#i’m hugh bliss

[hi-hugh-bliss]

Hi I’m Hugh Bliss!

Sorry for the inactivity, I was stuck in a jar! …..

Anyway!!

[hi-hugh-bliss]

What the FUCK I fucking LIVE THERE.

If you want war, ILL GIVE YOU A WAR!!! (Glass shattering)

HUGH BLISS DOX POST

I reeeeally didn't want to have to do this but for my safety and the safety of my fellow Lornes I need to post this. No one make any rash decisions, but I have Hugh Bliss' home address. I'll put it below the cut for anyone who wants it.

You mess with the Lornes, you get the Enemy for Life

[theemporium]

Please may we be treated to a dirty flirtini with Quinn Hughes, number 7 please xx

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

7. "Don't bite your lip, I want to do that."

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When Conor called you to tell you Quinn was drunk and begging to see you, you thought he was exaggerating.

When you showed up to the bar they were at, finding the oldest Hughes boy giggling and snickering away at seemingly nothing, you realised that he was telling the truth.

“How much did he drink?” You asked, stuck between concern and amusement as the boy slumped his weight onto a begrudging Conor. 

“Uh, I lost count after the fourth round of shots,” Conor murmured with a sheepish grin before he nudged his captain, watching as the boy’s glazed eyes glanced around before settling on you. 

“There you are!” Quinn exclaimed happily before shoving Conor away, arms wide open to grab you into a hug which you accepted. 

“Hey, Huggy,” you chuckled as you glanced at the other boy over his shoulder, nodding to tell him you had it from here. “Have a good night?” 

“Mhm, woulda been better if you were there though,” he murmured as he settled his head on your shoulder with a blissful sigh. “Missed you.” 

“Maybe next time,” you replied before patting his back, letting out a small groan as he leaned his weight further onto you. “C’mon, let’s get to the car and get you home.” 

His head snapped up, a pout on his lips. “Your house?” 

“Sure, I’ll take you back to mine,” you said with a soft smile, thankful the drunk boy seemed happy to comply after that as you two walked back towards your car down the street. 

Despite how drunk he was, Quinn was fairly easy to deal with on the drive back to your apartment. He was surprisingly talkative, rambling away about different stories from the night that didn’t make much sense to you but you were happy to just nod and smile along.

But things changed once you made it inside your apartment. 

“I wanna stay with you,” Quinn murmured as you guided him towards the kitchen, grabbing him a glass of water and prompting him to drink it. 

“We’re at my place, Quinn, you are staying with me,” you assured him.

“No like,” Quinn sighed as he turned to look at you. “Fuck, you’re so pretty.” 

You felt your face heating up. “I think you’ve drank a lot tonight, you’re not starting to make sense.”

“I know exactly what I’m saying,” Quinn retorted, a furrow between his brows. “You’re so pretty, it makes my heart go boom-da-boom really fast.” 

“We should get you to bed,” you muttered, letting out a shaky breath as you started to guide him towards your spare room but he was tugging you back. 

“Stay with me?” Quinn asked in a soft voice, his glazed eyes watching you closely. 

“Quinn, I—” you whispered, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you tried to find the words to continue. 

“Don’t bite your lip,” he murmured, a little raspy as he raised his other hand to gently swipe his thumb across your lip until it was free. “I want to do that.” 

“You’re really drunk,” you breathed out.

“Not drunk enough to change the fact I’ve wanted to kiss you for ages,” he shot back, so sure and sincere with his words that you wouldn’t have guessed he had been drinking if it weren’t for the smell of vodka in his breath. 

“Maybe when you’re sober,” you said to him.

He raised his brows. “Will you kiss me back?” 

Your lips twitched. “Guess you’ll have to find that out, Hughes. Now. c’mon, bed. You’re gonna have a killer headache in the morning.” 

Quinn’s face broke out into a smile. “Guess you’ll have to kiss me better.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes and trying to ignore the excitement bubbling inside you for what the morning will hold.

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[missqhughes]

DANCING WITH THE DEVIL | J. HUGHES86

-> jack hughes x fem!reader

-> contains: smut with plot, rough sex, semi public sex, other sexual themes, use of y/n, lowercase intended

-> IN WHICH: jack invites y/n to a night out with his teammates, and can’t control the jealousy that boils in him watching the other players enjoy your company. the only thing that can reassure to him you’re really his, resides in the bathroom of the bar.

-> request :) quick one, but i had fun writing it, yall remind me to do more for jack! just imagine he looks like the photo in this fic, lookin so SEXYY. please love it as much as i do!

*fic is not proofread

18+ CONTENT BELOW THE CUT

jack was usually a casual drinker.

tonight being different; slamming down beers like a madman watching y/n talking, laughing, joking with his teammates.

sure, his arm was snaked around her waist and her body was hooked to his, but that didn’t change the fact that he didn’t appreciate how all of them suddenly turned into comedians now that he had brought her out.

“hey y/n, down to take another shot?” dawson waved her over to the other side of the bar, and she innocently agreed.

“i’ll be right back jack, okay?” she kissed him on the cheek, leaving a light pink lip mark left on his face.

“okay, but come back here when you’re finished,” he said, eyes following her all the way to dawson and jesper. he knew that she had no ill intent, that she was just trying to get along with his friends. but something about watching her skip around in a short dress around them set it off inside him.

he, yet again, ordered another beer, the cool liquid failing to cure the fire starting in his body.

jack decided he actually didn’t want her hanging out with them alone, so he walked over to where they were, reclaiming his position around her waist.

“hi babe,” she said, holding her small hand on top of his, “everything okay?”

“just fine. what are you guys laughing about?”

“dude, she is just so funny, you got a good one hughes, maybe you should crack a joke from time to time like her,” jesper joked, dawson nodding his head in agreement whilst sipping his own drink.

jack’s jaw tightened with anger, but not wanting it to get the best of him, he just stormed off in pursuit of the restroom.

the group left behind looked confused in jack’s departure, leveling in an awkward silence.

“i’m gonna… im gonna go see if he’s okay,” she sat up off the stool, smoothing down her dress, following in jacks footsteps.

knocking on the door of the single bathroom, she gently spoke “baby? is everything alright?” she heard nothing for a second, thinking he was just feeling sick. as she spun on her heel to go back to the bar, she shrieked when a hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the bathroom.

“no, not everything is alright.” he said bluntly, backing her into the cold tile wall.

“well what’s wrong? you just like, stormed away from everyone with no explanation.” she rubbed his arms soothingly, trying to understand what was making her boyfriend so worked up.

“the guys. they’re fucking all over you and it’s pissing me off,” jack huffed, leaning his forehead press against hers.

“jack, you know i love you, and you know your teammates would never hit on me. they were just being nice,”

for whatever reason, y/n being so innocent about the whole situation was turning him on more than the short tight dress she had on, or the intoxicating smell lingering on her skin.

“you don’t get it… i know how guys are..” his head moved down to deliver sloppy kisses to her neck, “you’re all mine, no one else can have you,”

y/n’s breath hitched, hot and bothered from the alcohol and jack sucking on her neck,

“mm, of course i am, all yours,” her voice trailed off into bliss, jacks hands roughly grabbing her wrists and pinning them against her head. his wet lips went to claim hers, kissing her with everything in him.

it all happened so fast; jack moved her body with ease, bending y/n’s body over the sink, hand moving under her dress to rub her clothed clit.

she muffled her moan with her hand, jack’s eyes dark in the reflection staring back at her,

“please jack,”

“please what, baby?”

“more, mm fuck,” she threw her head back, feeling her pussy dripping onto his fingers as his movements on her clit slowed.

“you asked for it,” he husked, moving her panties to the side, slipping down his pants exposing his dick, aching for attention.

he aligned himself with her entrance, and she hissed when he started slamming into her with no time to adjust to his length.

“my fucking slut, letting me fuck you in the bathroom like this,” jack mumbled, his shirt tucked into his teeth, abs flexing with every thrust into her.

the pain turned in to pleasure, and the moans escaping y/n’s mouth, the tears running down her cheeks, and her chest bouncing made him go crazier and crazier.

jack grabbed a fistful of y/n’s hair, she gasped as he pulled her head back to kiss her roughly, biting her hard enough to almost draw blood.

his thrusts became sloppier, coming close to his high, and she was right there with him. a few more pumps and he came inside her, her walls covered with his release, y/n’s own juices coating his dick.

the couple panted, jack groaning as he pulled himself out of her, adjusting y/n’s clothing before fixing himself back into his pants.

y/n could barely stand, completely fucked out. jack held her up against his chest, placing a kiss lightly to her shoulder.

“may wanna fix your makeup before you go back out, pretty girl,” he laughed, his own appearance a giveaway; the hair under his hat was ever so slightly damp from sweat, and his cheeks a flush of red.

she rolled her eyes, examining herself in the mirror and blotting away any of the streaky makeup on her face. they walked out hand in hand, and sat down next to his friends.

“hey- woah, what the hell happened to you two in there?”

“have some fun in the bathroom eh? why they took so long,”

y/n’s face burned with embarrassment, turning to bury herself into his chest, and he only only laughed in response, proud that they knew what the two of them had done.

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© missqhughes

xoxo, kaia

[hi-hugh-bliss]

Hi! I’m Hugh Bliss!

im uncoming out. turning homphobic. i hate queers now

[orphicdreamers-wp]

Something In The Orange — Luke Hughes

Summary: In which while cleaning out his bedroom at the lake house, Luke convinces himself that your relationship isn’t over.

Content Warning; Angst with a happy ending, Luke kinda being a dick in flashbacks, mentions of a breakup, sad luke & reader, flashbacks in pink, Quinn & Jack plotting.

Pairing; Luke Hughes & Reader

Coming back to the lake house had been hard for Luke. Especially coming back without you by his side. You two had been together since freshman year of high school. The first summer that Quinn and Jack had the lake house was the first time you went with Luke. You two spent that summer in bliss, which led to you practically living there with them during the summers. Quinn had set ground rules that you were the only girl allowed to spend the night at the lake house.

But you and Luke had broken up in February, on Valentine’s Day as your luck would have it. You had been stressed with your clinical exam for your pharmacy tech program and had expected that night to be a time to relax. You and Luke had never done anything extreme for Valentine’s Day. You usually ordered take out and watched a cheesy romance movie. You entered your shared apartment and began to remove your shoes and socks and made your way to the bathroom and began to peel your scrubs off and tossed them on the floor.

You let the hot water rake over your body and wash the stress off of your shoulders. You stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around your body as you made your way into the bedroom. You dried off and pulled one of Luke’s UMich hoodies over your head, slipped into a pair of sweatpants and fuzzy socks before climbing into the bed and opening your laptop and turned on the most recent episode of Gilmore Girls as you reached on the beside table for your glasses. You had nearly fallen asleep when the living room door slammed.

You jolted upwards as your boyfriend entered the bedroom. He was dressed in a freshly pressed suit with his curls framing his face perfectly, “Hi baby, you look nice.” Luke scoffed as he undid his tie, “I looked nice an hour ago when our reservations were. Why are you home? You were supposed to meet me there, I left you a voicemail.” You frowned as you reached for your phone, checking it and finding no voicemails or texts from him, “I don’t have any message from you Luke, I didn’t know.” Luke scoffed, “Bullshit. You could have sent me a simple text saying you weren’t feeling dinner.”

You rolled your eyes, “I wouldn’t have said that, I didn’t get your message. Don’t turn me into some evil person because your upset!” Luke ran a hand through his hair, “I’m not doing this with you. I can’t, you’ve been somewhere else all year since school started. I can’t be with someone who doesn’t prioritize me.” You felt your throat tighten, “So what? Your breaking up with me because of a miscommunication? That’s what I get from you after 5 and a half years? Seriously Luke?” Luke shook his head, “I just can’t be another one of your things Y/N. I can’t.” You sniffled as you stood up and reached for a duffel bag in the closet and began cramming clothes into the bag along with your school stuff. You shook your head as you walked into the living room and put your shoes on. You walked out of the apartment without another word

Luke sighed as he entered his bedroom at the lake house. He hadn’t been back since the previous summer, so he knew your touch would be lingering over him. He was proven correct as he entered the room. On the dresser beside the door he was met with a small star shaped ceramic dish with a few rings and a necklace inside. A travel size bottle of perfume sat beside it and a soft pink lip liner nearby. As he furthered into the room he was met with more of your stuff. A swimsuit hung on the desk chair in his room. A Polaroid photo of you and Luke at some carnival the summer earlier was taped to the wall. Luke found a small box and began to put your items in the box.

You sighed as you discharged a needle into the biohazard box. You and your friend, Beth had volunteered to run the health clinic at UMich during the summer. You needed the cash and you had no summer plans since your breakup. The past 3 and a half months had been lonely for you. You found yourself wanting to call Luke nearly every day. Whether you were drunk at a bar and thought of something funny, or you had a good day at work and wanted to tell him, or you were rewatching Gilmore Girls and Luke and Lorelai had their first kiss and it made you think of him. But you held your pride.

You furrowed an eyebrow as your phone vibrated, you felt a sense of panic consume you when you saw the caller was Quinn. You excused yourself from the area you sat at and pressed the phone to your ear, “Quinn, what’s up?” Normally Quinn would have felt bad about lying to you, but he was tired of his baby brother moping around the house. He bit his lip, “It’s Luke, he’s hurt. Can you come?” You felt the blood rush from your face, “Yeah, I’m on my way. I’ll meet you at the house.” You turned to Beth, “I gotta go, bye. I’ll text you later.” You grabbed your bag and got in your card and drove to the lake house.

You slammed the car door and hurried inside, using your key to unlock the door. The house was eerily quiet, “Quinn? Jack?” Your heart was beating into your throat and ears when you saw him. Luke emerged from his bedroom shirtless rubbing his face in his hands, “Y/N? What are you doing here?” You felt like you couldn’t breathe, “Quinn called me. He said you were hurt.” You and Luke let out simultaneous sighs. Luke nodded, “I’m fine. You shouldn’t have come.” You shook your head in agreement, “Yep. I’ll let myself out. Oh here.” You peeled your key to the lake house off the key ring and handed it to him, “I don’t need it anymore.”

Luke hummed as he held up a finger, “I actually have something for you too.” He returned to his room for a brief second and returned carrying a box, “Figured you’d want this back.” You nodded as you blinked harshly keeping tears at bay, “Thanks Lu. I should get going, don’t wanna leave Beth at the health center alone for too long.” You walked out of the house and got into your car and made your way down the street.

You got to the end of the street when your phone rang with a call from Quinn. You sighed as you set it to speaker phone, “So any other lies I should be expecting dumbass?” Jack scoffed lowly, “Stop the car Y/N.” You looked into your rear view mirror, “You two are seriously following me now?” Quinn spoke, “Pull the car over now.” You pulled onto the side of the road and got out, “What could you boneheads want from me? If the plan was for him to stomp all over my heart then goal achieved.”

Quinn scoffed, “He isn’t over you Y/N, I swear I heard him talking to Ethan or Rutger about you last night.” Jack nodded, “Yeah then he made me and Z get trashed with him and he ended up crying about you.” You shook your head, “This isn’t fair to me. Not when I’m finally picking the pieces of my life up. Especially not after he insinuated that I chose everything over him. I can’t do that again.”

Jack shook his head, “He’s changed and he didn’t mean it. Just go back and talk to him. Tell him all that you just told us.” You shook your head as tears spilled down your cheeks, “What if he doesn’t want me?” Jack pulled you into a brotherly embrace, “Then he’s an idiot. But I know he isn’t. Go.” You wiped your face as you got back into your car and returned to the lake house. Quinn and Jack watched from the street as you stood on the porch.

You pounded on the door and felt a small breath of air as Luke opened the door. You felt your voice waver, “I am mad as hell at you. You are the most infuriating person I have ever met. I have never met someone so annoyingly perfect. You Luke Hughes, I have never ever loved someone as much as I love you. I don’t care about any of that stuff anymore. I just want to be with you.” Luke’s eyes softened, “You are the most infuriatingly stubborn person I’ve ever met. I’ve known from the first day I met you that you were the most special person in the world. I don’t want to be anywhere with anyone without you.”

You pulled him into a soft passionate kiss, your hands threading through his hair. A soft groan left Luke’s lips and hit yours. You pulled away as you breathed heavily. Luke looked down at you with lidded eyes fluttering, “I knew you’d come back to me.” You kissed him, “Shut up and kiss me. We have a lot of time to make up for.” Luke grinned as he pulled you in the door, “Thank god for my brothers.” You grinned, “Thank god for your brothers.”

[ifimdreaming]

Sick

Luke Hughes x Reader // Blurb

a/n: I’m sick rn so I wrote this about luke taking care of a sick reader and cuddling together.

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It’s hard to describe the feeling of bliss that covers you as his hand is gently rubbing your back. Reassurance that he’s not going anywhere is evident in every soft stroke against your skin.

You weren’t used to someone caring so much. You weren’t used to anyone devoting their time to you or caring to help you feel so loved and protected.

You needed that. You needed him by your side. You had spent all morning trying to find the strength to get over your illness but you were useless on your own.

You finally decided to call him from the floor of your bathroom and urge him to come over which he was more than willing to do.

And you felt so guilty but you knew you needed him.

Lukes eyes stay fixed on you as you lay beside each other in your bed, although your eyes are closed as you lay with a towel across your forehead, barely dressed and fighting the worst flu you’ve ever experienced.

But that didn’t stop your boyfriend from sticking as close by your side as humanly possible. Including holding your hair while you were throwing up and peeling your body off of the bathroom floor. helping you take a shower and then ultimately getting you in bed with medication, food, and water in your system. Making sure you were all taken care of.

Your head was still so dizzy you could hardly focus on anything besides for how badly you felt in this moment. Lukes soothing voice occasionally checking in on your condition keeping you as sane as you possibly could be

“Has the medicine started kicking in yet?” He asks in a whisper as he adjusts himself beside you, reaching for the blanket to cover your shivering body. He brings his hand up to your face to move your hair away from your eyes, unaware if you are even still awake to acknowledge his question.

“Mhm” you hum reluctantly, not really sure if what you’re saying is true considering you’re still fevered but feeling the effects of the night time cold medicine making you extremely drowsy.

“Good baby. Why don’t you go to sleep now.” luke says to you again reassuringly making sure you know you don’t have to fight yourself to stay awake.

You knew he’d stay. You knew he’d take of you. But you needed to be sure.

“Please say you’ll stay” you say to him, your muffled voice barely audible, not feeling strong enough to open your mouth very much to speak clearer.

“Of course I’ll stay. I’m not going anywhere baby. Go to sleep” he says with a sweet tone that fills you with comfort as he moves himself impossibly closer to you.

He reaches his hand to stroke your face and places gentle kisses on your cheeks and down your neck, causing you to let out a soft giggle.

You open your eyes to see his furrowed brows and concerned eyes let up as he sees you smiling back at him. You lean up to place a kiss on his lips. You couldn’t help it.

Luke returns the favour and passionately kisses you back, his hand shooting up to stroke your hair as he pulls you into him.

You pull away gently, “thank you” you say with a small smile, “for taking care of me” you add.

“I love you.” He says and follows your lead as you pull the covers over both of your bodies, getting more comfortable in bed.

You turn your body so your back is flesh against his bare chest, scooting your butt into him and letting him spoon you with his arm draped around you, holding you close to him.

Luke leans his face into your neck and kisses you again softly

“I’m right here baby. Always” he whispers to your ear knowing how much it really means to you to hear that.

Just his presence alone is enough to make you feel so much more cared for than you ever could’ve imagined.

As you lay in silence together you can feel his heartbeat against your back and the subtle rhythmic thump is enough to finally ease you into a peaceful sleep.

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[peachhcs]

new and old faces

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

samy meets a new friend at the 2024 nhl draft and picks up some old ones along the way

2.5k words

i also rewrote this 3 different times so hopefully it’s good. here’s the fic of samy meeting beckett and macklin & becoming besties & also some jealous will while they’re broken up still at the draft! i’m excited to make them closer because i think they’d get along really well :) (also sorry i post at such awk times)

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samy squeezed herself past a group of people lingering by the main entrance and stumbled right through the front doors onto the busy sidewalks of las vegas. she breathed out, taking a moment to get over everyone packed into the sphere right now, but her bliss didn't last long when she realized there were people pushed against the barricades trying to get glimpses of what was going on inside by watching the screen light up as different draftees were announced.

"hey! is that samy hughes?" someone called her name causing everyone else to look in her direction. when the fans recognized her face they started going crazy for a picture or an autograph.

usually, the girl wouldn't mind, but right now she just needed a second alone, so she muttered out an apology before racing off to a place much quieter than this. she made it around the back where it was a lot less crowded and fans weren't standing on the sidewalk. another sigh of relief escaped samy's lips and for a moment she wondered why she thought she could manage this by herself.

technically, she wasn't going to be by herself. her and will talked about going to this year's draft together many, many months ago and of course the thought of breaking up didn't cross their minds when they bought the tickets. somewhere in there was will and they were supposed to sit together, but samy managed to pull some strings so she wouldn't have to and she hasn't seen him all night. not yet anyways.

she quickly tried pushing any thoughts of will away because he didn't matter and samy could do this by herself. she just needed a second to breathe away from all the people in there.

when she thought she was okay to head back in someone on one of the lower steps caught her attention. she thought it was a fan or something, but she saw the badge laying beside them and how they wore a freshly pressed anaheim ducks jersey meaning they definitely weren't a fan. actually, they looked nothing like a fan and samy quickly recognized them as one of the newest draftees: beckett sennecke.

the brunette stood dumbfounded for a moment. did she approach him or just leave him be? but then again, she worried why he was out here by himself, so samy decided to carefully walk up behind him.

"you okay?" she spoke up making him whip around in surprise.

he met her gaze, "oh, shit. yeah. sorry. i'm fine," he stumbled over his words realizing samy hughes stood feet away from him.

"are you sure?" samy raised her eyebrow, not really believing him.

"yeah. i just..i needed a second," beckett answered, but it didn't sound too convincing.

"yeah, you and me both. mind if i sit?"

the younger brunette nodded, moving over so there was more room on the step and samy sat down. another small sigh escaped her lips while the two sat in silence for a few moments. both of them seemed unsure of what to say because samy didn't want to prod if he didn't want to talk about it while beckett was just shocked samy hughes was sitting this close to him.

"my first year i was at the draft for quinn i was super overwhelmed. i think i was about..12 or something and i'd never seen so many people in one place before, so i get that all of this can be overwhelming at times," the girl started talking just because she couldn't sit in silence anymore.

"wow, that's young," beckett mumbled in almost disbelief that samy was that much younger than quinn.

the hughes laughed, "yeah, i know. then i did it two more times, but at least for luke we were in the comfort of our own home."

"i don't know, i don't think it's hit me yet that i'm now like..a member of the nhl and i went 3rd overall," the boy smiled a bit.

"you definitely looked shocked up on the screen. congratulations by the way. i think the anaheim ducks picked a good one," she met his gaze, beckett's face instantly flushing at the compliment.

"thanks, that means a lot coming from you. i didn't even think you knew who i was," he admitted shyly while samy chuckled again, her gaze falling back on the busy streets of las vegas in front of them.

"oh come on, you're a pretty big deal in the ohl. i've seen some of your highlights online," her words made beckett's red cheeks even worse because how could someone like her even know about someone like him who was just a hockey player from toronto.

"jeez, thanks. i guess you're a pretty big deal too," beckett managed making samy shake her head.

"i mean, not really. not as big as my brothers."

"well either way, i think you are. i think a lot of people think you are."

his words were endearing because samy didn't hear them a whole lot. she really didn't think people paid that much attention to her, but it was cute beckett thought so because then at least one person saw her as someone a part from her brothers who were definitely big deals.

"i guess i knew this would be a lot, but i didn't think it would be this much. all the press and sudden things i have to sign just kind of got to me and i needed a second. my mom's been calling me, but i've been ignoring her messages," beckett finally opened up more, his voice becoming small.

"hey, i get it. this is a lot and it's okay that you need to take a second. i would too if thousands of people are watching me walk down to a stage after just getting drafted. last year, i think will, ryan, and gabe took a second to themselves during the night because it was a lot," samy reassured the younger boy that he didn't need to explain himself. she's been doing this for four years now and she totally understood that these players weren't gonna have a happy face all the time throughout the night.

"i'm actually kind of glad you came out here because i think i would've started really overthinking if you didn't," beckett laughed a little while samy's expression softened out.

"i know it's corny to say this, but you're gonna be in good hands. if you know trevor zegras, he's close with jack, and i know he'll make sure to take care of you or i'll tell him too if he doesn't."

"wow, thanks. i'll keep an eye out for him then. say you recommended me," that made both of them laugh out loud.

"you don't have to answer this if you don't want to, but what made you not choose hockey because i know you were pretty good," beckett asked after they fell into a quick, comfortable silence.

"uh..i guess just that i started really falling in love with soccer as i kept playing. something just called out to me when my coach said she could see me going far, so i picked it up full time and stopped playing hockey competitively," samy shrugged a bit.

"well, you're super good at soccer. i've seen some of your highlights too," the two shared a smile.

one of the back doors bursted open, startling samy and beckett as they spun around, "found him! where have you been?" macklin came through the door with a few other boys on his tail, specifically teddy, cole, zeev, and will.

samy quickly adverted her gaze before she met will's. "oh, hey. sorry. needed some air. i ran into samy," beckett stood up.

"samy hughes? no way, we've been trying to find you since this started," teddy chuckled, quickly bringing the girl into a quick hug.

"hey, it's good to finally run into you guys," she smiled, going to hug cole and zeev as well.

will hung back, putting himself into conversation with macklin so samy didn't have to awkwardly hug them in front of everyone. "how've you been?" teddy wondered.

"i've been good. doing a bunch of camps and stuff, so i've had a fairly busy summer," samy focused her attention on the three boys so she wouldn't look over at will only feet away from her.

"we've just been finishing up ntdp before getting ready for college," cole explained for the three of them.

"i can't believe you guys are gonna be in college already. i remember you guys being babies with everyone else," the youngest hughes teasingly squeezed their cheeks making them push her hands away.

"alright, alright. it wasn't that long ago. you know macklin celebrini, right?" zeev nodded towards the other brunette standing with them.

she looked over at the boy who smiled with a shy wave, completely ignoring will standing right beside him where he was most definitely looking at her now, "yeah, i do. you played for canada in the world juniors, right?"

"yeah, that's me. it's good to officially meet you," the two of them exchanged a quick handshake.

they all started talking with one another, catching up with samy while will lingered in the back. his hands were stuffed deep into his pockets while he watched his friends talk up his ex either poking at her or joking around while they spoke. he tried not to, but his jaw clenched seeing them be so up close and friendly.

will swore that even though he loved them, they always flirted with samy last year whenever she came up to watch the games and the worse part was that she indulged in it every time. will knew samy wasn't that kind of person and she was just super friendly, but the guys knew what they were doing and they knew will liked her, yet they flirted with her right in front of him like right now.

and that really irritated the blonde.

what irritated will even more was how good samy looked. her skin was glowing underneath the harsh lights of the sphere and just everything about her made the hockey player weak at the knees. her hair, her dress, her makeup, everything. will's eyes couldn't leave hers no matter how hard he tried looking away and swallowing his urge to pull her away from all of them.

she wouldn't even look at him. as soon as he stumbled outside with the others, she avoided his gaze and sure, he deserved that, but it still hurt real bad.

zeev was probably the worst one as he grabbed samy's arm whenever she made a joke that made him laugh. he knew everything from will, yet here he was flirting with his ex as if he wanted her.

"will, get over here!" teddy exclaimed and now everyone's eyes were on the blonde. he shuffled his way towards their group between cole and zeev, but across from samy. her eyes were anywhere but him.

"we need to all hang out again. i miss this and being with you guys," cole smiled a bit sadly making the others frown.

"maybe i can see if you guys can come up for the lake house later on? i think that would be fun and i can get the other guys there too," samy piped up and all the guys quickly agreed with her.

"that would be awesome. personal invite to the hughes lake house? count me in," macklin said making everyone laugh.

"i'll ask my brothers, but i'm sure they'll say yes," the girl grinned.

that idea prompted them to start talking about what they'd do when they were there, but will felt like he was physically going to throw up hearing all this talk and thinking about these guys being close to samy in nothing but a t-shirt and her bathing suit. the blonde couldn't think about them eyeing her and he couldn't do anything about it because they weren't together anymore.

he grabbed at zeev's arm, pulling him away, "we should go back in."

"yeah, sure. guys, wanna head back in?" the darker-haired boy called to the others.

they all simultaneously agreed and followed each other back into the crowded arena, trying to stick close together so they wouldn't lose one another.

"you okay? you look angry," zeev wondered out of earshot from the others.

"fine," the blonde muttered because he wasn't gonna get into it about his ex girlfriend when she was right there.

"are you sure?"

"yeah, i'm fine. let's just go back to our seats," will almost snapped. zeev threw his hands up in defense.

"shit, what's gotten into you?" his words blew steam from will's ears as he spun around in the crowd. the two of them stopped while the others were still a ways behind.

"what's gotten into me? you're fucking flirting with my ex girlfriend like i'm not right there!" will let the anger and jealousy get the better of him.

zeev's face twisted, "what the hell are you on about? we weren't flirting with her."

"yes you were. i could see it with my own eyes," will argued back.

"why does it even matter anyway? she isn't your girlfriend anymore. she's your ex," zeev crossed his arms.

"that doesn't mean you can flirt with her! ever heard about bro code?"

"oh fuck off. you're not even dating her anymore and she doesn't even wanna talk to you. sorry she's our friend still, too," they were now arguing in the middle of the arena and people were starting to look.

"yeah, but you've been flirting with her since dev program! even when you knew i liked her!" will's yelling caught the attention of everyone else including samy and the guys behind them.

the other four slowed to a stop while will's face burned hot red in embarrassment. zeev didn't know what to say, eyeing the others behind them. "dude, come on. let's not do this here," the boy tried pulling will away before the others caught on.

"just leave me alone," will mumbled, storming off into the crowd.

samy met zeev's eyes, trying to read what just happened. the younger boy's face burned a little bit too as he avoided everyone else's gaze.

"we're gonna go back to our seats," he mumbled before disappearing as well.

"what happened?" teddy wondered since they were too far behind to hear what the argument was about.

samy had a small inkling, but she wasn't gonna say anything in front of them. even though they were broken up, she could still read will like the back of her hand and she knew jealousy when she saw it. it was clear on the blonde's demeanor, especially when his eyes never left her when they were outside talking.

"i don't know. where are you guys sitting?" samy changed the subject, hoping they'd just drop it too.

"i have more press to do, but we can all meet back at the hotel later?" macklin suggested and the others liked that idea.

"you get 'em tiger!" cole shook macklin's shoulders before the brunette disappeared into the crowd.

"we're sitting high up, you can sit with us if you want?" teddy suggested to samy and beckett.

the two nodded and quickly disappeared into the crowd while samy's scanned for will who couldn't be seen anymore because he disappeared into one of the bathrooms to calm himself down before he exploded on everyone.

[letstalkhockey]

𝐈𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Media girl, y/n, who worked for the devils. meeting Jack Hughes, was not on the bucket list.

so what happens when they start hooking up, and it’s forbidden to have any further relationship?

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: another angsty fic, (sorry!) swearing, mentions to smut - none is written!! That is all!

Another fic for you lovely’s💕 You guys gave my other one so much love so I wrote this quick fic I had in mind, let me know if you want part two. Xoxo

“We can’t keep doing this Jack, I can’t risk my job for a relationship-“ 

You found yourself in Jack Hughes bed more often than your own. The two of you bonded quickly, easily, which led to one thing or another, and for the past 2 and a half months, you’ve been hooking up with Jack or seeing Jack almost every other day. It was hard not too, since you worked for the devils media team, and he played for them. You didn’t think about how hard it would be to end something like this, having to see him everyday after, you were too caught up in the bliss of it all.

It was almost like the perfect relationship - except it wasn’t. Yes, you were able to spend almost everyday with Jack, you were on roadies with the team for media, you were at every game, every practice… except neither of you were anything exclusive, yet. It was the perfect situationship in Jacks eyes. But I’m yours, it was something that could potentially ruin everything for you. You had to sign a contract when coming too this job, one of the rules was that you were to have no explicit relationship with a co-worker or one of the team players. That rule was quickly broken when you met Jack Hughes, he was charming, handsome, sweet, a bit cocky, and really good in bed.

Now, you laid, cuddled up in a hotel bed somewhere in California, with no other than Jack Hughes. Both naked and clinging onto each other, trying to catch your breath from the recent activities that took place in the hotel room just less than 10 minutes ago. The devils had a roadie throughout the west coast this week, you were lucky enough to get to stay in a hotel for a couple of days before a game, and so were the devils players themselves.

It was late evening, not too late, but also not early. Giving you enough time to sneak back to your hotel room before it could get to a suspicious time at night to be up and walking around.

“But we’re not in a ‘relationship’,” Jack spoke, with a unsure tone, as if he was trying to convince himself of it.

“I know. But before we take anything further I think we both need to realize that it’s just gonna hurt more if we do end up going further, it’s best just to stop sooner than later-“

You looked at his face as you both laid on your sides, your bodies intertwined and both of your heads rested on soft pillows facing each other. 

You watched as Jack shut his eyes, refusing to say anything to you, you took your hand up to his forehead, brushing the damp curls from his forehead. Stopping your hand in his hair.

“Jack.”

“I like what we have,” he said softly, running his hand up and down your hip, “and I like you. Is that so wrong?” 

“No! Yes-“ you spoke quick, shaking your head, “I just can’t lose this job, Jack. Sneaking around wouldn’t be easy.”

“But we do just fine at sneaking around…” his eyes were big- sad, and glossy, looking at you like you were breaking his heart. Probably because you were.

“That’s different Jack!” You snap, his body tense and his grip of you losens, “I didn’t mean to yell at you. I-I’m just so- I don’t want to have to hide my relationship. I want fo be able to do things- This isn’t what I want,”

Jack sat up, letting go of you completely, you weren’t sure why, but you were sure that in that moment, that you could feel your heart breaking too. Because you do want Jack, but you can’t have him.

“Go.” Jack slid a hand down over his face, his eyes glossy and his voice almost breaking.

“What?”

“J-just get out-“ Jack couldn’t even look at you when he said it, looking down at his lap while tears threatened to spill out of his eyes. The thing with you and jack was that things were always easy, like a walk in the park. Only a few times you found yourself having to speak to him like this, almost never. It was an easy type of love, yet so difficult. You wanted nothing more than to fall asleep in his arms, his heartbroken form broke your heart. 

He was never good at communicating, especially his feelings.

“Jack your being ridiculous-“

“For fucks sake- Just leave, this isn’t what you want? Fine. Just don’t come crawling back to me when you realize that a stupid job isn't worth getting in the way of the person you're in love with.” 

Oh. Ouch.

It took you a minute to register what he said, when you did, you were quick to get out of the bed, the bed not even 20 minutes ago that you were making love to the boy who now most likely hated your guts.

You quickly found your clothes, gathering them in your arms, and throwing on your robe that you bring with you. You stopped by the door, tears rolling down your cheeks, turning towards jack, who sat in the same position, staring at the opposite side of the hotel room.

“I’m sorry Jack. I really wish you the best,” you wiped your cheeks, opening the door and stepping out. When you closed it, it felt like a part of your life - an era of your life ended. Right there and then.

Before you could continue to walk back to your hotel room, you turned, leaning up against his door and taking deep breaths, doing your best to hold back the sobs that had been waiting to come out.

“Y/n?” 

Oh Shit.

Let me know if a part two is something you guys would want to see!!!

[theetherealbloom]

That's So True

Summary: You write a song about Hugh Jackman because you made it out alive.

Or… But you know, what you know, and he’s just another dude, ooh, that’s so true.

Paring: Hugh Jackman x Singer F!Reader

Warnings: ANGST, Tiny Fluff, Kissing, Break-Up, Hurt, Homewrecking Allegations, Cheating Allegations (not towards the reader), Good For Her(you) trope, Mean!Hugh Jackman, Gossip, Media, Paparazzi, Crowds, Concerts, Confrontation, Drama, Arguments, Real People Fiction

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Sigh, I saw the news/picture today :,)) *BLASTS THAT’S SO TRUE ON REPEAT* I have ideas hehe. Again, this is all fictional so shhHhhHh I have no beef with Hugh or Sutton. I am indifferent or in denial whatever works LOL.

Side note: I’m dyslexic and English isn’t my first language! So I apologize in advance for the spelling and/or grammatical errors. As always, reblogs, comments, and likes are always appreciated. Thank you and happy reading!

Song: That’s So True - Live From Radio City Music Hall by Gracie Abrams

| Main Masterlist |

It was a crisp autumn afternoon when you first met Hugh, seated at a small café tucked into a bustling New York street. The air smelled of roasted coffee and faintly of rain. You were there with a mutual friend, but the moment Hugh walked in, the world seemed to tilt.  

He was magnetic in a way that defied logic. His laugh came easily, rich and unguarded, and his charm could’ve disarmed anyone. But you noticed something else—a subtle weight behind his words, the kind of heaviness only someone carrying unseen scars could have.  

“You’re easy to talk to,” he said, his smile soft but his eyes searching yours as if testing the waters of vulnerability.  

By the time the coffee cups were empty, you felt it—an unspoken connection that left you both lingering, unwilling to part.  

Hugh was married then, and you respected that. Over time, your connection deepened into a friendship built on quiet understanding. When his marriage began to crumble, he sought solace in you.  

Late-night calls became your norm, his voice weary on the other end of the line.  

“She says I’m too distant,” he confided one night, his words tinged with frustration. “Maybe she’s right. I don’t know how to be… enough.”  

“You’re more than enough,” you said softly, the sincerity in your voice catching him off guard.  

On a particularly stormy evening, he showed up at your door, soaked to the bone. You handed him a towel and a mug of tea.  

“My house is your house,” you said gently, watching as he lowered himself onto your couch like a man carrying the weight of the world. “You’re always safe here.”  

His gratitude was palpable. “I don’t deserve you,” he murmured, staring into his tea like it might hold the answers he sought.  

Months passed, and his life began to piece itself back together—or so it seemed. He was Hugh Jackman, after all, the man everyone adored. His career soared, but somewhere along the way, he began shutting people out. You included.  

Fewer texts. Missed dinners. Excuses that felt like thinly veiled walls being built brick by brick. You told yourself he was busy, that it was nothing personal. But deep down, you knew.  

One night, the wall between you crumbled.  

You were sprawled on his couch, an old rom-com playing on the TV. For a few blissful hours, it felt like the early days again. As the credits rolled, you turned to make a joke, but the words never left your lips.  

His gaze was on you, raw and unguarded. Slowly, he leaned in, his lips brushing yours. It was tentative at first, almost a question. When you didn’t pull away, it deepened, pulling you into the kind of kiss that stole time and left you breathless.  

The next morning, tangled in his sheets, reality weighed heavily on you. He wasn’t ready for this, and maybe you weren’t either. But love doesn’t ask for permission.  

The highs of being with him were intoxicating—quiet mornings, stolen kisses, the way he’d pull you close when the world felt too big. But the lows were suffocating.  

One night, as you sat across from him at his dining table, the weight of it all became too much.  

“I knew this was never supposed to be serious,” you began, your voice trembling. “That we’d end up going our own ways eventually. But I still fell in love with you. I just… I need to know—do you love me, too?” 

Hugh froze. His jaw tightened, and his gaze fell to his hands as if the answer might be written there.  

“Trust me,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “I would love you if I could. But I’m just… not ready. Not after everything that’s happened.”  

The words hit like a blow to the chest, sharp and unforgiving. A bitter laugh escaped your lips as tears blurred your vision.  

“I can’t love you into loving me,” you said, your voice breaking.  

He reached for you then, his eyes pleading. “Please, don’t go. Tell me how I can fix this.”  

You shook your head, stepping back. “You can’t.”  

His face crumpled, but you forced yourself to hold firm.  

“I don’t even know why I’m crying,” you said, half-sobbing, half-laughing as you wiped at your tears. “God, I wanted this so badly. I wanted you so badly.”  

“I’m sorry,” he choked out, his voice breaking. “I’m so sorry.”  

You stared at him for a moment longer, memorizing the way his face looked in the dim light of the dining room.  

“Goodbye, Hugh.”  

As you walked out the door, the ache in your chest felt unbearable, but for the first time, you chose yourself. And that had to be enough.  

LONG POND STUDIO, UPSTATE NEW YORK — DAY  

The studio sat nestled in the woods, the floor-to-ceiling windows letting in shards of winter sunlight that painted the room in pale gold. The air was crisp, almost still, save for the soft hum of a guitar and the faint scratching of a pen against paper.  

You sat cross-legged on the couch, a heavy knit sweater hanging loosely off one shoulder, and your journal balanced precariously on your knee. The fire crackled in the corner, but its warmth barely reached the icy knot in your chest.  

“All I ever did was consider you,” you muttered under your breath, the words raw and jagged, “’til all I could do was consider me.”  

Tears streaked your face, but you barely noticed. The pages of your journal blurred as you furiously scribbled down the line, your hand shaking as you wrote it again, harder this time, as if trying to etch it into your soul.  

Across the room, your best friend paused mid-chord, her eyes snapping to you. “Wait!” she exclaimed, setting the guitar aside and bounding over. “Say that again.”  

“What?” you asked, startled.  

“That line. That line,” she said, her voice brimming with urgency. “It’s raw. It’s real. Say it again!”  

You swallowed hard, meeting her gaze as you repeated, “All I ever did was consider you, ’til all I could do was consider me.”  

The words hung heavy in the air, vibrating with a truth that made your chest ache.  

Your best friend clapped her hands together, her grin wide despite the melancholy woven into your tone. “That’s it. That’s the hook.”  

You blinked at her. “You think so?”  

“I know so.” She grabbed a pen and scrawled the line across a blank sheet of paper, then added, “It’s like... it’s a battle cry. A moment of clarity. God, it’s perfect.”  

A shaky laugh escaped your lips. “It doesn’t feel perfect.”  

“Of course it doesn’t,” she said gently, resting a hand on your shoulder. “Because it’s still fresh. But this? This is how you take all of that and make it yours.”  

You nodded, though the ache in your chest didn’t lessen. “Okay. Let’s do it.”  

The two of you worked tirelessly, piecing together fragments of lyrics, melodies, and memories. Each word felt like a wound reopening, but also like a weight being lifted.  

“Think about that day in New York,” your best friend said at one point, strumming her guitar absentmindedly. “When you saw him again. What did you feel?”  

You closed your eyes, the image flooding back unbidden. The way his eyes had met yours across the room. The way your heart had stuttered, even though it shouldn’t have.  

“I felt... angry,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “Angry at him, angry at myself for still caring. And I felt... free, in a way. Like I could finally see it for what it was.”  

She nodded. “Then put that in.”  

You wrote furiously, the lyrics spilling out of you like a confession:  

"Said I was fine, said it from the coffin  

Remember how I died when you started walking?"  

Your best friend looked at the words and let out a low whistle. “Damn. That’s brutal.”  

You let out a bitter laugh. “So was he.”  

By the time the session ended, the notebook was filled with scribbled-out lines and circled verses. The final song was an anthem of heartbreak and resilience, a mirror of the journey you’d been on.  

“Do you feel better?” your best friend asked, leaning back against the couch as the last note faded into silence.  

You stared down at the pages, your chest rising and falling in deep, steady breaths. “No,” you admitted, your voice soft. “But I feel lighter. Like I can finally breathe again.”  

She smiled, reaching over to squeeze your hand. “That’s all that matters.”  

And for the first time in what felt like forever, you believed her.  

RADIO CITY MUSIC HALL, NEW YORK — NIGHT  

The air in the venue was electric, a crackling tension that felt alive. The sold-out crowd was on their feet, their collective energy buzzing through the walls of the iconic theater. You stepped onto the stage, your acoustic guitar slung over your shoulder like armor.  

The spotlight hit you, momentarily blinding, but grounding you in its heat. You adjusted the mic stand, fingers trembling slightly as you wrapped your hands around the neck of your guitar.  

“This next song…” you began, your voice clear but laced with raw emotion. You swallowed hard, your heart pounding loud enough to drown out the applause. “This next song means a whole lot to me. I wrote it with my best friend during a time when I was trying to piece myself back together.”  

The room fell silent, anticipation palpable. You took a deep breath and strummed the first chord, the sound slicing through the quiet like a blade. The band joined in, and the melody swelled, filling every corner of the venue.  

You leaned into the mic, your voice low and aching as you began to sing:  

"I could go and read your mind  

Think about your dumb face all the time  

Living in your glass house, I'm outside, uh  

Looking into big blue eyes..."  

The crowd’s voices rose with yours, singing the lyrics back to you. The familiarity of their energy pushed you forward, your voice growing stronger.  

"Did it just to hurt me, make me cry  

Smiling through it all, yeah, that's my life..."  

Each lyric was a slice of the pain you’d carried, now stripped bare for the world to witness. But you weren’t afraid. Not anymore.  

As the song built to its bridge, your eyes scanned the crowd, their faces blurring in the haze of lights and movement. And then, you saw him.  

Hugh.  

He was tucked away in the VIP section, half-hidden behind the shadow of a curtain. But you knew it was him—the way he carried himself, the way his gaze felt like a physical weight on your skin.  

Your breath hitched, your fingers faltering for the briefest second before muscle memory kicked in. Your voice didn’t waver as you locked eyes with him and sang the words you’d never been able to say out loud:  

"What'd she do to get you off? (Uh-huh)  

Taking down her hair like, oh my God  

Taking off your shirt, I did that once  

Or twice, uh..."  

The lyrics twisted like a dagger, your tone a perfect balance of bitter and defiant. His expression didn’t change, but you saw his jaw tighten.  

"No, I know, I know I'll fuck off (Uh-huh)  

But I think I like her, she's so fun  

Wait, I think I hate her, I'm not that evolved..."  

The crowd roared, their voices carrying the song forward as you poured everything into the bridge:  

"Made it out alive, but I think I lost it  

Said that I was fine, said it from the coffin  

Remember how I died when you started walking?  

That's my life, that's my life..."  

The spotlight shifted, casting you in stark relief against the darkness. Sweat slicked your brow, but you didn’t care. You leaned into the mic, your voice climbing to its crescendo:  

"I'll put up a fight, taking out my earrings  

Don't you know the vibe? Don't you know the feeling?  

You should spend the night, catch me on your ceiling  

That's your prize, that's your prize..."  

“Mm, bet you're thinking, "She's so cool"

Kicking back on your couch, making eyes from across the room

Wait, I think I've been there too, ooh

Ooh, you've got me thinking, "She's so cool"

But I know what I know and you're just another dude

Ooh, that's so true, ooh, ooh, oh”

The crowd exploded as the final notes reverberated through the theater, applause and cheers drowning out everything else. You took a step back, lowering your guitar as the adrenaline coursed through you.  

The lights dimmed, leaving only your silhouette illuminated in the glow of a single spotlight.  

Hugh was still watching, his eyes dark and unreadable, his hands clasped tightly in front of him. You held his gaze for a heartbeat longer, your chest heaving, before turning away.  

This was your moment. He was part of your story, but he didn’t own it anymore.  

You had made it out alive.  

BACKSTAGE — EVENING

The adrenaline from the stage was still coursing through your veins when your assistant appeared in the doorway, her expression uneasy.  

"There's someone here to see you," she said cautiously.  

You didn’t need her to say who. The knot in your stomach told you everything.  

“No,” you said quickly. “Tell him I’m busy. I don’t want to see him.”  

Your assistant hesitated but nodded, slipping back out. You exhaled sharply, trying to steady yourself, but you barely had a moment to breathe before the door opened again.  

And there he was.  

Hugh stood in the doorway, looking disheveled in a way you’d never seen before. His usually polished demeanor was gone—his hair slightly messy, his jacket wrinkled like he’d been pacing or wrestling with himself.  

Your assistant hovered behind him, mouthing, I’m sorry, before quietly shutting the door to give you privacy.  

Your heart raced, anger and longing swirling in equal measure.  

“Are you trying to make me hate you?” you snapped, crossing your arms tightly over your chest.  

His eyes met yours, desperate and tired. “I just need to talk to you. Please.”  

You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. “Talk? Here? Where you’ve ambushed me after a show, where I’m supposed to be celebrating with people who actually care about me?”  

“I care about you,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “You know I do.”  

“Do I?” you shot back, your voice rising. “Because it feels like you only show up when it’s convenient for you. When you need something.”  

“That’s not fair,” he said, stepping closer. You took a step back.  

“What’s not fair is you thinking you can waltz in here and expect me to drop everything because you suddenly decided you want to talk.”  

He flinched at your words but didn’t back down. “I messed up. I know I did. I’ve been trying to figure out how to fix it—how to fix us.”  

“There is no ‘us,’” you said, your voice trembling. “Not anymore. Not after you made it so damn clear I was never enough for you.”  

“That’s not true,” he said quickly, his hands balling into fists at his sides. “You’ve always been more than enough. I was the one who wasn’t ready, who couldn’t…”  

“Couldn’t what?” you interrupted, your anger boiling over. “Couldn’t love me? Couldn’t choose me? Couldn’t figure out how to be honest with yourself and with me?”  

He opened his mouth to respond but closed it again, his shoulders sagging as if the weight of your words had finally crushed him.  

You laughed bitterly, wiping at the tears you didn’t want to fall. “You don’t get to do this, Hugh. You don’t get to show up here and act like you’re the one hurting.”  

“I am hurting,” he said quietly, his voice raw. “Every day. I think about you every damn day.”  

“Then why didn’t you fight for me?” you asked, your voice breaking. “Why didn’t you show me that I mattered to you?”  

He stepped closer again, his eyes pleading. “I didn’t know how. I was scared of losing you, of messing things up even more.”  

You shook your head, tears streaming freely now. “You already lost me. And ambushing me backstage isn’t going to change that.”  

“Please,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Just give me a chance to explain.”  

You took a shaky breath, every fiber of your being wanting to let him in, to hear him out. But you knew better.  

“Not here,” you said firmly, forcing your voice to steady. “Not like this. Figure your shit out, Hugh. Then maybe we’ll talk. But until then…”  

You trailed off, unable to finish the sentence, and turned away from him, your back to the man who had once meant everything to you.  

You didn’t look back, even when you heard the door close softly behind him.

[hi-hugh-bliss]

i hope someone boils you alive and pours your remains into the dark empty void of space where you wander for eternity.

Somehow that sounds better than being stuck in Sam and Max’s closet with a weird shaven fro.

[hi-hugh-bliss]

Sounds like the Lornes aren’t getting along too well :(

I don’t know what is happening with you Lornes. I think they’re just friends and that’s OK, and you all sit there and you judge me. You act like IM the one being rude about an OPINION!

We all just love Sam and max guys, it’s okay…..

[jocelynscrazyideas]

Kiss it better | Jack Hughes x Reader

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Warning: smut, language, surgery?

Summary: Jack demands you cook him a lunch after his surgery, but he’s supposed to be healed. As the “best” girlfriend in the world you fix up a salad and share with Jack. Jack decides he wants more to eat, but not food.

A:N- AGH first time writing for a summer blurb!! Also it’s really short bc I had lots of hw recently!! (Sorry!)

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It’s off season. Jack and I are in Michigan, Jack has been watching Quinn play, and I’ve been tanning. I called Luke to check in and he said that it’s been stressful, playing with older guys, specially ones who’ve played in worlds before.

“Baby?” Jack hollers for me.

“Coming!” I reply, I throw my Jean shorts from American Eagle in the clean pile of clothes I’ve gathered, and run upstairs. Jack and I live in the basement, and Jack likes to spend his time upstairs on the main floor watching the TV.

Normally the guys spend time downstairs playing pool, and I watch Dance Moms on the TV next to the pool table. Jack is doing well with his recovery after his surgery.

“I’m hungry, I know. It’s a lot to ask for but could you make me some avocado toast with chicken parm salad?” Jack seems like he’s on his monthly period cravings. I mean it sounds good.

“Of course, only if you help me.” I say, and Jack throws his gaming controller to his blanket on the side. He gets up, rolls his shoulders out and cracks his neck. He stands behind me when I been down to grab the chicken.

I stand up and see him towering over me. I lean in for a kiss after setting down the ingredients. I pull back to grab a bowl from a cabinet, I pull out a fork to distract myself from the man that stares at me like I’m the only girl in the world.

“You’re so cute.” Jack says, disrupting the noise of tension between us. “I know.” I say giving him a stare. Right now we’re home alone, but I’m sure Ellen and Jim are heading back from Target.

“Mom will be home soon.” Jack says. I’m sure he’s inferring that we need to hurry up if we’re gonna do stuff.

I make it known I feel the same, but before I can say anything to stop me from going in for more kisses, Ellen walks in from the garage door.

“Hey mama bear!” I rant out, I push Jack away. I pour the lettuce into the bowl and stir in a salad dressing I made last night. I cut in boiled eggs from last night and stuff them in the salad, I microwave the chicken, just because I didn’t feel like cooking. I chop the warmed meat and lose the chicken into the bowl. Done!

“Here, your salad.” I saw shoving the bowl into Jacks reach. I toasted up some toast and slice the avocados. I grab some seasoning and seasoned the toast, I spread some avocados and took a bite of my work, delicious. I hand the rest to Jack and I walk back downstairs to to finish my laundry.

“I’m coming baby.” Jack informs me as he runs down the stairs.

“Yeah you will.” I say as I throw all of my folded clothes off into a hamper, ruining all of my work. Jacks eyes glow when he talks to me, his beard needs to be shaved.

“You look so edible.” Jack says as he pulls me into his arms. Hands in my hips, he slides his head into my neck. My perfume wraps him into my chest, he’s stuck in this love bliss.

“I cant get enough of you. You look so yummy.” Jack whispers into my ear. He licks under my ear, and I feel his hot breath on my cheeks.

gross.

“That’s icky.” I say. I love to make him mad.

“Shut the fuck up.” Jack says as he lets go of me. He sits on our bed and watches me fold the laundry that I threw.

“I cant believe you did that. Y/n I need you, I haven’t felt actually love in forever.” Jack implying on my “turn off” of words.

“Sorry.” I holler back, knowing I don’t fully mean it. His medium toned hair sits right under his ears, he plays with his wristbands as I walk over to him.

“Can you sit back please?” I request. He does as I say, not making me having to push him back, which would have been easier.

I hop onto jacks legs as I straddle him. “You feel so warm. I’m freezing.” I wiggle out of my mouth as I start to rock my hips. I grab into jacks shoulder and start to whisper in his ears.

“Take everything off.” I imply.

“We could take it to the hot tub.” I suggested. “No, wr can start here and end on the boat.” Jack responded within seconds.

“Sure.”

I feed into jacks neck and leave a mark. He’s bruised from my bites. Jack groans intensely as I start to make my way to his cargo shorts. I unzip everything and pull it off.

“You’re already so big.” I let out a sigh and take his boxers off. “Only for you.” Jack caressed my check and pulled my hair behind my ears.

I start jerking him and his head leans all the way back. Jack lifts his hips up when he feels he’s going to cum.

“Are you ready?” He asked me. His eyes glimmering up ast me. I pull down my leggings. I keep my shirt on and I lay on our bed. Jack spreads my legs as he goes down.

“You look wet already.” Jack insisting to start our activity. He pushes two fingers into my hole and he starts to pump. I feel erratic, my moaning screams out.

“Quiet down.” Jack deadly stared at me, and he pushed his tounge down my throat, I moan as he massaged my tounge into his. I feel our saliva mixing. I pushed his fingers farther in and I feel I’m going to cum. He lets go of my mouth.

He takes his fingers out as i jerk up from my release. Jack shoved one finger into his mouth licked it clean, and the other into mine. I suck kn it until he leans into me, I feel his hard cock pressed up against me.

He gets up as we try to finish what we started until we heard, “Jack! Help me clean up the yard! Your shoulder should be fine now!”

Jim and Ellen are having people over and apparently Jack needs to help him fix up the yard.

“We’ll finish later. I promise.” Jack smiled at me as he zips his cargo shorts on and pulled on his shirt. He leaves the room, and up the stairs as I hear him wash his hands upstairs.

I’m left alone in our room and I’m forced to do my laundry.

[theemporium]

brothers bff getting quinnsick (homesick for quinn) once summer ends and they start long distance and it’s early in the relationship so she doesn’t want to bother him but of course he finds out

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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It hadn’t even been a month since you all left the lakehouse and you were already missing him.

Summer had been bliss, like a dream come true. Long summer days, warm nights and hours spent on the lake with some of your closest friends. It was the perfect way to relax after your sophomore year, and it should have been the perfect refresher before you headed back to Michigan to begin your junior year of college. 

But classes had started, the year was underway and you were starting to feel the summer withdrawals.

You tried to tell yourself it was just the dropping temperatures. Or maybe you were stressed with a load of classes and electives you were second-guessing. Or even just trying to navigate a world where most of your friends had been off to do other things, Luke included. 

And you did miss him. It felt weird returning to Michigan without him by your side. It felt weird that he was out with the big leagues in New Jersey with Jack. It felt weird not being able to just walk over to his place to annoy him. But you and Luke had history, you had years together and even distance couldn’t really affect the bond between you. Plus, you knew if either of you really needed it, it was less than a two hour flight to each other. 

You knew, deep down in your own heart, the reason you felt so down was because you missed Quinn. 

You could have laughed at yourself if somebody told you at the beginning of the summer that you would be moping around over the eldest Hughes brother, and yet here you were. You had spent a whole summer getting to know a man you practically knew your whole life in a way you had never experienced before. You had spent countless days and nights seeing a version of Quinn that made it impossible to not fall in love with him.

You were on cloud nine, and now you’ve tumbled into reality and it sucked.

And despite your best efforts, he could see right through you. 

“What’s wrong?” 

You blinked, snapping out of your thoughts before you glanced down at your phone screen. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment when you realised Quinn had been talking at you, only for you to have zoned out on him completely.

“Nothing,” you said before flashing him a sheepish smile. “What were you saying? I think I missed that.”

Quinn shot you a look. “Babe, I haven’t said anything for the last five minutes.”

“Oh,” was your only response.

“So, I’m gonna ask again,” Quinn started, his brows furrowed in concern as he stared at you through the phone screen. “What’s wrong?”

“I—” you paused for a moment before shaking your head. “It really isn’t that big of a deal, I promise.”

Quinn had the audacity to roll his eyes. “If it’s bothering you, then it is a big deal to me.” 

“You sound like a book boyfriend, “ you teased.

“Baby.”

You let out a sigh, slumping your face against the pillow on your bed. “You’re going to think I’m insane.”

Quinn frowned. “Why?”

“Because it’s barely been a month and I miss you,” you admitted, the words mumbled together as you felt your face heat up even more as the embarrassment washed over you. The last thing you wanted to do was come off as some clingy girlfriend. Maybe it was your own insecurities shining through, or maybe it was the fear of seeming like that annoying little kid who was just Luke’s friend to Quinn again. 

You weren’t really sure.

It was silent, causing the dread in your stomach to grow tenfold. For a moment, you feared the worst. You thought he had just hung up on you. You thought that was the big, waving red flag he needed to bolt. But when you lifted your head off the pillow, you were surprised to see that he was grinning at you. 

A full-blown, massive Quinn Hughes grin that made your heart flutter.

“You miss me?” He said it like a question, but it felt more like a statement. Because you did miss him. You missed him so bad, it was embarrassing. “Well then, I guess it’s not a big deal that I miss you too.”

Your face softened. “You do?” 

“I do,” he said, his words laced with sincerity. You saw his eyes lit up as he momentarily disappeared from the screen, only to return with his laptop in hand. “In fact…”

Your brows furrowed together. “What?”

“Gimme a second, baby,” he murmured, his eyes focused on his laptop as he typed away. “So impatient.”

You rolled your eyes.

“There,” he grinned before looking back at you. 

“There what?” You questioned.

“There, I’ve just booked a ticket back to Michigan to come visit you.” And he said it so simply, so matter-of-factly that it made your chest tighten.

“Quinn,” you breathed out. “You can’t just buy a ticket—”

“Why not? I miss you. You miss me. You’re my girlfriend. And I wanna see you,” he listed off with a shrug of his shoulders. “The season doesn’t start for another month, and I can work around practices. I want to see you. And I want to see you smile again.”

You let out a small laugh. “You’re insane.”

“You can say that to my face when I see you in person in two days,” he shot back.

Your eyes lit up. “Two days?”

“Two days, baby,” he said with a soft smile. “And then you’re all mine.”

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[babydollmarauders]

ILLICIT AFFAIRS — QUINN HUGHES

quinn hughes x fem!reader

summary: in which y/n is Quinn’s little secret.

specific lyrics: “what started in beautiful rooms; ends with meetings in parking lots” and “you wanna scream, don't call me ‘kid’, don't call me ‘baby’, look at this godforsaken mess that you made me” and “look at this idiotic fool that you made me” and “for you, i would ruin myself, a million little times”

warnings: cheating, 18+ content in the middle, ANGST!

notes: you will not think highly of the Quinn in this fic. i know i’m supposed to be writing the Speak Now Fic List— bear with me. this was written as a way to get out of my writers block.

i can always stop.

i can.

i have freewill to refuse his advances.

i think.

but the stolen stares, the weight of his body against mine, the feeling that comes with knowing he wants me in the way i’ve longed for him to want me, it’s an addiction.

a drug that i just can’t quit, despite how dirty and used i feel afterwards. despite having to sneak away with my hood up and my head down.

the high of being his, just for a moment, outweighs the inevitable self-criticism in the aftermath.

because that’s the thing about illicit affairs; they make you hate yourself a million little times.

**

i’ve barely just climbed off of him, my back skimming the mattress, before he’s already standing from my bed.

my eyes follow his movements, the fluidity and grace of flowing through steps he’s done a million times before.

his dress shirt buttoned back on, his suit pants following, his tie lazily swung around his neck and his suit jacket pulled over to complete the look.

while i’m tangled in my thin sheet, still recovering, he’s fixing his hair in the mirror above my dresser and letting his own eyes graze his neck for marks. finding none, as i know better than to make myself known on his skin.

never seen, never heard, always secret. no marks, never wear perfume nor lipstick, never leave any trace of existence. a ghost above all else.

his eyes lock with mine in the mirror, catching my longing stare with his indifferent one.

“i’ve gotta go. you watching the game?” he knows the answer, he always knows.

“yeah, Quinny, i’ll be watching.” my cheeks flush. “i always do.”

“good. i’ll try and score a goal for you.” he winks in the reflection, my heartbeat picking up as it does every time. “bye, baby.”

there’s no goodbye kisses, no whispered sweet nothings, just quirked lips and the sound of my bedroom door shutting behind him.

it’s not long until the bliss wears off, leaving me with nothing but self-depreciating thoughts. no one to blame but myself.

he has a girlfriend.

one who isn’t you.

aren’t you ashamed?

aren’t you disgusted with yourself?

don’t you deserve better?

although, maybe not.

my phone buzzes on the nightstand beside me, an incoming call from my best friend, and despite feeling like an idiotic fool and a betrayal of my own morality, i accept the call.

“hey, Lukey!” false cheer drips from my tongue, but just like every other time, i know he won’t know the difference. “to what do i owe the pleasure of your call?”

“hey, y/n/n!” Luke’s chuckle crackles over the speaker of my phone. “i just wanted to talk, i’ve been missing you extra the past few days. i want my movie buddy.”

“i miss you too, Lukey.”

god, if only he knew how badly i’ve fucked up without him to lead me the right way.

“don’t you have Jack now to watch movies with?” i question, shaking off the urge to confess my sins. to ask for his forgiveness and plead for him to talk some sense into my love-riddled mind.

“it’s not the same. he doesn’t pay attention to the little details as well as we do.” i can hear his pout through the phone, making me giggle.

“just one more month, then we’ll have the whole summer to watch as many movies as we want.” i remind him.

“yeah, one more month.” he replies, solemnly. “anyways, UBC is still treating you good, right? no chance you’d wanna transfer to, i don’t know, Rutgers or Princeton?”

i chuckle at his lame attempt at convincing me to leave my dream school.

“i’m sorry, moose; but UBC is still where my heart lies.” oh, if only he knew just what, or rather who, the reason was for that.

“yeah, alright. it was worth a shot.” he sighs. “and Quinny’s taking good care of you, right?”

i my throat closes up and i choke on the air in my lungs.

“what?” i ask him, sitting up in my bed and pulling the sheet closer to my body.

“Quinn.” he repeats. “he promised he’d look after you. has he?”

“oh, yeah. yeah, he’s been checking in on me. making sure i’m okay.” i guess that’s one way to put what we’ve been doing.

“good. i’d have to kill him if he let you get hurt.”

**

my feet have barely touched the ground outside of my car before the lake house door is flung open. my best friend bounds out of the house, his middle brother hot on his trail, attempting to speak to him about something long forgotten by Luke.

“YOU’RE HERE!” Luke’s arms are flung around my waist, hoisting me up in the air and spinning me around.

the melody of my laugh mingles in the air as my arms wrap around his neck.

“Lukey, put me down, i already feel sorta car sick! it was a very long drive.” despite the fact that my words are true, i can’t wipe the smile off my face from being reunited with my best friend.

my feet finally fall flat on the ground as Luke backs up to look at my face, his fingers grazing all over it, more specifically the under eye bags from stress and sleepless nights.

“i thought you said you were doing great? what are these?! they’re new!”

his concern is heartwarming but before i can respond, i notice all the people behind him on the lake house porch. Jack, their friends, and most importantly, Quinn. the real reason for my newly spotted dark circles.

i muster up a chuckle, rolling my eyes.

“they’re designer. they come with the UBC tuition.” i stress, hoping he buys the ‘i’ve just been working myself to the bone with schoolwork’ excuse.

“checks out. you’ve always been my little nerd.” he grins, slinging an arm around my shoulder and turning towards the porch. “aren’t you guys gonna come say hi?”

“didn’t wanna impose on your moment.” Jack jokes, hopping down the porch steps to pull me from Luke’s grasp and into a hug.

“hey, bubby. welcome back.” he smiles, ruffling my hair mid hug. i step on his foot in retaliation, making him push me back so he could check on his white sneakers.

“it’s good to be back, bubba.” i grin as he rolls his eyes.

“hey kid, long time no see.” my head snaps over to look at Quinn, who smirks at me with a knowing look.

we saw each other three days ago, the day before he flew out to Michigan.

“hey, Quinny.” a bashful smile takes over my lips and my heart beats overtime, the natural reaction when i’m in his vicinity.

“no.” Luke speaks, pulling me into his chest protectively. “you don’t get to ‘hi’ her. you got her all year. this is my turn.”

his words make me blush and i pat his chest.

“don’t worry Lukey, this is our time.” i reassure him. “i but i would like to go inside now.”

“yeah, right.” he nods, letting me push away from him. the guys all head back into the house, leaving me to open my trunk and grab my bag.

a strong hand encases mine on the handle of my suitcase, soft lips i know all too well grazing the shell of my ear.

“i hope Luke doesn’t mind sharing.” Quinn leaves me frozen behind him, taking my bag and my breath with him.

beats of time pass before i follow suit, closing my trunk and locking my car before jogging up the porch steps and into the house.

this will be one hell of a summer. literally.

**

“i’m going for a run.”

my words are spoken through Luke’s shut bedroom door, followed by the opening of said door.

“a run?” he asks me, sleep still prominent in his face from his mid-afternoon nap. “since when do you run?”

“i started running when i was in Vancouver. i thought i told you that?” the lie is like a sour candy on my tongue, spit out quickly as though another second of these words in my mouth would make me sick.

“oh, okay. how long will you be gone? i’ll have the movie set up for when you get back.”

“i shouldn’t be too long. like an hour at most.” i tell him, tightening my ponytail.

“you’ll actually probably be all sweaty when you get back. just wake me back up when you get back and i’ll get the movie ready while you shower.”

sweaty and flushed, for sure.

“okay.”

*

“Quinn, please.” my heavy pants turn to pleads, begging Quinn to get me over the edge. his hands hold mine behind my back as i grind my hips against his.

unable to risk being caught at the lake house, our rendezvous settings have downgraded from my bedroom back in vancouver. to the parking lot of a field, only a 15 minute walk from the house.

“you want me to make you come?” his words cause a shiver down my spine, my head nodding at rapid speed. “use your words, baby. say it.”

“i want you to make me come.” i beg. that’s all it takes for him to flip us over, my body laid across his back seat as he thrusts into me, hooking one of my legs over his shoulder.

“fuck, you’re so wet baby. feel so good squeezing my cock.” i clench around him, his dirty whispers echoing in my head as the coil in my stomach tightens. he angles his hips, thrusting up into the spot that makes my eyes roll back.

“right there.” i gasp, my hands coming up to grip his shoulders. i’m careful not to dig my nails into his skin. careful to never leave any sort of marks. his right hand trails down my body, settling on my stomach.

“right there?” he teases, repeating his previous move, all while pushing one hand down on my stomach. my legs shake, and i clench around him one final time before the pressure relieves and i achieve my orgasm.

Quinn thrusts a few more times, riding me through my high and chasing his before his hips stutter and he pulls out, painting my stomach with his release.

the glass windows are fogged, the car hot and reeking of sex, the only sound being our heavy breathing as we gather ourselves again.

my eyes flutter, my energy spent.

“hey, baby.” Quinn’s hand snakes onto my thigh, shaking it slightly. “you should go. Luke is probably waiting for you.”

i nod. i know he’s right, but it still stings, being dismissed so quickly.

i wipe my stomach with a napkin from his glovebox before slipping my biker shorts back on and pulling my tank top back over my head.

“i’ll see you at the house.” he bids me goodbye, as i slip out of his car, starting my walk back to the house.

aren’t you sick of this?

don’t you feel guilty for lying to your best friend?

for betraying him like this?

don’t you think you can do better?

that you deserve better than clandestine meetings?

than being someone’s ‘other woman’?

than being tossed aside the second he’s done with you?

i’m done.

*

“alright, you ready?” Luke asks, plopping down on the couch cushion beside me, a bowl of popcorn clutched in his hand.

“yeah, press play, moose.” Luke is just about to hit play on the netflix movie when the front door swings open. Quinn steps into the house, shutting the door before noticing us on the couch.

“hey.” he gives us a nod, walking towards the stairs. “oh, Olivia is flying in tomorrow morning.”

my heart stops, my muscles tensing.

Olivia.

Quinn’s girlfriend.

the one we’ve been sneaking around for four months.

“oh cool, what time?” Luke is oblivious to my silent panic.

“six a.m, so i’m heading to sleep. night, Luke. night, kid.”

there it is again. that stupid nickname. ‘kid’.

Quinn heads up the stairs and i hear the faint sound of his bedroom door shutting.

my head snaps over to Luke.

“hey, i gotta go get something from my room, i’ll be right back.” i pat his leg before rising from my seat, making my way towards the stairs.

“oh, okay.” he nods, getting on his phone as i walk up the stairs.

i come to a stop outside of Quinn’s door, debating knocking before i decide not to, in order to not raise suspicion from Luke.

i swing the door open, slipping in before quickly shutting it behind me.

Quinn sits on the foot of his bed, head rising from looking at his phone. his brows furrow before he raises one in questioning.

“didn’t get enough of me earlier?” he teases. “aren’t you and Luke watching a movie? i don’t think we can have a quickie right now-”

“we’re done.” his lips snap shut, whether in shock, or disbelief, or just plain speechlessness, i’m not sure. but he’s silent, so i continue. “no more meetings. no more.”

my heart aches in my chest, my throat getting tighter and tears bubble up in my eyes.

i thought it would be easy to stop.

i used to tell myself i could do it whenever i wanted. but now, i know it’s not true.

there was no ‘last time’, only this afternoon. no soft goodbyes. i’ll be stuck seeing him for the rest of my life. he’s a mistake that i became all too comfortable with. with him, i let my morals wash away like a drawing in sand. but i was done hating myself, thinking so low of myself for my forbidden actions.

he chuckles as if i told him a joke, as if i didn’t just tell him we were over. standing from the bed and prowling towards me, his hand raises to cup my cheek.

“what are you talking about, baby?”

it’s always ‘baby’ in secret. ‘kid’ while in company. he makes me feel so stupid, like i’m a child; naive and small.

“don’t call me ‘baby’.” i swat his hand away from my cheek. “and don’t call me ‘kid’, either. do you not know my name?

“do you not know the name of the girl you’ve been fucking in secret for the past four months? that you’ve known since you were ten?”

his nostrils flare, stepping back as though i’ve slapped him.

“i know your name, y/n.” his words drip with venom, his lips press together into a straight line. “they’re just nicknames.”

“they’re cruel.” i spit. “you know what you’re doing. i’ve made myself available to you for too long. i’ve let you use me and throw me to the side as if i’m nothing. i’ve become something i never would’ve imagined i would be-”

“y/n-”

“no! this is my turn to talk. look at this godforsaken mess that you made me. i’m actively lying to my best friend, your brother. i’ve become the ‘other woman’. a title i would’ve smacked myself for, just six months ago. i’ve lost my sense of morality. i’ve become someone that i don’t even recognize; because of you. so, i’m done.

“i will not be your secret anymore. i deserve more. i deserve better than someone who keeps me hidden. who dismisses me mere minutes after using my body.”

tear tracks stain my cheeks, my face feels tighter under the salty liquid and i quickly wipe them away.

“you’re right.” my lips part slightly, my gaze fixating on the man in front of me.

he seems genuine. his eyes glistening with pity and an unrecognizable emotion.

“i’m sorry. you deserve better.” he tells me, nodding his head solemnly.

“i do.” i reply. “and i’ve been rejecting everyone that is interested because i’ve been hoping and praying to any higher power that you would love me the way that i’ve loved you since i was sixteen, but that’s not gonna happen, is it?”

he shakes his head ‘no’ and i can’t even hold it against him, because at least he’s finally being honest with me.

i bite my lower lip, nodding dejectedly and gripping the doorknob behind me.

“for you, i’ve ruined myself a million times.”

i slip out the door, padding back down the stairs and leaving the man i love, and our illicit affairs behind me.

Luke’s head rises when i return, his eyebrow raised and his lips parted, surely ready to question what took me so long. but with one glance at my tear stained face and bloodshot eyes, his mouth closes, his arms opening instead.

i drop onto the couch, burying my face into his neck. his arms wrap around me tightly, one hand holding the back of my head as the other rubs my back.

“i know.” he whispers. “it’s okay. i know.”

his words are mumbled against the shell of my ear and the emotion with which their spoken confirms that he knew what i’d been doing. they only succeed in making me feel even more guilty. all this time, i thought i’d been doing a pretty good job of hiding our meetings this summer, but my best friend is smart, catching on a lot more than i realized.

“i’m so sorry, Lukey.” i sob, my apology muffled by his skin.

“it’s okay. and i promise, it’ll be okay, y/n/n. i’ve got you.”

[hearts4hughes]

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.