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hearts4hughes · 1 year

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caught | jack hughes

lake house summers au

a/n: this took me forever to write for no reason at all. is it narcissistic that i’m falling in love with my own au? probably but idrc. enjoy!

tags: @sweetestdesire @hughesluv @michaelrikas @spideyy @longlivehughes

it had been two weeks since the ‘confession’ between you and jack. also meaning, it had been two weeks of trying to keep your relationship a secret together. it wasn’t some ‘forbidden love’ that no one could know about. it was simply just a beautiful secret that binds you together. the thrill of keeping your relationship a secret adds an extra layer of excitement, intensifying the bond you share.

every stolen glance, every brush of your fingertips sends sparks coursing through your veins. but as much as you long to shout your love from the rooftops, you both understand the necessity of keeping it hidden.

you navigate the treacherous territory of keeping your relationship a secret with care and precision. your friends and family remain blissfully unaware of the love that blossoms between you and jack.

the sun dances upon the calm waters, and laughter echoes through the air as you all gather on the deck, soaking up the idyllic surroundings. you and Jack exchange knowing glances- as well as interesting texts.

as the afternoon unfolds, games and laughter fill the air. the tension between you both grows with every stolen touch and meaningful glance, yearning for a moment when you can freely express your love.

“y/n, can you go grab me some beer?” trevor asked, laying sprawled out across the pool chair. “thank you,” he answered himself before you even got the chance to open your mouth. usually, you would’ve argued with him. telling him you weren’t his maid and that he’s a grown man who can do things himself; however, this sparked a chance for you and jack to get some alone time.

your gaze quickly found jack’s. he read you like a book, figuring out exactly what you were thinking without you articulating it. huffing, you got up and began making your way to the kitchen.

“i’ll help you.” jack suggested and shot to his feet. he sent you a quick wink as his back was fully turned to everyone else. he almost even wrapped his hand around your waist but stopped himself before he did.

“it’s only one beer, i think she’s fine-”

“shut up trevor, he’s just trying to be nice!” you snapped, causing trevor to scrunch his nose in annoyance and stick his tongue out at you. you flipped him off in response.

as soon as you get into the privacy of the kitchen, jack grabs your waist, pushing you against the counter, and bringing you into a passionate kiss. the moment, filled with tenderness and affection, catches you off guard, and a spontaneous giggle escapes your lips.

you break away from the kiss, a smile dancing on your face as you look into jack’s eyes. his expression is a perfect mix of curiosity and amusement, mirroring your own joy. the world around you fades into the background as you revel in the moment.

"what’s so funny, babe?" jack asks, a playful glint in his eyes. his hands move from lower back to your upper thighs, lifting you up to sit on the counter.

blushing, you find your words, your voice holding a certain playfulness. "you’re so eager, rowdy," you tease, your gaze locked with his.

with the roll of his eyes, he stifles out a laugh, “do not call me that ever again, and of course i’m eager! it’s fucking torture sitting next to you outside and not being able to hold and kiss you.”

“you are a simp, jack hughes.” your smile deepens, your hand reaching up to cup his face. you lean in for another kiss, a sweet and lingering connection. the touch of jack’s lips against yours is like a thousand fireworks exploding, filling you with a sense of bliss and contentment. it’s in these stolen moments of tenderness that you realize how fortunate you are to have each other.

"jesus, what’s taking you guys so long? are you making the beer from scratch?" luke stands at the entrance of the kitchen, his eyes widening in surprise. “oh, shit…” time slows to a crawl as shock washes over you, freezing you in place.

panic floods your senses as you scramble for a response, desperately searching for words to salvage the situation. instinctively, you shove jack away. he stumbles back, mouth hanging agape as luke’s eyes flicker between you and jack.

luke’s gaze shifts between the two of you, his brows furrowed with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. “were you just making out?” his voice carries a hint of disbelief as he tries to make sense of the scene unfolding before him.

“no!” you blurt out.

“yeah,” jack replies at the exact same time.

you and jack turn to look at each other in a synchronized motion. luke twists his head in confusion, “huh?” you both are just as confused as him.

you find your voice, finally, and in an attempt to explain. "jack and i are dating,” you pause to take a deep breath, “we have been for a few weeks but you’re the only person who knows.” the weight of secrecy begins to lift, replaced by a sense of newfound trust. you and jack exchange a glance, silently acknowledging the unexpected turn of events.

luke’s eyes widen further, his surprise transforming into a mix of realization and understanding. he takes a step closer, a wide smile gracing his lips. "haha i was right! i knew there was something going on between you too!” he exclaims, a glimmer of warmth in his eyes.

“i’m sorry, what?” jack asks, completely dumbfounded. “there was no way you knew.” he scoffs.

luke quirks an eyebrow, “i mean you two weren’t exactly being discreet about it. the winks, the weird looks, you two were obviously hiding something.” were you and jack really being that obvious? looking back at it, you definitely were.

“well shit,” your voice is laced with slight defeat. “who knew lukey had a love radar.” he stifles out a laugh in response.

as the three of you stand in the kitchen, the air buzzing with a newfound sense of camaraderie, you feel a deep gratitude for the unanticipated moment. it was seriously getting hard for you to keep your relationship a secret from everyone. at least one other person knew about it.

“so can i tell everyone that i was right? i’ve got money to collect.” he asks, his eyes lighting up. it might’ve been shallow to bet on his older brother’s relationship but who cares? a little extra cash couldn’t hurt.

“no!” you and jack respond in unison. he rolls his eyes, “but i bet a lot of money!” he whines like a child- reminding you that he was the youngest brother.

“i don’t give a shit about money, if you tell anyone, i’ll smother you in your sleep.” jack retorts. luke holds his hands up in defense before disappearing back outside.

this was going to be a fun summer.

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lee-annwrites1 · 2 months

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for me? part two

quinn hughes x oc

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none for now, enjoy!

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swearing, suggestive content

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Quinn, June 22nd, 2018

“Viv?” The nickname falls from my mouth uncontrollably, something I haven’t said in a long time.

This is Jack’s childhood best friend? If Jack hadn’t warned me she was coming I wouldn’t have recognized her.

Her previously short brown hair was now a golden blonde, and long past her shoulders. Her eyes still a crystal blue but her face slimmer and cheekbones are higher and more visible.

The only thing that hasn’t changed is her smile. Big and quirky, with perfect and white teeth on display. That was her mother’s biggest flex, was having perfect teeth since birth.

“Quinn.” She says as a greeting, and that’s enough for me.

“Your brother here?” I ask, noticing his absence. Normally, where Jordan goes, Viv goes.

“He’s in Boston still, I think he’s gonna try to make it next week.” She explains, looking between Luke and Jack. She nods them a quick hello in acknowledgment, which they return. I know Jacks itching to drag her away someplace to catch up.

“Good, I haven’t seen him in a while.” I reply, unsure of what to say.

“Neither have I.” Her smile sort of fades, I clue in that there’s more to the story I don’t know about. I won’t press.

Jack clears his throat, “Well,” he claps his hands together, saving us all from an awkward conversation. “Vivienne, did you know we got a hot tub? It fits six people. Can you believe that?” He sells it quite well, making her smile appear again.

“No. But with that enthusiasm I want to.” She laughs quietly, following Jack out the back doors.

Luke and I turn to each other and shrug, then continue our game of pool. We’ll get our chance to catch up.

—

I don’t know what went on outside, but when dinner was ready they came in laughing like no time had passed. It’s good to see that side of Jack again.

“Look who it is.” My dad laughs from the couch, taking notice of Viv.

She beams at him, rushing to give him a hug. My dad’s always see her as one of his own, now’s no different.

I hear a mumbled ‘so good to see you’ from the kitchen where I grab plates to set the tables. “Thank you Quinn.” Mom pats my shoulder, I send her a small smile in return.

“-and he left everything with that chick from Jersey?! I can’t believe him.” Bethany rolls her eyes, before pulling her hands from the countertop to rub her temples.

She’s been complaining about Vivienne’s biological dad for the past half hour. I think I’ve heard enough for the next hundred.

“We can’t always control other people’s actions Beth, plus he was always a ‘you know what’.” Mom raises her brows in knowing toward Beth, who just sighs.

“I know, but it affects her.” Beth gestures to Viv who laughs along with my dad at something, clueless.

“It’s really a conversation for another time El.” Beth says, sending me a glance from the kitchen. She knows I’m listening in the dining room.

“I totally understand, we’ll talk later.”

—

“Quinn?” Luke nudges my shoulder to grab my attention, then points to a dish full of green beans that sits just out of his reach. I pass it to him.

Somehow the kids table still exists between us, and we sit outside on the deck whilst the ‘adults’ sit inside in the air conditioning.

“So you decided to stay another year?” Viv adds into the conversation, speaking up for the first time in a while.

“Yeah, I like it in Mich. I think Vancouver can wait a year.” I say, before forking a bite of salad to avoid details.

“I’ll just miss you in Michigan next year then.” She raises an eyebrow at me, without a further explanation.

“What do you mean?” I instantly regret talking, remembering the food still in my mouth. She doesn’t notice.

“I’m looking at going to Umich next year. ” She says casually, which takes me by surprise. I remember when I got accepted I was itching to tell everyone, it was the best thing that happened to me before the draft.

“Good for you.” I say genuinely, nodding to her. I mean it. “Anything else new with you?”

She thinks, “Not really. Still dating Nash on and off, still have the same friends.”

“Nash is a beast to play against.” I comment, reminiscing in past hockey games I’ve played against him.

“Yeah he’s definitely something.” She laughs weakly to herself. I can’t help but feel like I’m missing so many pieces to these stories.

“He treating you good?” Jack asks. He cares about her for sure, no one would question that. It’s not a crush of love or something. He just cares.

“For the most part yeah, it’s hard when he lives so far away now though.” She says, filling in more blanks for me. It’s like piecing together a puzzle with her.

“Have you been in touch with anyone from the lake?” I ask, pry more like.

“No. It’s been a long few years.” She says, confident in her answer without giving out too much.

“I think we should all get together, like old times. What do you say?” Jack wraps his arm around Vivienne’s shoulder and she shrugs.

“That sounds nice actually.” She smiles sweetly at us, like we made her day.

“I’ll set something up.” Jack smiles at her, she nods in response.

—

She’s never crossed my mind like this. Or ever for that matter. I mean, she’s my brothers best friend.

I find myself frustrated over the lack of service we have in the house. It’s eleven, and everyone’s already asleep. I’m searching for her instagram, just for a look.

Nothings loading.

I decided to take a walk down the property to the best spot at the edge of the beach. It’s cold, unlike the heat from earlier. Though I’m not sure what I was expecting.

I find a spot on a washed up log down by the water, and pull out my phone.

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Instagram

Pittsburg, USA

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So she’s still together with Nash. That post was two months ago, but if they’d broken up she would have deleted it.

I shove my phone back in my pocket. Why do I care?

“What are you doing out here?” The voice startled me, and I turn to face Viv.

She stands in her pjs and her hair in a messy bun, and glasses? Since when?

I’m suddenly self conscious of my outfit, a leafs t shirt and basketball shorts. Since our bedrooms don’t have ac we have to compensate.

“I was gonna ask you the same thing.” I say, recovering from the heart attack she nearly gave me.

“Can I sit?” She shifts her gaze to the empty space beside and I nod.

She mutters and thank you and sits down on my left, “Since when did you have glasses?” I ask, pointing to her clear frames.

“I always did, just never wore them. Contacts are the way to go.” She nods, looking out to the water. Her face is barely visible, just the faint shading from the dim house lights behind us.

“They suit you.” I compliment.

She smiles, though her lips stay shut. “I always thought Jack would’ve made fun of me because of them.” She says, tapping the rim of the frames.

I laugh quietly, “That sounds like something he’d do.”

It goes quiet for a moment, except it’s a comfortable silence. I don’t dare to break it.

“I think this is the longest conversation we’ve ever had.” She states, breaking the silence.

“Probably.” I say dryly. I feel a loss of words with her. She feels like a stranger that I know so well, and all I want to do is make her a friend.

She sighs, “I missed the lake.”

I gather up the courage to ask her, “Why haven’t you came the past few years then?”

She glances at me, her eyes deep. She looks away. “I had no say in it. My dad was convinced it was an ‘unsafe environment to grow up in’.”

I’ve never met her dad, only a few boyfriends her mom has had over the years. They never stay long.

“Bring him here, he’ll change his mind.” I suggest, looking at our surroundings.

She swallows deeply, like she’s holding something back.

“He died.”

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Vivienne, June 22nd, 2018

“Vivienne, I’m so sorry. I had no idea.” Quinn says frantically, torn over his choice of words.

“It’s okay.” I comfort him, “There’s no way you could have known.”

“That’s doesn’t mean I don’t feel like shit for it. Are you okay?” He asks, his eyes wide and glossy, and so very blue.

“I am now, that’s all that matters.” I smile, though I know it’s weak.

He ponders for a moment, “Do you need anything?”

“Just stay here with me for a little while longer.” Is all I can think of.

“Of course.” He says, looking at the water with me. The moons reflects and breaks off in the small waves.

“Does Jack know?” He asks, his eyes still set on the water.

“No. You’re the first one I’ve told.” I sniffle. I’m not sure when the tears started but I find myself struggling to hold them back.

He glances at me, noticing the tears welling on my waterline. He hesitates, a thousand things running through his mind.

He brings his left arm up hesitantly and lays it around my shoulders, pulling me closer. I lean my head against his shoulder and lower it. His right hand rests on my left cheek, pressing my face against his chest.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbles quietly.

—

I must’ve fell asleep, because when I woke up, Quinn was carrying me bridal style up the stairs from the beach to the house. He might not look like it, but that man is strong.

I don’t open my eyes, I could’ve, but my body and mind are too exhausted to even comprehend what’s going on.

He fumbled with the front door, before gently pressing it open. I feel his hands move beneath my spine as he closed it behind him.

He walks down the hall and into my room, familiar with the layout of the house.

He sets me gently onto the right side of my bed, then grabs a blanket off the chair in the corner and drapes it over top of me.

Leaning close, he gently pulls off my glasses and sets them on the night stand. With a soft tap on my shoulder he was gone, and I was left alone.

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Vivienne, June 24th, 2018

Jack planned (surprisingly) a night at their house to get everyone back together. The day previous we drove the thirty minutes into town to pick up hotdogs and marshmallows. It was worth it.

The two of us set up the lights on the deck, stocked the coolers, and by the end, we were exhausted.

“It’s only three-thirty, I told everyone to come by at five-ish.” Jack says, dropping into a patio chair.

I wipe the line of sweat that gathered across my brows, “We could go for a swim?” I suggest.

His eyes light up, “Race?” He jumps up, giving me no warnings.

I chase him down the stairs and across the lawn to the dock, cursing him out for leaving me behind without warning.

We skid to a stop at the edge of the dock once we remember we’re still wearing clothes. I kick my sandals off as fast as I can, pull my shirt off and slip out of my shorts to reveal the lilac bikini I wore underneath.

“Wow.” Jack says, scanning over me.

I send him a glare, then remember the reason we’re here. I jump in at the end of the dock before he can.

He cannonballs beside me, splashing water up my nose. I rush to blow it out, “That was gross.” I complain, wiping my nose.

“That’s what you get for cheating me out of a win.” He states, pulling himself onto the dock and reaching his hand down to grab mine. “Don’t you dare pull me in.”

“I won’t.” I promise, grabbing his hand as he pulls me up.

“You do look good.” He winks, and I shove his shoulder in response.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” I squeeze the water out of my hair.

“It is one.” He says.

I laugh, and tie my hair into a low pony. “Dock wrestling?”

“Bet.”

—

From the hour of wrestling I have four new bruises forming on my legs, arms, and hip. He got me good. Considering he’s not a skinny twelve year old anymore, I don’t know why I thought I stood the chance.

He throws me a towel and I wrap it around my shoulders, shivering in the cool house.

“Cold?” He laughs, unfazed by the temps fire change. He stands with a glass of water on the opposite side of the counter.

“Very.” He pours his lip, before taking another sip of water. “If you don’t that again I’ll hit you with this.” I threaten, holding the towel up.

“Fine, I wont do it again.” He surrenders, placing the glass on the counter.

The front door knocks three times before opening, two boys enter with a holler. Matthew and Brady, the Tkachuk brothers. I wonder where Taryn is.

“Where’s Quinny boy at? I got him a present.” Matthew yells to no one in particular. He holds up a gift bag.

“Can you go check him and Luke’s rooms? Send them down here?” Jack asks me, giving me his best pleading eyes.

“Fine.” I say, wrapping my towel tightly around my chest before sprinting up the stairs to the boys rooms before Matthew or Brady takes notice of me.

I’m not up here often, so figuring out which door was who’s was very confusing.

I knock at the first one, the door closed fully. “Luke? Quinn?” I say, opening the door slightly.

Luke lays shirtless on the floor in front of a fan. “What?” He mumbles into the floor.

“Jack wants you downstairs.”

“I’ll be down in a bit.”

I close the door behind me and walk down the hall. I assume the wide open door and empty room beside Lukes is Jacks, so I turn to the other side of the hall where only one door stands, cracked open slightly.

I knock lightly, “Hello?” I push the door open when I don’t get a response.

The room is a dark navy blue, with various hockey posters and family photos scattered throughout. The floor has clothes littered throughout and the door beside the closet is closed. The bathroom.

“Quinn?” I say, before entering the room. I knock on the bathroom door.

“Yeah?” Quinn shouts from the other side over top of the faint fan sound coming from inside.

“It’s Vivienne, Jack wants you downstairs.”

There’s a brief silence, “I can’t hear you. You can open the door.”

I hesitate at the handle before opening it. Quinn stands with in his boxers alone, leaning over the counter with a razor, his face a quarter covered with shaving cream.

He glances over at me, his face surprised. “I thought you were Luke.” He says, finishing a last stroke before rinsing the razor off.

I clear my throat, avoiding glancing anywhere where I shouldn’t. “No, uh, Jack asked me to come grab you.”

He turns back to the mirror, and picks the razor up again. “Why?”

I can’t help it, his arms are toned and slim, his abs the same. Is it hot in here or what? “The Tkachuks are here.”

“Everyone? Or just the boys.” He rinses his razor off a gain.

“Just the boys.” I say, leaning against the door frame.

“Could you grab my shorts from by my bed?” He asks, referencing his lack of clothing that thickens the tension.

I nod, not trusting myself with words. I grab the black shorts and bring them to him, I face my back to him for extra privacy.

“You don’t have to do that, you’ve already seen me in my underwear. It’s not like I’m stripping.” He reasons, and I listen to him tie the drawstrings. My cue to turn around.

“I’d want the privacy.” I explain and he nods in understanding.

“Yeah there’s no problem in that.” He says, then turns to me. “Did I miss a spot?” He asks, pointing to his for the most part, clean face.

I point to a section on hus jaw, “just missing a piece here.”

“Can you do it?”

“What?”

“Can you do it? The mirrors so fogged it’s worse for me to do it than you.” He asks, holding the razor out.

I reluctantly take it, “If I cut you, you can’t blame me.” I waiver.

“Go ahead.” He backs up to sit atop the counter, leaning forward to my height.

I gently place my left hand in his hair line and tilt his head to the left, the razor glides over his jaw smoothly. Tension fills the room, and I’m not sure if it’s the steamy air from a previous shower that makes it harder to breathe, or that Quinn Hughes is shirtless in front of me, alone.

He keeps his eyes steady on me, and I fight every living cell inside of me that wants to be nervous. Since when did he made me feel like that?

Maybe time did fill out its own complicated story.

I finish with the razor and place it on the counter to his left. His eyes follow my movements as I grab a cloth and wet it. I bring it to his face and wipe the faint remains of shaving cream as gently as possible.

I back away, admiring my work. “Done.” I state, throwing the cloth into a laundry basket placed outside the door.

“Thanks, I’ll meet you down stairs.” He smiles, jumping down from the counter to check himself in the mirror.

Leaving, I shake the butterflies in my chest. I shouldn’t be feeling that. Especially not with him.

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Part 3 coming soon!

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puckarchives · 9 months

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the pop-tart debacle: l. hughes

blurb: this entire idea is based off of clips from The Basement Yard Podcast, which I will be using (for all self-indulging purposes,) as markers in which these conversations are based off of. this one is based off of episode #388 (no warnings, just minor cussing and mentions of drunkness/alcohol consumption!) / word count: 1.04k / pairing: luke hughes x fem!reader

To be entirely fair, the conversation had stemmed from a half-drunk thought and a craving for strawberry flavored Pop-Tarts. We had just gotten home from a night of babysitting the children of an old college friend, and Luke and I found ourselves sitting in our kitchen, drinking the last of the wine I had bought a few weeks ago. Two cups in, however, the craving for the sugar-filled pockets popped up, and, looking over at Luke, I tried to formulate the thoughts into a coherent sentence.

“Luke, sweetheart, do we have any more of those Pop-Tarts that Jack left the other day? The strawberry ones?” I had asked, not really needed a lengthy response, but simply an assurance that he had heard me over his own space on the kitchen island.

Looking over, however, the 6’2 defenseman giggled at me, obviously somehow inebriated as he tended to turn into a sappy, almost touchy-drunk on the occasion that we had a glass of wine, and I could tell by the flush of his cheeks that it was definitely what was occurring.

“The strawberry ones? Jacky left them here? We need to throw them out— right now honey,” he said, standing up from his seated position, and walking over to the kitchen pantry. I watched as he passed me, sliding his hand over my lower back to ensure that he wouldn’t bump into me, and as he opened the cabinet doors.

“Throw them out? Why would we do that?” I asked. “He left literally a whole box full the other day when you guys had that sleepover,” I told him.

The Hughes Brother Sleepovers— a thing that had come to be early on in the boys’ careers, was pretty self-explanatory. Once a month, either Luke, Quinn, or Jack would host their brothers and friends at their house, and like children, build a fort in the living room and have— you guessed it— a sleepover. It was something that warms my heart every time I thought about it— about how much Luke truly loved and cared for his brothers, and how the other boys weren’t scared to show that type of affection; hell, even Quinn, as quiet as he was, would still hug Luke as tight as he could when he first saw him, and just as tight before he left.

“Yeah, sweetheart, but the strawberry ones are literally the worst,” he said, turning around after rummaging in the pantry, and looking back at me with said box in his hand. Just like I had thought, the box of Pop-Tarts was held in his right hand, and his face had contorted into a look of disgust, making me laugh out loud.

“What the hell do you have against strawberry Pop-Tarts? They’re the only meaningful flavor— and don’t you dare pull out that Frosted Confetti I KNOW you have hidden behind the rice box, Luke!” I playfully replied back, watching as his own face got a bit red at having been caught.

“You know about those?” he asked, walking towards me, with my prize still in his hand. He handed over the box, and then walked back once again to the pantry— grabbing said box of not only Frosted Confetti Pop-Tarts, but also the Mixed Berry ones as well; a sight I could only laugh at— a 6’2 hulking mass of a man, who played professional hockey and was always overshadowing everyone else, with two boxes of children’s breakfast foods in his hands, and a slight flush on his cheeks and the tips of his ears. God, the gall of this man to pull out those two flavors, I thought. Literally the worst flavors!

“Of course I do! As tall as you are, you are literally the most obvious person too, Lu. Also, I might have seen Quinn grab that same box once during one of your sleepovers. He told me to pretend I never saw anything, but I would NEVER forget that level of treason,” I joked.

“Well, it might not have the Spider-Man webbing on them, but you know I’m gonna shove it down my throat” he said right back, and I could just tell that the red wine was getting to him. Not only was he a much more affectionate drunk, but he also got a lot more loose with his curse words— slipping out casual f-bombs and “shits” when he wasn’t caught up in being proper all the time.

“That’s a very aggressive statement– you know what? Never mind,” I said, simply plucking out my own strawberry flavored pastry out of it’s sleeve. “You can believe anything you want, AS LONG as you don’t even come CLOSE to hating on my Brown Sugar Cinnamon ones, capiche?” I told him. Instead of answering me, however, he seemed to be rambling on to himself about the pastries he now held in his hands— wrappers long forgotten on the island behind him, and held a Mixed Berry Pop-Tart up to my face, cradling it in his hands as if it was something much more valuable than a literal toaster pastry.

“Three good sources of B Vitamins—” he started, still raving about the desert.

“Oh my fucking Lord,” I reponded, only rolling my eyes as I continued to stuff my own strawberry strudel into my mouth, and watched him practically swoon over it.

“Fuck you, these are still better! It’s like I’m in an early 2000’s Taco Bell again!” he said; but that wasn’t really what astounded me; instead, it was the way he bit into the Pop-Tart that had my mouth gaping open.

My boyfriend, the love of my life and man that I was hoping to marry one day, had turned the Pop-Tart on its side, and had taken consecutive bites around the edges of the patry’s crust. Instead of simply biting the Pop-Tart, he had instead opted to eat the entirety of the border, and then, when he must have noticed that I was looking at him, looked up and stuffed the rest of his mouth, sans the crust.

“Luke.” I said, point-blank. “Luke Warren Hughes.”

“Yesh?” he said, his words muffled by the literal pastry he had just stuffed into his mouth.

“What the hell did you just do?” I asked, only to get a laugh in return

[author's note: this has minimal editing because i hated rereading this and could not come to scrap it for the life of me lmao. like i'm sorry but what is this]

#luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes imagine #quinn hughes #jack hughes #nhl imagine #nj devils #new jersey devils #the hughes lake house lmao

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workingforitallthetime · 1 year

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#that's a lake in luca's sunglasses #if this is the hughes lake house i'm gonna scream #chicago steel shorts and team canada hat says my heart's in latvia

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jiminy-crickets · 5 months

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working on WIP: Lake House here's a "lil" excerpt as a treat

its quinn brady, "secret dating" (everyone.... EVERYONE KNOWS) and its gonna be a bunch of scenes from a few different summers at the lake house <3

(i need social pressure to finish any WIP, so by looking and liking this post you are genuinely helping me finish it) [also I need SOMETHING to work on that i feel like i can actually finish while I slowly chip away at WIP: Obsessed)

“Ew,” Jack mumbled. “What?” Matthew turned back towards Jack and followed his eyes towards the house, where illuminated from behind the sliding glass doors like shadow puppets were Quinn and Brady, making out like horny teenagers. “Eaugh ew, jesus fuck” “They’re getting bold early, it's barely July.” Jack is right, usually it's well into August before they get this loose with guarding their affections from prying (and unwilling) eyes. “God how long do you think they will keep up the act?” Brady and Quinn have been together since their time at the development program, and now they’re 24. Eight years they’ve been together, seven years their siblings have known, six years since the rest of the Hugheses knew, five since the Tkachuks found out, four since they spent a year moaning to anyone who would listen about how much they missed their ‘best friend’, three since they threw themselves into work both trying and failing to make it into playoffs for the north division, two since they both fretted over Quinn possibly being chosen in seattle's expansion draft, one since they bemoaned over how it was supposed to be their year, and instead wallowed away in Quinn’s apartment watching the playoffs in self pity (and support of Jack and Luke), and exactly zero years (and one month) since brady watched from a box high up in Rogers Arena and watched Quinn as he hoisted the Cup. [why yes i AM manifesting a canucks win via fanfiction 💅 and what about it??] “If no one calls them on it?... well into their 30s at least” Jack says, tearing his eyes away from the slightly horrifying scene playing out in front of him. “And if someone did call them on it?” They wouldn't, Jack, Luke, Matthew that is. The three of them had made that decision seven years ago, partially out of respect, but mostly out of fear, fear for the nasty ways that the world could crush their brothers spirits once it was out in the open, and also, it seemed easier for them to simply ignore it back when they were both at different colleges, playing in different leagues, then drafted to teams across the country from one another, but as time went on, it became harder and harder to ignore as Quinn slid effortlessly into Tkachuk Family trips, and Brady got an invite to Passover two years in a row. It became impossible to ignore once Quinn and Jack bought the lake house, when guest bedroom with the best view of the lake slowly became populated with more and more of Brady's things, even when the bedsheets rarely seemed slept in. “I genuinely don't think they would know how to cope being ‘out” Jack responds truthfully, all of Quinn and Brady's adult lives and the tail end of their teenage years have been spent in a 'secret' relationship, all of their routines, and behaviour are based around secrecy, a secrecy that has failed spectacularly. "they'd probably like, die of embarrassment." “Yeah that tracks”

#quinn hughes #brady tkachuk #hrpf #hockey rpf #WIP: Lake House #my writing

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stromer · 2 years

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#this is my truth #quinn i am Not Normal about you. nor should i have ever watched this 18:08 long video of you speaking YOUR truth #this is like my favorite interview of him. lots of quinn.#when he just casually brings up being a millionaire. like okay fuck off #the hughes brother lake house. losing the golf comp to Jack after being king.#his lonely covid era.#“we’re really excited about the team this year.” oh brother. wait til you get a load of what this year brought #his insanity about hockey and being a leader…...#quinn hughes

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hockeygirl101 · 1 year

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Okay SO I’m writing a little something kinda based of the summer I turn pretty for Jack and Quinn with a little bit of Trevor in there. Lmk if you guys want to see it :)

#jack hughes #luke hughes #nj devils #quinn hughes x reader #trevor zegras #lake house #hughes brothers #summer i turned pretty

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marypickfords · 2 years

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The House Across the Lake (Ken Hughes, 1954)

#basically #the house across the lake #ken hughes #caps #subtitles

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linskywords · 3 months

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Ik in where you lead jack told trevor how he was a sub (and trevor did not handle it well to say the least but anyways)

How do you think trevor would handle jack/nico esp now as he is starting to go full fledged head in the sand about his submissiveness?

What a good question!! I wonder if it will be answered in the story anytime soon. 😏

#ah the lake house scenes my beloveds #where you lead #hockey rpf #trevor zegras #jack hughes

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hearts4hughes · 1 year

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surprise! | jack hughes

lake house summers au

a/n: this is how the reader and jack announced their relationship to the world!

tags: @sweetestdesire @hughesluv @huggybearhughesy @spideyy @michaelrikas

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jackhughes like the view 😁

yourusername you’re so cheesy

jackhughes only for you

trevorzegras i’m going to puke…

colecaufield that’s a lot of photos of jack🤨 i’m only in there once😒

yourusername sorry collie! i’ll put you in there more next time :)

_quinnhughes can you both just date already??

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jackhughes nope

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yourusername i made it on your insta (finally) and i feel famous🤩

jackhughes my star 📸🎤

trevorzegras you’re in every single insta post…

yourusername stop being a hater, trev!!

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fan75 no it’s @/yourusername

fan8643 it’s his best friend

_quinnhughes where’s my photo?

jackhughes you aren’t special enough to get a photo🤷‍♂️

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#lake house summers au #hearts4hughes #new jersey devils #jack hughes au #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes fic #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #insta edit #nora's writings 💐

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lee-annwrites1 · 2 months

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for me?, part one

quinn hughes x oc

notes-

small intro, i plan to dabble in this since my last one was too confusing and time consuming.

warnings-

nothing yet…

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Vivienne, June 22nd, 2018

My heart raced as I caught sight of the old house on the lake. I haven’t been in years, yet the excitement I’d always gotten as a child only grows. The scent of pine and the sound of distant birds seem to piece together the fragments of my childhood I thought I’d forgotten.

Stepping out of the car, I hear the distant shouting and laughter of my childhood friends. I wonder whether the a reunion between us will be as effortless as it once had, or will time make its own complicated story.

The floorboards creek as I step inside, the stale smell of untouched wood fills my nose making me sneeze. “Vivienne!” Mom calls from outside, and I peer my head out the front door.

“Yes?” I question, catching sight of her kneeling in front of the small and clearly dead flower boxes placed on both sides of the steps.

“Be a dear a grab me some water for these?” She asks, and I nod my head. Water likely won’t help its decaying state, but I’ll let her try.

The glass’s are dusty, and the sink spurts when I turn it on. A clear sign no one’s been here for a while.

I step back outside, feeling the heat of the once hidden sun that now shines brightly in the mid day sky.

“Thank you Vivy.” She smiles gratefully at me, and I return it. I retreat back to the house, immediately searching for my room.

Down the hallway and a left turn, a room with tall and wide windows stays. I drop my bags beside the double bed, and walk to the windows. The house stands atop a slight hill from the water, where narrow wooden stairs cascade down toward the dock. Trees scatter along the walk, and a large deck can be seen from the corner of my window to the left outside the kitchen.

I smile, remembering all the nights I’d spend with my friends from back home in Pittsburg, counting stars from the window. We lied about how many shooting ones we’d see, just to impress each other. The thought makes me giggle.

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Mom and I spend the next few hours dusting and sweeping the collected dust, before deciding it’s time for a much needed break.

She sits on the deck, while I make sparkling lemonade for the both of us. I bring the two glasses outside and set one on the table next to her. She thanks me quietly and I take a seat beside her.

“Is it just how you remeber?” She asks, referencing the now pink sky that fades over the lake.

“Better I think.” I mutter, still impressed by the view. Pittsburg could never compete with this.

She laughs, then takes a sip of lemonade. I hear a knock on the front door. “I’ll get it.” I say, patting her gently on the shoulder as I make my way inside.

I try to make out the face on the other side of the frosted window, but fail. I twist the knob, opening the door.

“Hi.” I smile out, unsure of what to say. Jack smiles with a flash of teeth, holding his hands together politely.

He speaks up, “My mom sent me here to ask if you wanted to join us for dinner tonight?” His confidence only grew since last we’d seen each other. Which comes as no surprise to me.

I laugh, not at the offer, but at the awkwardness. I clear my throat, “Sounds great Jacky, we’ll be there.”

He nods and turns away, skipping down the front porch steps. I hold the door and watch him walk toward the path in the trees we created all those years ago.

I shut it and return to the deck. “Who was it?” Mom questions, glancing at me.

“Jack,” I reply quickly, taking a seat. “He invited us for dinner at theirs tonight.”

She giggles, “Ellen sent him?”

“It was obvious.” I giggle back.

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I dress in slightly more formal clothes, a nice baby pink top and denim shorts, incase we sit outside. Though it’s cooler by time we make the walk over.

The Hughes always eat dinner around 6:30 from what I remember. I always thought it was weird since my family was a 5:30 kinda family.

Mom and I don’t talk on the way, and we don’t have to. Mom carries a bottle of white wine, a favourite of Ellen’s.

The dark brown house comes into my view, making me smile. I think of all the times we spent playing in the front yard, playing tackle football or any competitive sport we could think of.

Mom knocks on the front door three times, and a rush of commotion is heard through the door.

Ellen opens it in a heartbeat. “My girls!” She smiles sweetly, wrapping my mother then me into a hug.

“How have you been?” Mom asks, following Ellen inside. I look around the room, tuning out their conversation. The living room stays the same on my left, stairs on my right. The kitchen is at the end of the open room, with a deck like mine over looking their own dock.

Ellen turns to me, “Your so beautiful dear, just like your mother.” She compliments, making my mom laugh.

“Thank you.” I smile.

“I know it’s been a while, but the boys are downstairs if you’d like to say hi.” She suggests and I nod in response.

I lead myself to the stairs, walking down as quiet as possible. I turn the corner, where three boys stand around a pool table facing their backs to me.

They discuss a next play, with the tallest pointing at the 8 ball toward the end of the table. Unsure of what to do, I watch from the bottom of the stairs. I hope someone will notice me so I won’t have to introduce myself again.

“What are you on?! Go left pocket and hit off the side.” I recognize Jacks voice from earlier, I watch his hands talk with him.

“Too risky.” A slightly deeper voice says, who stands in the middle.

“No risk no reward, just do it Quinn.”

Quinn.

“Viv?”

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Part two

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