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story of us: l. hughes

blurb: the story between you and luke was over. / word count: 2.1k / pairing: luke hughes x fem!reader

“No!” you said, trying to keep your tears at bay and the wavering of your voice to a minimum. “We had a plan, Luke. We had a plan, and suddenly you’re doing this?” you said, trying not to scream. You waved your arms around as if trying to explain what exactly “this” was, but you could only stare at the boy in front of you as he shook his head at you, trying to keep his own emotions in check.

The two of you didn’t argue, and the fact that this was occuring in the first place was just a reminder of how broken your relationship had become in the past few months. You stared at him from across your shared bathroom, your hands picking at the skin around your nails as you tried your hardest not to start tearing out your own hair.

You weren’t trying to be a bitch, or even trying to create an argument, but enough was enough — over the past few months, your relationship with Luke had become a shell of what it once was; he no longer communicated with you, often avoiding you when he was home after his away games, and as much as you tried to get him to talk, he would simply brush you off, or busy himself with other things. It hurt, to be completely honest. It was ana entire switch from the boy you had fallen in love with during your first year at UMich, and you were fed up with it — fed up with the lack of communication on Luke’s end, no matter how much you tried; sick of always being second-best to hockey, and most of all, feeling like you were so unloved everytime Luke disregarded what you told him. He had changed since moving to Jersey, and you were sick of it; sick of the people both of you had become that it was practically tearing you and your relationship apart.

“I —” you started, the tears now falling freely as Luke still stood at the bathroom entrance, staring at you. You could tell he was tired, but so were you — you were so fed up with feeling like you were a nuisance in your own relationship, and you needed an out. You needed to get away from the source.

“I can’t keep doing this anymore, Luke. I just can’t, and as much as I love you, I don’t think you love me the same. Not like you used to,” you began. Still nothing from him — not even a tick of his jaw. He simply stared at you, as if silently asking why you thought it was his fault. At this point, you had never heard silence this loud. So loud, in fact, that is was worse than screaming or fighting; it was loud enough to drown out everything else and hone in on the sound of your heart breaking.

Sliding down against your vanity, you sat on the bathroom floor, your knees hugged against your chest as you tried to put together the words to tell him it was over — that the two of you were over.

“We can’t keep this up anymore, Luke. I used to think I was so lucky to have fallen in love with you; to be loved by you, and now? Now I have to second-guess myself when I want to fuckign sit next to you, because I don’t know if you even want me there,” you cried. “I don’t know even know what page you’re on anymore, but you have so many walls up, and I can’t fucking get through them. I can’t keep pretending that I’m simply alright with you not caring about me anymore, and I — I just can’t,” you whispered, your voice now hiccupping from the tears and the mere exhaustion of the day. You wanted him to say something — to tell you it’d be alright, that he still loved you, but nothing came. Instead, he stood there at the door frame, looking down as you sobbed. No, this wasn’t the man you had fallen in love with; this was a man whose chapter in your book was over. Over for good.

The next day, after you had made up your mind about the state of your relationship — and as Luke continued to not so much as even speak to you about the status of where the two of you stood, you packed your bags and left. Standing in the entrance of the place you had called home for so long, your stuff packed all around you, Luke watched from the kitchen island. He still hadn’t spoken to you since he saw you crying last night — no comfort, no kisses or hugs. Nothing.

With one last look at him, you opened the door and slipped out of the door, not even bothering to look back at him. You were closing that chapter of your story and you were closing Luke alongside it too.

And to be fair, you were fine. Yes, the breakup hurt like a bitch, but you took the time you needed to mourn the version of your relationship you had liked; the first few months when the two of you had first fallen in love, and when you had the version of Luke that you had loved. After that? You had taken enough time to reflect and realize that the sparks you once felt had distinguished themselves long ago; how the way that you used to know your spot was right next to him changed into searching the room for an empty seat.

Almost a year later, you were doing fine — better than you were before. Instead of staying in Jersey, and staying tied down to finishing your schooling, you decided to move to New York — far enough into the city where the city of Newark was practically a dream, and where you were surrounded by people who you considered to be almost family; you were done with Luke, with Michigan and with all the baggage that part of your life carried, and now, you were happier. Throughout your time in New York, you had made enough friends that were borderline family, and made rough memories to cover up the annotations you had scribbled over your heart following the breakup.

It wasn’t until almost a year and half-later that you were out in New York, surrounded by your friends at some bar that was being promoted by one of them. You didn’t usually go out just to drink, but you were the designated sober friend tonight; you had to make sure they were all back home in one piece. Since you were near SoHo, at one of the rooftop bars with really good mocktails, you hadn’t even noticed the other groups of people that filed in behind you and your friends, and wouldn’t have cared it one of the blonde women trying to get another man’s attention had elbowed you instead, spilling your mocktail passion fruit margarita on you. The other woman didn’t even spare you a passing glance, too absorbed in the brunette man who was talking to another man — one you recognized well. It was Marino; you knew him because, at one point of your life, you were always around him when you went to visit the team at the Prudential Center. Luke and he were good friends, especially since his fiancée had invited you and Luke out to dinner as a double-date thing, knowing that you and her had studied the same thing at university, and because, at times, it was nice talking to someone who wasn’t absorbed into the WAG-culture like she was. She liked the other women, but sometimes it was hard to deal with high school sweethearts who were obsessed with each other, and whose names all ended in -leigh.

You craned your head a bit to the left, and you could kind of pick out others you recognized; there was Nico in the corner, chatting next to who you only assumed was one of the new rookies on the team — he didn’t look familiar to you — but then again, you didn’t really keep up with the team anymore. You were more of a Rangers fan, now, anyways.

Before you could make eye contact with him, though, or even think of the possibility that Luke could be at the same bar, you made your way to the bar. Ordering yourself a soft drink, (you were still the designated sober one,) you took the opportunity to look around — and meet eyes with the last person you expected, or even wanted, to, because there, across the bar from where you were drinking your Coke, was Luke — his hair a bit shorter, but his curls still as wild as before.

He looked good — his lean frame had filled out a bit, which was something you knew he was hoping would happen as he progressed in the NHL.

Here stood the man who you shared so many memories with, and it all almost felt fake as you realized the two of you were strangers to each other at this point in your lives. He was tanner, and you could see the shadow of an almost-beard on the sides of his face. He was your Luke, but he wasn’t at the same time. The version of the man who was making his way across the bar to you wasn’t the boy you had fallen in love with almost two years ago; no, he was different, and so were you.

The chapter of your life you were currently writing didn’t know who Luke was; all it knew was the phantom pains of heartbreak, and the way you kept reminding yourself as you saw him walk closer and closer. He was, as far as you could tell, alone — surrounded only by the other guys on the team. As he approached you, and came to a stop right in front of you, the two of you stood almost alone in the crowded room — neither of you willing to speak first.

“Y/N,” he whispered, but you could hear him just fine. “Luke,” you responded, with a nod. You wanted to walk away, but you knew he had something to tell you; if he didn’t, then he wouldn’t have come to a stop right in front of you. If he didn’t have anything to say, he would have ignored you like he had during a majority of your relationship.

“I— What are you doing here?” he said. So that’s where the two of you stood — back on the base of small talk. If you were being honest, you weren’t going to rehash this; you weren’t going to pretend what happened between the two of you was amicable or even fair, so you cut right to the chase with your next words.

“I’m with a few friends. What do you want, Luke? Is there a reason you came all the way over here? Just to ask me why I’m here?” you asked. You didn’t mean to be rude, but at this point, you were even above caring.

For a second, he looked stunned that you had even responded. He cleared his throat, and shook his head. “I just wanted to apologize, uh, for everything. There’s so many things I wish I would’ve done differently, and I would have, and I— I’m just sorry,” he said, scratching the back of your neck.

This apology would have been enough for you two years ago. You would have forgiven him at the drop of a hat, and you would have put up with anything if he was this communicative before the two of you had broken up, but the reality was that he wasn’t. This apology — if you could even call it that — wouldn’t be enough for you; not anymore. The story of you and Luke had been written a long time ago, and your ink had dried up — you wouldn’t let is be used up anymore, and you were done with that chapter of your life — done with the story of you and Luke.

Steeling your gaze — and your heart, if you were being honest — you simply looked up at him, at the face you had fallen in love with so deeply, and walked away. There was nothing more to say between the two of you — no more words to press on your pages. It was over; the story was written.

#luke hughes #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes x reader #inspired by a taylor swift song #lukes a pos in this one sorry #timeskip?

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peacockrulz · 19 days

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doll x n maybe? their dynamic is sort of fun

Its life or death, you're in my world

and its life or death to be my girl

[requests are still open!]

#you get extra points for naming the one fucking rare pair that would get me to spend ALL NIGHT ON THIS /pos #I have OTHER REQUESTS ANON!!#no but serious thanks for the request sdkfjsdkfj #The song is Final Girl (feat. Slayyter) btw #its a bit explicit(?) but its a bit of the vibe for this piece lol not really character fitting just for the vibe #also I'm sorry if you wanted something like. actually ship-related #I would've done an extra doodle but I literally spent all night on this. iits 6am again #anyway thanks!! :3 #Murder drones #serial designation n #murder drones Doll #N x Doll #noll #< i like that shipname actually. sounds like 'null'

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kazekiedits · 30 days

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Gilbert Cocteau and Serge Battour from the manga "Kaze to Ki no Uta" or "The Song of the Wind and the Trees" (1976-1984) by Keiko Takemiya

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discluded · 8 months

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for @mirrorofprinces 🥺🫶

#kinnporsche #man suang #man suang promo #apo nattawin #omega kitty Po #yes I made this 😂#mileapo x song wat #apomega #apo cattawin

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knizuu · 3 months

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I just want you for my own

More than you could ever know~

— HEEHHE BASED ON THIS SPECIFICALLY

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#IT SOUNDS LIKE A SINISTER LOVE SONG I MEAN COME ON-#Dog man #dog man series #Dog man Luxury AU #art #my art #my art <3 #Petey the cat #dog man x petey #its over past Christmas but like…IDK LEMME HAVE FUN #Plzzz listen to the music its so villainous >U</silly #EEEEE/pos #Youtube

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kazetokinouta-a · 9 months

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ohworm-writes · 7 months

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Fireman Schlatt denying having a crush on the rookie is just like Meg singing "I Won't Say I'm in Love" from Hercules

Oh my gods, no, because you're actually so right.

Like, in my eyes, once he starts to fall for Rookie!Reader, it's so much of a him vehemently denying his feeling, telling himself that there's not a chance in hell he would ever like them like that, even though the way the run on his mind borders on obsessive (in a good way).

Quote him telling himself to get a grip LMAO.

I bet you that everyone else within the station would play the roles of the muses, consistently telling him (most would be teasing him) about how, dude, obviously you're in love. It's okay, Schlatt, you're in love, we get it. They mean everything to you and you love them, so stop denying it you hard-headed bastard.

#I can't even explain the way this ask actually meant so much to me #Like- having someone attribute a song to my idea?#Sobbing /pos #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #fireman schlatt #fireman jschlatt #fireman!schlatt #fireman!jschlatt #firefighter schlatt #firefighter jschlatt #firefighter!schlatt #firefighter!jschlatt

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somesmartsmarties · 1 year

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So anyways I think “Fire on Fire” by Sam Smith is a Kanej song

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athousandbyeol · 4 days

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twisting-echo · 4 months

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Hey! My OT3 moodboard become the top TiPo post you guys!

I'm on fire today! 🔥🙌

#top posting #tipo #tigress x po #po x song #ot3 #moodboard #kung fu panda #kfp

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pacinglikeghosts · 2 years

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baby it's halloween (and we can be anything)

ronance | ronancetober challenge | day 8

“G’morning,” Robin yawned, rolling over to face Nancy. Her soft caramel hair was all askew, with pieces splayed out across her pillow, and in the soft morning light, her freckles seemed to look like splattering of fresh coffee across her skin. Every part of Nancy wanted to grab her by the face and kiss her, to tell her how much she loved her, but she didn’t want to move too fast, unload all her emotions all at once, and push Robin away. “How did you sleep?”

Shitty, Nancy thought, but moved a piece of hair from Robin’s face with a soft smile. “Fine,” she lied. “What about you?”

Robin shrugged, snuggling in closer. “Okay, I guess. I had the weirdest dream that Steve and I were being tortured by Russian guards dressed up like ice cream, and I’d think it was scary as shit if…you know…they weren’t dressed like ice cream cones,” she laughed, wrapping one of Nancy’s curls around her fingers. The warm, soft sound of Robin’s laughter made Nancy’s heart swell up and the warm, fuzzy feelings she tried so desperately to ignore settled in her stomach. “Still scary, though.”

day eight: ronance anthem (or, nancy wheeler has trouble saying “i love you”)

as always, layout credits to bunivys!

read it here!

#yall thought you saw the last of me #you thought wrong #ronancetober #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things 4 #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #nancy x robin #middle school haunts me again #dodie just makes such good music #i cant help it #this song especially has ruined my life /pos #melodicchaos fics

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cuntvonkrolock · 1 year

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i am the number one für sarah appreciator. alfred may be a dumbass but never let it be said that he's not also very sweet and genuine.

#i have mixed opinions on sarah x alfred (not in a negative way) but für sarah is such a darling song #if someone sang that about me i think i'd die /pos

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chisatowo · 2 years

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The more time that goes on the more I just desperately want a popipa doctor funk beat cover. Like listen to me. Listen. Women

#rat rambles #band posting #also I just think she could do the corus good which is my main problem with most covers of the song Ive heard #also I know Ive said this a billion times but morfonica x aya jitterbug NOW #also pasupare cover of yellow by yoh kamiyama would make me explode /pos #I think aya's voice would work rly well with it as long as the vocals are softer #similar thing with lost umbrella #Im realising that I have quite a lot of pasupare covers on the wish list dkfndjd #anyways I should rly go to bed soon

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love-belle · 8 months

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i'd never walk cornelia street again !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which she's hurt and he's heartbroken and they realise that maybe, sometimes it just doesn't work out.

for when you'll never fall in love again. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // charles leclerc x fem!reader

sequel - you're the best in my life and i lost you ⋆·˚ ༘ *

warnings - language

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celebri_tea two months after calling it quits with charles leclerc, y/n y/l/n performed her 13th concert in florence and fans are shocked at her performance of cornelia street — a love song that she allegedly wrote for leclerc. clips of her performing the song in a very "angry" and "furious" way have surfaced all over the internet and fans have taken it to themselves to rename it as cornelia street (angry version) or cornelia street (go f*** yourself version).

leclerc and y/l/n called off their engagement barely two months ago and sources close to the pair have come forward with claims that they did not end in good terms.

for more details about the former couple and their relationship, click on the link in our bio.

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yourusername florence!!! u will always hold a special place in my heart <3

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username STOP OH MY GOD

username that cornelia street performance. im afraid i will never recover.

username THE WAY SHE CHANGED THE LYRICS

-> username I'D NEVER WALK CORNELIA STREET AGAIN

-> username no bc HOW did we go from "i hope i never lose u hope it never ends 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️" "i hope i never lose u hope it never ends 😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡"

username that performance was sooo powerful i cried

username no bc florence is THEIR city and in overthinking this but like it seems almost poetic that this is where she decided to never walk cornelia street again

lilymhe baby u were phenomenal!!! alex totally cried like full on sobbed

-> yourusername omg did he

-> alex_albon i did NOT

username the grid showing him there made me sob ngl 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

username no bc if i were charles i would be living in fear rn

-> username nah in ready to throw hands with him fr

username she's so ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

username florence means charles and by that caption she means that charles will always hold a special place in her heart ❤️

-> username i aspire to be this level of delulu

-> username nah this is a level of delulu that only a ferrari fan can have fr

carlossainz55 wasn't there with you but u know you were so good up there hermosa 💌🫶🏼 maybe you could fly out to mallorca and give me a private concert instead?

-> yourusername thank u sm carlos that means a lot 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 looking forward to seeing u in mallorca!!!!!!!

-> username not carlos (not so) subtly shooting his shot

-> username ferrari team bout to be soooo in flames soon

-> username the way i know charles is probably seething rn

username not the drivers sliding up 😭😭😭😭 first it was lando by showing up at her concert and now carlos

-> username charles is driving with a vendetta the next race 💀💀💀

username she's so cottagecore like it just makes sense

username MOTHER

username cornelia street (fuck you version) 🔛🔝

username she ate and left no crumbs 🫶🏼

username petty bitch (affectionate)

landonorris the most amazing show ever!!! so glad you liked the necklace 💌

-> yourusername lando!!!! i love it sm thank u <3

-> username y/n collecting the drivers like pokemons 😭😭😭

username someone close charles' eyes before he reads the comments on this post 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

username NO WAY LANDO GOT HER THAT NECKLACE WITH HER BREAKUP ALBUM ON IT IM GONNA CRY

username the next few races are gonna be so entertaining i just feel it in my bones 🔥🔥🔥

lewishamilton what a beautiful performance 💕 loved every second of it

-> yourusername thank u SOOOO much lewis <3 im so happy u enjoyed yourself

-> username LEWIS OH MY GOD

-> username this is sooo life altering

username i miss charles ://

username im a child of divorce 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

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charles_leclerc this city screams your name

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username BOY WHO U TRYNA FOOL WITH THAT CAPTION

username the cornelia street sign everyone pause

username not him thinking he can just sneak in that sign as if we don't psychoanalyse his every post 😭😭😭😭😭

username u can't just post captions like that and not elaborate further like what.

username what is going ON

username nah what is he cooking

username WHAT IS GOING ON

landonorris nice dump 👎

-> landonorris 👍*

-> charles_leclerc of course

-> username no way

-> username the girlsss are fightinggg

username i actually CANNOT wait for race week

username i KNOW charles got beef with like half the grid rn

username the caption the cornelia street sign him being in florence

-> username it's all kinda adding up im not sure

username no bc what i wanna know is WHERE was this energy when homegirl was singing in ur city and ur FAMILY went but u didn't

username let him cook

-> username last time we let him cool he shat in the oven

carlossainz55 😍

-> charles_leclerc i cannot wait to see you on track

-> username threatening undertones detected

-> username charles is gonna throw hands with his teammate 😭😭😭😭😭

username pls reconcile with mom she's singing angry versions of songs 🙏🙏🙏

username im afraid we will get his villain era sooner than we thought bc of his friends sliding up in his ex's dms 💀💀💀

username miss my parents 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

username no bc i genuinely used to think that they were one of those couples who would make it like they were SO in love

-> username fr like i was always like "i want what they have" and the possibility of them breaking up NEVER crossed my mind

-> username the day they broke up i cried like it was my relationship 💔💔💔💔💔

alex_albon this city hates you

-> charles_leclerc did the city tell you that?

-> alex_albon no lily did

-> charles_leclerc can i talk to lily?

-> alex_albon i'm like so sure she's gonna end up bitchslapping you but take your risk

-> charles_leclerc i'm good, thank you!

-> username lily my queen

username not charles fighting for his LIFE in the comments

username im soooo here for this

#f1 x reader #f1 x female reader #f1 imagines #social media au #fake instagram imagines #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc one shot #charles leclerc imagines #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc x ex!reader #charles leclerc angst

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sunflower-lilac42 · 4 months

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✧ 𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐞 & 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 || hughes brothers ♔

album & song: 'more taylor' ; safe and sound (taylor's version)

summary: being sick calls for an immense amount of comfort frmo her brothers, so she’s upset when she gets sick again and they’re not there… well for long

pairings: hughes brothers x sister!reader

warnings: sick, throwing up, coughing up blood, blood, hospitals

published date: 12/17/23

notes: the second fic of the nhl x ts series! i couldn't help myself when i saw this so i had to write as fast as possible. i'm working on hey baby next, promise. also, i know this has the red album cover but because it's from the hunger games i just classified it as 'more taylor'. and as usual, anything hughes brothers i put my heart and soul into so i hope you guys enjoy this one. the grin is real. and if you're wondering, y/n got her nickname 'baby bear' because everyone always calls quinn 'huggy bear' and she's the baby and she's so much like quinn so 'baby bear' it was. add yourself to the taglist ➺ taglist!

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'I remember tears streaming down your face When I said I'll never let you go When all those shadows almost killed your light I remember you said don't leave me here alone But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight'

She was five when she got severely sick the first time and she was terrified. She woke up feeling warm and cold at the same time, her throat was scratchy and dry, and her eyes were watery but she didn’t know if it was because she was scared or if it was just a reaction, and her energy was slim to nonexistent which was scared Ellen and Jim.

By now, their sons would’ve scooped the youngest child out of her bedroom and made their way downstairs to watch something on TV or just play with her. Yet, it was dead silent in the house. Ellen got up from the bed and peeked into each of her son’s rooms and realized to find that they were just asleep still.

She hoped the same for her daughter but when she walked into the room and saw her five-year-old in tears sitting on her bed, she rushed over.

“What’s wrong, honey?”

“Mommy!” She let out a loud cry alarming Jim and he came rushing in as well, not noticing the eldest Hughes child in tow.

“Hey, sweetheart. I’m here, your brothers are still sleeping, let’s not wake them up. What’s wrong?”

“I don’t feel good.” She sniffled and quieted her voice.

Ellen picked her up and placed her daughter on her lap as she sat down, “Jim go get the-”

Before she even finished, y/n leaned over and threw up, trying not to get it on Ellen, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, hon. Jim go get the thermometer.”

Jim quickly walked out of the room, heading to the bathroom but got stopped as he ran into his son, “Quinn! Morning.”

“Dad, what’s wrong?”

“Your sister’s sick, it’s probably nothing.”

Quinn’s face went pale, “Is she okay? Does she have a fever? Is she throwing up?”

“Quinn! Calm down. I promise you, it’s probably just a little cold. You can go see her if you want, Mom is in there with her.”

Quinn walked into the room to see Ellen hugging y/n. He took one step and Ellen turned to him, “Hi, Quinn.”

“How is she?”

“It’s most likely just a cold. Y/n/n, look who’s here.” She directed her head to her son and pointed to him, “Quinny!”

She reached her arms out for him and Quinn gladly took her, placing her on his hip, “Hi baby bear.”

“I no feel good, Quinny.” Quinn nodded his head, “I know but we’re gonna make you feel better, okay?”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Jim walked back into the room, placing the thermometer under the girl’s tongue. Seconds later it beeped and Jim took it out of her mount, “40.6/104”

The parents sigh and start to walk out, “Quinn if you don’t mind can you get her ready quickly, we’re gonna need to go to the hospital.”

Quinn nodded his head and he walked over to his sister’s closet, “Whatcha wanna wear, sweetheart?” Y/n lazily pointed to her brown bear sweatshirt and snuggled her head back into her brother’s chest. Quinn got her ready and sat her on her bed so he could put her shoes on.

“Quinny?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Are you going to leave me?”

“Of course, not y/n/n. I’m never going to let you go.”

Jack and Luke had both heard the rustling from outside their rooms and they both stepped out into the hallway, “What’s going on?”

Jack shrugged, “No clue, bro. I’m so tired.” The boy saw his sister’s door open and walked in there.

By now, Quinn was sitting on her bed and y/n was lying in his arms, “What’s going on?”

“She’s sick.” Jack and Luke immediately wake up at the news and rush over, spitting out questions left and right.

“She’s got a fever but that’s all I know right now. Mom and Dad are taking her to the hospital.”

“The hospital?!”

“I wanna go.” Luke protests just as their parents walk back into the room, fully dressed, “Oh, good morning you two.”

“Can we go with?”

“Guys, the three of you can’t come with.”

“Please, mommy.” Y/n’s little voice spoke up from her brother’s lap.

Ellen sighed, “Fine. But if you guys aren’t out there in five minutes, dressed, then we’re leaving without you.”

Ellen reached over and grabbed her daughter, the three of them heading out to the car to wait for their sons.

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛

In the hospital, Jim and Ellen were the only ones allowed to go back with her at least for now, and y/n let her voice be heard. She cried and cried until they relented and let one of them go back with the two. She reached for Quinn immediately and he nodded his head and followed behind his mom and sister, Jim staying with the other two.

When they got home, the boys sat at the kitchen table as Jim tried to give y/n her medicine, “I don’t want to.”

“I know you don’t want to, honey, but you have to. Don’t you want to feel better?”

“Jacky.”

Jack’s head popped up from where he sat and looked at her, “Yeah?”

Y/n pointed to her medicine and then to Jack and glared, “You want Jack to give you your medicine?”

She nodded with purpose and Jim happily gave the medicine to his middle son, “All yours, Jack.”

Jack didn’t complain, it meant that she trusted him and he loved that feeling. Jack poured the liquid into the small cup to the correct fill line and put it near his sister’s mouth. She took it without a hassle and from the corner of his eyes he could see his father throw his hands up in defeat causing everyone to chuckle.

✧༺✎༻∞

'Just close your eyes, the sun is going down You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound'

Later that night, y/n lay in bed by herself, looking at the wall. Her stomach hurt and she let out a barely audible whine. Luke, who happened to be walking by heard it and peeked his head into the room, “You doing okay, baby bear?”

“No.”

Luke walked fully into the room and sat on his little sister’s bed, “What’s wrong?”

“Stomach. Will you stay with me?”

“Of course, I will.” Luke laid down next to her and she curled into him, “Thank you.”

Luke looked confused, “For what?”

“For making me feel safe. All three of you.”

Luke awed internally, trying not to let tears fall down his face, “No need to thank me for that.”

Five minutes passed and Jack and Quinn got down waiting for their brother, getting up to see where he was. When they saw him lying in y/n’s bed, they made their way over to them, “You guys okay?”

There was no answer as both of them had fallen asleep. Quinn told Jack to stay there as he walked out to grab some pillows and blankets and brought them back to him. The two made their makeshift beds on the ground and fell asleep not long after.

✧༺✎༻∞

'Don't you dare look out your window, darling, everything's on fire The war outside our door keeps raging on Hold onto this lullaby even when the music's gone’

Just close your eyes, the sun is going down You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound'

Ever since then, it was common that y/n had to go to the hospital. As the boys got older, they got more worried. They were busier, Quinn went to college and eventually, he and Jack made the NHL. Luke went off to college and this year he started his official rookie season with the Devils.

However, it wasn’t as often that it happened when they were away, and if it did it wasn’t as bad as having to go to the hospital, just more or less the doctor’s office. They weren’t as worried about her when this happened, getting texts from either there or their parents and calling them to make sure she was okay.

This time was different. Ellen and Jim had run out to grab a few things for dinner and they left y/n at home alone, because she was 16 and was capable of being by herself. Yet, in hindsight, they probably shouldn't have.

They had been gone for twenty minutes already and she thought they wouldn’t be much longer and she could hold on. But she couldn’t. Every couple of minutes it felt like she had a coughing attack, but this last one, blood came up with it.

Wasting no time she dialed the first person that came up on her contacts, Luke.

“Lukey.”

“Hey, y/n/n! What’s up?”

She was glad they didn’t have a game today, otherwise she’d be totally screwed.

“Lukey, I’m scared.”

“You’re scared? Why? What’s wrong?” Luke stood up from his bed and made his way out of his room and towards Jack’s.

He didn’t knock on the door before entering which left Jack to somewhat argue with him about knocking before entering, not that he was doing anything, but manners, you know?

“It’s so bad. Really bad.”

“Well, where’s mom and dad? How bad are we talking?” Jack’s interest peaked at the mention of his parents and scrambled to sit next to his younger brother on his bed, motioning for him to put it on speaker. Luke pressed the button and pulled his phone away from his ear, waiting for the girl to talk.

“They went out to grab-” She took a pause before coughing some more. Jack and Luke looked at each other worriedly, “Y/n?”

“Oh god. There’s more.”

“More what?” Jack inquired, nervousness settling at the bottom of his stomach, “More blood.”

The three were silent, y/n trying not to freak out and Jack and Luke trying not to freak her out. It was quiet for a couple of minutes before the oldest of the three-spoke up, “When are Mom and Dad going to be home?”

As soon as she went to say her answer the front door clicked and y/n rushed downstairs, “Dad! Mom!”

She threw her phone on the counter and Luke turned the volume all the way up in an effort to hear the conversation, “What? What’s wrong?”

“I threw up some blood.”

“Oh my. Get in the car, I’ll meet you two there.” Jim rushed y/n to the car and Ellen ran around the house gathering a few things in case they were there for a while.

Jack and Luke were freaking out, “Dad, what’s going on? Mom? Y/n?” Ellen spied her daughter’s phone on the counter and looked at it curiously seeing her son’s contact name on it, “Luke?”

“Mom, what is happening?”

“We’re taking her to the hospital. How long ago did she call you?”

“I don’t know like five minutes ago maybe?” Luke’s voice broke as he explained to his mom, Jack placing a hand on his back.

“I want you to call, Quinn-”

“No!” Y/n interrupted her mom as she got into the passenger seat, “What do you mean no?”

“He has a game, please.”

“Honey, I think you are more important to him than the game. Let Luke and Jack call him.” Ellen’s voice was stern as Jim pulled out of the driveway.

“If you’re gonna call him let me talk to him.”

Ellen, and the boys, went to protest but y/n’s face showed desperation, “Fine. We’ll call you two back when we have answers.”

“Don’t bother. We’re already packing.”

As Ellen and y/n were squabbling, Jack ushered his younger brother to his room and told him to go back and he left his phone in his room. Jack pulled his suitcase out of his closet and was halfway finished packing when they acknowledged the two again.

“There’s no need-”

“You’re not winning this y/n/n. We’ll be there as soon as we can.”

Jack hung up and finished packing meeting Luke and in ten minutes, they were on their way to the airport.

Meanwhile, y/n had dialed Quinn’s contact, nervously chewing on her bottom lip. It was an hour before the game was supposed to start and she had no idea if he would actually answer or not, but to her luck, he did.

“Quinn.”

“Hey, y/n/n. What's up? Need help with some homework?”

“I’m going to the hospital.”

Quinn dropped his stick as he stood in the locker room, some of his teammates glancing at him worriedly, “What is it?”

“Same old, same old, but this-” Her sentence was interrupted by another coughing attack and Quinn could hear their mother telling her to take it easy in the background.

“What do you mean it’s worse?” Quinn didn’t need her to finish the sentence for him to know what she meant.

Elias was standing next to him, a hand on his shoulder to ground him in case anything got out of hand, “I coughed up some blood.”

“You what?!” Quinn’s voice echoed through the clubhouse, “Quinn what’s wrong?”

The boy shushed his teammates, “Quinn, I’m probably fine-”

“If you’re coughing up blood you are not fine. Do Mom and Dad know? Do Jack and Luke?”

“Yes, Mom and Dad know, you idiot. Who do you think is taking me to the hospital? And yes the other two know, I already called them. I didn’t want to call you because you have a game.”

“I couldn’t care less about the game when my little sister calls and tells me she’s on the way to the hospital. Let me talk to coach, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Quinn, no-”

“Nope, la la la la. Blah blah blah. I’m coming. Give the phone to mom.”

“But-”

“No.”

Y/n reluctantly handed the phone to her mom but as she extended her hand, her arm dropped and the phone clattered to the ground. The only thing Quinn could hear was the faint yelling of his sister’s name from his mom.

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛

Y/n was lying in the hospital bed when Jack and Luke, watched the only show that was on this late at night, Family Feud. She was trying to answer but every time she went to speak she’d start coughing. The two ran in just as y/n’s previous coughing attack had subsided and she was now glaring at the TV because someone said a stupid answer.

“I said sex first, asshole. But no one wanted to listen to me.”

“Glad to see you haven’t lost your sense of humor.”

“Jacky! Lu!” Y/n had a dopey smile on her face as she saw her brothers. They couldn’t tell if it was the drugs or if she was just being herself.

“Hey, baby bear. How you feeling?”

“Mom, can I swear?”

Jack laughed, “Aren’t you the one who just called someone an asshole?”

“Mom! Jack’s being mean.”

“Jack stop torturing your sister and yes, y/n, you can swear.”

“I feel like shit.” Luke nodded, the only one who seemed to have sympathy for the girl right now, “What did the doctor say?”

“I don’t know, I wasn’t really listening.”

Ellen and Jim explained how it wasn’t a big thing and that she should be able to go home in a couple of hours or so. The two stayed with her until she was discharged and drove home with the three where Luke carried her upstairs to her room because she fell asleep on the way home.

That’s where Quinn found them when he got there, Jack and Luke on either side of her in her bed as they watched the Game Show Network. One of the many stuffed animals that Quinn had gotten her wrapped in her arms against her chest.

“Hey guys.”

“Quinn! You’re here.”

“Of course, I’m here. I couldn’t let those two take care of you.”

Jack and Luke feigned offense at the eldest child but Jack moved over so Quinn could sit where he previously was, knowing y/n always chose to be close to him when she was sick.

“You doing okay?”

“Could be better, but I’m happy you’re here.”

“I’m never letting you go, none of us are.”

“Please don’t leave me.”

It was something the three had already talked about, they had already talked to their coaches and were scratched from their next couple of games because their sister needed him.

Y/n spent the rest of the night surrounded by her brothers feeling safe and sound.

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

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