#naqia's blurb weekend!

[jackhues]

"God, you look so beautiful; I must be fucking dreaming.” "I love you more than the universe itself." "I never knew I could feel like this with anyone." "Mmm, you smell nice." with jack hughes

aww this is too cute!

"why are you literally burrowing yourself into me?" jack asked with a laugh.

you ignored him, continuing your attempt to practically crawl into his skin.

"y/n," he complained, resting his hands on your waist and maneuvering so that the two of you were now laying down on the couch.

"thank you," you grinned up at him quickly, before burying your face into his neck. "mmm, you smell nice for once."

"thank you," jack used the same tone you had earlier.

you rolled your eyes, cutting off halfway as a yawn escaped your lips.

jack laughed, pulling you close as he ran his hands softly through your hair.

his comforting scent, his fingers running through your hair, and his heart beating below you slowly lulled you to sleep.

jack smiled to himself as he watched you sleep, his heart bursting at the affection and love he felt for you.

"i never knew i could feel like this with anyone," he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "god, you look so beautiful, i must be fucking dreaming."

your only response was the soft breaths you let out as you slept peacefully.

"i love you more than the universe itself," jack whispered. "and i'm gonna spend the rest of my life proving it to you."

[jackhues]

‘one just casually sitting down on the other's lap and they start internally freaking the hell out’ with nico hischier :)

ooh i love this, haven't written for nico in a hot minute

you nodded to whatever your friend was saying, taking a sip of your drink.

it was summer in switzerland, and nico - a childhood friend - had invited some of his friends over for a backyard barbeque, you included.

it was supposed to be a fun evening for all of you to relax and reconnect - and so far, it had been.

"i call that chair," your friend said quickly, sitting on the last empty chair around the fire.

you rolled your eyes with a little smile, but didn't really mind.

"can i sit here?" you asked nico, motioning to the armrest on his chair.

"yeah, yeah sure," he nodded, allowing you to sit on the armrest and continue your conversation with your friend.

the night continued, all of you enjoying the chance to be able to unwind in each other's presence. as the night grew longer, the pain in your bottom seemed to increase as well.

after twenty minutes, you couldn't take it, sliding off the armrest and onto nico's lap.

it wasn't a big deal between you guys. all of your friends sat on each other all the time. with such a large friend group, there were rarely ever enough chairs.

after a split second of hesitation, nico wrapped an arm around your waist to hold you steady.

you ignored the butterflies in your stomach by taking a deep swig of the drink in your hand.

behind you, nico his his face to try and conceal the emotions he was feeling. you were his oldest friend, probably his best friend. and here you were now, sitting in his lap - and he liked it.

he bit his lip, trying not to imagine what if would be like to truly call you his.

if only he knew you were thinking the same thing.

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[jackhues]

request: breaking down mid-hug because they just needed this so much with jack being the one who breaks (after a long road trip? vacation? smth else?)

aghh loving this!

jack couldn't wait any longer.

it'd been two weeks on that roadtrip. two weeks of long games, more wins than losses, of where jack himself just didn't feel right.

the rain pounded down, but he didn't want to wait for a bus. he needed to see you, and - he just needed to see you.

a car honked, causing him to raise his hand in apology as he continued running towards your house.

y/n, y/n, y/n.

you were so close, and he just needed you.

jack turned down the familiar street, his footsteps pounding harder against the ground as he neared his destination, as he neared you.

he knocked frantically on your door, the idea of being so close to you almost overwhelming.

he'd been so caught up in the fantasy of seeing you again, that when you actually opened to door to reveal a sopping jack, he froze at the sight of you.

"jack," you breathed out.

you knew your boyfriend was coming back today, but he was supposed to go back to his own place - not come to yours. and definitely not soaking wet.

"what are you doing here? come inside," you dragged him into your house. "your gonna catch a cold."

"i just... i just needed to see you."

"c'mere," you whispered softly, pulling him close to you.

jack buried his face in the crook of your neck, allowing your sweet nothings to wash over him.

maybe it was the delicacy of your voice, or your firm grip reminding him you were still here... but it all began to pile up.

he wrapped his arms around you, an assurance to himself that you were here, and for the first time, jack let himself break.

but it's okay. because you were right there, you always would be.

you were there to help him piece himself together after it all.

[jackhues]

For blurb weekend, could I please get something fluffy with Quinn or Jack? Maybe Quinn or Jack taking care of his girlfriend who had too much to drink? 🤭

ooh, i love this! gonna go with quinner bcz i feel like i haven't written for him in very long!

"who's that? he's hot," you stage whispered to your best friend.

she rolled her eyes with a smile, your failed attempt at being discreet causing the 'hot guy' to laugh as well.

"oh my god, he's looking this way," you continued in your loud whisper. "don't look at him!"

your best friend tried to hold in her laugh, raising her hands in surrender and turning away quickly.

a tap on your shoulder caused you to turn.

"talking about me, are we?" the hot guy grinned cheekily.

"absolutely not," you pretended to look offended. "we were... i don't remember what we were talking about."

the hot guy tried to hide his amusement, "alright, i take it that's our cue to head on home."

"i'm sorry sir," you held a hand out. "you may be hot, but i have a boyfriend."

your best friend shook her head, laughing as she patted the hot guy's shoulder in sympathy. "yeah, i'll let you handle her for the rest of the night. bye guys!"

"c'mon y/n," the hot guy groaned, trying to help you up. "you're absolutely wasted, and i already know you're gonna have a killer hangover tomorrow."

"hangover or not, i'm loyal to my boyfriend," you insisted.

"i am your boyfriend," the guy said, exasperated. "it's me, quinn. remember? please remember quickly, i wanna go home now."

"quinny," you grinned, finally taking his hand and letting him help you get to your feet. you poked his cheek muttering to yourself, "wow, i have good taste."

maybe it was just the lighting, but you could've sworn he blushed.

"yeah, sure," he mumbled, leading you out and into his car.

he reached over, buckling your seatbelt and kissing your forehead as he pulled away.

"don't fall asleep," he warned. "i'm not carrying you inside."

"yeah sure," you mimicked his voice earlier.

quinn laughed as he settled into his own seat. you leaned back, smiling to yourself as quinn drove you two back home.

you were going to have a killer hangover tomorrow, you knew that. but right now, being with quinn, laughing with him, it was worth everything.

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[jackhues]

"You're so beautiful. They should make like a sculpture of you." maybe cuddling with zegras while looking at his tattoos cuz he has the nike statue on his arm

aww i love this idea!

you traced trevor's tattoos, your eyes repeatedly being drawn towards a specific one.

his tattoo of nike - the greek goddess of victory.

"whatcha looking at?" trevor smiled, brushing the hair out of your face.

you shrugged a little, tracing his tattoo. "nike. i think that's my favourite tattoo. it looks so pretty."

"you look so pretty," trevor remarked, and he meant it.

the way you bit your lip in concentration, focusing on nothing except the tattoo you were tracing - you were the most beautiful thing in his eyes.

"oh please," you scoffed, rolling your eyes as you continued tracing his tattoo.

"no really," he insisted. "you're so beautiful. they should make a sculpture of you. now that's a tattoo i'd get."

[jackhues]

mumbling into their chest, "just hold me" and "loving you is never a task, it's a privilege. with jack hughes

i hope you like it :)

"hey, what's wrong?"

you looked up at jack, unable to explain why you were even crying.

to be honest, you weren't sure. work, school, and a bajillion other things had piled up on you without warning, causing you to end up overwhelmed and crying on the bathroom floor.

"please, just hold me," you whispered.

jack scooped you up in his arms, rocking you as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

"i'm sorry," you muttered, your voice croaky. "i'm so sorry for making you do this-"

"hey, stop that," jack said sternly. "i'm here because i want to be, okay? loving you is never a task, it's a privilege. don't be sorry, because i'm here and i'm not going anywhere. i want to do this."

you allowed jack to continue holding you, calming you down. your brain told you to say sorry, but you knew jack didn't that.

"thank you," you whispered instead.

[jackhues]

“you’re blushing.” “am not!” With Trevor but himbeing the one blushing

aww i love this idea!

"look at you, all handsome in your new suit," you grinned at your best friend.

it was draft day, and trevor had dressed up in a new suit that he'd bought just for today (with you advising him, of course).

"stop it," he groaned, fixing his suit sleeves and trying to hide his face.

you noticed immediately, bending your neck to try and get a better look at his face.

"you're blushing!" you grinned. "i just made the trevor zegras blush!"

"am not!" he protested.

"whatever you say," you tried to hide your smile.

you waved as his mom entered the room, all dressed up and ready to take trevor to the draft.

"trevor honey, why are your cheeks red?"

"mom!"

[jackhues]

"can i have one more hug?" "aw, babe you don't have to ask, c'mere..." + Quinn Hughes please?

ahh this is so cute!!

you snuggled closer into your blanket, sniffling.

crumpled tissues, empty water bottles, and three different types of medicine surrounded you.

you'd been attacked by a horrible cold, taking away all of your strength. you were sick, and cold and tired.

"i'll be back in a few hours," quinn, your boyfriend, said standing in the doorway.

he had practice today, which meant you were going to be left alone to wallow in your sickness for a few hours.

it wasn't that bad, but you were sick so you had the right to be dramatic.

"wait!" you called out, your voice scratchy.

"yeah?" quinn poked his head back in immediately. "are you okay? you need something? should i cancel-"

"no, no," you shook your head, sinking deeper in your blankets, suddenly feeling embarrassed for asking him to wait. "i just... can i have one more hug?"

quinn's eyes softened immediately, "aw, babe, you don't have to ask."

he walked over, pulling you close to him. you pressed your forehead against his chest, allowing yourself to rest there for a moment. you didn't realize how much you needed that hug until right then.

"thank you," you whispered.

"anytime, baby. anytime."

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[jackhues]

their breath hitching whenever the other gets a little closer with jack?

okay, okay, here you go! i have no idea where i was gonna go with this, but i kinda like the angst. should i make it a series or smth??

jack raised an eyebrow at you from across the room.

you tried to ignore him, you really did. but you couldn't.

he knew that, because he couldn't ignore you either. the adrenaline the two of you got from the stolen kisses, the hidden glances, it was too much fun to let go of.

that's all you two were doing. having fun.

at least until the day you found yourself falling for him.

"you've been ignoring me," he said, finally catching you alone.

"i haven't," you answered. "i've just been busy with all the wedding planning."

the wedding of your best friend to jack's best friend. the two of them were the only reason you and jack had started this whole thing between you two.

"well, the wedding's pretty much over now," jack mumbled, dropping his head to press soft kisses against your neck, causing your breath to hitch. "i don't think anyone will notice if we leave them for a bit, huh?"

"i'm moving back to california," you blurted.

jack froze, lifting his head as if he didn't hear you properly.

"california," you repeated. "i'm moving back to california to finish up my masters, and i've even got a job opportunity from the office branch there. if i maintain good grades, i've got a job there."

jack tilted his head, but kept his voice dangerously neutral, "so you're leaving when? after the wedding?"

"in two days," you muttered, trying to read his expression. "don't - don't be mad-"

"why would i be mad?" he made a face. "i mean, if anything i guess i'm... happy for you? you're going to school, you're getting a job. you have a nice life. and hey, if i'm ever down in california, i might stop by for some fun."

fun, the word hung over you. that's all you were to him.

just fun.

[jackhues]

‘when the other holds onto their waist briefly as they're passing by and it just send chills down their spine’ for like hughes if you don’t mind writing for him <3

yeah ofc, i'll write for luke! this takes place while he's in mich

the music was too loud, but you didn't care.

judging by the number of people passed out drunk around the house, they didn't care either.

lights flashed, people danced, and it seemed like the whole word had assembled for a frat party.

you grinned to yourself at the sight of the umich hockey boys - the school's favourite sports boys. you caught the eye of one of them.

luke hughes.

one of the best d-men on the team, you'd grown used to the fame around him throughout the course of your... situationship.

luke leaned against the kitchen counter, a few of the hockey boys surrounded him, obviously recounting some stupid hockey story.

you held luke's gaze, walking towards him. he straightened in anticipation, but you just reached past him, grabbing a can of beer.

his fingers brushed your waist, sending sparks shooting up your spine, but you ignored them.

you pulled back to see luke's gaze on yours, heated. with a small smirk, you turned and walked away.

maybe this back and forth was wrong, but it felt so right.

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[jackhues]

maybe do a fic for jack hughes based on the song 2 much by justin bieber

ooh, hope you like this!

say "love you" under my breath, more times than you can digest

you sat forward, telling jack all about your day. from the moment you woke up, to the two of you sitting down on your kitchen floor, sharing everything.

jack smiled as he listened to you, muttering a soft "i love you," under his breath.

"what was that?" you asked, pausing your story.

jack was tempted to tell you, but he merely shook his head and allowed you to continue.

he'd much rather hear your voice.

music every time i hear your name, oh

"how's y/n?" nico asked jack one day after practice. "i haven't seen her in forever. i'm craving one of her chocolate chip cookies."

"oh, yeah, she's amazing," jack grinned stupidly, just the sound of your name bringing him joy.

nico noticed immediately, smiling to himself as he admired how in love you two were.

your head's laying right on my chest, sun's up but i still ain't got no rest

jack ran his fingers through your hair softly, admiring you.

you slept with your head on his chest and arms wrapped around him, as if he was a body pillow instead of a human. jack didn't care.

he was too busy spending the night thinking of how lucky he was anyways.

don't wanna close my eyes, i'm scared i'll miss too much

jack had just come back from a late game, and was laying on the couch with you, watching a movie.

he was tired and sleepy, but he kept his eyes open, refusing to let himself fall asleep.

"jack, honey, i think you need sleep," you whispered, running your fingers through his hair. "you look exhausted."

"i'm okay," jack whispered, yawning immediately after that statement.

"alright, let's go to bed," you decided, turning the t.v. off and leading jack towards your room.

don't wanna fall asleep, i'd rather fall in love

jack lay next to you, holding you close.

even though he was exhausted, he didn't want to sleep. he'd rather hold you close, trace your features in the dark.

he'd rather fall in love.

[jackhues]

so sorry for sending in this so late! could i get wearing the others' clothes so that it can at least feel like they're hugging them, even for just a moment with shohei? thank you 🫶🏼

ohmygod, i was waiting for someone to request him!!

the baseball game was background noise to you.

you had your laptop open, working to finish up a proposal you had to present in a few days.

normally, your boyfriend would be coming over to you with a cup of coffer around now, reminding you to take a break and breathe. not today.

instead, he was on your t.v. screen, pitching strike after strike in the bottom of the inning.

you sighed, pushing the laptop away as it all grew too overwhelming for you to handle. with work piling up, and shohei gone on a long road trip, you needed to remind yourself to just... take a break.

you opened your closet door, pulling out one of shohei's favourite hoodies and slipping it on.

he told you once before that he never really liked that hoodie - not until you started stealing it.

almost as if he knew you'd need it, he left it behind for you.

you took a deep breath, the hoodie still smelling like he did.

and just for a moment, it felt like he was right there next to you.

[jackhues]

Hi could you do this prompt “holding onto a stuffed animal/pillow, imagining that it's their lover in their embrace instead” for jack and it be like him coming home from a roadie and seeing them sleeping like that. Hope this makes sense sorry

aww this is so cute, i hope you like it!!

you reached for your stuffed giraffe, one that jack had got for you on one of your dates.

it'd been a long few days, with him on a tough road trip and you preparing for final exams.

"looks like it's just you and me tonight, nessa," you muttered, pulling the pink giraffe close to yourself as you climbed under the covers.

you held nessa close, closing your eyes and pretending that it was jack here with you instead. sleep came a little easier that night.

-

jack eased the bedroom door open slowly.

he knew you were going through a tough time studying for exams, and he didn't want to ruin your sleep on top of that.

he was about to climb into bed next to you, pausing as he saw nessa in your arms. the stuffed giraffe he got for you on a date to the carnival years ago. he didn't realize you still kept it.

"i'm here now," he whispered, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close.

"i'm here now," he promised.

[jackhues]

blurb wknd!! "i don't think either of us are qualified for this but sure, go for it.” w nico

ooh, this is a fun one!

"okay, i can't take it anymore," nico said suddenly.

you froze in the middle of typing your email. "what?"

"that lightbulb!" he said, motioning to the light above you. "it's been flickering for three days, and it's driving me crazy. i'm changing the lightbulb."

"i don't think either of us are qualified for that, but sure. go for it," you said, pushing back and giving nico room.

"you don't need to be qualified to change a lightbulb," nico rolled his eyes.

"i wouldn't know, i've never done that before," you answered.

nico laughed, grabbing a step stool and a lightbulb, reaching up to try and change it.

five minutes later, and your light had been dismantled, but the bulb still hadn't been replaced.

"want me to call someone?" you asked.

"yes please," nico muttered.

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"Be careful.Yeah, yeah, there you go, you got it." zegras teaching you how to skate

here you go!

"what do you mean i have to tie them tighter?"

you stared at trevor, bewildered. you'd never gone skating before, and of course, your hockey playing boyfriend thought now was the perfect time.

"if i tie them any tighter, i'll lose the blood flow to my feet," you continued.

"yeah... that's kinda the idea," trevor shrugged, taking a seat in front of you and reaching over to tie your skates.

your eyes widened as trevor made them impossibly tight, but you didn't complain. his skates were on the same way.

"c'mon," trevor allowed you to latch on to his arm as he helped you make your way on the ice.

you went around once once with him, before deciding to try on your own.

"be careful," trevor warned as you nearly lost your footing. "yeah, yeah, there you go, you got it!"

you looked up at him grinning as you began to skate past him. for once, you weren't scared of falling.

trevor would be there to catch you.

[jackhues]

for the blurb weekend, heart pounding whenever the other does so much as to hold onto their wrist while guiding them through a crowd with quinn hughes bc i get lost in crowds quite easily

love you! 💕💕

mwah 🫶🏽 here you go, hope you like it!

the crowd in front of you seemed entirely unnecessary.

sure, there was a huge sale at one of the nicest stores in the mall, but it didn't mean that a horde of people needed to show up at eight-thirty in the morning to grab whatever they could.

of course, you were one of those people.

"that section!" you reached on your tiptoes to tell quinn. you pointed towards the direction where the shoes were - where hopefully the one you'd been eyeing for weeks still was.

"c'mon," quinn said, making his way through the crowd that separated the two of you, and the shoe section.

almost instinctively, quinn's hand came around your wrist as he walked ahead to clear space for the two of you through the crowd.

you tried to ignore the nervousness of being in a crowd, and focus on the feeling of quinn's fingers around your waist.

unfortunately, that brought on a different type of nervousness.

the two of you were close friends, and occasionally flirted here and there - but you were never sure if there were feelings involved on his end.

it confused you because sometimes he was laughing and thanking you for being his friend, while other times, he held you close as he walked through the crowd with you because he knew you hated getting lost.

slowly, his fingers trailed down your wrist, almost as a question.

you didn't waste time interlocking them together.