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cyberhughes · 3 days ago

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YOURE SO SWEET I AM SO HAPPY YOU LIKED IT

next time its gonna be us dancing and me confessing my love to you💕💝💕💓💓

JUST SAY I DO #𝒎.𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒊

𝜗𝜚˖ ࣪ ִ𐙚 summary you only needed macklin to pretend for one night. but underneath the twinkling lights and borrowed labels, he played his part a little too well.

warnings none! maybe some regular ol family drama wc 1k

note requested for my 500 celly! i had so much fun writing this one macklin is so adorable i just want to pinch his cheeks oh my god my shaylaaaa BTW i wrote this while listening to can't help falling in love with you (elvis) as well as oh my angel (bertha tillman) on REPEAT so maybe listen to that while reading just for the vibes lol

laughs and friendly conversation filled the air, glasses clinking and joy blooming as you walked hand in hand with macklin beneath a grand floral arch, some petals lazily drifting to decorate the grass like confetti made just for you.

your hands cradled his, both of yours gently wrapped around one of his, fingers absentmindedly playing with his own in a nervous melody. it was a habit you never noticed that you had, but macklin did—and he never pulled away.

you had asked him to be your boyfriend—just for the night. just long enough to survive the endless side eyes and whispered comments from your family. you were tired of the quiet judgement and well meaning, but sharp comments about your love life, or lack thereof. macklin seemed like the safest way out.

the reception had gone off without a hitch, all eyes on your cousin and the vows she exchanged with her husband that echoed in your chest. tears of happiness had slipped down her cheek and something in you ached—not jealousy but yearning. a yearning for a love like hers that you could someday share.

and as the sun dipped down it was time to slip into the role you had created for yourself; happy girlfriend to your best friend.

"hey," macklin murmured, nudging you softly. his eyes flickered to your cousin who had both hands pressed to her mouth in awe as she eyed the two of you with adoration.

"oh y/n! you look so darling!" she squealed, pulling you into a tight hug and you clung back carefully, hyperaware of your heels that might step on the fabric of her dress, or your makeup that might smudge.

"you look stunning, sophia." your hands trailed down her lace sleeves as you smiled, "the reception is beautiful.”

macklin stood behind you, quiet but polite as sophia breathlessly encountered all the hassle that came with wedding planning.

"and..." she suddenly glanced behind you with twinkling eyes, "who might this cutie be?" her brows lifting in a teasing way.

you looped your arm through macklin's, head resting on his shoulder with practiced ease. "this is macklin, my fri—my boyfriend."

she didn't notice your slip, too busy squealing and brushing past his outstretched hand and pulling him in for a hug.

you could only laugh behind your hand, watching the surprise flash across his face as his cheeks flushed pink. you’d known he’d be adored—how could he not be?

...

after sophia had disappeared into the sea of guests, you found yourself alone for a moment. you lingered by one of the decorated tables, your fingertips grazing the edges of name cards and candleholders, quietly admiring the thoughtfulness in every detail.

"what a pretty dress," a voice came from behind you, saccharine and familiar in the worst way.

your aunt meredith approached, glass of red wine in hand as she did at every function, her smile as tight as ever. "where's your boyfriend?" she teased in a way that aunts do, a tone that was laced with suspicion and judgement—like she knew you didn't really have one.

you wondered if her interest in your love life had anything to do with her own—namely, her past two failed marriages and the habit of projecting her unresolved baggage onto you at any family gathering.

your mouth opened slightly, a polite answer forming but you didn't get a chance to speak.

"hey, sorry i took so long." macklin's voice slid in, smooth and warm as he wrapped an arm around your waist and tugged you in slightly. "i was talking to the groom's dad—BIG hockey fan." he laughed, like it was the most casual thing in the world.

you blinked up at him, pleasantly surprised before you caught the flicker of confusion on your aunts face.

"oh," she said, almost choking on a sip of her wine. "y/n?" she nervously smiled at you.

"my boyfriend." the words felt solid in your mouth, proud. bittersweet too, you only got to call him that for the night.

"i see, how wonderful." she excused herself almost too quickly, and as soon as she was gone you turned to macklin, laughter already bubbling up as you looked at his bewildered expression.

"what? did i say something? is there something in my teeth?" he asked, mock injured as he twisted his head left and right with a toothy grin, inviting inspection.

you playfully hit his shoulder, "thanks." a comfortable silence falling between you.

he reached out his hand as 'oh my angel' by bertha tillman began to float it's way from the speakers to your ears.

"dance with me?"

you could never say no to that smile.

he led you to the dancefloor, his hands finding home on your waist as your arms curled around his neck. couples surrounded you on the dancefloor, yet the world seemed to blur at the edges, like it was just the two of you swaying underneath the twinkling fairy lights.

"thank you," you said softly, searching his eyes, the ones you've grown to love so easily. "for doing this tonight, i mean."

his brows furrowed ever so slightly. "you know i'd do anything for you, right?"

your cheeks flushes pink as you looked away, heart racing.

the two of you swayed gently, the breeze tugging at the hem of your dress, fairy lights twinkling like stars that were just for you.

"y/n?" macklin's voice was quieter now. you couldn't quite read his expression as you looked up to him—unguarded, hopeful. his cheeks were flushed pink as he held your gaze like he was searching for courage.

you could feel your heartbeat increase as you felt his grip tighten, your arms subconsciously pulling him closer, like your body knew what it wanted before you could admit it.

then it happened.

a kiss, soft, sure and sweeter than you imagined. your body melted into his, all your nerves slowly slipping away in his hold.

when the two of you pulled back he was grinning with red cheeks, his smile wide, boyish and beautiful. "i like you, y/n. not in the fake boyfriend way or anything... i just.." you smiled in adoration and patience as you watched him nervously confess. "i really like you."

"i don't know what to say mack." you whispered, even though you did. you knew, you always knew. your hands slid down his arm to lace your fingers with his.

he leaned in close, smile tugging at the corners of his mouth before he spoke; "just say i do."

then he kissed you again.

©cyberhughes; do not copy, translate or repost my work without permission.

#⁺‧₊˚ 𐔌🌷 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌˚₊⋆#꒰ঌ hallie ໒꒱

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cyberhughes · 3 days ago

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HES COMING HOMEEEE🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

will be buying this jellycat when i get paid on friday cause it reminds me of jack and no i will not be elaborating as to why thank you.

#⁺‧₊˚ 𐔌 🦢𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒊 𝒚𝒂𝒑 ˚₊⋆#a local shop in my city does online orders and they had three in stock i never bought smth so fast #JACK BIRDDDDD

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cyberhughes · 3 days ago

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ur so talented juni 💐🫂💝💋

i fricking love u and that brain of yours cuz im genuinely giggling and kicking my feet while i read ur fics (which again cannot believe i let myself go this long without reading literally wtf is wrong w me)

oh my god stop you’re beyond sweet thank you so much💝💕💓you make me smile every time i see you in my notifs

i’m gonna give u a fat kiss

#⁺‧₊˚ 𐔌 🌿𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒊'𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒃𝒐𝒙 ˚₊⋆#꒰ঌ hallie ໒꒱

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cyberhughes · 3 days ago

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this is me every time i read your reblog on my or other peoples fics/blrubs. you’re so sweet🥺😽🤍 making me wanna reblog other peoples stuff more so i can spread the joy <333

AWW I LOVE YOU i will always and forever support my kittens…the world needs to see your fics🔥🔥🔥

#⁺‧₊˚ 𐔌 🌿𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒊'𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒃𝒐𝒙 ˚₊⋆#꒰ঌ cami ໒꒱

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cyberhughes · 3 days ago

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wow i don’t even know or follow f1 like that but your writing is so godly that it doesn’t even matter

ur so sexy when u write enemies to lovers this was like my daily drug dose thank yewwww thoroughly enjoyed every word of this

SAY IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT OSCAR PIASTRI

SUMMARY you were sure you hated him. you hated the way he always looked unimpressed, the way he never laughed at your jokes, the way he made silence stretch until your frustration crept in. but the thing about oscar is that he never gave you anything halfway. word count 0.8k

contains fluff, slow burn, mutual pining, enemies to lovers, tension, soft ending

note requested by anon as a part of my 1k celebration <33 i'm sorry i haven't written for f1 drivers (or for my celebration) in sooo long, but i'm back 😇 not one of my best works but hope u guys enjoy !

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And you especially didn’t like how you noticed him. Noticed the slope of his shoulders in the mornings when he was still sleepy and stretching his arms above his head, shirt riding up just enough to reveal the skin of his stomach. You didn’t like how you noticed the way his fingers tapped against his thigh when he was thinking, or the way he always reached for the smallest coffee cup available, like anything more was too much. You noticed everything, and you hated it. Hated how aware you’d become of his presence, even when he wasn’t speaking. Especially when he wasn’t speaking.

It didn’t help that you were always around each other. Lando was the glue, unknowingly binding you two to the same schedule, the same rooms, and the same inside jokes. He liked having you both close; liked the balance you brought, but all it did was make you feel like you were circling something you weren’t allowed to name.

Because, despite all your bickering, you liked him.

Or, worse, you didn’t just like him. You thought about him when you were alone. You thought about what it might feel like to be someone he smiled at without thinking, someone he let in. You thought about what it meant that he never really let you win an argument, but he always looked at you like he was hoping you’d fight him, like matching your fire was the only way he knew how to be close to you.

You mentioned it to Lando once, casually, like it wasn’t eating you alive. You said, “I think I might be going insane. I think I might have feelings for someone who actively makes me want to scream.” And Lando had just looked at you, something unreadable flashing behind his eyes before he muttered, “Yeah. I know the feeling.”

It wasn’t until later that you realized he hadn’t been talking about himself.

And then there was the rain delay in Austria.

Team managers muttered to engineers over rain-spattered clipboards, drivers wiped fog from their visors, and mechanics shuffled under umbrellas, all waiting for the storm to clear. You were stuck in the hospitality unit, wrapped in an oversized McLaren hoodie, staring out the window at the grey mist hanging low over the track. The air smelled like espresso and ozone, and everyone around you seemed to be speaking just a little too loudly. So you stepped outside onto the quiet balcony where the rain tapped softly against the railing, and you found him there.

Oscar.

He didn’t look at you right away, just gave you a small nod and turned his gaze back towards the sky, where clouds curled and unravelled like smoke. You stood beside him, close enough to feel the heat of him through the mist. And for once, you didn’t speak. Neither of you did.

Then, quietly, he said, “Lando told me.”

You blinked. “Told you what?”

Oscar didn’t answer right away. Just breathed in, slow and even, like he was buying time. Then, finally, he turned his head to meet your eyes and said, “That you think I hate you.”

Your stomach twisted. “He said that?”

He nodded. “And that you might feel something else.”

You laughed, trying to cover your embarrassment. “Well, he has a big mouth.”

Oscar didn’t smile. “I don’t hate you.”

He said so softly that it took you a moment to register it. And when you did, your breath caught. Because there was something in his face you hadn’t seen before; not indifference, not smugness, but something vulnerable.

“I know,” you said, barely audible. “I just didn’t want to admit that maybe I don’t hate you either.”

You both stood there for a long moment, the rain softening around you, the clouds beginning to thin. You watched him, and he watched you, and suddenly it felt ridiculous with how long you’d been pretending. How long had you been pushing when all you wanted was to be pulled in?

“I don’t think we’re very good at this,” you said.

Oscar’s lips curved into the smallest smile. “No. But I think I want to try.”

And just like that, the tension disappeared. It wasn’t dramatic like a firework, but like a tide rolling back. Like the first warmth of the sun after weeks of cold.

He reached for your hand.

And when you looked at him, it felt like you’d been searching for this exact moment your entire life without realizing it.

Maybe it had never been hate.

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#⁺‧₊˚ 𐔌🪷 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒔 ˚₊⋆#oscar piastri x reader

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cyberhughes · 3 days ago

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HALLIE ON THAT POSTING GRINDDDD AYYEEEE

okay i loved this part sm lol lukey pookie is so cute

umich hockey groupchat leaked! — part 4 — [✩] umich hockey au masterlist

including: Luke Hughes, Ethan Edwards, Mark Estapa, Dylan Duke, Mackie Samoskevich, Tyler Duke, Rutger Mcgroarty, Adam Fantilli, and Luca Fantilli

warnings! mentions of alcohol use and alcohol intoxication, throwing up, suggestive, and t dukes has a dirty mind lol

a/n: yayayayyy part four!! i absolutely love this series so far and im loving writing each part for you guys! enjoy🫶🫶

#⁺‧₊˚ 𐔌🪷 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒔 ˚₊⋆#umich smau #umich au

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cyberhughes · 3 days ago

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didn’t know that i needed to build lego w luke but now i do wow…all the lego in my cart is being bought rn as we speak

i’m building this little lego flower thingy and I can’t stop thinking about how fun it’d be building something like that with bf!luke

you holding the little instruction booklet and organizing the pieces for him. handing the next part to him like the perfect assistant. as if you guys are repairing a car or performing a surgery.

both of you are so focused, the only noise being the music playing softly in the background that you put on before you started.

every so often you'll brush a stray curl from luke's forehead, and he'd lean into your hand briefly, pressing a kiss to your palm in passing as you pull away.

or you'd be putting a little piece together by yourself, brow furrowed in concentration, tongue poking out a little and luke would check up on you often. kissing your cheek because he's not able to hold himself back when you look so cute.

"good job baby," he'd praise when you showoff your finished little section.

"you thirsty? want me to grab you something?" he'd ask when he sees you shifting around after laying in one position for too long.

"i’ll bring you a snack too. gotta keep my hardworking girl fed,” he’d tease affectionately, pressing another kiss to your head before he he jumps up, nearly tripping on his way out the room

it’s just such a cute little way of spending time together that I think he’d enjoy so much <33

#⁺‧₊˚ 𐔌🪷 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒔 ˚₊⋆#luke hughes x reader

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cyberhughes · 4 days ago

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texts w the hughes brothers but its actually texts between my and my guy bestfriend cause its funny

luke:

quinn:

jack:

#⁺‧₊˚ 𐔌 🦢𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒊 𝒚𝒂𝒑 ˚₊⋆#luke hughes #jack hughes #quinn hughes

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cyberhughes · 4 days ago

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guys i’m going out to the bar tn……….better be seeing jack hughes doppelgänger there or i’m actually going home 😂😂😂😂😂🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

#⁺‧₊˚ 𐔌 🦢𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒊 𝒚𝒂𝒑 ˚₊⋆#or better yet jhugh himself

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cyberhughes · 4 days ago

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oh baby we are so back

ALSO QUINN???????? HELLO

lake house gc x reader pt.9 (feat. jack hughes, luke hughes, quinn hughes, trevor zegras, cole caufield)

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

summary: texting au where reader is apart of the lake house friend group warnings: cursing, suggestive, weed a/n: im backkk did you miss me? ;) this is her individual texts w the boys bc ive been wanting to do that for a while. lmk what else you guys wanna see from me!! love you all and i hope you like this one <3

#⁺‧₊˚ 𐔌🪷 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒔 ˚₊⋆#nhl smau #jack hughes #quinn hughes #luke hughes #cole caufield #trevor zegras

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cyberhughes · 4 days ago

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awwww amelié this was so adorable and a lil treat to read🫶🫶love a good brothers bestfriend fic

YOU AND ME FOREVERMORE

Summary: New Years means new beginnings, so does that include you and the older brother of your best friend you've been pining after forever?

Pairings: Jack Hughes x Brother's Best Friend!Reader + Luke Hughes x Best Friend!Reader (Platonic)

TW: Age Gap (Reader is implied to be Luke's age so roughly a 2 year age gap), mentions of sex, light cursing, underage drinking, probably more but let me know what I missed.

A/N: Soooooooooo.... I know I haven't released anything I should have but I'm blessing you with something I do have which I really hope you like instead of being sad about no Back To The 80s or Weird Science (I still have no clue how chapter one managed to get posted but fuck me whatever I guess!!!!) I also know I said this was gonna be posted 15 minutes after but I just finished editing this on my lunch break. Anyways, I hope you love it. Love, Amelié

THERE'S GLITTER ON THE FLOOR AFTER THE PARTY, GIRLS CARRYING THEIR SHOES DOWN IN THE LOBBY,

POLAROIDS AND CANDLE WAX ON THE HARDWOOD FLOOR, YOU AND ME FROM THE NIGHT BEFORE,

NEW YEARS DAY 2025 - PRESENT DAY

You're sweeping glitter, picking up pictures, cups and champagne flutes from the party the night before. Jack is off picking up pictures on the opposite side of the apartment. He picks up one taken of you by Luke. When you're not looking he slides it away in his pocket.

"You don't have to clean up. I got it." He says picking the last of the polaroids off the floor and heads over to you. "I know. I wanted to. Besides, there's a mess and Lukey's off with a girl and not here to help. That's not fair to leave it all on you." I say not looking up from my picking at the wax on the floor. One bigger piece giving me an issue. He bends down and our hands brush and our gazes meet and we giggle at the other.

And all I could think about is how I could do this for the rest of my life if the world would let me.

I STAY WHEN YOU'RE LOST

MAY 7TH 2024

"I don't get it Y/N/N. I can pick a girl up easy enough but keeping her is another story. Not just any girl, a good one. One Mom and Dad would treat like their daughter, someone Lukey would love and Quinn would crack a smile at." Jack says, head in your lap as you rake your fingers through his curls. You give the thought time to breathe. You fit the whole bill. Why couldn't he see?

One breath, two, three, four, then five.

"I guess she's just....not the one." You brush the hair from his eyes, "You'll know when you find her, J. You won't have to think about it because it'll be so obvious that anyone else would seem incomparable."

Breaths pass between you two in perfect synchronicity, and Jack will never admit it, but that's when he knew how bad he had fallen.

AND I'M SCARED

APRIL 14TH 2022

"JACK PLEASE COME OVER RIGHT NOW!" You screech over the phone as you sit on your dorm counter holding a frying pan as a weapon. In no less than ten minutes, Jack arrives and hurriedly opens the door. "What's wrong?" he asks as you point and screech at the massive spider crawling around your kitchenette.

"KILL IT JACK!!!!" You yell, crying and clutching the frying pan. Jack calmly walks over, puts the poor spider out of its misery, takes the frying pan out of your hands, picks you up and sets you down on your bed and pulls out your laptop. "What movie are we watching?" He turns and smiles. You instinctively lay your head on his shoulder.

Does he know you'd wrangle the moon and stars for him? Does he know how badly you wish this moment would last your entire lifetime?

AND YOU'RE TURNING AWAY

OCTOBER 15TH 2017

You were fifteen. Hormones were high and boys were no longer just friend or foe. Boys became bro or boyfriend and you wanted so badly to have Jack Hughes be more than another bro.

Sure, he was two years your senior and your best friend's older brother. As you went through puberty, Jack got distant. Focused more on school and hockey. You, his baby brother's friend, were put on the back burner. Even Luke got funky, though it probably had something to do with a crush of his own on a girl in your grade.

Luke was out at practice a little later than usual, so you strolled over expecting to hang out with Luke but decided to hang out with Jack while you waited. "Hey, Jackie. Whatcha up to?" Jack was on his phone aimlessly scrolling, clearly up to nothing.

"What are you doing here?" he says semi-coldly. I flinch slightly but answer. "Lukey was supposed to be home to hang out but I guess practice ran late." he nods in response, walking over to where you were standing outside his door and closing it in your face. You, on the brink of tears, were found by Quinn, who hung out with you until Luke got home.

You never wanted to love a boy ever again.

I WANT YOUR MIDNIGHTS

NEW YEAR'S EVE 2022

You moved to New Jersey when you got accepted to Rutgers, it wasn't a conscious decision to be closer to Jack. It just happened and when you moved in with him after his insistence and his three bedroom apartment being too empty for himself, a year after you had your fill of the college dorm experience.

You moved in and for the past year in Jersey, you watched Jack not be your new years kiss. You told yourself, new year, new chances. The whole night you threw glances at him and he threw some back. You two were 100% eye fucking the other and neither of you cared. You drank like you were Irish and at midnight, you found your way to Jack.

Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six.

You chanted with everyone around you as the ball slowly dropped.

Five.

You turned to Jack,

Four.

You took his face in your hands,

Three.

You steadied your breath,

Two.

"I'm sorry,"

One.

You kiss Jack and don't hold back, fingers tangle, tongues make an entrance into the other's mouth. What should have been an elongated peck has turned into a fireworks show in the middle of the room. Far too soon for you, but far past the midnight kiss grace period, you break away. For the rest of the night, neither of you glance the other's way.

BUT I'LL BE CLEANING UP BOTTLES WITH YOU ON NEW YEARS DAY

NEW YEARS DAY 2025 - PRESENT DAY

You and Jack got the wax off and decided to tackle the large amount of beer bottles scattered across the apartment. After getting your little portion you head to help Jack with his massive pile. You drop a bottle, "Oops, I got it." and in a lame attempt to pick up the pieces, you cut your hand. "Ah!"

Drip. Drip.

Jack hurries over, "Where? Show me." You open your palm,

Drip. Drip.

Jack lifts you and carries you to the bathroom and sets you down on the counter. "Y/N/N, you need to be careful." He says sharply but still gentle, you nod in acknowledgement. He pulls out peroxide, "I have to clean it." he holds your hand steady over the sink and once it hits your wound, you start to cry. Jack puts gauze over your wound. Jack wipes your tears away and you place a kiss on his cheek. Your favorite way to say thank you that you've used forever.

"Not on the lips?"

I'LL BE THERE IF YOU'RE THE TOAST OF THE TOWN, BABE

JUNE 21ST, 2019

Jack's draft day. He was nervous but he knew he'd get picked. What really made him sweat was the girl who sat next to him. He'd seen you in a dress for homecoming and winter formal, but this one was short and you no longer were Luke's brace face barely hit puberty friend. You got hot and everyone could tell. Quinn and Jack's heads rolled any time you walked in. You were put between Luke and Jack at the draft. Jack started bouncing his knee furiously. You merely put my hand on his knee.

"Jack, any one of these teams would be blessed to have you on their roster. You'll get picked. It wouldn't even surprise me if you were the first to go." You whispered just loud enough for him to hear. He moves to hold your hand instead of having it on his knee. And you were right. Jack went first overall to the Devils. He turned and squeezed you. You kissed his cheek. "Go get 'em champ!"

Despite being friends with more hockey players than you can count, you knew little to nothing about it. Jack hugged Quinn, then Luke, and his parents last, before heading up to the stage. There was a sea of potential prospects and family but his eyes were on you. A mouthed "Thank you," was all he said but you couldn't do anything but smile.

Maybe you could love a boy again... or maybe you never stopped loving him.

OR IF YOU STRIKE OUT AND YOU'RE CRAWLING HOME

SEPTEMBER 30TH 2022

The Devils had just lost miserably in a score Jack would rather not think about or repeat.

This being the last year you and Jack had the apartment to yourselves before Luke joined you two in Jersey. You sat on the couch with a wine glass. Jack came in and looked defeated, slumping on the couch, his head in your lap.

He did a double take at it. "Is that-" he said before quickly cutting it off. "I had a bad date and yes, I'm under age by like less than a year but it's not my fault the liquor stores in Jersey like my fake ID." You say sipping your wine again. Jack promptly takes it from your hands and finishes it off. "Remind me to find that and take it from you." You don't mention you saw the game. It'd only serve to make him feel worse. He walks over to the mini table by the front door, decides goes through your purse and finds the fake ID before snapping it in half, then tosses it in the garbage.

"Hey! I paid good money for that wine and that ID!" Jack scoffs and shoves 300 bucks in your wallet.

"That should about cover it." As you attempt to steal back your wine, Jack decides that he would much prefer to lay his head on your lap and pass out instead of wallowing in self pity and anger. Instinctively, you run your fingers through the strands. Jack groans in response, burrowing his face into your stomach. "Feels good. Soooo fucking good." To which, you grin eagerly in response, somewhat relieved he can't see your face. You'd think that with the way you're acting, you just got told you won the lottery and not the Shirley Jackson kind.

About an hour or so later, you and Jack had finished the bottle of wine. "Y/N, you're so pretty. Like that you don't even need to think about it kind of pretty."

That night gave you new found hope for what could be right in front of your eyes and not your dreams.

HOLD ON TO THE MEMORIES THEY WILL HOLD ON TO YOU

NEW YEARS DAY 2025 - PRESENT DAY

The apartment is quiet after the question,

"Not on the lips?"

Did he feel it too? The pull? Your feelings? Did he have some of his own? Or was it to pity you? Either way, you took too long to speak. Like always. You silently walked to your room laid down and let quiet tears spill. You hold on to the thought of how even though you'd screwed it up, you'd hold on to your New Years kiss, it was a moment, a memory, you'd cherish forever. And now that's all it'll ever be.

'Be Bold Y/N, silence never got you anywhere.' you thought, far too intently and it wasn't till an hour later that Jack came into your room.

"Do you always overthink about what you want?" he asked. Shocking you to your core, making you fumble for words. "What do you mean?" You say nervously fidgeting, replaying his earlier words over.

"Not on the lips?"

No matter how you say it or emphasize it he's flirting. Right? Do you even want that? Of course you do, you've only dreamed about it forever. But like this? Here and now? The truth is you don't know what to do. You've only ever wanted, a never been wanted.

"I meant what I said earlier and I meant it now. Do you always overthink what you want?" I freeze. "I guess that's my answer." he responds.

I sit in a self deprecating and confused loop stuck in my head. What ifs and he wouldn'ts spiral. Jack's voice snaps you out of your spiral as he turns back from presumably his exit.

"Y/N, I think about that night all the time."

PLEASE DON'T EVER BECOME A STRANGER WHO'S LAUGH I COULD RECOGNIZE ANYWHERE

SEPTEMBER 19TH 2023

For the first time ever, you and Jack weren't the only ones living in the apartment. Nights where your head used to lay on his shoulder and watch movies were filled with Luke quite literally between you two. Never a moment alone. Cooking, carpool, movie nights, dinner, you name it he was probably there.

You two weren't a couple but it felt like you both craved alone time with the other. The first person either of you to nominate to leave the apartment for a grocery store run or to get the take out.

One night, you were fed up. So fed up with your best friend you were determined to say or do anything for him to leave the apartment for even an hour or two.

"Luke, you should go out tonight."

"Luke, don't you always say you don't know anyone in Jersey? You're never gonna meet anyone stuck in the apartment."

"Have you seen the shore this late at night? It's beautiful. You should go see it."

"Luke, I hear the deli 7 blocks away has fantastic sandwiches. You should go see if they're still open."

"What about that girl from Hinge? What is she doing tonight? You should go see her."

He brushed off every attempt for you to try and get him to leave.

"Luke! Okay, I tried being subtle and you know I love you to bits and pieces, but you are always here! Sometimes it's a little suffocating with you around all the time." It silently clicks in Luke's head and he leaves with a wink and awkward finger guns. "Gotcha, I expect to hear about what a douche bag whatever hookup you're referring to is!" And he's gone before I can say anything.

Jack walks in and says, "Since when do you have a hookup over?" A flicker of hurt shines in his eyes before it's quickly masked. It was so quick it could've just been a figment of imagination. You weren't so sure.

"I'm not and I don't. I told Luke plain and simple he's around the apartment far too much and he took it a different way." He seems relieved but ghosts an indifferent tone over it.

"Cool."

YOU AND ME FOREVERMORE

JULY 4TH 2012

The first time you realized you loved Jack Hughes, was a way you could only ever do the first time around.

"Lulu?" You asked, your feet softly padding against the floor of your best friend's room at the lake house. You found your best friend fast asleep and if there was one thing to learn about Luke Hughes, trying to get him up was like waking the dead. No matter how scared you were of the fireworks that already started at 2 am, Luke couldn't quell your worries now. Defeated, you skipped past Quinn's room hearing him talk quietly with another female voice. You didn't need to know whoever was in there, so you scurried to Jack's room.

"Jack?" You step quietly over to the bed as another firework goes off. A quiet tear rolls down your face. You softly jostle Jack, "Jacky? Please wake up."

"Y/N?" He glances around to outside, still dark, then to his alarm clock 2:12 am. "What are you doing awake? Is something wrong?" He sits up, noticing the tears on your face and quiet sniffles. "Oh Y/N, what's the matter?"

Another firework sounds and I flinch, Jack in response immediately tugs you into the bed with him. Tears well in your eyes and he holds you close. Your head lays on his chest. "It's okay, Y/N. It can't hurt you. I've got you." He lulls you asleep and follows soon after, fireworks still booming outside.

Luke wandered around in the morning, wondering where you'd gone. Not in your room, not in his, not in Quinn's or the living room. He found you saddled up next to Jack who laid asleep next to you, his position protective. Luke kept quiet, left the room, and never said a word about it. You were half awake wondering if every boy was this caring and understanding. After that, you never were alone for fireworks anymore. Jack made sure of that.

I WILL HOLD ON TO YOU

NEW YEARS DAY 2025 - PRESENT DAY

Sheets rustle and tangle beneath, above, and between your bodies. Sweat thick in the air covering your stripped bodies. The heat between you a palpable contrast to the cool air blowing in and the sting of scratches from the other. The two of you intertwined in sheets in ways you never would've thought of when you first shared a bed so many years ago. You hear the door of the apartment open and you give a slightly panicked glance to Jack who only holds you closer. You can hear Luke set his keys down in the bowl and him kick off his shoes which will 100% be all over the walk in area. You hear his feet move against the floor, hitting the creakier floorboards.

"Hellooooooooooo? Guys, I'm home! Where are you at? I know you're at least home Jack, you don't have shi- OH MY GOD I KNEW IT WAS GONNA HAPPEN EVENTUALLY BUT OH MY GOD MY EYES!" Luke says walking out but you two couldn't help but smile.

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