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ok i wrote this half asleep and didn’t even realize i wrote it in 3rd person bruh

macklin taking care of you when you’re sick

sick days w/ macklin celebrini ->

summary: mack takes care of you when you're sick and dramatic

word count: 1.3k

a/n: thank you so much for requesting!! i hope you enjoy 😘

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macklin was shocked when he came back from practice and you didn't greet him at the door like you normally did.

now she was buried under three blankets on the couch, looking like a very adorable, very sniffly burrito.

“babe,” she croaked, voice barely louder than a whisper, “i think i’m dying.”

macklin leaned over the back of the couch, grinning. “you’re not dying. you’ve got a cold.”

“a fuckass cold,” she corrected, closing her eyes dramatically. “i feel like my brain is trying to escape through my nose.”

he laughed, rounding the couch to sit beside her, one arm going around her shoulders gently. “i don’t think that’s how sinuses work.”

“it feels like it,” she mumbled, head dropping onto his chest.

he kissed the top of her head, careful not to catch whatever she had. though honestly, it was probably too late. he’d been around her nonstop the last couple days, especially when she started feeling bad yesterday morning. he hadn’t left her side since.

she sniffled again and let out a tiny cough, the kind that sounded like it came from somewhere deep and miserable.

“you need anything?” he asked, rubbing her back slowly. “tea? soup? another blanket?”

“maybe just my soul back,” she said, voice muffled against his hoodie.

“i’ll see if i can find it on amazon, i mean its prime day"

that made her smile. barely. but it was there.

macklin had already made a mental list of everything she needed. he was good at this kind of thing, even if she usually wasn’t the one needing help. he was used to training schedules and routines and keeping everything in check. this wasn’t so different, just swap the stick and puck for tissues and cough drops.

he got up after a few minutes, gently lowering her back onto the cushions and grabbing the remote. “netflix queue is loaded. i’ve got tea water going. and i’m making you grilled cheese, no arguments.”

she peeked one eye open. “how did i get so lucky?”

“you let me win at mario kart last week.”

“i did not—” she started coughing mid-denial and he shot her a look.

“no talking until you’ve had soup.”

she stuck her tongue out at him. weakly. he just shook his head, grinning, and disappeared into the kitchen.

making grilled cheese was one of the few things he could cook without almost burning the house down, and he took it seriously. golden brown, crispy edges, extra cheese. he added tomato soup to the mix, stirring it carefully while watching her reflection in the microwave door. she hadn’t moved much, still swaddled in her blanket cocoon, still looking tiny and tired.

when he brought the food over, she perked up a little, nose still red and eyes watery. he set the tray on the coffee table and tucked a few pillows behind her back.

“you’re gonna make an amazing hockey wife someday,” he teased, voice raspy but teasing.

“i better. i’m practicing early.”

they ate slowly, her curled into his side, dipping her sandwich in the soup and making satisfied little noises that made him feel proud. like he was actually helping.

once they were done, he set everything aside and helped her lie back down, then pulled the blanket up to her chin.

“temperature check,” he said, touching the back of his hand to her forehead. “still warm, but not burning.”

“good,” she murmured. “that means i can still cuddle.”

he laughed, sliding back down beside her and letting her tuck herself against him. “you’re like a space heater.”

“i’m a cute space heater,” she corrected sleepily.

“the cutest.”

she fell asleep soon after, her head on his shoulder, soft breaths brushing his neck. he didn’t move. didn’t dare. not even when his phone buzzed with messages from his teammates, asking where he was and if he was skipping practice today.

he typed back a quick “taking a sick day,” and left it at that.

she needed him more than the rink did today.

the rest of the day passed in a blur of reruns, naps, and constant hydration reminders. he got her to drink two full glasses of water, made her another cup of tea, and even convinced her to take a quick shower when she said she felt “like a gremlin.”

he sat outside the bathroom door the whole time, just in case she got dizzy. when she finally emerged—hair damp, face flushed, hoodie two sizes too big—he gave her a soft smile.

“you look a little more alive.”

“i feel like a damp towel.”

“a cute damp towel.”

she rolled her eyes but smiled, letting him guide her back to the couch.

as evening settled in, the sun dipping low behind the windows, she curled into his side again, a little less congested, a little less miserable. he’d swapped her used tissues for a new box, fluffed her favorite pillow, and brought out the fuzzy socks she loved but always forgot she owned.

“you’re too good at this,” she said quietly, halfway through another episode of some comfort show she’d watched a hundred times.

“good at what?”

“taking care of me.”

macklin shrugged, wrapping his arm tighter around her. “just repaying the favor. you’re always taking care of me.”

“yeah, but… i don’t know. i don’t usually let people see me like this.”

he looked down at her, her face sleepy but honest.

“like what?”

“vulnerable,” she admitted.

he thought about that for a second. then leaned down and kissed her forehead.

“i like every version of you,” he said simply. “even the one with tissue crumbs in her hair.”

she groaned and smacked his chest lightly, but he could tell she was smiling again.

“you’re lucky i’m too weak to fight back.”

“very lucky.”

they fell asleep like that, wrapped up in blankets and each other. and for the first time all day, she didn’t feel quite so sick anymore. not because the cold was gone—but because macklin was there. warm, steady, hers.

and honestly?

he wouldn’t have been anywhere else.

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macklin taking care of you when you’re sick

sick days w/ macklin celebrini ->

summary: mack takes care of you when you're sick and dramatic

word count: 1.3k

a/n: thank you so much for requesting!! i hope you enjoy 😘

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macklin was shocked when he came back from practice and you didn't greet him at the door like you normally did.

now she was buried under three blankets on the couch, looking like a very adorable, very sniffly burrito.

“babe,” she croaked, voice barely louder than a whisper, “i think i’m dying.”

macklin leaned over the back of the couch, grinning. “you’re not dying. you’ve got a cold.”

“a fuckass cold,” she corrected, closing her eyes dramatically. “i feel like my brain is trying to escape through my nose.”

he laughed, rounding the couch to sit beside her, one arm going around her shoulders gently. “i don’t think that’s how sinuses work.”

“it feels like it,” she mumbled, head dropping onto his chest.

he kissed the top of her head, careful not to catch whatever she had. though honestly, it was probably too late. he’d been around her nonstop the last couple days, especially when she started feeling bad yesterday morning. he hadn’t left her side since.

she sniffled again and let out a tiny cough, the kind that sounded like it came from somewhere deep and miserable.

“you need anything?” he asked, rubbing her back slowly. “tea? soup? another blanket?”

“maybe just my soul back,” she said, voice muffled against his hoodie.

“i’ll see if i can find it on amazon, i mean its prime day"

that made her smile. barely. but it was there.

macklin had already made a mental list of everything she needed. he was good at this kind of thing, even if she usually wasn’t the one needing help. he was used to training schedules and routines and keeping everything in check. this wasn’t so different, just swap the stick and puck for tissues and cough drops.

he got up after a few minutes, gently lowering her back onto the cushions and grabbing the remote. “netflix queue is loaded. i’ve got tea water going. and i’m making you grilled cheese, no arguments.”

she peeked one eye open. “how did i get so lucky?”

“you let me win at mario kart last week.”

“i did not—” she started coughing mid-denial and he shot her a look.

“no talking until you’ve had soup.”

she stuck her tongue out at him. weakly. he just shook his head, grinning, and disappeared into the kitchen.

making grilled cheese was one of the few things he could cook without almost burning the house down, and he took it seriously. golden brown, crispy edges, extra cheese. he added tomato soup to the mix, stirring it carefully while watching her reflection in the microwave door. she hadn’t moved much, still swaddled in her blanket cocoon, still looking tiny and tired.

when he brought the food over, she perked up a little, nose still red and eyes watery. he set the tray on the coffee table and tucked a few pillows behind her back.

“you’re gonna make an amazing hockey wife someday,” he teased, voice raspy but teasing.

“i better. i’m practicing early.”

they ate slowly, her curled into his side, dipping her sandwich in the soup and making satisfied little noises that made him feel proud. like he was actually helping.

once they were done, he set everything aside and helped her lie back down, then pulled the blanket up to her chin.

“temperature check,” he said, touching the back of his hand to her forehead. “still warm, but not burning.”

“good,” she murmured. “that means i can still cuddle.”

he laughed, sliding back down beside her and letting her tuck herself against him. “you’re like a space heater.”

“i’m a cute space heater,” she corrected sleepily.

“the cutest.”

she fell asleep soon after, her head on his shoulder, soft breaths brushing his neck. he didn’t move. didn’t dare. not even when his phone buzzed with messages from his teammates, asking where he was and if he was skipping practice today.

he typed back a quick “taking a sick day,” and left it at that.

she needed him more than the rink did today.

the rest of the day passed in a blur of reruns, naps, and constant hydration reminders. he got her to drink two full glasses of water, made her another cup of tea, and even convinced her to take a quick shower when she said she felt “like a gremlin.”

he sat outside the bathroom door the whole time, just in case she got dizzy. when she finally emerged—hair damp, face flushed, hoodie two sizes too big—he gave her a soft smile.

“you look a little more alive.”

“i feel like a damp towel.”

“a cute damp towel.”

she rolled her eyes but smiled, letting him guide her back to the couch.

as evening settled in, the sun dipping low behind the windows, she curled into his side again, a little less congested, a little less miserable. he’d swapped her used tissues for a new box, fluffed her favorite pillow, and brought out the fuzzy socks she loved but always forgot she owned.

“you’re too good at this,” she said quietly, halfway through another episode of some comfort show she’d watched a hundred times.

“good at what?”

“taking care of me.”

macklin shrugged, wrapping his arm tighter around her. “just repaying the favor. you’re always taking care of me.”

“yeah, but… i don’t know. i don’t usually let people see me like this.”

he looked down at her, her face sleepy but honest.

“like what?”

“vulnerable,” she admitted.

he thought about that for a second. then leaned down and kissed her forehead.

“i like every version of you,” he said simply. “even the one with tissue crumbs in her hair.”

she groaned and smacked his chest lightly, but he could tell she was smiling again.

“you’re lucky i’m too weak to fight back.”

“very lucky.”

they fell asleep like that, wrapped up in blankets and each other. and for the first time all day, she didn’t feel quite so sick anymore. not because the cold was gone—but because macklin was there. warm, steady, hers.

and honestly?

he wouldn’t have been anywhere else.

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back together w/ macklin celebrini ->

summary: macklin comes home from a roadtrip

word count: 0.9k

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macklin celebrini was tired.

not just the regular, “played four games in six nights and got cross-checked into next week” kind of tired. it was the kind of tired that sits behind your eyes, quiet and heavy. like a weight you forget is there until you try to smile and realize it doesn’t quite reach.

they’d gone 2–2 on the road. not awful, not great. he’d played fine—had a couple points, made some good reads, but nothing special. and that was maybe the part that bugged him. he didn’t feel bad, but he didn’t feel electric either. and macklin was used to feeling electric. used to buzzing around the ice, feeling sharp, dialed in. this trip, he just felt… okay. which is fine. but also kind of not.

the plane landed just after noon. cloudy sky, a little drizzle on the tarmac. he pulled his hoodie over his head, earbuds in, duffel slung across his shoulder, same rhythm as always. say bye to the boys, head for the lot, text his girl. same pattern. but today felt different. not in a big dramatic way. just in a quiet, homesick kind of way.

he scrolled to her name.

mack: “just landed. almost home.”

y/n/n: “can’t wait to see you. I missed you a lot , made cookies”

that got a little smile out of him. not a big grin, just a small lift in the corner of his mouth. warm apartment. her. suddenly, the tired felt a little lighter.

the drive home was chill. light traffic, music low. he let his thoughts wander. kept thinking about how she’d probably be waiting by the window, hair tied up, sweatshirt too big, maybe even his. maybe that blue one she always stole. she always looked better in his stuff anyway.

he parked, grabbed his bag, took the stairs two at a time even though his legs were barking. habit. adrenaline. the kind of buzz that only came from knowing someone was on the other side of the door.

he didn’t even knock.

as soon as he opened it, she was there, barefoot, smiling, arms wide.

“hi,” she said, voice soft and happy and home.

he dropped his bag and walked straight into her, wrapping her up like he hadn’t hugged anyone in a hundred years. her hands slid up his back, fingers tracing the lines of his shoulder blades, like she could feel how tense he’d been without him saying a word.

“missed you,” he mumbled into her hair.

“missed you more,” she whispered back.

they stayed like that for a minute. maybe more. no rush. no words. just two people in the middle of the kind of quiet that feels safe.

eventually she pulled back, looked up at him.

“you look tired.”

“i am,” he said, laughing a little.

“go sit down. I'll grab some cookies.”

he kicked off his shoes, flopped onto the couch, and watched her move around the kitchen like it was the most interesting thing he’d seen all week. she had music playing quietly—some soft indie playlist she always had going—and she hummed along like this was just another wednesday. for her, maybe it was. for him, it felt like breathing again.

she brought over two cookies on a little plate, warm and soft, melty in the middle. he took a bite and let out a noise that made her laugh.

“good?” she asked, nudging his knee with hers.

“ridiculous,” he said, mouth full. “marry me.”

she raised an eyebrow, grinning. “for cookies?”

“among other things.”

she laughed again, tucked her legs under her on the couch, and leaned her head against his shoulder. he rested his cheek on top of her head and let himself sink into the moment. no pressure. no games to prep for. just her.

they talked for a bit—about the trip, the stupid hotel pillows, the team group chat getting out of control. she told him about her week, some drama with her coworker, the plant she accidentally killed and tried to revive with coffee. he listened, actually listened, because he liked the way she told stories. even the small ones.

at one point she reached up, brushing her fingers through his hair, slow and careful, and he thought: yeah, this. this is it.

“you’re quiet today,” she said gently.

“just tired,” he replied. “but i feel better now.”

“because of me?”

“duh,” he said, nudging her. “you’re the only person who can fix me with banana bread and head scratches.”

she smirked, kissed his jaw. “i’ll take that title proudly.”

they stayed there most of the afternoon. didn’t really move. just background noise, soft blankets, the kind of silence that didn’t need filling. he dozed off at one point, and she let him, covering him with a throw blanket and tucking his hand in hers like it was second nature.

when he woke up later, sun low and golden through the window, she was still there. scrolling her phone, sipping tea. and she looked at him like he hadn’t gone anywhere at all.

“feel human again?” she asked.

he nodded. “getting there.”

“good,” she said. “you don’t have to be anything here. just you.”

he reached for her hand, squeezed it.

“that’s more than enough,” he said, and meant it.

home wasn’t just a place. it was her. always had been.

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a/n: iiii ammmm backkkkk!! i stopped writing for a minute due to school and i had a europe trip but i am back now! send requests

riley grace

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text with the hughes brothers ->

summary: hughes! sister asking her brothers for tickets to a game

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jack:

luke:

quinn:

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author notes:

i tried something new, i love these type of posts, so i decided to give it a try myself and i hope you guys enjoy!!

-riley

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back together w/ macklin celebrini ->

summary: macklin comes home from a roadtrip

word count: 0.9k

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macklin celebrini was tired.

not just the regular, “played four games in six nights and got cross-checked into next week” kind of tired. it was the kind of tired that sits behind your eyes, quiet and heavy. like a weight you forget is there until you try to smile and realize it doesn’t quite reach.

they’d gone 2–2 on the road. not awful, not great. he’d played fine—had a couple points, made some good reads, but nothing special. and that was maybe the part that bugged him. he didn’t feel bad, but he didn’t feel electric either. and macklin was used to feeling electric. used to buzzing around the ice, feeling sharp, dialed in. this trip, he just felt… okay. which is fine. but also kind of not.

the plane landed just after noon. cloudy sky, a little drizzle on the tarmac. he pulled his hoodie over his head, earbuds in, duffel slung across his shoulder, same rhythm as always. say bye to the boys, head for the lot, text his girl. same pattern. but today felt different. not in a big dramatic way. just in a quiet, homesick kind of way.

he scrolled to her name.

mack: “just landed. almost home.”

y/n/n: “can’t wait to see you. I missed you a lot , made cookies”

that got a little smile out of him. not a big grin, just a small lift in the corner of his mouth. warm apartment. her. suddenly, the tired felt a little lighter.

the drive home was chill. light traffic, music low. he let his thoughts wander. kept thinking about how she’d probably be waiting by the window, hair tied up, sweatshirt too big, maybe even his. maybe that blue one she always stole. she always looked better in his stuff anyway.

he parked, grabbed his bag, took the stairs two at a time even though his legs were barking. habit. adrenaline. the kind of buzz that only came from knowing someone was on the other side of the door.

he didn’t even knock.

as soon as he opened it, she was there, barefoot, smiling, arms wide.

“hi,” she said, voice soft and happy and home.

he dropped his bag and walked straight into her, wrapping her up like he hadn’t hugged anyone in a hundred years. her hands slid up his back, fingers tracing the lines of his shoulder blades, like she could feel how tense he’d been without him saying a word.

“missed you,” he mumbled into her hair.

“missed you more,” she whispered back.

they stayed like that for a minute. maybe more. no rush. no words. just two people in the middle of the kind of quiet that feels safe.

eventually she pulled back, looked up at him.

“you look tired.”

“i am,” he said, laughing a little.

“go sit down. I'll grab some cookies.”

he kicked off his shoes, flopped onto the couch, and watched her move around the kitchen like it was the most interesting thing he’d seen all week. she had music playing quietly—some soft indie playlist she always had going—and she hummed along like this was just another wednesday. for her, maybe it was. for him, it felt like breathing again.

she brought over two cookies on a little plate, warm and soft, melty in the middle. he took a bite and let out a noise that made her laugh.

“good?” she asked, nudging his knee with hers.

“ridiculous,” he said, mouth full. “marry me.”

she raised an eyebrow, grinning. “for cookies?”

“among other things.”

she laughed again, tucked her legs under her on the couch, and leaned her head against his shoulder. he rested his cheek on top of her head and let himself sink into the moment. no pressure. no games to prep for. just her.

they talked for a bit—about the trip, the stupid hotel pillows, the team group chat getting out of control. she told him about her week, some drama with her coworker, the plant she accidentally killed and tried to revive with coffee. he listened, actually listened, because he liked the way she told stories. even the small ones.

at one point she reached up, brushing her fingers through his hair, slow and careful, and he thought: yeah, this. this is it.

“you’re quiet today,” she said gently.

“just tired,” he replied. “but i feel better now.”

“because of me?”

“duh,” he said, nudging her. “you’re the only person who can fix me with banana bread and head scratches.”

she smirked, kissed his jaw. “i’ll take that title proudly.”

they stayed there most of the afternoon. didn’t really move. just background noise, soft blankets, the kind of silence that didn’t need filling. he dozed off at one point, and she let him, covering him with a throw blanket and tucking his hand in hers like it was second nature.

when he woke up later, sun low and golden through the window, she was still there. scrolling her phone, sipping tea. and she looked at him like he hadn’t gone anywhere at all.

“feel human again?” she asked.

he nodded. “getting there.”

“good,” she said. “you don’t have to be anything here. just you.”

he reached for her hand, squeezed it.

“that’s more than enough,” he said, and meant it.

home wasn’t just a place. it was her. always had been.

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a/n: iiii ammmm backkkkk!! i stopped writing for a minute due to school and i had a europe trip but i am back now! send requests

riley grace

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BRENDEN 😭😭😭 LUKE 😭😭😭 CODY 😭😭😭 3 players going down in game 1 is insane

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curtis lazar is my dad.

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new trade alert!

nico hischier has been traded to: my bedroom

the return: fitz gets a high five

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hiii could i do prompt 14. with luke hughes?? love your work btw <3333

is that my shirt w/ luke hughes ->

summary: luke finds y/n in his shirt

word count: 1.07k

a/n: thank you so so much for requesting! hope you and everyone reading enjoys!

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y/n walked into the living room, stretching her arms above her head after a long day at work. the apartment was quiet, aside from the soft hum of the refrigerator in the corner and the faint sound of traffic outside. she kicked off her shoes, and without a second thought, grabbed the nearest oversized hoodie she could find to throw on. it was the comfiest thing she owned and made her feel at home instantly.

as she pulled it over her head, she noticed luke's hockey gear scattered across the floor — his skates, a couple of jerseys tossed carelessly onto the couch, and a tangle of socks. she made her way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, trying to avoid stepping on anything that could possibly be a sharp piece of his equipment.

that's when luke came out of the bedroom, fresh out of the shower, towel slung around his neck. his hair was still wet, droplets of water dripping down to his chest, making him look like he'd just walked out of a movie scene. he stopped in his tracks when he saw her.

"hey, what's up?" y/n asked, turning toward him with the glass in her hand.

"nothing much," luke said, his eyes scanning her from head to toe. "just got back from practice. how was your day?"

"same old, same old," she shrugged, taking a sip of water.

then his eyes narrowed, and his gaze dropped lower. "wait a second..." he said, pointing at her with a grin spreading across his face. "is that my shirt?"

y/n froze, looking down at the oversized hoodie that engulfed her body. her heart sank a little as she glanced at him, playing it cool. "what, this?" she said innocently. "nah, it's just a random hoodie. found it in the laundry. comfy, right?"

luke took a few steps toward her, raising an eyebrow. "really? because last time i checked, i’m the only one who has a hoodie that big. and this one’s got my number on the back. number 6, in case you forgot."

she couldn’t help but smirk at the playful challenge in his voice. "oh," she said, "you mean our shirt?"

luke snorted at her response. "our shirt? that’s a bold claim. you’ve been stealing my stuff for months now. i think i should get something in return. like, maybe some dinner?" he said with a mischievous grin.

y/n rolled her eyes, setting her glass on the counter. "first of all, i don’t steal your stuff. i just borrow it. there’s a difference."

"oh, i see," luke said, tilting his head. "so, this isn’t stealing? because that looks like my hoodie to me."

"you gave it to me," she said, crossing her arms in mock defensiveness. "remember? a couple of months ago when you bought like five of the same one. you said, and i quote, 'y/n, you’re gonna need one for yourself, too. we’re gonna match.'"

luke blinked at her for a second, then his face softened with the memory. "right. i do remember that. i guess you’re right, it is our shirt, then," he admitted, walking toward her and wrapping an arm around her waist. "but still, i don’t think you need to wear it every day. i mean, come on, i need a little bit of my own space too, right?"

y/n laughed, leaning into him. "what, you're not happy i like wearing your clothes? thought it was cute when i wore your jersey to that game last week."

"it was cute," luke admitted with a smile. "but i’m starting to think you might be wearing it to get extra attention from me. maybe you're just trying to distract me so i don't notice how messy the apartment is."

"oh, please," y/n chuckled. "like you haven’t already noticed. you’ve been leaving your stuff around here for weeks now. it’s like you live in a sports store."

"hey, i need my things where i can see them," luke defended himself, his voice playful. "that’s the only way i’m gonna remember everything. otherwise, you know i’m gonna forget something important."

"i know," y/n smiled up at him, her eyes softening. "you’re hopeless. but i love you anyway."

"yeah?" luke raised an eyebrow again. "even after i leave my dirty socks everywhere?"

"especially then," she replied, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. "you're lucky you’re cute."

"lucky, huh?" luke chuckled. "i guess i'll take that as a compliment."

they stood there for a few moments, enjoying the quiet of their apartment and the simplicity of the moment. y/n pulled away from him gently, still with the oversized hoodie hanging off her shoulders. she was comfortable, more than comfortable, in his shirt, in his arms, in their life together.

"you know," she said after a beat, "i think you’re starting to get used to me taking your stuff. last week, you just shrugged when you saw me in one of your jerseys. you didn't even make a comment."

luke smirked. "i’m getting soft in my old age," he said. "besides, you wear it better than i do. i can’t complain when you look cute in my stuff."

"so now it’s a compliment?" she teased.

"definitely," he said with a wink. "i think i’ll get you more stuff soon, though. you’re starting to wear my wardrobe out faster than i can buy it."

"oh, please," y/n laughed, poking him in the side. "i’m not that bad."

"really?" luke raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "because i swear, i’ve seen you in all of my shirts in the past month. it's getting a little hard to tell them apart. you should start wearing your own stuff sometimes."

"my stuff is boring," y/n protested. "your stuff is so much better. i like it because it smells like you."

"that’s sweet," luke said, his expression softening. "but you know what? i’ll still buy you your own stuff if it means you’ll leave mine alone for a little while."

"oh, okay," y/n grinned, looking at him playfully. "but only if it’s our stuff."

"of course," he said, laughing. "you know i wouldn’t have it any other way."

as they stood there, together in the quiet apartment, y/n felt a sense of calm wash over her. sure, they bickered about the small things, like clothes and his messy habits, but those were the little things that made their relationship special. it wasn’t just about sharing a wardrobe or living together. it was about the moments that made them feel like home to each other.

"alright," y/n said, finally relenting. "you win. i’ll wear my own clothes more often. but i’m still wearing this shirt tonight."

"you do that," luke said, pulling her close once more. "i’ll just be over here, waiting for my dinner."

y/n grinned, leaning into his embrace. "deal."

they both stood there for a while, just enjoying the simplicity of being together. nothing big had to happen for them to feel like everything was right in the world. she was wearing his shirt — or their shirt, as she liked to call it — and that felt more than enough.

"you’re lucky you’re cute, Luke Hughes," y/n murmured into his chest.

"i know," he replied with a smirk, holding her a little tighter.

and in that moment, nothing else mattered.

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back home w/ jack hughes ->

summary: jack comes home after awhile away from y/n

word count: 1.1k

warnings: FLUFFFF

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it had been two weeks since jack left for the road trip. the time had dragged on, a blur of workdays, nights alone, and phone calls that didn’t quite fill the space he left behind. y/n had gotten used to the silence in their apartment, but it wasn’t the same without jack’s presence. their apartment felt like a room with missing pieces.

today was the day though. jack was finally coming home. she checked the time for what felt like the hundredth time—his flight was landing soon. her stomach fluttered with anticipation. it felt like a mini countdown in her head. as much as she’d missed him, it wasn’t just his absence that had been hard—it was the waiting. now, the waiting was almost over.

y/n quickly moved around the apartment, tidying up the living room. she made sure there were no clothes left on the couch or stray mugs on the coffee table. it wasn’t about impressing him; it was just about making the place feel like home again, the way it did when he was here. she also found herself doing the little things she did before jack left—throwing on a hoodie of his that she loved to wear while he was gone, fixing her hair the way she knew he liked it, just small things that made it feel normal.

by the time she’d finished tidying up, she sat on the couch, phone in hand, refreshing the tracker app she’d been using to check his flight status. 10 minutes until landing. she sighed in relief, sinking back into the cushions. the anticipation of his return felt almost overwhelming. she missed him more than she thought she would. even when he was home, he was always so busy with practice or games, but there was a different kind of quiet when he was away on trips. the kind where you only get small windows of connection, long texts and brief phone calls that always left you wanting more.

finally, her phone buzzed. she grinned. jack had texted her: just landed. i’ll be home in 30.

she couldn’t help but smile at how routine everything felt, even though this moment was far from ordinary. they’d done long-distance during the season before, and although it was difficult, they’d figured out how to make it work. still, it never got any easier.

y/n stood up, taking a deep breath. 30 minutes. it wasn’t long, but it felt like it might stretch on forever.

jack had said he'd be back by late afternoon, and sure enough, the sound of his key turning in the door made her stomach flip. she quickly got up, heart pounding as she walked to the entryway. the door creaked open, and there he was, standing in the doorway, duffel bag over one shoulder, his face lighting up when he saw her.

"hey, babe," jack said, grinning that familiar grin she’d been missing for days.

"hey," she responded, almost laughing at how stupidly happy she felt to see him. she stepped forward, wrapping her arms around him immediately, inhaling the scent of his cologne and the faint scent of ice and locker rooms. his hands slid down her back as he hugged her tightly, pressing a soft kiss to her hair.

"i missed you so much," jack muttered, his voice muffled against her hair.

y/n pulled away just enough to look up at him, meeting his tired, but soft eyes. "i missed you too. god, this past week has been... too long."

jack chuckled, leaning in for a soft kiss. "i swear, it’s like the road trips get longer every time. and it’s not even just the hockey. it’s you, y/n. i miss you. i hate being away from you."

y/n smiled, running her hand along the back of his neck. "yeah, i felt the same way. it’s quiet without you around. i’ve been talking to the plants like they’re people just to keep myself from going crazy."

"i’ll bet the plants appreciated that," jack teased, pulling her back into another hug.

“they loved it,” she laughed, breathing in his familiar scent again, her body relaxing at the warmth of his embrace. “i’m glad you’re home.”

they stood there for a few moments, just holding each other, the weight of the days apart fading away with each second. jack finally pulled back, looking at her with a mischievous smile.

“so, what’s the plan for tonight?” he asked. “i’m thinking food, maybe a movie. but mostly just... you and me, y’know?”

y/n grinned, nodding. “that sounds perfect. i’ve missed our movie nights.”

jack raised an eyebrow. “really? you missed me more than the movies?”

“obviously,” she teased, nudging him playfully. “the movies are just a bonus.”

he laughed, clearly happy to be home. “well, in that case, i’m all yours. what do you want to do first?”

“well…” y/n hesitated, glancing at the kitchen. “i made dinner. i hope you’re not too tired for it.”

“dinner? you made food?” jack raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “what kind of food? it’s not burnt, is it?”

“very funny,” y/n rolled her eyes, playfully shoving him. “no, it’s not burnt. i made lasagna.”

“lasagna, huh?” jack grinned. “sounds amazing. definitely can’t say no to that.”

“good,” y/n said, leading him into the kitchen. “it’s the least i could do since i’ve been eating takeout like it’s my job while you’ve been gone.”

jack chuckled, sliding into a chair at the small kitchen table. “well, i’m back now. and i’m going to eat my weight in lasagna.”

they spent the next hour eating dinner and chatting about everything and nothing. jack told her about the road trip—how tiring the games were, how the team had been doing, and how the locker room felt empty without her jokes and energy to brighten it. y/n listened, laughing at his stories, teasing him about some of his teammates’ antics. it felt like old times, like nothing had changed, and in that moment, everything felt just as it should.

after dinner, they settled into the living room, curled up on the couch together. jack had his arm around y/n, pulling her close as they put on a movie. the sound of the opening credits filled the room, but neither of them was paying much attention to the screen. y/n felt jack’s hand gently rubbing circles on her back, his thumb stroking the soft fabric of her hoodie.

"god, it feels good to be home," jack murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“yeah, it does,” y/n replied, content with just being in his arms. “it’s been too long. i didn’t realize how much i needed you here.”

jack nodded, his grip on her tightening slightly. “same here. it’s not the same without you.”

they sat there for a while, not needing to say much. it was one of those rare moments when everything just felt right. the movie played in the background, but it was the quiet moments between the scenes that mattered. the quiet moments where they didn’t need to speak, where their presence was enough.

as the movie ended, they both let out a satisfied sigh. jack stretched, looking at y/n with a soft smile.

“you know, i was thinking…” he began, his voice turning more serious. “this trip made me realize something.”

“what’s that?” y/n asked, looking up at him curiously.

“i don’t want to keep doing this,” he said, his eyes locking onto hers. “the whole being apart thing. i want us to be able to just... be together, without the distance. it’s been hard.”

y/n smiled softly, running her hand along his jawline. “i know, jack. i don’t like it either. but we make it work, right?”

“yeah,” he said, his voice filled with determination. “but i want it to be easier. for both of us.”

y/n didn’t know what to say. she just kissed him softly, the words unspoken between them, knowing that whatever came next, they would face it together.

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back home w/ jack hughes ->

summary: jack comes home after awhile away from y/n

word count: 1.1k

warnings: FLUFFFF

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it had been two weeks since jack left for the road trip. the time had dragged on, a blur of workdays, nights alone, and phone calls that didn’t quite fill the space he left behind. y/n had gotten used to the silence in their apartment, but it wasn’t the same without jack’s presence. their apartment felt like a room with missing pieces.

today was the day though. jack was finally coming home. she checked the time for what felt like the hundredth time—his flight was landing soon. her stomach fluttered with anticipation. it felt like a mini countdown in her head. as much as she’d missed him, it wasn’t just his absence that had been hard—it was the waiting. now, the waiting was almost over.

y/n quickly moved around the apartment, tidying up the living room. she made sure there were no clothes left on the couch or stray mugs on the coffee table. it wasn’t about impressing him; it was just about making the place feel like home again, the way it did when he was here. she also found herself doing the little things she did before jack left—throwing on a hoodie of his that she loved to wear while he was gone, fixing her hair the way she knew he liked it, just small things that made it feel normal.

by the time she’d finished tidying up, she sat on the couch, phone in hand, refreshing the tracker app she’d been using to check his flight status. 10 minutes until landing. she sighed in relief, sinking back into the cushions. the anticipation of his return felt almost overwhelming. she missed him more than she thought she would. even when he was home, he was always so busy with practice or games, but there was a different kind of quiet when he was away on trips. the kind where you only get small windows of connection, long texts and brief phone calls that always left you wanting more.

finally, her phone buzzed. she grinned. jack had texted her: just landed. i’ll be home in 30.

she couldn’t help but smile at how routine everything felt, even though this moment was far from ordinary. they’d done long-distance during the season before, and although it was difficult, they’d figured out how to make it work. still, it never got any easier.

y/n stood up, taking a deep breath. 30 minutes. it wasn’t long, but it felt like it might stretch on forever.

jack had said he'd be back by late afternoon, and sure enough, the sound of his key turning in the door made her stomach flip. she quickly got up, heart pounding as she walked to the entryway. the door creaked open, and there he was, standing in the doorway, duffel bag over one shoulder, his face lighting up when he saw her.

"hey, babe," jack said, grinning that familiar grin she’d been missing for days.

"hey," she responded, almost laughing at how stupidly happy she felt to see him. she stepped forward, wrapping her arms around him immediately, inhaling the scent of his cologne and the faint scent of ice and locker rooms. his hands slid down her back as he hugged her tightly, pressing a soft kiss to her hair.

"i missed you so much," jack muttered, his voice muffled against her hair.

y/n pulled away just enough to look up at him, meeting his tired, but soft eyes. "i missed you too. god, this past week has been... too long."

jack chuckled, leaning in for a soft kiss. "i swear, it’s like the road trips get longer every time. and it’s not even just the hockey. it’s you, y/n. i miss you. i hate being away from you."

y/n smiled, running her hand along the back of his neck. "yeah, i felt the same way. it’s quiet without you around. i’ve been talking to the plants like they’re people just to keep myself from going crazy."

"i’ll bet the plants appreciated that," jack teased, pulling her back into another hug.

“they loved it,” she laughed, breathing in his familiar scent again, her body relaxing at the warmth of his embrace. “i’m glad you’re home.”

they stood there for a few moments, just holding each other, the weight of the days apart fading away with each second. jack finally pulled back, looking at her with a mischievous smile.

“so, what’s the plan for tonight?” he asked. “i’m thinking food, maybe a movie. but mostly just... you and me, y’know?”

y/n grinned, nodding. “that sounds perfect. i’ve missed our movie nights.”

jack raised an eyebrow. “really? you missed me more than the movies?”

“obviously,” she teased, nudging him playfully. “the movies are just a bonus.”

he laughed, clearly happy to be home. “well, in that case, i’m all yours. what do you want to do first?”

“well…” y/n hesitated, glancing at the kitchen. “i made dinner. i hope you’re not too tired for it.”

“dinner? you made food?” jack raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “what kind of food? it’s not burnt, is it?”

“very funny,” y/n rolled her eyes, playfully shoving him. “no, it’s not burnt. i made lasagna.”

“lasagna, huh?” jack grinned. “sounds amazing. definitely can’t say no to that.”

“good,” y/n said, leading him into the kitchen. “it’s the least i could do since i’ve been eating takeout like it’s my job while you’ve been gone.”

jack chuckled, sliding into a chair at the small kitchen table. “well, i’m back now. and i’m going to eat my weight in lasagna.”

they spent the next hour eating dinner and chatting about everything and nothing. jack told her about the road trip—how tiring the games were, how the team had been doing, and how the locker room felt empty without her jokes and energy to brighten it. y/n listened, laughing at his stories, teasing him about some of his teammates’ antics. it felt like old times, like nothing had changed, and in that moment, everything felt just as it should.

after dinner, they settled into the living room, curled up on the couch together. jack had his arm around y/n, pulling her close as they put on a movie. the sound of the opening credits filled the room, but neither of them was paying much attention to the screen. y/n felt jack’s hand gently rubbing circles on her back, his thumb stroking the soft fabric of her hoodie.

"god, it feels good to be home," jack murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“yeah, it does,” y/n replied, content with just being in his arms. “it’s been too long. i didn’t realize how much i needed you here.”

jack nodded, his grip on her tightening slightly. “same here. it’s not the same without you.”

they sat there for a while, not needing to say much. it was one of those rare moments when everything just felt right. the movie played in the background, but it was the quiet moments between the scenes that mattered. the quiet moments where they didn’t need to speak, where their presence was enough.

as the movie ended, they both let out a satisfied sigh. jack stretched, looking at y/n with a soft smile.

“you know, i was thinking…” he began, his voice turning more serious. “this trip made me realize something.”

“what’s that?” y/n asked, looking up at him curiously.

“i don’t want to keep doing this,” he said, his eyes locking onto hers. “the whole being apart thing. i want us to be able to just... be together, without the distance. it’s been hard.”

y/n smiled softly, running her hand along his jawline. “i know, jack. i don’t like it either. but we make it work, right?”

“yeah,” he said, his voice filled with determination. “but i want it to be easier. for both of us.”

y/n didn’t know what to say. she just kissed him softly, the words unspoken between them, knowing that whatever came next, they would face it together.

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a new beginning w/ matthew knies

summary: matthew gets pulled up to leafs

word count: 0.9k

warnings: slight angst

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it was a typical sunday afternoon when matthew got the call. he was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone while y/n was in the kitchen, humming softly as she prepped their dinner. the sounds of her chopping vegetables mixed with the faint hum of the tv in the background. life had felt simple in the last few months—nothing major had changed. or at least, that's what y/n thought.

“hey, uh, babe,” matthew called out, his voice unusually quiet.

y/n looked up from what she was doing, her brow furrowing slightly at the tone. she wiped her hands on the towel and walked over to him. "what’s wrong?" she asked, noticing his tense posture, the phone still in his hand.

"i... i just got the call. they want me to come up to the leafs," he said, his voice trailing off as he looked at her, waiting for her reaction.

it took a second for the words to sink in. y/n blinked, not quite processing. "wait, you’re being pulled up? like... to the leafs?"

"yeah," matthew replied, nodding slowly. "i’m leaving for toronto tomorrow."

y/n’s stomach dropped. she’d known this moment might come, but hearing it out loud made it real in a way she wasn’t ready for. matthew had been playing with the minnesota wild’s affiliate team for a while now, and although there had been talk of him possibly getting a chance with the leafs, she hadn’t thought it would happen so soon. and certainly not like this.

“oh,” y/n said, her voice quiet. she forced a smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “that’s... that’s amazing, matthew. i’m happy for you.”

but matthew could see right through the smile. he could see the sadness in her eyes, the way her shoulders slumped just slightly. he knew how much she had grown attached to their life in minnesota. how they had built this little routine together. how much she hated change, even though she tried to hide it.

“y/n,” he said softly, reaching for her hand. “i know this is sudden, but... i’ll be back. it’s just for a while, you know? i promise, we’ll make it work.”

y/n nodded, blinking away the sudden sting of tears. “i know,” she whispered. “i’m just... i’m gonna miss you. a lot. more than i thought.”

“i’ll miss you too,” matthew said, his voice tight. “it’s gonna be weird not having you here, especially since we’ve gotten so used to... this.” he motioned around their apartment. “but hey, i’m not going anywhere forever. we’ll figure it out, okay?”

y/n bit her lip and nodded again. “yeah... yeah, of course. it’s just... i didn’t expect this. i didn’t think i’d have to get used to you being away for games all the time.”

matthew squeezed her hand, his thumb brushing against her skin in a soothing motion. “i’ll make time for us, i promise. this isn’t easy for either of us, but we’ll get through it. we’ve done long distance before, right?”

she let out a soft laugh, though it sounded more like a sigh. “yeah, i guess so. but this feels different.”

“i know,” he said. “it does. but we’re stronger than that. we’ll figure it out.”

they both stood there in the living room, just taking a moment to process it. matthew could tell y/n was sad, but he also knew how strong she was. she always found a way to make things work, even when it wasn’t easy. but it didn’t make the goodbye any less difficult.

“when do you leave?” y/n asked after a few seconds of silence.

“tomorrow morning,” he replied. “i know it’s quick, but it’s what i’ve worked for, right?”

“yeah,” y/n said softly. “i know. i’m proud of you, matthew. i really am.”

matthew pulled her into a hug, his arms tight around her. “thanks, y/n. i’ll be back before you know it.”

as the evening went on, they made dinner together, though it felt a little off. y/n couldn’t stop thinking about how much things were going to change. how she was going to have to get used to the quiet when he was gone. how she’d have to rely on texts and phone calls to stay connected, just like before.

but even through all of it, she knew one thing: she would support him. she had to. it was his dream, and she couldn’t let her sadness stand in the way of that. she loved him too much to do that. even if it meant missing him every single day.

later that night, after they’d cleaned up dinner and settled on the couch, matthew turned to her, his face serious for a moment.

“y/n, i know it’s gonna be hard, but you’ll be okay, right?”

“yeah,” she said, offering him a small, genuine smile. “i will be. i’ve got you in my corner. i’ll always have you in my corner.”

“and i’ve got you, too,” he replied, his hand resting on her knee. “always.”

the next morning came too fast. y/n watched as matthew packed the last of his things, slipping into his maple leafs gear, the logo standing out boldly on the fabric. her heart twisted as she realized how real it all was. he was really leaving.

“call me when you get there?” she asked, her voice soft.

“every day,” he promised, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “i’ll miss you more than you know.”

“i’ll miss you too,” y/n whispered, watching as he grabbed his bags and walked out the door. she stood in the doorway for a few minutes, her hand on the frame, silently wishing him well.

and even though she knew it wasn’t the end, even though she knew this was just a new chapter in their lives, she couldn’t help but feel the ache of his absence already.

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are you...? w/ dawson mercer ->

summary: dawson and y/n's journey through pregnancy

word count: 2.5k

warnings: pregnancy?

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it was an ordinary evening when y/n felt that shift in her world. everything had been normal — work, dinner, the usual small talk with friends, and quiet moments with dawson. everything felt just... fine. but then, there was that moment in the bathroom when y/n saw the test, the little blue plus sign that meant her life was about to change.

it wasn’t like she hadn’t thought about this possibility before. she and dawson had been together for a while now, and things were good. great, actually. they’d been talking about their future in passing, but always with that casual, carefree attitude that said, “we’re in no rush.” the idea of having a baby? well, it hadn’t been discussed seriously — until now.

y/n stepped out of the bathroom, the test clutched tightly in her hand. dawson was on the couch, scrolling through his phone, and he didn’t look up when she entered. she had no idea how to start this conversation. how do you casually tell someone you're pregnant? it’s not something you just slip into a conversation, like, "hey, i think i’m going to order pizza for dinner."

"hey," y/n started, voice unsteady. dawson glanced up from his phone, his brows furrowing slightly when he saw the look on her face. there was something in her eyes — something he didn’t quite understand.

"what’s wrong?" dawson asked, setting the phone aside. he stood up, walking toward her. y/n hesitated for a moment before holding out the test. dawson blinked, his eyes scanning it, then looking back at her.

"are you...?" his voice trailed off, not sure if he should finish the question or if he had somehow misunderstood.

"yeah," y/n replied quietly. "i’m pregnant."

there was a pause, a moment that felt like everything in the world stopped. dawson stood frozen for a second, his eyes flicking back and forth between y/n and the test in her hand. he opened his mouth as if to speak, but nothing came out at first. the silence stretched between them like a thin thread, fragile and tense.

"wow," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "wow, okay."

"yeah," y/n said, her heart pounding. "i didn’t know how to tell you, dawson. i mean, i don’t even know what to do with this information right now."

dawson ran a hand through his hair, pacing back and forth for a moment. "shit," he muttered under his breath. "this is... this is huge."

"i know," y/n replied, biting her lip. "and i know this isn’t something we planned or anything, but... i wanted to tell you. i needed you to know."

"god, y/n," dawson said, looking at her with a mix of confusion and concern. "i don’t even know what to say."

"you don’t have to say anything yet," she assured him. "i just... i just needed you to know. i wanted you to be a part of this, however we decide to handle it."

dawson nodded, still processing the words. he looked down at the test again, then back at y/n, his expression softening just a little. "you’re sure?"

"yeah," y/n said, her voice steadying. "i’m sure."

dawson exhaled deeply, walking over to her. "okay," he said, his tone more measured now. "okay. we’ll figure this out. i’m here. we’ll figure it out together."

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a few days after the conversation, things still felt a bit surreal. the initial shock had worn off, but the reality of it all was still settling in. y/n and dawson had talked about their options, and they both agreed they wanted to move forward. it wasn’t going to be easy, but they were going to do it together. and then came the time for the next step: shopping for the baby.

they were sitting in the parking lot of a big baby store, one that y/n had driven past countless times but never thought she’d walk into with dawson in tow. he had been quiet on the ride over, lost in his own thoughts, and y/n couldn’t blame him. this was all new. it was new for her too, but she felt a bit more... ready? maybe not ready, but she had that weird feeling that maybe, just maybe, they were both going to be okay.

"you okay?" y/n asked, looking over at dawson as they sat in the car.

he was staring out the window, his fingers tapping absently on the steering wheel. "yeah," he said, glancing over at her. "just... a little nervous, you know?"

"i get it," y/n said with a soft smile. "i am too."

dawson gave a small chuckle, his eyes softening as he met her gaze. "we're both probably gonna mess this up at some point, huh?"

"oh, absolutely," she replied, her tone light. "but that’s what parenting is, right? just winging it and hoping you don’t screw up too badly."

"yeah, i guess," dawson said, grinning now. "well, let’s go in there and see what kind of trouble we can get into."

y/n laughed, pushing open the car door. "after you."

they walked into the store together, and the overwhelming feeling of baby-related merchandise hit them immediately. rows of tiny clothes, pacifiers, bottles, cribs, strollers—it was all a bit much. y/n felt her stomach flip, a mixture of excitement and nerves. this was real. they were buying things for a baby that was going to be theirs.

dawson gave her a sidelong glance, a sheepish smile on his face. "so... where do we even start?"

"honestly?" y/n said, looking around at the shelves of baby items. "i have no idea. but we’ll figure it out."

they wandered through the aisles, picking up small onesies, admiring how tiny and soft they were. dawson held up a small blue shirt with a little dinosaur on it, his expression a mixture of confusion and amusement.

"this is for a baby? it looks like it could fit a hamster," he said, laughing softly.

"it’s cute, though," y/n replied, smiling. "it’s the little things, right? everything’s so... small."

they continued down the aisles, grabbing a few essentials—a pack of diapers, a bottle set, a soft blanket—but y/n could tell they were both still feeling a little lost in the sea of options. she had no idea what they actually needed yet, and dawson seemed to be just as clueless.

"should we get a stroller now?" dawson asked, standing in front of the stroller section, clearly overwhelmed by the sheer number of options.

"maybe not yet," y/n said. "i think we need to figure out what we’re doing for the nursery first, right?"

"yeah, good call," dawson said, rubbing the back of his neck. "this is a lot. and how do people know what to buy? this is insane."

"tell me about it," y/n said, pushing a shopping cart through the aisles. "there’s, like, a hundred kinds of strollers, and they all look the same to me. i don't even know what half this stuff is."

as they continued walking through the store, dawson took her hand, and for a brief moment, everything felt okay. they didn’t have all the answers, and they weren’t going to figure it all out today. but they were in this together, and that was enough for now.

they ended up in the baby clothing section, where they picked out a few cute onesies in neutral colors and a soft little hat. dawson insisted on buying a stuffed bear, even though y/n told him it was probably too soon.

"i don’t care," he said, grinning. "we’re getting it. it’s cute."

"fine, fine," y/n laughed. "but only because it’s the first thing you’ve picked out on your own."

"i’ve got good taste," dawson replied, looking proud of himself.

they kept shopping for a while longer, picking up a few more things, and by the time they were ready to check out, y/n felt like she’d been hit by a whirlwind of baby gear. but she also felt... happy. maybe not entirely prepared, but happy. dawson kept making her laugh, and that made everything feel a little more manageable.

as they stood in line, dawson turned to her, his smile soft. "hey, we’re doing okay, right?"

"yeah," y/n said, squeezing his hand. "we are. we really are."

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the next few months flew by in a blur of appointments, baby classes, and endless preparations. every morning, y/n would wake up with a sense of excitement—and sometimes a bit of anxiety—about the changes happening to her body. dawson, despite his occasional nervousness, was right there with her every step of the way, doing his best to make sure she was comfortable and feeling supported.

the first trimester had been rough. morning sickness came like a wave, unpredictable and relentless. there were days when y/n barely had the energy to get out of bed, and dawson was there with ginger ale and crackers, ready to help her through it. he’d even gotten a bit obsessed with researching remedies to ease the nausea, convinced there had to be a magic cure. it was sweet, really. his determination to make her feel better, to make sure she was comfortable, was something she hadn’t expected but appreciated more than he probably realized.

by the time they reached the second trimester, things had settled down a bit. the nausea was gone, and although y/n’s body was changing faster than she could keep up with, she felt more energized. she wasn’t as tired all the time, and the baby’s movements were starting to make everything feel more real. every flutter, every kick, reminded her that there was someone tiny and perfect growing inside of her.

one evening, as they sat on the couch after dinner, y/n rested her head on dawson’s shoulder. he’d been working late for the past few days, and they hadn’t had a chance to just relax together.

“hey,” she said, her voice soft. “do you ever... feel like this whole thing is still so surreal?”

dawson chuckled, running his hand over her stomach. “yeah, all the time. i mean, it’s like... i’m going through this with you, but i still can’t wrap my head around it sometimes.”

y/n smiled, looking up at him. “same. like, one minute i’m thinking about the baby, and then the next, i’m just trying to figure out how to keep up with everything. it’s a lot.”

“we’re getting there,” dawson said, squeezing her hand. “we’ll figure it out.”

as the months went on, they tackled each new challenge together. y/n’s belly grew bigger, and so did her collection of maternity clothes. dawson would laugh as he watched her try on different outfits, occasionally making jokes about how cute she looked. the way he seemed so genuinely proud of her, even in the most uncomfortable moments, made y/n’s heart swell.

they took childbirth classes together, where dawson awkwardly practiced breathing exercises and tried (and failed) to remember the proper way to support y/n during labor. y/n couldn’t help but laugh at how serious he took everything, even as he fumbled through the exercises. it was one of the many ways she realized just how much dawson was invested in this journey.

one night, when y/n was about seven months along, they sat down together to talk about the baby’s name. it had been something they’d avoided for a while, mostly because the pressure of picking the perfect name felt enormous.

“so, have you thought of anything?” dawson asked, looking at her with that expectant look in his eyes. they’d both tossed around ideas, but neither of them had agreed on anything yet.

“i like emma,” y/n said, looking at him cautiously. “i think it’s a pretty name.”

dawson raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on his lips. “emma? i don’t know... i was thinking more along the lines of something like... max or alex.”

“max?” y/n said, teasing him. “we’re having a baby, not a dog.”

“hey,” dawson said, laughing. “max is a good name. it’s strong, you know?”

“strong?” y/n rolled her eyes playfully. “i think emma is strong too. and it’s classic.”

they went back and forth, throwing out names and debating the pros and cons of each. the more they talked, the more it became clear how much they cared about this decision. it wasn’t just about picking a name; it was about giving their child an identity, something they could be proud of.

in the final weeks of the pregnancy, y/n’s emotions were all over the place. one minute, she’d be excited to meet the baby, and the next, she’d feel overwhelmed by the unknown. the thought of giving birth, of the pain and the uncertainty, would occasionally flood her with anxiety. dawson, as always, was there to reassure her. his constant support was a lifeline for her, even when she couldn’t fully put her feelings into words.

the night before her due date, dawson and y/n sat in bed, snuggling under the covers. dawson was scrolling through his phone, but y/n could tell his attention wasn’t fully on the screen.

“i’m nervous,” y/n admitted, her voice soft. “i don’t know what to expect tomorrow.”

dawson put down his phone and turned to her, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “hey, we’ve got this. i know you’re nervous, but you’re gonna be amazing. you’ve been amazing this whole time.”

“but what if... what if i can’t do it?” y/n whispered. “what if it’s too much?”

“you’re stronger than you think,” dawson said, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “and i’m right here with you. i’ll be with you every step of the way.”

they spent the night talking softly, making plans for the next day, for the future. they didn’t know what was coming, but they were ready to face it together.

the following day, when the contractions started, y/n’s nerves were replaced with a fierce determination. she and dawson were in the hospital, walking the halls while y/n breathed through each contraction. dawson held her hand through it all, his words of encouragement and love never wavering.

the hours seemed to drag on, but eventually, they found themselves in the delivery room, where y/n pushed through the final stages of labor. it was painful, exhausting, and overwhelming, but with dawson by her side, she felt like she could do anything.

and then, after what felt like an eternity, she heard the cry of their baby. a beautiful, loud, desperate sound. dawson squeezed her hand, his eyes wide with amazement.

“you did it,” he whispered, tears in his eyes. “we did it.”

their baby—emma, as they had finally decided—was placed in y/n’s arms, and in that moment, everything made sense. the exhaustion, the fear, the uncertainty—none of it mattered anymore. they were parents now, and nothing could take that away.

“she’s perfect,” y/n whispered, looking down at the tiny, squirming bundle in her arms. dawson leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to both y/n’s forehead and the baby’s.

“yeah,” he said, his voice full of emotion. “she really is.”

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longest fic yet yay!

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summer is great w/ quinn hughes ->

summary: summers are always interesting with this group

word count: 1.8k

warnings: none imo

a/n: super sorry if the spacing on this one is weird, my computer is acting up, not proofread!

it was the kind of summer day that felt like it was stretching forever. the kind of day where the sun hung just right in the sky, casting that perfect golden glow over the lake. the sound of birds chirping, the hum of the occasional boat motor, and the soft lapping of the water against the dock were all part of the atmosphere at the hughes brothers’ lake house. it was a place where time slowed down, where things were easier, and everyone just lived in the moment.

you weren’t exactly sure how you ended up here—just that the invitation came from cole caufield, who’d somehow convinced you to spend the weekend with a bunch of hockey players. you weren’t complaining. you liked cole well enough, but there was a certain... tension with him. he liked you. liked you. and while you appreciated his attention, you couldn't deny there was someone else on your mind.

quinn hughes.

he was kind of perfect in every way that made your heart skip a beat. quiet, but with this understated charm that made you want to be around him all the time. he was also, unfortunately, the one you couldn’t have. which was the problem. the really big problem. and it wasn’t helping that cole seemed to be everywhere, grinning at you like he knew the effect he had.

you were sitting on the dock, feet dangling in the cool water, trying to focus on the ripples instead of the too-loud conversation coming from behind you. trevor zegras was laughing at something luke hughes had said, while jack, ever the natural leader, tried to keep things somewhat civil. cole was sitting nearby, his eyes flicking toward you every few seconds like he couldn’t help himself.

“you good, y/n?” luke’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. he was sitting next to you, legs stretched out as he let his feet drag in the water. you hadn’t realized he’d come over.

“yeah, just... thinking,” you said, offering him a small smile. you didn’t want to make it obvious you were thinking about his older brother.

“about quinn?” luke said, a knowing grin spreading across his face. he raised an eyebrow.

you stiffened a little, suddenly feeling exposed. “no, just... stuff.”

“uh-huh. sure.” he laughed softly, nudging you with his elbow. “don’t worry, i won’t tell him.”

you shot him a look. “you’d better not.”

he winked at you, clearly enjoying the teasing, but then his expression shifted. “hey, just... if you’re into him, you should probably go for it, right? don’t overthink it too much.”

“it’s not that simple,” you mumbled, looking away.

before luke could press you further, cole appeared, sitting down beside you on the dock, his usual grin plastered on his face. he leaned back on his hands, looking up at the sky as if he was genuinely enjoying the moment.

“you know,” cole started casually, his voice light and easy, “i think this lake house is cursed.”

you blinked at him. “cursed?”

“yeah. every time i come here, i end up losing to jack at something ridiculous. ping pong, cornhole, the stupid trivia game we played last night. it’s like he’s got some kind of unfair advantage.”

you rolled your eyes, trying not to laugh at the idea of cole being so invested in winning these small competitions. “sounds like you need to practice more.”

“oh, i do,” cole said dramatically, “but it’s like jack has an unfair advantage. maybe he’s hiding some kind of... cheat code or something.”

“he probably just has more practice than you,” you teased, feeling lighter, even if your mind was still lingering on the whole quinn thing.

cole shot you a playful glare, but it didn’t last long before he was grinning again. “well, you know, i was thinking—maybe we should do something a little more fun today. like, uh... a treasure hunt? scavenger hunt? we could split up into teams.”

“how original,” you muttered, but you couldn’t help but feel a little amused by his enthusiasm.

before you could say anything else, jack's voice cut through the conversation, calling from the lawn. “hey, cole, you’re still complaining about losing?”

“no! i'm just... making an observation,” cole yelled back, his usual cocky tone slipping into something more relaxed. he stood up and stretched. “so, are we doing this scavenger hunt thing or what?”

“i don’t know if it's a scavenger hunt,” jack said, clearly trying to keep things more organized. “but we’ll split into teams. i’ll be with quinn, luke, you and y/n can team up.”

your stomach did a weird flip at the mention of quinn’s name, and for a second, you wished the earth would just swallow you up. cole shot you a look, his expression unreadable for a brief moment before he smirked.

“guess it’s you and me, huh?” cole grinned, nudging you with his elbow again.

you smiled weakly, trying not to feel too disappointed. this was fine. you didn’t need to be on quinn’s team. you didn’t. it was just... a little awkward, that’s all.

as everyone else scrambled to get things organized, you found yourself trailing behind cole as he made his way toward a stack of paper plates and markers for the so-called treasure hunt. the next few minutes were a blur of laughter, teasing, and mild competitiveness, as everyone got into their teams and tried to figure out what exactly they were supposed to be hunting for.

“so, y/n,” cole said, his voice suddenly quieter. you looked over at him, curious. “what’s going on with you? i mean, i know you’ve been kinda quiet lately.”

you were about to deflect, like you always did, but something in his tone made you pause. you could tell he was asking because he genuinely cared, even if he wasn’t entirely aware of why you were so withdrawn lately.

“just... thinking about stuff,” you replied vaguely, forcing a smile. “nothing major.”

cole didn’t seem convinced, but he didn’t push further. instead, he dropped his voice even lower, almost conspiratorially. “i know it’s not my business, but... you should just tell quinn how you feel. trust me, he’s not as oblivious as you think.”

you froze for a second, heart pounding in your chest. “what do you mean?”

“i mean,” cole shrugged, giving you a sideways glance, “guys can be pretty clueless sometimes, but quinn... he’s not. trust me.”

you bit your lip, not entirely sure how to respond. you had no idea if cole was just trying to mess with you or if there was truth in what he was saying.

before you could say anything else, quinn’s voice broke through the moment. “hey, are you two ready or what?”

you looked up, your heart doing that weird fluttery thing as you locked eyes with quinn for just a second too long. his expression was unreadable, but there was something in the way he looked at you that made your pulse race.

“yeah, we’re ready,” cole said, his usual grin returning as he clapped you on the back. “let’s go kick some ass.”

the treasure hunt itself was chaotic in the best way possible. people were yelling, running around, and trying to outsmart each other, all while the lake shimmered in the background. cole and you made a solid team—mostly because he was determined to win, but also because you were starting to have fun. you spent the next few hours running around, checking off clues, and laughing at how ridiculously competitive everyone was.

but through it all, you couldn’t help but steal glances at quinn. he was so effortlessly cool, like he was made for moments like this. and, as much as you tried to push the feelings down, it was hard not to feel like maybe... maybe there was something there.

as the sun began to set, painting the sky in soft oranges and pinks, everyone gathered around the firepit. the air was warm, but there was a cool breeze coming off the lake, making everything feel just right.

you sat down next to cole, trying not to feel too awkward about the whole situation. your team hadn’t won, but you didn’t really care. it was the kind of day that made you forget about anything else, even if your heart was still tangled up in something you couldn’t figure out.

“so, y/n,” cole said, his voice playful as he poked you in the ribs, “i gotta know. how’d you end up with quinn, huh?”

you froze for a moment, but then you laughed awkwardly. “uh, what do you mean?”

“you know,” cole grinned, “you’re always looking at him like he’s the last cookie in the jar.”

“i do not!” you protested, but you were already blushing.

“you totally do,” he said, giving you an exaggerated look of disbelief.

“shut up,” you muttered, though you couldn’t hide your smile.

just then, quinn looked over at you from across the fire, his eyes lingering for a moment longer than usual. you weren’t sure if you imagined it, but for a split second, it felt like there was something there. something real. and maybe, just maybe, this summer wouldn’t be as complicated as you thought.

but you didn’t say anything about it. not yet, anyway.

the night stretched on, full of laughter, stories, and the quiet buzz of summer. you knew things wouldn’t stay the same forever, but for now, you were content to just enjoy the moment.

PART 2????

and maybe, just maybe, that was enough.