#jack hughes drabble

[sweetestdesire]

BABY PICTURES

WARNINGS: absolutely none. Just some pure, sweet content.

PAIRING(S): Jack Hughes x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: in which Jack Hughes’ mother shows Fem!Reader his baby pictures.

Jack was pouting. Which truthfully, Y/N didn’t think there were all that many moments where he wasn’t pouting, but he seemed to be pouting a little extra right now. Maybe she should feel bad, and maybe she should feel a little guilty that he’s sulking because of her, but then his mother flipped the page of the baby album in her hands, and she suddenly didn’t care as much about her petulant boyfriend anymore. 

“This is Jack after he scraped his knee for the first time.” Ellen giggled, pointing to tiny, red and teary-faced Jack staring up at the camera, making Y/N snort as she leaned closer for a better look. 

“He looks ridiculous.” Y/N laughed, and distantly, she could hear Jack gasp at the comment, crossing his arms and sending her a glare from across the living room. 

“I was in pain.” Jack huffed. “Extremely excruciating pain. And my mother stopped to take a picture my misfortune. Who does that?”

To his dismay, Y/N didn’t even spare him a glance, pointing to the next picture of the album and giggling away with his mother, whispering what he was sure was yet another mean and rude comment making fun of him. What kid didn’t fall and scrape their knee? And what kid didn’t cry when they fall and scrape their knee? Normal children shed tears in the face of extreme pain, and Jack Hughes was not an exception to this fact. In fact, he liked to think he was one of the braver children.

“Jack, you were such a crybaby growing up.” Ellen shook her head, amusement lacing her tone as Y/N chuckled and shot him a sly grin. 

“So nothing’s changed.” She hummed. “He’s still a crybaby now, too.”

“I am not.” Jack gasped. “Take that back, you liar.”

“And this is Jack on his first day of school.” Ellen hummed, cutting him off and pointing to a picture of a young Jack waving at the camera, missing what Y/N was sure was his entire front row of teeth. She grinned, letting out a small chuckle as her eyes softened at the image. 

Usually, Jack Hughes was a handful. He was loud and annoying and he talked far too much for his own good. He made her life increasingly difficult with the stubbornness he wore like a second skin, and he made her want to crawl into a hole half the time they were in public for all the scenes he seemed to always cause. But sometimes Jack Hughes was also very cute like in this photo for example, with chubby cheeks and a bright grin on his face as he stood in his school outfit. 

“Awe, Jack.” Y/N cooed, making him perk up a little at the sound. “How cute.”

“I was a cute kid, wasn’t I?” He grinned, and almost as though he was never pouting in the first place, his mood switched at the slightest bit of praise. She rolled her eyes, giving him a flat look as she eyed him while he walked over to her, flopping onto the space beside her and looking over her shoulder. 

“You were.” Y/N nodded, making a point to eye him up and down and raised an eyebrow. “I wonder what happened.”

Jack gasped, and the pout from earlier returned once more and she couldn’t say that she was surprised. “Rude, I’m still cute, you know.” He grumbled, and because he was Jack Hughes, the most annoying man she’d ever had the pleasure of encountering on the face of the planet, he poked her shoulder repeatedly. “Admit it, you still find me cute.” He whined. “You literally called me cute this morning.”

“That’s because you were sleeping.” Y/N shrugged. “You’re really cute when you shut up.”

“Yes, my favorite Jack was always a napping Jack growing up.” Ellen added from the side. 

“Mom.” He protested, watching as Y/N and his mother snickered together. He wondered how the both of them could claimed to love him when they treated him like this, wounding his pride and ego with every insult thrown his way. He crossed his arms, angling his body away from Y/N as she giggled and wrapped herself around him. 

“We’re just kidding, Jack.” Y/N grinned, reaching to pinch his cheek, chuckling when he swatted her hand away with a grunt. “You’re really the cutest.”

“You’re a liar.” He mumbled, shooting her a glare as she fought back an amused smile. “You said you loved me, but clearly you lied to me.”

“I do love you.” Y/N insisted. “And I love your baby pictures, too.”

Usually, Jack felt his heart soften when he watched Y/N and his mother get along. He thought he fell in love with her just a little harder every time he watched her eyes light up when she saw the women who raised him. But sometimes, he wished he never introduced her to his mother. He was almost certain she preferred spending time with his mother over him, and he was even more certain his mother wished Y/N was were the one she raised instead. He almost felt like the third wheel half the time he brought her over and he couldn’t help but wonder who did she even love more, him or his mother? 

Jack thought he had his answer, though when Y/N leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his jaw. No matter how often the two giggled at his expense, she didn’t kiss his mother on the jaw, and Jack couldn’t help but shoot a smirk her way as she rolled her eyes and stood.

“There are more I have to dig up sometime.” Ellen hummed, making Jack groan as Y/N nodded eagerly. “I’ll leave you two alone for a while.”

“I’m starting to think you come over for my mom instead of me.” Jack huffed as his mother left the room, making her roll her eyes as she leaned into his side. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her flush against his body, relaxing as her hand found his chest and rubbed slow circles. 

“Only you would be jealous of your own mother.” Y/N snorted.

“I’m not jealous.” Jack protested. “I’m simply concerned that you ignore your boyfriend for hours to make fun of him with his mother.” 

If there was one thing Y/N had learned after flipping through page after page of crying baby pictures, it was that Jack has been dramatic since the day he was born. This fact didn’t change even in his adult years, but if there was one other thing she’s learned, it’s that he was endearing, just a little too cute for his own good, and just a little too dangerously charming whether it’s the camera he was pouting at or her. She couldn’t help but shuffle closer, hugging him tightly as she smiled softly into his shirt. 

“C’mon.” Y/N hummed, pressing a kiss to his chest. “You know you’re my favorite. I do wish I had a baby to cuddle with right now, though.”

“You have me.” Jack glared. “I’m your baby and you can cuddle with me.”

“It’s just not the same.” Y/N teased. “You talk too much.”

“I’ll have you know I got in trouble quite a lot as a child for talking too much. Adult me is a lot better.” Somehow, Y/N wasn’t surprised and a small part of her was almost grateful she didn’t know Jack in his young, obnoxious days as a child. An even bigger part of her felt bad for his mother and the strength she must’ve needed to raise the handful of a boyfriend in her arms along with his two brothers. “And besides.” Jack smirked, leaning down to pull her into a brief kiss. “If you want a baby, I could easily give you one.”

“Jack.” Y/N hissed, swatting his shoulder and making him pout as he rubbed over the spot she’d hit. “One of you is more than enough. We don’t need another.”

[lovings4turn]

Ecstatic for your celebration!! Congrats once again!! May I please request something with Jack Hughes and the "eye contact all the time" prompt from the third fluff list? Please and thank you!

thank you so much nonnie lovely !!! and thank you so much for sending this in ,, i love this prompt for jack :(( i hope you like it sweetheart ,, sending love <3!!

jack makes it his personal mission to show you just how much he loves you in every little thing he does. between the compliments that flow from his lips like nectar and the gentle touches and kisses, you have no doubt in your mind that your place in his heart is cemented.

these displays of adoration extend to even the littlest of things, right down to his body language. because whenever he's around you, jack is unable to take his eyes off of you for longer than a minute or so.

more than that, jack always looks at you with a level of eye contact others may consider intense, yet it's something that you thrive under.

at first, you teased him about it, letting him know he was staring in the hopes it would bring a flush to his cheeks. but your boyfriend just winked at you with a crooked grin, a mumbled 'damn right' your only response as his eyes never strayed from your own.

jack looks at you like he sees you, all of you right in front of him, and wanted to commit every last detail of your eyes to memory. because no matter the chaos surrounding you, or the incoherent babbling leaving your lips, jack’s eyes lock onto yours like they're a lifeline.

his gaze is deep and soft. often, his eyes crinkle at the corners, a small price to pay for the intensity of the smile directed your way.

jack is never one to shy away from what he wants, and so he takes every opportunity to look his love, and you, straight in the eyes.

[starbabyg]

Can you do a smutty jack Hughes (like juraj and arber) ??

Jack Hughes smutty thots

you don’t gotta tell me twice to write about my baby daddy!!

Jack has such boyfriend energy when it comes to sex

Like that boyfriend you have in college that you experiment with and the two of you have a lot of firsts together

He loves having sex anywhere and anytime

He’ll drag you into the locker room before a game

“Come on y/n, no one’s in here they’re all on the ice for warm ups. It’ll be quick.”

You’re always so hesitant but somehow he always convinces you

He spends a lot of time beforehand just staring at your naked body

Hands running down your chest and stomach, “Fuck, you’re just so perfect”

Ohhhh how fine he looks as he bites his lip

Sometimes he forgets foreplay, that horny boy just wants to get straight to fucking

So you talk him through a lot

“Am I doing it right?” He’ll ask innocently as he’s going down on you

He’ll always look up at you while he gives you head, always trying to make sure you feel good

The fingering and clit sucking combo he does is immaculate

Once he gets the hang of it he’s perfect

He hits juuuust the right spot with his index and middle finger while swirling his tongue around your rose bud

When you squeal in pleasure he can’t help but laugh while still attached to you, chuckles reverberating through you

Much more of a receiver than a giver, he’s selfish with sex (he’s such a spoiled brat but I can’t help but love him)

He just lovessss how good you look while choking on his length

Holding your hair in a ponytail, he nods in approval “mmhmm just like that. Keep going and I’m gonna cum babe”

I feel like his dick is so pretty

Like it’s cut and the tip is a cute rosy pink. It has a single vein that just runs up the underside.

He either keeps is nice and trimmed or has a small bush, not too much tho cause he’s a manscaper lmfao

He has a lil happy trail that leads from his v-line downwards

It’s not a thick happy trail but it’s visible

He’s a biter

He loves to leave sloppy kisses along your tummy that end in tiny lil bites

It just leaves shivers down your spine

I feel like he loves a good hair tug

you give him the slightest bit of pressure when you tug his locks, ouuu it sets him off

He’s a freak for public sex

Has a list of places he wants to do it. This includes a beach, the movies, while he drives, and on the private plane (which are all going to be smuts soon wink wink lmk which one to do first)

He also has a voyeurism kink,,

Like he loves to fuck your loudly while his friends are over

It’s like he wants all of them to hear you screaming his name

“Mhmm, let ‘em know who’s making you feel this fucking good”

He’s just always so horny

He has to fuck you like five times a day

He wakes up, wants to fuck, before practice, wants to fuck, right before bed, wants to fuck

It’s insane that his skinny lil body has all that stamina

He loves to cuddle afterwards

He keeps a rag/baby wipes by the bed so he can clean you up as fast as possible because he just wants to lay in your arms

He honestly just loves being [half] naked with you

Little to no clothes is his favorite

He loves when you just wear one of his t shirts and your panties

It’s easier to access, just bend you over and fuck you wherever you are

Sex with him is just fun and cute

It gets hot and heavy

But it’s like young love sex

It’s romantic and silly and something you just remember forever

God I’m getting heartbroken cause I can’t fuck him rn!!!!

[prettytoxicrevolver]

11 and Jack

“Trevor!” you squeal loudly, running over to your best friend and swinging your arms around his neck as he catches you.

“There’s my girl,” he says into your neck and you grin against him.

“Z! Back off my girl,” You hear Jack growl behind you and you can’t help but roll your eyes. Trevor lightly drops you and you turn in his embrace to face Jack.

“Back off Hughes, I was just saying hi,” you roll your eyes and lean back into Trevor only to make Jack’s anger grow.

He storms off and you sigh in frustration, turning back to Trevor with annoyance in your features.

“He’s so fucking annoying,” you grind out and Trevor laughs.

“He’s obsessed with you,” Trevor amends and you shake your head.

“Would love it if he fucking told me that.”

Trevor shakes his head at you, throwing an arm around your shoulder and leading you into the Hughes lake house.

You spend the next few hours catching up with Trevor and trying to ignore the glares from Jack. He had always been a little jealous, your relationship going undefined for many years much to your frustration.

“Z, give me a sec?” you ask, tired of Jacks staring.

“Course.”

You stand, storming over to where Jack is sitting and grab his hand. He only has a second to react before you’re pulling him out of the living room and into his bedroom. You slam the door shut closed before whirling back around to face him.

“What are we?” You demand, giving Jack zero time for a reaction.

“What?”

“You cuddle me when we’re alone, you compliment me 24/7, you nearly bite any guy's head off that comes near me, and yet you won’t label shit!” you yell out angrily. “What the fuck are we?”

“You’re mine,” Jack responds, understanding the seriousness of the question now.

“Prove it.”

Without a word, Jack pulls you in and presses his lips to yours in a deep kiss that has your head spinning. When you pull apart, he takes your hand and drags you back out to the living room where a very confused Trevor sits.

“She’s my fucking girlfriend so stop looking at her like you’ll ever have a chance Z,” he barks out quickly and you take a physical step back at Jacks words.

“Shit Hughes calm the fuck down I always knew she was yours,” Trevor says shrugging his shoulders. “I just like fucking with ya.”

You and Trevor both end up in a heap of giggles while Jack glares at both of you but kisses the side of your head regardless.

[hugheshugs]

hi beautiful! could you possibly do some hockey boy thoughts with either jack hughes or joel farabee on how they would reassure their curvy partner that they’re pretty thank you xx

hihi, nommie, of course i can ! i'll do this one for jackjack cuz im in my feels rn. (also just wanna take a moment to say that you're all gorgeous no matter what you look like or your size, we're all beautiful in our own ways) <3

i feel like he definitely wouldn't think you're feeling insecure until you say or do something that makes him go oh.

because to him, you're the prettiest girl on the planet. he never realized you even had a reason to be insecure because he never saw any flaws in you.

he'd give you lots of hugs and cuddles, attempt to cook your favourite dinner, take you shopping to buy you lots of clothes that make you feel pretty—even though you already are.

"hey, my love.." jack says slowly, walking into the bedroom as you wiped your nose with the back of your hand.

"you— you're home early," your voice quivered, your eyes looking everywhere but his own.

"coach let us go early," he shrugged a shoulder as he stood in front of you, bringing a hand up to your chin.

his thumb pressed against your cheek and he lightly moved your face, forcing you to look up at him. "what's wrong, baby?"

"i-i just don't feel the best," you mumbled quietly.

"hm? tell me what's wrong."

"don't feel pretty."

he took a seat beside you on the bed and pulled you into his embrace, comfortingly running a hand up and down your back.

"you're the prettiest girl i've ever seen," he started, your sniffles tugging on the strings of his heart. he felt you shake your head against him and sighed before kissing the top of your head.

"everything about you is gorgeous. from your hair to your toes— yes, i know that sounds weird but bear with me here."

he smiled as you let out a small laugh. "and i'll do anything and everything i can to make you believe that."

[dougiewonderland]

I'm sorry to everyone I promised fics that I never delivered on. Motivation to write has been hard to find recently if I'm being honest, and while I have had a lot of ideas for fics I've not been able to put them into words.

HOWEVER! I am in the car on the way to North Carolina (not Raleigh sadly) and I've been getting some progress in on the Jack Hughes enemies to lovers someone requested ages ago! I don't have a projected release date yet as it depends on how much I get done today and when I get motivation to work on it some more.

My question for everyone: would you prefer one long fic or a two-part story, where the first part sets everything up and the second part is more what everyone is really looking for?

Please reply or send asks about which you'd prefer so I know how to go about putting this together!!

Y'all are the best!! 😊

[thatsdemko]

with feeling - j.hughes

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pairing: jack hughes x fem!reader

warnings: fake dating trope + one bedroom trope + jack being an asshole + angst + fluff at the end

a/n: HOCKEY IS BACK EVERYONE!

so maybe it wasn’t so bad to be “tied” down to a man you never actually loved in the first place. that’s a lie, it’s actually far worse.

he’s not a bad person, he’s not a bad kisser, and he’s certainly not bad looking, but his personality is far worse than shit.

his bright smiles and adorable laughter only go so far in a picture to make him seem like he was perfect, except he was so far from it. with his jagged persona and his inability to remain in an actual relationship, jack hughes was a sore spot in your heart. meaning, you knew what you signed up for, he would never actually love you.

and while smiling for his family and holding his hand in the secrecy of his family’s private summer home, there was only so far you were willing to go to prove to Ellen hughes you actually loved her son.

“I’m not sharing a room with you.”

“it doesn’t look like you have much of an option.” he snaps, words cut like a fork scraping a plate, irritation grew in your body. you knew why she did this, she believes you two have far more in common than trying to make each other roll your eyes, but this was too much. you’d rather sleep in a ball in the sand than share a queen size bed with him.

“I wish I had another option.” you mumble for only yourself, however he catches your words and just rolls his eyes continuing to unpack his things.

“you had an option of not coming. now look at the mess we are in.” he gestures his hands to the bed and around the room like a disaster had fallen amongst the four walls. if this was the worst of all things to happen to him, he had a hell of a storm coming for him one day.

you turn your head in his direction, you watch him anxiously tug on the brim of his ball cap before tossing his duffel bag beside the dresser of his clothes. his body collapses against the mattress making the frame squeak under his weight, “can this week be over already?”

“it’s only beginning.” you whisper hearing the echoes of laughter and music begin to make their way up the stairs, the music grows louder and Trevor’s voice bounces off the walls. you can already feel the impending headache.

here goes nothing.

—

“jack tells me you met at the bars in jersey?” Quinn takes his first dig, the two of you sit in the lounge chairs watching the other boys swim around the lake and toss around a ball that you two had no interest in.

“yeah and he wouldn’t leave me alone.” you stifle out a chuckle because out of your whole story full of lies, that was the only bit of truth. he’d followed you around like a gnat always in your face and never leaving your sight, and that’s when things began to fly south.

“he has a tendency to be very clingy when he’s drunk.”

“you don’t say.” you tilt your sunglasses down to the edge of your nose looking over at the eldest hughes who barked out a laugh in response.

turning your head in the direction of the sun, your eyes automatically fall onto the three boys in the lake: Trevor, Alex, and jack. you can’t help but let your heart melt like butter at the sight of his tanned shoulders, and muscular arms, it makes your heart jump like a kid playing hopscotch with a smile on their face.

you watch him make his way across the sand, tossing the ball in his hands he tosses it over to Quinn before slipping his wet body against yours and taking a seat on your lap. show time starts now, pretending to be in love in 3,2,1…

“saw you watching me.”

“actually I was looking at Alex.” you point your index finger over to the brunette who quickly presses a kiss to your cheek, “I knew my dimples had an affect on you.”

you can’t help the laughter that rumbles out of your body, if it wasn’t for jack hughes tying you down, you’d be all over that dimpled smile and curly black hair. but alas, the long dirty brown hair and rosy sun kissed cheeks was yours.

“I have a very adorable smile too.” jack argues flashing you a cheeky grin before getting up off your lap and taking the lounge chair beside you. you can’t help rolling your eyes, despite how your heart certainly agrees when he flashes you another wide smile before turning back to his two friends.

“you have the worlds biggest ego that’s what you have.”

“she has a point.” Quinn nudges his way into the conversation earning his brother to glare at him. it’s no secret, jack grew up with people petting his ego and feeding into his greatness, and once you didn’t confined to the rest of the worlds views, that’s when he began to notice how different you were. it automatically drew him to you, and he loved that you didn’t care that he was the worlds best hockey player, you just hated him for him.

“don’t let her win she always does.”

“I’ve actually never won an argument with you, so please yeah I would love this win.” your additional comment earns jack to roll his eyes, and just like usual this is how the banter is. you edge each other on with lies and jokes to see who will crack first, this was truly the foundation of your fake relationship. it started out with a lie and a joke. now look at you two.

he licks his bottom lip, you can see the wheels in his brain are spinning faster than a hamster wheel. he’s trying to find anything to get even, but nothing comes. he just relaxes against the back of the chair and closes his eyes, “enjoy your win.”

“oh I will, this is just the beginning of your torture.”

like it wasn’t enough torture to see you in a skimpy bikini and have to use all of his self control to not inappropriately touch you, and like it wasn’t enough torture that he has to share a bed with you.

yeah, he’s definitely had enough torture on day one.

—

“you want to split an ice cream cone with me?” you turn to Luke, looking up at him, he’s nothing alike to the two of his brothers. he’s got soft curls and an absolute killer personality.

“only if we get sprinkles?”

“now you have taste.” you nudge your shoulder into his bicep. you stand along side luke at the counter while he orders for you both, jack stands a couple feet away with Trevor, the two still deciding, but you can feel his eyes on you.

“what’d you get?” jack swoops in, his arm wraps around your waist and pulls you closer to him. the man behind the counter gives you both a knowing look that he had taken the hint, but it wasn’t him that jack was trying to make a message to.

“I’m sharing a cone with Luke.”

a frown forms against his lips as he lets go of your waist, “I thought we would share?”

you offer him your best apologetic look, “Luke and I like the same ice cream, you can share with Trevor.”

“I’m not sharing with Trevor.” he pouts watching luke hand you the ice cream cone. you swipe your tongue around the sweet cream swallowing the sprinkled deliciousness, “you want a kiss instead?” you offer, licking the sweetness that’s left on your lips before jack takes his thumb and swipes the corner of your mouth.

“you know,” he leans closer to your ear just for you to hear, “I don’t like sharing. especially you.”

“it’s just ice cream.” you tell him giving him a rather pointed look that earns him to back off. you know his words had zero meaning behind them. and even if they did, you still would roll your eyes, but if they were true, you’d actually kiss him to prove him you love him. instead, you stick with just pinching his side to receive a grunt from his lips.

skipping out the store doors, you and luke find an empty table to dig your spoons into the cold soft serve ice cream, “do you think he’s really mad about this?” Luke asks, mouth full of the sweet flavor, you swear by the look in his eyes it’s like he’s never had a taste of sugar in his life.

you shake your head in response, digging your spoon into the sprinkled goodness and listen to the bell of the store door chime. Trevor and jack join you both, they sit opposite to you two and it’s pure uncomfortable silence.

“should we buy turcs something?” your offer is innocent, nothing but a pure suggestion for the boy who didn’t join you four in the adventure. but there’s a look in jacks eyes that wishes you would just stop. he wishes you didn’t show an interest in anyone else.

“he doesn’t really like ice cream.” Trevor pipes in with a shrug of his shoulders, you can tell he’s trying to ease the mood, “but I’ll leave him a bite of my ice cream.”

“you’re a good guy, Trev.” you smile up at him, his dirty blond hair curls over top his forehead just above his eyebrows. your dashing smile earns him a little blush that quickly pales away when jack shoots him a look.

“I’m full the rest is yours.” you say to Luke and drop your spoon onto the brown napkin. the glares and intense stares from the man across the table was enough to ruin your appetite. what was with him? not even a month ago jack was calling you buddy behind closed doors, now in front of his family and closest friends, he chose to be an asshole? he truly is one man that’s hard to fake date.

—

“good night.”

he softly closes the door on his mother. she’s whisper rambling on about protection, and other embarrassing things, that you can slightly make out, but jack just closes the door. he says it’s better to stop her before she changes her mind and makes you sleep on the couch.

“so what was with you tonight?” you bite the bullet. there wasn’t a question in your mind you didn’t want answered, and after the ice cream show down you stood your distance from him. even when he rested his hand on your thigh, you made it obvious you weren’t in the mood.

he’s taking his shirt off when you look up from your phone. the white shirt is thrown over his head and soon right on to the floor among many other items of clothing, “nothing was with me.”

“please,” you bark out a sarcastic laugh. you sit upright in the bed, he paces the floor unpacking his clothes and preparing for the next morning, “you don’t like sharing me? what’s that all about?”

“I see the way you flirt with my friends.” he says so in a matter of fact tone, like it’s not news to him how you interact with everyone, “I know you want to fuck Alex.”

rolling your eyes, you toss a pillow in his direction, it hits the side of his head making him turn in your direction, “you are ridiculous, jack! I’m with you—“

“not really! this isn’t even real. you don’t like me like you like Alex.”

his shoulders slump, he crawls into bed, he curls his body close to yours, “you don’t actually like me. you’re just with me because you have to be.”

an unconscious scoff leaves you lips, “jack, I wouldn’t be spending a week with your family if I actually hated you.”

his ears perk to that, head snapping upward to meet your eyes, “what do you mean?” he asks. the words so faint against his lips he’s sure you didn’t hear him.

“I mean I like you, but man you’re the worst date ever.”

he springs upward, mouth slightly agape, “I—I was only ever being rude because I thought you hated me?”

you’re shaking your head at him. he’s unbelievable, and to think that was all his true personality, his next move proved differently. especially when it landed soft against your lips, then stronger with each passing second.

“I actually like you too, with strong feeling by the way.” he whispers these words in between breaths and gasps that escape both of your lips.

“we should stop here before your mom hears us.” you push his face away gently, “but that’s good to know you’re not actually an asshole.”

he barks out a laugh collapsing beside you, “it was hard to be an asshole to you, but now that that’s out of the way can I take you on a proper date?”

“absolutely.”

[mirage-aera]

•°. *࿐ Sick days || JH86

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Love Lost - Mac Miller, The Temper Trap

Synopsis: Sick days usually aren’t fun. Especially for Jack. He hates them. But you somehow always make it better.

Word count: 1.401

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Am I watching the canucks game while writing this? Yes, and stressing over it

When they said that men are always the most dramatic when they catch the common cold, you didn’t believe them. You thought it was an exaggeration. But the way Jack has been acting the past three days? Yeah, it’s not an exaggeration. You’re both curing his cold while nursing your own headache. One that’s been a product of his whining. This man is acting as if he’s on his deathbed, a damsel in distress, a whiny little-. You love him, but you wouldn’t be opposed to the idea of sedating him for a day so that you could get some peace and quiet. You would like to know how Ellen handled him whenever he got sick. It’s almost unbearable.

“Babyyy?”

“Am I dying? It feels like I’m dying.”

“Everything hurts…”

“More medicine? I don’t need it. It’s disgusting.”

“Can you please get me a painkiller? I do need it…”

The need to hit him with a pan to knock him out for a few hours is concerningly high. You’re trying to be patient with him. He’s not feeling well, and not being active, those are things that he hates and you know that. You’re really trying to be patient with him. However, he makes it very hard to when he’s whining every other minute.

You hide yourself in the kitchen to make sure Jack will leave you alone for a minute. You absentmindedly stir canned chicken soup in a small pan. When it starts smoking you take it off the heat and grab a bowl. You pour the soup into the bowl and grab a spoon. You carefully walk to your bedroom with the bowl, a bottle of water, and a pill. You open the door a little wider and walk up to him. He sniffles but manages to crack out a small smile. “There you are. I missed you.” He says softly, making your heart melt. Sick as ever and he still manages to make butterflies flutter. “I was only gone for a minute.” You say gently as you place the bottle and pill on his nightstand. You hold out the bowl of soup. He grimaces at the sight of it. You give him a stern look. “You need to eat something. Otherwise, you won’t get better. And make sure you take a pill after or while you eat.” You can’t help but fuss over him a bit.

He groans in response but takes the bowl from you. He starts eating at a slow pace. You sit by his bedside and watch him eat. Pale, sweaty face, hair pointing in all sorts of directions, and yet he still is so handsome to you. He notices that you’re staring and glances at you. He lets out a raspy chuckle. “There’s nothing noteworthy to stare at right now.” You smile and move his hair out of his face. It’s starting to become a little long again. “There’s plenty to stare at. You’ll always be pretty in my eyes.” His eyes shine at your comment. “Pretty?” He asks with amusement in his voice. You roll your eyes but can’t help but let a grin creep up your face. “Sorry. Handsome.” He smiles triumphantly. “That’s what I thought.”

He soon finishes his bowl of soup. You take it from him and set it aside. You hand him the bottle of water and the small white pill. He takes it from you. You notice how clammy his hands are. You frown as you watch him down the pill followed by big gulps of water. You place the back of your hand against his forehead. Your frown deepens when you feel how warm he still is. He knows better than to fight you back so he lets you do your thing. “Your fever is not letting up. You should get some more rest. That might help.” You say softly. He nods and slides underneath the blankets. He pulls it up to his chin. You gently run a hand through his hair. “I’ll be in the living room. Just holler if you need me.” You say softly. Although, you’re secretly hoping he’ll sleep for a couple of hours. For both of your sakes. “Alright.” He croaks before shutting his eyes. You watch over him until you’re sure he’s fallen asleep. You get up carefully and make your way to the living room.

***

Time passes by quickly when you’re finally able to relax. You check the time on your phone only to realize Jack has been sleeping for a while now. You get up from the couch and quietly walk back towards your bedroom. You peek your head in only to see Jack snoring away without a care in the world. You smile at the sight, happy that he’s getting some rest. You realize that the blanket has slipped down a little. You carefully walk up to him and tuck him back in. You tuck the sides underneath him. Tightly wrapping him up in the blanket. He looks like a burrito. A 5’11 burrito.

You step back and take in the sight. You let out a quiet snicker. You pull out your phone and take a picture. Saving that for later. You look at him one more time before leaving the room and going back to the couch. You throw yourself down onto the couch and look at the picture you’ve taken. You snort. Jack’s going to kill you for sure once he finds out. You send it to the Hughes brothers group chat that Jack has ever so kindly thrown you into.

Another hour passes as you’re peacefully watching something on the television. You laugh at the conversation going on in the group chat. You hear some rustling from the bedroom. You’re about to get up when you hear a hoarse holler. “Baby!” You chuckle, “yeah bub?” He lets out a loud groan. “You did not send that picture in the group chat!” You let out a laugh and make your way towards him. You snicker when you see his phone in his hand. The group chat is still open. “I did. It was way too hilarious to pass up. You were like a burrito. Or should I say a Jackrito? One of a kind.” He pouts at you. “Really? A Jackrito? Was that necessary?” He asks, almost offended by your shenanigans. You snicker. “Yes. It’s funny.” He crosses his arms and huffs. “I don’t find you very amusing right now.” He retorts before he gets into a coughing fit. You pat his back, helping him through it. “You’ll find it amusing when you get better.” He glares at you and shakes his head. He stops coughing. “You’re still in trouble. Don’t forget that, because I certainly won’t.” You let out a snort. “Whatever you say bub.” You look at him affectionately. You suddenly get a great idea. “I should send the picture to your mom.” His eyes widen at what you said. “No!” He exclaims. You burst out into laughter. He huffs and pulls the blanket over him. “I’m glad you are having fun while I’m dying.” You roll your eyes. “Now you’re being dramatic again. For the millionth time, you are not dying Jack. You simply have the common cold.” He lets out a raspy chuckle. He lifts the blanket slightly and pulls you into him. He covers you both with the blanket. “It feels like I’m dying, especially when you aren’t around.” You can’t help but smile at that, despite his theatrics. You can feel yourself getting tired. Even though it isn’t that late yet. The warmth he’s emitting is so comforting. You let yourself fall asleep in his arms.

***

A week later he’s back on his feet. But he transferred his germs to you. You’re as sick as a dog. He walks into your bedroom with a bowl of soup in his hands. “This will make you feel better.” You glare at him. He laughs, “are you still mad at me for getting you sick?” You nod, “what do you think?” He snickers and sets the bowl aside. He sits by your side and rubs your arm tenderly. “I said sorry baby. But…” he trails off. He shows you a cheeky grin. “It’s only the common cold. Don’t be so dramatic. You still want to hit him with a pan. “I hate you.” He rolls his eyes before planting a kiss on your forehead. “I love you too. Get better soon, okay?”

[trevuorzegras]

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I am in desperate need of some good friends who love to geek out!! Not only to station-19 but anything!

A little about myself!

I’m 21 (22 in a few weeks),

My inbox is always open no matter what!

female she/her,

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[workinatdapyramid]

hockey boys 𐐪𐑂

* .・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

jack hughes.

quinn hughes.

luke hughes.

trevor zegras.

* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

[sweetestdesire]

STUBBORN PRIDE

WARNINGS: absolutely none. Just some pure, sweet content.

PAIRING(S): Jack Hughes x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: in which Jack Hughes is too stubborn to let Fem!Reader peacefully sleep on the couch.

Jack Hughes was difficult to have arguments with. He was stubborn and never seemed to take things seriously and he never really listened to a word anyone said. Everything always went in one ear and out the other. Like when Y/N told him she’d be on the couch for the night so she could have space, for example. It seemed space was not a word in Jack’s dictionary, because he strolled into the living room with his hands in his pockets and his lips whistling a soft tune.

Y/N glared at him from her spot on the couch, watching as he stopped a few feet before her. There was a smooth grin on his face, almost like he had plastered it on for appearance’s sake, like it masked the true nature of his feelings as he hid them with that usual unbothered smile of his.

“Is there room for one more?”

“No.” Y/N said bluntly, promptly turning away to face her back to him. She didn’t have to look back to know his face was curled into that pout of his, the dangerous one that did too good of a job of convincing her to give him his way.

“Okay, fine.” Jack huffed, and then she heard the soft thud of his body settling on the floor, making her itch to turn and peek over the edge of the couch.

Y/N succeeded at ignoring for him for approximately thirty seconds before the curiosity got the better of her and she swallowed her pride and took a quick look. sure enough, he laid curled on the hardwood floor, limbs awkwardly sprawled as he stared up at her with innocent eyes.

"What are you doing?" Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, and he stared at her like she’d asked a silly question, and maybe she had. Being hard to get rid of had always been Jack’s specialty, and she should’ve known better by now that retiring to the couch was never enough to retire from him.

"I’m going to sleep. What does it look like I’m doing?" Jack said like it was obvious. She almost smacked him with her pillow for his tone, but she had half a mind not to. It was the perfect opportunity for him to steal it, and it wasn’t her problem he forgot the single most important thing when it came to sleeping.

"Well, why here?" Y/N scowled, making him shrug as he settled his hands behind his head and looked up to the ceiling.

"Seems like a good spot to sleep if you ask me.” He said casually. “Nice hard floor to cushion my back, cool breeze of the air conditioning to keep me cold, and the clock ticking in my ear to keep me up. Sounds like the perfect place, eh? And if I get bored, we even have a TV.”

"I let you have the bed, you idiot.” She pursed her lips.

"Who needs a bed when I can sleep on the hardwood floor next to my sweet, pretty girl?”

Y/N cut him off before he could finish, feeling the last possible vein she could preserve while dating a man like Jack Hughes pop. "Well, then I’m going to use the bed if you won’t.” She sat up, grabbing her pillow and blanket.

And because he’s Jack Hughes, the bane of her existence and the sole cause of all her headaches, he sat up, too. "Good idea, baby. Let’s go.”

"No. You stay here, and I’ll take the bed."

"Okay.” Jack hummed, still not making any moves to lay back down.

Y/N quickly realized this wasn’t a battle she could easily win with him and she rolled her eyes, shoulders slumping in defeat as she glared down at him. Jack looked up at her with that same innocent look, those same wide eyes that blinked up at her like they couldn't possibly do any wrong.

"You do realize I’m not sharing the bed with you just because you're stubborn, right?" Y/N asked dryly.

Jack grinned, that familiar glint in his eyes that always meant trouble. “Well, I never said anything about taking the bed, now did I?”

"Jack, you can't possibly mean sleeping on the floor next to the bed.”

"It’s technically not the bed.” He insisted. “All you said is you're not sleeping with me. You never said anything about near me."

"Okay, I don't want to sleep near you.” She scowled.

"Nuh-uh, no way.” He shook his head. “You can't add rules now. It’s far too late."

"Jack, I swear to fucking God.”

"So, what'll it be? Bed or couch?"

"I hate you.” Y/N grumbled, settling back down on the cushions of their living room couch, back once more facing him. She could hear his body softly settle back onto the floor again, and after a few beats of silence, he spoke up again.

"Can I use your blanket? I’m cold."

"No."

"C’mon, just toss half of it over the edge, I’ll scoot over. We can make it work somehow.”

"Are you intentionally trying to piss me off?" Y/N snapped as she sat up, glaring down at him once more.

Jack Hughes was difficult to have arguments with. He was stubborn and annoying and so stupidly handsome. He made her eyes soften before she could help it as they grazed over his messy hair and the soft glow of his lip balm. He made her anger ebb away slowly no matter how hard she tried to latch onto it just from that toothy grin of his. He made her forget they were arguing and that she should be mad when she noticed the soft, gentle traces of love in his eyes.

So, Y/N blinked as she watched him, letting out a quiet sigh as he shook his head and offered her a small, innocent smile, one that told her he loved her, that he wasn’t mad, and that he'd wait on the cold, hard floor with no pillow and blanket for her as long as he needed to.

"No.” Jack chuckled. “No, I’d never want to make you mad. You’re scary when you get mad.”

"That’s rich, coming from someone who’s supposed to be a big, strong hockey player.” Y/N muttered, making him laugh softly. And she wasn’t mad anymore, not as much as she was just a bit ago. Maybe it was because she loved him too, even despite the way he made her veins pop, and her patience thin, and her head ache with that aggravating personality of his. Maybe that's what love was, when even the bad and the ugly were part of the good.

"Behind every strong man is an even stronger woman.” He cheekily remarked, his grin never fading.

"Just come here.” Y/N groaned, scooting over to make room for him on the couch.

Jack didn’t need to be told twice. He didn’t even waste a single moment as if he'd been expecting it all this time as he climbed in beside her and pulled her into his chest. It was cramped and slightly uncomfortable as her legs dangled over the edge and her pillow barely fit under both of their heads, but his body was warm and his arms held her tight and she could faintly make out the thrum of his heart against her body. Maybe it wasn’t so bad, not if it was with Jack.

"Did you miss me too much?" Jack wriggled his eyebrows, pouting when she shoved his face away as he leaned in for a kiss.

"You still haven't earned kisses back yet.” Y/N grinned. “Goodnight, Jack."

"But I can't sleep without a goodnight kiss.” Jack pouted, softly nudging her with his shoulder.

"I love you.” Y/N cut him off with a giggle. Jack Hughes was difficult to have arguments with, but she thought that she won this time.

[lovings4turn]

ᯓ★ 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 (𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬)

aka. becca was inspired by her love for starface patches and wrote this in her sleep deprived state !! hope you enjoy anyway loves <33

breakouts suck.

it’s a universal fact, one you think would be impossible to argue with no matter who you are. nothing can truly make them enjoyable, per-se, but you believe you’ve found a way to bring a hint of amusement to the infuriating spots: colourful pimple patches. more specifically, ones shaped like stars that came in an array of colours for you to choose from.

gone from sight are the unwanted guests on your face, replaced by a smattering of mini yellow, purple, and pink stars that dust your forehead, chin, and nose.

another bonus? your boyfriend seems to be pretty fond of them, too.

jack is currently cuddled up to you, head resting against your chest, when he lifts his head to admire you for a moment. brows furrow, and a finger extends to poke at the star sitting on the bridge of your nose.

“i meant to ask you, baby. what are these?” he asks, voice tinged with mirth. “trying out a new look?”

you snort, swatting gently at his hand that begins to peel at one of the patches in curiosity.

half of you wants to mess with him, come up with some crazy, convoluted reasoning behind the stars gracing your face. the other part of you is far too tired to think of something right now, and to deal with his consequent onslaught of questions and excitement.

“ha ha.” your tone is dry, but your eyes give you away, soft as you look back at him. “they’re pimple patches. supposed to stop you touching them while they heal, or something like that.”

your nose scrunches a little at the explanation you provide, and jack produces an ‘ah’ of understanding.

“i like them. ‘s like your own personal little constellation,” he supplies, toothy grin stretching wider as he makes a point of lightly poking each star, tracing their pattern to map out his own galaxy.

“yeah. my own constellation,” you echo, surprised at just how sweet your voice comes out, the short word thick and syrupy like honey.

as he finally reaches the sticker sat on your chin, you part your lips and playfully nip at his finger, letting out a laugh at his disgruntled look.

“that’s for poking at them,” you declare, pressing a kiss to the pad of his finger to placate his pout. “i put them on to stop myself from messing with them, and look what happens.”

“can you blame me? sitting there looking all pretty with some colourful stars on y’face and you expect me not to touch them?”

before you can respond, jack speaks again.

“and just for the record, i’m so stealing those from you.”

[starbabyg]

Daddy Jack and Baby Jack | Jack Hughes Drabbles

I have so many daddy Jack drafts that are a fourth done but rn I’m loving writing smaller works and having requests come in to respond to. This is kindaaa based on those works.

Jack has a baby girl first, and what’s a more fitting name for the future J Hughes legacy than Jaqueline

The first thing Jack does when he finds out you’re pregnant is buy little skates. He can’t wait til baby can walk so he can get them on the ice

Although you wanted to keep the pregnancy a secret until you were further along, Jack couldn’t help but call everyone he knows to tell them the news

“I nutted in her, and now we’re having a baby Quinn” “Err, ew? Okay? Congratulations?”

Every time Jack sees something baby related he buys it. No hesitation. The baby room is so filled that it’s starting to get hard to walk in.

Baby girl looks just like her mama but with Jack’s smile. She is literally the splitting image of you, which Jack loves so much

Although she looks like her mama she acts just like her daddy. She has all the same mannerisms as Jack. You even caught the two sleeping the exact same, turning and shuffling at the same time

All the boys love to call her Jaq Jaq but Trevor calls her little Hughes

Speaking of Trevor, the two of them are always going at it. Y/n and Jack find it hilarious to hear Trevor argue with a literal child

She of course as the first Hughes baby is spoiled to deathhhh, which you try to lay off but between her dad and uncles you really can’t help it

Uncle Quinn and Uncle Luke are always taking her out to do something. When things go quiet and she’s nowhere to be found the first thing you do is Group FaceTime the two boys, and on one phone your baby will pop up on the camera saying “hiiiiiii”

Jack gets jealous when he sees baby girl bond with his brothers or friends on the level they do

“I though I was special,” he’ll grumpily say

But at the same time he is so happy everyone loves her as much as he does

He takes baby girl to every single practice and game in hopes that she will like the sport

Which of course she does

She goes to every game wearing an 86 jersey and a red and black tutu sometimes even little tiny devil horns

But one time she wore Luke’s jersey and Jack felt so betrayed

He literally took the jersey off his back and told her to put it on

At first she was scared of the Devils mascot but now she can’t leave it alone

Baby Jaq hates being in the box seats and much rather prefers being right by the glass so she can say hi to daddy

The amount of times Jack skates by just to tap the glass and say hi >>>

Ofc all the players have to say hi to her at least once or she gets mad at them

She’ll go into the locker room after the game and go up to them like “I know you saw me say hi why didn’t you say hi back?”

Baby Jaq loves to walk the red carpets with her daddy

She feels like a little superstar and thinks all the pictures being taken are for her

Secretly one of her fave players is Nico

He always says yes to playing with her before and after games so she likes him the best

You catch them playing with dolls together while he’s supposed to be in practice

And while he’s on the bench baby Jaq tries to tie his hair up and put bows she brought on him

Nico actually wears it under his helmet but you can see the little pink and yellow bows sticking out

Jack and Luke get jealous because why did she choose Nico to give a makeover to??

Next thing you know everybody on the Devs is wearing bows in their hair

Baby Jaq is just everything to Jack, she’s his whole world and best friend aside from you

He’s just so happy he can raise a little human alongside the love of his life

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Picnic | Jack Hughes

“What are you up to today?” Jack asks over the phone.

“Uhm, nothing really,” you say thinking over your plans.

“Will you be free around 1?”

“Why? You taking me out?” you ask, smiling ridiculously.

“Something like that,” Jack responds and you both giggle. “Can you wear that sundress that I love?”

“You’re very demanding today,” you joke, and Jack shrugs you off with a laugh.

You hand up and start to get ready, curling your hair into light waves and slipping on Jack’s favorite dress. It’s almost one when you’re finished and your doorbell rings throughout the apartment. You make your way over, slipping on a pair of sandals and grabbing your purse as you go. When you swing open the door, Jack turns and holds a bouquet of flowers, hiding his growing smile behind the beautiful plant.

“Baby,” you grin and step forward, pressing a kiss to his cheek before taking the flowers from his hands. You place them on your side table with a mental note to put them in a vase later on.

You step out of your apartment, shutting the door, and take a step back to look at Jack. He’s clad in khaki shorts, a blue t-shirt, and a backwards black hat. You lean forward and press a kiss to his lips and feel his smile through it.

When you pull away, Jack leans over and picks up what seems to be a picnic basket. Your smile widens and you can’t help but let out a squeal of excitement.

“A picnic??” You ask hopefully.

“It’s gorgeous out today I figured we could do something different,” Jack says.

“You really are my dream man.”

The two of you giggle before heading down your apartment stairs and into Jack’s car. He leaves the picnic basket in the back, and when you step into the passenger seat, Jack immediately takes your hand in his and starts to head off.

You drive for a few minutes, the two of you enjoying the summer breeze and music flowing through the car. You get to the spot Jack has picked, a park not too far from the beach, and somehow your excitement doubles.

The two of you get out of the car, heading to a secluded area near a tree and laying out the blanket Jack brought with him. He sets down the basket and you sit with your legs to the side, far too excited to see what Jack brought you.

He opens the basket, reaching in and producing two sandwiches.

“Peanut butter and jelly,” he says and you clap happily. “Grapes,” he adds pulling another bag out. “And, Reese's.”

“Oh my god, marry me,” you exclaim when your boyfriend produces your favorite candy.

He giggles, divvying up the food and the two of you spend the time eating and talking, enjoying the outdoor weather and each other’s presence.

“We should do this more often,” Jack says laying his head on your lap. You smile, pulling his hat off his head and running your fingers through his hair.

“Agreed.”

[ryangravytrain]

24 and 86 plus NicoJack 🤔

NicoJack! NicoJack! Slightly nsfw so be aware!!

"Mashup Prompts"

24: Soulmate au

86: I didn't mean to turn you on

Jack has always known about how the soulmate connection worked. You experience a high emotion? Your soulmate will feel a more subdued version of said emotion, that's just how it worked. Now Jack was a bit of a romantic for sure but when you put him and his friends in his lake house with no parents and an abundance of alcohol…well lets just say Jack's soulmate is the farthest from his mind.

Coming back to Jersey after the off season was one of Jack's favorite times. He gets to see all his boys again and he gets to see Nico. Nico, his captain who Jack is totally not in love with, not at all.

P.K. had invited the team to a private pool party near the outskirts of New Jersey for the whole team. Jack of course attended, knowing that his summer tan was perfect and he wanted the chance to ogle at Nico a bit before he had to be professional.

Jack was lounging on a pool chair enjoying the sun when Nico came out. He was wearing a dark red bathing suit that looked like it was about two sizes too small. 

“Nice hickey there hughesy,” Nico laughed, poking at a bruise on Jack's collarbone that he had forgotten about. Jack shoved Nicos hand away, but kept his eyes on Nicos shorts.

“Ya ya, you know how it goes…”

Nico snorted, “I don't, but my soulmate does,” Nico sat down in the chair next to him, “I felt like I was horny the whole summer, they really never stopped.”

“What do you mean?” Jack asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I mean, I could feel how horny my soulmate was every single day. Always at awkward times too, I was in the grocery store one time when I just got hit with a wave of horny.”

“Really?” Jack asked, intrigued.

Nico smirked, “Oh ya, in fact, They're getting there now, I can tell.”

Jack swallowed, “And uh… what do you do about that…normally?”

Nico looked at Jack, holding out his hand, “Why don't you find out?”

Jack sputtered, “what??”

Nico rolled his eyes, “Jack, you’ve sent me at least three accidental dick pics this summer right at the time I got hit with your horniness. So I’m asking you, as your soulmate, if you want to ditch this party to fuck.”

Jack had never agreed to something faster in his life.

“Sorry to turn you on in the grocery store…”

“Shut up and kiss me.”