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✶ UNEXPECTEDLY ; TREVOR ZEGRAS !

➪ summary: y/n has a shitty day, and the cherry on top is that she forgot the keys to her and cole's apartment. but luckily for her, someone answers her knock

➪ pairing: trevor zegras x fem!caufield!reader

➪ warnings: reader has a shitty day (spills coffee on herself, forgets her keys, her boss is an asshole, shit ton of paperwork), mention of breakups, boyfriend is also an asshole and breaks up with her through text, mentions of fighting

➪ word count: 1.5k

➪ emma's notes: honestly shocked that this wasn't too bad to edit, but yay! i'm also shockedy i've stayed on schedule for over a week now

Living in Canada had many great qualities, but none as great as the fact that she would never have to see Cole’s friends unannounced in their apartment. However, when one of his friends was Trevor Zegras, she should’ve known to expect the unexpected.

It had been a long day in general; her boss gave her more paperwork to do, she spilled coffee on herself, her car was still in the shop, and on top of it all, she and her boyfriend had been fighting for the last week, and today had apparently been his tipping point. He broke up with her in the middle of the day, through text, when he knew she was still working, leaving no time for her to argue with him, to say anything to save them.

And now, her jacket was wrapped tightly around her as she slowly trudged through the wet and cold of Montréal. With each step she took, more and more water seeped into her boots, her socks soaking and squishing, her feet freezing.

The hallway to their apartment felt longer than it usually was, and each minute felt like ten. She came to a stop at her door, hand shaking as she reached for the keys in her back pocket, only to realize they weren’t there. She was sure the whole floor could hear how loud her sigh was, digging through her bag for any sign of them.

With no luck, she stared at the door, eyes narrowing as she heard a sound from the other side of the door. She hesitated at first, raising her hand to knock even though she knew no one would answer. Cole was wherever he was; for the first time in forever, she couldn’t remember.

Her forehead fell to the door, the thud echoing throughout the empty hallway. She shivered again, pulling her jacket tighter if it was even possible, just as the door flew open, y/n stumbling from the lack of support her head now had.

Trevor stood there, his hair slightly messy and face a little flushed from whatever he had been doing - testing the durability of the siblings’ couch by jumping up and down on it - his arm reaching out to steady her. His lips were turned upwards into a grin, but they quickly flipped down when he realized she was shaking and her mascara was painted down her cheeks.

She peered up at him, blinking slowly as her mind tried to come up with a reason for him being in her and her brother’s apartment. Usually, she was good at remembering things people told her, but it seemed like those skills, along with a few others, were lacking recently.

With Cole playing for Team USA, she had the apartment to herself, to do things as she pleased. But the text that Cole had sent her a few days ago slipped her mind, the text that explained to her that Trevor was visiting and needed a place to stay.

The boy said nothing in reply to her question, pulling her into his arms. His right hand wrapped around her waist, and his left arm came up to her head, his hand holding it tightly to his chest. And that was all it took for her to break down, tears staining his off-white hoodie.

He turned around and kicked the door closed with his foot before lifting her to carry her to her bedroom. She wrapped her legs around his waist, a habit she had fallen into over the last five years. He tried shushing her, her sobs breaking his heart, but his efforts were in vain. She kept crying, her head buried in his shoulder due to the position change.

She stopped crying as Trevor placed her down on the bed, hands already cupping her cheeks, thumbs wiping the remnants of her tears. Her breath stuttered, still shaky from the release of emotions and the temperature outside.

When she was calm enough. Trevor spoke softly but with a slight edge to it, “What happened? Did someone hurt you?”

She had never heard his voice that stern before, and if she was honest, she couldn’t decide whether she should be scared of it or attracted to it. She blinked again, mind fogging, which only caused him to sigh, lip jutting out in a pout. His thumb moved to wipe the mascara that made its home beneath her eyes before pressing a soft kiss to her cheek, “Tell me what happened, sweetheart.”

Y/n was used to the nicknames; ever since she met him, he’d sling his arm around her shoulder while addressing her as “honey”, or “baby”, or “sweetheart”, sometimes even “princess”. But no matter what it was, it never meant anything, not to her. It was harmless teasing.

However, for whatever reason, as the nickname rolled off his tongue like it was no more than a hockey stat he’d memorized, she felt butterflies flutter in her stomach. And maybe it was because this situation it was different, every other time he’d say it, called her a stupid little nickname, they were having fun, laughing, being idiots, but this time she was being vulnerable in front of him, tears streaming down her face, breaking down as he cupped her face. Or maybe it was because she hadn’t felt cared for in weeks, hadn’t heard anyone say those names with earnestness.

She didn’t know if the new wave of tears that caused her breath to hitch was a result of her emotions catching up to her again or if it was because of the nickname that held more meaning and comfort than she’d experienced in a while.

After a while, her cries finally stopped again, her eyes finding his briefly before they returned to her lap again, playing with her fingers as she tried to play off her emotional episode. Trevor’s earlier question sat heavy between them. Even if she knew how to answer his question, which she didn’t, she kept her mouth shut. Everything had been so much that she could barely tell you what happened today, besides the fact that it was shitty, much less tell you what happened yesterday or the day before.

Trevor urged her once more, his tone still stern but a little softer now, and he allowed the desperation to be heard. He removed one of her hands from her cheek to hold both of hers, covering hers that still sat in her lap, “Please y/n.”

“Everything.”

“What do you mean, princess?”

“He broke up with me. My boss hates me. I have a shit ton of paperwork. I spilled coffee on my favorite jacket. I ruined my new shoes. I forgot to text Cole good luck.”

Despite her listing a multitude of reasons for her to be crying, Trevor was still on the first one. His mind was still trying to figure out how Chris had broken up with her. She was everyone’s dream girl. Okay, maybe she was just his dream girl, but still. She was beautiful, she was kind, she was smart, she was adorable, she was everything anyone could ever want.

Trevor watched with worry as she pulled away from him to scoot back so her back was flush with the headboard. She curled into herself, his lips turning downward once more. She reached out to hold his hand, giving it a slight tug, and Trevor immediately knew what she wanted. So he moved, sitting next to her while she lay on top of him. In any other situation, she would’ve been embarrassed, but now? All she wanted was comfort, no matter what shape or form it came in. It was the first time in a while that she had felt this content, that her worries slipped her mind.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For staining your hoodie.”

He kissed her head, “It’s okay. I needed a new one anyway.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Cole didn’t text you?”

“He probably did, but I don’t remember.”

“Well, I came to visit my favorite girl.”

She lifted her head in confusion, “Who?”

He only rolled his eyes before kissing her forehead again, “You, you dork.”

“Why would you want to see me?”

“That is the dumbest question I’ve ever heard you ask. Why wouldn’t I want to see you?”

“Because I'm me.” She shrugged, not really having an answer for him.

“Which is exactly why I wanted to.” He furrowed his eyebrows, “You might not believe me, Caufield, but there’s a place in my heart that can only be filled by you.”

“What-”

“I like you, okay? And I know that this might not be the best time, especially because you and Chris just broke up after fighting for days, but I had to tell you.”

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, “That’s exactly why I like you. Because you’re you and nobody else compares.”

“Trev…”

“I know, I know. But I like you because you’re you and nobody else compares. And I-”

He was interrupted when she placed her lips on his. It took a moment for him to register, but once he did, he melted into the kiss, bringing a hand up to rest around her neck, his thumb brushing a piece of hair out of her face. His other hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her onto his lap. Her legs wrapped around his waist before pulling away, resting her forehead on his.

“I like you too.” He smiled and kissed her gently once more.

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wondrstruk · 2 months ago

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✶ DATE NIGHT INSECURITIES ; JACK HUGHES !

➪ summary: jack's date night plans with his girl get changed when he finds out she hasn't been feeling like herself lately

➪ pairing: jack hughes x fem!reader

➪ warnings: insecurities, mentions of paparrazi and hate comments

➪ word count: 2.4k

➪ emma's notes: stop bc i forgot this is one of my favorite jack fics i've written

It wasn’t all the time that Jack got to have two consecutive nights off during the season, especially between home games, so date nights out in New Jersey were a rare thing to come by for him and his girlfriend. In actuality, date nights like tonight were a rare occasion for the couple.

Y/n wasn’t a fan of going out in public, and not in the sense that she didn’t want to be seen with Jack, because of course, she did. But the thought of having to showcase herself to the paparazzi had her stomach churning uncontrollably.

With insecurities, there came good days where she would lounge on the couch in one of Jack’s hoodies eating a whole pizza if her body allowed, bad days where now and then throughout her day she would notice something “off” about her and let it plague her for the rest of the day no matter where she was or what she was doing, and down-in-the-dumps days where she would wake up already self-conscious of how she looked - her hair flying out of her ponytail, dark circles beneath her eyes, her breath smelling like she ate too many cloves of garlic - and as the hours passed, her thoughts multiplied.

Today had been one of those down-in-the-dumps days, which only fueled her anxiety as the clock ticked closer and closer to when the two were supposed to leave. She’d woken up with this sinking feeling in her stomach, slowly crawling out of bed so as not to disturb Jack as he continued to sleep peacefully. She’d spent more time than normal in the shower, in front of the mirror, in the kitchen as she debated what to eat for breakfast.

And once she got home from work, she sat on the floor of their shared closet, eyes darting around to the shirts and dresses that were hanging. She’d been through at least five different outfits, all of them now surrounding her on the ground.

Almost an hour later, she finally settled on a black dress, one that she had worn plenty of times and never failed to make her feel comfortable. She’d only gotten it halfway on before she remembered the zipper in the back of the dress, groaning softly. And so she settled on the only thing she knew to do, “Jack!”

She could hear Jack’s footsteps as he came running down the hallway, catching himself on the door frame to prevent himself from continuing to slide, “What? What’s wrong?”

Y/n turned around, unable to stifle her giggles as her eyes raked over him; his shirt unbuttoned and wrinkled, his hair a mess, and his tie loose, almost as if he just came from a college party. She shook her head, walking over to him to run a hand through his hair and kiss his cheek, “Nothing, I just need your help zipping my dress up.”

It was only then that Jack looked at her up and down, grinning when he saw what she was wearing, “I love this dress on you.”

She flushed at his statement, walking back to the mirror to fix the dress, tugging at it slightly. Jack grinned even more when he noticed the color of her cheeks, “Good to know I can still make you blush this much after a year.”

He made his way to stand behind her, placing his hands on her hips, and leaning his head down so his chin was resting on her shoulder. He looked at her through the mirror, watching as she fixed her necklace and earrings, fiddled with her hair so it lay just how she wanted it to, straightened her dress, and tugged at the fabric against her stomach to stop it from clinging to her skin.

He didn’t think much of it initially and just moved the hair away from the left side to the right and turned to kiss her lightly on the neck. The action caused her to shiver a little, but ultimately left her with a smile.

Jack’s hands worked carefully on zipping her dress up, every so often brushing her back gently and placing a kiss on her cheek or temple. When the zipper reached the top of the fabric, his hands slipped around to her front, arms circling her waist, “Baby.”

She hummed softly, but her eyes were trained on the mirror, letting herself be leveled with her own scrutiny, pointing out everything she thought was wrong; the way her hair fell flat, the way her dress highlighted her figure in all the wrong ways, the way her makeup looked caked on.

When he heard nothing but her quiet sound of acknowledgement, he looked back up, locking on the frown on her face through the mirror. He furrowed his eyebrows, arms tightening their grasp, “What’s wrong?”

She shook her head, plastering a fake smile on her face as she turned to face him, “Nothing, Jacky, I think I’m just gonna put on some tights underneath it and maybe some shorts.”

And usually, he would’ve let it slide, wouldn’t so much as bat an eye to her words because it was cold out, it was the middle of January. But the way she looked, the way her eyes narrowed whenever she’d see something new that she didn’t like, he knew there was something wrong.

He sighed, arms holding her in place, “Don’t.”

“Jacky, we’re gonna be late.”

“Don’t do this.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She shied away from him, attempting to escape his grasp again, but he held her hips, turning her to face the mirror, which only made her shift uncomfortably. Jack rolled his eyes, leaning his chin down to rest on her shoulder, “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“There’s nothing to tell, let's just go before they decide they don’t want to serve us.”

“We are not leaving this apartment, this room, until you tell me what’s going on, even though you know I know what you’re pretty little head is thinking about right now.”

She stopped fighting and looked down, causing Jack to spin her around once more, lifting her chin so her eyes were looking directly into his. “Talk to me.”

“It’s just one of those days, I guess.”

He knew there was more; he always knew. Jack knew about how she didn’t like going out for date nights because she didn’t want to have any unexpected pictures taken of her, how she hated posting on Instagram because she’s always scared that the only comments she’ll get are one’s commenting about how ‘ugly’ she looked, that she hated summer because she could never wear what all the others girls were wearing and feel good about it, and that she hated going to his games wearing his jersey because girls always made comments about him never wanting to be with her.

“I know that’s not all that’s bothering you, sweetheart. And you know that too,”

He backed up to sit on the chest in front of their bed. And just like Jack knew whenever she was lying, she knew that as soon as he sat down on the chest, he’d pat his left thigh, beckoning her over. She knew that if she stood there, not giving in to him, he’d sit and pout like she was personally offending him, giving her those puppy dog eyes.

This time, however, she was determined to stand her ground, “No. I’m putting tights and shorts on, and then we’re leaving.”

Jack rolled his eyes but kept sitting. She stared at him, and he had no problem with staring right back, another one of their daily staring contests starting. He broke eye contact first, causing y/n to let out a little cheer before heading into the closet to change. Rules were rules, when someone won the staring contest, they won the argument, no matter the pettiness level.

He sat patiently on the trunk as he watched her close the door of the closet. He knew this was not a bad day; he knew it was a down-in-the-dumps-and-everything-that-can-go-wrong-manages-to-go-wrong kind of day. He knocked on the door and halted her actions, “Put your sweats on.”

“What?”

“I said, put your sweats on, my hoodie, and get your pretty ass out to the living room in five minutes. Take your makeup off, too, and put your hair up.”

She was confused, but she had no complaints about his words; wearing sweats definitely beats having to wear tights and shorts and a dress. And wearing his hoodie? That beat everything.

She came out five minutes later and sat on the couch, crossing her legs, Jack having already ordered food and put her favorite TV show on. He wrapped one of his arms around her waist and pulled her into his side as close as he could without her being on top of him, not that he would have minded her in his lap in the slightest.

“Talk to me, please.” His voice sounded like he was pleading, and he was. He wanted to make all of her insecurities go away, shower her with kisses, and make her feel loved. And if he accomplished that and was able to cuddle her, he would be more than okay to do this every day instead of going out.

She sighed, and Jack gave her his hand so she could fiddle with her fingers, something she always did when she got anxious, “I wasn’t lying when I said it was one of those days.”

She took a deep breath before continuing, “It’s just- that dress was the dress I could always count on myself knowing I would look good in. I don’t usually have to think about it too hard; I could just put it on and go. When you zipped it up, I could tell it fit a little tighter than it usually did, and it just felt…” She couldn’t exactly describe what she felt, how she felt. If you knew the feeling, you knew the feeling.

Tears pricked at her eyes as she gripped his hand tighter, “I just want to feel pretty, Jack.”

That absolutely, utterly, broke, no shattered, his heart. He hated that his girl had to feel like this, hated that society had made it so not only her but every girl that didn’t look like the stereotypical one had to feel like they weren’t beautiful. All logical reasoning flew out of his head at that point, pulling her into his lap like it was the only place she was meant to be. She didn’t even have the energy to protest and dug her head into his shoulder.

His own tears welled up in his eyes as he listened to her cry, it was one of his least favorite sounds in the whole world, maybe the worst sound he’s ever heard.

Minutes passed before she pulled her head away from his chest, and he reached out, cupping her cheeks, letting the coolness of his hands lessen the heat of her cheeks. She sniffled, reaching her hand up to wipe her nose, as Jack wiped the tears for her.

“I want you to listen to me, y/n. And please, actually listen to me.”

She nodded, still trying to rid the remnants of tears off her face, “You are beautiful, no matter who tells you differently. I will always think you’re beautiful. I know that self-love is the most important kind of love there is, and it breaks my heart every time I see you look at yourself a little longer in the mirror in the mornings or when you pull at the fabric of your shirt while you’re working at the kitchen table. And I am more than willing to help you feel beautiful all day, every day.

“I know that you’re not going to feel pretty all of the time, everyone has those days. Even me, pretty boy Hughes.”

His comment made her laugh a little, and he smiled when he heard it. That was one of his favorite sounds in the world. He smiled a little more when he felt her hand run through his hair, “There’s my girl.”

This comment makes her blush instead, and that causes him to smile even more, “And there is the blush that I still cannot believe I make you do. Somehow, you just got ten times more gorgeous.”

Her cheeks reddened even more, and he chuckled a little at it this time. He moved his hands from her cheeks to her hips, his thumbs resting under her sweatshirt and rubbing soft circles into her skin, “There will always be someone to say something, trust me, and I wish I could take it all away so it wouldn’t hurt you. But, I want you to know that I love you for you, and I could never imagine myself loving anyone else.

“Anyone could have a model as their girlfriend or their wife, but only I can have you. And that’s what makes me love you, y/n. Not the way you look, though I adore how you look, but instead the way you smile when you see me every time, the way you always cuddle me after a rough game, the way you know when something is wrong, the way you treat everyone like they hung the stars, and the way you moan-”

“Jack!”

He laughed, throwing his head back in the process, his hands subtly tightening on her hips, “My point is, before you so rudely interrupted me listing the things I love about you.” She slapped his arm before smiling at him, “You don’t need to live up to anyone else’s expectations of beautiful when you think you are. As long as you think you’re beautiful, that’s all that matters, as long as you do it for you and not for anyone else.”

Tears pricked at her eyes once more, this time out of love and happiness, “I love you.”

He kissed her cheek and then kissed her, making her jump in shock a little before melting into the kiss. His hands moved further up underneath her sweatshirt, and he moved to kiss her neck, causing her to let out a soft moan when he hit her sensitive spot right on the dot. That made him grin as he pulled away. That was his favorite sound in the world.

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✶ LATE NIGHTS ; ARBER XHEKAJ !

➪ summary: arber comes home to find his girl still awake and basks in her comfort after a crappy game

➪ pairing: arber xhekaj x fem!reader

➪ warnings: none, not proofread per usual

➪ word count: 1.3k

➪ emma's notes: forgot how much i loved arber until i was having to edit this fic

It was late at night when Arber stepped through the doorway of his and y/n’s apartment. He was tired, bags highlighting his eyes, letting his bag fall to the floor with a soft thud. He kicked his shoes off and shuffled through the living room and down the hallway, basking in the quiet atmosphere it provided.

He stopped just shy of the bedroom, gaze locking on the light that shone from underneath the door. He rubbed a hand over his face, eyes blinking, mind reeling. She shouldn’t have been up this late, she had work tomorrow, she had to be up early.

He turned the doorknob and walked into their bedroom, studying his girlfriend who sat at her desk, her chin on her knee and her other leg tucked under her, headphones playing what he could only assume was Christmas music as she worked on something. He smiled when he noticed what she was wearing, one of his sweatshirts that he didn’t really wear anymore, most likely because she had stolen it.

Arber’s steps were quiet as he walked towards her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder in order not to startle her. He could see her jump when his hand met her shoulder, hand moving to take off her headphones and head turning to look up at him. Y/n grinned, reaching up and lacing her fingers with his, “Hi.”

“Hi, baby.” He kissed her head, wrapping his arms around her from behind as best as he could while she still sat in the chair.

She moved her hand to rest on his forearm, rubbing her thumb back and forth over his arm hair. She turned her head to kiss his bicep, snuggling into his arms, “Nice fight today.”

Y/n heard his light scoff, frowning as he removed his arms around her. She watched as he walked over to the other side of the room, peeling off his shirt to replace it with a new one. He didn’t say anything, just moved to change into a pair of shorts before standing over her.

She gave him a curious look but followed his silent motion to stand up. He took her seat, spreading his legs slightly as he sat down. Her curiosity settled into annoyance, “So first you interrupt my work, then you don’t reply to me, and now you’re sitting in my seat? That’s a little rude if you-”

Arber’s arm reached out and wrapped around her waist, pulling her down into his lap so she was straddling him. Her squeal got a small chuckle out of him, burying his head into her neck and placing soft kisses against her skin. He didn’t say anything, not in response to her statement and not to explain what he was doing, just sat there kissing her neck.

“Stop it,” she murmured, “I still have work to do.”

“You shouldn’t be up this late, you have work tomorrow.”

“But I have work to do-”

“You can do it tomorrow at work, baby. That’s why it’s called work.”

“I don’t think so, but if you want to believe that, you can. Now are you gonna tell me what’s going on with you, or am I dealing with this whole pouty thing you got going on here?”

He rolled his eyes, placing one last kiss on her neck before pulling away. She took in his features, the dark circles, the roughness of his growing stubble, the slight pink tint of his cheeks. Her eyes moved to where his hands were resting on her hips, they weren’t that bruised or cut up, but she could see the light cracks in them from the dryness.

She had seen the fight earlier, watching the game from the comfort of their living room with a mug of hot chocolate. She loved it when Arber fought, but tonight was different. The game was going horribly; they were down only three courtesy of Cole’s a few minutes prior, they were playing Boston, and she could tell her boyfriend had been on edge all game.

She cupped his face, thumbs brushing underneath his eyes, leaning forward to kiss his forehead. She could see the tension release from his body, easing into the chair more and basking in her touch.

He leaned up and kissed her, bringing one hand to the ends of her hair and tugging softly but enough to elicit a groan from her. He smiled, pulling away and resting his forehead against hers, “I’m okay.”

“Why don’t you go to bed? I’m almost done, I’ll be there in a minute, ‘kay?”

He shook his head in protest, helping her turn around in his lap so her back was flush with his chest. He scooted them closer to the desk, his arms wrapped tight around her waist, hand slipping underneath her shirt and rubbing small circles with his thumb on her stomach. He pressed a light kiss to her shoulder, murmuring as he did so, “Staying here. You can work.”

She nodded, going to pull her headphones back on when his hand stopped her again, “Wanna listen to your music. Please.”

She took her headphones off fully, placing them down on her desk after turning them off. She reached over to her phone, pressing play, smiling at Arber’s laugh when the two heard Last Christmas playing through the speaker.

“Don’t judge me.”

“I’m not, would never.” He kissed her shoulder again, resting his head between her shoulder blades.

⎯⎯⎯ ౨ৎ ⎯⎯⎯

It was thirty minutes later when she finished her work, closing her laptop with a sigh. Arber’s thumb had long stopped his movements against her stomach, his breathing evening out and going slack against her back.

She twisted as best as she could so she could face him, running a hand through his hair, and untangling the small knots she encountered on the way. He stirred slightly, eyes blinking slowly as they adjusted to the darkness of their bedroom.

He removed his head from her back, using his hand to brush the hair out of his face that she hadn’t. He looked from her to her closed laptop and gave her a sleepy smile, “Done?”

“Mhm, time for bed.”

He helped her stand up, hands back on her waist as he stood up as well. His hands snaked up under her sweatshirt, “Arms up.”

She did as she was told, lifting her arms slightly so Arber could remove the heavy sweatshirt she was wearing. He knew how uncomfortable she got when she slept with heavy layers on, always opting to snuggle under multiple blankets rather than wear more clothing.

He threw the sweatshirt to the side, dragging her with him to the bed. He laid down first, opening his arms so she could crawl into them. She did as so, curling into him and sighing when he brought the comforter around her, hugging her close to his chest.

Y/n leaned up a bit, pressing a kiss to his jaw before settling back into the cocoon she found herself in, “I still stand by my statement earlier, it was a good fight.”

She laughed as he grumbled something incoherent, looking up to see a frown on his face. She raised an eyebrow, “I thought you liked it when I complimented your fighting.”

“I do. Just not that fight. Could’ve done better for you.”

“You’re right, I have seen better fights from you, but it was a fight nonetheless. As long as you aren’t severely hurt, I’m happy.”

“Should say that in my next interview when they ask me why I like fighting.”

“I don’t know how happy if people would be happy if you said you did it so when you got home you could fuck your girlfriend.”

He scoffed playfully, “Hey! I do not always do it to have sex with you. Sometimes it just happens.”

“Mhm, keep telling yourself that, pretty boy.”

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౨ৎ SPILLING THE TEA ; HUGHES BROTHERS !

➪ summary: 3 times where y/n needs to tell her brothers about the drama going on at her school no matter where they are or who they're with, or what it'll take to tell them

➪ pairing: quinn hughes x sister!reader, jack hughes x sister!reader, luke hughes x sister!reader

➪ warnings: none (mostly proofread, improvement)

➪ word count: 1.6k

➪ emma's notes: i wasn't going to edit this bc last night i did not have the motivation but then i woke up and edited it so 😛 also this is out earlier than normal bc i won't be home so yes!

1. scheduled tea time (ft. brock boeser) ; reader: 18, quinn: 24 ; november of 2023

He should’ve expected the call; it was a Saturday, and he had no plans for the day after practice. But he was oblivious to his phone ringing in his bag, too focused on changing and gathering the rest of his things to realize it.

Just as he was about to leave, he felt a hand on his shoulder, looking back to see his teammate standing there, “Hey, uh, y/n called me? She said you missed ‘tea time’.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, his hand reaching for his phone before pausing, “Wait, how’d she get your number?”

“It doesn’t matter, just put the phone to your ear, Quintin, or call me.” The voice was mumbled, but he knew it all too well.

Brock held his hands up in surrender as he hung up his phone, leaving his captain to call his sister from his own phone.

And two minutes later, Quinn was launched into a conversation about two kids he barely knew, “Anna and Neil broke up!”

Quinn shook his head. “Who?”

“You know, Neil Castro and Anna Cunningham? They broke up, bro. They were endgame too! This is so rigged.”

“Wait, wait, who? You can’t just give me names, y/n/n.” He started walking out of the locker room, grabbing his keys from his back pocket.

“Anna is one of the girls on the team with me, and Neil is one of the guys on the football team. They were endgame. I swear I told you about them.”

“Oh, is he the one who got you all to do that one cheesy promposal thing last year?”

“Yes! I can’t believe they broke up Quinn. I have no hope for finding a relationship if they didn’t last. Love isn’t real.”

Quinn just chuckled as he got into his car and started driving out of the parking lot, “I’m sure you’ll find someone, y/n/n. Just give it time.”

“You sound like every taken girl who is trying to reassure her single best friend that there’s someone out there for her.” She groaned loudly, “Anyway. Other drama I need to catch you up on.”

“Hit me.”

“So David and Pen got together, he asked her out after her game the other day.”

“Is Pen the one who kind of looks like that chick from Pretty Woman?”

“You mean Julia Roberts? Quinn, we seriously have to educate you. And I found out that this guy likes me. Which, before you say a single word, Quintin, he looks like Jack, and I would not like to date someone who looks like my brother, thank you very much.”

“Okay then…”

“And he’s a total creep, one time Ruby found him staring at us during practice, like just sitting in the bleachers.”

“Yep, I retract my statement that I never said.”

And for the next twenty minutes, Quinn sat in a majority of silence, only making a few comments here and there as his little sister continued to ramble on about people he’s never met.

“Okay, I have homework to do. Bye Quinn!”

“Bye y/n/n.”

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2. who said what (w/ the new jersey devils) ; reader: 16, jack: 20 ; september of 2021

The unexpected ringing of a phone made the rest of the guys who were in the locker room jump. Each one fumbled for their phones, Jack coming up the lucky one. However, he groaned when he saw who was calling him, “Who is it?”

“My sister.” He threw his jacket on before answering the call, “Hey.”

“Jack, oh my god!”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “What’s wrong?”

“‘What’s wrong?’ Nothing. Well, that’s not true, but nothing’s wrong with me personally. I have just have news.”

“Okay…?” He put it on speaker and placed it on the bench before continuing to put his shoes on.

“So basically, I was in class today and this guy came in.”

“Wait, you’re on speaker.”

“Who’s there?”

“Uh, Nico, Kevin, Dougie, Daws, Jesper.”

“Oh, okay! Ask them if they want to hear the drama!”

Jack eyed his teammates, who all shrugged and took a seat near his phone, “Talk away, little Hughes.”

She grinned, “This guy came into class today and he had a homecoming poster.”

“Did someone ask you to homecoming?” “Was he cute?” “What’d the sign say?”

“Okay, okay, hold. Nico, no one asked me to homecoming. Daws, no, he was not cute, unfortunately. And Jack the sign said, ‘Would you be my chick at Hoco’ with food from Chick-Fil-A.”

They all nodded their heads, her answers fulfilling their questions, “Okay, proceed.”

“So Dylan, that’s the guy's name, asked Elizabeth to homecoming, but here’s the catch, he was still quote-unquote dating Layla.”

“He what?”

“I know, right? But that’s not all.”

The 6 exchange looks at each other, all slowly growing more intrigued by the second, “Go on.”

“Dylan’s about to get sleazier. So Elizabeth was the girl his best friend had a crush on, his best friend was Brandon, and Brandon was going to ask her out to homecoming with the same poster on the same day, just later.

”It doesn’t end there. I heard from Shannon, she’s my best friend. Anyway, I heard from Shannon, who heard from Brenda, who heard from her brother Liam, who heard from his girlfriend Chloe, who heard from Addison that Layla was going to break up with Dylan to ask Brandon to hoco. So I guess Layla wasn’t hurt by it but still, that’s fucking shitty.”

The boys all nodded wordlessly, trying to keep up with all the information that was being thrown at them. Jesper finally spoke, “Aren’t you just a sophomore?”

“That is totally besides the point, Jesper. But these are seniors fyi.”

“And how do you have all the senior drama?”

“One, they’re popular. Two, I have connections.”

“Connections, huh?” Nico’s voice filled her room.

“Yes, connections, Nico. I am a very popular girl, contrary to people’s belief.”

“Aww, little shy y/n is all popular with a bunch of friends.” Jack teases.

“Okay, this is not why I called. I’m hanging up now! Bye, boys.”

“Wait, wait, wait!”

“Yes, Douglas?”

“Next time shit happens I want to know, I’ll have Jack send you my number.”

“Aye aye, captain.”

“Uh, excuse me, I’m the captain.”

“Mhm, I’m aware. You’re all Jack talks about, it’s always Nico this and Nico that.” Y/n mocks.

“Goodbye, Y/n!”

“Bye, Jacky!”

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3. personal drama (w/ the umich wolverines) ; reader: 17, luke: 19 ; september of 2022

Luke was lounging on the couch surrounded by most of his team members when he got her call. At first, he was hesitant to answer it because he didn’t have the energy to do much, but the voice in the back of his mind told him to answer anyway.

“What’s up, y/n/n?”

“Luke! Okay, so, big news. Like massive.”

She could hear his groan on the other side, “Don’t give me that. You’re going to want to hear this. Put me on FaceTime!”

He rolled his eyes but did as instructed. He propped his phone against his water bottle. “Say hi to everyone.”

Everyone’s head popped into the frame, and she waved excitedly, “Hi! Oh! You guys are going to want to hear this, too.”

Her words caused all of them to scoot closer to Luke to see her better, watching as she talked animatedly, “So apparently, wait, do you remember Clara and Ruby?”

Luke nodded his head while the others shrugged cluelessly, Luke clueing them in on who people were “Right, so Clara and Ruby have been beefing since like freshman year for no fucking reason.”

“Language.”

“Would you stop with that? I’m eighteen, Lukas.”

“Almost eighteen, y/n. Now, continue before I hang up.

She whined, making the others laugh, but continued, “We were at practice before the game, and suddenly Ruby knocked on my car window with tears streaming down her face.”

Y/n took a sip of her water before going on, “And what happened was that Clara was talking shit about me and Ruby was not having it so-”

“Wait, what’d she say about you?” Rutger chimed in from behind Luke.

The girl only shrugged, “No clue, still trying to find that part out. All I’ve heard is that it was pathetic and douchey, so probably not something vary good.”

This caused all the boys’ eyes to narrow at her, “Are you lying?”

“What, no? That’s preposterous.”

Luke rolled his eyes. “Tell us.”

“She called me a slut.”

This only made Luke bark out a laugh, “That’s impossible. You haven’t even had your first kiss yet.”

Y/n blushed a bright shade of red, murkiness, “That’s besides the point, Luke. And why do you always have to embarrass me in front of your friends?”

She buried her head into her hands, not daring to look at them. The boys chuckled before Adam spoke, “Don’t worry, we still find you adorable.”

She only blushed harder at his words, Luke hitting him in the arm, “Dude, that’s my sister.”

After a few minutes of awkward silence, y/n finally remembered why she called them in the first place, “Right, anyway, back to the entire reason we’re talking in the first place.

“Ruby yelled at Clara, like badly, but then she talked to Caldwell, one of our coaches, and she’s not in trouble, so that’s good. But jeez, I swear yesterday couldn’t have been more chaotic.”

“Well, thanks for the update?”

Even though she knew his voice was sarcastic, she still smiled, “Anytime. Now I have to go tell Jack because I know he’s getting out of practice, and the last time I told him something, Nico and Dougie were there and they wanted to know everything.”

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౨ৎ LOCK SCREENS ; NICO HISCHIER !

➪ summary: y/n and nico haven't seen each other since they broke up, but when her boss basically shoves new jersey devils tickets in her face, she finds herself back in the hallways of prudential, like she hadn't left

➪ pairing: nico hischier x fem!reader

➪ warnings: guess what... not proofread!!! (i wonder how many ways i can say that)

➪ word count: 2.4k

➪ emma's notes: this took me way too long to edit but here it is :)

It had been four months since she set foot in The Rock, or as she now called it, the Prudential Center. The Rock hit too close to her, Nico’s name echoing in her mind every time she thought about it.

The plain red shirt she wore felt unfamiliar, unused to the lack of the Devils logo staring at her and the letters and numbers on the back. But it was better than wearing a name that was no longer associated with her; she had no right to wear it.

She expected being surrounded by 16,000 other people would be unnatural to her, leave an uneasy feeling in her stomach, but it didn’t. It felt comfortable, like time hadn’t passed, like she was falling back into an old familiar rhythm of going to games and cheering. But it was weird to think that this was no longer part of her everyday life, even if it had been 124 days since she’d last been to a game.

She wished she were sitting further away from where the 20 men in red jerseys were, away from where she could be discovered by any of them who knew her face, instead of directly behind them, but her boss had bought these tickets and had forced her and her coworker to attend. It wasn’t his fault; he didn’t know that her nights used to be filled with talks of hockey games, of what she had done that day, of something she saw scrolling through Instagram, didn’t know that the captain of his favorite team had an arm wrapped around her waist a few hours before she left for work.

She would’ve been there with him, but when an emergency meeting was called at one of their other locations across the country, Lucy had been subjected to going with him, which, in all honesty, she supposed was better to be seen with her instead of another man even if they didn’t know Nico was the first thing she thought about when she woke up and the last thing she thought of before she fell asleep.

Lucy arrived a few minutes after y/n did, taking her seat next to her and saying her greetings as they fell into conversation even as the arena quieted for player introductions. Y/n let her eyes wander from each player standing by the bench before landing on Nico’s. She could feel her heart stutter for a brief moment, nerves fluttering in her stomach as she took in his features like the very first time she met him.

Her eyes darted away when she saw his head turn in the slightest bit toward her, sucking in a breath as she stared at the flag, letting the words to the Banner fill her ears. If he had seen her, she didn’t know; she wasn’t sure if she wanted to know anyway.

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It wasn’t until the second intermission that the two girls were noticed. They had just gotten back from the bathroom, sitting down as the players came out onto the ice. The two guys who had been sitting in front of them had left too, their seats still vacant when they arrived, leaving them in direct line of sight of everyone on the ice.

The movement caught Dawson’s eye first, his gaze narrowing as if he was trying to figure out where he had seen her before, and once he did, it widened in recognition. He didn’t know if he should’ve said something or not, but he must’ve been staring at the same spot for too long because he was nudged, “Hey.”

He looked over, letting out a breath of release as he saw Jack, “What?”

“You good? You’ve been staring at the same- Oh.”

“Yeah…”

Y/n looked up from her phone, locking eyes with Dawson and then Jack, taking a deep breath before nodding in acknowledgement. It was brief, barely there, but they noticed it, and didn't make a move to look away before they saw Nico skating up beside them, grabbing a water bottle.

“What are you two looking at?”

“Nothing!”

Their captain raised an eyebrow before turning to see where their gaze was, immediately stiffening as he saw her. She didn’t move, not until Lucy’s elbow made contact with her side, “You know him or something?”

“Know who?” Her eyes met Nico’s for the first time in 16 weeks.

They both felt emotions rush to them: frustration, sadness, disappointment, surprise. And if she hadn’t been shaken out of her slight trance by Lucy, she would’ve missed the words Nico mouthed at her. She wasn’t sure if she should agree to it, to meet him in hallways that used to feel like theirs. But one more look at his pleading eyes had her caving, letting out a small smile as she nodded.

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Y/n made quick work of abandoning Lucy once the game ended, saying her friend had texted her and wanted to meet up after the game. Her coworker left with a suspicious look but ultimately shrugged it off and waved goodbye, leaving the girl to walk around the arena alone.

The workers greeted her with smiles, recognizing her like she hadn’t disappeared. She was grateful for it; she would’ve thought her reappearance raised questions, but they were just as nice as she remembered.

She picked at the skin around her nails relentlessly as she waited for Nico, a habit she had long before she met Nico, but one Nico had grown accustomed to and would solve by letting her draw shapes on his arms. Players passed by in pairs or groups, some stragglers who were alone, but they all said a quiet hello or gave her a wave, to which she would answer with the same fake smile she wore nowadays.

She was deep in thought when he came to a few feet shy of her, easily recognizing his shoes once they came into view. She peered up at him hesitantly, her head raising in the slightest.

“C’mon.”

She followed him without a second thought, the urge to reach out and grab his hand stronger than anything. They stopped down one of the hallways no one used, a spot where no one would think to look, and where no one could overhear them.

“I’m happy you’re here.” He let her lean her back against the wall as he stood in front of her, arms crossed.

She nodded, “Was supposed to come with Ravi, but he got called into a meeting.”

It was his turn to nod, trying to get her to look at him but not daring to reach out and do it himself. The silence between them was loud, neither of them quite knowing what to say. There was so much to say, so much they wanted to say, but none of them could come up with the correct words or at least ones that formed a coherent enough sentence.

Nico caught a glance at her face, the first time he had really seen it in months. He frowned when he noticed how tired she was, the dark circles underneath her eyes, and her skin slightly paler than it usually was. He reached out and rubbed a thumb over her cheek and watched as she shied away from his touch. His frown grew deeper. “You haven’t been sleeping, have you?”

She looked up at him and, too afraid to lie to him, she nodded. He sighed and crossed his arms once more. “So I’m assuming you’ve been working through the night?”

“Yeah,” Y/n mumbled softly, embarrassed by her confession. She hated it when Nico did this; it always made her feel bad. But then he would always wrap her in his arms, tell her he loved her, and that they would get through it together. She longed for that feeling, the confirmation that he still loved her, but she knew she would never get it.

He looked down at his feet. “How many times have I told you to start taking care of yourself?”

“Too many to count.”

“And yet you still don’t listen, schatzi.”

The name broke her, and finally her eyes met his before scanning his face, seeing the small, playful grin he had on his lips. She smiled too, his too contagious not to, “I’ve never been the best listener, have I?”

He let out a low chuckle, stepping closer to her to place a hand on her hip. She didn’t shy away this time, welcoming the familiar warmth of his touch. He looked at what she was wearing, the red plain T-shirt and the black jacket she wore, saddened him, “Why didn’t you wear one of the team shirts?”

“They all had your name on it.” Her voice was quiet as she remembered all the times she wore those clothes. The clothes that labeled her as Nico’s girl, the clothes that she couldn’t get rid of, even if it would save her life.

Nico winced but nodded. He hadn’t thought about it, but now that he did, she was right. He had always gotten her Devils merch, ones with his name on it. And the ones that didn’t, they were from him anyway. But even though she wasn’t wearing the Devils logo, he still couldn’t help the smile on his face, “I missed having you at games.”

“I missed coming to them.” Her smile was watery, but it was a smile that Nico loved anyway, “I’ve missed that smile so much.” Her cheeks flushed red as he continued to talk, “I missed the nights I got to come home to you.”

“Nico…”

“I know. I’m sorry.” The two stood in silence, Nico moving closer and closer every few seconds, his hand still placed on her hip.

“I never changed my lock screen,” she admitted softly, looking down as he stood a mere few inches from her, their feet close to touching.

He raised his head to look at her, a small smile forming. “You didn’t?”

She shook her head, pulling out her phone to show him. When the screen lit up, Nico couldn’t help his smile from widening, shifting the slightest bit towards her. She bit her lip before speaking again, “It hurt too much.It was the night after I surprised you at your game. We hadn’t seen each other in a few months and-”

She paused, taking a deep breath, “I remembered you saying a few nights prior that you couldn’t play the same anymore. That you just felt off.”

He mirrored her breath, the night rushing back to him. She was right, he hadn’t been playing the same way, he could barely even touch the puck. He called her and everything seemed to be at ease. And then two days later, she was standing in front of him with his jersey on and her bright smile that she always had.

“We went home that night and-”

“We baked cookies.” He finished, smiling at her, “The lemon ones.”

“We were so happy that night.” Her voice started to waver as a new wave of emotions surfaced, “You had the biggest smile on your face, and I-”

That was all it took for her to break, and Nico immediately pulled her closer, using one hand to rub small circles with his thumb on her lower back, the other keeping her head against his chest. A few minutes passed, her sobs turning into soft sniffles that eventually turned into silence. She pulled away and looked up at him, wiping her nose with the sleeve of her jacket. And as much as she didn’t want to know, she had to, “Did you ever change yours?”

He blinked, slightly cut off by the question. He pulled out his phone to show her his lock screen. It was a picture of him, Jack, Dawson, and Luke on the ice together, but he couldn’t exactly remember when it had been from. He saw the look on her face and immediately frowned, looking back at his phone. He cursed when he saw it, “No, n,o no, I’m sorry. I usually change it when I know I’m going to be around cameras.”

His fingers made quick work of changing it back to his normal lock screen and showed it to her. It was a picture they took during the offseason before they broke up. Nico had invited her to Switzerland with him. They had taken off, walking on a little path she found, and Nico had stopped because he complained too much about his legs hurting.

She had placed her phone up to look at her hair, making sure it didn’t look frizzy when Nico pulled her into his arms, causing her to hit the button that let the time countdown. His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her impossibly close to him. Her knee bent slightly, and his left hand came to a rest on the back of her thigh. She looked down at him, giggling at his hand placement, and he just smiled up at her, content as he could ever be.

“I love that picture.” Nico said softly, “I loved that day, that trip. I loved- I love you.”

Her head snapped up. “What?”

“I love you, y/n. I never stopped, and I don’t think I ever will. And I know that sounds cheesy and cliche, but I can’t help it, schatzi. We didn’t break up because we didn’t love each other; we broke up because of our schedules. I didn’t stop loving you then or in November or in December, or ever.”

Her eyes watered as she looked at him, “I love you, too.”

He ran a hand through her hair, coming to a rest on the side of her neck, “I promise you that if we do this again, I will put everything aside for you. If there is even a moment that I can be at your work to bring you lunch or breakfast, I’ll be there. If you’re still at the office when I’m done with a game or practice, I’ll come pick you up. I will never leave you alone, schatzi.”

“If?”

He paused before nodding, “Yeah, if. If you want to, if you would have me again, I would be more than grateful, y/n.”

She closed her eyes, leaning closer to rest her forehead on his, “Promise that we’ll make this work?”

“I promise with everything I have.”

A few seconds of silence passed, and then she opened her eyes, “Okay.”

Nico kissed her harshly, pushing her up against the wall, his free hand resting above her. He pulled away and looked down at her shirt, hooking the fabric with two of his fingers, “And when you come to the game tomorrow, you better be wearing my jersey.”

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౨ৎ PROTECTIVE, NOT POSSESIVE ; PAIGE BUECKERS !

➪ summary: another win for the huskies means another night out at a bar celebrating. but when y/n's trip to the bathroom takes a little longer than her girlfriend thinks it should, she's balancing on the edge of protectiveness and possessiveness

➪ pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

➪ warnings: not proofread (who is shocked)

➪ word count: 1.5k

➪ emma's notes: when i made the schedule i did not think that was going to happen today but here we are. anyway, enjoy :)

After dating Paige for a few months, she knows how y/n gets when they go out to celebrate a win. The first time it happened, they’d only been dating for a week or two, and she hadn’t had the opportunity to see her dressed up, but there she was, dressed in a skirt that Paige definitely thought was too short for other people to see and a top that hugged her in all the right places.

In short, y/n had gotten just a little carried away, talking to everyone at the party they had gone to, her natural flirty personality coming out just a little bit as she twirled her hair around her fingers, let out that small smile, and batted her eyes.

And now, Paige had a thing for watching her like a hawk, eyes narrowing whenever someone stepped too close because her girlfriend had the ability to pull someone in with the right look, her hand coming to rest firmly on her hip as she stared them down.

Which was exactly what she was doing tonight, after another win in Storrs, the team and other students packed themselves into the bar, y/n’s jacket discarded due to the heat, leaving the low-cut top she’d thrown on before they met up with the rest of them on display. Her jeans sat snug on her legs, causing everyone’s heads to turn toward her when she passed by,

Paige sat on her left, her arm wrapped loosely around y/n’s waist as she rolled her wrist, watching the liquid inside as she talked to KK and Azzi. The situation was familiar, something the two of them had done a million times, jokes and stories they’d heard before.

But one too many drinks later, y/n could feel herself shifting in her seat as she tried to keep herself from leaving the comfort of Paige’s hold. Though soon she couldn’t hold it anymore, reaching to tug at her t-shirt to gain her attention, sucking in a breath once her gaze met hers.

She leaned closer as she noticed the look on her face, her smile faltering, her voice lowering to a murmur, “You okay, ma?”

Her eyes softened at the worry that flashed across her girlfriend’s face, “Yeah, just need to pee. I’ll be back.”

Paige nodded, watching her carefully as she slipped out of her hold, pushing her way through the crowd of bodies toward the back where the restrooms herself. It didn’t take long for her to focus back on the conversation at hand, easily falling back into the rhythm of the banter.

She was almost too far into it to notice that she had been gone for more than 10 minutes, but when she reached for her hand to play with the rings on her fingers, she remembered where y/n had gone. She scanned the bar for any sign of her but was left with a frown when she couldn’t find her.

Paige excused herself from the table, stuffing her hands in her pockets as she followed the path the girl had taken earlier to the bathroom. And if she hadn’t been staring down every single person in that building like they had done something to hurt y/n, she wouldn’t have found her against the wall, talking in what she can only imagine was the same careless drawl she had when she talked to someone she wasn’t close to, that smile on her face, those eyes batting.

Her eyes zeroed in on them, taking a step toward the two of them, but was cut off by an eager woman who was holding a pen and a napkin in her hand. Paige tried her best to give her a kind smile, keeping the protectiveness pushed down as she talked, “Hi.”

“Hi, I’m so sorry to interrupt but my niece absolutely adores you, and I was just wondering if I could have your autograph so I could give it to her.”

She let her smile turn genuine as she heard her explanation, nodding and taking the items from the woman’s hand, scribbling her signature across the white napkin before passing it back to her. She sighed softly when she finally left her alone, redirecting her eyes to where you were standing, and she swore y/n had upped the wattage of your smile, turning it from the smile she gave to people at parties to an almost genuine one.

She avoided more interruptions as she made her way to where the two of them talked, coming to a stop as soon as her hip brushed y/n’s, Paige’s hands itching to reach out to her.

Neither of them noticed her arrival at first, too busy talking about whatever subject had been brought up when they met. It didn’t take long for Paige to notice the small look of fondness across his face, his eyes boring into hers as she talked.

It’s not like y/n went out of her way to talk to him; she had been heading out of the bathroom, navigating the small, narrow hallway that split between the men’s and women’s doors, when she accidentally bumped him. He had said something first, apologizing for running into her, before he noticed who he was talking to.

She coughed, gaining their attention, both sets of eyes flicking over to her. She watched as y/n’s face lit up at the sight of her, immediately leaning into Paige’s side once she knew who was standing there. Paige slipped her arm around her waist, softening at the expression she had.

“Everything okay, ma?” Her lips turned into the lazy smile she always gave y/n when she wanted to act like everything was okay, squeezing her hip softly.

Y/n smiled, her eyes shining with innocence, “Yeah, I’m good. Sorry, I got distracted.” She rose on her tiptoes, pressing a gentle kiss to Paige’s cheek before returning to her side, curling impossibly closer.

Paige turned her focus back to the guy who still stood in front of the two of them, moving y/n subtly behind her so she wasn’t in his direct line of sight anymore. He gulped nervously as he saw the fire return to her eyes, taking a subconscious step back, “You two are… dating?”

The blonde only nodded, watching his every move almost as if he were a personal threat to her. But he only flashed an awkward grin that looked more like a grimace than anything else and muttered an apology before taking off toward another group of girls near the bar’s entrance.

Paige waited until he was far enough away from the small corner y/n had found herself to turn and look at her, studying her face. Despite the scrutiny she was under, y/n couldn’t help but laugh softly, amused more so than annoyed at her disrupting her conversation, peering up at her with her signature doe eyes, ones that made Paige want to drop to her knees and litter kisses against her exposed skin.

“You’re always talking to people.” She murmured, or grumbled, arms wrapping around her waist securely, looking down at her.

“And you’re always interrupting my conversations.” Y/n teased back effortlessly, sliding her arms to her neck. “Plus, it’s not my fault I look good.”

“You look more than good, ma. And you know it.”

“Hmm, do I?”

Paige rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the smirk that made its way onto her lips, dipping her head to press her nose against her neck, leaving feather-light kisses across her skin, “You’re trouble, you know that?”

“Stop acting like you don’t like it.” Heat rushed to her cheeks, and she knew it had nothing to do with the growing crowd on the dance floor a few feet away from them. The new pink tint to her cheeks only caused Paige to smirk more, even if she couldn’t see it. She didn’t say anything, though, using her other hand on her hip and bringing her closer.

If y/n was aware of any looks on them before, she wasn’t now, every noise and blur of color fading into the background as Paige finally pulled away, face softening.

The two of them stayed like that for at most 30 seconds, but to them, it felt like hours. Y/n closed her eyes as she let Paige’s thumb brush across her cheek, letting whatever lingering feelings that moment brought on go away, a distant memory of the past.

“Always got to be protective of my girl, you know that? Couldn’t let some guy look at you like that.

Y/n grinned, “‘course I know that. Would never doubt your possessive nature.”

She scoffed, “I wasn’t being possessive. Just cautious.”

“Oh is that what we’re calling it now?”

The two started to make their way back to the table, Paige’s hand intertwining with y/n’s, swinging their arms back and forth.

“Next time,” she spoke after a beat, voice teasing. “I’m going to the bathroom with you.”

“Not possessive my ass,” Y/n muttered, but she should’ve known better than to think Paige wouldn’t hear it because soon her hand met her ass, another smirk on her face.

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౨ৎ BACK TO HER ; CONNOR BEDARD !

➪ summary: it's been a long season, from trades to losing a multitude of games, and all connor wants to do is go back to her to enjoy their summer together

➪ pairing: connor bedard x fem!reader

➪ warnings: none (actually lowkey kind of proofread but there's prolly mistakes)

➪ word count: 0.6k

➪ emma's notes: connieeeeee. i forgot how much i love this fic like i was giggling while editing it. anyway. also yes i did change the name but oh well

It’s not that he didn’t like hockey; he loved it, he did. But somewhere between the losses and the late nights, he resented it. It wasn’t the city; he didn’t think it would matter where he was, there would always be something missing.

He could feel himself pushing to focus in April, the last 8 games of the season were bearing down on him, mocking him, like he was so close, yet still so far from what he wanted. Sure, he loved being on the ice, being with his teammates, exploring downtown because there were still some things he had yet to discover at the end of his second year there.

Yet she wasn’t there to experience it with him, to point out things he already knew, but it sounded better when she said it, to tell him good luck (in person) before games, to make him watch TV shows he couldn’t care less about.

But now, the dark settled in, the soft rays of sunlight from the sun setting finally dimming, leaving the house lit by the soft glow of the candle in the corner and the screen of her computer. Y/n was pressed tightly into Connor’s side, head resting on his shoulder, while his head rested against hers, a bowl resting between them of chocolate-covered strawberries they had made a few hours prior.

“I still can’t believe you’ve never seen Star Wars.”

Connor just shrugged, eyes not leaving the screen as he watched Han Solo being lowered into the chamber, waiting to be frozen in carbonite.

This was what life had been like for the past two weeks, binge-watching shows and movie franchises in between picnic dates and bike rides through town. When Connor had mentioned not seeing Star Wars in passing while making lunch, she knew she had to change that. That only logically meant that they started that night, Y/n deadset on finishing the original trilogy before midnight hit.

She curled against him, trying to bury her head into his shoulder further into that stupid red hoodie he always wore around the house, the one that made him look like, in her words, a cuddly little teddy bear who was desperate for a hug.

She reached for another strawberry, fingers moving around in the bowl, only to come up empty, a frown playing at her lips once she realized they were gone.

It took Connor a minute to notice, like it usually did when he was transfixed on something (hockey, a movie, or literally anything else, he was incapable of focusing on more than one thing at once). But once he did, he frowned too, “What’s wrong, baby?”

“We’re out of strawberries.”

“Aww, ‘s okay. We can make more if you want.”

“Yeah, but that’ll take too long.” There was a small whine in her voice, her eyes shining as she looked up at him.

He smiled, kissing her softly, effectively getting rid of her pout, both of them forgetting about the movie for a brief moment.

When they pulled away, both panting softly, he grinned again, thumb tracing over her bottom lip, “You really that impatient?”

“As impatient as you are waiting for the season to start again.”

He rolled his eyes, letting her curl back into his side as he threw an arm around her shoulder, “I might love hockey, but I definitely love this more, I love you more.”

“You’re sweet, Connie.” She pressed a kiss to his jaw, refocusing on the movie as she pulled away.

“I try. Now, explain to me again why we’re watching the fourth through the sixth movie first?”

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౨ৎ SLIP 'N SLIDE HOCKEY ; TREVOR ZEGRAS !

➪ summary: pro tip: if you're going to play slip 'n slide hockey, make sure you don't play it with professional hockey players

➪ pairing: trevor zegras x fem!reader, quinn hughes x sister!reader, jack hughes x sister!reader, luke hughes x sister!reader

➪ warnings: reader injures her shoulder, mentions of drugs (guess what- not proofread.... shocker!)

➪ word count: 0.7k

➪ emma's notes: i was in a summer mood and this is probably the most summer-esque fic i've written so yeah (also it was short and i was lazy)

This wasn’t how this was supposed to happen, her sitting in a hospital room with her arm sporting a sling. Sure, maybe the idea was a little stupid, and playing with professional hockey players also didn’t help. But, what was she supposed to do when she was scrolling on Instagram and saw a video with ‘slip-and-slide hockey’? Not tell her brothers and their friends about it? As if.

It took her all of two seconds to send the video to her brothers, their designated group chat, whenever one of them was up to something their parents would disapprove of, but they were all adults, legally at least.

So there they were, a week later, the four Hughes siblings, Trevor, Cole, and a few other friends Quinn and Luke had over, standing over a tarp full of soap and water, everyone in their bathing suits and shirts.

In hindsight, maybe she should’ve worn pads or just not played at all, knowing how rough her brothers get with not only her but with their friends as well. And of course, it was Jack who did it. He had gone to go around Trevor when he slipped and knocked into his sister, who then fell and weirdly landed on her shoulder. She didn’t scream, growing up with three rowdy brothers gave her more pride than she probably would’ve liked sometimes.

She just lay there, staring at the sky with her right arm across her chest and her left one lying by her side. It took everyone a little bit to realize, and it was only when they saw Quinn kneeling next to her that they did.

Quinn looked down at her, placing a hand on her shoulder, “You okay?”

She nodded, looking a little dazed as her eyes glazed over in pain, “Mhm.”

“Y/n/n, come on, move your arm for me.”

She lifted her left arm and then dropped it. “See, I’m fine.”

He gave her a look, “Your other arm.”

And she was prepared to do it, except when she tried, she couldn’t and teared up more. Quinn sighed before waving Trevor over, “Come on, let’s go to the hospital.”

“I’m fine.”

Trevor’s head came into her sight, his hair flopping and framing his face, “Let’s go, princess.”

She smiled up at him, “Pretty.”

He laughed before helping her stand up, having her lean on him for support. Jack came up and spewed apologies from his mouth as they walked to the car, “It’s okay, Jack. I’m fine.”

He shook his head and sat on one side while Trevor sat on the other, and Luke got into the passenger seat as Quinn drove them to the hospital.

And that’s how they ended up here, y/n sitting on a hospital bed with her arm in a sling due to her fractured shoulder. Trevor sat on the bed next to her while Quinn called their mom, and Luke and Jack sat on the chairs in front of them.

She leaned her head against her boyfriend’s shoulder. “Ugh, how am I supposed to work now?”

“You don’t have to work, y/n/n. You’re boyfriend's rich.”

Y/n sent her younger brother a glare before closing her eyes again, “Do you think they could give me drugs for my head?”

Jack shook his head at her choice of words before standing up, “I’ll go find a doctor. Maybe you got a concussion too, though they didn’t say anything.” He kissed her head before leaving to find a doctor, or a nurse at the very least. Luke followed after him, protesting being stuck in a room with the two of them.

Trevor pushed a piece of her hair out of her face before kissing her temple, “Are you sure you’re feeling okay? Besides the headache now?”

She nodded a little, wrapping her left arm around his right one, “Yeah.”

He gave her a small smile, “You know Luke wasn’t totally wrong. You don’t have to work.”

She went to hit him, but he laughed and held up a hand, “I know, I know. You love your job, I wouldn’t take that away from you, lovely.”

“Good.”

The two sat in silence for a little while, and then she spoke once more, “Cuddles when we get back?”

“Of course, my baby fractured her shoulder. Got to give her all the princess treatment in the world.”

“Dork.”

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౨ৎ WORTH IT ; AZZI FUDD !

➪ summary: when her and her contagious happy energy weasels her way into azzi's life, she hesitates to tell people. but after a bad day, all y/n wants is her, and nothing's going to stop her from getting to her, not even the crowd of teammates at her place

➪ pairing: azzi fudd x fem!reader

➪ warnings: none, not proofread per usual

➪ word count: 1.5k

➪ emma's notes: azzi been plaguing my mind way too much and so i had to edit this and get this out. this will be the start of the thought collection "black-cat!azzi" so if you have any thoughts about that, feel free to pop into the inbox!

She was always told she had this effect on people. The kind of effect that if someone were having the worst of all days, one look at her would make it all the better.

Y/n got used to this, everyone saying that she had this glow about her that just made them want to smile, but she never believed it. Not until Azzi Fudd.

Azzi Fudd was the kind of girl that always looked like something had upset her or someone had pissed her off just moments before she looked at her. Though for y/n, she never thought it was because of that. From the second she met her, she knew there was another layer to Azzi that no one else knew about, hell, maybe even her closest friends and family didn’t even know about it. And she was determined to figure out what it was.

So, when the opportunity arose, she sat next to her on the first day of one of their classes, grinning at her like she just won the lottery. Azzi gave her a skeptical look, eyeing her up and down, appalled at the fact that she was so happy on a Monday at 9 in the morning.

She just introduced herself, her smile never wavering, even when all Azzi did was nod and turn back to her phone, music still playing through her headphones. And for a few weeks, that was all it was. Y/n saying hi and Azzi giving a less than committal response before sitting in silence for the rest of the class.

And almost two weeks of having classes with her every Tuesday and Thursday, before she said something back. Four classes weren’t a lot, but maybe it was her effect, the effect she had to nuzzle her way into Azzi’s heart, warming it every time she even glanced at her.

She wasn’t expecting it in the least, the small ‘hey’ she all but whispered when y/n gave her her beaming smile, but that only caused her to smile wider. And with each passing class, she would say more and more, and that was when her relationship with Azzi Fudd started. The sunshine girl and the black cat girlfriend.

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Six months later, y/n and Azzi had been dating for going on four months, and Azzi still yet to tell anyone. Maybe it was because she was scared of admitting she found a soft spot for someone and she would get teased relentlessly for it, or it was because she was protecting y/n from the teasing she knew she would get once her friends saw her with her.

She didn’t mind, not in the slightest. She was happy to keep their relationship private if that’s what she wanted. All she wanted was her, no matter the format. But now? Now it didn’t matter if the whole world was watching the two of them; she needed her.

This had to have been the longest day she’d ever experienced. From almost running into class late, to the missing reports she had lying on her desk that she needed for her project, to the twisting of her ankle on the walk back to her apartment, down to the coffee she spilled over herself in the middle of the cafe.

To be frank, y/n was over it, her mind was scattered, her body was worn, and all she wanted was to curl up on her girlfriend’s chest and forget about today. So with the rest of her willpower, she bundled up in a pair of sweatpants, one of Azzi’s sweatshirts, tied her hair up in a ponytail with her phone and wallet in her hands, and headed out the door.

The walk to Azzi’s wasn’t long, but the slight chill in the air made it seem like it went on for longer than 10 minutes, coupled with the exhaustion setting heavy in her bones. She tugged her sleeves over her hands as she walked up the stairs to her place; the elevator being broken was just another layer to her shitty day.

Her mind was so focused on Azzi’s comfort that she barely noticed the people surrounding her as she walked through the door, kicking her shoes off and bee-lining it to where she lay spread out on the couch, collapsing on top of her, burying her head in her chest.

Everyone froze; KK’s hand stopped inches from her mouth, holding a piece of pizza, Paige’s eyebrows quirked, water bottle in hand, Ice glanced over from where she was fiddling with the TV remote, Aubrey looked up from her phone, and Sarah’s mouth hung open just slightly before she closed it, her attempt to mask her confusion and amusement futile.

But Azzi paid no mind to them, her arms wrapping around almost like second nature, one hand coming to play with her hair, releasing it from the ponytail, as the other rubs soothing circles across her back, slipping beneath her hoodie. She murmured something low in her ear, a soft, “I got you,” and nothing else, holding y/n tighter against her.

She pressed a soft kiss to her temple, her movements never wavering as she focused all of her attention on her. Y/n’s legs tangled with hers as she tried to push herself closer against her, causing Azzi to let out a tiny laugh that left everyone else exchanging glances.

She felt safe being surrounded by her, almost like her own personal blanket that y/n was dead set on keeping. She gripped Azzi’s hoodie, clutching it in her hands as if letting go would make her disappear. This was the only thing she needed after a long day.

No one knew what to do, watching her, someone they didn’t know, curl up with their teammate, someone they did know who had a reputation for not being good with physical affection or showing any signs of what they were feeling besides being annoyed. It was odd.

“Uh, Azzi-”

“Shh.” Azzi cut KK off with a simple sound, holding her tighter like she was protecting her from her friends’ words.

Despite the circumstances, Azzi’s lips turned into a soft smile, not caring that her friends were seeing her like this, she loved having her in her arms, it was her favorite thing in the world. The feel of y/n against her, providing warmth both physically and emotionally, the way she looked so adorable with her face smushed against her chest, the soft snores she sometimes let out if she stayed in that position for one too many minutes. She was sure there was no better feeling than this.

It didn’t take long for y/n to drift off, not even the slightest bit put off by the five or six other people staring at her as she made herself comfortable. As long as Azzi was with her, she could fall asleep anywhere.

A few minutes after her dozed off, Paige cleared her throat, eyes flickering between her face and her friend’s, “So…”

Azzi looked up, her previous blissful expression falling off, and a hardened one took over. “Yes?”

“Who’s this?” Paige’s face was nothing but amused, her lips turned into a teasing smile, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

“None of your business.”

“Oh, c’mon, Az. She waltzes in here like she owns the place, doesn’t even bat an eye at who’s here before practically jumping on you, and then falls asleep with your arms around her. We’re dumb, not stupid.”

She just rolled her eyes, her gaze softening as she looked back down at y/n, brushing her hair behind your ear, away from her face. She sighed softly before nodding, “Fine. What do you want to know?”

“When did you meet her?” “What’s her name?” “How long has this been going on?” “How’d she get you to-”

She glared at them as y/n shifted, their overlapping voices too loud for her to ignore. They shut up quickly at her stare, watching as y/n’s head turned to lie on the other side before her breathing evened out once again.

“One at a time and be quiet.”

“What’s her name?”

“Her name’s y/n.”

“When did you guys meet?”

“We met six months ago when classes started; she’s in my finance class.”

“When did you-”

“Four months ago.”

“How-”

“She has that effect on people.” Azzi’s voice murmured, peering down at her again, fingers running through her hair to further calm her down as she slept.

No one spoke again, watching their friend’s actions with small smiles on their faces. They were never really sure they would see a soft side to Azzi Fudd, but now that they met her - if she could even call it a meeting -, they were sure that would change.

And one thing Azzi knew was that she didn’t care who knew about the two of them anymore. As long as y/n was okay, she’d scream it from the rooftops. She was worth it.

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౨ৎ WHITE GIRL MUSIC ; QUINN HUGHES !

➪ summary: y/n arrives home to her boyfriend and his brothers doing something unexpected

➪ pairing: quinn hughes x fem!reader, jack hughes x platonic!reader, luke hughes x platonic!reader

➪ warnings: none, not proofread per usual

➪ word count: 0.6k

➪ emma's notes: uhhhh idk why i wanted to edit this, i truly have no notes. but yes, i did listen to my white girl music playlist while editing this.

The day had been long; it was one of those days where tasks seemed to prolong, people asked too many questions, and with breaks shorter than she was. She could feel the weight of the past 9 hours weighing down on her as she walked up the steps and down the hallway to her and Quinn’s apartment, a dull ache forming behind her eyes.

Her bag slipped off her shoulder when she reached the door, eyes narrowing on the muddy footprints on the welcome mat. She wasn’t expecting company, the season had ended leaving Quinn free as she tied up a few loose ends at work, which meant her night would be filled with homemade pizzas, cuddles, and watching a crappy reality tv show, that’s the way it always was.

She stuck her key in the lock, turning it and pushing the door open, pausing when she heard the familiar rhythm of a Selena Gomez song paired with three distinctive male voices. Maybe she was delirious, maybe the music was coming from across the hall or next door.

Y/n shook her head, walking further into the apartment, kicking her shoes off quietly. As she went, the music only got louder, and soon she was met with the sight of her boyfriend and his two brothers, dancing and singing in the living room.

“I, I love you like a love song baby and I keep hitting repeat-peat-peat-peat-peat-peat”

She leaned against the wall, her lips turned up in a smirk, her arms crossed, looking like a mom watching her kids get along for the first time in ages. She watched Jack jump on the couch, holding a spatula that she was sure she hadn’t seen in months, since she moved in.

Luke stood on a bean bag, one that she had bought one day when Quinn was gone, and she had spent too much time on Pinterest, his white socks standing out against the navy blue fabric. Quinn was just off to the side, not as hyper as his younger brothers, but he still sang along, nodding his head to the beat while he scrolled on his phone, a wide smile on his face.

“Hi, boys.”

The three froze, exchanging looks with one another before turning, seeing her standing there, laughing uncontrollably. Their faces flushed a deep red, Jack slowly lowering his arm, hiding the spatula behind his back, acting as if the past 3 minutes that she was in the apartment weren’t long enough for her to notice it.

Luke hesitantly spoke, his voice filled with embarrassment, “Hi y/n.”

Her boyfriend stayed silent, walking over to her, his steps cautious. Never in a million years did Quinn think he’d be singing pop music in his apartment with his two younger brothers, much less getting caught by the girl he loves while doing it.

When he reached her, his hands found their home on her hips, letting her rise to her tiptoes to kiss his cheek, wrapping her arms around his waist. “I come home from an exhausting day at work to find you and your brothers listening to Selena Gomez in my living room?”

They didn’t say anything, just shifted their weight from foot to foot, looking everywhere but at her. She narrowed her eyes as he glanced at the middle brother, frowning, “And Jack Rowden Hughes, if you do not get off my couch in the next five seconds-”

He didn’t let her finish her sentence, jumping off the couch, landing on his feet with a heavy thud that caused her and Quinn to cringe, “Sorry.”

“What are you two even doing here? I thought you didn’t get in until this weekend.”

The two just looked at her and gave her a fake smile. “We missed Quinn?”

“Mhm, okay. Well, I for one am exhausted, and I will be going into the bedroom. But you three are more than okay to continue listening to your white girl playlist and singing your hearts out.”

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౨ৎ MY SHIRT, YOUR SHIRT, OUR SHIRT, WHATEVER ; PAIGE BUECKERS !

➪ summary: paige gets back to connecticut from the national championship, making her way to her girlfriend without a second thought. and when she sees her (trying) to order a shirt, she scolds her, saying she could have hers

➪ pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

➪ warnings: none, not proofread per usual

➪ word count: 0.6k

➪ emma's notes: in honor of the one nonnie asking me to get this reuploaded (i was not going to complain!) thank you guys for the love on this fic - i know it was a favorite of my p fics on the old blog

It was late when Paige knocked on her door, exhausted to the brim, but her lips were still pulled up into that wide smile of hers that made her giggle at just the thought of it.

Y/n had woken up from the sound, stumbling over to open it and immediately matching her grin, pulling her into a hug, “You did it.”

Paige couldn’t help but smile wider at her soft words, dropping her belongings and wrapping her arms around her torso, grip tight as ever. She buried her head in her shoulder, and y/n could feel the fabric of her shirt dampen, her hand coming up to run through her hair to calm her.

“I’m so proud of you, you did amazing, not just tonight. The whole year, the past five years. I couldn’t be any prouder, P.”

She stayed silent for moments after her small speech, relishing the fact that she was in y/n’s arms and she was in hers. This was her safe space; she was her safe space. Winning the championship felt great, but celebrating it with her felt even better.

When she finally pulled away, her hands cupped her cheeks, bringing her into a kiss, grinning at the small gasp she let out. Y/n’s hands slipped to her hips, resting comfortably against them, gripping her sweatshirt.

Paige’s forehead rested against hers, staring at her with the happiest expression she had ever seen on her face, causing y/n to replicate it on hers.

“I’m so happy.”

“I can tell. Congratulations, champion.” She flicked the brim of her hat, and it flew off from the force, exposing her messy hair and glasses. “Don’t you look adorable?”

Paige blushed at her teasing, her head immediately going back into the crook of her neck, hiding the redness. All y/n could do was laugh, dragging her inside and kicking her stuff in with her foot, shutting the door behind her.

She collapsed on the bed, watching as Paige changed into clothes that didn’t smell like sweat and the airport. Y/n pulled out her phone, scrolling through Fanatics to buy herself a shirt, she hadn’t been able to do it beforehand, too busy texting her congratulations to the team and talking with Paige.

Paige crawled into her bed behind her, her arms finding their place around her middle, pulling her flush against her and resting her forehead on her shoulder, “What’re you doing?”

“Just some shopping.” Her hand came up to scratch at her scalp, Paige sighing contentedly at her actions.

She lifted her head just enough to get a peek at her phone, eyes narrowing at all the apparel that had ‘National Champions Huskies’ written across them. She rolled her eyes, arms tightening around her, “If you wanted a shirt, you could’ve just asked to wear mine.”

She turned around so she was facing her, poking her cheek softly, “That’s your shirt, P. I wanted my own.”

“Yeah, but you know how much I like it when you wear my shirts.” It was y/n’s turn to blush, her cheeks heating up as she stared at her. “As soon as I wash it, you’re wearing it, yeah?”

“Fine. But I’m still gonna get my own.”

She tutted softly, reaching for her phone and pulling it out of her grasp, “No. My shirt is your shirt, it’s our shirt.”

She let out a tiny scoff but was unable to keep the smile off her face, “Whatever.”

“C’mon, sleep time. I’m sleepy.”

Y/n softened, nodding her head and allowing her to pull her closer, her head resting against her chest, and Paige’s head resting against hers. She fell asleep quickly, the lingering sleepiness from before taking over her.

And just before she fell asleep, Paige ordered her a shirt of her own, one that matched hers, because who was she not to get her what she wanted?

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౨ৎ SO HIGH SCHOOL ; LUKE HUGHES !

➪ summary: going into sophomore year she had no expectations, but when luke hughes sits in front of her during trig, suddenly her sophomore year turns into a mission

➪ pairing: luke hughes x fem!reader

➪ warnings: none ( i think ? ), not proofread per usual

➪ word count: 7.5k

➪ emma's notes: NOT BASED ON SO HIGH SCHOOL. i just listened to it a lot while writing it so that's what i named with. but it is a little based on what happened to me my sophomore year. i hope you guys enjoy this fic because honestly it took me way too long to write and yeah. for the sake of this fic, they're close to detroit - pls go with it for the plot thanks. UHHHH apologies if some of the scenes are short, they were important to the plot but i just didn't know what else to write. OKAY ENJOY :)

She had no expectations for high school, let alone for her sophomore year. She never thought about meeting Prince Charming and having a cheesy homecoming proposal, never thought about late nights out with a guy that made her giggle at just the mere thought of him, never thought she’d have a press conference about a guy she liked with her favorite teachers.

And she was right, for the most part. She’d be lying if she didn’t say she stayed in bed, minutes from sleep, eyes fluttering close before opening seconds later, thinking about the guy she had seen in the hallway for a brief second. But she didn’t expect any of those things to happen, and none of those things did happen. Well, except for the press conference.

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She met Ms. Wilsher and Ms. McCroix bright and early on her first day of sophomore year. It was first period, all of her friends were in AP Human Geography or AP United States History, but not her. It was a new class, not many people were in it, and she felt like an outsider as a bunch of the students high-fived the two teachers like they’d known each other for years.

“I’m Ms. Wilsher, and I’m assuming you’re y/n, right?”

She flushed, wiping her hand against her skirt before holding it out, nodding, “Yeah, hi. It’s nice to meet you.”

“And I’m Ms. McCroix, but you can just call me Croix. We’re not too formal around here.”

“Around here?” She questioned, head tilting in curiosity as she set her things down.

“Uh yeah, a lot of the kids kind of hang out with us, our classes intertwine sometimes, so most of the time it’s the same kids. Us and Mr. Carlson across the hall. Don’t worry, you’ll fit right in.”

And she did. Sure, it took a few days, but she slowly allowed herself to feel comfortable, share things with the two teachers that she’d come to trust and rely on more than she could imagine. Soon, this classroom would become her safe space.

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Trig was next, a subject she felt comfortable in, a class she could just be and do her work where no one would bother her, and she didn’t have to second-guess everything she did. And while she thought it was going to be peaceful, she was proven wrong.

She took her seat in the back of the class, somewhere near the middle of the row, so she could still see the board easily, her go-to spot in any class. One by one, people she knew from middle school trickled in, some more people she didn’t, and one by one, they took their seats.

She shifted anxiously as guys who were deemed popular two years ago when they were in the height of their middle school years, guys who talked to her during a group project but now couldn’t tell you what her name was, sat next to her. She took a deep breath; she could get through 10 months with them, maybe, hopefully.

He was the last one to walk in, and at first, she didn’t know who he was. She hadn’t seen him around, she didn’t know his name like she knew the rest of the people around her, didn’t know what he could make her feel with just a small, awkward smile, not yet anyway.

She didn’t talk, didn’t introduce herself, she just gazed at him, shrinking in her seat, acting like her friend just texted her life-changing information as he sat in front of her, dapping his friends up like they didn’t just see each other a few weeks ago at the beach.

And it was like that for a few weeks, staying quiet because she didn’t know anyone in the class, making a connection with her teacher, Mrs. Cooper, laughing softly at the random things the boys around her said. Nothing happened, sophomore year was starting out as expected, and if she was lucky, it would stay that way.

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Her friends were assholes, it was confirmed. Somehow, someway, she started liking Luke Hughes. She didn’t mean to, didn’t plan to, but her friends were insistent, and professional gaslighters.

The moment they found out that Luke Hughes was sitting in front of her in trig, they knew they had to get her to like him.

“You guys would be so cute together.” Chloe started, opening her lunchbox.

“Yeah, you know who else would be cute together? Me and a cow.”

“Luke kind of looks like a cow, a cute one. Like one of those highland cows that stick their tongues out.” Her friend, Stephanie, offered, shrugging as she took a bite of her sandwich.

Y/n stared at her, a blank expression on her face, before throwing her napkin at her, “Shut up.”

“Seriously, y/n/n. You guys would be cute, he’s nice and funny, and he likes hockey, which you do too. You should at least try. I know the last guy you liked didn’t end up well-”

“I asked him a question and he didn’t respond, he left me on heard. Only my mom does that.”

“Was she on her phone?”

“Yeah, what is with that? They can’t be mad at us for not being able to multitask, and then once they’re on their phone, they forget their ability to hear-”

“Hey! Focus, guys.”

Stephanie and y/n shut up, eyes snapping to Chloe, who gave them a look, “We’re sophomores-”

“Exactly, I have time to experience the high school romance life.”

“But how often are you going to have a class with Luke Hughes of all people?”

“Seriously, guys. I’m fine where I am, I don’t need to like anyone, I’m barely 16, stop acting like I’m 32, and if I don’t find someone now, I’m going to end up lonely forever.”

“Just trust me, you and Luke would break the school. You guys are adorable.”

“I haven’t even said a word to him.”

“You will, with our help. Now c’mon, let’s do this chem homework.”

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It took y/n until the week after homecoming to say something to him. It didn’t even happen on purpose; they were talking about hockey, and her mind was moving a million miles per hour as she tried to keep up in their conversation. And one off-handed comment later, she found herself snorting in amusement as she kept her eyes trained on her paper in front of her, filling out the unit circle in front of her.

“What?”

She looked up, face dropping and cheeks flushing with embarrassment, “I- oh, nothing, sorry.”

Charlie, the one sitting directly next to her, raised an eyebrow. “Well, obviously something we said got you to laugh, so I want to know what it was.”

She wasn’t good at this, talking to people she barely knew. She was an introvert, the kind of girl who went through high school quietly, the kind of girl no one noticed until they were paired up with her for a group project.

“Seriously, it’s nothing. I was just thinking about something-”

“It’s okay, really. Just say it.” She could feel herself relax at the tone of his voice. He’d always been loud with his friends, stealing their phones and laughing like he had heard the funniest joke in the world. She didn’t know why it changed when he talked to her.

“I just- you guys were talking about the Calder, right? I don’t think Dahlin is going to get it, if I’m honest.”

Some of the boys looked at her like she had grown two heads, not expecting her to know what they were talking about, some of them looked at her like she had no idea what she was saying, but Luke? Luke gave her a curious look, a small spark in his eyes as he stared at her, a smile tugging at his lips.

“And who do you think will be?”

“Petterson. Plays for-”

“Vancouver, yeah. My brother just got drafted there.”

Her eyes narrowed before recognition lit them, “Right. Quinn. I watched the draft, congrats.”

“Thanks… Um, you are?”

“Y/n.”

“Luke.”

“Uh, yeah, I know.”

He grinned, holding his hand out to which she took carefully, their hands lingering for a moment before they pulled away.

Luke turned around, his friends laughing at the slight blush on his cheeks that she didn’t dare to believe was real. She made eye contact with Mrs. Cooper, a knowing smile on her lips that caused y/n to roll her eyes.

It was nothing, just a fleeting moment that happened because she couldn’t keep her thoughts to herself, and that’s all it would be.

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November came quicker than she anticipated. She hadn’t talked to Luke since that day, and if she did, it was brisk, one-word answers that left both of them wanting more.

She’d been studying until 2 in the morning when it happened; she could feel herself grow exhausted quicker than usual, her nose started to run, and her cheeks flushed even if it was only 60 degrees in her room and the fan was on.

It got worse in the morning when she woke up, the pounding headache, the twist in her stomach, every symptom of sickness hitting her like a freight train. She tried to get up, tried to take a shower and get ready for the day, but as soon as she lifted herself off the bed, she fell right back down.

And that was the start of a long week of no school. She completed her homework in bed, binge-watched whatever new show was out, listened to music until she got bored, texted her friends who caught her up on all the random drama she missed, and before she knew it was back at school, sitting through first period with Ms. Wilsher and Ms. McCroix.

“Yeah, I don’t know, it was long, tiring. Probably just a bad flu or something.” She explained off-handedly, focusing on her work they had given out.

“You know, if you’re not ready to be back, you can go home.”

Y/n looked up at Ms. Reed, her social worker, who had stopped in to ask her how she was doing. She shook her head, “I’m going to get anxious if I miss anymore, it was already a struggle to get through today.”

“Well, you know where to find me if you need to talk. Now… how about that boy?”

“What boy?” Ms. McCroix walked over, a smile growing on her face.

Y/n flushed, “No one! There is no boy.”

“Really? Because I went to sub for Cooper the other day, and I overheard a certain someone asking about where you were.”

“As if.”

The three of them gave her a look, one that made her shrink in her seat because she knew she was going to have to talk about it, whether that was now or never.

“Fine, maybe there is, but it’s nothing. They were talking about hockey and I stated my opinion, nothing more, nothing less.”

“Uh huh. Do you like him?”

“No!”

“Do you think he’s cute?”

“Maybe…”

“Do you-”

The bell rang, effectively cutting off Wilsher from asking another question, y/n grinning at the interruption, “See you later.”

“Have fun in trig!” They sang, watching her rush out of the classroom.

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She took a deep breath as she entered her trig classroom. There was no one there yet, no one besides her teacher.

“Hi, Mrs. Cooper.”

“Y/n, welcome back. You feeling okay?”

“Yeah, better than last week, felt like I was constantly getting hit by a bus.” She explained, taking the small stack of papers Mrs. Cooper had given to her.

“Don’t worry about getting caught up right away, alright? You can take the test you missed whenever, just make sure to do it before next Friday.”

“Yeah, thank you.”

She took her seat without a second thought, riffling through the papers as more and more people filed in. The boys sat down first, none of them batting an eye at her as they talked about their game the other night, all of them going on their phones to play a game.

Luke came in with a few seconds to spare, halfway to his desk when the bell rang, and plopped his backpack down as the announcements started.

His eyes fell on the girl in the seat behind him, eyes lightning up once he saw her figure, “Y/n.”

She jumped, slightly startled, looking up at him, “Hi?”

“You’re back!” He exclaimed, sitting down and turning to face her, coughing to lower his voice, “I uh- I mean you’re back. You sick or something?”

“Uh, yeah, the flu.”

“He was really worried about you, you know?” Charlie piped in, leaning over the side of his desk to ruffle Luke’s curls. “Kept asking us if we thought you were okay.”

“I did not, shut up.” Luke huffed, batting Charlie’s hand away and fixing his hair.

“Yeah, I’m gonna have to agree with Luke on this one.” Her voice was soft, tentative, a stark difference from the usually snarky tone she had when she talked to them.

“Why’s that, y/l/n?”

Her eyes narrowed at the use of her last name, casting a sideways glance towards the red-headed boy before letting it settle on Luke again, “Him? Worried? Yeah, sure.”

Luke felt her words low in his stomach, like she was implying that he was incapable of worrying about her. And, to some extent, he couldn’t blame her. The two hadn’t talked before the first day of school this year, hadn’t even made eye contact in the hallway before sitting next to each other.

But somehow, that didn’t matter to him. Something about her captivated him: the way she talked about hockey, the way she smiled at her phone when she was texting her friends, the way she completed her work with speed and precision, the way she offered help to the girl who sat next to her when she asked.

So yeah, he did care that she was out of school for a week without prior knowledge - not like it was his place to know in the first place.

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It was later in the day when she saw him again, waiting for her friend in the stairwell as she came down from her eighth-period class. She hadn’t even noticed, not until Stephanie approached her, wrapping her in a hug because she hadn’t seen her in a week.

“Hi.”

Luke’s head snapped up at the sound of her voice, picking it out from the hundreds of other voices, eyes immediately finding hers, stopping in the middle of the staircase. He stumbled as people bumped into him, almost tumbling into the two girls but missing them by a few inches, “Dude, you good?”

Y/n and Stephanie had already started to make their way down the stairs by the team. Luke answered his friend’s question, both of them talking animatedly about their after-school plans, “I uh- yeah. I’m fine.”

“You sure, bro? You look like you just saw a ghost.”

“It’s nothing.”

And if Luke wasn’t about to combust at that moment, the distant sound of y/n squeaking his name out was enough to do it.

“Luke! No way.”

“He totally does, y/n/n. He could’ve been listening to any other conversation up there, but as soon as he heard your ‘hi’, he stopped in his tracks.”

“It’s just a coincidence.”

“Puh-lease. He’s into you, like head over heels into you.”

“We’ve talked like twice,” Y/n replied, pushing open the doors into the November air that was growing colder by the second.

“Doesn’t matter, his heart eyes are so obvious, it’s actually sickening.”

“Why don’t you date him then if you’re so intune with his eyes?” She teased, heading towards her mom’s car.

“Shut up, I'm not. I’m just making sure he’s good for you, duh.” Stephanie started walking the other direction to find her sister.

“Whatever, later loser.”

“Bye, dweep!”

Y/n climbed into her mom’s car, throwing her backpack in the back seat as she buckled her seatbelt, “Hi.”

“What was that about? Was that about that boy?”

“Mom.”

“What? Isn’t that him?” She pointed to the entrance of the school, where a group of boys were piling out as they hit each other.

“Mom! Put your finger down.”

“He’s cute.”

“That’s what everyone keeps telling me.” She dragged her hands down her face, slumping in her seat to avoid any stares.

“He’s looking at you!”

“He is not, would everyone stop with that?”

But curiosity got the better of her, and she sat up slightly, peering through her fingers to see Luke, their gazes meeting for the third time that day.

“Drive, please.”

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The following week, everything seemed to slow. Luke talked to her more, his fleeting glances behind him, turning in his seat to “face his friend” when in reality all he wanted to do was talk to the girl who seemed to know hockey like the back of her hand.

Maybe he was growing feelings for her, maybe he liked it whenever she would try to hide her laugh whenever he or one of his friends said something ridiculously stupid, so what if he did? It’s not like anything was going to happen; she barely paid attention to him, acted as if he were just another one of the annoying guys who didn’t care about his academics.

But he was determined to change that.

He walked into second period with a plan formulating in his head, nodding to his friends as he took his seat, already taking his pencil case out. He glanced behind him a few times, failing at covering it up, unable to keep the smile off his face as he saw her focused on their homework that was due by the end of class.

“Y/n.”

He watched as her head popped up, eyebrows furrowing as she stared at him, “Luke.”

“What’d you get for number 10?”

“Uhhhh, 43.”

He nodded, turning back to his work, waving his friends off when they made snide comments in his direction. He scribbled down work that he wasn’t sure was correct, but made sense in his head, which at least counted for something.

His pencil tapped restlessly as Mrs. Cooper started teaching, something about the law of sines, spacing out with every word said.

It wasn’t until halfway through class that he started focusing again, noticing the stack of two papers that were placed in front of him, sheepishly turning around to hand one to the girl behind him, who was already giving him a tired expression, “Sorry.”

Y/n didn’t say anything, just nodded and grabbed the paper, knocking her pencil off in the process. She sighed inwardly, eyes darting to the writing utensil on the ground, trying not to direct Luke’s attention to it.

Her cheeks flushed as her foot reached for it, accidentally hitting his foot just as she was about to kick it closer. She buried her head in her hands, avoiding his gaze, unbeknownst to the wide grin on his face. She felt a tap on her desk, peeking through her hands to see him holding out her pencil, “Here, gorgeous.”

His voice was soft, low enough that only she could hear his exact words. She was sure she couldn’t get any redder.

She took the pencil from him, their hands brushing as she did so. It was innocent, nothing more than a guy being nice to her, but still, she had butterflies erupt in her stomach, a shy smile on her face as she thanked him, watching as he turned back to the board.

It was only a few minutes later when Luke spoke again. Mrs. Cooper had walked out of the room to talk with another student, leaving the class to their own devices, in some cases literally. He turned just slightly, facing Charlie and Brandon and a few other guys that he was teammates with, “So game tonight, yeah?”

“Yeah, bro. Let’s hope we don’t get our asses whooped like last time.”

Luke shot him a look, as if he was trying to hide how badly they had been crushed in the previous game from y/n. She didn’t even bat an eye at the conversation, her face back to its normal color, pulling out her phone to check something or to do anything but her work.

He sighed, “Y/n.”

“What?’ This time, she didn’t even look at him, keeping her stare on her phone. She wasn’t sure where Luke’s sudden insistence to talk to her came from, and she wasn’t sure how she should feel about it. Giddy? Put off? Annoyed?

“You should come to the game tonight.” His voice was smooth, cool, and collected, like whatever her answer was going to be, he’d be indifferent about it, but the way his eyes moved around her face, searching for any hint as to what she was about to say, betrayed his attempt to hide his nerves.

“Yeah sure.” She snickered, finally tearing her gaze from her phone. “Let me get right on that, Hughesy.”

He frowned, his hand stilling from where he was spinning his phone around, “Why not?”

Charlie shot him a look, but once he caught whiff of his friend’s intention, he played along, “No, really, y/n. You should come. It’ll be fun.”

“Okay, 1. Since when do you talk to me, Charles?” Charlie blinked, caught off guard by her sudden tone change, “And 2. Need I ask again, why do you want me to come to this hockey game of yours? I have a million other things to do tonight.”

Luke shrugged again, “Just think about it.”

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She ended up skipping third period, who needed to go to chemistry anyway?

She wasn’t sure what she should do, go to the game or not? Think something of Luke being worried about her and her absence, or don’t? Keep thinking about the way Luke called her gorgeous, like he was sure of it, or block it out of her mind forever?

Wilsher and McCroix were hanging around in their classroom when she entered, the room void of students, and Ms. Reed sat in the back. She spent more time in here than in her office, which only concerned y/n the tiniest amount.

“I need your guys’ help.”

The first thing the two teachers noticed was the soft blush to her cheeks, the way she seemed out of breath even though her trig classroom was a few doors down. The first thing Ms. Reed noticed was the smile that tugged on her lips, acting like she wasn’t in a full-on mental crisis.

“What happened?”

“Luke. Happened.” She breathed, sitting in one of the chairs, the other three gathering around the front of the table.

“Spill.”

She stared at them for a second, trying to gather her thoughts, “Why does it feel like I’m at a press conference right now and I just had a great game?”

“Y/n.”

“Right, right, sorry.” Her cheeks heated, overcome with embarrassment, she reached for her water bottle to have something to fidget with. “We brushed hands.”

“Stop, you did not.”

“That’s lame, this isn’t middle school or a high school romance something, give us something good.” Wilsher interrupted, looking at her expectantly.

“He wants me to go to his game tonight? And he might’ve, sort’ve, maybe called me gorgeous.”

She shrank in her seat as the three adults gasped and squealed, “Can we not make this a big deal?”

“Oh no, we are absolutely making this a big deal, what do you mean?”

“You have to go to the game, right? Please tell me you’re going.”

“I don’t know, it’s a Thursday, I got homework-”

“We all know that’s bull. You have no homework, I didn’t give you homework, you always finish your trig homework, you have a test in two of your other classes, and in the other classes, you never get homework.” Wilsher gave her a blank stare, almost daring her to say no to the invitation.

“Guys-”

“You’re going.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Can we move on from the game? Let’s talk about how he called her gorgeous.” Reed sighed, conveying how much his words meant more than the game.

Y/n flushed again, her cheeks in a permanent state of red.

“She’s blushing.”

“You like him.” McCroix teased, patting her shoulder.

“So what, maybe I do!”

“Knew it.” “Called it.”

Y/n just rolled her eyes, picking her bag up, “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“Go to the game!”

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She ended up going to the game. Chloe and Stephanie went with her, well, more like they dragged her out of the house into the back of Stephanie’s sister’s car.

What was even the point of going to this game? She’d make sure they would sit far enough back, out of sight from Luke and the rest of his team, so no one would know she was there. She’d follow the puck lazily, not really caring who scored or who won, but deep down, she knew she’d want to see Luke hit it into the net, celebrating with his teammates. She’d spend time outs and intermissions on her phone, acting like it was a chore even to be there at all.

Chloe and Stephanie looped their arms through hers, the three of them making their way into the arena. She shivered slightly at the temperature change, pulling her sleeves down to cover her hands as they walked to their seats, y/n narrowing her eyes when she saw where they were leading her.

“We’re not sitting behind the bench.”

“Y/n-”

“No, I’m not. Be lucky I agreed to come anyway.”

“She’s got a point.”

Chloe just huffed, allowing the two to redirect their path, heading towards seats that were higher up and out of the line of sight of anyone sitting on the bench.

As much as she tried not to, the whole game her eyes were focused on him; wherever he went on the ice, wherever he sat on the bench, wherever he came out after intermission, that’s where her eyes would be. She didn’t admit it, not even to herself, but her friends knew, smirking every time she would lean forward when he got close to scoring.

“You know, you make it too obvious,” Stephanie murmured, wrapping her arm around y/n’s shoulder, walking out of the arena a little after the game ended.

“Make what too obvious?”

“You like him. Please stop trying to convince us, and yourself, that you don’t.”

Y/n only sighed, fidgeting with her fingers, “A little.”

“A little?” Chloe scoffed.

“This is a conversation I need to have when I have some food in me. Can we please stop to get food?” She begged, slightly pouting.

“Fine. But you’re not getting out of this conversation this time.”

They waited a while before Stephanie's sister arrived, and right when they were about to climb into the car, she heard a voice behind her, one that she only heard within the walls of her Trig classroom, “Is that y/l/n?”

Her eyes widened, Stephanie and Chloe grinned and turned to face the voice, but not before they were pulled into the car, y/n already pressuring Sam to drive.

“You guys are never going to let me live this down, are you?”

“Nope.” “Not one bit.”

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She woke up groggy that morning, moving through her morning routine with the speed of a sloth, slinging her backpack over her shoulder, bleary-eyed, walking through the hallways. It was moments like these where she was thankful to have such a chill first period, a place where she could relax, and her teachers wouldn’t yell at her if she fell asleep 5 minutes in.

Wilsher looked at her with an amused look, handing her a water bottle from the small fridge she had in the corner of the room, “Have fun last night?”

“I’m never letting you talk me into going to a game on a school night. That was brutal.” She plopped down in her seat, the condensation from the water bottle already seeping into the wood of her desk.

“Did you see him?” McCroix walked in next, that stupid grin she got whenever something interesting was about to happen in one of her students' lives.

“Yes.”

“Did you talk to him?” She looked up as Ms. Reed passed through the door like she’d been waiting for her moment to enter.

“No. Who do you guys think I am? It took me weeks to even tell you guys my favorite food is pizza.”

“Besides the point. You’re never going to date him if you just stare at him longingly.”

“I do not stare at him longingly!”

“I walked in there one time to hand Cooper some papers, and you were drilling holes in the back of his head with your eyes.”

“I was spacing out,” she defended weakly, chin resting in her hand.

“Mhm, whatever you want to tell yourself. Now… we talked to Cooper, and we came up with an idea so Luke can find out you were there.”

“You guys are way too invested in this.”

The three of them stared at her, blankly, blinking slowly before laughing, “Of course we are.”

“Get a life.” She grumbled but couldn’t hide the smile that was growing on her face.

They continued to talk for the rest of the period, about the plan and about whatever homework they had last night, barely noticing the time passing after the bell rang.

“Shit-”

“Shoot!”

“Right, shoot. I gotta go, bell’s about to ring in a minute and I am not going to be late.”

“To see Luke!” They all teased, before looking back at their computers when y/n gave them a look.

She gathered her things, heading out the door and down the hallway towards Mrs. Cooper’s room, stepping inside seconds before the bell sounded. She maneuvered her way through the desks, walking down the aisle to her own, passing by Luke before sitting.

“Oh- I was worried about you.” She furrowed her eyebrows at his statement, cocking her head more or less to herself as she pulled out her notebook.

“Why…?”

“I don’t know, you were going to be late. You’re always like the first person here.”

Charlie leaned over, tugging at her sleeve, “Yeah, he was really worried. You know, so worried that I think he likes you.”

Y/n paused midway through grabbing a pencil from her bag, peering up through her lashes to see Luke’s already red face, turning to face his phone in front of him. A light pink dusted her cheeks too, continuing her actions like the thought of her crush liking her wasn’t admitted out loud by his closest friend.

“Do you ever shut up?” Brandon called, eyes looking between the three of them, but no less amused than his two friends.

Charlie shrugged, already moving onto a new task, no doubt texting someone as his thumbs moved across the keyboard on his phone.

It was silent for a few seconds, everyone around them doing their work and chatting with their friends, but the back left corner of the classroom, sprinkling into the center, was quiet, unusually quiet. Y/n fiddled with her pencil, eventually reaching for her own phone to type a message, the three-person group chat with her, Chloe, and Stephanie, somewhat messy, filled with typos and grammatical errors the other two weren’t used to seeing.

“We ned ti alk assap at lunch!”

She could feel her phone vibrating in her pocket, but she paid no mind to it, eyes completely focused on the task at hand - do not do anything embarrassing.

“Y/n, come here.”

She got up, walking carefully through the backpack-littered aisle, trying not to stumble as she stepped over them. Luke watched her from behind, worry in his eyes like he was about to watch her get in trouble or be talked down to because of a test score, but all he could hear was her bright laugh, one that made his stomach flutter like a schoolgirl's giggle.

As she was walking back to her seat, she heard Mrs. Cooper’s voice, not loud but not trying to be quiet either, “How was the game last night?”

She only froze for a beat before continuing, calling out over her shoulder, “It was good. They won 5-2.”

She could hear three phones clatter as the numbers fell from her lips, looking back at the group of boys. Luke, Charlie, and Brandon stared at her, the few other guys in their friend group exchanging looks with each other, slowing their hands as they worked.

“See any cute boys?”

“Are we really talking about this in front of people?” Y/n flushed, more so than when Charlie’s stupid “You know, so worried I think he likes you” repeated through her head.

Mrs. Cooper just smirked as she went back to grading.

She only got halfway through a problem when she heard a cough, looking up to see Luke staring at her. “Hi?”

“So, you went to the game last night?”

She nodded, acting as if it was a casual thing to go to a random hockey game in the middle of the week, “Yep. My friends and I were bored, had nothing else to do.”

“Oh. So, did you see any cute guys?”

Y/n raised her eyebrow, “Maybe. What’s it to you, Hughes?”

He held his hands up in surrender, but jealousy swam in his eyes, “Nothing, nothing. Go back to your trig. I’ll stop bothering you.”

She smiled once he faced away from her, knowing that the stupid plan of her friends and teachers did work.

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She did not want to be wearing this, okay, maybe that’s a stretch. When the idea of dressing cute today was brought up on the table, she was reluctant; she’d rather throw on a pair of sweats and her favorite hockey hoodie and go to school like she didn’t care what people thought about her. But then she put it on, and she felt cute.

Her jeans sat comfortably on her legs, the gray crewneck with “Canucks” written in blue lettering across her chest sat atop a white undershirt that peaked out along the color, and her hair tied up in a half-up half-down hairstyle with a blue ribbon Chloe had given her however long ago.

She knew this was a stupid, even useless, plan, but she went along with it. She couldn’t really be mad at how it turned out; she’d always favored being comfortable over cute when she went to school, maybe this was a nice change.

She walked the hallways of the school, her black Converse hitting the ground with each step as she made her way to Wilsher’s classroom, where they were already sitting, Chloe and Stephanie too.

She blushed heavily when she came in, eyes widening when they saw her outfit, “Look at you.”

“Okay, okay. You’re the ones who wanted this.”

“Do a spin! Do a spin!”

She did as she was told, dropping her bag so she could turn around. Chloe stood up, walking over to inspect her hair. “Is that the ribbon I gave you like two months ago?”

“Yeah, not my fault you never asked for it back.”

The other girl shrugged, twisting the fabric in her hand before letting go, taking a step back to look at her again. “He’s going to go insane when he sees you in this.”

“Shut up.”

“I’m serious!”

“Fine… I guess I look cute.”

“You guess? Girl, I’ve never seen you look hotter.”

“You guys are so annoying.”

First period flew by faster than she wanted it to, constantly fiddling with her crew neck as the nerves consumed her. She lingered in the classroom for a few minutes, waiting until the time between class starting and her arrival would be as short as possible.

She kept her head down as she entered the room, her eyes trained on her hands as she adjusted her rings before sitting down, unaware of Luke’s (and his friends’) gazes on her.

Charlie poked her side once she settled, hand extended over the side of his desk, “Y/l/n.”

“Yes?”

“You get dressed up for something special?”

She shook her head, not looking up from where she was tracing random shapes on the wood. They could see the small tint of pink littering her cheeks, causing them to urge Luke into saying something, anything. They were tired of him whining like a puppy every time y/n wouldn’t talk to him in class.

Luke didn’t know what to do. She looked beautiful, not that he didn’t think he was beautiful before this moment, but the way she seemed to have a softness about her today, like she knew she looked gorgeous but didn’t want to admit it.

He couldn’t deny that it flustered him; everything about her made him freeze up. She could brush her hair behind her ear, complete a problem in 30 seconds, or walk down the hallway, and he’d be in awe. He wasn’t sure if that should embarrass him or not, but at this point, he’d wear that like a badge of honor.

“Y/n/n.”

That caused her to raise her head, eyes widening at the nickname. Since when did he address me by a nickname?

She cleared her throat, nodding, “Yes?”

“You busy this weekend?”

“Uh, I don’t know-” she stuttered, eyes blinking fast as he watched her every movement, studying her as if he would have a quiz on her next period.

“We should hang out.”

Brandon coughed from next to him, giving him a look. There was no way this was how he was going to ask her out, not if he had a say in it.

“Right. Do you want to go on a date?”

If y/n was holding anything in her hands, the whole school could hear it clatter against the surface beneath her. She wasn’t sure what to say, if she should say anything, or nod her head. Luke saw the panic flash in her eyes, “We don’t have to if you don’t want to! I just thought-”

“No! I um- I would like that.” The two smiled at each other, stilling.

“About time.” Charlie rolled his eyes, typing away on his phone.

Luke hit him in the arm, y/n giggled softly, causing him to smile once again.

⎯⎯⎯ ౨ৎ ⎯⎯⎯

It was too cold to be standing out on the porch waiting for Luke to show up, but it beat having to sit with her parents awkwardly in the living room while they asked her questions about him. So here she was, in almost 50-degree weather, a light frost covering the ground as the leaves fell.

She hugged herself tightly, her jacket only providing her with a small amount of warmth. A similar pair of jeans adorned her legs, paired with a black long-sleeved shirt that did little to shield her from the growing cold weather.

She barely registered Luke’s car pulling into the driveway, too focused on shifting her weight from foot to foot, preventing herself from going frigid. It wasn’t until the door closed that she looked up, noticing his figure standing outside, a beanie on his head hiding his curls.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

They stood there for a few minutes, neither of them moving, just watching the other’s movements, studying their faces.

She snapped out of the trance first, walking down the few steps that led to her front door to where he stood, unable to keep the smile off her face, “Hi.”

“Hey.” He repeated, chuckling softly. “You ready to go?”

She nodded, allowing him to lead her to the other side of the car, opening the passenger-side door for her. He climbed in seconds later, turning the heat on full blast to calm y/n’s shakiness, pulling out of her driveway to head to wherever they were going.

“You going to tell me where we’re going?”

He shook his head, grinning, “Nope. Top secret.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“Not enough to deter you from going on a date with me.”

“Touché.” She huffed, crossing her arms.

“How long were you standing outside for?” He stopped at the stoplight, eyes flicking over to her form, frowning when he noticed her hands still shaking.

“Uh, like ten minutes maybe? It beat waiting inside with my parents.”

He reached for her hand like it was second nature, as if they’d done it a million times before this moment, letting the warmth of his hand encompass the coldness of hers. He heard her sigh gratefully, continuing to drive as if nothing had just happened.

It was silent the rest of the way, y/n completely oblivious as to where they were going but paid no mind to it, watching as the trees passed, the lights changed from red to green or green to yellow, and the traffic decreased and increased.

“One question.”

“Shoot.”

“Does this involve physical labor because I’m not dressed enough for that, and I will not look cute once we’re done?”

“You might have to climb some stairs, but that’s it. And I beg to differ, I’m sure you’d look cute no matter what, gorgeous.”

She smiled as she rolled her eyes, going back to her window-watching and listening to the music that played softly in the car. She didn’t notice the fond expression he had, barely noticed the way his hand tightened around hers because he was scared that this, she, wasn’t real.

It didn’t take long for her to realize where they were once the building came into view, the lettering across it, and the red and white clothing the thousands of people standing outside in line were wearing. Her eyes widened, looking over at him, “Really?”

“Figured you’d like it,” Luke smirked, all too cocky, but neither of them cared.

“I wish you had told me! I would’ve worn my jersey.”

“Yeah, but then that would’ve given it away.”

The two walked hand in hand into Little Caesars Arena, y/n practically vibrating with excitement.

“You’re excited about this, huh?”

“Shut up, let me enjoy my hockey.”

He held his hands up in surrender, leading them towards the line, y/n curling into him as they waited in the cold.

It was the perfect first date. Nothing would ever compare.

⎯⎯⎯ ౨ৎ ⎯⎯⎯

It happened later that night, they were out at a small dinner after the game, sitting next to each other in a booth like a cliché high school movie. She didn’t mind; her head rested comfortably on his shoulder, and his hand was on her thigh. They’d finished their food ages ago, paid ages ago, but none of them had the energy to move even if they wanted to.

“Y/n/n?”

“Hmm?”

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Mhm.”

“Are you even listening to me?”

“I’m sleepy.” She murmured in response, curling into him more.

He laughed softly, resting his chin on her head, “Does that change your answer then?”

“Nope. I’d still say yes, but if I weren’t tired, I’d be a mess right now.”

“You still are one.”

“Say it again, and I'll take back my answer.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She looked up at him, sleep evident in her eyes, but neither of them let it stop their lips from touching, Luke’s arm slipping around her waist to bring her closer.

⎯⎯⎯ ౨ৎ ⎯⎯⎯

She wasn’t sure when this tradition was established, all of them meeting in the morning in Wilsher’s room, her, Chloe, and Stephanie. And that wasn’t changing, not even when Luke’s hand was in hers as they walked down the hallway.

“Okay, so they might be a little overbearing-”

“I’ll be fine, I’m extremely charming.”

Y/n gave him a look, “Mhm.”

“I am too!” He gasped, offended, “That’s how I won you over.”

“I’m still regretting that decision.”

“No, you’re not.”

She grinned, looking up at him, “Fine, I’m not.”

He kissed her temple, the two of them coming to a stop right outside Wilsher’s classroom. She went in first, noticing how her two best friends were already sitting at a table, on their phones, and how her two teachers and her social worker were talking about something, most likely another student in their class.

“Hey.”

She watched as they did a double-take, looking at her and then noticing the figure behind her, the one who stood a few inches taller than she did.

“Okay, let’s not-”

“So this is the boy we’ve been hearing about.”

“Guys, seriously-”

“We’ve heard everything about you, Luke. Smart boy, mostly A’s.”

Y/n buried her head in Luke’s chest like she’d been doing it for years before this moment, like it was second nature. He laughed softly, his hands threading through her hair, keeping her head close to him. The five others smiled at them, exchanging looks.

“Treat her right.”

“Wasn’t planning on treating her wrong.” He admitted, looking down at her with a certain fondness.

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౨ৎ MIDNIGHT TEARS ; PAIGE BUECKERS !

➪ summary: doing her nightly doom-scroll on instagram, y/n comes across a sad yet wholesome video that leaves her in tears. despite her efforts to quiet them, her girlfriend rises from her sleep, knowing something's wrong

➪ pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

➪ warnings: none, not proofread per usual

➪ word count: 0.7k

➪ emma's notes: i've missed writing for p :( and by writing ig i mean editing bc i already wrote this. ANYWAY, i love this fic sm and i'm so happy to get it back up

She was used to being up late into the night, doom-scrolling on Instagram, laughing softly at reels she came across as she sent them to her friends or family before going to the next one. It was her safe space, the quietness surrounding her as she blocked out everything else in her life.

And the bonus? Paige was right behind her, arms wrapped securely around her waist, her head buried in her neck, her soft snores background noise to her phone. Paige was exhausted, y/n knew that from the moment she opened the door and saw her standing there, so it was no surprise she passed out as soon as she collapsed on y/n’s bed and pulled her into her arms.

Y/n was trying her best not to wake her up, suppressing her laughter whenever the ‘chicken banana’ song came on or whenever she stumbled upon a reel of funny cats. But that all failed when she scrolled again and ‘Die With A Smile’ came on, and she was faced with a small bunny who was getting ready to make his home.

At first, she was going to scroll, but then she got too invested in the bunny’s journey to find the perfect space for his home to do anything about it. She watched as, time and again, he failed to find a spot, stumbling into other animals along the way.

But she almost lost it when the bunny finally found a spot he thought would do, and just as he shoved his shovel into the wall, it cracked, and water consumed him. He held onto the small paper that had his plans for his house, climbing back up the tunnel he made, and leaving his other belongings behind.

That was all she remembered before tears clouded her vision, slipping down her cheeks as she watched the rest of the short movie. She was too caught up in the ending and the tears that ran down her face to hear Paige shifting behind her, to feel her grip tightening around her waist.

“Ma?”

Y/n blinked the tears away at the sound of her voice, wiping her cheeks harshly to get rid of them, powering her phone off to hide the evidence that she had been on it.

She turned her head slightly, eyes locking with Paige’s tired ones, “Yeah?”

“Wha’s going on?” Her speech was slurred and rough, sleep still evident as she talked.

“Nothing, go back to sleep. M’okay.”

Paige knew the second the word ‘nothing’ slipped out of her mouth that everything was indeed not okay.

She turned her around, her eyes trailing over her face like she was searching for an explanation as to why she was acting the way she was. Her gaze lingered on her cheeks, on the redness and the small tear stains littered across them.

“Baby…”

“S’stupid.”

“Tell me.”

“He just wanted his home.” Y/n’s voice cracked, unable to keep her emotions at bay any longer, as she buried her head into her chest.

Confusion was plastered across Paige’s face as she heard her words, her hand automatically cradling y/n’s head, scratching at her scalp as her other hand rubbed soothing circles across her lower back. Had she really been out that long?

The only thing she could do was lie there and listen to her sobs, occasionally leaning down to press a soft kiss to her head.

Her actions got her to calm down minutes later, her soft sobs quieting into small hiccups and eventually sniffles, allowing Paige to cup her face, tilting her head so she could look at her. “What about his home?”

“The bunny, on the video.” Y/n made a weak gesture to where her phone was, face down on the bed, almost underneath her pillow.

She pulled her back into her arms, and she went without protest, y/n’s arms wrapping around her waist as Paige opened her phone and navigated to Instagram, watching the video to better understand what was going on.

“Baby, it’s just a video.”

“I know, but it-”

“Yeah, okay,” she kissed her head once more, turning her phone off. “Let’s get some sleep, that’s enough scrolling for you tonight.”

And she didn’t argue, burying her head further into her chest, relaxing as her hand resumed rubbing circles against her back, finally drifting off to sleep.

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౨ৎ ONE MORE ; CONNOR BEDARD

➪ summary: connor is a perfectionist, he's determined and competitive, he always gets what he wants... or 3 times connor says "one-more" because things didn't go his way

➪ pairing: connor bedard x fem!reader

➪ warnings: none not proofread per usual

➪ word count: 1.4k

➪ emma's notes: going back to my roots for this one, my one and only, connor bedard. ugh i love him so much it's not even funny. okay anyway, enjoy the fic 🫶🏻

1. the time with the tiktok trend

“Connie?”

Connor looked up from where he was sitting on the couch, his right leg popped up on the coffee table, biting his thumbnail as his right hand stopped mid-scroll. He raised an eyebrow, eyes surveying her up and down, taking notice of the sweatshirt that hung to her mid-thigh, the Blackhawks logo plastered on the front.

“Hmm?”

“You know how you love me?”

His lips turned into a smirk, placing his phone beside him as he sat up, “I might be aware. Why?”

She shifted closer to him, her knees barely brushing his leg. She tugged her bottom lip between her teeth, nerves flowing throw her as she tried to form her question, “I- Do- Can you do a TikTok with me?”

He smirked even more at the blush on her cheeks, standing and slipping his arm around her waist, “Which one?”

She handed him her phone, Sabrina Carpenter’s Slim Pickens, playing softly as he watched the video, peering up at him through her eyelashes. She leaned into his touch, a subconscious habit she’d picked up on since the two of them started dating, her body seeking the warmth he emanated.

It was the third time around of ‘A boy who’s jacked and kind’ before he finally paused the video, looking at her with a certain look of fondness in his eyes, “I think I can arrange that to happen.”

She couldn’t help the grin that appeared on her face, plucking her phone from his hand and placing it against her water bottle that sat on the counter. She looked back at him, “Do you want to practice?”

He shook his head adamantly, “No, I got this.”

“Cocky.” She started the timer anyway, backing up as Connor’s hands found their place on her hips like it was where they belonged.

The music started playing, and with ease, Connor lifted her, placing her on his shoulders, an embarrassed but happy expression on her face. He slid her off with just as much grace, pressing a kiss to her cheek as she stared up at him, eyes soft.

The two of them watched the video, Connor’s eyebrows furrowing when he saw how he stumbled slightly, and his lip pouting, “N, no, one more. It makes it look like I can’t lift you up.”

“Baby, it’s fine.”

“No one more.”

She rolled her eyes playfully, propping it back up and stepping back into his arms. They repeated the same movements, Connor lifting her up without fault and placing her back down with a kiss on her cheek. And this time, when they watched the video, he groaned softly, “My face looks weird. Please, can we do it one more time? I promise it will be the last one?”

⎯ ୨୧ ⎯

It was, in fact, not one more time. The two of them recorded the video 5 more times after that, each time Connor critiqued something in it, whether it was the way he was standing or the way it made it seem like he didn’t love her enough to pick her up, he made her redo it.

And now, almost thirty minutes later from when she initially asked him to film it with her, he was grinning and nodding along to the final take, “Perfect.”

“The first one was perfect.”

“Just because you looked perfect in all of them, doesn’t mean I did.”

She blushed at his words, letting her forehead fall to his chest, “Shut up.”

2. the time when he loses (constantly)

Game nights were always something she had dreaded because watching four boys argue whether or not stacking was allowed in Uno was not her idea of fun.

She’d stopped playing thirty minutes ago after winning three times in a row and Kevin had all but made her stop so they could “have a chance to win”. So she’d resorted to watching them play, her feet tucked beneath her as she sat on the couch, eating some pretzels.

Connor groaned as Lukas placed down another +2 on top of Alex’s, “Sorry, Con.”

“This is rigged.”

“You can’t be the best at everything.” She reminded, taking a sip of her water.

“But I can try.” He retorted, reluctantly picking up six cards.

She rolled her eyes, resting her chin in the palm of her hand, focused on the game happening in front of her.

“Uno!”

She jumped at Lukas’s voice despite knowing he only had one card left. They all ran a hand through their hair as if they were playing the last five minutes of a tied game. One by one, Alex, Kevin, and Connor set their cards down, Lukas beaming with excitement when he placed his last card down.

“Y/n: 3, Lukas: 1. Alex, Kevin, and Connor: 0.”

“Yea,h yeah, whatever.” Kevin threw his cards down, scattering them across the coffee table.

“One more. C’mon.”

“No, I’m tired of losing,” Kevin whined.

“You’re such a baby,” Y/n claimed, moving to sit next to Connor, leaning her head on his shoulder.

“Says the one who won three games in a row.”

“You guys win hockey games-”

“Barely.” Connor interrupted her, scoffing.

She glared at him, hitting his arm, “As I was saying. You guys win hockey games, I win board games. Maybe game night is more fun than I thought.”

“One more time.”

“I’m down.”

“Same.”

So, Lukas shuffled the cards, passing them out to the other three. She sat contentedly, her head somehow burying itself further into Connor’s hoodie with each card placed down.

She was about to drift off when Connor’s voice made its way to her ears, “Fuck!”

“Maybe y/n could help you next round.”

He glared at Kevin, resting his head on his girlfriend's, “You guys are cheaters.”

“Just because you’re ass doesn’t mean we aren’t.”

“Shut up.”

A beat passed before he spoke again, “One more?”

“NO!”

⎯⎯⎯ ౨ৎ ⎯⎯⎯

3. the time with the kisses

It was late when he came through the door, exhaustion noticeable with every movement he made. He kicked his shoes off, almost stumbling over himself as he walked to his room, pushing the door open and freezing at the sight in front of him.

He was sure he’d never seen something, someone, as beautiful as she was; her hair messy, glasses on her face, knees pulled up and a book resting on them, her fingers turning the page every so often, eyes trailing over the words.

Her face was illuminated by the soft glow of the lamp from the nightstand next to her, a candle burning next to it, creating a cozy atmosphere that welcomed him with open arms.

He set his bag down at the entranceway to the room, her head snapping up, her eyes meeting his, a smile making its way onto her face, “Hey.”

“Hey.” Connor returned the smile, shuffling over to her, pressing a kiss to her head. “Wasn’t expecting you to be awake.”

She flushed slightly, “I started a new book, and then I figured I’d just wait for you.”

He nodded, kissing her cheek and walking towards his closet to change into some shorts and a sweatshirt, the one she loved when he wore it. He collapsed on the bed moments later, eliciting a giggle from her as she placed her bookmark between the pages, moving to rest the book on the nightstand, blowing out the candle.

She settled back on her side, the two of them facing each other, “Good goal tonight.”

“Mm, thank you.” He murmured, wrapping his arm around her waist and tugging her closer to him, his eyes fluttering closed at her closeness.

“Proud of you.” She kissed his jaw softly.

“One more.”

“One more what?”

“Kiss.”

She smiled, kissing his cheek this time, pulling away. His grip on her tightened, not allowing her to stray too far. “One more.”

She didn’t say anything this time, kissing his other cheek.

“One more.” She kissed his forehead.

“One more.” She kissed his nose.

“One more.” She kissed between his eyes.

“One-” She kissed his lips, cutting off his sentence, her fingers tangling with his fingers.

He grinned, kissing her back, his one finger resting beneath her chin, and his other hand still tugging her closer despite there being no space between them any longer. When she pulled away, he gave her an innocent look, peering at her with curious eyes, “One more?”

She huffed but kissed him again, each kiss met with another “one more” from Connor until she shook her head, lying back against the pillows.

“Fine, just say you don’t love me then.”

“Connie, I’ve kissed you like 15 times in the past two minutes.”

“Sue me for wanting to kiss my girlfriend.”

“Go to sleep.”

And he would, but not without kissing her again.

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