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jimmy-snuggs · 10 months

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yours | Q. Hughes

note: I don't know what this is...it just happened. Quinn hughes x fem!reader, Quinn hughes x norris!sister. Takes place in summer '23. Reader is the same age as Jack.

summary: in which Josh's little sister goes to the Hughes Lake house with him, where two years ago Quinn and her had a one night stand.

cw: slight smut?🫣 allusions to sex, some touching...no actual sex

You sigh in relief when the car finally pulls into the driveway of the lakehouse. It wasn’t that long of a trip but it was extremely hot and you didn’t want to be stuffed in the car longer than you needed to. A small smile forms on your face as you set your eyes on the familiar house. You hadn’t been here the last two years but when Josh heard you didn’t have any plans this summer, he insisted you come along.

“I’m gonna unload our stuff, mind going inside and getting Quinn to come help me…” your brother says and you agree.

As soon as you walk into the house you’re met with various forms of greetings.

“Little Josh!” says Trevor

“The prodigal daughter returns,” from Jack

“Welcome home,” says Cole

“Look who it is, the little traitor herself,” Quinn says and that’s the only greeting you reply to.

“You’re still calling me that?”

“Are you still going to Ohio State?” he replies

“No actually, I just graduated, remember?” you ask knowing the answer. Quinn had sent you flowers as congratulations, so of course he remembers.

“That’s even worse, graduating from there. Actually I don’t know if I can allow you to stay here anymore,” he says and you hit him on the arm as he laughs. Quinn didn’t smile often, so each time he laughed at something you said or did, you got this proud little feeling in your gut. You earned that smile.

He pulls you into his chest, squeezing tight, and your eyes close as you inhale his familiar scent. Jack, Trevor and Cole all exchange awkward glances when a solid two minutes goes by and you guys are still hugging.

“Are we all getting hugs, or are those reserved for huggy bear only?” Trevor teases and you and Quinn break apart from your hug, his hands lingering on your waist as you move to pull the other guys into much shorter hugs.

“Where’s Luke?” you ask, noting his absence.

"We sent him, Dylan and Tyler to the store," Quinn says

"You trusted them to get everything you needed?" you ask amused

"It's better than sending those three," Quinn says referring to Jack, Trevor and Cole, who all look very offended and you laugh.

"Thanks for sending Quinn out to help me," Josh says dryly, walking in with 4 bags in his hands, and you wince.

"Sorry, I got distracted," you reply apologetically.

"You know where your room is, give me her bags and I'll take them to hers," Quinn says to Josh who hands him your bags.

You follow Quinn up the stairs, and linger awkwardly by the entrance of the room. Your gaze lands on the bed and instantly flashbacks appear of when you were last in this room.

"God, you feel so fucking good."

"Open your legs for me, baby. I wanna see you."

"Don't close your eyes. Look at me."

Your cheeks heat up and you swallow thickly before looking back at Quinn who just gives you a little smirk, knowing that you're also thinking about that night. The next morning you both agreed to forget it ever happened, but it was the best sex you've ever had and you'd be lying if you said you haven't thought about it constantly over the past 2 years.

"What?" You ask when you find him staring at you.

"I just didn't realise how much I missed you." he says

"I missed you too,"

"You wouldn't have had to miss me if you hadn't been avoiding me for two years," he says

"I haven't been avoiding you, I was just busy," you argue

"Either way, I'm glad you're here," he says and lays a kiss on your head before exiting the room.

You take a deep breath before laying on the bed and staring at the ceiling. You had hoped that your crush on your brother's best friend would have faded at least a little by now, but it's still the same, if not worse.

☆

A few days later you and the guys were out on the boat. Quinn was steering while the rest of the guys were wake surfing.

You could feel Quinn's eyes on you as you spoke to Tyler.

"I'm so glad you're here, I would've actually feared for my life if I was here alone with all these Michigan guys," you say and Tyler chuckles with a little wince.

"Yeah…I transferred to Michigan, remember?" he asks

"Oh my God…I totally forgot. Now I wish I had gone to Michigan instead,"you say bummed that everyone had gone there except you. Well and Jack, Trevor and Cole but it's not like you were trying to follow in their footsteps.

"I was so heartbroken that you graduated, I needed a change of scenery, you know?" Tyler says with a little grin and you shake your head. He was such a shameless flirt.

"Sure."

"I for one am glad you didn't go to Michigan," Tyler says

"Why's that?" you ask

"Cause red is definitely your colour," he says, dragging his gaze up and down your body that is clad in a red bikini.

"Tyler, you're up!" Quinn barks at him and walks over, handing you his hoodie.

"Thanks" you say, putting it on and he just nods.

☆

That night you were laying in bed, unable to sleep, when the bedroom door opened.

"Quinn? What are you doing here?" you ask

"I couldn't sleep, I kept thinking about…tell me you didn't sleep with him." Quinn says a little erratically and you stand up to make your way over to him, clad in only a T Shirt, his shirt, and panties.

"Sleep with who?" you ask confused

"Tyler" he grits out

"What? No, of course not," you say appalled that he would even think that, and he lets out a relieved sigh.

"Are you jealous?" you ask a little amused and Quinn glares at you.

"It's not funny," Quinn says and your eyes widen slightly.

"You are jealous. You have no reason to be jealous, Quinn. I'm not yours, and we're not together." you say and his jaw clenches.

He steps closer, lifting the hem of your shirt and putting one hand on your bare waist, pulling you closer to him. The other hand delves into your hair, tipping your head back as Quinn lowers his mouth to yours, lightly dragging his lips over yours in a whisper of a kiss before moving down laying open mouth kisses on your neck. You shudder when he sucks on a particular sensitive spot, knowing it will leave a mark.

"Quinn," you gasp

"No one else can make you feel like this and no one else touches you like I do. We may not be together but we both know you're mine." he says and moves the hand on your waist upwards to cup your breast, lightly running his thumb over your nipple, hardening it and you whimper.

"Please," you say and he smirks

"Please what?"

"Please touch me," you beg

"You have to say it first baby," he says and you whine knowing what he wants.

"I'm yours, all yours, only yours. Now please touch me," you say

Quinn takes off his clothes, leaving him in only his boxers before removing your shirt, picking you up and carrying you to the bed, gently laying you down.

"You have to be quiet, okay? As much as I'd love for Tyler to hear how good I make you feel, we don't want Josh to hear…right?" Quinn asks laying kisses from your breasts down to your stomach and you nod.

"Words baby," he says

"I'll be quiet," you say and he smiles

"Good girl," he says.

☆

The next morning you leave Quinn in your bed, and make your way downstairs to the kitchen, where you find Jack, Luke and Trevor sitting at the counter, whispering quietly.

"Morning," you say

"Morning," Jack replies

"Sleep well?" Luke asks with a little smile.

"Yeah, I slept great,"

"I bet you did," Trevor says with a smirk but before you can ask Quinn enters the room.

"How did you sleep Quinn?" Trevor asks

"I slept great, better than I have in a while," he says looking at you.

Trevor, Jack and Luke all exchange amused looks. Maybe you weren't as quiet as you thought last night

Before you can interrogate them, Josh enters the room, grumbling a "good morning" and making his way to the coffee machine.

"What the fuck is that?" Josh yells, striding over to you and moving your hair to the side, bending your neck in an awkward position, inspecting the hickey on your neck.

"Ow! Josh!" you exclaim swatting his hands away,

"Which one of you fuckers did it? Trevor?" Josh asks threateningly and Trevor holds his hands up.

"It wasn't me I swear. I mean I wish it was, but it wasn't." he says and both Quinn and Josh glare at him.

"Tyler!" Josh yells, running up the stairs to Tyler's room, making the same assumption Quinn almost did yesterday,

"Are you guys gonna come clean or are you gonna let him kill Tyler?" Luke asks

"Nah, we'll wait a little." Quinn says and you smile, knowing it's Quinn's way of making Tyler pay for flirting with you yesterday.

"Wanna go get breakfast?" You ask Quinn, not wanting to be here when Josh eventually connects the dots.

"Absolutely," Quinn says, grabbing the keys.

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jimmy-snuggs · 10 months

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🥲

sometimes i forget i have no idea what team jamie drysdale and trevor zegras play for because no one has announced that they have signed with them

i assume they play for the ducks

then i see a post that says they could be separated

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jimmy-snuggs · 11 months

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He’s so pretty😇😩

7.29.23

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jimmy-snuggs · 11 months

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Heartbreak Girl

Mark Estapa x OC!

word count: 1093

Based on Heartbreak Girl by 5 Second if summer!

a/n: requests are open!!!

Being in love with your best friend is difficult, even more difficult when she has a douchebag for a boyfriend. Mars Connor has been bestfriends with Mark Estapa since second grade when she punched a kid for kicking him off the swings, and Mark has been in love with her ever since. When they both got accepted to UMich they were ecstatic, being able to see each other at least twice a week instead of having to wait for months. Well that was until Mars started dating a guy from the football team, Simon, their sophomore year. On the outside Mars and Simon looked like a happy picture perfect couple, but all the heartbreaking calls Mark received from Mars, at least twice a month, saying they broke up and got back together again told the truth. So when Mars and Simon had finally called it quits for good a week ago, Mark felt a weight lift off his chest.

It was a little past 11pm when Mark's phone started buzzing beside him in bed, rolling over groggy from sleep, he didn't check who was calling and just answered. “Hello?” His voice rough and barely above a whisper, but the minute he heard the sniffle from the other end he shot up in his bed. “Sorry did I wake you up?” Mars hiccuped. “Don't worry about it, Mars, what's wrong?” The line was silent for a moment before she left out a sob, his heart breaking even further. “He's already with someone else.” Her sobs growing stronger. “When does it stop? When does my heart stop hurting? Did it ever actually mean anything to him?” Clenching his fists Mark responded, “Of course it meant something to him,” liar, “ You were together for what, like seven months? It had to have meant something to him.” Mark knew this probably wasn't the truth, but he'd do anything to make her feel like her world wasn't completely crumbling. “Could you- could you maybe come over?” He could feel time stop, “I really don't want to be alone right now.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. Mark was silent, no answer coming from him for a good minute. “It's ok I mean you don't have to- I'm sorry I'll let you go back to sleep.” She rushed out, feeling bad for even asking. “I'll be there in five.” And with that Mark was hopping out of bed before putting a shirt on and grabbing his keys. “Hey Mark?” Mars asked, “Yeah Mars?” “Thanks for being my best friend.” Mark felt his heart crack, reminding him where they stood. “Always.” That night Mark held Mars close, not knowing if he'd ever get to do it again.

A month later, Mars was still heartbroken and Mark was telling her what she wanted to hear. He was still telling her that Simon had to have actually loved her, that he was just going through a phase and they'd be back together soon. He wanted to scream. Scream out that she should be with him, because Simon treated her like shit and he treats her like she put the sun in the sky, but he bit his tongue, not wanting to upset her further. He's still stuck so far in the friend zone and he doesn't think he'll ever get out.

The next week Mars was no longer upset, no Mars was pissed. “I regret ever meeting him.” She scoffs as her and Mark walk out of the campus diner. While they were getting lunch Simon had shown up with the one girl he constantly told Mars she didn't have to worry about, clearly she did because here they were in a booth two tables away making out. “He was a piece of shit, I don't know what I ever saw in him.” Mark was so close to confessing to her, but ultimately kept his mouth shut. He was just going to have to get it through her head that she belongs with him. For the next month and a half he did everything in his power to show her his feelings without actually saying the words, but Mars was still oblivious, still hung up on Simon. Mark was frustrated, and it showed in the way he was acting. “Is everything okay between us?” Mars asked. “It's fine.” Mark’s voice was gruff, frustration showing. “Are you sure? You've been acting weird all week, did I do something wrong?” Mark stopped walking in front of her, running a hand through his hair and taking a deep breath in. “Everything's fine Mars just please drop it. You didn't do anything.” Mars wasn't taking this answer though, instead she kept pushing. “Stop lying, something's clearly wrong, why won't you tell me!” She yelled. “Jesus Mars when are you gonna realize!” He yelled back. “Realize what Mark! I can't read your mind!” “That I’m right here!” Now she was really confused. “What the hell do you mean?” They were having a full on argument in the middle of the courtyard and they didn't even care. “That I’m in love with you! That I've been in love with you since we were kids! That i've always been right here to pick up the pieces of your heart and glue it back together! You don't even-” He was shut up and Mars grabbed his face and put her lips on his. Mark froze in shock, his eyes widening for a moment before he relaxed into her. The kiss was soft and sweet, but over way too quickly for Mark's liking, his lips chasing hers as she smiles and tears her forehead on his. “You should have told me,” She whispers, “ I've always loved you Mark. Why else do you think I punched that kid in second grade?” she was giggling and Mark's face lit up. Brushing the stray pieces of her ginger hair out of her face he pulled her in for another kiss. “Does this mean I can finally call you my girlfriend?” She waits for a moment before a sly smirk crosses her face, “I don't know, does it?” Mark lets out a groan, “Come on Mars, I've waited 12 years please don't make me wait any longer” “Yes Mark, I'm yours.”

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jimmy-snuggs · 11 months

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JAMIE FUCKING DRYSDALE YOU’RE GOING TO KILL ME

#he’s such a cute beef cake #oh my god

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So sick and twisted (It’s perfect and I love him now)

Just Friends: Luke Hughes

amandatalks!: hello friends, this is a big one!! this post is brought to you by my unyielding need to please people, and the numerous hours i gave up sleep over. i hope you all like it! (warnings: mentions of alcohol and slightly drunk reader, mean girls, mean comments, self-doubt, mentions of kissing!) THIS IS ALSO MY LONGEST FIC TO DATE! <3

words: 4.5k (holy shit) — three times luke tried to pass off whatever was festering between the two of you as just being friends, and one time that you couldn’t let him do it anymore.

It was late, and by the time that you and Luke had stumbled into his shared apartment with Jack, you could barely contain the alcohol fueled giggles that were coming out of you. It had been a good night — a great night, in fact, as the two of you spent the weekend catching up with old friends that had come to visit from UMich, and hanging out with people who weren’t only asking you questions about how school was. It was an evening where the drinks flowed as freely as the conversation did, and with Luke at your side, (not wanting to risk another fine for getting caught with a drink in his hand,) it had been even better.

Now, though, you couldn’t even remember what you had been laughing at seconds prior, but knew it had to do with the 6’2 hulk of a boy trying his best to wrangle you inside the door, while also doing it only in his socks; your feet had hurt from the heels you had worn, so Luke, in all of his charm and gentleman ways, had switched shoes with you — opting to carry your heels by their straps and dangle them from his finger, while you stepped into his much larger Nikes.

Finally getting his key into the lock, Luke tried opening the door as quietly as possible, so as to not disturb the quiet of the apartment. Tucking one of his arms around your waist, he tried ushering you into the entrance, only to miscount on one important thing: the shoes he had loaned you were still much too big for you, and in your state, you almost managed to trip over them again.

“Woah there, kid,” you heard, right as Luke managed to corral you into the foyer of the apartment, and as the overhead lights turned on to show who had caught the two of you: Jack, still half-asleep, stood in front of you and Luke, trying to wrap his head around what he was seeing. There was the two of you — Luke looking entirely sober, but barefoot, and you, with your cheeks flushed from the alcohol and clad in shoes that were much too big for you; if he had caught you two at any other time, he’d have laughed at the absurdity of the situation. Now though, after being awoken from his night time routine from your giggles and Luke’s obvious failure to try and keep you quiet, he could only stare and try not to laugh.

“Sorry, dude, we didn’t mean to wake you!” you tried to say, which came out much more gibberish-like when the words finally passed your lips. Even without the rush of the drinks you had earlier, this happened at times, where your brain seemed to work much faster than your mouth, which also left you tongue-tied. Instead, despite your words coming out half slurred and half hurried, Jack knew what you meant either way; you had been around Luke, and around him by proxy, enough times that he could speak to you in the same way his little brother could.

“Don’t worry about it kid, just get you asses in here, the both of you,” was all Jack said in response, before figuring out that Luke had you under control. In a way, he was right — after seeing how much his shoes were cutting off any chance at you actually making it upstairs in one piece, Luke decided it’d be better off to go to Plan B — a plan that included sweeping you off your feet, and simply carrying you up the stairs in a bridal carry of sorts. As he made sure that the door was locked behind the two of you, he could see Jack opt for the kitchen as he made his way upstairs, and as he felt the arms you had put behind his neck slacken a bit. When he looked down, you were on the verge of passing out.

“Hey, hey pretty girl, you can’t go to sleep yet,” he whispered, for your ears only. You automatically perked up, still caught up in the rush of a night well spent, so were entirely awake as he sat you on the counter of his bathroom — where all of your skincare products were laid out from where he had thought forward earlier.

“C’mon, ready? Then we can head to bed,” he said quietly, before handing you the cotton rounds and adding your toner, before doing the same for himself. As the two of you began your skincare routines — something you had thankfully gotten him hooked on months ago, while the two of you were still at UMich, you quietly thought to yourself how lucky you were to have him in your life — the boy you considered your best friend, and, in the darkness where no one could see your heart eyes, the love of your life. You, of course, would never mention that to him — still too afraid of being one of the many girls who you had seen be on the receiving end of Luke’s inability to commit at times; you were better off simply being friends, no?

Luke, on the other hand, finished up quicker than you did — and as he wrapped up brushing his teeth, made a quick note to grab you the Advil from the kitchen counter. As he mumbled a quick “be right back,” to you, he exited the bathroom, and made his way downstairs — where he could see his brother at the kitchen island, typing away at his phone.

Hearing footsteps come near him, Jack lifted his head and saw Luke — still dresses in his nice pants, but only clad in socks and an old sweatshirt. “Your girl go down alright? She’s gonna have a massive hangover in the morning,” he joked, only to see Luke’s eyebrows go up.

“She’s not m’girlfriend” he said, a bit petulantly. “We’re just friends.”

“You sure about that, bud? Most people I know who are ‘just friends’ don’t lend each other their shoes, or even carry them up the stairs, Moose,” Jack responded. This wasn’t the first time someone had tried putting a label on what you and Luke were to each other. In reality, neither of you knew where the other stood — you were too afraid of rejection to tell Luke how you felt, and Luke was too caught up in trying to make sure you were comfortable enough around him to risk ruining what the two of you had built to tell you how he felt about you, too.

“Yeah, I swear. Not sure she’s into me either way,” he mumbled, before deciding the conversation was over. He couldn’t spend his time ruminating over your feelings about him — especially since, to him, they were practically non-existent. Either way, Luke grabbed the aforementioned Advil bottle, a glass of water, and headed back upstairs to you — where he found you laying under the covers in his bed.

It wasn’t a big deal, either, since the two of you had shared beds loads of times, but the mere thought of having you so close to him still made Luke flush — the idea of having you in his bed, not as just a friend, but as something more — well, it was something he wanted, but was still too afraid of what that would change.

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The second time this happened, however, was entirely your fault — and you were an adult, so you’d own up to it. You had just arrived at the Prudential Center, geared up to watch Luke in all of his glory as a starting member of the Devils for the season, and during an eventful time in the season — the playoffs were right around the corner, but this time, the boys found themselves playing against the Penguins, meaning you could under no means miss that game.

As the Devils began their warm-ups, Luke passing and shooting puck after puck into the net, you saw him look around the arena at least twice before his eyes landed on you — clad in the jersey he had bought you years ago when he first began playing in Jersey, and clad with his number (and last name) all over your back.

Finally finding you, he finished up his own drills before the team came together for a quick debrief, before the rest of them made their way back to the locker room to rid themselves of their warm-up jerseys, and where Luke made a beeline for your piece of glass — tapping twice before smiling at you behind his mask.

The two of you knew the glass wasn’t entirely soundproof, but it’d still be a pain to talk over the thousands of other voices in the arena, so Luke just stuck to your ritual — knocking twice on the glass, and then taking his right hand and making a fist, rubbing it over his heart quickly. It was a short little movement, but one you did back almost immediately — tapping your own hand, and rubbing it over your heart too. The tradition, which had started when Luke still played hockey at UMich, was meant to signify that you were here for each other — that while he was on the ice, you were there watching, and that, regardless if you were in the stands, he understood that you were there for him, too.

Soon enough, though, he was called back into the locker room, and the game against the Penguins began. As you tried to focus on the first period, where you could see Jack and Nico getting pushed around a bit by the other team, and Luke trying to pass the puck to Jack, you couldn’t help but feel eyes on the back of your head — the feeling that someone, or multiple people, were looking at you.

Making quick work of just checking your surroundings, you turned your head back and met the eyes of a group of women looking directly at you, smirks on their faces. They looked like the token WAG you had come to expect at these events — the group of five women looked like identical copies of each other, all blonde, fake tanned, and white, and all of which were sporting the same types of brands. In a way, you knew who they were — you and Luke had various conversations on the type of women that were thought of when it came to hockey, but it was what you could hear them talking about that really pissed you off.

“I mean, come on!” the first one said. She was most likely the tallest of them, and looked like someone had pressed copy on a photo of the one sitting right next to her. “She’s obviously just hooking up with him. I doubt Luke would put up with that for long,” she laughed with her friends, and you knew they were talking about you.

Sure, you didn’t fit the stereotype or even the type of girl that Luke had dated in the past, which was fine, conserving you were just friends. There was a line that you refused to cross between the two of you, and this was partly the reason: you didn’t look like the type of girl he’d usually go for, especially since most of his Instagram following all looked like copy-paste versions of the same two people, and at times, that made you rethink everything.

Trying to find the courage to tell them off, however, you put all of those emotions away for now. You had to remind yourself that you were here, supporting your best friend, and despite what others said about the way you looked, you weren’t going to let them get to you — especially not from girls who looked for any reason to put others down for their own gain.

Steeling your nerves, you turned back to them once more, and gave them a quick smile, and faced forward in your seat. You could hear them continue to whisper and snicker, but it was at that moment that your attention was brought back to the game almost immediately — there was Luke, having been passed the puck by Haula, sending it flying into the Penguins’ net. You could tell the opposing team’s defense was going hard, but you knew Luke’s grit was much harder, and the moment that puck went into that net, he was screaming, and you were too, joining the other viewers as they began chanting his name.

“LET’S GO HUGHES!” you yelled, throwing your hands up in the air as he was caught by the rest of the Devils in their group hug. “Let’s go Luke!” you continued, still yelling you absolute head off.

Your boy had scored, and as he got on one knee to do his signature celly, he looked over at you and pointed directly at where you were now screaming your lungs off — giving him as much of a smile as he could muster.

When you sat back down, though, you could feel the pinpricks of the group behind you once again. You weren’t going to let them get to you, and as the rest of the game continued — Jack getting in two more goals, with Luke assisting on one of them and then on Nico’s as well, you could practically feel the happiness emanating off of him as the Devils won, clinched on a score of 8 to 3.

When it wrapped up however, and you made your way to the back entrance of the Prudential Center to wait for Luke, (who was also your ride home at this point since he decided he wanted to drive to the rink,) you found yourself again by the same group of girls you had tried to evade for the rest of the game. The same girl who had spoken about you, who you could only assume was the ringleader, was walking up to Luke, who had begun exiting the locker room.

You didn’t think he had seen you yet, but we’re surprised the moment he sidestepped the girl and beelined directly at you — grabbing you around your waist and hoisting you up, spinning you around as he smiled at you. When he put you down, you could only marvel at the boy in front of you.

“Y/N, did you see that? That was insane!” he said, now grabbing you by your shoulders. He was insanely happy — his wet curls pushed back, and the tint to his cheeks being more from his excitement rather than the cold.

“Dude of course I did! God, you did so well!” was the only thing you could respond — he had absolutely killed the game, and you couldn’t be prouder. At that moment, more of the guys had filed out of the locker room, and amongst them, Haula and Nico. When the other two saw you and Luke, they came over to congratulate the rookie in front of you.

“Good game, man!” they said, shaking his shoulder and giving him one of those bro-hugs. “Do yourself a favor and go celebrate with your girl tonight! You deserve it, ay” Nico said, looking at Luke and then smiling at you.

Almost immediately, you could feel the heat in your cheeks, and you could feel Luke’s arms around you slacken a bit as he told him that the two of you were “just friends,” as he said their goodbyes.

While it might not have looked like the two other hockey players believed in what he had said, you realized something as well — you didn’t think you could believe that any more, either.

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The third time this happened though, neither of you were even aware it had happened. It was the middle of the season, and you were (once again) in Luke’s apartment, only this time, you were surrounded by his family, who had come in to town for the Devils versus Canucks game that was happening that week.

Never one to miss out on seeing Jim or Ellen, or even Quinn, who you had the pleasure of meeting alongside Jack when Luke first introduced you to his family back in college, you had made your way over to their shared apartment, and fell into automatic conversation with Ellen and Jim over the current season, around your own schooling at Princeton, and just life in general with Luke.

“Well, it’s definitely going,” you laughed. “I can’t say that seeing Luke get thrown on the ice by other players is fun, but I love watching them play! And plus, it’s always good to get off campus and live, you know?” you told her, nodding along as she spoke about her own work back in Michigan, and her plans to see the boys play more.

You adored Luke’s parents, truly. Ellen had been taken with you from the moment that Luke introduced you, back when you were at UMich, and she adored you now, especially since you had made the decision to stick by his side — deciding that Princeton was where you’d go to graduate school, and even more that you knew yourself better than anyone; that while you were loyal, you also had goals you wanted to reach in life. In all honesty, she was really hoping that you and Luke would end up together — I mean, she couldn't ask for anyone else more perfect than you.

As the night went on, however, you found yourself talking with all the members of the Hughes family — jumping from Ellen to Quinn, and then finally ending up with Luke and Jim while the rest of the boys went to help Ellen with something.

Unbeknownst to either you or Luke however, that “thing” that Ellen had asked for help on was instead a conversation about the two of you — and what had come of it.

As Ellen wrangled Jack and Quinn into the kitchen, she asked if they knew what the situation was between you and Luke — between two people that she could obviously tell were in love with each other. When the two older Hughes protested against this, citing all the times that Luke had simply shrugged off questions about you as simply “being friends,” Ellen only rolled her eyes.

“Call it a mother’s instinct, but your brother is in love with that girl,” she said, before peeking out to see you guys once more. “Just look at the way he looks at her,” she continued.

“I’ve never seen Luke look at anyone like that. Not before she came around,” she finished. And she was right — as the other Hughes siblings finally saw right through whatever mask Luke had been trying to keep up, they could see the glances he gave you while you spoke to his father — the teasing touches he gave you as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, and the way you unconsciously leaned into him, as well. It was clear that, despite how many times the two of you tried to play it off as being “just friends,” you were much more than that.

You were much more than friends who shared a bed, or friends who supported one another without complaint. The looks that Luke would shoot your way when you weren’t looking weren’t reserved for his friends, they were reserved for you, and vice versa. The two of you were simply no longer just friends — but two people who were so entwined, that they had fallen in love with each other along the way.

—

You could no longer simply be “just friends” with Luke Hughes, and that was a startling fact.

It had come to you after months of speculation, of thinking about where you stood in his life and where he stood in yours, and after mulling it over while doing your course readings, (and the courage of two RedBulls and half a turkey sandwich,) you decided that enough was enough — you could no longer be “just friends” with the man you were desperately in love with, and you were going to make it apparent, one way or another.

So, with this train of thought, you did one of the most reckless things you’ve ever done: you got your ass in your car, and practically floored it to the Prudential Center, where you knew Luke had morning skate, mainly because he had texted you about it only hours prior.

Which again — most best friends don’t text the other with regular life updates on if they showered that morning, thanking them for the body wash recommendations, and what they had ordered from Dunkin, right? You knew your relationship wasn’t exactly normal, but you had made up your mind either way — you could no longer go on pretending as if you weren’t madly in love with the curly haired defenseman, and those feelings were going to come out. Today.

As you neared the center, you were let in by the security guards at front who you had made friends with during all of the last-minute drop-offs you had done for Luke over the season; so much so that they knew you on a first-name basis, and called you the “Hughes Girl,” simply because every time you spoke, it was always related somehow to Luke.

Now bough, as you waved at them and yelled a quick hello, you tried your best not to simply start running to the ice, which you knew was not your best idea. Regardless, you rushed as fast as you could — speed walking down the halls so fast your calves ached.

As you neared the locker room, however, you could hear the cacophony of voices emanating from the doors as various players filed out, each one giving you either a strange look, or simply smiling at you.

Recognizing Nico and Jack almost immediately, the pair turned to you and smiled, knowing why you had come.

“Luke’s in there, he’s just finishing up,” Jack said in lieu of any type of welcome. You flashed him a thank you and a smile, as you came to a stop in front of them.

“Do you think he’s almost done? I really gotta talk to him,” you rushed out, and you could tell by the way they both did a double take at your frazzled state — heaving breaths from the speed walking, and from the fact that your hair was most likely a mess, the two only nodded.

“He’s the only one in there, so you should be good to go, ey” was all Nico said, before murmuring a quick “good luck” as you gave him back a smile and rushed into the locker room.

As you enter however, you don’t get to catch the knowing look that the two shared over you head, or even the fact that, as soon as you walked away, Jack pulled out his phone and Venmo’d Quinn $100, simply filling in the note with a “you were right.”

As you entered the room, you were met with the sight of a shirtless Luke with his back to you — and regardless if you were on a mission to spill your guts out, you stopped to admire the view. He was toned and marked from the years and years of physical workouts, and you could only thank your lucky stars that you had fallen for a man that was beautiful inside and out. Sure, he was physically fit, but Luke also had the biggest heart you had ever seen — and loved like it, too.

Clearing your throat to grab his attention, Luke whipped around, dropping the shirt he carried in his hands.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” was his only question as he looked at you.

Taking a deep breath, and trying your best to steel your nerves, you let the word vomit spill out of you: “Luke Hughes, I have something to tell you,” you began.

You could tell he wanted to interrupt you, but you put up a hand to stop him. “And I need you not to interrupt me, because if this doesn’t go as planned, I need to be able to make a run for it as soon as possible.” you said. Luke only nodded, a tinge of fear marking the crease in his eyebrows.

“Luke, I am in love with you — and I know this isn’t the best place to talk about this, but I have been in love with you for such a fucking long time, and I can’t hide this anymore. I am sick of being just friends, Luke, and I can’t do it anymore. I don’t want to be introduced as your friend, I want to be loved as your girlfriend, or maybe more, but that’s besides the point.”

“I am in love with you. I want your mornings and your evenings and I want you to send me all your memes and your thoughts because you love me too, okay? I don’t want to have to overthink my position in your life anymore, and I don’t want to ever hear you say we’re just friends, because we’re much more than that, okay? I love you Luke, and I just had to finally tell you” you finished.

Finally finished your rant, and breathing a bit hard from the lack of air, you could only look down, afraid of whatever reaction Luke was having to all of your words. Your chin, however, was guided back up by the two fingers Luke had gripped under your chin, bringing you to meet his gaze.

“I’m not as eloquent as you are, Y/N, but I’m sick of being just friends too. God, I love you too, so much,” was all he got out before he was crashing his lips to yours, his hands coming up to grip the sides of your face, while the other got tangled up in your hair, tilting your head so that he could recapture your lips once more.

Luke licked the seam of your upper lip, and you opened your mouth automatically — only for him to continue kissing you like no other person had before — which is to say, in the most mind boggling way ever.

As the two of you pulled away, Luke didn’t let you get far before he was tugging your forehead to lay on his, the water in his curls now seeping into your own. He looked at you the way you had always hoped he would — his eyes full of the same adoration you had always given him, and as he traced the bow of your lips, up to your cheekbones, you could only smile at him, happier than you’d ever been in you entire life. You finally had your boy; Luke was finally yours.

“I love you, pretty girl, you hear me? And regardless of anything I said to save face or keep you out, we were never just friends. You are, and always will be, my Y/N. Mine,” he said. You could only nod in response, still too caught up in Luke and the feeling of his lips on yours.

“I love you, Y/N, so much.”

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Do You Know How Hard I Tried? | Cole Caufield

word count: 1.1k

pairing: Cole Caufield x gn!reader (??)

warnings: angst, no happy ending, swearing,

summary: It was never a good idea, yet somehow that was never truly the issue.

requested: Yes

i do not know how much sense this makes so bear with me, anyways lmk if y'all want a pt2 happy ending my usual shit🤪

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It was a bad idea, anyone could see it.

The friends with benefits situation never worked, yet it was. Nothing had changed yet, simple rules in place keeping the peace.

“Hey, mon amour.” Cole voice first to greet you, walking into the familiar arena, seeing the other players getting skates on.

“Hi, Coley.” Sitting beside him on the bench, his arm wrapping your shoulders. “Missed me?” the teasing tone earning a small shove from the boy.

“I don’t see why you guys aren’t dating, you’re basically already a couple.” One of the other habs player’s voice could be heard, the feeling of panic washing over you. Had Cole told them? Could he tell you wanted more? Was it obvious?

“Shut up.” Cole’s arm removing itself from your shoulder before he continued, “I don’t want a relationship besides, no falling in love rule”

A few confused stares and one question got Cole to spill, “You guys made a rule to.. Not fall in love with your best friend?”

Cole's explanation short, leaving out the benefits part. Earning a few uninterested nods from the team, pecking your cheek before running out to the ice. Leaving you to go to the stands, sitting to watch practice.

It was a short practice, the game coming up later in the night, leaving you to wait for Cole to come out. First out as per usual, leading you out of the arena.

“You coming tonight?” His voice hopeful, like always when he asks.

“Of course, how could I not? Now, you coming over?”

His presence was enough to set your body on fire, his touch electrifying. His spot beside you on your couch, his tigh just touching yours. His next movements rushed, grabbing his bags in an instant.

“Shit! I’m late!” the panic clear in his voice, trying to calm him before he ran out the door, saying a short bye and ‘see you at the game’.

It wasn’t long before the game, the time passing fast. Entering the arena through a unknown side door, a little trick learned from Cole. Slipping in easily, walking your way to the hallway to see Cole, his figure leaned against the wall waiting.

“Mon amour!” He practically cheered, rushing over to you for a hug, lifting you up slightly.

“Hi Coley, missed me?” the teasing tone earning a scoff and a very sarcastic

“No, never.”

“Sure, sure Caufield.”

His name called shortly after, being pulled away to play, not before pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek. His disappearance leaving you to claim your seat by the bench, the view of the team perfect. You could see the smile on his face as the team came out, skating a lap past you, winking as he passed earning an eye roll.

To say the game went bad would be an understatement, the team had the worst loss of the season. Cole took more penalty minutes than ever, too many players got injured, and of course a fight full of harmful chirps.

Cole’s demeanor was completely different coming out, his stance not sad but not happy. His walk fast, pushing his way over to where you were in the hall.

“Why’re you still here?” the tone harsh, setting you back a minute.

“Cole, I always wait for you, we always go home together.”

His eyebrows raised at your declaration, earning a confused look from you.

“Why would I want to see you right now, you’re the cause of this!” his tone was venomous, the words cutting deep.

“What?” you could feel the tears clouding your eyes, his glare still hard.

“You, you’re the problem. If they didn’t see you they would’ve have anything against me.”

“Who’s they, Cole?”

“The other team! Chirping me for my girlfriend blah blah how you’re so clingy, how you probably slept with half the team. If they hadn’t I could’ve kept it, I could’ve won!”

The words striking hard, taking a minute to pause, almost physically stumbling at the words. His eyes never softening, His teammates slowly flooding around or through.

“You’re mad, because I love you? Cole what the fuck, you’re mad at me because you couldn’t calm down over some chirps, they weren’t even about you, were you ever going to tell me?”

“No, why did it matter? I just want you gone.”

“Fuck you, Cole Caufield.” The players walking past froze at the scene, entranced in a way they couldn’t look away. A single tear falling down before you could tear, the arms of the team's captain quickly pulling you off track and into him.

His hand rubbing circles on your back, letting you sob while he whispered comforting words. Gently leading you into the locker room, kicking everyone else out. Sitting with you on his lap, the muffled sweet words never stopping.

“Is it bad I still want him?” That was the first question, he looked down at you, his eyes soft, the opposite of Cole’s.

“No, you love him and he loves you, he’s just being so fucking stupid right now.” There was slight comfort from Nick’s words, his gentle motions and calming tone ensuring it would all be okay.

“I think I should go see him.”

“Just be careful, he’s too angry to see straight right now, he thinks the loss was his fault. Because he took all the penalty minutes, because the other team chose him to chirp at.”

“I know, I’ll be okay Nick, I’m strong.” His slight chuckle at the words earning one from you too, leaning against him once more.

“I know you’re strong, I just need to make sure you’ll be okay.”

It wasn’t hard to find Cole, slouched on the hallway floor, his head in his hands, his hair a mess from running his hands through it so much.

“Cole?” It was barely above a whisper yet he heard it, his head perking up at the sound.

“Amour.” His tone was breathy, like a plea. “What’re you still doing here?” Quickly standing up to stand before you.

“We need to talk.” It wasn’t a question, more of a statement, he had no choice this time.

“What? No we don’t, you need to go.” His tone immediately defensive, pushing you away.

“No, this isn’t fair to me Cole!”

“Why are you still here then! It’s like you're in love with me, god, you're like a lost puppy!” the emotions clearly still there, voices rising quickly.

"Do you know how hard I tried? For years? I tried so damn hard not to fall in love with you and I'm still here."

The words stunning Cole, his movement halted, his breathing stopped, the words sinking in.

“Shit.” It was the only thing he could say, watching your figure walk away. “Amour, come back, fuck, I’m so sorry!” the pleas, useless, never stopping to hear them.

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