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rowdyluv · 3 months ago

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curious hands

summary: Luke’s first time pleasuring Rosey.

word count: 3.13k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe he was just nervous.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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eyesthatroll · 1 year ago

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stay the night | jack hughes

pairing: jh86 x fem!reader. not edited.

word count: 1k

summary: loosely based of of this prompt: "one character thinks their relationship is a fling, the other thinks its destiny" but not really because i kind of strayed away from that completely.

sighing in contempt, you slid out of jack’s grasp, your feet making contact with the cold hardwood floor in his bedroom. he groans, mumbling something under his breath that you can’t hear, his mouth muffled by the comforter.

looking around, you found your panties, along with your other clothes, thrown in a pile in front of his closet.

“it’s late, don’t go.” jack says, his body now turned towards you, his head supported by his hand and elbow that rested on one of the white pillows that adorned his bed.

sliding the thin fabric up your legs, you chuckled softly, shaking your head to yourself. “i can’t.”

“why not?”

you hummed in response, slipping your old, oversized, michigan crewneck over your head.

“(y/n)?”

you turn around to face him. his gaze is already on you, eyes still so full of want and lust, but tired more than anything.

“just stay the night.” he asks again, patting the empty space next to him.

realistically, there was nothing stopping you from spending the night. this was the fourth time that you and jack had hooked up, the first time at his apartment. it was just always more convenient in the specific circumstance to go to yours.

part of you wished that you were at your apartment now, at least then you could kick jack out and spare both of you the awkwardness of what was the current conversation.

“jack, c’mon..” you trailed off, sending him a knowing look.

he raises his hands in surrender, eyebrows raised in innocence. “(y/n), it’s late, it’s raining, just stay the night.”

you crossed your arms at your chest. “i’m going home.”

“stay the night.”

“jack.” you warned.

“stay the night.”

“did you not hear what i just said?”

jack sighs, lowering his gaze. “fine. kiss goodbye, at least?”

you hesitated in your movements, but ultimately crossed over to the bed.

jack sits up slightly from his previous position, his hands immediately on either side of your face, pulling you into his lips.

his tongue swipes across your bottom lip, and you go to pull away, but jack’s hands move to your waist, pulling you on the bed.

you fall onto him with a gasp.

jack’s laughing beneath you.

rolling your eyes, you pushed yourself up, your hands on his bare chest, straddling him as he leaned back against the headboard.

jack lifts a hand to push a stray curl behind your ear. “stay the night.” he murmurs.

you begin to speak, but jack cuts you off. “stay the night, and let me make you breakfast in the morning.”

your teeth graze your bottom lip out of habit as you thought to yourself. “what do you think this is, jack? between the two of us?”

he shrugs, and you feel his cold hands meet the small of your back. “i don’t know.”

you sighed, exhaling a controlled, heavy breath. “when i first met you, you said you wanted to have fun.”

“have you not been having fun?” he's teasing, but his eyes are looking at you with the slightest amount of concern.

“i have.”

“then what’s the problem?”

“look, jack. i don’t know if you’re always this clingy after sex, or you’ve gotten attached to me in some way, but i ma-” his lips are on yours, and it’s fast, yet soft and delicate in a way the completely leaves you breathless, pulling apart gasping for air.

“i like you. is that a crime?” his words carry so much weight with them, yet he’s speaking as if it’s the most casual endeavor in the world.

like he wasn't the one who said he just wanted fun. like he wasn't the one who said he didn't want anything serious, but something casual, kept under wraps.

of course, you had come to like jack more than you'd care to admit. he was great in bed, had a good go-with-the-flow personality, all in all, he blew your sleezebag ex out of the water. so of course you wouldn't mind if your harmless hookups turned into something more, but he needed to say that, explicitly.

he was jack hughes, 'super-star' center for the new jersey devils, adorned and praised by all. you knew any day of the week he could have puck bunnies at his disposal.

not that you would blame them. jack was gorgeous, talented, and had a confident-not-cocky aura that made him extremely sexy.

his finger snaps in front of your face, pulling you out of your thoughts. "hello, earth to (y/n)?"

"look, jack. if you want to keep this casual, that's fine. but if you're saying you want something more, i need to hear you say it."

"let me take you out tomorrow, on a date." the words roll off of his tongue immediately. so easily, like he doesn't even have to think about it.

you remained quiet, pondering jack's inquisition.

"isn't tomorrow a little soon, how'll you have time to drop your other side girls?" you asked, a playing smile on your lips.

he leans up, his right hand reaching up to caress your cheek. "it's only been you since the the first night i said hi to you in the bar."

your mouth falls agape, stunned at his words. "but-that was like six months ago?"

you first met jack around six months ago, after you served him and his teammates drinks at the bar that you worked at. you and him hadn't met on a personal level until about a month ago, when he came to the bar when you were off the clock.

one thing lead to another, and the two of you were stumbling into your apartment later that night.

"the boys are always flaming me, sayin' i'm whipped."

your lips twist into a grin as you pull him into your lips. "they're right."

his laugh echoes against your mouth. "so that's a yes to the date?"

"yeah, jack."

smirking, he speaks again. "i think i wanna hear you say it how you did earlier, what was it? oh right.. 'yes, god yes!'"

you hand meets the back of his head, his body falling forward slightly from collateral. "ow!"

"don't make me stand you up tomorrow."

/.end

mari speaks ! lowkey hate the off season because it reminds me that i could bump into the hughes brothers literally anywhere, like pine knob sjsjsj. anyways, i don't know how i feel about this. i know its not the greatest, but im still learning i guess. hope u all are doing well.

#jack hughes #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes imagines #jack hughes fluff #nj devils #new jersey devils #nhl #hockey #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes x you #jack hughes fic #jack hughes blurb #jh86

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treeba-rk · 1 month ago

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it’s 2021. april third life renchanting may altar beheading “this is us, now. this is us” june “a hand to hold until the end. a hand to hold because we’re friends” july mcc team august hermit raiders and rise of treebark. ghosts of 2019— being too scared to ship openly but doing it anyway. treebark quarantine. where is your rider. we bet on losing dogs. fuck it shipping block people is fun, we should do it more. last life. tsuki. red lips. the love crystal that never was. the ren vs martyn finale that never was. last life ethubs— “oh, so hermitshipping can get mainstream”. martyn goes on tumblr. maidtyn. mint maids. ren calls martyn sexy. months before the first treebark week. 2021.

2024. i miss you. if you’re still here. i’m in love with judas. nothing will hit like 2021 third life ever again. trails of crumbs on twitch and tumblr and bits and pieces. real life. the marriage proposal that never was. michigan. shipping is so mainstream that ccs engage with it on twitter. “treebark is the ship name not the platonic name”. containment breaching. ren and martyn. what’s a dm. the summer slips away, blazing hot and swift. no june finale, no july mcc, no august treebark. fantasy smp? more like fantasy. scheduling. ren’s birthday. bbq cheesecake. cheese pie. smuggling. snuggling. rats in paris. new life series. mcc team dropping. welcome back 2021. bantering and innuendos and stupid bits and being “romantic”. renwood mound. ren and littlewood. two beds pushed together. promises in the cave. coming back home. “this is us, now. this is us.” king/hand. captain/lieutenant. and there was only one hammock. actual collabs and not crumbs. it felt so hard, but it feels so easy now. their banter was always this natural, was it? watching them is as easy as letting water slip between your fingers, is it? two cubitos holding hands in every universe— mcc, hermitcraft, third life, twitch rivals, rats smp. it’s you and me till the end. get me a shield and i will follow you to the ends of the earth. barely anything, then everything. 2024.

i love you. you’re still here.

#i am having too much thoughts about THESE FUCKIJG BLOCK MEN #i feel crazy in a way it hasn’t hit since judasbark #wild life spoilers #life series spoilers #treebark

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mamaestapa · 11 months ago

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For the JJ blurb idea..waking up together for the first time or your first sleepover together🤭

Burnt Toast Sunday|| JJ McCarthy x reader

• pairing: JJ McCarthy x reader

• summary: The morning after your first sleepover with JJ

• warnings: some language & lots of fluff<3

Your eye lids fluttered open from the feeling of JJ leaving soft kisses on your cheek and neck. You were pressed against his body, your back against his chest with his strong arms wrapped around you.

Last night was your first time staying over at JJ’s—with just the two of you.

You have been dating JJ for three months now. They’ve been the best three months of your life. He’s such a caring, considerate and attentive individual, so he makes the best boyfriend. You and JJ were good friends for about a year before the two of you realized there was something more between you. JJ came over to your house after a particularly rough practice, seeking comfort and someone to talk to. You were there for him, comforting him and listening to his rant about what was going wrong at practice. After a lengthy rant, JJ just gazed at you before spitting out the question he’s been wanting to ask for a while now: Will you go out with me this weekend? There’s a bar downtown that I heard has great food.

And the rest was history.

You hummed softly as you grabbed JJ’s hand that was pressed against your tummy. You intertwined your fingers with his and squeezed his hand gently.

“Good morning beautiful.” He whispered, his morning voice in your ear giving you butterflies. “Good morning handsome.”

He kissed your cheek before leaning on his arm that was on his pillow. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good,” you smiled, turning so you were facing him, “even better in your arms.” JJ chuckled, “Good, I’m glad you slept well.”

The two of you just laid in each others embrace, savoring every moment of the quiet morning with one another. JJ’s roommates were out of town for the weekend, meaning you had the entire house to yourself. It was peaceful, good for you and JJ to spend quality time together.

As you re-situated yourself and snuggled into JJ’s chest your stomach let out a loud growl. You groaned in embarrassment as your boyfriend just chuckled.

“Don’t be embarrassed baby, come on.” He groaned softly as he let go of you and rolled out of his bed, “I’ll go make you breakfast.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

JJ shot you a look, almost seeming to give you his best RBF, “Yes I do. You’re hungry, I’m hungry, come on.” He reached out for your hand to pull you out of bed. You grabbed his hand, smiling softly at him as he helped you up. You hummed out a soft thank you before pulling away from him. JJ left you alone in the bedroom as he headed downstairs to prepare breakfast.

After JJ went downstairs, you went into his bathroom and freshened up a bit. You put your bra back on, brushed your hair, and swished some of JJ’s mint mouthwash around your mouth to get rid of your morning breath. You finished up in the bathroom and headed downstairs. The smell of eggs filled your nostrils as you entered your kitchen, making your mouth water and stomach rumble.

“Something smells good.” You mused as you walked up next to JJ. He just put two pieces of toast down in the toaster when you walked in. He turned around, breath hitching at the sight of you. JJ wet his lips as he looked at you wearing the silk sleep shorts paired with one of his Michigan t-shirts. “God you look so beautiful.” JJ said as he eyed you.

You blushed at his words, “Stop,” you eyed him playfully as you spoke, “I just woke up, it can’t be that pretty of a sight.” JJ chuckled and kissed your cheek. He stroked your skin with his thumb as he spoke, “It’s the prettiest.”

You smiled sweetly at your boyfriend as he smiled down at you. However your smile soon faltered as a burning smell filled your nostrils. You scrunched your nose in disgust as you sniffed a couple times.

“JJ…” you trailed off, “it smells like something is burning.”

JJ sniffed the air, his nose scrunching in disgust just like yours. His eyes widened as the toaster popped up, signaling that the pieces of bread were done toasting.

They were done toasting all right.

“Shit,” JJ breathed out as he pulled the two pieces of black burnt toast out of the toaster, “I burnt the toast.”

You chuckled at the sad look on your boyfriend’s face. He felt so bad he burnt your toast, but you thought it was funny. Hey, it’s the thought that counts right?

“It’s OK baby,” you said as you placed a hand on his back, rubbing it back and forth softly as you spoke, “it’s the thought that counts.”

JJ sighed as he poked at the burnt bread, his face turning into disgust once again. He let out another sigh as he looked at the burnt toast. So much for your breakfast…

“Why don’t we go to that cafe your parents took us to a couple weeks ago? They had good omlette.” You suggested with a smile. JJ glanced at you as he nodded.

He wrapped an arm around you as he spoke, “I could go for an omlette.”

Although breakfast didn’t go as JJ planned, the morning after your first sleepover together was still just as great as you imagined it would be.

hi loves!!

oh i love writing about jj. he’s such a cutie and you guys are sending in great requests for him. i love them!🤍

my requests are always open, so feel free to send me any and all ideas you have. i promise ill get to it at some point ;)

i’ll post some more blurbs tomorrow! as always, thank you for all the love and support, it means so much babes😚🤍

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slafkovskys · 1 year ago

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𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔞 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 ❈ 𝔥𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔢𝔰 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔰 𝔵 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩

summary: in which it all comes crashing down

word count: 2.2k

warning(s): angst, language

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she runs because it’s easier than facing the reality of the situation.

she’s supposed to be on a plane with her friends, sipping champagne and giggling over stupid gossip for six hours until they touch down in cabo. she’s supposed to be spending the last spring break of her college career partying and not thinking about her future. she’s supposed to be one too many margaritas deep, giggling over the cute boys her friends were talking about hooking up with because they would never have to see them again. she’s supposed to be having fun.

instead, she’s sitting on the dock, sock-covered feet hovering over water that was damn near frozen, the exact opposite of the mexican beaches and warm waves she was supposed to be pushing through right now.

no, she’s trapped in the tail end of a michigan winter, wondering what her own boys would think of her as soon as she broke the news to them. did she even reserve the right to call them hers anymore? the thought had plagued her from the second she had found out.

she had isolated herself at the lake house, cutting off all communication from the outside world. well, except for the neighbor’s golden retriever who had very excitedly trotted over and licked at her palm on the walk that she had forced herself to take earlier in the day. she even mustered up a little grin for him which she swore that he returned. if she never saw that dog again, if these were her last days in this neighborhood, she would remember that phantom smile.

her phone had been off since she had arrived the morning before. it was the easiest thing, she figured, disappearing and not having to explain anything to anybody for a few more days while she tried to figure out if there was anything to explain. she knew people would notice.

her parents absolutely would when she didn’t send any pictures from her trip.

the three boys who immediately filed for a leave of absence from their respective teams once yasmin had called them, letting them know she had gone off the grid and not even her roommate knew where she had gone, absolutely did. of course, she wasn’t aware that their sudden departure had made league headlines and the rumor mill was swirling with thoughts of what could have caused all three hughes brothers to leave at the same time.

truthfully, she wasn’t surprised to hear the sound of a car coming down the driveway. she knew that it would only be a matter of time before the boys heard of what she had done and sent someone to come and look for her when their messages continued to go unanswered. she is surprised, though, to see jack come tearing through the back door, freezing on the patio before shouting, “she’s out here!”

her eyes go wide as he makes his way down the hill towards her, luke and quinn hot on his trail. she blinks slowly, “you- you’ve got a game right now.”

“and you tell your friends that you’ve changed your mind about the trip you’ve all had planned since last year, go missing, and stop answering your phone,” quinn scoffs, “sorry that we prioritized.”

“you- you gotta go. i didn’t mean for all of you to come here,” she mumbles, avoiding their eyes. the gazes that they were sending weren’t harsh or judgemental, only concerned. she swallowed the lump in her throat and pushed her hair away from her face, “i just wanted to be alone for a few days, i promise.”

“you’re lying,” luke says and her stomach sinks. she shakes her head and he narrows his eyes at her, “look at us when you say that nothing is wrong, then.”

“nothing is wrong-”

“that’s the fire pit,” he cuts her off and her shoulders slump, defeated.

“angel, please,” jack takes a step towards her, face falling as she takes a step away from him in response, “can you tell us what we did wrong so that we can fix it?”

she sighs, “you didn’t do anything wrong. it was me. i messed up.”

“how did you-” quinn stops when he sees her shiver. he quickly shrugs off his jacket and is relieved when he lets her wrap it around her body. the wrinkles in his forehead deepen when he feels how cold her skin was and he places a tentative hand on her arm, “how long have you been out here?”

“i don’t know what time it is,” she admits and he makes a face of realization because part of the reason they had raced to this spot was because her phone had been off for over twenty-four hours. she traces part of the dock that was missing a small piece of its wood with her foot, “i saw the sunset and then i kind of just got lost in my thoughts, i guess?”

“jesus-”

“you need to come inside before you get sick,” quinn ushers her up the dock and she allows herself to be tucked into his side. she hears the sound of the grass crunching behind them and she knows that the other two are close behind as he pulls her through the sliding doors. she sighs as the warmth of the house envelops her, tightening quinn’s coat around her body. “shit, we don’t have any food here-”

“i picked up a few things before i got here yesterday. didn’t want to leave,” she admits, taking a seat on the sofa. “you can make yourselves something if you’re hungry-”

“we’re not worried about us, angel. we’re worried about you. you were outside for hours in the cold without a jacket,” jack sighs, “luke, go find something warm for her-”

“i’m pregnant.”

the only sound in the room was the ridiculous clock everyone had begged jack not to buy, the kind that tick-tocked back and forth every single second. she counts 127 ticks before she even hears someone breathe, 18 ticks before someone clears their throat, and 32 more before someone laughs. she keeps her eyes on that clock.

“april fools isn’t for three more weeks, angel,” she can hear luke rubbing his hands on his pants, “seriously, what’s going on?”

“she’s not lying,” jack mutters, “when she lies, she scrunches her nose and can’t stop playing with her fingers. sure she’s not looking at us, but she’s not fucking lying.”

“angel?” quinn calls gently from beside her.

“look in my bag, there’s five of them,” pregnancy tests, she doesn’t have to say the words for them to already know what she means. she hears someone going through her bag and the sound of plastic rubbing against each other, “surprise.”

jack takes them from luke, then offers them to quinn who shakes his head only staring at the five tests that each reflect a single word. quinn clears his throat, “this is- this is why you wanted to come here?”

she sniffs, “i just wanted time to figure it out without having to explain it to anyone.”

“and did you? figure it out, i mean.”

“i cried yesterday and pretty much all of today. i mean, i’m twenty-two. i’m about to graduate from college. i don’t have any plans for after graduation lined up because i don’t know where i’m going to live because…” she trails off. the because of us doesn’t need to be uttered to be understood. for the last three years, she’d had a low-maintenance, on-campus job and an easy-to-work-around school schedule that made jetting from new jersey to vancouver to michigan almost too easy. little thought had been put into what would happen when she had neither of those things to rely on anymore. she pulls the coat tighter around her body once again, “not to mention there’s absolutely no way of knowing whose it is.”

“what do you mean?” her head snaps to jack who attempts to reword, “okay, like, i know what you mean, but how can you know that?”

“the last time that i got my period was right before all-star weekend, the last time i was with all of you within, like, four days. that was, what? six weeks ago? if i haven’t gotten my period since then and i’ve slept with all of you then and all of you after,” she frowns, “there’s no way that i can say, ‘hey jack, this is absolutely, 100% your baby that i’m carrying right now. what do you want to do about it?’”

“what do you want to do about it?” quinn questions.

she turns her attention back to the clock, “i haven’t had time to think. i know that we all talked about our future and what that might look like, but not here. not now. we talked about so many years down the line when we can all be in the same place and have some kind of stability. that’s just not realistic right now.”

“i’m- i won’t lie to you and say that i expected this,” quinn admits, “i feel like you all look to me to have answers for everything, but i don’t for this. i want you to know, though, that whatever you want to do, whatever decision you want to make, i want to be there with you. i support you.”

“me too, but,” jack says and she and quinn both turn to look at the middle hughes, “do we really have to know?”

“what are you asking, jack?”

“i guess what i'm trying to say is, why would we have to find out whose it is?” he clarifies with a shrug of his shoulders, “realistically, we all knew that this would happen at some point, right? and it’s not like we haven’t talked about it before and now she’s- we have a baby. there’s not a single thing inside of me right now that’s going ‘well, what if it isn’t mine?’ my girlfriend, someone that i know that i want to spend the rest of my life with, is pregnant and she’s scared. the only thing that i’m thinking about is protecting her, protecting them. let them know they’re loved and supported right now.”

“i feel the same way,” quinn (who was a few months shy of 28, the leader of a playoff-bound team for the third year in a row now, and had allowed the whispers and wonderings of when he would ever settle down chase after him like a shadow for just as many years) contributes, followed by a lighthearted chuckle, “and i’m not getting any younger. sure there are things that we would have to work out if that’s the route that we decide to take, but i’m here. we’re here, angel.”

it was at that moment that all eyes drifted to the youngest hughes, who ever since he had pulled the tests from her bag, hadn’t let his eyes leave them as if willing them to change. once he notices the silence that had swept over the room, his eyes flick up to find all of the attention on him. he parts his lips, “i-”

“luke?” she whispers, voice shaky. she swallows the lump in her throat, “how do you feel?”

it wasn’t the first time in the nearly three years that they had been doing this that she had asked him that question, but this was the time that held the most weight. she can see the wheels turning in his head, obviously trying to find the right words before he opens his mouth again, “i don’t think that i’m ready for a kid.”

her shoulders fall and she hears someone, she can’t decipher if it was quinn or jack, take a sharp breath from beside her.

“like, this was just supposed to be for fun. we haven’t seriously talked about any of this-”

“fun?” quinn narrows his eyes, “we’ve been ring shopping, luke, all three of us! we had an entire conversation over the break about her changing her name when that time came. that was your fucking idea if i remember correctly-”

“i was drinking!” he insists, rubbing a hand over his face, “this- i’m not ready for any of this.”

“okay,” she stares at the boy to whom she had first uttered the words ‘i love you,’ the one to whom she had given all of herself first, and nods her head, “if that’s what you want.”

“y/n-” and he hadn’t called her by her real name in years.

“leave,” she says, watching as his face changes to one of disbelief and her eyes narrow, “i’m not going to beg you to stay if you don’t want to be here. you want out? i’m giving you the out. please go.”

and she watches as he pushes himself out of the chair and walks out of the door. it doesn’t feel real until she hears a car door slam and the sound of gravel turning under the weight of wheels, headlights retreating from the window as he leaves her, leaves them behind.

and then, just like that, there were three.

the aftermath

#hughes bros x angel #quinn hughes #jack hughes #luke hughes #quinn hughes imagine #luke hughes imagine #jack hughes imagine #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #my work

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thorsenmark · 11 months ago

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A Distant View of Chicago from Indiana Dunes National Park by Mark Stevens Via Flickr: A setting looking to the northwest while taking in a view across the blue waters of Lake Michigan with the skyline of Chicago off in the distance. This was while walking along the Dune Succession Trail in Indiana Dunes National Park.

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milliesfishes · 5 months ago

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Heeey, I cant stop thinking about billy being absolutely hypnotized (basically love at first sight) by either a circus artist or a can-can dancer, if you want to write anything about that 🎀

౨ৎ꣑ৎbilly's love at first sight౨ৎ꣑ৎ fem reader x billy the kid also quick plug- @runningfrom2am has a series in progress called 'Michigan Cherry' that's similar to this idea and it's so good plz check it out

His boys had said there was a performance Billy wouldn't want to miss.

Wondering what kind of show could get them so riled up when they had so little alcohol in them, he'd followed them to a small building on the outskirts of town.

It was a setup with a bar in the corner and tables scattered about. There was a stage on the opposite side of the bar, and his boys found a spot close to it at a long table as the rest of the crowd filtered in. It was a full house- he noticed the population was mostly male, but was intrigued by a decent number of women and children intermixed.

One of his friends brought him a drink and he thanked him, growing more curious by the second about what kind of show this was. Being relatively new in town, he hadn't heard of such a thing until tonight.

He got his answer when the raggedy curtains parted to reveal a group of women in colorful costumes. A band slightly to the side of them started to play as they began to contort their bodies to the music in ways Billy hadn't ever seen before.

They twisted and spun and bent enthrallingly, and he leaned back in his seat, impressed. It was fascinating, the way the music seemed to be playing to them instead of the other way around.

When the act ended, he clapped enthusiastically, turning to the friend on his left, but the man only smirked. "You haven't seen nothin' yet."

Slightly confused by his words, Billy turned back to the stage. As the show progressed, he realized the show was made up of a series of acts, seemingly unconnected but flowing together all the same.

A very tall woman dressed in sequins sang operatically, breaking an offered glass from the audience. Three little girls did backflips across the stage. An older lady pulled butterflies from her sleeves and disappeared into a cloud of smoke. The first group of women from the beginning made several appearances, dancing in ways that made Billy's head spin.

He could see why people were so fascinated by this, why they apparently came back night after night. It was unlike anything he'd ever seen before.

After a woman in a long dress finished a fan dance, Billy's other friend nudged his elbow. "Here it comes."

One of the cartwheeling little girls came out and introduced the next act, calling this performer "a siren". There was a loud cheer from the crowd, and Billy leaned forward on the table as the curtains reopened. Instantly his heart stuttered against his ribs, his mouth going dry.

Standing in the middle of the stage facing the audience was you.

You were stunning, in a light pink dress with a short skirt that made your legs look long and slender. Surveying the audience coyly, a smile grew on your face as you drank the audience's approval like water. It was like you lived off of it.

Billy watched, captivated, as you lifted your hands to stretch above your head, and a single violin from the band began to play. You opened your mouth, a sweet melody pouring from your throat.

He didn't recognize the language, but it was elegant as you sang it, pure emotion dripping from every word. Even though he couldn't understand you, he could understand you.

Tilting your head back, your voice became haunting, lower as the violin dipped down the scale with you. Reaching out your hand as if for your lover, your lyrics turned soft. The music paused, and you sang a single, foreboding line into the silence.

As you were frozen in your position, Billy was surprised by the utter stillness of the room. You commanded the audience with your being, your persona.

When the music continued, you sank to your knees and slid off the stage, trailing into the audience like a snake low in the grass. Now you were singing higher, your voice rich and lilting. As you swayed with every word he grew more and more entranced.

You made his heart beat faster, stole the breath from his lungs. He wanted to treasure you, cherish you as the audience cherished the gift of your performance.

Stopping for a moment and letting the violinist play, you twirled once and said in a mock disappointed voice, "I'm singing in French, but I don't see any French kissing? What's a girl gotta do?" The audience laughed at your little quip, and he found himself chuckling as well.

Spinning again, your little skirt fanned out, and Billy swore he could see glitter fly in your wake. A few of the men you passed fawned over you, but you hardly seemed to notice. It only seemed to make you more desirable.

At the conclusion of your song, you lifted yourself onto the table, his table, and crawled across it, lowering yourself into a pose on your side with your hair falling half over your face. About to grandly finish the song, you looked up and your eyes locked with his. For a second, you stared at him, and he felt something click as he offered you a little smile.

Seeming a little surprised, you smiled at him, and he saw through the character you were playing for a moment in time before you hit your final note, holding it long and clear like a swan's song. Thunderous applause and cheering from the audience ensued and you stood back up on the table, taking a long, well-deserved bow.

As you got off the table you looked back at Billy, giving him a wink and then disappearing backstage.

His friend pushed his shoulder. "What'd ya think?"

Billy was still under your spell, and he could only manage, "It was...it was good."

Laughing at the shell-shocked look in his eyes, his friend nodded knowingly. "Told ya you shouldn't miss it."

Both his boys went to go get another drink, and he followed them, the only thing really on his mind you. And when he'd be able to see you again.

Leaning against the bar, he surveyed the crowd casually, noticing some of the other performers mingling. Perking up, his eyes darted across the room, raking over the crush of people to try and find...

You were surrounded by a group of admirers; mostly male he noted. They seemed to be just as charmed as he had been by you, and you were reveling in the attention.

Billy just leaned against the bar, grinning at the sight. He'd never been this drawn to a girl before; not at first sight. Of course, he knew that likely had to do with you being an entertainer, but there was something else about you. The way you'd met his eyes, there was something raw and pure that had crackled between you.

He wanted to talk to you, but he also didn't want to get in the way of your fans, so he turned and accepted his drink from the bartender, trying to figure a way to get you alone.

As it turned out, he didn't need to, because you sidled up to him, leaning against the counter with that same coy look on your face you'd worn onstage. "Howdy."

"Evenin' ma'am," he tipped his hat, ignoring the rush of butterflies that fluttered around his heart.

Did you enjoy the show?" you seemed genuine in your asking despite the evidence that it had, indeed, been a good performance.

"Sure did," Billy confirmed, and you lit up. He wanted to make that smile stay, so he added, "You were wonderful."

"Oh, that's too kind of you." You seemed almost shy, which surprised him given how bold you were onstage. Even though you weren't all flashy and full of bravado now, there was still something about the way you spoke that was magnetic. All he saw was a sweet, pretty girl in a costume, not the "siren" you'd been introduced as. It was confirmed when you said, "I've never seen you before. Are you new in town or just new to the show?"

"Both," Billy lifted the brim of his hat. "Just rode in 'bout a week ago and I was told this was unmissable."

"I'm glad to hear tales of our prowess have reached the right ears," you tucked some of your hair behind your ear, your hand lingering there and twirling a strand. "What kinda work brought you to this corner of the world?"

"Just ranchin'," Billy explained, feeling like he could tell you anything at all. "I was on the road...well, on the run really, for a while and I'm turnin' to some honest work."

"How noble," you smiled as you said it. not seeming put off at all by his status as an outlaw. "One can always tell a good man by his intentions."

"You're mighty sweet, miss," he unconsciously smoothed a hand over his shirt, hoping it wasn't too wrinkled.

"Would you tell me your name?" you requested pleasantly.

Anything, he thought. "It's William H. Bonney on paper. Most folk call me Billy." Something about you wanting to know who he was had him weak.

You smiled something radiant and told him your name. He tested it out and it felt like honey on his tongue. Oh he was enchanted. Billy felt like a fool for falling for your charms, knowing you must capture the hearts of many every time you were on that stage. He couldn't at all help it. Everything about you drew him in, like you were a drug created specifically for the fine tunes of his addiction.

As you searched his eyes, he felt that spark again. It was absolutely electric, the way he felt when he looked at you. Billy had never felt such a connection before with anyone so quickly. Every facet of your being hypnotized him. And somehow, he knew you could feel the fire crackling between you too.

Standing up a little straight, you let go of the strand of hair you'd been holding. "Would you like to come back to my dressing room with me? We could talk more privately there." You said it with a slight air of nervousness that endeared you to him more.

The way you were looking at him he would have walked into the ocean if you'd asked. "I'd love to."

Your smile somehow burned brighter, and you took his hand, pulling him along with you to the back the room behind the stage. He followed you happily, smiling at the other performers lounging about the area, chatting idly. This was a safe space for them, he knew, and he felt lucky to have been allowed in.

Leading him to a back room, you shut the door behind him, turning around and leaning against it, smiling in relief. "What a lot of people don't know about this job is that I have to perform after the show too. But we're alone now so I don't have to."

He grinned, and you motioned to a chaise. "Sit. Make yourself at home."

Billy did, and he watched as you disappeared behind a screen set up in front, adjacent to the vanity on the wall. "I hope you don't mind if I get out of this." You referred to your costume.

"Not at all." He tried averting his eyes even though you were behind the screen, but the glow from the lantern behind it showed your silhouette removing your clothes. He could see you toss your costume over the side of the screen and shake out your hair. Pulling on a light chemise from a hook on the wall, you took a dressing gown and tied it around yourself. Reappearing before him, you came to sit beside him on the chaise.

Though you were wearing a chemise, the hem was short, and your dressing gown unfolded, revealing the skin of your thigh. You were oblivious to it, leaning against the backrest and propping your elbow on it to rest your cheek on. "Tell me more about yourself, Mr. Bonney. You've got me hooked."

That alluring smile again. He removed his hat, setting it to the side and crossing one leg over the other as he began to talk.

Billy found himself telling you things he normally wouldn't have confessed to a soul. The details of his family's immigration from Ireland, his mother's marriage to an awful man, his first arrest...it all came pouring out. He wasn't a man who talked by any means but around you he could feel himself becoming one.

You listened intently, looking at him like there wasn't a soul in the world more interesting than him. He'd never felt like anyone had been so utterly fascinated by him before.

He hadn't realized how many hours he'd been in there until he caught sight of the clock on your vanity. "Oh- my apologies, miss. Been takin' too much time and ya must be tired from tonight-"

"That's alright, Billy," you replied comfortably. "I like talking to you."

"Didn't let ya hardly get any talkin'," he chuckled.

"I enjoy listening to you then," you reaffirmed. He stood and you did too, retying the bow of your dressing gown that had loosened in the time you'd been sitting.

Billy picked up his hat. "Thank you for your time. I'd be pleased to get a chance to talk to ya 'gain."

"Likewise," you smiled. Seeming to have a thought just then, you said, "I never do this, but..." You reached over to your vanity and found a pen, sliding a piece of paper haphazardly across the table. Holding it up and using your hand as a hard surface to write on, you scribbled something brief and folded it in half, sealing it with a kiss on the back that left a lipstick mark.

Holding it out to him between two fingers, you raised your eyebrows playfully. "I've never let a man call on me before...but I want you to."

A slow smile spread across his face and he took the folded paper, tucking it into his shirt pocket. "Then I will."

Leaving the building, he smiled to himself, walking with a new bounce in his step. Billy found himself wanting to know every detail about you, every curve and crack and the flowers that grew between them.

His boys weren't too drunk to notice he was happy, and they pestered him the whole ride back, teasing him and asking relentlessly about who he'd met. Billy's spirits were too high to care, and he dreamt about you the whole way home, knowing he wasn't the only one doing so. But he found solace in knowing he wasn't imagining the seductive persona onstage.

It was the sweet, compassionate, joyful girl who smiled at him so softly that he thought of until sleep, where you then haunted his dreams.

#billy the kid #billy the kid x reader #billy the kid fanfiction #billy the kid x you #william h bonney x reader #william h bonney fanfiction #william h bonney x you #william h bonney imagines #william h bonney #billy the kid imagines #billy the kid imagine #billy the kid 2022

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brotherwtf · 5 months ago

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the whole thing of austin doing pottery and making callum an ashtray had me immediately thinking of john & gale doing pottery together on a date. what kind of dates do you think they’d enjoy going on together or they’d like to plan?

oh my God so cute anon!

John and Gale would DEFINITELY do pottery together, I feel like Gale would take it super serious and John would be trying to do the scene from "Ghost" the whole time. Gale would eventually have to banish him back to his pottery wheel just so he can get smth done.

I feel like John would take Gale to Lake Michigan if they lived in Wisconsin, they would spend a day out there with John goofing in the water and Gale watching him fondly from the beach. At the end of the day they would walk along the shore and hold hands, talking about everything and nothing

They would go to the movies together, I feel like John really likes those cheesy romcoms while Gale likes scifi movies. There's always something playing at the theater that interests them. I have this cute idea where they're both huge wimps when it comes to horror, so they spend Halloween night cuddled under a blanket and trying not to freak the fuck out as they watch a horror film that Curt recommended (they'll beat his ass for it later)

Gale likes to take John horseback riding; there's a place that offers trail riding near them and they go almost every week. Gale likes the calmness of it, while John likes to see Gale so in his element. It's one of their calmer dates for sure.

Hehe I'm giggling thinking about Gale taking John to an amusement park, but immediately getting chicken whenever John tries to get him on a ride. Finally, John is able to pull Gale onto a rollercoaster, and Gale immediately becomes a thrill junky. He loves the stomach dropping intensity of it, the speed, the height, he loves it all. Maybe they go to amusement parks a lot during the summer.

I think they also like to do picnics, taking lunch out into a park or open space near them and just enjoying each other's company. John will point out cloud shapes that he thinks are funny, and when night comes Gale would name all of the constellations they can see. They usually just end up making out under the stars, but they couldn't be happier.

Gale would take John to baseball games even though he doesn't understand what's going on, he just likes to see John bursting with excitement. He'll sit and eat his stadium hot dog and smile fondly at John's loud cheers and shouts. If their team wins, John would pick up Gale by the waist and spin him around triumphantly, both laughing like children.

John would take Gale to all sorts of science museums, he likes to hear Gale talk when he's excited. A lot of the stuff goes over his head, but he just likes to watch fondly as Gale's eyes widen at a scientific instrument or exhibit. They'll walk into the planetarium, and when it empties they'll kiss tenderly under the projected images.

oooo this one made me giddy I loved writing about it :,)

lmk y'all's hcs for this!

#mota #clegan #buck x bucky #john egan #gale cleven #asks

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my-lifes-reward · 2 years ago

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ATV Riding the Cedar Creek South Loop

This video is an afternoon of riding an ATV on the Cedar Creek Trail South Loop near Twin Lake, MI. On this mild and sunny November day, I drove the 13 mile loop that represents the Southern portion of this trail system. This trail is sandy and comfortably wide enough for any level of rider. The Cedar Creek views were spectacular! I drove the loop clockwise. There was some spotty water on the…

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#atv #atv trail riding #cedar creek #creek #loop #michigan #muskegon #pure michigan #trail ride #trail ride crush #twin lakes #two track #two tracking #water

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amiserableseriesofevents · 4 months ago

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[giving them a panicked hug] "no, no, no, no!" OR "shit, no, that's not what i meant." (if one of them inspires you dear 🥰)

After a week spent hiking, it's their turn! Modern AU, not Such Stuff related 🥰🏔️

John has been acting weird for weeks, and for the life of him Gale can't understand why.

For starters, he personally suggested the location for their holiday, a task that usually Gale takes on; one day he came home to a depliant of a quaint camping site in the mountains, amidst the nature, with suggestions on several hiking trails. It's not the first holiday they've spent hiking, they both like to stay outside and breath fresh air when they're not in the office and they're both in good enough shape to take on even steeper trails if the view is worth it, and it seemed like this particular place meant a lot to John so Gale had agreed to his plan, secretly pleased that he was the one taking the initiative for once.

That was only the first weirdness, though.

Since then, John keeps acting like he's hiding something and he's such a terrible liar that Gale knows something is going on, he just knows it.

He packed his own suitcase without accepting any help from Gale, and he triple checked everything before leaving when he's usually one to shrug and say he'll deal with it even if he forgets to pack something crucial like a clean pair of pants or a toothbrush. If it were winter Gale would think John's hiding his birthday present; but it's fucking July, their anniversary is not coming for two more months, and Gale cannot think about another date worth celebrating.

The strangest thing though happened just this morning, when they were getting ready for the hike and John dressed all in blue – an extremely sober choice for him that usually wears clashing colors like a hot pink tank top with yellow shorts and neon green socks. “Are you feeling alright?” Gale ventured to ask him, genuinely worried.

“Yeah of course Buck, why?” Was John's answer, with a hint of hysterics in his voice, so Gale decided to not push him; whatever is going on with him, sooner or later Bucky will tell him.

The hike he's chosen for today is splendid: a narrow dirt track amongst tall trees whose shadow provide a welcome respite from the summer heat, the air filled with the fragrant smell of resin and dirt. John told him there's a lake waiting for them at the end of the trail, with several bits of sandy shore all around where they can lie their picnic blanket and rest after the long walk.

“It's pear shaped, you know Buck? The lake I mean,” John tells him, his rambling never stopping even when he'd need to save his breath. “It's great, you're gonna love it. The water's a bit cold but no worse than Lake Michigan.”

“You came here with your family, right?”

“Yup, for three summers when I was a kid. I've always wanted to come back and I thought, what better chance to do it than, ah, with you, my love,” John answers, clearly almost giving up his secret. Gale feels his gaze on him, nervous, and he smiles back at him, grabbing his hand. He's not usually the type for PDA, but they're alone in a forest and John seems to be needing it, so Gale weaves their fingers together and they keep walking like that for a while, careful not to jostle each other on the uneven ground.

“I'm happy you decided to bring me here,” Gale says after a while. “Thank you for always sharing these things with me, John. It means a whole lot.”

John pulls him closer for a kiss, then stares seriously in his eyes. “I'll always share everything with you Buck, I promise,” he tells him. Gale hesitates, wondering if that's John way of suggesting him to ask about whatever he's hiding right now, but then John's focus shifts back to the trail and he decides to drop the subject.

After an hour or so they reach the last part of the trail, the hardest one: a steep staircase carved into the side of the mountain, more or less thirty steps to reach the other side before climbing down to the lake's shore.

“Once we're up there we'll be able to see the lake!” John exclaims, his childish enthusiasm making him all the more jittery, a smile on his face wider than any Gale has seen before.

Gale goes first, eager to catch a glimpse on the view. The sun beats down on him, unforgiving, and he feels beads of sweat forming along his hairline, his t-shirt progressively more and more stuck to his back. There are more step than John remembered, bordering on sixty, but once Gale reaches the top he immediately forgives him for his inaccuracy because the view is truly breathtaking: the lake is blue, the deepest blue Gale has ever seen in his life, and the light hits it just right so that parts of its surface look like they're made of shimmering diamonds. All around the shore there are more tall trees, their bright green in contrast with the sapphire hue of the water and the turquoise of the sky, dotted here and there with fluffy white clouds.

Gale leans back against the rock wall, breathless and mesmerized. He hears John reaching the peak after him but doesn't turn too him, too entranced by the view. “John. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen,” he says, voice shaky with wonder.

“I know, right?” John says, and by the mirth in his voice Gale knows that he's looking at him and not at the view. He turns to him, ready to affectionately scold him, and he finds him down on one knee with a small box in hand.

His brain short-circuits.

“No!”

How did he not think about it? Every single one of John's weirdnesses of the past few months suddenly makes sense: he chose a place that meant a lot to him, dressed all nice for Gale, and waited for the best possible moment to propose. He can't believe it. It was so obvious, so-

It's only when he notices that John has gone pale, his eyes wide with confusion and heartbreak, that he realizes he's spoken out loud. John got down on one knee to propose, and he shouted no at him.

“No?" John asks, little more than a whimper.

"Shit, no, that's not what I meant!” Gale says, frantically trying to make up for his mistake. “It was a no to me, not to you! Because I've been trying to understand what was going on with you for weeks and now that I know it was so obvious, I can't believe I couldn't see it!”

“...so?” John asks, still on one knee.

“Ask the question. I promise I'm not gonna say no.”

“You promise?”

Gale nods, and John takes a deep breath. “Buck, my love, will you marry me?”

“Yes!” Gale shouts, louder than the no he spoke before, and throws himself at John when the other rises back on his feet, kissing him with all the passion and joy he can muster.

“Buck, the ring!” John tells him between kisses, and Gale reluctantly lets him go; there are tears on John's face and in his eyes, but Gale hopes they're of happiness just like the ones he feels wet on his cheeks.

The ring is beautiful, a simple silver band with a B engraved on the inside. “It's perfect, John” Gale tells him, beaming.

John gives him a kiss on the tip of the nose. “Never do something like that again,” he half threatens, half pleads. “I was about to throw myself in the lake from here.”

“I promise. I'll make it up to you.”

“Your wedding vows better be fucking fire, Buck.”

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striptease | luke hughes

summary: fuck if i know. inspired by the song striptease by carwash. secret relationship??? with my favorite man, luke hughes!

warnings: cursing, horrible writing?? uhh lmk if there’s more!?

word count: 2606 words

authors note: this man got me going lalalala i be kicking my feet and giggling while looking at photos of him on pinterest. someone sedate me. also this is my first tumblr fic and first time ever writing with a reader insert so i apologize if it’s horrible!!

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Luke had a smile on his face as he stood with his friends, a cold beer in his hand that he had been nursing for the past thirty minutes beginning to grow warm causing the glass to sweat, droplets of water sliding down to his fingers bringing him back to the conversation that the group was talking about.

"East Carolina sucked ass tonight!" Mark shouted with a laugh, his shoulders bouncing with the noise causing the mixed drink he had to splash in his cup.

"Umich is better." Jack grinned, shrugging as he lifted his beer to his lips to take a small sip.

You snorted from where you sat back against the couch next to Quinn who was mindlessly staring at the ceiling, having one too many drinks already and they had only been at the party for an hour.

"Rich coming from someone who didn't even come here." Your eyebrows pulled into a furrow as you stretched up your leg to nudge Jack who had been standing close.

Luke and you have known each other since freshman year, meeting whenever you asked him if you were in the right class. You weren't. You weren't even in the right building. You were lucky though because Luke had offered to walk you to the correct class and building.

From that moment he became absolutely intrigued in you. Bringing you around to the sophomore house where you ended up meeting some of his teammates. He was glad you connected with them almost instantly, understanding their humor. He was even more glad that you were also intrigued with him.

And you weren't afraid to show it. With lingering touches whenever no one was around and longing stares whenever someone was around to the kiss the two of you had shared merely two hours ago in a bathroom at Michigan Stadium just seconds after the game had ended leaving both his and your lips swollen.

Your shoelaces had been untied and you asked him for help, earning a few chirps from Rutger and a knowing look from his girlfriend, Kayleigh, and an eye roll from Jack who had told you two to not take too long. As soon as he hit the stall door, your lips were on his as if you had been starved.

He recalled the brief conversation you two had while your guys hands roamed one another. "Your shoelaces." He had breathed out in a quiet whisper against your lips that made you feel like hot wax was being poured down your spine, knowing for sure that other people were in the bathroom with them.

"That's how I like mine." You grinned up at him, the fabric of his maize colored University of Michigan jersey balled into your fists as you brought him closer, lifting him off the back stall as closer to you.

The moment was interrupted by his phone ringing, Quinn calling him to tell the two of you to hurry up earning a groan from you that he quickly cut off by smashing his lips against yours once more, despite his brother who was nagging him over the phone. "We'll be there in a second." He said whenever you pulled back to trail your kisses down his neck before he hung up, not waiting for a response from Quinn.

As you dragged him out of the bathroom whenever the coast was clear, your fingers intertwined as you stalked to the parking lot where your group of friends were waiting for you, he was rambling like a teenager who was experiencing his first love. He practically was.

"We could just runaway to, I don't know, — Mexico! We could run away to Mexico," he rambled, his eyes on your linked hands as he stumbled over his feet, certainly getting his new shoes dirty. "Not tell anybody." Your arm move with his shrug.

You playfully scoffed as you looked back to him, smiling at him. "As if, you're a professional hockey player." You shook your head as the wind blew your hair which for some reason he really liked for whatever reason.

That moment felt like a dream. You felt like a dream. He had snorted to himself at the thought, shaking his head along with the thoughts from his brain. Much to like right now as he stood there, distracted again by the moment you shared as he shook his head whenever Luca slapped his back.

"What you thinking about?" Luca's breath smelled like beer as he clung onto his old teammate, a dopey grin on his face as he looked around at the group.

"You would know if it was your business." Luke had quickly retorted as he looked over to his friend who playfully rolled his eyes.

"Come on, Jack and coke for your thoughts?" Ethan held out his red solo cup, one of his eyebrow raising as he tilted it to him.

Luke rolled his eyes despite the smile on his face as he chuckled, his shoulders rising and lowering. "It's classified," he switched his beer to his other hand to wipe the collected condensation off onto Luca's shirt. "Besides, you put too much whiskey in your drinks." He eyed his friend.

"Then another beer for your thoughts." Ethan shrugged as he leaned back against the couch, earning a grunt from Quinn who told him to stop moving.

Before Luke could open his mouth and spew out another witty comment, you spoke up. "Let it rest, guys," you laughed from behind your can as you looked up at Luke. Your eyes alone could make him melt on the spot. "He's probably thinking about hockey. Aren't you, Luke?" You questioned as your left eyebrow perked up, hiding your smile behind your drink. You knew what he was thinking about.

Luke nodded, his lips stilling into a gap momentarily before he finally spoke, "yeah, hockey." He finally got out, his eyes never leaving yours as he studied the mischievous glint that shimmered in your irises.

Owen rolled his eyes and stood up from the arm of the couch, shaking his head. "Whatever you say, dude." His teasing tone made Luke's face flush as he chuckled, looking down to his beer bottle as his tongue swiped against the inside of his lip, bulging the skin out momentarily. "I'm going to get another drink, anyone want?" His eyes scanned his group of friends, only getting a reply from Kent and Gavin.

"I'll come with you!" You chirped as you stood up quickly, earning a shriek from Quinn seeing as to how you were practically supporting his drunk body. Owen began to trail towards the kitchen with you in tow but not before you pretended to stumble into Luke.

Instinctively, his placed his hands on your hips to help you stand up straight. You weren't drunk, only having one Mai Tai so far. He knew that. So why were you acting like this. "You okay?" He asked with his hands still on your waist.

"Quinn's feet were in the way." You muttered as your slid your hands down his forearms quickly, sending shivers up his spine as you grabbed his hands. "Thank you." You chuckled, pulling his hands off of your clothed hips but not before slipping something into his hand.

Before he could question you, you were skipping towards the kitchen and gone. His eyebrows pulled together as he held onto what felt like thick paper. His assumption were correct as he flipped over his hand, holding a folded up and torn napkin. He looked up and through his eyelashes, making sure no one was paying attention before he tried to the best of his ability to be discreet about unraveling the napkin to see a few words written with your lip liner. The same lip liner that had decorated his skin before he had wiped it off.

'ditch w/ me? meet me outside in five.'

He reread the note for what seemed to be a thousand times, eventually mumbling the words to himself. Whenever he finally got the words registered and a remembrance of your smudged note imprinted in his brain, he looked up to scan the crowd.

His eyes met yours, watching as you said a few words to Owen who began to make his way back to the group with beers in hand. He noticed how you tilted your head as you held up your best poker face. Your hair slid from your shoulder and swung as it hit your back as Owen said something back to you with a small nod, a look of sincerity on his face.

Luke's eyebrows furrowed deeper as he wondered what the conversation was about, watching as you spun around and made your way out of the house, leaving Owen on his own to make his way through the crowd.

"She's going outside to get some air," the dark haired boy said as he passed the beers to his friends before continuing, "said it was too stuffy in here or something." He twisted the cap off the beer before letting it drop to the floor beneath him, lifting the bottle to his lips to take a long sip.

Like counted down the seconds until he could meet you outside, chirping into the conversation every now and then as he bounced on the balls of his feet. He glanced down to the watch that decorated his wrist before realizing he had only a minute left and should probably be making his way outside.

"Hey, I'm gonna go check up on her," he said mid conversation, passing his bottle over to Kayleigh who stood by Rutger. "I'll be back." He gave a thin lipped smile before he rushed away from the group having a feeling that he wouldn't be back.

Luke maneuvered through the crowd, giving a few nods to people who noticed him and turned down the girls that placed light touches to his skin. He grumbled as he made it past a group, grabbing hold of the cool medal of the doorknob before opening it. He let out a small breath whenever he made it outside, the cool air of the Michigan night coming into contact with him and nipping at his skin. But he couldn't worry about that as his eyes scanned the lawn for you.

You had been leaned against a light pole that shined down on you with another Mai Tai in hand that you looked disinterested in, spinning the can around as your nose scrunched and pulled your face into a gentle scowl.

He chuckled as he jogged down the steps, adjusting his hat that covered his curls while taking a glance back to the door to make sure no one else followed him out. Fortunately, no one had. He smiled to himself as he continued to jog towards you.

Your eyes lifted from the silver top of the red can, a smile coming onto your lips as you pushed yourself off the light pole. "You're early." You pointed out as you held the can in your hands, looking up at him.

"Couldn't wait." He sounded breathless and you knew it wasn't from his short jog. You lightly smirked as you looked behind you, placing your can down on the roof of someone's car without a care in the world.

"C'mon." You said and took his hand for the third time that night, beginning to pull him down the street and towards his car.

Neither of you had a destination, just wanting to be with one another in a secluded area. The worst part of Luke's job was the attention that came with it. He was a hockey superstar and you were a college student with no want or need for spotlight. At least not right now. Keeping your relationship on low from the world also meant keeping your relationship on the low from your friends. It's not that the two of you didn't trust them, it's just that neither of you wanted to risk what you guys had. You and Luke were both content with how things were going right then as you sat in the car, his left hand on the wheel as he drove away from the party and his right hand intertwined with yours.

The stereo slapped him across the face, playing a familiar tune of a song from the late eighties playing loudly as the two of you sat quietly, merely taking in one another's company as the two of you made your guys way out of Ann Arbor.

Luke had goosebumps from the light rub of your thumb against his knuckles as he took the backroads to get to Fenton. He hummed along to the song, eyes concentrated on the road as he let off of the gas pedal to slow down before turning the car to the left, making his way into Fenton.

You let your hand disconnect from his, sliding your arm over the center console to the point your ribcage pressed against it but you didn't mind as your hand rested on his thigh. He swallowed a noise that threatened to spill, instead letting out a shaky breath as your hand inched inched closer to where he needed you.

"My house is not far," you breathed out, still looking out the window as he slowed down at the red stoplight giving you a sight of the closed bank. "And no one's home." You added on, leaning your head back against the headrest.

Luke's breathing was labored as he understood what you meant. He was nervous to say the least seeing as to how the two of you haven't progressed that far your relationship. "Maybe we can just go to one of the lakes?" His voice was high pitched and he was sure he would've cared if the palm of your hand wasn't against him.

You let out a playful scoff, turning your head to look at him. Whenever you realized he was being serious and his nervousness was radiating off of him like his body heat, you rolled your eyes and unbuckled your seatbelt.

He watched from the corner of his eye as you adjusted to sit on your knees in the seat, retracting your hand from his lap to his arm that was on the center console. You were silent for a moment as you thought through your next words.

You leaned forward, your large jersey hanging low and skimming the surface of the console and his arm. "I think we both know what we need, Luke." You whispered out, your lips ghosting over his neck as you continued to look up at his eyes.

Luke stared at the light that seemed like it was going to bleed to death before he sighed and looked over to you. You were right, you did know what he needed in that moment. And for the moments to come. He inaudibly gulped but his adams apple bobbed slightly as he watched a grin grow onto your face.

"Okay." He whispered out, nodding as he kept his eyes on yours.

Your grin only grew from his confirmation as you leaned in closer, pressing your lips against his. It wasn't the most comfortable position for you but that was the last of your worries at the moment. All that mattered was him.

The light turned green, illuminating your guys skin causing you to pull away and press delicate kisses to his jaw. "Take a left." You muttered against his jaw before you made your way down to his neck bringing his skin between your lips, listening to his heavy breaths as he followed your directions to your house.

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