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I finished the epilogue for the first time yesterday :]

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Nope not again

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JACK SMITH FOR PRESIDENT

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[rgwriteshockey]

lakehouse summer w/ will smith ⇒

will smith x hughes!reader

summary: will smith, dating y/n hughes, faces teasing from her protective brothers jack and quinn during a summer lake house visit.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: jack and quinn teasing

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it’s a blistering saturday afternoon in july, and will smith is sitting on the porch of the lake house, staring out at the water. the sun’s reflecting off the lake in a way that’s almost blinding, and the air is thick with the promise of humidity. he takes a sip of his iced coffee, the cool liquid a stark contrast to the heat wrapping around him, and tries to focus on the sound of the wind rustling the trees.

beside him, y/n is lounging, her feet dangling over the edge of the porch, her sunglasses perched atop her head. she's wearing a hot pink bikini with one of wills shirts on top of it. will’s not sure how they ended up here—just the two of them, on the porch at jack and quinn’s lake house—but it’s nice. it’s peaceful.

until, of course, jack and quinn show up.

"you guys need help with anything?" quinn calls from the yard, his voice loud and obnoxious as he jogs up to the porch, a grin plastered across his face. jack trails behind him, carrying a cooler and a six-pack of beer, looking far too relaxed for someone who’s apparently planning to ruin will’s afternoon.

will sighs. he’s used to this. jack and quinn have been friends with him for a while now, but that doesn’t mean they’ve ever been shy about teasing him. especially when it comes to y/n. and y/n, of course, being the youngest and slightly more innocent of the group, is always a target too.

“you two good out here?” jack asks, winking at y/n, and giving will a look that’s probably meant to be subtle, but it’s anything but.

y/n rolls her eyes, nudging will’s shoulder playfully. “don’t even start,” she says, the tone of her voice soft but knowing. she’s heard it all before.

“start?” quinn laughs, his eyes narrowing in mock suspicion. “we’re just making sure you two aren’t... getting too comfortable out here. no need to rush it, huh?”

will immediately feels himself getting defensive. “we’re fine,” he says quickly, a little too quickly, but he’s not about to let them make it awkward. “just enjoying the day.”

jack drops the cooler onto the table and raises an eyebrow, looking between will and y/n. “enjoying the day, huh? is that what we’re calling it now?” he smirks at y/n. “are you sure about that?”

y/n laughs softly, her shoulders shaking as she tries to hide her amusement behind her sunglasses. “you guys are unbelievable,” she mutters, shaking her head.

“hey, we’re just making sure will’s treating you right,” quinn teases, his grin widening. “he’s a hockey player, y/n, you gotta keep your standards high.” he looks at will with a playful but pointed look, and will can’t help but feel a little hot under the collar. “can’t have you falling for a guy who might be too focused on pucks and not enough on... whatever else you’re into.”

“oh, god,” y/n groans, covering her face with her hands. “i didn’t sign up for this.”

“don’t worry, y/n,” jack says with a grin. “we’re just here to keep will on his toes. you know, make sure he doesn’t get too comfortable.”

will throws his head back, exasperated. “seriously? you guys can’t leave it alone for five minutes?”

“nah, we’re just having a little fun,” quinn says, throwing an arm around will’s shoulders in a way that’s way too casual. “besides, we all know how protective older brothers can be, right, jack?”

“hey, you think i’m bad?” jack laughs, shooting quinn a glance. “just wait until we get luke out here. he’s gonna have a lot to say about will.”

“don’t remind me,” will says, holding his hand up in mock surrender. “i’m gonna need a few beers before that conversation happens.”

y/n leans back, putting her feet up on the railing, clearly unbothered by the ongoing teasing. “you’re both insane,” she says. “but i’m used to it by now.”

“well, we’re not the ones dating will,” quinn says, waggling his eyebrows at y/n. “so, who’s the real crazy one?”

y/n shakes her head but can’t hold back her smile. “you two are ridiculous.”

“hey, we’re just looking out for our little sister,” jack says with a serious face, though it’s totally ruined by the grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “wouldn’t want her to fall into the wrong hands.”

will narrows his eyes, though he’s trying not to laugh. “i’m sitting right here, you know?”

quinn snickers. “oh, we know. trust me, we know.”

“god, i swear,” will mutters, but he’s chuckling now, because despite the teasing, he’s not mad. he actually kind of likes it. it’s a little weird, a little annoying, but it’s also kind of... sweet. jack and quinn are just protective older brothers, and he gets that. it’s kind of endearing, even though it’s at his expense.

“you two can keep talking all you want,” y/n says, looking at will with a smile that makes him feel a little lighter. “but i’m gonna enjoy my summer. let’s just sit here and not let them ruin it for us.”

will grins. “that’s the spirit.”

the conversation shifts again as they start talking about the plan for the evening—something about a bonfire and marshmallows, and maybe some more teasing from jack and quinn. but for now, will’s content. they’re all together, and the sun’s starting to dip lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the lake.

later that night, they’re sitting around the bonfire, the flames crackling and dancing in the cool evening air. everyone’s laughing and joking, the sound of waves gently lapping against the shore in the distance. will can feel the heat of the fire on his face, but it’s a welcome contrast to the chill in the air.

“you guys think you’ll make it to the lake next weekend?” quinn asks, taking a sip from his beer. “or are you both too busy being all coupley and stuff?” he gives a mocking sigh. “sooo romantic.”

y/n rolls her eyes. “we’re not that bad,” she protests, though her cheeks are a little flushed.

“nah, they’re totally a thing now,” jack says with a fake dramatic gasp. “i can already see it. you two, holding hands by the fire, watching the sunset, all that cheesy stuff.”

will feels himself blush but tries to brush it off. “you know, you guys are really starting to get on my nerves.”

“aw, poor will,” quinn teases, clearly enjoying himself. “don’t worry, we’re just making sure you’re up to snuff. y/n deserves the best.”

“well, i’m right here,” y/n says, looking amused, though a little embarrassed too. “and i don’t think i need you two to remind me every two seconds.”

“ah, but we do,” jack says, completely serious, and for a moment, will thinks jack’s not messing around. “you’re our little sister. we’ll never stop looking out for you.”

y/n gives him a fond but exasperated look. “okay, okay, i get it. you guys are protective.”

“only because we care,” quinn adds, grinning as he raises his bottle of beer. “now, where’s that marshmallow?”

they end up roasting marshmallows until they’re too full to eat any more, and the teasing dies down for a bit, the group settling into an easy rhythm as the night drifts on. will’s glad to have y/n here, to be part of this strange, welcoming family of hers. it’s funny—he never imagined that he’d be in a situation like this, where the teasing feels less like an attack and more like... a weird kind of affection.

but as the night goes on, with jack and quinn’s light-hearted banter and y/n’s quiet laughter beside him, he realizes that this is just how they show they care. and honestly, it’s not so bad. he can handle the teasing.

“hey,” y/n whispers to him as the fire burns down to embers. “don’t let them get to you too much.”

will smiles, feeling the warmth of the fire, of her, and the laughter of her brothers still floating in the air. “i think i can handle it.”

"good," she says, leaning her head on his shoulder as they watch the fire fade. "because they're never going to stop."

will laughs softly, wrapping an arm around her. "i’ll survive."

and in the end, he knows she’s right. jack and quinn will never stop teasing him, and he’s pretty sure that’s exactly how it’s supposed to be.

[uluvjay]

Unexpected- W. Smith

Will Smith x Hughes! Sister

In which your brothers were not expecting to find a boy in your bed when they came to visit

Warnings?; cursing, anxiety, judgmental brothers, fluff, sorry for any errors!

“Dude just use your key.” Quinn grumbled to Jack as he continued to knock on your apartment door.

“I don’t want to invade her privacy.” Jack huffed.

“She came into our apartment to surprise us that one time.” Luke shrugged reminding his brother of the time they came home to find you on their couch.

“What if she’s like-i don’t know..not decent?” Jack cringed.

“Oh my god-move, I’ll just use mine.” Quinn huffed as he pushed his younger brother out of the way.

The boys had been texting you nonstop attempting to get an answer from you especially after their consistent knocking hadn’t worked and Quinn was tired of waiting.

Jack and Luke played the bruins in two days and having a short gap in his schedule Quinn decided to join his brothers on a surprise visit to their baby sister before he had to return to a hectic season.

Pushing open the sleek door of your apartment they were met with your natural vanilla scent, by the door was your messy shoe rack, umbrellas, coats, your keys on a hook, and hockey sticks-wait, why the hell would you have that many hockey sticks?

“Why does she hav-ow what the?” Luke began but was cut off as his foot came into contact with a hefty hockey bag and he went stumbling forward.

“Umm..why the hell is there usa hockey bag in her entryway?” Jack questioned, looking between his brothers with a raised eyebrow.

“The fuck are you asking us for?” Quinn spoke quietly.

“Why are you whispering?”

“Because you dumbass her keys are here, which means she’s probably sleeping still.” Quinn replied.

The boys looked around your apartment a bit more, keeping quiet as they walked through the living room area and kitchen.

Jack and Quinn knew the layout well as this was their graduation gift towards you, they felt unsafe with you living on campus and despite your protests when you opened the box revealing keys, you had been living here since the fall.

“Uh guys..there’s a gold medal on her living room table.” Luke choked.

“What?” Jack asked as he rushed in from the kitchen.

Meeting his brothers in the living room his eyes met the good medal that was in fact sitting pretty in the middle of your coffee table.

“Usa bag, sticks, and a gold medal? Shes dating one of the Bc guys that just won at world juniors. She has to be.” Luke laughed looking up at his older brothers.

Jack was the first to take off down the hall and towards your cracked bedroom door, both defensemen following closely behind him.

Quietly pushing your door open they found you asleep on your back, a Boston college hockey shirt on, thank god Jack thought.

And on your chest was a head of blonde curls, one of your hands resting on the boys shoulder peacefully while one of his arms was thrown around your waist.

Retreating to your living room the three men huddled together.

“He looks familiar.” Jack spoke up.

“His name is will something, he just got drafted.” Luke confirmed remembering his face from the draft.

“It’s Will smith. He went fourth overall to the sharks.” Quinn spoke showing his brothers the boy’s Instagram page.

“What do we do now?” Luke questioned, not sure where they should go from here.

“We wait.” Jack smirked and moved to make himself comfortable on your large sectional.

-

A little over an hour later they heard soft voices coming from your room, quite good mornings and the sound of lips connecting.

“Breakfast?” They heard you question and will confirm with a soft yeah.

Making your way out of your bedroom and down the hall you felt your heart drop into your stomach and a scream escape at the sight of three large figures sat on your couch.

“What the hell are you doing here!?” You shrieked once you realized it was your brothers.

“Came to see you, why? Is there something your hiding from us?” Jack smirked as his eyes dropped from you to gold medal on your table and back to you.

You followed his eyesight and worry filled you as you remembered that your boyfriend, who was fresh out of Sweden had all of his things here, the boyfriend your brothers also have no idea about.

“Shit. J-just give me a second.” You groaned as you turned around and pushed a curious Will back into your room before shutting the door.

“Everything okay?” He questioned as the noticeable worry etched on your face.

“My brothers are here.” You spoke quietly.

“Your brothers? As in all three?” Will asked.

“Yep.” You spoke popping the ‘p’ before continuing.

“Came to surprise me, turns out they were a bit more surprised when they found all of your usa stuff.” You laughed.

“Wh-what uh, what are we going to do?” He coughed.

It’s not that Will was necessarily scared of your brothers, he’d already met your parents and talked to your dad regularly about hockey. But brothers are different, especially your brothers. You four have a bond he’s never seen before and the protectiveness they have over you is strong.

“You’re going to have to come out and meet them.” You shrugged.

“Right now?”

“No tomorrow at four. Yes right now will! They’re literally sitting in my living room waiting.” You spoke.

“Okay.” He breathed.

“Okay?”

“Yeah, let’s do this” he nodded confidently.

“I love you and you know I wont let them kill your right?” You laughed as you took his cheeks into your hands.

“I know, I love you too.” He smiled and you placed a light kiss on his lips before turning around and leading him into your living room.

To say the sight In front of him wasn’t intimidating wouldn’t be a lie, despite being around the same height as all three men their broody stance snd interrogating stares had will feeling a bit nervous.

The three nhl stars were dressed in all black, hoodies, joggers, and beanies as they stood around the living room table looking Will up and down.

“Boys this is my boyfriend Will, Will these are my brothers, Jack, Quinn, and Lukey.” You smiled.

Despite the circumstances you were happy to have your brothers here and it felt good to be back in their presence.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Will smiled as he reached a hand out.

All three looked at his hand but Quinn was the first to move in and shake it, locking wills hand in a tight grip.

The other two followed after Quinn, their grips just as if not tighter around Wills hand. You could see the gears turning in Luke’s head and that soon questions would be flying out left and right, and before you started to answer them you needed food.

“Why don’t we talk over breakfast? There’s an amazing place down the street.” You suggested and thankfully everyone agreed to a nice meal.

-

Forty-five minutes later you were all gathered at a table at the small restaurant down the road, coffees in your brothers hands while you and Will both chose a nice glass of Oj.

“So” Quinn coughed, “how’d you two meet?”

“Izzy is dating his friend Ryan, they introduced us and we hit it off pretty well so we exchanged numbers and went on a few dates. The rest was history after that.” You smiled.

Izzy was your best friend from back home, the boys knew her so well she was practically another sister to them and she was a big contributor to your decision to come to Boston college instead of Umich.

“Hmm, where’d you take her for the first date?” Luke spoke up.

“Mini golf, got my ass kicked though. Didn’t realize someone could be so good at it.” Will laughed at the memory.

“Y/n is an amazing golfer, she does it quite a bit over the summers.” Jack nodded.

“Best in the family i’d say.” You smirked.

“Okay don’t get ahead of yourself now.” Luke scoffed.

“So you’re a sharks prospect right?” Jack asked.

“Uh yeah, they drafted me this past spring.” Will smiled.

The questions kept up until the food came, but they began to get more relaxed and generic after a while. The boys began to asked will more about school and how it was a world juniors and soon they were all sharing laughs.

“You know, that wasn’t really the way I wanted to find out my baby sister had a boyfriend but you’re a cool kid Will.” Quinn smiled.

“Thank you, she’s amazing. Out my league really.” Will blushed as you elbowed him in his side.

“That’s true, but as long as you treat her right and make her happy then we like you.” Jack spoke softly.

“But don’t think we won’t flatten your ass out on the ice if you ever hurt her.” Luke smirked.

Will nodded with a winded expression and and awkward silence crowded the table before the ringing of Quinn’s phone broke through.

“Oh, it’s mom.” He smirked right at Will and it took everything in you to hold down your laugh.

“Hey mom!” He greeted her warmly.

“Hi sweetie, just checking if you got into your sisters.” She spoke.

“Oh yeah we got in, found quite the surprise to.” Jack laughed.

“Oh really? What happened.”

Quinn turned the screen around to show your mother Will and while they were all expecting her to freak out their expressions dropped the second they heard her voice.

“Will! How are you doing honey?” She asked excitedly.

“I’m good Mrs. Hughes, how about you.” Your boyfriend smiled.

“Oh I told you to knock that Mrs. Hughes off! I’m good though honey thank you for asking.” She smiled.

“Let me find Jim really fast, he’ll want to say hi.” Your mother spoke up.

You released a giggle at the shock and confusion that was written on your brother’s faces. Their eyebrows were all pulled together as they shared a look of confusion.

“Will! How are you buddy.” Your father greeted.

“I’m good Jim, how about you?”

“I’m good son, my boys haven’t given you and my girl any trouble have they?”Your father questioned.

“No, it’s been okay.” Will laughed.

The conversation kept up for a moment but your mother ultimately decided to hang up when Jack kept whining about her not telling them you had a boyfriend.

“I can’t believe they knew!” He groaned.

“I told them first, wanted to make sure they liked him.” You shrugged.

“This is unbelievable.” He pouted and that’s how the rest of your day continued until your mom apologized and offered to bake him his favorite homemade goods the next time she visited.

-



[bohemianblasphemy]

Heist.

Billy Butcher x fem!reader

You and Billy team up for an undercover mission in Vought Tower to corner a target for information. Pretending to be a couple was proven to be more realistic than you both bargained for.

Contains: canon violence, gun use, jealous butcher, Mr and Mrs Smith vibes, Billy turned on by reader being a badass, incel vibes from a target, Smut, Car sex, unprotected P in V, creampie, Oral (f! Receiving), handjob, bad writing

A/N: Is it after 3am as I post this? Yes but we back with some Billy goodness! I hope you enjoy ✨

The Boys had a new target - Stan Edgar’s assistant- who was linked to Homelander’s next shady gig, and you were gonna find out what it was. And what better way to get to that information is to be undercover at Vought’s annual celebration of the Seven?

Frenchie, with his self proclaimed ‘Jack of all trades’ skills managed to scrub up some phoney invites for Butcher and yourself, made up with fake aliases - an English tycoon and his brand owner girlfriend- totally inconspicuous.

“You right there, love?”

Billy’s voice cut through the moment of disassociation you were experiencing, wall-flowering the cream colour marbled decor of the Vought Tower walls.

“As good as I can be being in this fucking hellhole, plus my feet are killing me in these heels.” You replied back, pupils raking in his all black suit.

His shirt buttoned all the way to the top and dressed with a tie- it was such a different sight of his usual attire, but did it look hot?

Absolutely it did.

His eyes grazed over the floor length strapless dress that hugged your figure, your hair pinned into a messy updo with a striking red lip that pulled the entire look together.

He thought you looked so damn beautiful…

With a clear of his throat, he squashed those thoughts down into his chest - they both had a job to do.

“Frenchie, have you got eyes on the target?” You murmured, hoping that the ear piece could pick up your hushed tone.

“Target is all the way over in the corner of the ballroom, Mes Amours. Get yourselves over there, pretend you love each other.” Frenchies crackled voice was laced with a teasing tone, before cutting off.

Butcher sighed and rolled his eyes slightly, but couldn’t help the flush that danced along his collar before turning to you, feigning that smirk he always adorned with.

“Shall we then, love?” He offered his arm, which you took a little too eagerly. He didn’t take mind to it - after all It was just for show right?

Right?

Making your way through the crowd, the overwhelmingly pretentious ‘I’m richer and better than you’ conversation was the hot topic amongst the wealthy guests invaded your ears, almost threatening to give you a headache.

Your eyes swung to glance at Butcher, his expression slightly stern as he observed the room. There was no way of steering your attention away from him, not when he looked that good in a suit.

“You’re starin’…” his gruff voice hit your ear, making you snap out of your hypnosis. “Lookin’ at me like you wanna jump my bones, sweetheart…” pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear.

The action brought a sudden spark to your system- was that apart of the act? Or was it real? Your brain was in overdrive as you tried to interpret what it meant.

Stop it. Focus.

You cleared your throat, trying to ignore what had just happened. “Jesus, you’d think these people would at least have a personality.” You feigned a chuckle to change the subject, bringing up the pile of the snobs that were lined up like sardines on the floor. He chuckled, letting it go this time. “Nothing in those brains of theirs love, only money in their pockets.”

Scanning around the sea of people as you settled in your own little corner, your eyes fell on the target who was attempting to chat up one of the many beautiful women in the room- only to be rejected once more.

The scowl on his features was amusing to say the least, similar to how a child would look if they had their iPad taken away from them.

“Eyes are on the subject Frenchie, I have an idea…” you spoke without faltering your expression as you turned to butcher. He raised a brow at you, an expectant look formed as he waited for you to explain your plan.

“Go over to that bar, wait for me to give you a signal.” You created a gesture for butcher to recognise. “Wait what’re you gonna do?” “You’ll see, trust me.” You gave him a reassuring squeeze on his bicep, eyes flicking to his before turning on your heel as you strutted toward the target. Billy watched as you swayed your hips just that little bit, his unsavoury imagination picturing what you would look like with that dress ripped off of you-

“Butcher, what the fuck is she doing?!” Frenchie spoke into the ear piece, a mix of concern and annoyance, giving poor Billy boy a fright. “Fuck knows, French. Just keep an eye out if this go sideways yeah?” Billy sighed, before making his way to the bar- a whiskey on the rocks being poured for him as he watched you like a hawk.

You took a deep breath as you approached the wimpy assistant, hearing him muttering to himself about how ‘all women are the same’- great, one of those guys.

“Well… hey there.” You grimaced at your sham seductive voice, but it didn’t seem to faze the assistant- his attention turning to you. “O-oh hello, um… I’m uh-“ he fumbled as he muttered his name, as he tried to straighten out his suit jacket and adjust his greasy hair.

“Cute name… I’m Layla.” Your fake name rolled off the tongue unnaturally- again, another pinch of cringe filling your being. “What do you do with yourself?”

As the conversation progressed, Billy leered at you from the bar as you flirted with the subject. Watching how you twirled your hair around your finger as you gazed at him like he was created by God herself, swatting your hand against his chest when he supposedly said something funny. He knew it was all fake, but the grip he had on his glass gave away how he truly felt, along with his scowl and flared nostrils.

“Why don’t we…” you whispered, coming close to his ear- your breath tickling his skin. “Go somewhere… private?” You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, twirling a finger around his ugly patterned tie.

The man was flushed, nodding rapidly at your offer, his forehead sweating with nerves. “Come this way, there’s an empty office down the hall.” He grabbed your hand, starting to lead you down a hall, beyond the makeshift barrier between the rest of the building and the ballroom.

Your head swivelled in butchers direction, twitching your head to signal him to follow before disappearing into the hallway.

Billy slammed his glass on the bar counter, bee lining to your direction. His thoughts were running rampant with jealousy- wanting to be the one who you were giving bedroom eyes to, the only one that your delicate hands would touch.

He was determined to make sure you knew that you were his, and he was yours.

Turning that corner down the hall and following the sound of your heels, Billy gets a glimpse of an office door- the one that you and the object of his jealously had just entered.

As he reached the door, he saw you perched on a desk, the target moving to stand between your thighs to press sloppy kisses along your neck and chest - Billy’s entire being filled with hot rage and envy as he slammed the door, alerting them of his presence.

Your eyes landed on butcher, smirking as your plan had worked - the asshole was stuck in a room with you two, no where to run or hide. “Cmon man, can’t you see I’m about to get lucky here-“ he couldn’t finish his sentence before you grabbed him by the throat, squeezing it.

Billy’s eyes nearly popped out of his head, sure he had seen you take down criminals before but… doing it in a dress and heels? It was doing things to him.

“No fucking way that you’re getting all this.” You grumbled, pulling out the pistol that was strapped to your thigh, pressing it to his temple.

“We have a question for you, and you’re gonna answer them- or…” you pressed the cool metal against his temple. “Your brains are gonna be all over this fucking office.”

“Fuck you, you fucking bitch!” He spat, trying to make a grab at you before Billy yanked him away, slamming him to the desk, his arms locked behind his back.

“Right, cunt. You’re gonna tell us what Homelander is up to, or someone’s bollocks is gonna be cut off and shoved down their throat.” Billy bared his teeth, a death grip on the man’s hair. “I’m not telling you shit-“ he grunted in pain as butcher lifted his head and slammed it against the counter again.

“You will be, or this pretty lady right here-“ he pointed to you. “Is gonna blow a crater into that head of yours. Now, you gonna spill? Or is she gonna paint this nice table with your cerebrum?”

The assistant was silent, trying to writhe out of Billy’s grip, not before you lay a backhanded slap against his cheek. “Answer him, fuckface.” You were aggressive, but that slap was just the tip of the iceberg of what you were capable of.

“Okay fine!” The man whined, making you and Billy look at each other in confusion of how quickly it was to make him break.

“There’s a - a secret lab, a bunker in the Bronx. They’re creating something - like, a stronger dose of V. Homelanders involved with it. They’re using people as Guinea pigs and they’re dying, That’s all I know. Please let me go, please don’t kill me.” He pleaded, tears brimming his eyes.

You looked down at him, a faux pout contorting on your lips. “There you go… see what happens when you do as you’re told?” You smirked before the butt of your pistol hit his temple and knocking him unconscious, his limp body ragdolling to the ground.

“Subject is down, Frenchie. We have the information and heading back to base.” You said into your piece, hearing Frenchie confirm that he had received your message.

Butcher stood in place, his blown pupils never leaving your figure as you sat perched on the table, raising the skirt of your dress to put your gun back in the holster.

He couldn’t take it anymore, moving to plant his feet in front of you- pressing himself to your front. He pulled up your chin, making you look at him- taking your surprise.

“Fuckin’ hell love, seeing you do that…” his calloused thumb pulling down at your bottom lip, smudging some of your lipstick. “Drives me fuckin’ crazy, always has.”

A small chuckle left your lips, pressing a chaste kiss to his thumb- all those teasing words and small touches exchanged between you both since you both met all lead to this moment... never to turn back.

“Watching me slapping people around turns you on now does it?” You purred, straightening his jacket and tie. “Mmm… yeah. Makes me wanna fuck the shit outta-“

“Oh mon dieu, don’t dirty talk on the job.” Frenchie groaned, cockblocking the situation to save his poor ears.

Butcher let out a laugh, putting his forehead on yours. “Bloody hell, making me forget we’re on a job there.” His eyes averted to the unconscious body on the ground.

You rolled your eyes as he stood up straight again. “Let’s get outta here then hmm?” You said softly.

He nodded in agreement, taking a hold of your hips to shimmy you down the furniture piece, pulling you into his side as his arm extends around you- his palm just above your ass.

As the pair of you exited, there was a shout down the hallway- security guards had noticed the barrier had been moved, catching you both in the restricted area.

“Shit run!” Billy practically dragged you further down the hall- searching for any way out - anything to get out to the car. Your feet ran, trying to ignore the grief of pain your shoes were giving you through your soles.

“Frenchie we need a way out right fuckin’ now.” You said, your words becoming breathless. “There’s an exit on your left at the end of the hall, the closest way to get to the car. fous le camp de là!” The Frenchman’s now frantic tone cut off, you both had to run and get out of that tower.

Your hands pushed hard on that door as you reached the exit, the home run towards Billy’s Cadillac not leaving room for any fault. The security guards started to threaten their use of weapons, the familiar sounds of rounds clicking in their hand guns.

You winced, starting to limp from the poor choice of footwear. Billy noticed you falling a few feet behind, turning around to get back to you- picking your arm to sling over his shoulder to help carry you the last few hundred meters.

“Nearly there, we’ve got it love.” He reassured, his free hand reaching for the keys in his pocket - becoming in range to unlock the car as you approached.

As soon as you both reached the car, the sound of shots echoing in the alley way rang in your ears as he threw open the passenger door, pushing you into your seat and slamming the door as Billy slid over the bonnet, getting into the drivers side.

There was no time to strap in, Billy putting the pedal to the metal and screeching out of that alley way, dodging any bullets ricocheting towards the car as Billy reached top speed, twisting through the bustling New York streets.

“We can’t go back to the hideout just yet, gotta lay low somewhere so we don’t compromise the others. That alright?” Butcher glanced over at you as your fingers took out your earpiece before fiddling with the fastening on your heels, a breathy sigh of relief as you freed yourself from them. “Y-yeah… that’s okay. Let’s get to a secluded spot.” You replied softly, the exhaustion from your escapade was chasing after you.

He chuckled as he watched your relieved face from being able to rest, taking out his ear piece.

It was silent for a while, the outside landscape dissipated from the city lights to more natural surroundings.

“You did well, sweetheart…” he complimented, pulling his signature smirk and placing his hand on your thigh, giving you a reassuring squeeze before pulling back. “So damn good…”

A small giggle and teasing smile came over you, a swipe of your tongue over your bottom lip as you watched him drive.

“Mm… I could hear you praise me any day.”

“Trust me lovey, I’ll give it to you in abundance.”

Your hand snaked down to his own thigh, moving agonisingly close to where he wanted you most- your palm rubbing up against the smooth fabric of his clothed cock.

He let out a deep sigh through his nose, his arousal spreading through his body - the feeling of your hand on him was more addictive than any drug he had ever taken.

“I cant wait any longer, I’m pullin’ over.” Billy huffs, drifting down a dirt path- travelling a few kilometres to a secluded area concealed by trees and foliage.

Putting his Cadillac into park, his darkened gaze turns to you. “Get in the back, now.” He ordered, his words pooling in your core. Without a word you unbuckled your seatbelt, opening the car door to get into the back- draping over the leather seats.

Butcher followed suit, taking off his suit jacket and loosening his tie as he crawled over you- his lips pressing against yours hard, almost bruising as he desperately sought out your taste.

Your hands pulled at his dark hair, a deep growl from within his chest spilling into your mouth as he moved his lips to your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin and coaxing moans and his name to fall from your kiss bitten lips- sounds he had longed to hear.

“I’ve waited… too fuckin’ long for this.” His voice was husky as his lips trailed down your collar, before flipping you over onto your stomach. “As much as I love this dress on ya, I need to see what’s waitin’ underneath.” He smirked as he took hold of the zipper and pulled it down, your back becoming exposed to him. “Oh I’m sure you’ll like what waiting for you…”

Billy peeled the rest of your dress off of your body- admiring the arch of your back, the roundness of your underwear covered ass as he ran his large palm across your skin- hooking his index finger under the material to pull it down your thighs, leaving your silken cunt on display for him. “So fuckin’ wet and I ain’t done nothing yet.” He chuckled, running his finger through your delicate folds, earning another delicious moan from you.

“Billy… please - do something.” You whispered, desperately needing some relief on your aching core.

He adjusted himself behind you, his strong fingers holding the apex of your thighs open as he leaned in close, his hot breath hitting your center- his tongue dragging flatly against your cunt, savouring your taste before dipping back down, lapping at your clit.

The way he felt against you was unbelievable- that mouth of his was to die for. Your hips uncontrollably bucked up against his face, moaning at the sensation of his dirty mouth bringing you to euphoria.

“God Billy… fuck!” You whined, unable to stay still before he dug his thick digits into your ass cheeks, holding you in place as he continued- not stopping until you came hard on his tongue. “B-Billy I-i can’t hold- please, Im gonna cum…” you breathed, unable to hold your head up as your thighs shuddered- a high pitched moan erupting from within you as your orgasm washed over you.

“Such a good girl, so sweet…” he grumbled as he dragged his tongue over you once more, manoeuvring it over your slit- pressing a kiss to it before turning you around onto your back.

He kissed you with that same lusty passion as he did before, feeling your hands unbutton his shirt to reveal his chest. The soft defined muscles, tufts of chest hair, faded scars and freckles that riddled his chest left you in awe, your fingers touching his hot flesh as you worked them down to the hem of his slacks.

You worked fast to unzip them and pull them down slightly, giving you room to release his cock from his boxers. His hard length was leaking pre cum as you ran your delicate fingers over it- slowly and softly pumping it, earning a grunt of pleasure.

Billy panted, burying his head into your neck. “Feels good-“ he managed to get some words out, but your actions made him feel like putty in your hands. “Someone likes that…” you purred, biting down on his earlobe.

“Fuck love I need to fuck you, I can’t take it.” He breathed, swatting your hand gently from his cock.

He made sure you lay comfortable in the back seat, before sitting on his knees in front of you, running his length along your wet cunt - before sliding himself into you with an audible grunt, your tight walls squeezed around him as you let out a cry of sinful sounds.

“ move, please…” you whispered, grabbing onto his shoulders as he began to thrust at a faster pace. The car began to rock, the windows began to fog as Billy took you- his palms kneading your breasts as he watched your sensual expressions, motivating him to fuck you a little faster.

His thrusts never faltered, his mouth falling open in the overwhelming feeling of being in you, finally having you…

“So fuckin’ tight, and all mine…” he bit down on your shoulder, causing another cry to burst from your lips.

It didn’t take much time before his thrusts became sloppy, his cock throbbing to announce his release. “Gonna cum- fuck…” he gritted his teeth.

“Fill me up, I want it. Give it to me…” you pulled at his hair once more, a higher pitched grunt filling the Cadillac as one final thrust made his orgasm wash over him as he rutted his cum deep within you.

Billy lay there for a moment, deep breathing coming from both of your bodies before his hovered above you- giving you a warm smile and pushing some hair away from your face.

“Beautiful…” he muttered, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You smiled back up at him, a soft blush crawling across your cheeks. “Who’d have thought that the mission would end like this?” You chuckled.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way, love…”

Tags <3: @bluemerakis

[peachhcs]

my girl

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

on a similar note of will not playing about samy, here's him comforting her up at the lake house after finding about the ed she's been struggling with all school year & basically making sure she knows she's loved and has a whole group of people for her to lean on in through the tough times

i didn't think i'd make a part 2 to this but i got inspired and this came to me :) (p.s. i know the hughes lake house isn't on lake michigan but let's pretend for the au)

warnings: depiction of ed, mental health struggles, please read with caution if this triggers you

au masterlist | part 1

it was a warm morning on lake michigan. the slow rising sun was the perfect temperature to sit outside and soak up the early morning rays, so that was exactly what samy did. she woke up early this morning and not wanting to wake up will with her constant tossing and turning, she decided to just get up. the girl wandered outside hoping the quiet morning would help refresh her foggy mind.

she sat with a bowl of yogurt jack brought out for her since him and quinn were awake trying to tinker with things that needed replacements after being gone a whole year. the first few weeks back on the lake house were always slow like this as her brothers got things up and running again.

unfortunately, the yogurt had hardly been touched for almost an hour now. it sat unmoving in the girl's lap, the thoughts in her brain still running wild with anxieties and what ifs. she didn't know what it was because no matter how hard she tried pushing those thoughts away, they just came back stronger with a way more vicious bite.

you're gonna get fat. you shouldn't be eating this. it has too much artificial sugar. what would will think of you if you gained weight? you're gonna be unconditioned come soccer season.

those were just a peak of what plagued samy's mind on a daily basis.

she forced herself to eat a few bites when luke sat with her knowing she needed to be proving to her brothers that she was getting better even though she really wasn't. that was their deal. samy ate the things they gave her and they wouldn't get their parents involved. it seemed so easy.

oh how wrong the younger hughes sister was.

when luke got up and left samy stopped forcing herself to eat and then another half hour passed without another bite being touched. samy's stomach rumbled for something more, but she just couldn't do it. instead, she needed to move, so the girl left the bowl on the table and decided to head down to the dock.

with it being so early still, the boats wouldn't be out yet, so it'd be the perfect spot to just listen to the quiet splashes of waves hitting against the dock.

will shifted to his other side, expecting to find his girlfriend but finding nothing except a cold space where her body once was. the boy's eyes quickly opened, groaning when the sunlight went right into his vision. he reached for samy's side to check one more time that she wasn't there and when he felt nothing for a second time, he opened his eyes again.

he half expected her to be somewhere in the room, but he quickly realized that she wasn't anywhere close by. will grabbed his phone, groggy eyes reading the time. 8:45am. he knew samy was a morning person, but this early in the summer? her absence forced him up to do a more thorough scan of her room to make sure he didn't miss her somewhere like the bathroom or something.

her phone wasn't on the nightstand though which confirmed to will that she left the room. the blonde frowned a bit as he found a shirt to throw on and pulled a hand through his bed head to go downstairs. he heard some noise coming from the kitchen and will perked up hoping it was samy.

it still wasn't her. quinn and jack glanced his way when he entered. "morning, smitty," jack grinned.

"you're up early," luke commented from the counter.

"have you seen samy?" will's voice was heavily laced with sleep still.

"she was outside last time i saw her. on the deck," luke nodded his head towards the door.

the sharks rookie pressed his face against the glass and frowned again when there was no sign of his girlfriend out there. "not there," he mumbled, but he did see a hardly eaten bowl of yogurt on the table.

"she was out there. maybe she went to do something," luke shrugged.

"all i see is a bowl of yogurt."

will noticed how the three brothers exchanged a glance he couldn't really read when he said that. a mix of worry and something else sat in their expressions, but the younger boy didn't ask because he didn't wanna pry. he knew samy was struggling with her eating disorder, but he hadn't dared to ask yet how bad it was or if she had gotten better at all when gabe told him a week ago. will figured she hadn't made a lot of progress yet based on the full bowl of yogurt outside.

that idea made his heart sink.

will looked out the glass doors again hoping samy was out there somewhere and he just missed her the first time. finally, the blonde spotted a figure all the way down on the dock and this time he knew it was samy.

"i think i found her," the boy mumbled and grabbed a blanket off the back of one of the chairs before making his way outside.

quinn, jack, and luke exchanged another glance but for a different reason this time. they watched as will went down the yard to the water figuring he saw samy all the way down there. "he'll get her better, i know he will," luke mumbled.

"you think so?" jack wondered.

"he will. he's got her," luke nodded.

samy didn't hear will coming until she felt gentle hands wrapping a soft blanket over her shoulders and a kiss on her head. the brunette looked up, somewhat surprised to see her boyfriend above her.

"hi, pretty girl," he rasped still full of sleep.

"did i wake you?" samy wondered worriedly as she watched him sit down next to her.

"no, you didn't," it wasn't a lie, will never heard her leave. his body just woke him up because samy wasn't near him anymore.

"what are you doing down here?" samy hugged the blanket closer to her body.

"i saw you down here," will said simply and samy blushed. "you looked like you could use some company," the boy added which deepened samy's red cheeks.

"you're sweet. i appreciate the company," she leaned further into him and will reached out to wrap his arm around her shoulders. he landed another kiss on her temple.

"sleep okay?"

"yeah, i guess. i felt kind of restless," samy admitted.

"any reason why?" will was never one to pry too much. he always wanted to samy to tell him things on her own without him having to get her to say it which is why he was trying to ease his way into this conversation.

"oh, i dunno. everything. i always got a lot going on in my mind."

"penny for your thoughts?" the little saying made the girl giggle. will loved saying that whenever they were trying to talk but the words weren't coming easy.

samy hesitated for a moment though. she knew she could tell will anything, he was her boyfriend after all, but talking about the eating disorder she's been struggling with the past year actually didn't come easy. she never really spoke to him about it. back at that boston college game, she played it off as everything just overwhelming her even though samy knew deep down that it was inability to eat anything without stressing herself out.

knowing that it was an issue back then and she couldn't even admit it made it hard for her to admit to it now, especially to will because they promised no more secrets.

will caught onto her hesitation. he squeezed her arm and then made her look over at him. "i don't wanna force you to talk about it if you don't want to, but you know i'm here for you, right? i always am," the blonde hummed.

his soft words were almost gut wrenching because samy thought he should be mad at her for not telling him about this and making gabe tell him for her. the brunette ashamedly looked away, struggling to find her words.

it broke will's heart to see her like this. maybe he didn't notice it right away because he didn't see her frequently, but looking at her now, he could definitely tell.

"i feel like i don't know how to get better," the soccer player finally admitted in a whisper will nearly missed it.

he cupped her chin so she'd look at him again, "baby, you are going to get better. it won't be easy, but you will."

his soft tone brought the tears again and the hockey player's heart broke into a million pieces seeing his girlfriend so distraught. he's never seen her so upset before, but he brought her into his arms nonetheless because she needed that comfort.

"i'm right here. it's okay. it's gonna be okay," he rocked her similarly to how luke rocked her a few weeks ago after finally admitting to her brothers the reality of the situation. will felt her cry even harder into his shoulder.

"you should be like..mad at me for not telling you. you didn't even know," samy pulled back.

"i'm not mad. i'd never be mad. maybe i'm a little upset i didn't know, but this isn't something where you just know. it's there, it's not, it's there, it's not. i'd never be mad at you for something like this, baby," will wiped her tears away with his palms.

"i should have told you sooner or someone sooner..i just..fuck..i didn't even know what was wrong with me. or maybe i did and i just didn't want to think it was this. god, will, i'm so scared i won't be able to get better," samy buried her face in his chest.

will's known samy her whole life and never once has he heard her become this deprecating about herself. it hurt real bad seeing her struggle, but not being able to do much about it. instead, he hugged her to him hoping the comfort of his arms would ease some of those racing thought for a few minutes.

"you are going to get better, samy, i promise. you have so many people wanting you to get better too. we're all here for you through this."

"what if you start fucking hating me or wanting to break up with me because i gained weight or because i'm so pathetic i can't even eat anything," will knew it was her head talking, but he hated hearing it so much.

"first, you're not pathetic. second, no matter what you do or what you look like, you will always be my girl. nothing can ever change that for me, okay? i love you," will promised seriously. samy flushed, but she believed him. her heart fluttered hearing him call her "my girl."

"what can i do to help you through this? do you want me to make you something every day? eat with you? sit with you while you eat?" will offered options he thought could be helpful.

"maybe eating with me? not that i wanna force myself, but eating with someone helps me eat because i feel obligated to," samy admitted and she knew that was something she needed to work on so eating wasn't some obligation in her mind.

"okay, i can do that. i'll eat with you all summer, even when i'm away," will grinned and the smile on his lips made samy smile too.

"i love you," the brunette kissed her boyfriend's cheek where his slight stubble scratched her lips. she ran her finger along it where will flexed his jaw under her touch.

"i love you, baby. you got a lot of people here this summer looking after you. you're gonna get through this," he clasped her trailing finger into his hand where he brougt it up to his lips to kiss.

the couple stayed out there as early morning became late morning and the rest of the house woke up. jack peeked out of the doors again while a soft smile spread acorss his lips seeing samy and will out there together.

"how is she?" ethan yawned while making his coffee.

jack scraped the yogurt she didn't eat into the garbage, "with will, i think she'll be just fine."

[endless-ineffabilities]

just got the best fragrance.. and it got me thinking

ewan / jack / matt sniffing u like crazy all day bc it’s that good and even getting a lil … excited 😅

Ewan Mitchell 🤚🏼💦

He wouldn't bring it up directly. The boy would just be clingier than usual, until you notice that he's taking in lungfuls when he kisses your neck as you watch tv together. Or when you ask him for a massage and his face keeps drawing close, and you'd feel his breathing on your shoulders. It comes to a head after a day or two, on one of these massages. You're half-naked, face down on the pillow, when he loses it and just bites your neck, groaning in pleasure, and kicking his boxers off.

Jack Schlossberg 🤿💦

This diva bought you the perfume himself. Of course he did. He jokingly says he loves it because it reminds him of the Hudson river on a good day, but really it smells clean, fresh, and very much like his home — the sea. He'd keep your shirt or scarf or something that you wore with the perfume on, tucked in his tote bag. Contrary to popular belief, the boy actually works. And when he has to travel for days on diplomatic missions for the Kennedy Library Foundation, he'd use that sea-smelling shirt of yours to get off. One hand keeping the cotton flush against his face, the other loose-knuckled around his throbbing length. You'd be on speaker talking him through it while he begs for his release.

Matt Smith 🍴💦

Matty would pick you up for date night, but it would take another hour before the two of you end up leaving the confines of your apartment, because he'd be so consumed with your scent that he'd ravish you right then and there. Your complaints about being hungry and wanting to go to dinner would die in your throat when the boy sets you on your kitchen counter and has his much preferred meal.

[oscquinn]

౨ৎ oscquinn's nhl x reader masterlist

including players from; ana, bos, car, chi, col, dls, lak, mtl, njd, pit, sjs, tor, vnc

౨ৎ new jersey devils

#86 JACK HUGHES

control; (nsfw 18+) jack comes home after a rough game

summer snow; in the midst of your national tour, a romance brews between you and a certain devils player. shown through insta posts!

friends to lovers

prom date

shoulder kiss

#43 LUKE HUGHES

closer; (nsfw 18+) you want to be closer to luke

smirk after a kiss

awkward first kiss

neighbors + enemies to lovers

#13 NICO HISCHIER

comparing hand sizes

laying on his chest

only one bed + mutual pining

౨ৎ san jose sharks

#2 WILL SMITH

lots of little kisses

wiping his lip

college au + grumpy/sunshine

"i've never done something like this before"

"say you want me and i'm yours"

#71 MACKLIN CELEBRINI

ice skating with mack

cat dad mack

shoulder massage

"i want you to feel good"

accidental pregnancy

brother's best friend

#72 WILLIAM EKLUND

forehead kiss

kissing scars

౨ৎ dallas stars

#21 JASON ROBERTSON

celebrations kiss

#29 JAKE OETTINGER

mistletoe kiss (coming soon)

౨ৎ toronto maple leafs

#16 MITCH MARNER

nape kiss

"tell me what you want"

#88 WILLIAM NYLANDER

biting him

౨ৎ assorted teams

⤷ includes; bruins, ducks, kings, habs, canucks, canes, pens, hawks

#1 JEREMY SWAYMAN

"don't mind me, just enjoying the view"

#8 CALE MAKAR

wake up kiss

#11 TREVOR ZEGRAS

"are you wearing my shirt?"

#13 COLE CAUFIELD

reunion kiss

#15 ALEX TURCOTTE

"i like being close to you"

stolen kisses

#37 ANDREI SVECHNIKOV

"i won't bite, unless you're into that sort of thing"

#43 QUINN HUGHES

finding things that remind them of you

kissing his helmet mark

"you better watch your fucking mouth"

royalty au

#87 SIDNEY CROSBY

"you look like you were jealous"

"you look good with my hand around your throat"

#98 CONNOR BEDARD

"don't you know what you're doing to me?"

© oscquinn, 2025

[fiastomatocheek]

FIA’S WORK IN PROGRESS

named ‘work in progress’ but let’s be real… it’s actually just a collection of a few requests i said yes to because sometimes inspiration hits after someone drops a spicy idea in my inbox so shoutout to you guys for that! also, even if some of you sent your request without anon, don’t worry i won’t include your username here! i totally get that it might make you uncomfortable, so your privacy’s safe with me.

WHO I WRITE FOR: matt rempe⁷³, quinn hughes⁴³, jack hughes⁸⁶, luke hughes⁴³, fraser minton⁹³, wyatt johnston⁵³, frank nazar⁹¹, macklin celebrini⁷¹, will smith², william eklund⁷²

quinn hughes

↳ req. 01 — dating quinn comes with getting the most random calls from jack and luke all the time because you’re the older sister they never had — but when one night luke and jack call you and tell you how everything’s going to shit in jersey because they’re both injured now, you and quinn get on a plane to help both of them, without a second thought.

jack hughes

↳ req. 01 — hey, fia darling! i was wondering if i could possibly add to the angsty requests. reader is childhood friends with the three hughes brothers, and once the two get to michigan, they're very on and off, no labels kinda thing. they don't speak for a while once he goes to new jersey but they end up seeing each other a couple years later at a family event, like a wedding or something, and they get into maybe a fight that the other didn't try hard enough, but reader has moved on now. i fear i need my heart broken. thank you, also feel free not to write this if you don't like it

luke hughes

↳ req. 01 — i live for angsty marital issues bc that’s real life!! I feel like maybe the main argument in their relationship would be about him not showing up for lucy or reader. I think it’d definitely cause massive tension between the two of them.

↳ req. 02 — dad!luke and reader cuddling after putting their daughter down for bed. she’s not even down for five minutes before she comes padding down the hall and into her parents’ room to snuggle and sleepily yap at them 🥹🥹

↳ req. 03 — hi i was wondering if i can request the current boyfriend trend on tiktok with luke hughes? (will be posted on my mid/plus-size reader blog, @voicemailfromluke-beep)

matt rempe

↳ req. 01 — hii I hope you're having an amazing day so since you told you would write for matt i have a req!!!🤭🤭 we all know matt is a big guy but that doesn't change reader wouldn't be insecure about her weight but not in a bad way just like when he picking her up she told him to no or wouldn't want to sit on his lap because she think she's too heavy for him i don't know matt gives me a really big physical touch vibe 😔 and sorry for my bad writing but I hope you get it what I meant even if I couldn't write it. 😭😭 (will be posted on my mid/plus-size reader blog, @voicemailfromluke-beep)

william eklund

will smith

↳ req. 01 — i have a little request for smitty! possibly based off of "you are in Love" by taylor swift, specifically the lyrics "you keep his shirt, he keeps his word and for once you let go of your fears and you ghosts" maybe the reader has had rocky relationships or been cheated on in the past and will assures her that it won't happen

↳ req. 02 — angst idea with no happy ending!!!! How about reader finds out that will is cheating on her

↳ req. 03 — fia girlie! i've followed you over to this blog finally! would you be open to writing a smitty fic with a plus size reader? maybe something where they go to a sharks gala to like hard launch their relationship and he fully shows her off and loves on her like all night? if you have time babes and are open to writing it! no pressure tho! (will be posted on my mid/plus-size reader blog, @voicemailfromluke-beep)

mack celebrini

↳ req. 01 — cute and fluffy date with macklin during the off season, like maybe they go to an amusement park or maybe to the beach! that'd be soo cute 😍

↳ req. 02 — macklin x reader angst fic where his anger issues get the best of him and it leaves reader very hurt and he feels terrible, have your own twist on it

[toasttt11]

first

October 19, 2019

Allison yawned softly as she leaned on Luke’s shoulder in the cab. She had just gotten into New Jersey with Luke and her Dad for Jack and Quinn’s first game against each other.

Her Mom had gotten into New Jersey a couple of days ago seeing Jack and a lot of other family was all coming so Ellen was spending time with all of them.

Allison lifted her head as the cab pulled in front of the hotel and she got out and grabbed her bag as her Dad and Luke grabbed their bags as well and they started heading inside the hotel.

Luke knock on the door and the door quickly opened as Ellen smiled at her family and immediately pulling her kids into a hug, “Hi my babies.” Ellen cooed softly making Luke and Allison both grumble a bit but hug her making her laugh.

Jim pressed a kiss to her cheek as she let go of their kids.

Ellen immediately had the three getting changed for the game into the shirts she had made with both the Devil and Canuck’s logo on them.

Ellen had Allison sit on a chair and Ellen started braiding Allison’s hair into a braid crown and added red and blue pins in to the braid.

Once everyone was ready they headed to the rink.

Allison and Luke of course were sitting next to each other and watching videos on Luke’s phone as they waited for warm ups to start.

Allison and Luke shared a look seeing Jack and Quinn standing on center ice together for a photo and hoped one day they both were also on the ice, maybe even getting to play together one day too.

Luke couldn’t wait till the days he gets to play with each of his siblings but especially Allison, it’s something they both can’t wait for.

Fourteen minutes into the first period on the power play Jack hit the puck and it went it, getting his first NHL goal ever.

Allison sprung up cheering for her brother and shared a look with Luke laughing because this was the most Jack thing ever to get his first ever goal against Quinn.

The Canucks couldn’t end up scoring and the Devils beat them 1-0.

Quinn came out first shaking his head in disbelief making Allison and Luke laugh.

“He scored his first goal against you!” Luke teased as Quinn pulled his two siblings into a hug.

Quinn cupped both of their heads closing his eyes content and just smiled at Luke’s teasing, he’s missed them so much, it’s weird not seeing them all the time now.

“He’s never letting that go.” Allison mumbled knowingly as she squeezed her brother back softly.

“No he isn’t.” Quinn shook his head laughing softly as they let go of each other.

“What’s up baby!” Jack cheered as he walked over to his siblings with his proud smirk.

Allison gave Quinn a look and he hair laughed, Jack was gonna bring up that his first goal was against Quinn for so long.

“My siblings!” Jack squished his younger siblings in a hug first making Allison squirm away after a bit because she just saw him only a week ago.

Jack and Quinn hugged next.

Jack’s teammates started walking by them and Ty Smith gave the Hughes siblings a wave and patted Jack’s shoulder as he walked bye.

“Allison! Luke!” Nico smiled seeing the two again he gave them both a kind and happy smile.

“Hi.” Luke waved softly.

“Hi Nico!” Allison perked up in an uncharacteristically manner as she smiled as Nico, Quinn raised an eyebrow Nico must be pretty special if he managed to win over Allison so quickly.

Nico smiled at her softly, He’s already heard quite a bit about Jack’s siblings but the most about Allison. Allison followed him on instagram first and Luke right after. Nico really liked all of the Hughes he has met so far.

“You must be Quinn.” Nico shook
Quinn’s hand firmly giving him a smile and nod.

Quinn smiled and nodded back.

Nico patted Jack’s shoulder and waved at the three before walking away.

“We better go before Mon comes looking for us.” Quinn said knowing their parents were with all the other family members that came to their game.

The four siblings walked together down the hallway and saw a pretty large group, their family.

Luke and Allison managed to stay unnoticed standing together in a corner on Luke’s phone as Quinn and Jack were going around the room talking to everyone.

“I’m hungry.” Sixteen year old Luke complained as Allison and Luke were playing a two person game on his phone.

“You’re always hungry Moose.” Allison just deadpanned.

“She is right.” Jim said as he looked over Luke’s shoulder at the phone scaring both of them as they didn’t realize their Dad snuck on them, Jim smirked teasing at that, “But i’m starving too, your Mom said it would just be our six tonight for dinner.”

“Thank god.” Luke said as Allison and him both sighed in relief, they both love their large and extended family but it’s a lot and they are here for a few more days with all of the family.

Jim shook his head laughing softly but didn’t disagree.

Eventually they managed to get out of rink and the six of them got into a large cab and decided to get dinner at the hotel they were all staying at besides Jack.

Ellen fondly agreed as her four kids mostly her boys begged to change into comfortable clothes before dinner.

They got seated in a booth, everyone in very comfortable clothes and Quinn, Jack, Luke and Allison were all wearing hoodies.

“Oh! I heard you got into a fight last game!” Jack remembered and immediately started teasing his little sister.

Allison was immediately rolling her eyes genuinely annoyed at this being brought up, “It was not a fight!” Allison protested again, Luke already teased her enough for this.

“And how did you find you.” Allison narrowed her eyes at Jack and Quinn and immediately turned siegfried and looked at Luke betrayed, “You told them!”

“He sent a video actually.” Quinn piped in.

“Luke.” Allison grumbled out glaring at Luke.

“It was funny!” Luke protested back.

Allison closed her eyes annoyed and shook her head, “It was barely a cross check.” Allison said to Jack and Quinn.

“Uh huh.” Jack softly teased her.

Allison grunted glaring at her there laughing brothers ignoring the way her eyes softened at them laughing not admitting how nice it is to have time with all three of them, time she knew would onto her rarer now.

[xx-dinah-writing-xx]

Where’s the baby now?

Matt Smith x reader Fluff

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The smell of warm vanilla and melting chocolate filled the kitchen as you leaned against the counter, breathing a little heavier than usual. Your hands rested on your belly out of habit, though there wasn’t much of a bump yet. Only a couple of months along, and already your body seemed to be feeling everything twice as strongly—fatigue clung to your bones like a heavy blanket today, and even standing upright felt like a small victory. Matt stood beside you, his arm draped casually over your shoulders, providing just enough of his steady presence to keep you from tipping over. He reached across you to sneak a cookie straight off the tray, still warm and gooey in the center.

“You’re going to ruin your dinner,” you murmured, swatting at his hand without much effort, your lips curling into a tired smile.

“One won’t hurt,” he replied with a grin, already taking a bite like a guilty child who knew exactly what he was doing. “Besides, it’s for the baby. Cravings, right?”

You rolled your eyes, but before you could reply, the thumping of little feet tore down the hallway and into the kitchen, followed by high-pitched voices. Lily and Jack barreled in like twin hurricanes, their cheeks flushed and arms flailing, clearly fresh from some chaotic marker masterpiece they’d left behind somewhere in the house. You blinked at the bright green and blue scribbles on their faces, wondering briefly if the couch had survived.

“Mommy! Daddy!” Jack shouted, scrambling onto a stool while Lily climbed up beside him, breathless and curious. “What’s the big secret?”

You exchanged a glance with Matt. This was the moment. You’d been talking about it for days, choosing the right time and words to share the news with them. The idea of adding another child to your wild little crew had you nervous and excited in equal measure—but you both wanted the twins to be part of that excitement too, even if they couldn’t quite grasp what it meant yet.

“Well,” you began, crouching down to their level with a little wince as your knees protested. “Daddy and I have something really special to tell you.”

Lily’s violet eyes lit up instantly. “Is it a puppy?”

Jack gasped. “Or a dragon?!”

“Nope,” Matt said with a laugh, kneeling beside you. “No dragons or puppies this time. We’re going to have a baby.”

Their faces froze for a second, blank with confusion, and then lit up in unison with matching gasps of pure joy.

“A baby?!” Lily squealed, bouncing on the stool and clapping. “Like a real one?!”

You nodded, your heart swelling at their enthusiasm. “A real one. Growing right here in Mommy’s tummy.”

Jack leaned forward and squinted at your belly like he was expecting to see the baby waving at him from under your shirt. “Wait… right now? It’s in there right now?”

“Right now,” Matt confirmed, his tone gentle. “It’s still very small, though. Like the size of a peanut.”

Both twins’ hands shot out to touch your stomach at the same time, their tiny fingers patting and pressing like they could feel something already moving.

“How’d it get in there?” Lily asked with her usual blunt curiosity, her expression completely serious as she pushed a strand of hair out of her face.

Matt’s eyes widened slightly, and you bit your cheek to keep from laughing at his expression. Poor man looked like he’d just been asked to defuse a bomb. You brushed Lily’s hair back and offered your go-to metaphor. “It’s kind of like planting a seed. Daddy and I helped plant it together, and now it’s growing.”

Jack tilted his head, visibly trying to make sense of it. “But… how does it eat? Do you feed it cookies like us?”

You giggled. “Not quite. The baby gets everything it needs from me right now. My body takes care of it until it’s big enough to come out.”

Lily's eyes widened again. “Come out? From where?”

Matt made a strangled noise in his throat, and you could feel his silent plea for rescue. You gave Lily a calm smile, staying unfazed. “When it’s ready, the doctors help Mommy, and the baby comes out safely. You don’t have to worry about that part.”

Lily nodded like she was processing state secrets. “Okay. But when is it coming? Like, tomorrow?”

“In a few more months,” Matt said, recovering his voice. “Babies need lots of time to grow before they’re ready to come out.”

Jack threw his hands in the air and groaned, flopping backward on the stool like you’d just ruined his entire day. “That’s so long! Can’t we make it go faster?”

“Sorry, bud,” you said, laughing. “No fast-forwarding babies. They take their time.”

There was a pause, then both twins scooted off the stools and shuffled closer to your belly. Lily leaned in and whispered, “Hi, baby. I’m your big sister. I’m gonna share my toys with you.”

“Maybe not all the toys,” Jack added, clearly feeling the need to set some boundaries. “But some of them. The ones I don’t really need.”

Your eyes stung with sudden emotion as you pulled them into a hug, their little arms wrapping around you as gently as they could manage. You blinked back tears, overwhelmed by how sweet and earnest they were in that moment.

Matt, still crouched beside you, reached over to ruffle Jack’s hair and smiled softly. “You two are going to be the best big siblings ever. This baby’s lucky to have you.”

“I’m gonna teach it ballet!” Lily chirped, twirling in place, her marker-streaked cheeks glowing with pride.

Jack puffed up his chest. “I’ll teach it football. And how to roar.”

You couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped you then, the kind of deep, full-bellied laugh that made your ribs ache a little. You looked over at Matt, who met your gaze with the kind of look that said everything—pride, amusement, love, and a little bit of disbelief that this chaotic, beautiful life was really yours.

Just as things started to settle, Jack’s face scrunched again. “Wait… does the baby like cookies?”

Matt reached for another one off the tray, already halfway to his mouth. “Of course it does,” he said with a wink in your direction. “It’s my kid, after all.”

[mossballs-stuff]

arcane music headcanons expect I'm objectively correct

Jinx

Ghost and Pals, Will Wood and the Tapeworms, Mother Mother, Melanie Martinez, Corpse, Set It Off, Poppy Nightcore, Gorillaz, etc.

You know those really bad playlist for characters with like, extremely unfitting songs that have an abnormal amount of Mother Mother in them? Yeah. She's the one making those.

If it was a TikTok audio for a Danganronpa cosplayer in 2020 she probably has it on loop

Listens to shitty modern day Hyperpop and it sounds like ASS

She listened to a undertale fansong nightcore cover on her school Chromebook and it genuinely changed her life for the worst. She was on Wattpad with Angel with a Shotgun BLASTING through her skull candy earbuds she stole off of a kid.

She's never been to a concert and that's for everyone's sake. She would have the absolutely worst concert etiquette to ever exist.

Once she matures she becomes an IPC diehard. She is at a Juggalo concert with her shirt off throwing Fuego and probably getting pulled over after.

Vi

Twenty One Pilots, Hozier, Florence and The Machine, Weezer, The Smiths, Ghost, Rainbow Kitten Surprise, Queen, System of a Down, Nancy Sinatra, etc

She says she's not a big music fan and that she just listens to whatever's on the radio but that is a lie.

She's not normal about Florence and The Machine. Anytime she's about to have a breakdown she puts Dog Days Are Over on full blast inside her truck. She's been in the top percent of her listeners for 5 years straight now.

She listens to exclusively bands that a guy in a guitar store would brag about listening to saying they were totally indie and no one would know them. She owns a vinyl player. She's not as pretentious, but still.

Hozier is like, the one guy in all of history that she somewhat is attracted to. His music is a borderline religious experience. She went to one of his concerts with Ekko and cried so hard she got sick. As soon as they were in the hotel she chugged a bottle of honey whiskey and passed out. She has not been the same since.

She HATES Jinx's music with like, a genuine passion. She will smack Jinx's hand if she tries to change her music. they are fighting like rabid dogs for who gets the aux cord

Caitlyn

Taylor Swift, Chappel Roan, Mitski, Kate Bush, The Cardigans, The Crane Wives, Sabrina Carpenter. Billie Elish, etc

She's relatively normal about music. Most of the time she just has white noise on whenever she's working. However, if she needs to do a long drive or something and doesn't want to listen to the radio, she WILL be playing all of Taylor Swifts discography

Shes not a Swiftie, but she listens to it enough that she got Jayce into it. She's way more a fan of her older music though.

Most of the music she listens to sounds like breakup music. Like it's always weirdly somber and full of anguish. She will also occasionally listen to a song about family issues and clearly not be okay.

Again, not really a music fan. However, this has not stopped Jayce from seeing her in her car scream-crying to Good Luck Babe. He is so worried for her and she just acted so calm after.

She thinks Vi has such unique tastes and will end up growing to like a lot of Vi's music too. Disgusting. I think they kiss during a Hozier song playing and everyone thinks they're disgusting.

Ekko

Tyler The Creator, Gorillaz, Poor Mans Poison, Los Campesinos, The Oozes, Pavement, AJJ, The Front Bottoms, Jhariah, Jack Stauber, Djo, etc.

The only one with objectively good music tastes in the entirety of this group. He's the kind of person to genuinely mean it when he says he listens to everything. The only music he doesn't really love is modern country, but he fucks heavily with almost everything.

The only artist that's super consistent and someone he actively gets excited for when there's a new release is Tyler the Creator. He enjoys music as an art form rather than something to just listen to, and he loves Tyler's vision and how he makes it an experience.

He listens to a LOT of Legend of Zelda soundtracks. If his favorite video game has a soundtrack he will have that on loop for days. His Spotify Wrapped is consistently fucked because of this.

He took Vi to the Hozier concert because she kept asking and he got into Hozier before she did. He has a video of her drunk-crying in her hotel bed about it. It was genuinely such a magical experience for them both though.

He got Jinx into Gorillaz as a way to try and get her to like. better music. And it backfired so bad. He's the one pushing her to like ICP.

Jayce

Taylor Swift, Sabrina Carpenter, Olivia Rodrigo, Chappel Roan, Charli xcx, Doja Cat, Kesha, Lady Gaga, Ayesha Erotica, Shakira, P!NK. etc

Do NOT take away his basic white girl music he will DIE!!!!!! he will die SO BAD!!!!!

He got into Taylor Swift due to Caitlyn and now he's the bigger Swiftie. Genuinely has started collecting all her albums. He is so obsessed with her music it is a little concerning.

He will blast Juno by Sabrina Carpenter on full blast while working and it annoys the genuine fuck out of Viktor. He is not doing this to annoy him, he's trying to get Viktor to like his kind of music.

Vi has been begging him to listen to literally anything else. Viktor is also begging, but he's starting to give up.

He went to a Sabrina Carpenter concert with Mel and he ended up getting the fuzzy pink handcuffs and he will NEVER stop talking about it. He has them hanging on his wall alongside a picture of him on the screen.

Viktor

The Hoosiers, The Oh Hellos, American Murder Song, The Taxpayers, Poor Mans Poison, Orville Peck, Gene Aubrey, Johnny Cash, Hozier, etc

Again, objectively good music tastes. He tends to listen to old country or folk music. He likes a song that tells a story and has a lot of heart in it.

If you put modern day country on the radio he will die. If he has to listen to a "I LOVE BEER AND TRUCKS" song one more time he's going to throw himself onto the highway full speed. He despises that genre of music more than anything else on the entirety of this Earth.

He is also a huge Hozier fan, and has been since Take Me to Church blew up while he was in his religious guilt era. He went to the same concert as Vi but they didn't know they were there. He cried so hard at that concert he got sick. It was more than a religious experience for him.

He has been trying to get Jayce to listen to Orville Peck or Hozier for MONTHS. He's not allowed Jayce to play his music ever. It's working very slowly.

He thinks about Jayce while listening to Hozier and contemplates ending it all while Jayce is playing BRAT in the lab. Genuinely couldn't be a worse situation for him actually.

Mel

See, I know most will say she would have amazing music tastes but I can't agree. I don't think she cares. She listens to whatever is on the radio. Her Spotify Wrapped is consistently fucked because she uses her phone as a speaker at like parties or during long car rides.

She doesn't have a preference when it comes to music. Her liked playlist of songs is close to 500 and it's just whatever songs anyone has sent her. She will put it on shuffle and get Halls of Illusions by Insane Clown Posse back to back with fucking Someone New by Hozier. It's bad.

She is not paying attention to what she's listening to. She blocks it out so well that she can't really pay attention to it. If she's forced to pick music, it'll just be whatever Jayce has made her listen to in the past week and a half.

She went to a Sabrina Carpenter concert with Jayce purely because she saw all the videos and thought it would be fun. Her and Jayce were dorking out. She could not match his energy though, and she loves him so much but she is never going to a concert with him again.

[clove-pinks]

Hello friend! What do you know about prison ships in the War of 1812? I’m picking apart an article that says there was a prison hulk stationed in Salem (MA) Harbor which I had not heard of but I thought I’d ask the local War of 1812 Expert :)

First, my apologies for sitting on this ask for ten thousand years.

This sent me down a rabbit hole, because discussions about War of 1812 prison ships are almost all regarding American prisoners of war in the custody of the British, and not the other way around! I'm guessing that the article you found is '"Find a Hell before You Leave this World': Maritimers as Prisoners of War, 1812-1815" by Joshua M. Smith, particularly since Smith has written a lot about Maine during the War of 1812, and Wiscasset jail. Smith references prisoners of war gathered at Salem, Massachusetts for repatriation back to the Canadian Maritimes, and one unfortunate man who died from an illness contracted "while on board the prison ship" at Salem.

Conveniently, the primary source that Smith cites can be found online: the Salem Gazette (Salem, Mass.), March 24, 1815. There is little information to be gleaned from this source, however, which lists the death of George Collins, aged 15 years, under death notices. Poor Collins was "late a prisoner of war in Salem. His death was occasioned by a cold taken while on board the prison ship in this town; and being naturally of a weak constitution, he fell a victim to the severity and privations of the prison."

I found another reference to the prison ship (now called Aurora) in the Salem Gazette of December 27, 1814. The number of British prisoners on board the prison ship is 336 (which gives a hint of badly crowded conditions), but they have been treated to "tables loaded with roast turkeys, plumb puddings, and other good things which distinguish the Christmas," and the paper prints a notice of their gratitude:

A CARD. The British Prisoners of War on board the Aurora, prison ship, return their hearty thanks to the gentlemen of this town, for the liberal and generous provision made for them, in commemoration of the day of our Saviour's birth.

A less sanguine picture of the prison ship is in the Acadian Recorder of 25 June 1814. On pp. 2-3, a narrative titled "Yankee Prison" from a "plain jack-tar" last held at Salem describes cruel punishments and appalling conditions. The sailor is held at Wiscasset jail after a forced march from the Fox Islands, but the worst is yet to come:

We were again removed to Salem, the worst of all places. Here we had a new Captain over the guard and us. This gentleman and the captain of the ship were the only humane men I have seen in America [...] The captain of the ship was never on board more than one hour out of 24, unless on business with the Marshal. The chief mate had sole command, and he was an imperious villain, whose only delight was in the destruction of his fellow men. He now had an opportunity with all his vile crew, to gratify their infernal spirits, not only by daily abuses, but by feeding us on what they thought proper, such as salt beef that stunk so bad, it could not be eaten [....] What would you think to be a prisoner of war, and see one of the guard over you, cock his gun and clap it to your breast, and swearing by the great God he would put a ball through you for getting upon the windlass bits to hang up a shirt to dry; or to have another beating you over the back with his sword, because you could not get down below faster? Behold another go down in the yard, and with his sword cut down all the cloathes-lines, and then cut your few rags that his countrymen had not stolen, all to pieces; to show that he would serve us the same if he dared [...] All this you must put up with, otherwise go in the black hole, as they call it; where you must lay ten days in irons, for the least offence besides being deprived of one third of your provisions.

The writer, who signed his narrative "T.D.," also describes overcrowded conditions and reports that the prison ship leaked badly.

Probably the best single source of information that I have found on American prison ships in the War of 1812 is the 1964 PhD dissertation of Anthony George Dietz: THE PRISONER OF WAR IN THE UNITED STATES DURING THE WAR OF 1812. I have not found much about the Aurora of Salem specifically: my search is frustrated by the fact that this evidently popular name for ships was used by multiple prison ships around the same time period.