#dad!luke blurbs

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missed but never forgotten 💔

[luvhughes43]

ice cream? | dad!quinn hughes

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request: can you write another one like your uncle jack story? i loveddd it!! maybe jack and luke are babysitting quinn’s daughter. i feel like they’d mac and cheese for dinner and both completely struggle doing it. and when it’s bedtime the toddler has a tantrum and they so gentle with her (but also kinda freaking out and don’t know what to do) and end up giving her ice cream and letting her watch a movie with them and she falls asleep on one of them. and quinn and mom come home like really guys?! you let a three year old tell you what to do 

word count: 1.2k

“What are you doing? you don't put the tinfoil bit in the microwave?!” Jack scolded his younger brother Luke as he yanked open the microwave before it set itself on fire. 

Luke stood dumbfounded, “how else are you supposed to cook it?”

the “it” in question being a mini cup of mac and cheese. Quinn thought it would be the safest dinner option and yet…

“Okay, let me do this you go entertain the baby” Jack shoos Luke away and towards an adorable toddler who smiled gummily up at her uncles. 

Luke scoops the little girl up, who giggles all the way to the couch. Luke plops them both down and reaches for the tv remote. 

“Shit!” Jack swears as he rips the microwave open. “Luke! You put in too much water!” 

Luke clicks the volume up on the tv. “You like paw patrol! Yeah, let's watch paw patrol!” Luke cheers to his niece who continues to giggle at her uncle's antics. 

“Doggy!” the little girl shouts as she points at the screen. Luke nods enthusiastically as he tunes out Jack's grumblings from the kitchen. 

15 minutes later, dinner was served.

Luke picked at his plate, “dude…”

“if you say that this is gross i swear…” Jack cut in. 

Before a small fight could break out, both brothers' attention were brought to the little girl in the high chair. “Yummy!” she smiled, lifting up her little plastic spoon and shovelling more of the questionable mac and cheese into her mouth. 

“ha! She likes it!”

“Jack… she's 2.. She was eating canned mashed peas like a month ago,” Luke replies.

Jack scowls. “It's literally your fault that the mac and cheese-”

“Play now!” their niece once again recaptures their attention as she shows them her empty plate. 

Jack gets up from the table and takes his niece out of her high chair.

After an hour of playing, the brothers get a text. 

hughes bros👨‍👨‍👦

quinn: Put my baby to bed now it's getting late. If she gets a little fussy read her another bedtime story she usually falls asleep after two stories. 

“your daddy says it's bedtime!” Jack coos to the little girl sitting in front of him and she immediately starts pouting. 

She throws the bright red block she's holding and yells, “no!”

“Luke, you wanna put her to bed?” Jack asks as he watches the toddler throw a small tantrum. She was rolling around on the floor now, toys long forgotten. 

“No sleep! No sleep!” she repeated, looking up at her uncles with her infamous puppy dog eyes. 

Luke walks over and picks her up off the floor. “Why don't we go read a story! That's so much fun!” Luke exclaims happily and the little girl in his arms continues to frown. 

“yeah let's read a story!” Jack cheers in an attempt to get the young girl to stop pouting. “I love stories!” 

“No!” she shouts again. 

Luke ignores her shouts, and carries her into her bedroom where she continues to pout. “Uncle Jacks going to pick out a really fun book while I get you ready for bed, okay?” 

“No!” 

After 20 minutes of fighting with the young girl, she was finally all ready for bed. As soon as she was in her crib, she immediately settled down and was happy to hear her story. She insisted on both of her uncles reading to her, and by the time they were done the first story she had already drifted off to sleep.

Jack and Luke sat in the living room, both on their phones as they waited for their brother and his wife to return.

“Wow this has been really easy!” Luke joked.

Jack looked over, rolling his eyes. “You almost burnt down the apartment” 

“Yeah but the baby's asleep now so does it really matter?” 

Jack shakes his head, “i’m not even going to reply to that”

“‘ACK! ‘UKE!” the wails of their niece ring out through the quiet apartment.

Both boys look at each other, and then immediately rush into their niece's bedroom. “What's up?” Jack coos, voice soft as he approaches the little girl with tears streaming down her face.

The little girl continues to cry. She stands up by the edge of the crib and holds her arms out to her uncles. Luke takes the hint and lifts the girl out of her crib and into his arms. 

“No sleep” she whispers against her uncle Luke's chest and both boys stare blankly at each other.

“But you have to go to sleep,” Luke tries, but the girl shakes her head. 

“No!” she cries. 

The cries only get worse, so Jack has the brilliant idea of feeding the girl some ice cream.

“Two year olds can have ice cream right?” he asks as he pulls the large tub out of his older brother's freezer. 

Luke nods, “yeah i'm sure vanilias safe for kids”  he shrugs the shoulder that his niece is not laying against. 

“You want some ice cream?” Jack asks as he holds a baby spoon up with a tiny bit of ice cream. The girl eagerly nods and reaches one hand out for the spoon.

The boys move to the couch, the little girl sat between them with her little bowl of ice cream in her lap. A movie softly plays in the background, lulling the girl to sleep with her hand in her ice cream bowl and head pressed against her uncle jack. 

At the sound of the front door unlocking, both boys sit upright. “Shit! Don't wake her up!” Luke whisper-shouts as he stands up and starts clearing off the coffee table. There was ice cream everywhere, courtesy of the sleeping 2 year old clinging to Jack's side. 

“Take her bowl!” Jack whispers as he tries to lift the baby's hand out of the sticky bowl. 

“You gave my daughter ice cream before bed?” Quinn questions, surveying the messy kitchen and living room. 

Luke, hands full of the incriminating ice cream bowls, shrugs. “She’s teething?” he says, but it comes out more of a question.

“My baby's teething? Are her molars coming through?” your worried voice drifts through the apartment as you step inside. 

“No!”

“Yes!” 

Jack and Luke both speak at the same time. 

“Right… okay i’ll take my baby back now!” Quinn speaks. When he reaches down to lift his daughter up though, he sees her ice cream coated hands. Quinn doesn't have to say anything.

“Right well! This was really nice so…"Jack trails off when Quinn finally has his daughter in his arms. She was asleep, so what did it really matter if she had some ice cream? 

“Yeah! I’ll see you next time!” Luke says, retreating into the guest bedroom. 

“Yeah, what he said! It's been great!” Jack mimics Luke.

“You're cleaning this up tomorrow,” Quinn's voice is fully in dad mode as he looks around the messy room. 

Jack nods enthusiastically before bidding the small family his goodnights. 

“Thank you for babysitting!” you whisper yell, which Jack responds with a quick thumbs up. 

A second later the guest bedroom door is clicked shut and Quinn and you are left standing in your quiet living room. 

“They're never babysitting again” Quinn sighs, looking down at his daughter who was covered in ice cream. 

“No, they're not” you sigh, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to your daughter's forehead. “Letting a 2 year old tell them what to do… you got those boys wrapped around your finger!” you whisper to your little girl.

[quinnylouhughesx43]

blurb Extension to: Finding out They’re Having A Baby

word count: 1.3k

As if telepathy was real Ellen knocked on the door and entered after announcing herself. “Now that emotions are out. Let’s go both of you, out here. We’re getting this settled, and Luke.” Ellen’s tone of voice started of soft and turned to one only mother ready to discipline has. “Your father and I raised you better than this. I thought you knew better than to raise your voice at your significant other. Even when angry you can keep a level tone of voice.” Luke’s face falls as he glances over at the love of his life. He knew yelling at her was wrong. He knew everything he said to her was wrong.

“Mom, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have talked to her like that.” Luke’s voice was sincere, but it was clear his heart was racing. Ellen was right, when was she wrong? Ellen and Jim did raise Luke better than he was acting at the moment and he was the one feeling sick now for it.

Rosey’s mother had stayed seated on the sofa waiting Ellen to bring them out, a concerned expression etched on her face. She had never seen her daughter this distressed and it was a side of Luke she had never encountered either. They sat down at the small table in Rosey’s dorm room’s common area, the silence echoing around them like a question left unanswered.

Ellen’s eyes bore into Luke’s, her words a gentle yet firm reprimand. “You need to learn to communicate without letting your anger control you. You’re not just hurting Rosey, you’re also damaging the trust between you two. She’s your partner, not someone to be talked down to or dismissed like that. You have to apologize to her, not just to me. Your actions in there were unacceptable and unnecessary. You two acted as adults, you bear the responsibility of adults.” She wasn’t condescending or rude to her youngest son when reprimanding him, but she made sure he knew that she was serious.

Luke nodded solemnly, understanding the gravity of his actions. His eyes reflected the storm of emotions brewing inside him: regret, anger at himself, and a desperate longing to take back his harsh words. He turned to Rosey, who sat with her arms folded tightly across her chest, her eyes downcast. The room felt as if it had shrunk, the weight of the silence pressing down on them like a heavy blanket.

"Rosey," he began, his voice quivering with sincerity. "I'm so sorry for what I said. I had no right to accuse you of joking about something so serious." He reached out a hand to her, but she didn't move to take it. The air was thick with unspoken words and the scent of her perfume, which usually brought him comfort, now seemed to taunt him with its sweetness. He got up off the couch moving to kneel in front of her, “I’m sorry I called you by your legal name..Rosey, honey please.”

Her eyes remained downcast, but he could see the slight tremble in her chin as she tried to hold back tears. He knew he had hurt her deeply, and the sight was like a knife twisting in his gut. The room was a canvas of shadows and soft light, painting a stark contrast to the turmoil inside him.

"Rosey, please," Luke's voice was a whisper, as if the weight of his apology could somehow break the delicate silence. "Look at me." He took a deep breath, bracing himself for her reaction. When she finally met his gaze, her eyes were brimming with unshed tears, and it was all Luke could do to keep his own emotions in check.

Ellen and Rosey's mother exchanged glances, both of them feeling the tension in the room. They had raised their children to communicate with respect and love, and this was a moment of truth for all of them. Luke's mother gave him a subtle nod, urging him to continue, to express the depth of his regret.

"I know you didn't mean to hurt me, Luke," Rosey's voice was barely audible, "but when you shouted like that, it felt like you didn't trust me." She paused, her eyes searching his face for any signs of understanding. "And calling me ‘y/n'... it's like you didn't even see me as the person I have always been to you."

Her words hung in the air, a gentle rebuke that resonated through Luke's entire being. He nodded, his throat feeling as if it had been sewn shut. He desperately wanted to explain, to make her see that his outburst was born from fear and shock, not from a lack of faith in her. But the knot in his throat only grew tighter, making it difficult to breathe, let alone speak. He swallowed hard, trying to dislodge the lump that had formed.

"I know," he croaked out, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you or make you feel like I didn't trust you." He took another deep breath, willing his voice to steady. "It just...it all came out wrong. I was scared, and I didn't know how to handle it." His eyes searched hers, seeking any glimmer of forgiveness or understanding.

Rosey reached out and brushed her hand through his curls, a gesture that was as tender as it was surprising. The touch was feather-light, but it sent a jolt of warmth through him, grounding him in a way that nothing else could. She didn't pull away from his gaze, and the warmth in her eyes grew, slowly thawing the ice that had constricted his throat. It was a silent apology of her own, an acknowledgment that she had contributed to the situation as well.

“Lukey, I’m scared too.. terrified really. But if I have you I think I’ll be just fine yeah?”

The moment the words left her lips, Luke felt the tightness in his chest ease just a bit. Her use of the nickname she had for him brought a ghost of a smile to his face, and he nodded, feeling some of the tension dissipate. He took her hand in his, the warmth of her skin calming the storm in his own.

He leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the back of her hand, his eyes never leaving hers. "So, we're going to be parents, huh?" he whispered to himself, his voice a mix of wonder and fear. The reality of it all was sinking in, but the love he felt for her was unshakeable. He could feel the steady beat of her pulse under his lips, a rhythm that matched his own racing heart.

If Luke knew anything besides hockey, it was that his baby was going to have one hell of a mom. He had seen the way Rosey lit up around children, the gentle way she had with animals, and the fierce determination in her eyes when she set her mind to something. He knew she would be a natural, that she would love and protect their child with every fiber of her being. The thought filled him with a warmth that surpassed the guilt and anger that had consumed him moments ago.

“It may not be what we had planned, but there’s no one else in this world that I would ever, in any lifetime, want to be experiencing this with.” Luke assured Rosey.

Rosey giggled. “Silly boy, we don’t have a plan!”

“I know that I plan to marry you someday.” Luke’s tone was serious and she was shocked silent. “I don’t need to plan for anything else, you’re all I need.”

He gently pulled her into his arms, her eyes widened in surprise but she didn’t resist. He kissed her softly, feeling the tremble of her lips against his own, the sweetness of her breath mingling with his. It was a kiss filled with promise and love, a silent apology for his earlier behavior. He knew that words alone couldn’t erase the hurt, but he hoped that his actions would speak louder than any words could. “I love you, Ro, so so much.”

[thedevilrisen]

Jealous Quinn imagine, please? 🥺

Sure Angel!

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"That's so interesting! What did you say your name was again?"

"Mark. What was yours sweetheart?"

"Y/N"

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"Quinn, mate you look like you're going to kill that poor boy." Brock stated as he sat back down into the booth with his new beer.

"I might just. She giggled at him, giggled! What could he be saying that's giggle worthy?" the man exclaimed

"Your focusing quite a lot on this for someone who says he couldn't care less about who she talked to." Brock spoke matter of factly.

"I don't!" Quinn exclaimed

"Are you sure about that? Your trust seems to have flown out the window 25 minutes ago." Brock the ever observant best friend was treading the very thin line of Quinn's patience.

"It's not her I don't trust. It's the clown sitting next to her." Quinn mumbled into his drink to avoid sounding as petty as he was feeling. However his eyes never left the pair sitting at the bar. "It's fine. I just have to get over myself, she's a big girl she can take care of herself."

"Alright then! How about some pool, I saw a table on my way back from the bar."

"Yeah," He sighed eye flicking back over to the pair once more, "He's touching her!"

Shooting out of the seat and winding his way through the tables he reached the bar, "Hey mate, great conversation. Touch my girlfriend again and I'll touch you rather violently."

"Qui-" you tried to fight as he pulled you from the bar stool and through the patrons to the exit. Once on the side walk he stopped rather abruptly causing you to collide into his muscular chest.

"You still love me right?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure."

"Very."

"I don't want to be seen as toxic but I hate when other guys touch you."

"Well you don't need to threaten them."

"Duly noted"

[stxr-slut]

Hey, how’s it going?!! is it possible that you could write a dad!luke x fem! reader and please make it super duper fluffy. I kinda always imagined Luke as a girl dad!

Sorry it took me so long to get to this. I went through a massive slump, but I'm back, and hopefully, I'll keep it up this time. I realised about halfway through that you might be talking about single dad!luke and so I apologise if this wasn't what you had in mind!

It had been a long day, you'd been yelled st by countless entitled customers st the coffee shop where you worked, and you just wanted to get home.

When you did eventually finish your shift and make your way home, you were insntely net with the sound of giggles as you entered the small house you shared with your fiance, and the young daughter daughter you had together.

You crept up the stairs to your daughters room, not wanting to disturb whatever was happening, and the sight you were met with was nothing short of adorable.

Luke and your daughter were sat on the floor of her bedroom, dolls and teddies making up the rest of the circle, with the little plastic tea cups placed in front of each 'person'

The little girl was smiling and giggling, making up some fake gossip and talking in a posh voice, she was wearing one of her princess dresses, and like had on a tiara and some rather.. messy makeup smudged over his eyes and lips.

The sight melted your heart, making you forget all about your rough day at work.

[mamaestapa]

For dad hockey player blurbs, I NEED to know what type of dad (girl/boy) you think each player you write for is🥹🥹 I love your writing btw! Excited for more hockey

Girl Dad or Boy Dad?|| all players I write for

a/n: AH i love this question, super cute concept!🤍 also thank you so much love! there will be so much hockey stuff coming out so get ready ;)

girl dads🩷:

- luke hughes (screams girl dad)

- jamie drysdale (he will have 3-4 daughters i just know it—they’ll be mine too)

- ethan edwards (just imagining him with a baby girl makes my ovaries explode)

- nico hischier (nico is a girl dad. you can’t change my mind)

boy dads🩵:

- trevor zegras (all boys and they’d be just like him<3)

- luca fantilli (he just radiates boy dad, i can’t explain)

- mark estapa (idk why, hear me out, i get like twin boy vibes from mark. he’d be the best boy dad)

both🩷🩵:

- jack hughes (would have all girls and then a boy as the last baby)

- quinn hughes (one of each 100%)

- rutger mcgroarty (i’m 50/50 about rut. i feel like he’d be the best boy dad, but him with a little girl would be adorable.)

- adam fantilli (two of each! adam would have a big family, idk i just get those vibes)

this was such a cute idea!! definitely gave me so many ideas for some blurbs lol

[letsgetrowdy43]

Hayden has a nightmare and only wants Quinn blurb.

Au Masterlist!!

Honey could hear her loud cries over the baby monitor and was immediately alert as she quietly slid out of bed, careful not to wake a very tired Quinn.

Hayden sat up in her toddler bed, tears rolling down her cheeks as Honey walked in to be met with heartbreak, "what's wrong my love?" the woman asked as Hayden cried even harder, shaking her head and hiding her little face in her hands. "Dada" Hayden wailed as Honey scooped her up, Hayden's face buried in her mom's neck as they made their way to the master bedroom where Quinn was sound asleep.

Honey hummed soft rhythmic lullabies to the little girl as she placed Hayden down on the mattress, and shook Quinn in hopes that he could calm her down. The tiny blonde with messy curls immediately worked her way into Quinn's arms as her tears stopped and the sniffling started.

A yawn left Quinn's lips as he forced his eyes open to look at his daughter whose face was just inches from his, "what's wrong baby?" Hayden's tears started again as she buried her face in her father's chest, "Oh baby, bad dream?" he asked as he hugged her to his chest, as close to him as she could possibly get, Honey frowned and began tickling Hayd's back.

Quinn dis-attached Hayden's death grip from him and placed a short kiss on her cheek before placing the little girl in between him and his wife who watched the encounter through tired eyes. "Dada's got you, nothing to fear my girl," he mumbled as Hayden scooted back over to her father's side and snuggled into him. the tears subsided as the anxiety stopped and her breath evened out into a deep sleep.

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[viennajoell]

Piece by piece

Notes: inspired by piece by piece by Kelly Clarkson

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I never thought I would get in another relationship after my last.

It was very abusive and he left me and my child daisy.

But that’s until I met Quinn.

I ran into him at a coffee shop, literally ran into him spilling coffee all over the both of us

He gave me his number.

I was very hesitant but I texted him and we hit off pretty much right away.

After a couple dates he asked me to be his girlfriend but before I could say yes I had to tell him about daisy.

“Quinn” i say nervously. “It’s okay” he says sounding sad. “No I do but it’s just” I sigh. “It’s what?” He asks. “I have a kid” I reply. I look at his face trying to figure out what’s going on his mind. After a little bit he nods and says “okay”

“Okay?” I ask. “Okay” he nods. “I want you and your kid” he says. I swore in that moment I could cry.

“But piece by piece he collected me”

I didn’t let Quinn meet daisy for three months.

I never told him about daisy’s father either.

I just couldn’t, I was so afraid.

Eventually Quinn met daisy and ever since that day he has been her father.

“He filled the holes that you burned in me”

We took daisy to the the Hughes family lake house to meet everyone in the summer

I was very anxious but they were all so welcoming and sweet towards me and daisy.

Everything was going great until my ex, daisies father found us

I tried to keep everything quiet and very private the best I could but dating a attractive hockey player it was bound people found out.

There was a knock on the door so I go to look with daisy following right besides me.

As soon as I open the door he pins me against the wall.

Ellen comes down the stairs with pure panic in her eyes.

I give her the eyes to get daisy and thankfully she catches on and brings her upstairs.

“You think you could take my fucking daughter from me?!” He yells.

Quinn rounds the corner pushing him off of me and punching him

I didn’t stick around to see what happens after that

I run outside, trying to catch my breath.

Quinn comes out shortly after pulling me into his arms.

“Where’s daisy?” He asks. “You uhm, your mom has her” I say in between sobs.

He holds me, not asking or pushing me to say stuff until my crying begins to stop.

“Let’s go get our girl yeah?” He says giving me a soft smile. I nod and he takes me upstairs to our room where daisy was playing with Ellen.

Ellen hands her off to me, rubbing my back softly before leaving the room.

“So who was that?” Quinn asks in a very soft tone. “Daisies father” I say quietly. He nods not needing anything else to confirm his suspicions.

“I’m not going to let him touch you ever again” he kisses my forehead. “Not you or daisy” he says kissing my forehead once again.

“Piece by piece”

“He restored my faith”

“That a man can be kind”

“And a father should be great”

[bleachedhallways]

lullaby & goodnight. ⌇ lrh.

A/N: i have a soft spot for dad!au’s & the idea of luke being a father makes me super soft, so i wanted to indulge in my silly little fantasies.

summary: in which, your daughter is having a hard time falling asleep & luke knows exactly how to center her.

word count: 1,000+ words.

“Ollie, baby, please–”

“No.” The young girl pouts, arms crossed over her chest with her favorite plush toy held in the grip of her tiny fingers. “No, no, no!”

“Ophelia, you need to sleep. How else will you have the energy to hang out with Daddy tomorrow?” A rhetorical question, yet you hope your five-year-old has the understanding and sense to answer it; Ophelia was incredibly smart for her age and seemed to be quite mature, however, she was a child and children will do as they please, no matter how old of a soul they already seem to be. 

The tiny blonde shakes her head dramatically before looking away from you. At this point, you’re ready to admit defeat and let her stay up for as long as she wants, or at least, until she tires herself out doing whatever it was that she wanted to do. However, you wanted to sleep and your husband was in your home studio, finishing up a tune that he’d been working on for days, so grabbing him to help with your stubborn daughter was, in your mind, out of the question. You couldn’t leave her unattended, you’d feel like a shitty mother if you did and Ollie was too young to be on her own. 

“Is there anything I can do to help you fall asleep?” You inquire, eyebrows knit together in hopes that there was a solution to this scenario. You’re met with large, doe-like eyes, the hue of them a replica of your own. Your daughter’s gaze is innocent, yet a hint of mischief lies in the depths of her irises. 

“No, but Daddy can.” 

Of course. Ophelia was a Daddy’s girl, through and through. She and Luke shared a bond unlike one you’ve ever encountered and had each other wrapped around their fingers. Whenever you three had family outings, there were moments where you felt like you were third wheeling; it was simply your husband and your daughter’s world and you were just living in it – happily, obviously. You don’t think you’d have it any other way. Sharing life with the two of them was one of the greatest gifts you’d ever received. 

“Ol, Daddy’s busy right now.”

Ophelia wasn’t having it. She would not take ‘no’ for an answer, “I can wait for him!”

You blink twice, unsure of what to say to the child in front of you. The sound of a door opening and closing gains your attention, footsteps getting louder as they come down the hall and stop. 

Luke pokes his head into the dimly lit bedroom your daughter occupies, a gentle, tired smile on his face. “Ladies,” He greets the both of you, “everything okay in here?” he adds, eyebrows raising slightly. 

“Ollie is having a bit of trouble getting to bed.” You reply, your gaze averting from your husband to your little girl, who looks very pleased with herself; she’s about to get exactly what she wanted. 

“Oh, yeah? Can I help?” Luke offers, fully entering the room. He sits on the edge of the twin sized bed covered in pale yellow sheets, stuffed animals crammed against the headboard. 

Ophelia abandons her plush toy, leaning into her father’s hold as he opens his arms and cuddles her into his chest. A lighthearted chuckle leaves your husband’s lips, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he looks at you, “Sorry, baby. I guess I’m what she needed.”

“Figures,” You sigh, a grin pulling at your lips. “She’s got you wrapped, Lu.”

“Definitely,” He agrees, before turning his attention back to your daughter. “Alright, miss. How can I help you sleep, hm?” 

Silence fills the room as your daughter thinks for a brief moment. She’ll milk Luke for all the time that he’s willing to give her, there’s no doubt about that. Doe eyes look up, blinking innocently to really make sure he’s ready to deliver. “Sing to me, pretty please?”

Luke doesn’t waste any time in giving in to her command. If a lullaby is what she wants? It’s what she’ll get. “I can do that for you. Anything you’re wanting to hear?”

“No- wait, can I get comfy?” She asks, pulling away from her father a bit. Luke nods, shifting from his space on the edge of the bed, which prompts you to also get up in order to allow for your daughter to get comfortable under the sheets. Once she’s settled, you and your husband snuggle in on either side of her, wrapping your arms around the girl you both love most. 

“Ready, sweetheart?” Luke hums, oceanic eyes peering down at your daughter. He always looks at her with so much love and so much pride, you swear that every time you see it, your heart swells up with affection. 

Ophelia nods, her gaze trained on her father as he begins to sing softly, “Take my hand, now and forever…” 

As he continues to sing, his melodic voice filling up the space, you watch as the melody flowing from Luke’s lips sends your daughter into a blissful, serene state. Her eyes get droopy as each second passes, the calm atmosphere and warmth provided by her loving parents causing sleep to overtake her. Soon enough, her head is slumped against the pillows, her face slightly buried in the Pink Floyd shirt your husband donned. 

Your eyes meet Luke’s when you’re sure that Ophelia is sound asleep, quietly mouthing a ‘thank you’ to him. If it weren’t for him and his incredible knowledge of what your child needed, you doubt she’d be asleep by now. He smiles, blinking sleepily at you before gingerly leaving the softness your daughter’s bed provides, holding out his hand for you to take in order to leave her room. 

With a flip of a switch, the dimly lit room is drowned in darkness, save for the pink hued night light plugged into the wall. Luke closes the door as you both exit, then wraps his arm around you and leads you to your own bedroom, sighing dreamily as the prospect of sleep draws closer with each step you take.

[martiny0rk]

if the devils win tonight this will be written and out by tomorrow

[sinning5sos]

Having a baby with Luke would include...

3/4 in the father-to-be series :

Luke ~ so nervous to be a father that he overcompensates for everything during your pregnancy

You were humming to yourself in the kitchen, the smell of chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven throughout the air and Luke came in through the front door.

“Honey I’m home!” He called out, and you smiled as he found his way to the kitchen, “Oh you can smell those suckers outside.”

“Sorry, had a craving,” You answered and he chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you, his hands gliding over your stomach.

“I love your cravings,” He murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the base of your neck, “And I love you. How’s baby Hemmings and Mama Hemmings?”

“Baby is content now that they’ve had some cookie dough, Mama is tired because the baby won't let me sleep.”

“How about I finish baking and you go lay down?” He offered, and you giggled as you shook your head.

“I don’t want hockey pucks Lu,” You replied, and he rolled his eyes but accepted it.

“Fine, but I’ll at least order dinner and pick out a movie. What sort of food are you thinking of?”

“Hmm, I could go for some Chinese or even just pasta. Something with noodles I guess.” You responded, and he nodded as he moved from behind you and sat at the counter instead.

“Two more months baby,” He had a big smile on his face as he said, “I’m going to put the crib together tomorrow and then we can finish painting the nursery.” 

“Sounds good to me. Have you ordered the food yet?” You asked, and he chuckled.

“It’ll be here in twenty, think you can make it that long?” He asked. You shook your head then opened the fridge again, looking for some sort of snack until then. 

“It seems that it doesn’t matter how much I eat, I’m just always hungry.” You mumbled, grabbing a cheese stick from the bottom drawer and sat next to him at the island.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” He murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and you leaned into his touch.

“Many times, but I’d love to hear it again.”

“I love you, and the baby that you are carrying and the life that we get to live together.” He murmured, “I love your strength and your joy.”

“I love you too,” You whispered, turning his chin so you could kiss him properly.

Other pregnancy things would include - 

His head laying in your lap and singing to your stomach

Gasping so loudly when he could feel the baby kick or move at all

Lots of support from his family, including Liz ordering a sweatshirt for herself that says Nana Hemmings on it

Special souvenirs from all the places he would go to

Like an entire shelf of snowglobes or silly stuffed animals

Luke would be ready the entire last few weeks of your pregnancy

Like anything out of the normal he’s trying to rush you to the hospital and you’d have to talk him down every time

Until finally you are going into labor but you’re trying to convince him that it’s not until he’s fully panicking and calling the hospital and his mom and your mom

[33-81]

The danger gets me high, and I can't help myself

[luvhughes43]

cuddles | quinn hughes x reader

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request: i NEED more quinn fluff esp dad!quinn it's really getting to me 😮‍💨

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“Dada?” your two year old daughter asked as soon as she woke up from her nap.

“Baby, daddys out with uncle Jack and Luke on the boat, he’ll be back soon!” you whispered reassuringly to her as she tried pushing her hair out of her face. “Dada back soon?” your daughter repeats and you just nodded saying, “yes baby dada be back soon”.

Your daughter kept asking for Quinn, and knowing she wouldn't be able to fall back asleep without her dads cuddles, you took her outside to wait on the back deck. 

Soon enough, you saw the boys pulling up to the dock. Your daughter was all babbles and giggles as soon as she spotted her dad stepping off the boat. She quickly sat down at the edge of the deck steps scooting the rest of the way down the stairs. 

“DADA!” she squealed toddling into Quinns outstretched arms. “Hi baby,” Quinn coos, picking her up off the ground and holding her tightly. You could hear her giggles all the way up from your spot on the deck as Quinn started kissing her cheeks. 

“How was your nap?” Quinn asked and your daughter started babbling loudly, as if she was trying to explain some complex dream. “Yeah? That good huh” Quinn chuckled, smiling down at his precious daughter in his arms. 

“Aye there’s my girl!” Jack called out as soon as he caught sight of the little girl in Quinns arms.

“Unca Jack!!” Your girl screamed in delight as her uncle Jack took her out of Quinns arms and began to spin her around. “Wuke wuke!” she screeched out as soon as the spinning stopped. 

Luke walked up to his brothers and the little girl made grabby hands for him. Luke scooped the girl out of his brother's arms and ruffled her hair. “What are the plans for the rest of the day?” he asked his brothers but was quickly interrupted by a small voice shouting “ice cream! Ice cream!” causing all three boys to laugh.

“Whatever you want kid” Jack said, moving to ruffle his niece's hair just as Luke had done moments before. 

After some ice cream, everyone was back out on the deck watching the sunset. Your daughter sat in Jack’s lap, leaning into his chest as her eyes kept fluttering shut. “You getting sleepy?” Jack asked the little girl who nodded and rubbed at her eyes tiredly.

“I go to dada now?” she asked, looking up at her uncle. 

“But I want to cuddle!” Jack jokingly pouted at the little girl, causing her to frown. “Dadas better unca Jack!” she said as if Jack should have known that his brother was way better at cuddling.

Jack just laughed out an okay as he passed your daughter back over to Quinn. “She said you're better than me at cuddling” he pouted again for dramatic effect.

Quinn wrapped his daughter up in his arms and rocked her back and forth, “what can I say? She loves her dad”. Quinn smiled down at his daughter as she started snoring softly in his arms.

[quinnylouhughesx43]

Rosey Red

summary: quick blurb (rough rough rough writing) on how y/n got the nickname rosey.

notes: UPDATED 6/21!! Still rough writing im exhausted and i wrote through tumblr drafts but i fixed spelling errors and added some details. hoping to get the new word count when i get to my laptop top!!I will most likely rewrite this so it isn’t such icky writing when I’m not at work. I got asked to stay over :(

word count: unsure now that it’s updated

This takes place around age 11, mid-January for it to be so cold.

It was the dead of winter, -4° Fahrenheit, and the three Hughes brothers were out in the street playing ball hockey. Having the time of their lives, or at least that’s what it looked like to those who caught a glimpse of them. The girl who lived directly across from the boys’ house, often watched them play from her living room window. Today was no exception to the rest, standing behind the window wrapped up in a cozy blanket while sipping hot chocolate she watched them run back and forth.

Despite the freezing temperatures she couldn’t help but be drawn outside by the boys' laughter and energetic game. Luke, the youngest Hughes, noticed her first. He paused, mid-swing for his shot with a wide grin spreading across his face, and he waved over to her. "Hey, want to join us?" he asked jogging over to her. Her eyes widened a little as she considered the invitation. Her and Luke were in the same class at school and knew of each other, but didn’t speak to one another unless they were grouped up. Their friend groups didn’t cross paths often, if at all. So the fact that Luke spoke to her, let alone invited her to join their game, it surprised her. After a moment of sheer shock shook through her, she nodded, setting her mug down on the porch railing. "Uhm sure, but I've never played before," she admitted, a bit embarrassed but excited at the chance to join her neighbors, and her classmate - the boy every guy wants to be friends with and every girl wants to ‘date’.

“Luuuuke! If she’s never played before we will have to explain everything.” Both of the younger children whip their heads towards the slightly older boy who was whining.

“Oh. If I am going to be a problem I won’t play. I can keep watching from my window.” Defeated she turned to go back into her house. Luke reached out and grabbed her wrist before she could grab her door knob. Luke was unsure what to say. He’d never grabbed ahold of a girl before with the intent to have her stick around. He acted impulsively. He knew that he was intrigued by her at school and he saw an opportunity to get to know her outside of school. A chance to be friends where their other friends’ opinions didn’t matter.

In the moment he says the first thing he thinks, “Wait.. Please? My brother Jack he is just so, well he’s all hockey and nothing else really and takes every style serious. He can play with Quinn and we can hang out?” He talked so fast he had to pause to catch his breath. “We could go watch a movie at my house or play a game or something .” He finished his offer plea and shifted awkwardly, silently pleading for her to come with him.

Her expression slowly shifted from upset that Jack had denied Luke’s invitation for her to join them, back to pleased.

“What do ya say Rosey?” He asks as she’d been quiet for quite some time. “Rosey? That’s… That isn’t my name.” She quietly mumbles, her cheeks darkening more than they were tinged from the blistering cold. “I know.” Luke chuckled a bit and shook his head. “I know that it is y/n, but I’m going to call you Rosey. Every time I catch you looking at me and smile back, your cheeks turn this Rosey red color.” Luke gave her a big cheeky smile. The kind of smile that crinkles the corner of your eyes. “Come on my mom has cookies and the best cozy blankets. I bet it’s better than the one you were bundled up in earlier. Plus your rosey red cheeks are giving you away for how cold you are”.

And from that day on, she was Rosey to the Hughes’s and to any one she was introduced to by Luke.

note: hii thank you for reading this blurb about Luke and Rosey! keep in mind Rosey is intended to be the fem!reader. I wanted to try something different for this au/series. I wanted to be able to write with the female reader and luke as the main characters in the piece and not consistently use y/n every time someone speaks about her. I feel like it will flow better. When we get to the point where we have other people’s as the main characters or thoughts, depending on who it is, Rosey will be referred to as y/n.

[thedevilrisen]

"Stop trying to get me to walk under the mistletoe!" with Jack please !!

Can do, angel! I have had two requests for this so I'm going to just mesh them into one!

You had just finished decorating for Christmas with your boyfriend Jack, you had put up the tree, hung the Christmas lights off the balcony and put little Christmas themed nick nacks you had found at target earlier.

While all the decorations were done, you felt like something was missing, more like smelt like something was missing. That's why you had told Jack you were heading out, jumped in the car and drove down to the grocery shop to purchase the ingredients to make gingerbread cookies!

What you hadn't anticipated was your boyfriend's evil streak to shine through while you were gone.

"Jack, I'm home!" you called out, kicking off your shoes in the entryway, and manovering around the dinning room table to get to the kitchen so you could place your bags down onto the bench.

"Hello, baby!" he smiled as he traipsed into the kitchen. You should of suspected something when he moved you to certain spot in the kitchen. "You've gotta kiss me."

"What?"

"Look up, baby." he spoke lowly.

Looking up you saw the clusters of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling fan.

"Jacky!" you laughed, faces moving in sync to get close enough so you could share a sweet kiss.

"I've go the stuff for cookies, want to help me bake them?"

"Yeah, I'll help!"

"Ok, I'll unpack the stuff and you go put on some Christmas music." you instructed, already starting to pull ingredients from the bag."

"Alright, but wait."

"What?" you asked as he pulled you back under the ceiling fan. Half laughing, half sighing you leant up and kissed him again. He pulled away with an excited grin and rushed off to presumably, retrieve his phone.

-

Once he was back, the Christmas songs blasting, and the bench covered in flour, Jack had made it a game to see how many times he could pull you under that piece of fake mistletoe plant.

Twice when you went to pre-heat the oven, once on your way there and once on your way back. Once when you moved to the sink to wash some of the sticky dough of your hand. Thrice as you put all the trays of gingerbread cookies into the oven. Twice while you were waiting for them to cook, and finally when you was trying to pull the burning hot trays of biscuits out of the oven.

"Jack!" you shouted "Stop trying to get me to walk under the mistletoe!"

"Wh-"

"I'm holding a burning tray of biscuits and could hurt someone with it." you reasoned "let me get them out, and while they're cooling, we can move the mistletoe to just above the couch."

"Now that's a compromise I'll take!" he said, reaching for the fake plant on the fan, grabbing it and running of to the living room with it.

-:-

Thank you requesting, hope you enjoy!

[astars-things]

Dad day Luke hughes

"bye baby be good for mom okay" Luke on his knees in front of you whispering to your baby bump

ever since you found out you were expecting Luke always talked to your bump or always had to be touching it

as he was kissing your belly your baby decided to head bump Luke

"Heyy that wasn't very nice" Luke whined soon he said goodbye to you before heading out the door to practice

He couldn't wait to tell duker and eddy about his interaction with his unborn baby