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sparks fly

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

lh43 x childhood!bestfriend

warnings: none?!?!

she missed him, and he missed her. with hockey season starting he was a mess. they had gotten paired together for a project in their english class. it was awkward, none of them knowing what to say.

The way you move is like a full-on rainstorm

And I'm a house of cards

they sat in class trying to figure out the topic they should research about. still no words spoken, luke couldn’t help but admire her as she worked. the way her hair kept falling in front of her face, and how she bit the top of her pen from nerves, and the way her eyes were so beautiful.

And you stood there in front of me

Just close enough to touch

Close enough to hope you couldn't see

What I was thinking of

after an hour right before class ended, the two finally found a topic to research on. they settled on how miscommunication can affect ones life. ironic isnt it he thought.

“hey y/n” luke said trying to catch up the girl in a hurry to get back to her dorm.

“what do you want luke.” she said turning to look at the youngest hughes.

“i was wondering if maybe you’d wanna meet after my game, you don’t have to go to it but i figured itd be best if we talk and clear the air since we got paired together.” he said in one breath looking down at her looking for a response.

“okay.” thats all she said. “okay, ill text you after the game, bye y/n.” he said softly, “bye luke” she whispered softly watching him leave.

Drop everything now

Meet me in the pouring rain

Kiss me on the sidewalk

Take away the pain

tonight was a big game, the game against msu. yost was packed, luke was in the locker rooms trying to prepare himself for the game but all he could think about was the one girl who truly made him happy that he hurt. as for her, she was finding her way through yost being dragged out of her dorm by her roommate who was dating one of the players.

as the team skated out for warm ups all the girl could think about was when she’d always attend lukes games, how cute he was in his element, how passionate and focused he is once he hits the ice. she couldnt help but notice how the lighting brought out his green eyes, and how his small smile still has a hold on her.

'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down

Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around

the game ended well, umich winning and luke scoring a hat trick, during his third goal in the third period he finally saw you, pointing at you during his celly. your heart melted at that, almost forgetting entirely about why you were mad at him.

My mind forgets to remind me

You're a bad idea

luke quickly finished changing back into his normal attire as you waited for him outside the locker rooms.

once he came out he gave you a small smile which you did the same back.

“care to go for a little walk m’lady?” he said and you couldn’t help but laugh and nod.

you guys walked in a comfortable silence before taking a break on a bench near his dorm.

“congrats by the way, you did amazing tonight.” you said looking up at him a d he smiled whispering a soft thank you.

“i know i said i wanted to talk to clear the air because of the project but it’s more than that.” he said and you nodded for him to continue “im sorry for everything, truly. i miss you so much it physically hurts and i know its not fair the way i treated you, i don’t expect you to forgive me but i just want you to hear my side of the story. i pushed you away because i thought you deserved someone better, someone who could be there all the time, and to have someone you wont have to worry about having to leave one day and do long distance. but in reality i did it to protect myself, because im in love with you, and i didnt want to have to face losing my best friend, or the heartbreak of when i have to leave for the pro’s but i realize now all i want is you, my whole life, its been you.” his voice cracking and leg bouncing from anxiety. you placed your hand on his knee softly rubbing it to comfort him. “lu, i thought you didn’t like me because you became so distant and went after so many other girls, so i never said anything to protect myself, i was so in love with you, the night i left i had cried to quinny, i thought i never had a chance so i pushed myself away too. but im still so in love with you, no matter how much i try to push it away” you said softly as he cupped your face caressing it softly, “i thought you knew, i gave so many hints” and you looked at him confused, “remember all times in high school when guys tried to hit on you and i immediately scared him away, or whenever id call you after a bad game, or when all i ever wanted was to be with you so i came over for like three days, holding your hand or cuddling watching movies that it came to a point my mom had to drag me back home. i thought you knew.” he said tears now falling softly down both of your faces. “im so sorry lu, i never picked up on any of that, i thought it was just because we were best friends.” he wiped your tears away “we were always more than best friends, so much for miscommunication huh? we better get an A on that project” he joked and you couldn’t help but crack a smile and laugh. and as the clouds began crying too, for the first time luke hughes kissed you. the most soft passionate kiss ever. “i love you.” he said pulling away resting his forehead on yours “i love you luke hughes.”

And the sparks fly

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It’s Not Christmas Without You— Quinn Hughes

Summary: Your seasonal depression gets the best of your relationship leading to an awkward Christmas

Content Warnings: Seasonal depression, panic & anxiety attacks, use of antidepressants, ocd, chemical imbalance, angsty hughes brothers

Pairing; Ex Gf! Reader x Quinn Hughes

September

You had never quite understood why your brain felt so hardwired to the point you couldn’t comprehend anything happening around you. It affected everything you did, but no one could put their finger on why sometimes things got to be much for you it brought you to tears. For the most part, your boyfriend Quinn tried to help you but when the weather in Vancouver shifted just as he’d been named captain. He just couldn’t do it anymore, he tried but it was draining him.

You sat cross legged in the center of Quinn’s living room, reorganizing his CD collection for the third time this week. Quinn sighed as he entered his apartment, coming home from a rough roadie, all he wanted was to take a scorching shower and talk to you while you guys laid in his bed watching a cheesy movie. He didn’t utter a word as he walked past to his room and dropped his stuff off before returning to his living room and letting out a sigh, “The CDS haven’t magically moved since Tuesday dollface.”

You ignored your boyfriend, again. Quinn blew out a breath he’d been holding in for god knows how long, “I don’t think I can do this anymore.” He expected you to protest against him trying to break up with him, but you didn’t. Which somehow made Quinn more upset at the entire ordeal, “So your fine with just throwing away the last 6 years?” You kept quiet, knowing that if you dared to speak you would say something that you and Quinn couldn’t come back from. So you stayed silent as you stood up and slipped on your shoes and grabbed your coat and walked out of Quinn’s apartment and his life.

You returned to your shared loft with your friend Tess and finally let your composure fall. A wretched sob ripped through your chest as you leaned against the door and slid to sit against the wall. Tess hurried out of her bedroom and was at your side in seconds, “Oh honey. It’s okay.” You felt like someone was wrapping barbed wire around your throat, “I can’t, I just don’t know what’s wrong with me. Something isn’t right Tess.” Your breathing began to quicken as your chest tightened. Tess rubbed your back reassuringly, “I got you.” You closed your eyes and focused on your breathing. Once you were calm you turned to Tess, “Quinn and I broke up. I think I need to go home and get help.” And that was exactly what you did.

You went back to Toronto and moved back into your childhood bedroom, went to a neurologist and found out that your brain had an insufficient amount of neurotransmitters which could play part in your moods. The doctor told you that you needed to boost your serotonin and dopamine levels and prescribed you antidepressants and referred you to a women’s mental health clinic. You noticed slowly that your mood became less negative and you were able to focus better. But you also noticed that you began to get thinner and no matter what you did it never seemed like you gained weight.

December

You were reluctant to go to the Hughes Christmas dinner, although Ellen had reassured you that you were more than welcome. You still had your bad days and didn’t know if being around Quinn would make you snap and you didn’t want to snap at him. So you told your mother you’d think about it but that she should go. Which she did. You mother and Ellen were in grossed in a conversation over linens when Luke finally mentioned you, “So I guess she really doesn’t have anything to say to you Quinn. She would never miss out on Dad’s meatballs.” Quinn shot his brother a glare as your mother spoke softly, “She’s just having a hard time right now, her meds are messing with her.” Ellen smiled solemnly, “How is she adjusting to her antidepressants?”

Quinn looked taken aback learning your on antidepressants now, “Is she okay?” Your mom smiled as she lifted her wine glass to her lips, “Her doctor told her she doesn’t have sufficient neurotransmitters and it’s a chemical imbalance in her brain that’s made her feel like this all these years. The doctor said there’s a good chance coupled with the harsh weather and seasonal depression that’s what made her feel so poorly. Nothing you could have done would have helped Quinn.” Jack rolled his eyes subtly, “So because she’s mentally not okay, we’re supposed to be fine with her destroying Quinn?” Ellen glared at her middle child, “Jack! If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say sit.”

You stared at the stack of wrapped gifts you had gotten for each member of the Hughes family. You sighed as you slid off the couch and pulled on a dark red sweater and some jeans and took the gifts to your car and made your way to the Hughes family home. You were unsure of what would happen when you walked in but you were facing your fears today. You rang the doorbell, not expecting Quinn to be on the other side of the door.

His eyes held an unreadable expression that you had grown to miss. You were almost positive that you had lost your voice when he spoke, “Hey.” You smiled, “Hi, you look uh great.” Quinn rubbed his neck as a deep blush rolled over his cheeks, “Thanks. You do too.” He took some of the gifts as you I walked inside the house and placed your gifts with the rest of the gifts under the tree. You slipped your coat off and hung it in the closet with the others. Quinn frowned ever so slightly when he took note of how the jeans that had once hugged your body in all the right places were loose on you and how you looked at him like you might break if you looked at him long enough.

Ellen’s voice rang out from the dining room, “Who was it honey?” You smiled warmly as you entered the dining room behind Quinn, “Hi.” Ellen’s eyes glimmered with excitement as she hopped up and pulled you into a bone crushing hug, “We’re so glad you could make it after all. Right guys?” The Hughes men muttered out agreements. You sat down at the only empty seat which, as the universe was punishing you, was directly across from Jack with Quinn sitting beside you. Conversation flowed between you and everyone besides Jack and Quinn.

Jack spoke up in condescending tone, “So Y/N what have you been up to since you and Quinn broke up?” Jack let out a groan as Quinn swiftly kicked him underneath the table. You felt your smile drop, “I moved back home like 3 days after. I’ve been getting a lot of help. Working on understanding my feelings.” Jack hummed, “Seeing anyone? You sure are slimming down.” You tensed as you drew in a deep breath, “Nope. Wouldn’t be fair to a poor guy. I’m still in love with someone and I’m not sure relationships are for me. But can we just talk about your game against the Red Wings? I mean I was on my seat the entire time.”

Jack’s smirk fell, “You still watch my games?” You shrugged, “I watched Trev kick your ass. I also watched Quinn hand the Sharks the biggest loss. I didn’t stop watching hockey because I got broken up with.” You melted into Quinn’s touch as he placed a hand on your thigh. He mouthed inaudibly, ‘Thank you’ Dinner ended and Ellen insisted on going straight to presents. You smiled warmly as Jack and Luke opened their gifts from you. You You played more into a joke with Jack. It was a shirt that read ‘Straight Outta The Penalty Box.’ Jack’s gift sent his brother’s into laughter while Jack sent you a playful eye roll, “Now I know she actually watches my games still.” Luke’s gift seemed to be more fitting for him, he opened the box and ran his fingers over the soft tie that was adorned with red hockey sticks, “Thank you.” You smiled as Quinn picked up his gift from you, “I didn’t know what to get you so with my luck you’ll probably hate it.”

Quinn opened the box and his eyes softened as he looked at the gift, “You remembered. Why would I hate this?” He pulled out the large cooling weighted blanket. You barely remembered him mentioning wanting one. Apparently your subconscious remembered. Quinn’s eyes softened as you began to tidy up the wrapping paper as everyone continued to open gifts.

Without being noticed Quinn slipped into his childhood bedroom and opened his bag and pulled out a small gift wrapped box. He slipped it into his pocket and returned to the living room. His eyes immediately were on you as you clasped a necklace around his mother’s neck. Soon enough all the gifts were opened and Quinn spoke warmly, “I actually have a gift for you Y/N.” Your eyes widened, “O-okay.” Quinn slipped the small box from his pocket and placed it in your hand. By the size alone you knew it was jewelry of some sort.

You opened the box and your eyes widened and swelled with tears, “You can’t. Not with how horrible I was to you.” Quinn shook his head, “No I can. I have loved you since I have known you. I don’t care if your going through the worst thing possible. I love you and I just wanna be there for you no matter what. For the rest of my life. I want to be your husband. Marry me.” Your eyes welled, “I don’t know if I can give you the life you want Quinn.” Quinn shook his head as he pulled you closer to him, which you didn’t think was humanly possible, “The life I want is waking up to you pressing your ice cold feet to my legs to warm them up, the life I want is holding your purse so you can stop and pet every stray cat you see. The life I want is anytime and everything as long as you are there. You are the one good thing in my life.” You sniffled, “Fine I’ll marry you.”

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A Shoulder To Cry On, Is A Dick To Ride On | Jack Hughes

Summary: Your relationship with Trevor was rocky from the start, his insecurity for Jack always present. So when you two broke up, it made sense for you to go to the one man he was insecure of. Leaving you and Jack at his place, where his comforting had turned into more.

Warnings: SMUT & ANGST, asshole!trevor, quick to move on trope, slight slut shaming, comforting turned to sex trope, penetrative sex (p in v), praise, creampie

Note: Had a request for Jack smut so here’s a fic! Now I will go back to cooking, cooking what? I have no clue.

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Trevor Zegras wasn’t usually an insecure guy, but when it came to one of his dearest friends, Jack Hughes. His insecurity levels jumped, as if it was anxiety, suddenly pulling you close and shielding you from the golden boy. Jack of course always noticed, smirking as he greeted you two, always making sure to at least make some kind of physical touch with you. Even if it meant Trevor would glare at him all night and ignore his texts for weeks.

So in true insecure Trevor fashion, every night, he made sure to get reassurance on your liking for him. Even when you two had fucked, he always made sure to have you whimpering that he’d be the only hockey player you’d ever fuck and love. Cuddling into your side after cumming inside of the condom he never bothered to take off, getting used to the routine of you tugging it off of him. His small moans never falling to get to you after you had discarded it, always going to kiss his neck but being rejected as he only wanted to sleep. Making you question if the relationship was purely based on sex and the feeling of being loved, making the breakup that soon dawned upon you hit harder than expected.

Trevor brought you to a fancy restaurant, making you buy the fanciest dress you could afford for the heartbreak of an occasion. Knowing this would be the last outing for the two of you as a couple, sitting in a private booth at the end of the restaurant, not even getting to order drinks before Trevor laid the bomb on you.

“I don’t think this is gonna work out” Trevor bluntly told you, glancing at the waitress that had walk past you two

“This is why you brought me here? To break up?” You questioned, acting as if you didn’t know

“I didn’t want too, I don’t want us to be on bad terms” Trevor’s voice lowered, his hand reaching for yours out of empathy

“Yeah like bringing your girlfriend, well now ex, out to a fancy dinner while she’s dressed in her fanciest clothes trying to impress you. That’s totally gonna leave us on great terms” You sarcastically replied, grabbing another tables attention

“Could you keep your voice down?” Trevor softly questioned, lowering his head

“Wow, could you be any more of a dick?” You questioned, abruptly raising out of your seat, catching the attention of many

“Baby, please” Trevor’s voice was soft yet demanding, glancing around insecurely

“Fuck you”

With your final words, you threw your napkin onto the table, strutting out of the restaurant in Hollywood fashion. Cursing yourself for accepting Trevor’s offer to take you, scrolling down your contact list until you found him.

“What the fuck was that?!” You heard from behind you, turning around to see Trevor’s tall figure rushing up to you

“What the fuck was that?? What the fuck are you doing trying to confront me?” You angrily questioned, stepping up towards his figure that towered over you.

“I’m just trying to figure out your logic of embarrassing me in there and thinking you could get away with it!” He urgently stated, out of breath due to the angry running through his body

“Oh! Did I embarrass you? I’m so sorry for that! Do you want me to kiss you and say everything’s alright?” You sarcastically questioned, lowering your voice as if he was a child

“Jesus fucking christ can you take something serious for once?? For once in your fucking life!” Trevor shouted, drawing security guards closer to the two of you

“Okay, let’s be serious. You’re breaking up with me, that’s fine. What’s not fine is your plot to probably strand me here” You stated, looking around as his tongue swiped across the bottom row of his teeth

“So who’s gonna pick you up? You have no friends!” Trevor spat, knowing he was the cause of your low social life

“I think it’s better if I don’t mention him” You stated, facing away from Trevor as you spotted the familiar BMW he drove

“Of fucking course it’s him, I knew you’d be a slut and crawl to him” Trevor angrily stated, pointing at the black BMW that was holted at valet

“As you said, I have no one, and Jack’s always been there for me. Unlike you” You gave him a disgusted look, stepping towards the curb

“You know what? I never loved you” Trevor abruptly stated, his face remaining in the same angered state it was in

“Oh really?” You questioned, stepping towards him confrontationally

“Yeah! I never loved you for a single fucking second, I was only dating you so Jack couldn’t have you. He wanted you. I never did” Trevor shrugged his shoulders as if he didn’t admit something that ate him alive most nights

“That’s low, Trevor” You coldly stated, staring into his blue eyes that didn’t seem to dilate anymore

“What? I’m just being honest, I never loved you. You were simply a puppet in a game far bigger than you could imagine, nothing special to me. I don’t even know why I tried with you sometimes, there was no attraction, I could never be attracted to someone like you” He shrugged once again, his expression now blank, glancing at the parked SUV behind the two of you

“Yeah right” You scoffed, your mind scrambling to find something to bite back with

“Hope the guy you chose next has low standards, because you offer nothing a man wants. I’m shocked Jack even wants a chance with you, even after I’ve fucked you” Trevor leaned down, softly telling you his words that somehow didn’t affect you, only making you fill with anger as he pulled away with a smirk

“Go to hell” You cursed, your hand finding itself forcefully smacking Trevor across the face

Trevor cupped the right side of his cheek, his jaw falling slack and tears welling in his eyes from the harsh contact. He had never been hit, not even by his own mother or father. Not until now, by a woman he didn’t need to hurt. Your extreme rage and numbness made you immune to the harsh statements Trevor had made, all of it blowing past you as you ran to the SUV that Jack had owned. His face full of shock from the only sight he saw, you slapping Trevor across the face.

“Drive off, I don’t need to be fucking manipulated by that jerk” You sternly told Jack, he cowardly waved at Trevor before driving off, wondering where it had all went wrong

It wasn’t until two streets down, when Jack had no idea where you stayed. Almost every hockey team stays in a different hotel, and he had no clue where Anaheim had homed their team for a day. With a glance to your figure beside him, he knew you didn’t want to talk. Your crossed arms and legs facing the window said it all, Trevor had clearly set you off.

Jack’s mouth kept on opening and closing, drafting and discarding sentences from his mind as if he were texting you. Not knowing what to exactly say or how he should.

“Do you wanna go back to your hotel? If not- I don’t mind you staying at the house. Luke’s not home for the night” Jack softly stated, gulping as you sucked in a breath

“Just take me to yours, please” You sharply told him, trying to make your voice soft but failing

“Okay” Jack nodded, glancing over once again “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No” You coldly responded, sighing as you peered out the window

Jack nodded once again, his lips laying flatly together as he tried not to make a sound. Afraid he might set you off and cause a full blown argument he didn’t need.

Before this, Jack was just resting on his couch, watching television as he tried to soothe himself into a nap. All until he got your urgent text message, saying you needed him and that Trevor had done you wrong. Which basically summed up everything now that it had played out. But Jack didn’t know how bad it was, it was hard to tell from your stoic expression, he almost thought you were bluffing and just putting on a show.

That, of course, was until you two had arrived at his apartment. The laid out blankets and comforting setting of the quite large apartment, it was like something had cracked within you. A sudden realization had hit you like a dagger to the stomach, hurt had filled your nerves. Yet, your brain hadn’t quite caught up to the crest of the breakdown that was forming, not until you had opened your phone to do one simple task. Unfollow Trevor. Instead, you faced much more.

“NHL Star, Trevor Zegras, spotted in New Jersey with Tiktoker, Dixie D’Amileo” The girl from your phone spoke, soon displaying photos of the two before you could even reach the breaking point

“Oh” Jack whispered to himself, watching for your reaction

Your lips quickly formed a pout that told him all he needed to know, he knew you didn’t want him seeing you like this. Completely shattering in front of him as photos of Trevor and his already knew fling had flooded your screen.

“He’s such a piece of shit” You spoke, voice weak as you tried to keep your insult strong

“It’s not your fault” Jack’s tone was light and soft, something your emotions couldn’t handle

“I know, he’s just— such a fucking dick” You let out a shaky sigh, glancing at Jack who seemed to look down once you had glanced him

“How do you feel about everything?” Jack slowly questioned, pausing in between words from his uncertainty of asking you that

“I honestly don’t know” You shrugged, keeping your head forward, not daring to glance at Jack “I just— I don’t know”

Just as you had finished your sentence, your voice had cracked, alerting Jack who hadn’t looked at you since you turned to peer at him. His Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed deeply, nervous as he watched every single emotion wash over you.

“Come here” Jack whispered, scared that if raised his voice any higher, he wouldn’t be able to help you

Weakly, you turned your head, eyes welled with tears as he extended both of his arms out. Ready to collect your fragile body before it could be all over the place, knowing you needed to be held and comforted. It’s what he would’ve wanted in this situation.

Hesitantly, you climbed into his arms, straddling his waist as you soaked in the feeling of being cared for. Trevor would never be able to do this, especially with the way he didn’t care for these things. But for Jack. you meant everything to him. Seeing you hurt like this, by a guy he knew would destroy you, hurt him as if he was the one who got everything laid on him.

“It’s okay, baby, you could cry” Jack whispered, his head lifting above your shoulder as he rubbed your back

“Don’t” You warned, burying your head into his neck as he continued to rub your back

“You don’t have to worry, it’s okay” Jack reassured, lifting his hips up just to get more comfortable on the couch

“Fuck” She sighed, her heart dropping as her mind had quickly switched up

“You okay?” Jack questioned, pulling his head away from your shoulder

“Yes, I’m fine” You told him, backing away to face him

The action was a mistake, you looking into his eyes and Jack letting his hands fall to your hips. Holding you steady as you two stared at one another, trying to see what the next best move was. But of course, with his ocean blue eyes. you found yourself wanting to kiss him.

With his bottom lip almost touching yours, eyes glossy and heavy, it was clear that he was thinking the same thing. He just felt bad that, in a time like this, he wanted nothing more than to have you. I mean you literally had just gotten broken up with, by someone who used you for leverage in a friendship.

Yet, Jack couldn’t hold his feelings back. The growing bulge in his pants had left you speechless, resisting the urge to grind on him. Even though your insides screamed for you to hear how he sounded, just one time. Core begging for friction as you kept staring into his eyes. Getting long in them whilst battling the internal urges.

“Are you gonna keep staring or are you gonna do something, baby?” Jack softly questioned, noticing the confliction in your eyes

“I don’t know if it’s right” You shook your head, voice sounding breathless as you answered him

“It’s all up to you, pretty girl” Jack nodded “All up to you”

You let out a conflicting sigh, going from eye to eye as he tried to hold himself back. Praying you’d do the right thing and kiss him , which is what you did. Cupping his cheeks and roughly pulling him into a kiss, shortly pulling away as you weren’t sure of everything. The last hour had seemed unrealistic, and all you were looking for was reassurance that this was real.

So with Jack’s tight squeeze to your hips, you knew it was real. Which had only turned you on even more, spreading your legs wide and ripping the dress you had paid a pretty dime for. Pulling Jack close as you had felt dominant. Snaking your hand over his shoulder and into his hair, tugging on it lightly as he stayed frozen, not knowing what to do as his girlfriends had always let him take over. Never once trying out the mind fuck of being on top and dominant.

It was an understatement to say that Jack enjoyed your control of him, his mind blanking out as he looked into your heavy lidded eyes. Immediately leaning in to kiss you once more, desperate to feel your lips on his once more. Breaking long kisses just to give short ones and smile, the realization of Jack finally getting his girl definitely hitting. Everything was wholesome, until you had accidentally grinded your hips against his. A stifled moan coming out of his mouth as you two stared at one another. Not knowing what to do as just three seconds ago, this wasn’t the move.

“Jack” You called him, stroking his hair

“Yes?” He questioned, terrified of what was going to come out of your mouth

“I want you, so bad” You panted, moving your hips against his once more

“Oh yeah?” He questioned in a teasing manner, his demeanor shifting as you slowly grinded on his clothed erection

“Yes” You nodded, wrapping your arms around his backside as you continued to grind against him

“Well are you gonna keep grinding against me and finish or do you want me to treat you right?” Jack questioned, his hands halting your movements

“Fuck me, please” You whispered into his ear, sending shivers down his spine once he had heard your words

“Let’s get rid of that dress then, hm?” Jack questioned, pushing you off of him and laying you down on the couch

You didn’t mind the switch up, it was about time a man had fucked you right. Especially praising you right, not just expecting you to praise him and for him to degrade you into pieces.

The dress wasn’t tough to take off, just an easy front zipper that connected to the long rip you had created. Letting Jack slip off the piece of clothing and admire your bare breasts and red panties. Lowering his face to your stomach, kissing all the way up until the valley of your breasts, moving towards your right nipple and sucking it into his mouth. Groaning at the delicate skin, letting his left hand slide across your ribs and cup the other one. His large palm made your large breasts seem small, melting your brain as he continued to groan against you.

As soon as your breasts were covered in his saliva, he followed his previous trail, kissing all the way down to your panties this time. Glancing back up once his bottom lip had brushed against the lace on top, waiting for your okay. In which you nodded, urgently encouraging him to pull off your panties. Tossing them across the room once he had done so, squealing at the sudden drag towards him.

Usually, you’d be insecure about a man seeing your core glistening and wide open. Mainly because Trevor had teased you so much about being aroused by things that he did, or scenarios. But with Jack, everything had felt normal. The redness in his cheeks made you shy, wanting to close your legs until he had licked his lips, tugging off his shirt before settling down between your legs. Something you didn’t exactly need at this moment, all you wanted was his dick inside of you, not foreplay that could possibly barely get you off.

“Hey Jack” You called him, backing away and pulling his face up

“Yes, doll?” He questioned in a soft and sultry tone

“Could you please just fuck me? We could save this for another time” You rambled, cupping his flushed cheeks

“Yes, anything for you” Jack nodded, taking his sweats off and searching for a condom with just his underwear

“I’m on the pill, it’s fine” You waved, chest feeling heavy as he blankly stared at you

“Okay, you sure?” He questioned, grabbing the hem of his underwear

“Yes, please” You sighed

Jack wasted no time, pulling down his boxers and settling his hips between your thighs. His fully erect cock making your mouth water as it glistened with his precum, in which Jack quickly wiped off due to embarrassment. Dryly jerking himself off before rubbing his bare cock between your folds, pleasure the both of you due to the raw feeling. His cock soon became wet with your juices, lining up with your entrance. Taking him time to fill your cunt full of his dick. Jaggedly exhaling until he was fully inside of you, his body relaxing and dick pulsing as he tried to collect himself.

With his slow thrusts, you were already grasping onto his large back. Softly moaning into his ear as his face remained buried into your neck, panting against you as he tried not to cum. Eventually dropping his hips into a rough thrust, hearing you shout out in a moan, begging for him to do it once more. Jack’s pace quickened as you begged him for more, opening your legs wider as you just couldn’t get enough. The pleasure was already overwhelming and it had been just past five minutes.

It wasn’t until you heard Jack’s soft moans in your neck that your orgasm had come to its peak. The invisible knot tightening in your stomach as you focused on his pretty little moans and the way his dick felt inside of you.

“You feel so good, doll. So good” He moaned softly, his voice sounding like a whisper

“Oh yeah?” You questioned, trying to hold yourself together at his praise

Jack nodded as his thrusts kept on going strong, desperately wanting to last longer but the tightening in his stomach had said otherwise.

Your orgasm rippled through your body as Jack had started to slow down, his unsteady thrusts driving you even more over the edge. His moans became high pitched and breathier, eventually grunting as his cum had filled you up. Kissing the top of your head as he smoothly moved the both of you so that you were on top of him, cum oozing out of your cunt and onto his waist.

“Let’s shower then get you to bed, eh?” Jack softly told you, pecking your lips once more

You smiled as the treatment you had been begging another man for, his best friend easily supplied it. Joining in a shower with you and helping you clean off, even letting things get a little steamy before finishing up. Allowing you to dress in his clothes freely and cuddle with him.

Jack held you close throughout the night, loving that your body warmth had made up for his own lack of warmth. Not to mention that you had melted right into his body and easily fit beside him, giving him a loving kiss before dozing off. Something Jack didn’t know would affect him in such a positive way, he was falling for you and it was just night one.

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Jamie and Mason threesome…

request masterlist! ~ jamie drysdale night !

There was nothing that could describe the night more than pure bliss. Your boyfriend's closest friends were fucking you inside the apartment he had just gotten this year. With one boy in front of you and the other behind, it was surely something that could make your boyfriend scarred for life.

Jamie Drysdale, the closest to your boyfriend, fucked you from behind. His hands grasping your sides as he chased his orgasm, thrusting into your dripping wet cunt roughly. Lifting his leg on top of the bed for a deeper angle, hitting your sweet spot he was all too familiar with. His labored breaths catching your ear, listening to them intently as his voice had always seemed to put you on edge. Even though a much greater sight lied right in front of you.

Mason Mclavish, your boyfriend's second closest friend from his team, fucked your face. Both of his hands were tangled in your hair and squeezing your head tightly. His dick reaching your gag reflex you knew was far into your throat. Your hand rested on his muscular thighs as he thrusted into your mouth, backing away whenever you had pinched him. A sly smirk on his face when he had lifted up yours, tapping his thick cock on your run downed mascara covered cheek. Spitting onto your face as he knew it was something you loved.

Both boys were close, their moans reaching a certain octave that told you everything. Not to mention that their grips had strengthened around you, especially Jamie's large hand marks on your ass.

You bobbed between the two as if you were fuckdoll, meeting each of their thrusts at the right time.Jamie even lowering himself over you just to rub your clit in tight circles, his hot breath fanning against your back as you took his dick even deeper. Now, struggling to take Mason's as he held you close to him, letting the pleasure consume him.

Soon, Jamie had slowed down, groaning as he slowly fucked you. Mason joining in as the two boys finished in a hole, leaving you filled.

"Come on, show me that cum covered tongue baby" Mason ordered, his thumb running across your bottom lip

"Fuck" Jamie sighed as he backed away, letting you sit up and show Mason your mouth

"Atta girl" Mason dragged out, caressing your cheek as he observed your disheveled state

"Let me see" Jamie lowly said, letting you fall back into him

"Oh that's a good girl" He purred, softly pressing a kiss to your shoulder as his hands roamed your body

"Do you think you have one more in you?" Mason whispered, making you immediately nod your head

Jamie had immediately threw you back onto the bed, crawling up to you, leaving Mason to lie down beside you. Grasping his cock as Jamie had settled on top of you, his dick resting against your stomach as he kissed down to your breasts, leaving you in for a night to remember with the two hockey players.

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IM SORRY IM TAGGING U RN my phones glitching bc i js cleared pver 20gb of storage and im charging it 😭😭😭

back to the old house

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pt 1 - lh43 x childhood!bsf reader

warnings: angst

written in lukes pov

It had been a little over a month since my parents hosted a gathering at our family house during winter break.

Everything felt weird, ever since y/n walked out suddenly one night.

It was weird, it was like I was forgetting her, but in reality I didn’t want to.

We built so many memories in that house, going back to it hurt, it hurt to know I forced myself to push her away because I thought she deserved to live out her college experience, to find someone who could actually be there for her when I leave for the NHL in the future.

I would rather not go back to the old house

one late night in February i stood in-front the house.

we’ve been best friends since birth, always inseparable.

we learned to walk together, to talk. i was there when she first started skating.

we’ve built so many memories in this place.

both the good and bad.

we had our first argument here, our first silent treatment in here, and the first time shes ever walked out was in here.

There's too many bad memories

too many memories theres

second semester was awful, the same as first semester.

i was miserable, she was the one good thing in my life, the one person i would ever open up too.

i pushed my feelings away, which only pushed her away, every girl i would go for never worked out, they were never her.

i liked her, i still do. but that is something she’ll never know. all because i didn’t have the courage to tell her. all i wanted was to protect her, protect her feelings, but was i really protecting her or protecting myself?

And you never knew

How much I really liked you.

a/n: short ik so sorry! i have been extremely busy but i promise to get pt 3 out asap, figured lukes pov would be very important!

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back to the old house

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

pt 1 - lh43 x childhood!bsf reader

warnings: angst

written in lukes pov

It had been a little over a month since my parents hosted a gathering at our family house during winter break.

Everything felt weird, ever since y/n walked out suddenly one night.

It was weird, it was like I was forgetting her, but in reality I didn’t want to.

I would rather not go back to the old house

one late night in February i stood in-front the house.

we’ve been best friends since birth, always inseparable.

we learned to walk together, to talk. i was there when she first started skating.

we’ve built so many memories in this place.

both the good and bad.

we had our first argument here, our first silent treatment in here, and the first time shes ever walked out was in here.

There's too many bad memories

too many memories theres

second semester was awful, the same as first semester.

i was miserable, she was the one good thing in my life, the one person i would ever open up too.

i pushed my feelings away, which only pushed her away, every girl i would go for never worked out, they were never her.

And you never knew

How much I really liked you.

a/n: short ik so sorry! i have been extremely busy but i promise to get pt 3 out asap, figured lukes pov would be very important!

tags: @ghostfacd @drysdalesv @shy4turcs @jackquinnswife

#luke hughes #luke hughes x y/n #luke hughes x reader #umich blurbs #umich hockey #nj devils

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there's something about luke giving soft bf energy idk

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🥲😞😭💔

LUKEY BOY’S GONE SOFT! — LUKE HUGHES

based on this edit of mine

pairing; slytherin!luke x hufflepuff!fem!reader

summary; all the times luke’s friends and those around you have noticed your tall cold boyfriend being whipped for you and the one time you got to see it for yourself

genre; FLUFFY FLUFF!! luke being a sneaky whipped mf, hogwarts!au, mean to everybody but you trope, black cat!bf luke + golden retriever!gf reader

✸ SLYTHERIN!LUKE MASTERLIST

Everybody knew Luke Hughes, the scary, tall, and ridiculously good at Quidditch Slytherin who was absolutely whipped for you.

If anyone had asked, you were Luke’s favorite person in the whole world. There was no hesitance in that; they knew you loved him and they knew Luke loved you just as equally.

Now how did they know Luke was, according to his friends, “down bad” for you?

Exhibit A: That one time in Potions

Everybody knew Professor Snape was very picky on how he wanted each student’s potions to look like—and he had a very strict criteria.

Luke, aside from being a great seeker in Quidditch, was one of the best potion makers their year had known.

Each time Professor Snape would pass by, he would give a grunt of approval. The other students would get a “too yellow” “too bubbly” “too little bubbling” “too little color”

You weren’t the best at potions, in fact, you were merely passing in the class. It wasn’t your fault that Professor Snape was too nit picky—you could barely even let out a word before he would criticize practically everything about your potion!

Before you had started dating Luke, you struggled quite a lot in the class. But after he had finally asked you to be his girlfriend, he took a mental note to himself that he would help you in the class whenever he could.

One day when Professor Snape was in a particularly snappy mood, he ordered the class to make him a perfectly bubbling green potion. Luke, thankfully, was the best at these type of potions and made his in the first five minutes.

He noticed you with your partner, Annie Abraham, struggling to get the potion bubbling. With a shake of his head and a sigh, he quietly snuck over to you, making sure the grumpy professor was out of sight.

He wrapped his arms around you, giving you a small back hug. You quietly gasp, turning around to face your cheeky boyfriend.

“Hi,” you breathe out, “finished early with your potion?”

“I always do,” he replies, placing a kiss on your nose, “do you need help lovely?”

“Yeah,” you bit your lip in annoyance when you turn back to face your potion, “me and Annie have been trying to do everything we can to get it bubbling but nothing works Lukey!”

Annie tries to hold in her laugh at your nickname for your boyfriend. She knew Luke would give her a glare if he had saw, so she covered her mouth and just nodded along to your words.

“No worries lovely, let me help,”

When Luke is done, your potion looks exactly the way Professor Snape wanted it. Squealing happily, you give Luke a kiss on the cheek and a tight hug.

“Mr. Hughes, is there a reason why you’re at Miss. L/N’s and Miss. Abraham’s desk?” A dark voice says from behind the three of you, making you quickly break apart from the hug.

“They just asked me where one of the materials are, that’s all,” Luke replies back quickly, his eyes coming into contact with Professor Snape.

The two have a sort of silent eye contact contest with each other before Snape blinks, “very well, get back to your seat.”

Luke retreats back, giving you a small smile when he sees Professor Snape give you a 100 on your potion.

“Absolutely whipped,” Mark says. He was one of Luke’s close friends, who happens to be sitting across the room from the two of you.

“Tell me about it,” Luke’s other friend says, clicking his tongue. “Kinda jealous of her to be honest, wish Lukey was whipped for us.”

“Shut up!”

Exhibit B: your first official date as a couple

“Hi.” You say as you open the door to your dorm room. You’re dressed in a beautiful but simple baby blue dress that Luke’s eyes can’t help but light up at.

“Hi,” he breathes out nervously. “Ready to go?”

“With you? Always,”

Your flirting tone makes Luke look down at the grass, his cheeks turning pink. He can’t believe he’s now shy, compared to the confident tone he had when you first asked him out to Hogsmeade.

Tonight was different though. Tonight would be you two’s first night as an actual couple. Actually boyfriend and girlfriend.

“I.. I brought flowers,” Luke says, handing you a small bouquet of roses and baby’s breath, “I didn’t know if these were your favorites but I asked your friend and she said it was and I really hope she wasn’t lying to me—Jack actually teased me quite a bit when I was cutting off the thorns and got a small cut but it was worth it to see you smile. Am I talking too much? I don’t know but I really hope you like them, I don’t even know if I was supposed to get you flowers but all my friends told me I should.. I’m also new at this so forgive me—”

“Luke!” You say, placing your hand on his shoulder. He stops blabbering and looks into your eyes, the same ones that he fell inlove with when you insisted that you wanted to be his after his game against the Gryffindors. “It’s fine my love, I love it.”

You lean in to give him a kiss, one that he returns oh so happily.

“Shall we go my lady?” Luke raises his eyebrows jokingly.

“We shall,”

The two of you leave hand in hand, both filled with stupid smiles.

“Our Lukey boy is down bad in the dumps,” Mark whispers to Quinn, who nods right away.

The two were watching from their dorm window, admiring the inlove couple.

“He is—but he’s happy, and that’s all that matters.”

“Wow Quinny, I didn’t know you were soft like that.”

“Shut up Estapa! And don’t call me Quinny,”

Exhibit C: when you forgot to do your homework

“Oh no!” You say, rummaging through your bag. You had forgotten there was a packet due for your History of Magic class.

“What’s wrong baby?” Luke asks concerned. He watches your eyes flicker in panic when you don’t find your packet.

“The packet! I left it at my dorm,” you say, slumping against your seat in disappointment. “I’m gonna get so many points taken off Lu, this sucks.”

Luke nods in understanding, taking out his own packet he had finished the night before. He goes to erase his name, putting yours on instead.

“What are you doing Lukey?” You ask, watching him hand you the packet.

“Giving it to you, I’ll turn in yours late as mine, so you can get your full credits.”

You shake your head right away, pushing the packet back into Luke’s arms.

“Lu, I can’t do that. You worked hard to finish it, and it’s not your fault I forgot mine.”

“It’s okay baby,” he reassures you, handing you back the stack, “I already have a high score in this class, a few points cut won’t hurt my grade. I want you to take it.”

With a hesitant look in your eyes, you go to trim in the packet at your professor’s table.

“I feel bad Lu,” you say, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“Don’t be,” he pulls you closer to him, embracing you tightly.

Your two classmates who had overheard the conversation can’t help but admire in awe. They thought Luke was never capable of loving someone so much, his focus had been on Quidditch for the longest time. But when you came along, it had all changed.

Exhibit D: when a guy interrupted you far too many times

“So today, we had this really cool thing in my Herbology class!” You say excitedly to Luke as you settle yourself comfortably into his lap.

He nods along to your words, urging you to go on.

But before you can, a Gryffindor boy who was also in your class interrupts.

“It wasn’t that cool YN,” he scoffs, looking between you and Luke.

“Yes it was Brandon!” You look up to Luke, who’s clenching his jaw. “Anyway Lu—”

“Luke, did you hear that Slytherin’s going against Hufflepuff next week?”

Luke nods, eyes staring emotionless into Brandon’s, “of course I did. I’m the seeker.”

“Oh right, I forgot,”

“Mhm, Lu plays really well—!”

“Eh, Slytherin will surely win anyway,” Brandon gives you a small smirk, “Hufflepuffs are too weak and nice, aren’t they YN? You would know,”

This was Luke’s last straw, he decided. He carefully slid you out of his lap, standing up to now be in front of Brandon.

“Whoa man, what are you doing?” But before Brandon could say anything else, Luke punches him straight in the jaw, making the Gryffindor fall back, clutching his face.

“What the fuck man!” He yells.

“Lu!” You pull Luke back, eyes meeting his to make sure he calmed down. “Stop.”

“Yeah, stop you fucking psycho!” Brandon wipes his mouth, which now had some blood. “Control your fucking snake YN,”

“You wanna say that again?” Luke comes closer to Brandon, who quickly scurries off to his friends, cursing Luke in the process.

“What a jerk,” Luke scoffs, “disrespecting my girl and me like that.”

“It’s alright Lu,” you say, pulling him into your arms. “He’s not worth it.”

You hadn’t believed all your friends and his friends when they came to you saying you had Luke wrapped around your fingers until now.

You realized how lucky you were to have such a sweet boyfriend, one that cared deeply for you and would do anything to make you happy.

“Love you Lu,” you say when you two finally arrive back at your dorms.

“Mhm, love you too lovely,”

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hectic schedules (i’ll be home for christmas)

quinn hughes x reader

words: 2,735

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your family had been friends with the hughes family ever since they moved next door to you in michigan. it worked well, with the parents all being about the same age, you and quinn in the same class, and your younger brother the grade between jack and luke. you quickly became accustomed to seeing the three boys out in the driveway or the street, hockey nets set up and pucks flying, your brother running out to join them. if it wasn’t too cold, you would sit on the porch and watch, enjoying the chaos of the game. sometimes, they would try to rope you in. you always refused. as much as you loved to watch, you would never play. you knew it would end in your feet rolling out from under you or being hit with a puck, neither of which sounded very fun.

there were times, however, when it would just be quinn outside by himself. you would see him in the driveway, shooting pucks on an empty net. so you would walk over and watch, make small talk about your assignments and the people in your class and the plans your families had made that weekend. once, he asked if you wanted to try, and held his stick out to you. you were nervous, you had never tried it before. he knew that, and he smiled.

“come here, let me show you.” he wrapped his arms around you from behind, showing you how to hold the stick and how to swing it. you almost shivered when he stepped away. you tried a few times, about half of the pucks going into the goal, and then jack and luke were running out of the house with their gear and asking where your brother was.

one thing you looked forward to every year was christmas. especially now that you were all in different places. you were still in michigan, jack and luke in new jersey, quinn in vancouver, and your brother had decided to go to ucla. your brother had been home for a week and you were already counting down the days until jack and luke would come home and get him out of your hair. as much as you loved him, he was annoying the shit out of you. luckily, three days before christmas, your phone was blowing up with texts from the boys, still trying to pull you into a game of street hockey. you walked outside to the porch, leaning on the railing.

“you guys play hockey for a living. do you not want a break from playing while you have a few days off?” they both shook their heads.

“quinn isn’t here yet, so we need you to step in,” jack tried to convince you, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“you want me, the person that has only stick handled once in her life, to step in for the captain of the vancouver canucks?” they nodded, as if this wasn’t a ridiculous request. “absolutely not.” they groaned, all three boys now trying to drag you into their game, but you stood your ground. you were opening your mouth to protest again when your phone rang from your back pocket. you recognized the ringtone instantly, and a smile covered your face. you pulled your phone up to your ear as you walked back inside, closing the door on the three distraught boys.

“hey quinny,” you spoke sweetly, the smile evident in your voice as you made your way to your room.

“hey y/n.” the two words were enough for you to hear the hurt in his tone and the smile instantly dropped from your face.

“what’s wrong?” he sighed, and you could practically see him running his hand through his hair.

“i uh… it’s looking like i’m not gonna make it home.” you had to take a second to process his words. he wasn’t going to make it home? this was the first time he would ever be away for christmas. if he didn’t come home, what would you do with his present that you had so meticulously picked out? what would you do about the fact that you were possibly planning to finally, finally tell him how you truly feel about him?

“what? why not?”

“our game schedule is shitty, a game tomorrow still and another one two days after christmas.both of them are away games. plus, now i’m captain so i have some extra stuff i have to do. i just don’t think i can get away.” you wiped away the tears that were welling up in your eyes before they could spill over onto your cheeks.

“oh,” was all you whispered, afraid that if you said more, your voice would give you away. you seemed to forget how well quinn knew you, though. as he was instantly doing damage control.

“hey, we’ll see each other soon, right? i’ll be in detroit middle of january. you’re still planning on coming?” you nod, even though he can’t see you.

“yeah.”

“we can go out for dinner after, you can stay in my hotel room if you want.” your chest hurt, the thought of not seeing quinn in two days like you hoped causing your throat to close up and the tears to fall.

“yeah. um, i have to go. my mom is calling for me. see ya.” you hung up without waiting for an answer, flopping onto your bed and burying your face into the pillow. the material absorbed most of your sobs, but it was soaked with your tears by the time you fell asleep, exhausted from the rush of emotions and the crying.

the next day was terrible. you woke up in a bad mood, not wanting to talk to anyone. you spent most of the morning in your bed and the afternoon on the couch. your eyes caught quinn’s present, which sat perfectly wrapped under the tree in the corner of the living room. the sight of it just soured your mood even more. no matter how upset you were, you would never purposely miss one of quinn’s games, so you made sure you had the broadcast up and ready to go. there were lots of highs and lows, but the canucks ended up winning. you sent quinn your normal text of congratulations and then turned off the tv, tucking yourself into bed.

the next day you only climbed out of bed to get yourself ready for the christmas eve activities. you did your hair and some light makeup, pulled on the outfit you had picked out a week ago, and sat down in front of your mirror. you took a deep breath.

“okay, quinn may not be here, and this may not be the best christmas eve ever, but you’re gonna go out there and pretend it is,” you said quietly to your reflection. you gazed into the mirror for a moment, then nodded to yourself and got up.

the doorbell rang as you walked into the living room so you detoured to the front door to open it. ellen stood there smiling, a bag full of presents in her hand. behind her was jim with a crockpot and jack and luke behind him. you stepped to the side, letting the family enter the house.

“you guys know where everything goes right? presents under the tree, food in the kitchen…” you stopped as jack walked past you. “what did you bring as your offering to enter?”

“myself. pretty great gift, right?” you rolled your eyes, closing the door behind luke once he was inside.

“self absorbed brat is what you are,” you mumbled.

“i heard that!” jack called after you as you walked into the kitchen. you made small talk with your mom and ellen as the three of you finished up the food. ellen asked about your job and you told her you were looking for a new one but not in any rush to leave what you had. you congratulated her on her new role and she beamed as she told you all about it. when dinner was ready and you were about to make that fact known to the boys, luke burst into the kitchen.

“dad said we can do gifts first this year.” ellen sighed.

“of course he did. alright, let’s go. time to open gifts i guess.” you giggled as you followed behind her, your mom turning burners to low and making sure the food was okay to sit for a bit. you squeezed yourself onto the couch between luke and your brother, jack on the other side of luke and your dads on the loveseat. ellen sat next to the tree, ready to do her job of present sorting and when your mom came in she took her spot next to ellen to pass out the gifts.

everyone did a great job this year, not doing too much but still managing to hit the nail right on the head. jack and luke had both gotten you some new jewelry, ellen and jim spoiling you with face masks and self care items. you watched as everyone opened your gifts, loving the look of enjoyment on their faces when they saw what they had received. only three gifts remained under the tree, and you knew they were all for quinn. looking at them just made your heart hurt, so you tore your gaze away.

“okay! time to eat!” your mom announced. the three boys sharing the couch with you were immediately up, pushing each other to be the first to get to the kitchen. you, however, carefully put all of your presents in one bag and took your time cleaning up the tissue paper. you looked up confused when the front door opened, your mouth falling open slightly when your eyes met quinn’s.

“did you guys start without me?” he asked, a smile on his face.

“quinn?” ellen peeked around the corner, confirming that the voice she heard was, in fact, her oldest.

“merry christmas!” she was immediately back in the room, pulling him into a hug. jim wasn’t far behind and neither were jack and luke. you stood from your spot on the couch, but hung back out of the way of the family reunion. it wasn’t until quinn turned toward you that you finally spoke to him.

“i thought you weren’t able to make it.”

“found a last minute flight,” he shrugged. you couldn’t help yourself from practically jumping into his arms, taking a moment to just breathe him in.

“i’ve missed you so much.” he chuckled into your hair.

“i’ve missed you too. did you do presents already?”

“yours are still under the tree.” you pulled away just enough to look over at where his three presents sat.

“i’ll get to them. but i want you to open yours.” he pulled away from you, turned to the bag he had dropped when he walked in and pulling out a neatly wrapped box.

“let me get yours!” you were quick to run over and retrieve the gift, then sit next to him on the couch. you held the box out to him, taking the one he held out to you. it was big but light for its size.

“you first.” you smiled, pulling open the wrapping paper and then sliding the lid off the box. you smiled as you started to pull out the contents. on top was a tie blanket, two different fabrics tied together around the edges. “it took a while but i made two, one for me and one for you. and the canucks logo fabric is for me and the michigan logo is for you.”

“you went to michigan too,” you teased.

“yeah well, you actually graduated.” you set the blanket to the side then pulled out some of your favorite candy. you glanced up at quinn with a smile and then kept going. next was a small wrapped box, and you knew what was inside. quinn had gotten you a charm bracelet for christmas when you turned 18 and every year since then, a new charm has been included in your present.

“what could this be this year?” you wondered aloud. you ripped off the paper and opens the box, gasping lightly at the small 43 charm inside.

“so i’ll always be with you,” quinn said softly. you smiled up at him.

“i’ll put it on while you open yours.” there was one last thing in the box, covered by a few pieces of tissue paper. “what did you hide down here?” you asked, and quinn just laughed. you pulled the paper back, your smile growing at what lay underneath.

“figured you needed an updated jersey to wear to my games,” he said, as you pulled out a captain quinn hughes black skate jersey.

“i did. i love it.” you leaned in, pulling him into a hug the best you could with the box and the pile of things surrounding you. “thank you so much.”

“there’s actually something i wanted to ask you after you opened my gift,” quinn said, causing you to pout.

“but i want you to open mine!” he smiled, nodding.

“okay, but after i open yours.” you clapped, then started to place everything back in the box.

“okay,” you said, setting the box on the ground, “open it.” you watched as he carefully pulled the paper off the gift, balling it up and tossing it on the coffee table. he slid the top off the shoebox you had placed it in, and then pulled the book out.

“a scrapbook?”

“look inside!” you urged. quinn flipped open the cover and was met with pictures of the two of you, only a day after meeting. the pages were beautiful, telling a story and filled with memorabilia. he laughed at the picture of you on the ground, skates on your feet, and a bloody knee. you had written a caption next to it: “just one game, i promise you won’t get hurt.” that’s what quinn had told you ten minutes prior to the picture being taken. he smiled at the ticket stubs taped to the pages, for various movies, hockey games, and other places you had gone over the years. he ran his fingers over the dried flower petals of the corsage he gave you for prom, right next to the cringy pictures ellen had made you both take. you had even included the letter he wrote you when he went off to vancouver, not wanting to leave you without saying goodbye but knowing he would never be able to get his words together well enough in person.

“this is… holy shit, this is amazing!”

“you really think so?” you asked, looking down at the pages. “we’ve been through so much so there was a lot to include but in times like this, being a memory hoarder comes in handy i guess.” quinn was silent, and you assumed he was reading the letter, just like you were. but no, he was staring at you, trying to figure out if he should say something or just go for it. he decided on the former.

“y/n.” when you looked up at him, dreamy smile on your face, all thoughts went out the window. he cupped your cheeks, pulling your lips to his. he tried to convey everything he was feeling into the kiss, but he was feeling a lot. so instead, he pulled away and rested his forehead on yours.

“quinn…”

“what i was going to talk to you about, before you demanded that i open my present and make me fall even more in love with you,”

“you’re in love with me?” you asked, pulling away to look at him with wide, happy eyes.

“i am. and i want you to be mine because i don’t think i can go another day without you being more than my best friend.”

“i don’t think i can go another day like that either,” you admitted. he smiled, then pulled you back into a kiss, though this one was softer.

“i love you, y/n y/l/n.”

“i love you too, quinn hughes.” you could vaguely hear your mom failing to whisper something about “finally happening” from the kitchen, but you didn’t care at the moment. you had your boy the way you had always wanted him, and that was all you needed.

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i love your theme so much🫶

thank you sm :) i tried to make it fit my personality/my fav stuff!

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pt 2 soon ;) so sorry i have been so busy bc the holidays!

foolish one

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lh43 x childhood bestfriend!reader

warnings: angst, semi-swearing

you and luke were inseparable. always attached to each other, whether it was you attending his hockey games or him attending your events. everyone around you guys always thought you were both dating, although you wish you were, there was never any romantic relationships.

highschool graduation happened, and you and luke both had committed to the university of michigan. as time went on through senior year, yours and lukes relationship was rocky, luke being too busy with hockey and girls to always be there for you. as for you, you were still one of his biggest supporters. it was in that long list of promises you guys made when you were seven. 'we promise to always be there for each other no matter what.'

college was rocky, you barely saw luke, heard from him, it was hard on you.

chances are, tonight, you've already got plans and chances are i will talk myself to sleep again

you cried every night, seeing pictures of luke at parties with girls while you were never invited. you felt invisible to him now, your mom and ellen called every day, they knew how much love you have for luke, they knew it from the moment you slipped and fell on the ice and luke helped you up, the moment your spark in your eyes grew.

and the voices say, "you are not the exception you will never learn your lesson"

that spark was now slowly fading away. you really thought you had a chance being his best friend that maybe, just maybe he'd be in love with you too.

don't know what to call this situation but i know i can't call you mine

the whole first semester of freshman year went by really fast, meaning it was now time for winter break, one of your favorite seasons. luke was still radio silence, you both always spent winter together, guess he's too famous for you now, another promise broken, 'we promise to never forget each other, no matter how famous we get.'

but goodbye screamin' in the silence and the voices in my head are tellin' me why

when ellen and your mother came down to visit they held a little gathering with jack, quinn, luke and his friends.

the gathering was a mess.

"yo moose who's this girl in your baby pictures." one of his teammates had brought up.

"oh her, she's just an old friend." he had replied, 'old friend.' that hurt to hear, you were no longer apart of his life.

cause you got her on your arm and me in the wings i'll get your longing glances, but she'll get your ring

luke didn't know you were there, too busy with his new girlfriend and teammates. but you heard it all, you see it all, it was heartbreaking, quinn saw it all though. quinn was always second closest to you, being that person you looked up to, he was the first person you ever confessed you had a crush to luke on.

"it hurts quinny, it hurts so much, i feel like a ghost to him. i thought we would've happened i thought all the signs i gave him would've been enough for him to catch on. i feel so stupid" you sobbed into quinns chest, hos heart breaking for you.

"shh its okay, my brothers an idiot, please don't feel like stupid, it's not your fault angel" quinn rubbed your back softly as you sat there and cried yourself to sleep.

foolish one sittin' 'round waiting for confessions of love they ain't never gonna come and thinkin' he's the one, you should've been walkin' out foolish one

you woke up the next morning devastated. maybe in another universe it could've happened, but right now its time to piece yourself back together. you couldn't face watching your spark keep fading over someone who no longer is present in your life.

when all is said and done, he just wasn't the one no, he just wasn't the one

for you, luke will always be your past present and future, but right now he is not what is needed in your life, mayne one day he'll come back to his senses but for the time being self-love is the best healing.

tags: @drysdalesv @ghostfacd @shy4turcs

pt 2??

#luke hughes

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foolish one

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

lh43 x childhood bestfriend!reader

warnings: angst, semi-swearing

college was rocky, you barely saw luke, heard from him, it was hard on you.

chances are, tonight, you've already got plans and chances are i will talk myself to sleep again

and the voices say, "you are not the exception you will never learn your lesson"

that spark was now slowly fading away. you really thought you had a chance being his best friend that maybe, just maybe he'd be in love with you too.

don't know what to call this situation but i know i can't call you mine

but goodbye screamin' in the silence and the voices in my head are tellin' me why

when ellen and your mother came down to visit they held a little gathering with jack, quinn, luke and his friends.

the gathering was a mess.

"yo moose who's this girl in your baby pictures." one of his teammates had brought up.

"oh her, she's just an old friend." he had replied, 'old friend.' that hurt to hear, you were no longer apart of his life.

cause you got her on your arm and me in the wings i'll get your longing glances, but she'll get your ring

"shh its okay, my brothers an idiot, please don't feel like stupid, it's not your fault angel" quinn rubbed your back softly as you sat there and cried yourself to sleep.

foolish one sittin' 'round waiting for confessions of love they ain't never gonna come and thinkin' he's the one, you should've been walkin' out foolish one

when all is said and done, he just wasn't the one no, he just wasn't the one

tags: @drysdalesv @ghostfacd @shy4turcs

pt 2??

#luke hughes #umich blurbs #umich hockey #luke hughes x reader #nj devils #nj devils imagine

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