen and living room. 

Luke, hands full of the incriminating ice cream bowls, shrugs. “She’s teething?” he says, but it comes out more of a question.

“My baby's teething? Are her molars coming through?” your worried voice drifts through the apartment as you step inside. 

“No!”

“Yes!” 

Jack and Luke both speak at the same time. 

“Right… okay i’ll take my baby back now!” Quinn speaks. When he reaches down to lift his daughter up though, he sees her ice cream coated hands. Quinn doesn't have to say anything.

“Right well! This was really nice so…"Jack trails off when Quinn finally has his daughter in his arms. She was asleep, so what did it really matter if she had some ice cream? 

“Yeah! I’ll see you next time!” Luke says, retreating into the guest bedroom. 

“Yeah, what he said! It's been great!” Jack mimics Luke.

“You're cleaning this up tomorrow,” Quinn's voice is fully in dad mode as he looks around the messy room. 

Jack nods enthusiastically before bidding the small family his goodnights. 

“Thank you for babysitting!” you whisper yell, which Jack responds with a quick thumbs up. 

A second later the guest bedroom door is clicked shut and Quinn and you are left standing in your quiet living room. 

“They're never babysitting again” Quinn sighs, looking down at his daughter who was covered in ice cream. 

“No, they're not” you sigh, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to your daughter's forehead. “Letting a 2 year old tell them what to do… you got those boys wrapped around your finger!” you whisper to your little girl.

[dawnbreakerluna]

single father sylus who falls in love with his sons' kindergarten teacher

[lukeywritesstuff]

Holiday Shopping

Dad!Luke x Mom!Reader

Description: Luke, your 4 year old son and you go holiday shopping together. And yes they did name their kid after Sidney Crosby because I feel like at least one Hughes brother would do that.

Warnings: fluff, lots of it, children and a pregnancy mention.

NOT MY GIF!

“Luke did you text Quinn to ask him if we’re getting Jack a new basketball net for the lake house?” I asked my husband as we walk around Dick’s Sporting Goods.

“Yeah he said we’re gonna buy it since we have a bigger car and he’s gonna pay me half of it back.” He said. “Uhm I’ll pick out the net and you can go to the shoes with Sid to let him pick new ones for school, and can you grab a pair of air forces for Duker? I’ll text you his size.”

“Yeah. Can you also grab another stick for Sid for street hockey? Your brother and him were playing yesterday and he broke his other stick.” I said and Luke nodded before we went our separate ways.

After we pay there we put all the stuff in the trunk of Luke’s truck before we went into the actual mall.

We decided to start off my going into some stores to buy things for our mums, we picked up makeup and skincare from Sephora, some comfy leggings from some pop up leggings store, and some Ugg boots from the Ugg store.

Then we went into Spencer’s and bought Quinn some T-shirt with some lame quote about looking grumpy because Luke thought it was the funniest thing ever, and we went to GameStop and got him a new controller because Luke said he complains about drift while playing chel.

We picked up Mario Kart for Sid’s switch at the GameStop as well, Luke and Sid went off on their own after to find something for me, so I decided to grab some things for them, which was, like: some actor Luke likes biography, some Nike sweatpants, Lululemon hoodies and a headband (his hair is always in his face but he doesn’t wanna cut it), a new Stanley because he lost his at the rink, and a baby onesie to tell him about the baby I’m pregnant with. And I got Sid: some Lego sets he told me he wanted, a Nike sweatsuit, a new target set for his net, new roller blades, Mario Kart as said earlier, and a new iPad since he dropped his down the stairs.

We met back up after and Sid was sleeping in Luke’s arm as he was carrying bags in another.

“Let’s just buy my dad something online, someone’s a little sleepy.” He said and I smiled at my two beautiful boys.

“That sounds good. He’s not hard to shop for anyways. Let’s go.” I said and we drove home.

I hid the presents I bought for the guys in the laundry room knowing neither of them go in there anyways. Then I go upstairs and see Luke and Sid lying in mine and Luke’s bed so I lay with them and just stare at my sleepy boys.

I love my family, and I can’t wait for the new addition to come in 5 months.

[thedevilrisen]

Jealous Quinn imagine, please? 🥺

Sure Angel!

-:-

"That's so interesting! What did you say your name was again?"

"Mark. What was yours sweetheart?"

"Y/N"

-

"Quinn, mate you look like you're going to kill that poor boy." Brock stated as he sat back down into the booth with his new beer.

"I might just. She giggled at him, giggled! What could he be saying that's giggle worthy?" the man exclaimed

"Your focusing quite a lot on this for someone who says he couldn't care less about who she talked to." Brock spoke matter of factly.

"I don't!" Quinn exclaimed

"Are you sure about that? Your trust seems to have flown out the window 25 minutes ago." Brock the ever observant best friend was treading the very thin line of Quinn's patience.

"It's not her I don't trust. It's the clown sitting next to her." Quinn mumbled into his drink to avoid sounding as petty as he was feeling. However his eyes never left the pair sitting at the bar. "It's fine. I just have to get over myself, she's a big girl she can take care of herself."

"Alright then! How about some pool, I saw a table on my way back from the bar."

"Yeah," He sighed eye flicking back over to the pair once more, "He's touching her!"

Shooting out of the seat and winding his way through the tables he reached the bar, "Hey mate, great conversation. Touch my girlfriend again and I'll touch you rather violently."

"Qui-" you tried to fight as he pulled you from the bar stool and through the patrons to the exit. Once on the side walk he stopped rather abruptly causing you to collide into his muscular chest.

"You still love me right?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure."

"Very."

"I don't want to be seen as toxic but I hate when other guys touch you."

"Well you don't need to threaten them."

"Duly noted"

[stxr-slut]

Hey, how’s it going?!! is it possible that you could write a dad!luke x fem! reader and please make it super duper fluffy. I kinda always imagined Luke as a girl dad!

Sorry it took me so long to get to this. I went through a massive slump, but I'm back, and hopefully, I'll keep it up this time. I realised about halfway through that you might be talking about single dad!luke and so I apologise if this wasn't what you had in mind!

It had been a long day, you'd been yelled st by countless entitled customers st the coffee shop where you worked, and you just wanted to get home.

When you did eventually finish your shift and make your way home, you were insntely net with the sound of giggles as you entered the small house you shared with your fiance, and the young daughter daughter you had together.

You crept up the stairs to your daughters room, not wanting to disturb whatever was happening, and the sight you were met with was nothing short of adorable.

Luke and your daughter were sat on the floor of her bedroom, dolls and teddies making up the rest of the circle, with the little plastic tea cups placed in front of each 'person'

The little girl was smiling and giggling, making up some fake gossip and talking in a posh voice, she was wearing one of her princess dresses, and like had on a tiara and some rather.. messy makeup smudged over his eyes and lips.

The sight melted your heart, making you forget all about your rough day at work.

[rowdyluv]

curious hands

summary: Luke’s first time pleasuring Rosey.

word count: 3.13k

warnings: MDNI, 18+, fem!rec fingering, alludes to oral, mentions of hand jobs, pet names, foul language, smut

notes: this was supposed to be released as apart of a collection where every “first” was posted together… someone forgot their password to Dropbox so everything is being rewritten!! I guess you could say “the rest is still unwritten”

The scent of freshly popped popcorn filled the cozy basement, a warm embrace that seemed to echo the comfort of the plush couch against the wall. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of the string lights that had been meticulously draped over the ceiling beams a few years back, creating a cozy ambiance that was nice contrast to the stark off white walls. The TV, already on from Luke’s gaming marathon that ended not too long ago, stood tall in the corner. The television served as the only source of light in the room that didn't flicker or cast many shadows. The floor was littered with a rainbow of throw pillows and a plush rug that felt like a cloud underfoot. The setup was perfect for their weekly tradition of a romantic movie night in.

Rosey descended the stairs, her hands carefully balancing a tray of goodies. In one hand, she had a bottle of chilled water that dripped condensation onto her fingers, leaving a trail of wetness. The other hand held a bowl brimming with popcorn, the buttery scent wafting up to tickle her nose. She had also brought a brand new bag of chips hanging from her mouth, the sound of the crinkling plastic a gentle reminder of the salty delight waiting to be shared. She was wearing a simple navy Michigan tee of Luke’s, from when Quinn was there, that fell loosely around her figure, and a pair of Luke’s oversized boxers. His go to overnight tournament “pajamas” or when she stays at the Lake house pjs. The soft fabric brushed against her skin with every step, sending a shiver of anticipation through her body. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun, a few stray strands framing her face which was flushed by the way Luke was looking at her. She felt like a princess in his eyes even in pajamas.

Her bare feet padded quietly on the cold, hardwood floor, carrying her to the edge of the couch where Luke sat, his eyes adverted back to the TV, his thumbs playing a rhythm on his thighs in attempt to not think of her in his clothes. In the loose on him boxers. He looked up at her, his gaze traveling from her eyes to the snacks and then back at her once again, only allowing himself to take a perusal of her this time a playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Nice look.” He smirked, leaning back and lifting his legs to rest his feet on the table.

Rosey playfully rolled her eyes, dropping the bag of chips next to him. “Thanks, I got it at this really unique place that only I can shop at Luke Hughes’s Closet.” She smiled at him before they both let out honest laughs.

“I hope no one else is shopping my closet, looks best on you.” Luke murmured against her cheek as he pressed multiple kisses against it.

The screen flickered to life as Luke hit play, the opening scene of the original Dirty Dancing unfurling before them. The music began to play, the vibrant beats of the opening credits syncing with the dance of the shadows thrown by the lights. He took the bowl of popcorn from her and placed it on the floor in between them, his eyes never leaving hers.

The first few scenes passed in a blur as they both settled into the plush couch cushions, the familiarity of the film's start bringing a sense of nostalgic comfort. But the air grew charged as the plot began to thicken, the chemistry between Baby and Johnny mirroring the unspoken tension between Luke and Rosey. He leaned back, his arm extending along the back of the couch, his fingers playing with a loose string of the throw pillow, his eyes flicking to her hand that was resting on the couch, so close to his leg.

Suddenly, Luke stood up with a stretch, the muscles in his arms flexing under the fabric of his t-shirt. "Gonna hit the bathroom real quick," he announced casually, his voice a little gruffer than usual. The sudden movement made Rosey's heart jump a beat. She tossed him a funny look, he’d never been so out there with his need to go, it’s usually a soft touch with a whisper acknowledgment. Not a loud announcement to one person.

With him out of the room, she took the opportunity to grab her phone from the table, they both tried not to be on them when together. The screen glowed a cool blue in the dimness, a blurring difference to the warm tones of the room. Her thumbs danced over the screen as she scrolled through their week's worth of texts, a blush creeping up her neck. The air thickened as she read through their playful banter, the way they had both danced around the topic of taking their relationship to the next level. The anticipation had been building like a crescendo, and she could feel the tension in the room pulsing like a heartbeat.

His words from their texts played over and over all day long in her mind like a secret melody wrote just for her, each message a teasing verse that grew bolder as the week progressed. She re-read his playful comparison of his hands to hers, the way he hinted at the size difference. Their size difference. Her breath caught as she read his words, "Just think about it, baby, how much of a difference there is between your hands and my hands it’s mostly all fingers. What do you think my fingers will feel like? Do you think I can make my pretty girl come?." Her pulse quickened, and her hand unconsciously strayed to the spot between her legs, the heat building there once again.

Her thumb hovered over the screen, tracing the line of their conversation, her heart racing as she remembered his texts from earlier that day. "I’ve been thinking about those hands of yours all week," he had written, "imagining what they'd feel like wrapped around me. Watching you use both, still struggling." She had replied with a blushing emoji, playing along with the game, but deep down, she was craving the reality of it. Was Luke really that thick or was he insinuating he was big in general?

The thought of his large, strong hands on her made her insides quiver with excitement.

The sound of Luke's footsteps returning grew louder, echoing down the hallway and into the basement. Rosey quickly slid her phone across the coffee table, her cheeks flushing a deep red, as she hoped he hadn’t noticed her distraction. The creak of the floorboards grew closer, and she swallowed hard, her eyes darting to the TV as if the plot of Dirty Dancing could somehow hold the answers to her questions.

“Ro? You feeling okay babe, you’re really flushed” Luke’s tone was laced with worry as he sat back down, grabbing her face softly.

“Yeah, yeah, yes. I’m good. I swear Lukey,” she assured him with a smile that was more of a grimace, doing her best to control her urge to make out with him right there and then. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort.

Luke studied her for a moment, his eyes searching hers for any hint of deceit. He knew her well enough to see the desire smoldering beneath the surface, but he also knew her enough to realize she was holding back. He leaned in closer, his hand gently cupping her cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "You're sure?"

"Mhm hmm, swear," she replied, her voice breathy as she squirmed on the sofa, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. She shifted her weight, the fabric of the boxers rubbing against her sensitive skin, sending waves of pleasure through her body. The urge to lean into him, to feel his warmth, was overwhelming. His thumb brushed over her cheek before he placed a simple soft kiss to her lips.

“I’m sorry baby, but I don’t believe you.” His voice was gruff, both hands now held her face. “So let’s try again, Ro? Are you feeling okay?”

Rosey felt the heat from his palms and the pressure of his thumb as it grazed her cheek, a silent question hanging in the air. She took a deep breath, the room spinning slightly with her desire for him. She whispered, her voice a bit shaky. “Tell me are you all talk or did you mean all you sent me?"

"Oh, I'm definitely not all talk, baby." Luke grinned. “I want to know what this is all about. Every damn thing with you”

With that, he shifted his weight, his movements as graceful as the dancers on the screen despite his size. He leaned in, his hands sliding around her waist, lifting her slightly as he repositioned himself over her. The couch cushions gave way under them, enveloping her in a cloud of comfort as she lay on her back, Luke hovering above her.

“God, how did I end up so lucky to be with you?” Luke whispered, his voice thick with emotion. His eyes searched hers, a mix of awe and desire swirling in their depths. “You’re the prettiest person in the universe, Ro,” he managed to say, his words choking up.

Rosey's heart skipped a beat at his earnestness, her eyes welling up with unshed tears. She reached up, her hands cupping his face, her thumbs brushing against the barely there stubble that had formed over the week. "I'm the lucky one," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper, “now kiss me Luke Warren”.

And with that, their mouths collided in a fiery kiss that seemed to ignite the very air around them. Luke's lips were soft yet firm, his tongue delving into her mouth with a hunger that had been building for weeks. He tasted like popcorn and something uniquely him, something that made her toes curl and her stomach flip. The heat from their bodies melded together, the fabric of the oversized shirt, boxers, and his sweatpants the only barrier to their skin.

As they kissed, Luke's hands began to roam, his touch like a gentle storm that started at her waist, tracing the curves of her hips before moving up to her breasts. “Uhh, uhm is this ok?” He breathed out. Rosey bit her lip and gave out a quiet yes to him. He cupped them softly, his thumbs flicking over her erect nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. The sensation was exquisite, a sweet torture that made her arch into his touch. She could feel his heart hammering against her chest, his breaths coming in shallow pants that matched her own.

Encouraged by her response, his hands grew bolder, exploring the soft mounds of her breasts, the shirt having been the only thing separating Luke and her skin, he pushed it up to reveal her bare upper body. Luke took a moment to admire her. “I can’t believe you’re fucking mine Rosey. God you’re a gift.” Luke whispers in her ear in between soft kisses to her neck.

She gasped as his thumbs resumed the teasing to the sensitive peaks, this time skin to skin, her own hands moving to his shoulders, gripping them tightly. “Luke, please” she exasperated. The world outside of their embrace faded away, the only sounds the low murmur of the TV and the muffled gasps that filled the room.

His hands traveled lower, his fingertips skimming over her stomach, sending a shiver of anticipation through her. The fabric of the boxers was the only remaining piece of clothing between his touch and the part of her that craved it most. The heat of his palms was a nice and welcome contrast to the coolness of the room, leaving a trail of fire as they ventured closer to the juncture of her thighs.

"Can I take these off?" Luke asked running his finger tips along the edge of the waistband of the boxers she was wearing.

Rosey didn’t hesitate, she trusted Luke with her life. She didn’t verbally respond, she started removing the boxers.

Luke pulled back slightly with a chuckle, his eyes smoldering as he spoke, "Spread your legs for me, baby," his voice a low growl that sent a thrill down her spine. The command was gentle but firm, a clear indication of his need to explore her further.

Rosey complied, her legs parting as if pulled by an invisible string. . Luke's gaze dipped down to her center, his eyes darkening with desire. He took his time, dragging his gaze back up to meet hers, his intent clear. He leaned in, capturing her bottom lip between his teeth and tugging gently, a teasing nip that sent a bolt of electricity straight to her core.

As he reached down to stroke her, his hand was met with an unexpected wetness. He paused, his eyes widening in shock. "Fuck, Ro, you're so wet," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

Rosey felt her cheeks burn even hotter as she nodded, unable to form words. She had been so lost in the moment that she hadn't realized just how turned on she was. His touch was like a branding, searing into her very soul, making her wetter with every stroke.

Luke's hand hovered over her for a moment, his thumb circling her clit with a gentle pressure that had her hips lifting off the couch. He was careful, his movements tentative as he explored her folds. It was clear that this was as new to him as it was to her, his eyes flickering between hers and the apex of her thighs, seeking continuous approval and approval.

Maybe he had done more talking than he should’ve.

Maybe he was just nervous.

Slowly, Luke pushed his middle and index fingers into her, the sensation making her gasp into his mouth. He kept his thumb in constant motion on her clit, the friction sending waves of pleasure crashing over her. The feeling of being filled by him was foreign and exhilarating, and she could feel her body tightening around his fingers, desperate for more.

Rosey's eyes fluttered closed as she focused on the sensation, her breaths coming in short, sharp pants. She felt him push deeper, stretching her gently, and she couldn’t help but whimper into his mouth. The sound seemed to spur him on, his movements becoming more deliberate as he found a rhythm that had soft calls of his name dropping from her lips.

Rosey's eyes shot open, her pupils dilated with lust. "Yes Luke," she breathed, her voice a strangled whisper. "Just like that."

Luke curled his finger inside her, the motion sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. She felt herself tighten hard around him, her hips bucking involuntarily. Each stroke was a symphony of sensation, a dance that grew more intense with every beat. His eyes never left hers, watching her reactions with an intensity that made her feel like she was the only person in the world.

Her breath hitched as he asked, "Do you like that, baby?" His voice was a gruff whisper right next to her ear, his voice filled with a need that mirrored her own. She could only nod, unable to form coherent words as the pleasure built rapidly inside her. He swiped his thumb over her clit in a slow, deliberate motion, his fingers still working their magic within her. The room spun around her, the only anchor being the feel of Luke's body pressing into hers, his warmth enveloping her like a blanket.

The pressure grew, coiling in her belly like a spring ready to snap. It was a delicious ache, a promise of something so intense it made her toes curl and her back arch. Her hips began to rock against his hand, silently begging for more, for the release that was just out of reach.

And then it hit her. The orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, making her body shake and tremble as she cried out his name. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving little half-moons in his skin, but he didn’t flinch. Instead, he watched her with a fierce pride, his eyes never leaving hers as he continued to stroke her through the aftershocks.

As the tremors subsided, Luke pulled his hand away, his fingers glistening with her arousal. He brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply, his expression a mix of amazement and pure, unfiltered desire. "Fuck, baby," he murmured, licking his fingers clean one by one, savoring the taste of her. It was a move so primal, so erotic, that it made her insides quiver anew.

Rosey lay there, panting, her body a limp mess of satisfaction. But as she watched Luke, she felt a renewed surge of heat between her legs. He was like a teenager discovering his first dirty magazine, the way he devoured her with his eyes and savored her scent. It was both endearing and incredibly hot.

"You know, that's the first time I've ever made a girl come…well, it’s the first time I’ve ever done any of that" he said, his voice a mix of pride and awe - and a touch of embarrassment.

"But regardless I've gotta say, watching you lose control was so fucking sexy. I sort of busted in sweatpants like a teenager…” Luke’s entire face turned red.

“Does that mean I can’t.. well you know?” Rosey bashfully evades the topic.

“Oh, baby, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but I sure as hell wouldn’t mind if you did. Maybe next week's movie night could be your turn to return the favor. Tonight though I am already spent. " Luke suggested, his voice a low rumble that sent a thrill through her body. While he spoke to her he was pulling his t-shirt off his body and covering her back up.

Rosey looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Deal," she whispered, her voice still shaky from the aftermath of her climax. The idea of getting to explore him next week was almost too much to handle, but she was eager to learn, eager to make him feel as amazing as he had made her feel.

They watched the rest of the movie in a daze, their bodies entwined on the couch. The chemistry between Baby and Johnny seemed to sizzle off the screen, but it was nothing compared to the heat that radiated from Luke and Rosey. They made out like teenagers in the back of a car, hands roaming, breaths hitching, the air thick with unspoken promises of what was to come.