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u know how people say a character is so character? hockey is SO sport. like more sport than any other sport. effort so effortful that players can only play for 50 seconds at a time? scoring attempts that can kill a person? players moving at 25 mph? time-out corner for the naughty? refs can break their bones? human dart board (goalie)? yeah.. sport
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eleutherafairy · 12 hours
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luke being so in love with the new media girl at the devs? she was the media girl from umich so she known him for awhile and they are friends and she always got him out of media, and then this season she got an offer to join the nj devils media team, and jack is like holy shit my baby brothers in love and maybe like finally asked her out after pinning after her for three years
THE "i love media" SOCIAL GIRl & THE "i hate media" HOCKEY BOY — luke hughes
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SUMMARY! in which luke is in love with the media girl who works for the devils  
INVOLVED! luke x reader 
WARNINGS! N/A
BEFORE YOU START! don’t know how the hughes act irl this is just an imagination!
extra! this is part 1 of a new series!!! lmk what you guys want to see :)
find my masterlist → here!
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You and Luke had known each other since your second year at UMich. You were a year older, double-majoring in social media marketing and statistics. You were lucky enough to work with the UMich hockey team as a social media manager where you basically spent your time as a babysitter– trying to get the attention of child-like boys to do silly tiktoks and answer questions. It was probably your favorite past-time and you wouldn’t change it for the world. 
You and Luke had met each other at some party during the summer, marking the beginning of the semester and Luke had approached you. You were in a random corner of the house and he made a joke about you looked like you had a fuck you sign on your forehead.
Sooner or later, you found out that he was on the hockey team and you guys quickly created a bond. You loved to pick on Luke whenever you had the chance, just because he would turn so flustered and red whenever you asked him a question– whether it was unserious or not.
A year or so passed and you graduated two semesters early while Luke went off to play for the Devils with his brother. You guys never stopped talking– relying on your phone calls and facetimes to keep your friendship going. You always looked forward to when Luke would call you randomly throughout the day and you would always answer, even if you were busy studying for midterms or exams. 
Now, Luke was on his way to pick you up from the airport. You hadn’t told him that you were actually moving here. All you told him was that you wanted to come visit and he paid for your ticket and invited you to stay in his apartment with him and Jack (you turned him down, he was really upset about it).
You stood impatiently at the pick-up area, waiting for Luke’s jeep to come round the corner. As you looked up from your phone, you saw Luke’s car swing around the corner and stop in front of you. You felt your excitement as he stepped out of his car and came running to give you a hug.
“Holy shit, it’s been so long since I’ve seen you in person,” Luke said, wrapping his arms around you.
“I know, Lukey,” you replied back. “I’m so sick of seeing your face through the screen.”
He held the two of you guys in an embrace until the car behind him started honking his horn. The two of you rushed to the car and Luke shoved all your suitcases in.
“Why did you bring so much luggage?” Luke asked, getting into the driver’s seat.
“I’m just a girl,” you said shrugging. “Plus, I just have a few things to do while I’m here,” you continued.
“What things?” 
“You know, just some media shoots and whatever,” you said absentmindedly. “I have a few opportunities in the New York area.”
“That’s big, y/n. Why didn’t you tell me anything?”
“I didn’t want to make it a big deal until it was actually set in cement,” you said, shrugging. 
You could feel the urge to just tell Luke the truth, but Jack had convinced you that this would be the biggest surprise ever. So, for now, you were going to keep it a surprise from him. 
Luke dropped begrudgingly dropped off at your apartment– he had spent the whole drive trying to convince you to stay with him and Jack instead. You almost caved, but you continued to tell the pleading boy that you were only a street down from his own apartment and that you would come later on in the day.
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It was currently four in the afternoon and you felt your nerves as you fiddled around with your camera settings. It was your first day working with the Devils and your first job out of college. You were called to come at five to photograph the guys during prior to their arrival to the arena. Chugging down the rest of your energy drink, you headed down to catch your Uber to the arena. You would be photographing their arrival. 
Luke had invited you to watch tonight’s game– he got you tickets and everything, and you had to decline, telling him that you made plans for tonight. 
Was he upset? Yes. Did he try to convince you with his puppy eyes to watch? Yes.
You called Jack right away after that conversation with Luke and he told you to just hold it in until tonight because apparently Jack has something to surprise him.
Arriving at the arena, you took your place at the entry way to the team room and you adjusted your camera settings, making sure that your camera was well suited for the lighting in the room. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket and you quickly went to look at it.
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lukey boy: Heading to the arena rn… are you sure you can’t make it :( 
you: sorry lukey… i’ll be there for the next one, promise
lukey boy: You better be. Still down for dinner tonight?
you: ermm… we might have to raincheck
lukey boy: :////////
you: have a good game, lukey. will be watching!!!
── ★
You tossed your phone back into your pocket, getting ready for the arrival of the boys. The first wave of boys came in, smiling as they made time to introduce themselves to you.
“Y/n?” Nico asked, coming to shake your hand.
“That’s kind of freaky you know my name,” you said, shooting him a weird look.
“Luke doesn’t shut up about you,” Nico said, shrugging. “He also didn’t tell me that you would be working with us this season,” he continued, shooting me a look.
“He doesn’t know,” you said, nonchalantly. “Jack is the only one who knows.”
“Well, that’s exciting. Nice to finally meet you.”
You shot the man a smile as you continued to photograph the trickling players coming down the hall.
Soon enough, you saw Jack come through the doors and shot me a smile, grabbing me a good picture for all the Jack girlies. 
“He got caught up in an interview, but he should be coming in like two minutes,” Jack said, coming to give me a hug.
“Hey, Jacky,” you said, giving him a wide smile. 
“I can’t believe you’re actually here,” Jack said, “I really though you finally being here would lessen Luke’s yapping, but somehow it has increased and I didn’t know that was possible.”
“What do you mean?” You asked, cocking your head.
“Nothing,” Jack said, coughing nervously.
Your eyes peered to the door that had just opened.
“Jack get the fuck out of my way,” you muttered, pointing the camera at the door.
You saw Luke coming down the hallway, his face glued to his phone.
Jack mumbled under his breath before calling Luke’s name.
Your camera caught Luke’s expression change from confusion to pure happiness as he spotted you and his face lit up.
“Y/n?” Luke asked, coming towards you with a wide smile.
“Hey, Lukey.”
“You’re telling me that your new media job is working with us?” Luke said, excitement engulfing his face.
“You’re stuck with me and my stupid questions for a bit longer, Luke,” you said, laughing.
“You’re gonna be watching?”
“Yeah,” you said, lifting your camera. “Taking cool pics like before, too.” 
“I can’t believe you’re here,” Luke said, giving you a quick hug before hitting his brother.
“You knew and you didn’t tell me?” He said to Jack.
Jack shrugged as he shot me a smile. “I told her not to tell you.”
“Wait does that mean, you’re moving here permanently?” Luke asked, his excitement now running rampant.
You gave him a nod before he literally started trembling with excitement.
“Okay calm down, Lukey,” you said, laughing. “You got a game to win.”
Luke smiled at you once more before making his way into the player’s room.
“He’s going to have a hell of a game,” Jack said to you.
“Hm??”
“He’s going to have a hell of a game because you’re here,” Jack said once more.
“He better or else I might take up the Islanders offer instead,” you said, jokingly.
“Shut up, y/n,” Jack said, lightly pushing you. “I’m so glad you’re here. Luke hasn’t shut up ever since he bought your ticket four months ago. He’s glad that his favorite girl is finally here to watch him.”
“Favorite girl is pushing it,” you told the older Hughes, giving him a look of confusion.
“You really don’t know, huh?” Jack asked.
“Spit it out, idiot,” You said, looking down at your phone to check the time. “Your time is running low.”
“You’re telling me, idiot. Michigan to Jersey, huh? Just know, he hasn’t shut up about you since that first night in Michigan,” Jack said shrugging as he walked off, giving you a smile.
That first night in Michigan.
Luke’s first night at the University of Michigan. The first time Luke met you.
You shrugged off the funny feeling you felt before uploading the pictures from your camera to your phone. Scrolling through the pictures, you picked around five guys to post on the Instagram. You posted the pictures and updated the story before scrolling through the comments.
── ★
njdevils: Boys on the move
comments:
fan1: everyone say thank you admin
njdevils: you’re welcome :)
fan2: Luke looks so excited to see the camera for once
fan3: the Luke girls are eating rn because why does Luke look soooo good
fan4: bro whoever is behind the camera… luke might be in love with u because HE IS CHEESING
fan5: media admin woman we love u 
── ★
You laughed as you read some of the comments of the post. Walking past the player’s room, you were stopped as you heard commotion behind you.
“Y/n.”
You turned around to see Luke coming out of the room with his tuxedo jacket already off. You shot him a confused look.
“Luke?”
“Am I not gonna get a good luck?”
“I already texted you good luck, dummy,” you said, crossing your hands over your chest.
“It’s not the same,” he said, giving you the famous Hughes pout.
“Good luck, Luke,” I’ll see you tomorrow.
“Tomorrow?” Luke asked, pouting once more. “We’re not getting dinner?”
“Luke you act like you aren’t going to come to my apartment tomorrow morning for breakfast. Uninvited by the way. I have things to do tonight. I’m just here until the first period so put on a show for me, okay.”
“Okay, but you’re literally my best friend,” Luke said, whining. “I haven’t seen you in person for almost six months and I’ve barely seen you even when you’re here. It’s not fair.”
“Clingy ass,” you muttered before waving at the boy. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”
“I can’t believe you’re not staying,” Luke said, pouting as you walked away.
“Luke,” you yelled exasperatedly. 
“I’ll see you tomorrow, sweets.”
“Shut up.”
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cherry-hischier · 2 days
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luke scoring and then almost falling over before going to hug nico...this team is so dear to me
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ohmypuckingod · 1 day
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26 Mar '24 // NJ vs. TOR ↳ 6-3 win
"[Jake] kept us in the game. They were all over us in the first period... Obviously, it's not the way you want to start...but we know from a lot of experience, the game is sixty minutes."
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jhughesangel · 2 days
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devs win☺️☺️
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theemporium · 17 hours
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Ahhh can I order a violet fluff with jack and #7?? 💜
thank you for requesting!🫶🏽
7. “I can hardly wait to put a ring on that finger.”
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“I’m in love with you.”
You snorted, but smiled anyway. “I’m in love with you, too.”
“No, like, I’m in love with you.”
You blinked, pausing your movements as you turned to look at your boyfriend. Neither of you had said anything in the last thirty or so minutes, both lost in your own tasks. Music had been playing from the speaker Jack set up in the middle of the room, accompanying you two in the semi-empty apartment. 
It wasn’t the first apartment you two shared together. Your lease had ended and the decision to move in together had always been there, but neither of your apartments felt right. But with Jack’s place locked in for a few more months, it had been an easy decision for you to move in with him until you found a place together. 
But life got in the way, as it did. The move happened at the end of the summer and then the season started, and you got a promotion, and none of the places you viewed felt right. It felt like the universe was working against you two until you found this apartment in downtown Jersey City. 
It was cute and perfect, and needed a little work done before it was fully yours to enjoy together. So, when the boys finished up for the season and the two of you had more free time on your hands, you thought working on the apartment yourselves as much as you could would help make your first apartment a little more special. 
“Jack, babe,” your voice was a little softer than usual as you slowly placed the paint roller down on the tray. “You feeling good?” 
He frowned, like you were the one acting odd here. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” 
“Because we’ve been dating for almost four years and I’m pretty sure we did the ‘I love you’s ages ago,” you said to him as you stepped over the stray tools scattered across the floor until you reached him. You raised your hand, pressing the back of your palm against his forehead. “Did you hit your head? Is this a memory loss thing?” 
“I’m fine,” Jack huffed, but leaned into your touch nonetheless. His hands dropped to your waist, pulling you that bit closer before you could try to step away. “I’m just saying, it’s kinda hit me.”
“Four years to realise you’re in love with me?” You asked, your eyes narrowing slightly.
“Yes,” he answered instantly before frowning. “No, like…I know I love you. I know I’m in love with you. But it's just hit me that I am in love with you.”
You blinked. “You lost me, babe.”
“Like, look at us. Look at this,” he emphasised as he waved at the room around you both. “This is our real lives. I get to live with you. I get to kiss you. This is all real life. This is our reality! Isn’t that just crazy?” 
Your face softened a little. “We’re lucky.” 
“I’m lucky,” he corrected as he wound his arms around your waist to close the little remaining distance between you. “Most guys don’t even know what love is and I get you. I get us. I get Saturdays spent painting our apartment that we bought together. That’s fucking insane.”
“You’re feeling awfully sappy today,” you noted, though your chest tightened at his words as you placed your hands on either side of his face. “I’m glad it’s all with you.”
“I don’t want it with anyone else but you,” Jack confessed, his voice dropping to a quiet whisper even if it was only the two of you in the apartment. “All of it. Like, even the future stuff.” 
You bit back your smile. “The future stuff?” 
“Yeah, the proper serious adult shit,” Jack nodded with a completely straight face. “Like marriage and kids. And adopting a dog.” 
“Adopting a dog is more serious than marriage?” You laughed, trying to pretend like your whole face wasn’t heating up at the idea that he wanted to marry you, that Jack imagined that future with you too. 
“I mean, we can change the rules. I’m down for a dog after we get engaged,” he bargained, a boyish grin taking over his face as the two of you softly swayed on the spot.
“Depends on the proposal,” you joked.
“Hm,” Jack hummed before he turned his face to press a kiss to your left hand. “I can hardly wait to put a ring on that finger.”
Your heart skipped a beat. “For the dog?”
“For you,” Jack corrected. “For us to be forever, baby.” 
“I like the sound of that.” 
“Good,” Jack grinned. “Cause it’s gonna happen and it’s gonna be the best goddamn proposal you have ever seen. And then we are gonna get our dog to make the day perfect.”
You snorted. “Deal.”
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smellrain · 3 days
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𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐝 - 𝐣𝐡𝟖𝟔 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐)
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in which: yn is a famous fashion influencer that always adds a small red detail to her outfits. After a small leak the audience slowly starts to figure out why. (part 1) (part 3)
tags: smau, fluff, slight crack (masterlist)
notes: I hope you liked part 1! This is a bit longer & the final part will be out tmr at the same time again. Enjoy :)
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therealyn the red team won, congrats :)
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notes: I hope you liked it!! I might post part 3 earlier if anyone wants it sooner :) come talk to me about it!
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sunflower-lilac42 · 3 days
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✧ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐎𝐮𝐭 | trevor zegras ♔
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summary: when the news is out between trevor and jack's sister, things take a turn for the worse.
warnings: media, being exposed
notes: two fics in one day? one week? I'm a changed person. this is very based off of red, white and royal blue because i love that movie with my whole soul. it's so good, i highly recommend it. anyway, this is it for the fics i had planned so I'm going to focus on my three au's for the rest of the week but if another fic comes out don't be surprised. let me know if you want a part two because i would be glad to write it | add yourself to the taglist ➺ taglist!
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Nothing was how it should be. They were supposed to be careful, they were careful. They were only seen together when it would make sense for them to be together; when he was in town for a game, when he was supposed to be hanging out with her brothers, or when he had a game against the Devils or the Canucks. And when they were seen together, they made sure everything was strictly platonic, no hand touches, no stolen glances, no nothing.
However, maybe they should’ve accounted for the fact that one, her friends were journalists, and two, her friends weren’t really her friends in the first place. They had a few classes together in college, back when she was still undecided, but despite that? They only found her interesting because of her last name and who shared it.
Somehow she was too predictable, her password was as basic as it got. It was the day Trevor asked her to be his girlfriend, they’re anniversary. It was the best day of both of their lives but now it was the root of all their problems. It wasn’t the biggest scandal on the dance floor, there were things much worse going on in the NHL and the world in general. No one would care about this besides the Zegras and the Hughes families and the girls who were too obsessed with hockey players and their relationships for their own good.
She was studying abroad in England this past year and she couldn’t help but fall in love with it. She had decided to extend her stay into the fall semester, not wanting to go back home. This sort of worked in her favor, she was 3,444 miles from Jack and Luke and 4,632 miles from Quinn. She was in a different time zone, country, and continent than them. All she had to do to avoid them was not answer her phone. 
She was good at that, blocking out social media and her phone as a whole. Growing up the sister of hockey players and her mom being who she was in the hockey world, she got used to the hate and backlash she got from not wanting to do hockey. Her phone was shut off and thrown into her desk drawer. Her friends tried to comfort her but were to no avail, she was too worried about what other people thought about it.
Not only had pictures of them been put out into the world but their text messages as well. However, she couldn’t remember a time she left her phone unattended. She hadn’t spoken to Trevor in two weeks, she hadn’t spoken to anybody besides her roommates in two weeks. She had seen a couple of articles and videos that were spreading, the one of Trevor’s interviews where he was addressing the situation was not only the biggest one but the most recent one. 
It was before the game, that the reporter had asked him about how everything in the media that was speculating had impacted him and his play. To which he responded with, “Y/n and I are together and have been since the beginning of the season. And whether people choose to support or hate it, isn’t my problem nor my business. We’re happy and hope everyone can support that decision and respect our privacy. I fell in love with a girl who happens to be related to my best friend. How is this affecting my mindset? I wouldn’t say it has, I’m still planning, and Greg still thinks I’m playing as best as I can and even better. I’m worried about her, that’s for sure. She hasn’t had the best track record with the media.”
He said a few more words, none of which mattered to y/n. She wasn’t sure if she cried more because of what he said or the situation. She curled up on the chair in the corner of the room, reading a book. Her friends looked at her sadly, they hated the fact that she had gone back to her reserved nature. 
Trevor on the other hand was acting like it wasn’t bothering him, he couldn’t hide himself from the media or anything really like she could. But, it was eating him alive. He didn’t know if she was okay or if something had happened or if she was ignoring him. He was too desperate to know if he was okay so he attempted to reach out to all three of her brothers but he got nothing back in return.
It wasn’t until Mason walked into his room with his phone in hand, “I called her friend for you.”
Trevor looked at him with wide eyes, “What?”
“Thank me later.”
Her friend had been walking up the stairs to their apartment when she got the call from Mason, they had met when y/n and Trevor took them along on a trip to ensure that no rumors would start. She had practically run the rest of the way and bolted into the apartment. She walked over to y/n and handed her the phone.
She reached out for it and held it up to her ear, “Hello?”
“Baby!” 
Her voice stuck in her throat along with the sob that had been forming for a while. “Trevor? Oh my god, are you alright?”
“I’m hanging in there. Are you okay?”
She paused, “No. No, I’m not okay.”
“You know what, I’m coming to London tonight. Just hold on until I get there.”
“Hurry please.”
And just as he promised, 8 hours later he was standing in her apartment, opening his arms for her. She ran into them once she heard him call out and buried her head into his chest. Trevor sunk to the floor with her, his back pressed up against the wall, “It’s okay. I’m here. I got you.”
He could feel her body racked with sobs and he couldn’t help but start crying himself. He had torn himself apart these past two weeks as he waited to hear from her and knowing how much she had been in pain had hurt him. He picked her up soon after and carried her to the bedroom, laying her down on the bed. He crawled in next to her and wrapped his arms around her once more.
“Have you heard from your brothers yet?”
“Not a word. Not that I have checked my phone since the article came out.”
He frowned at her, tightening his hold, “Sometimes I wonder if part of their acceptance is just to forget it ever happened in the first place.”
This made him laugh a little as he pulled back to look at her. He moved the piece of hair that had fallen in her face behind her ear. His face changed when he realized that her small smile had turned back into a frown, “I feel so lost. They used to adore me, used to protect me, but now. It feels like they just wish I never existed.”
“Hey, they still love you.” She just blinked at him, “I’m sure if you looked at your phone they would just be wondering if you were okay.”
“I liked your speech, it was very put together.”
He smiled at her, “It made me very proud to be your girlfriend.”
“Hey, I’m always proud to be your boyfriend.”
She giggled and kissed his cheek, “You know what I mean you dork.”
“Speaking of boyfriends and girlfriends. Did you know Mason and Lia were dating?”
She perked up, “No! When did that happen?”
“Apparently-”
“Hey.”
The two turned and looked at Lia, “What’s up?”
“Your brothers are here.”
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lov1ngdrysdale · 22 hours
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hard launch | jh86
summary: chubby!fem reader has a difficult time finding photos for her boyfriend jack to post on his instagram.
warnings: body image issues, body shaming.
a/n: my first chubby!reader story yay! lmk if u like it. love u sm!
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"have you found some good pictures from this week to post, babydoll?" jack asks from across your shared bedroom.
"uh", you harshly swallow, "not quite! i'm still looking, love!"
he chuckles and shrugs his shoulders, "okay, but find some good ones soon."
jack finishes putting on his workout clothes and grabs his bag, heading to practice. before he heads out of the bedroom he leaves a quick kiss on the top of your head, "love you so much beautiful."
you respond with a smile, wish him a good practice before he leaves the room, and you hear the front door shut behind him.
you let a sigh of relief escape from your lips because you could finally analyze the photos without feeling jack hovering over you.
fuck, you think to yourself, these photos are awful.
jack wanted you to pick out some photos of you two for him to post on instagram as a hard launch of your relationship. he knows you're not the most confident so he's giving you total control over the pictures he posts.
you flip through dozens of selfies and other photos, picking yourself apart.
my double chin looks so big here.
fuck you can see my tummy rolls.
my thigh looks huge compared to jack's.
my arms are so flabby.
why do i look so fat?
you sit on the side of the bed for what feels like an eternity going through these photos, and not finding a single one you like. you decide to give up for the day and hop in the shower.
finding your towel and placing it in the warmer jack insisted he needed to have, you turn on the shower letting the steam fill the bathroom. turning some quiet music on the speaker, the soft sounds of dayglow fill the air. you relax and let the hot water hit your back and trail down your body.
once you finish your shower and put on some quick makeup, you see your phone has been lighting up with messages from jack.
jacky💌: hey beautiful we are just finishing up over here.
jacky💌: i'm so fucking exhausted...shower with me later?
jacky💌: oh and have you picked any photos yet? it must be hard to narrow it down to just a few because you're so gorgeous.
jacky💌: ok we gotta go get changed. i'll see you so soon sweetheart, love you so much.
you: i just showered, but i'd love to shower with you.
you: and i love you more, drive safe.
typically, you loved it when jack would come home right after practice and didn't have to stay for any meetings or extra training. but today you wished someone had needed him for a little extra time. you curse under your breath and get back to looking through the same bunch of photos you had been looking at previously.
if jack wasn't a celebrity in the world of hockey and fangirls, you'd have no problem picking out some photos for him to post. but given his large following and status, you need everything to be perfect...but how could everything be perfect if you aren't?
you'd always given yourself a hard time about not looking like other wags, and jack had always met those feelings with pep-talks and pdas. but this was different, people on the internet are mean. you know that, jack knows that, hell even his brothers know that. although people would never come for their appearances, they often get rude comments about plays they might’ve screwed up or a pass they shouldn't have missed. jack and his brothers are the beauty standard: conventionally hot guys with nice bodies, flawless hair, and--duh--they're professional athletes.
jack doesn't completely understand why you give yourself so much shit, but he doesn't understand that girls like you get so much hate towards them for not fitting the beauty standard. on your feed you see the most beautiful girls showing off new swimsuits for the summer, happy they've found a suit that fits their curves perfectly and it's met with so much hatred from men and women alike. it makes you scared of what people will say about you being with a man like jack.
you're snapped out of your thoughts when you hear the front door open and bags being thrown in the hallway. you didn't even realize that you'd begun crying from the overthinking. there's hardly any time to clean up your makeup before jack makes it into the bedroom.
"y/n! where are you?"
you let out a quiet "bedroom" in response, before frantically racing to the connected bathroom to try and wipe off some of the smeared mascara. it's no use though, jack's footsteps are already approaching the master bathroom.
"y/n why're you hiding? missed you so much this morning and--"
he pauses when he notices your disheveled state. he stares into your red eyes and you see the heartbreak in his own. he knows why you've been crying.
without exchanging words, jack helps wipe off the black smudges around your eyes. once he gets it off as best as he can, jack pulls you into a tight hug. tighter than usual, now you're certain he knows what's wrong.
"why're you crying angel?" jack asks whilst brushing hair out of your face.
"just couldn't find any good photos...you look so handsome in every single one. and i just look, horrible." you hear jack's breath hitch at the adjective you used to describe yourself.
"y/n, you're fucking kidding right?" he lessens his grip on you and tilts your chin up to him, "you're joking right?"
you scoff and chuckle lightly at him, jack always knows how to get you to smile even if it's only a smirk.
"jack…baby i'm just so scared", you begin, "scared that people will think i'm too big for you. i'm scared they'll say mean things to you about being with me. i'm not the best-looking girl you could've gotten with, you and i both know you could have anyone you want."
jack looks at you puzzled and hurt at your words, how could she say those things about herself? he thought.
"you're the most beautiful girl i've ever laid my eyes on. honestly, i'm the lucky one. lucky you settled for me. you look amazing in every photo from every angle, all lighting, any outfits, anything, and everything! i wish you could see yourself the way i see you, i see no flaws or imperfections. who cares what random dudes have to say in my comments? fuck them, they're just bitter they'll never be as successful as me."
you laugh at his cockiness thinking that’s how he is going to end his speech, but jack has more to say.
"and who cares what teenage girls in my comments have to say either? i'm a grown man who can choose who i want to be with. why would i choose to be with a girl full of hatred? i chose you because your the sweetest, kindest, smartest, gorgeous, most empathetic girl i've ever met. i couldn't imagine being with anyone else but you. you make my worst days feel like the best days, and everyday i spend with you i feel like i'm in heaven. i love you y/n, i just love you."
you're stunned by his words. he usually isn't this verbally affectionate, but you love it. hearing him profess this things gave you a boost the confidence he could tell you clearly needed.
you pull jack closer again, tucking your head in the crook of his neck. you place a kiss on his shoulder, looking back up at your tall boyfriend.
"jack you always know exactly what i need. and you always know what to say. i love you so much jacky, but you need to shower...i'm sorry babe you smell awful."
the two of you share a laugh before he begins to walk towards the shower, flipping the knobs to turn on the water.
jack plants a kiss to your cheek before beginning to undress himself. "y/n, remember you said that you'd shower with me. forget about the photos and just get in here."
you can't argue with him, you did say you'd shower with him. you put two new towels in the warmer before climbing in with him. the feeling of his thin fingers snaking around your waist was enough to make your breath falter. this time, jack placed his chin on your shoulder before peppering your backside with soft kisses. his kisses trailed from your shoulderblade, to your back, down your back. you were in a daze at his touch until he whipped you around to face him.
you take in the looks of your stunning boyfriend. his piecing blue eyes, small beauty marks and freckles that cover his soft skin, a perfect nose, and brown hair that falls wonderfully into place. he was nothing short from an angel.
you put your hands on his broad chest and look up at him before placing a soft kiss on his lips. you feel him smile into the kiss, letting you know you're doing a good job. pulling away for a moment, you admire his cupid's bow and the two peaks they make on his lips. you smile to yourself and begin to kiss him again.
after finishing up your second shower of the day, you and jack climb into bed together. he thinks the way you wrap your hair up into a towel is adorable, so he begs you to do his hair too. now, both of you sit up on the headboard watching a sitcom together with towels in your hair.
"y/n can you make some popcorn? i feel like something's missing from this relaxing evening we're having right now."
you scoff at him and roll your eyes, he can be so high maintenance sometimes. you eventually get up from your cozy side of the bed, and give jack a kiss. once your footsteps are no longer heard, jack sneaks your phone out from under your pillow and unlocks it. he heads to your photo albums and opens up the photos you've added to your favorites. it's littered with photos of you and jack from last weekend on the lake, and many other adventurous weekends. he sends himself every photo, admiring you while he waits for them to complete sending.
he tucks your phone back under the pillow before you can accuse him of doing something mischievous. you hand him his bowl of popcorn and sit back down beside him. he places his arm around you and rubs your arm. he shovels popcorn into his mouth and feeds you a few pieces as well. eventually, jack takes his other arm and massages your thighs. he'll never get over your plush, soft legs.
the rest of the evening is uneventful, but relaxing. jack requests countless bowls of popcorn and you finally pop open a bottle of wine. the two of you cuddle for hours watching television and enjoying each other's company before you fall asleep on his shoulder.
the next morning you wake up to messages from friends and family, telling you to look at jack’s new instagram post.
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juraj slafkovský x establishedgf! reader
warnings?: cursing, angst, crying, kissing, mentions of smut, fluff that will make your teeth fall out
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recently, after a promotion, you’d been blowing up on social media. gaining a massive following. you could never keep up with the impossible amount of likes and comments you began to receive but it excited you at the opportunities that it laid out in front of you.
you heard the front door of your apartment shut, yet again followed by silence. the last couple of days have been like this. he comes home from practice and you ask him how it went. your only response being the bedroom door shutting. you sighed at the sound of the shower turning on. you didn’t understand why he was acting this way. you didn’t know what was going on.
“hello?” arber asks on the other end of the line.
“hey arb, do you have a second to talk?” you ask chewing on your fingernails.
“yeah i do, what’s up?”
“is juraj okay? he’s been acting so weird. he used to chat with me after he gets home but now i just ask him how his practice went and he walks right past me and slams the bedroom door. he won’t talk to me about it.”
“y/n i’m gonna be honest with you right now, he’s been having a really hard time. he’s been so hard on himself. he’s been very delicate. less chatty, less smiley. it really fucking sucks. this season has started out less than ideal for him and it’s so hard seeing him go through this. i can’t believe he’s been keeping it from you.”
“i mean i guess it might have something to do with all of the craziness happening in my life, maybe he feels like he doesn’t wanna burden me?”
“that could be it honestly, i think he’s feeling a little insecure. just talk to him, okay? i know you can get him to open up, he’s fucking crazy about you. keep me updated.”
“okay, i will. thank you arber.”
“yeah of course,” he replies as you bid your goodbyes and hang up the phone. it shattered your heart knowing that he was keeping his struggles from you. all because he didn’t wanna dampen your recent successes.
“baby?” you ask as you hear your bedroom door shut. you turned to see your boyfriend sporting a pair of pajama pants and no shirt. a sight that would never get old to you. you hop up off the couch and meet him in the kitchen.
“hi pretty girl.” he giggles, pulling you to him, engulfing you in a tight hug.
“any new developments?” you reply pulling away from him.
“nah not really, everything seems um,” he pauses, “normal, for the most part.”
you noted the shift in his demeanor and figured you should change the subject, at least for now. you watched as the boy prepared lunch for the two of you.
“my little chef, or should i say big.” you giggle watching him from the bar.
“i didn’t cook any of this, i made a sandwich.” he giggles turning around and showing you.
“either way, you made it.”
“i guess you’re right.” he laughs, finishing them up and plopping them down in front of you. you sat in silence as you both at your sandwiches. typically, lunch was filled with lots of chatter. it was bothering you that he was acting so standoffish.
“j, is everything okay? you’re worrying me.” you frown at him.
“uh yeah, i’m fine. why?” he asks with a mouth full of his last bite.
“can we sit down and talk please.” you request and he nods, following you to the living room. leaving your sandwich behind.
“what has been going on with you? you’re not acting like yourself. every time you walk in, you ignore me. i can see you’re upset about something. baby please tell me what’s going on with you? i need to know if something is bothering you. you know im always here for you.” you say grabbing onto his hand and bringing it into your lap.
“i know i know, i just didn’t wanna kill your mood because of all the good things you have going for you right now. i didn’t want you to be worrying about me.” he says, his lip beginning to quiver and voice cracking quietly.
“well i am. tell me whats going on.” you press him.
“i’m not playing good, i know it’s the start of the season but i’m not playing good at all. i have like no points. i’m not practicing well, and i’m getting drilled to hell for it. so i’m just being hard on myself. i feel beat down and insecure as fuck.” he says, wiping the tears he didn’t let roll all the way down his cheek.
“j,” you frown, “i’m sorry it’s been going badly for you. you know i’m here for you always. please just come to me when you need support okay? and why are you feeling insecure?” you lightly wipe away his tears with your thumb. holding his face lovingly between your hands.
“i’ve spent my spare time, outside of shitty practice, looking at your instagram comments. logan cooley is real interested in taking you out. he’s made that very apparent.” he sighs, sniffling.
“who the fuck is logan cooley?” you reply, furrowing your brows, tilting his head up to look at you.
“he was a high draft pick from my year.” he sighs.
“you do know the only players i know are you and your teammates right?” you giggle.
“yeah i know, but im sure you see those comments and look at their accounts and stuff, and i think to myself that maybe you’d wanna give them a chance. i don’t know it’s stupid.” he admits to you, losing eye contact.
“baby what the fuck are you talking about?” you reply, confused as ever.
“i don’t even know at this point.”
“honey, i don’t even take time to open my comments section. it’s full of bullshit, i only respond to yours and some of my friends, i don’t even look at anything else. so i don’t even care what goes on in mine, especially with what im dragged through in yours.” you answer in a light tone, hopefully getting some kind of confidence from him.
“what?”
“let me lead with saying i am in no way trying to discount your feelings, okay? i love you and i wouldn’t ever do that to you. but everyday there are countless random women and fucking 16 year old girls who sit in your comments section and trash on me. ‘she doesn’t deserve him’ ‘she’s too ugly for him’. that’s my reality juraj. no one ever puts you down in my comments, not that it makes it better, but do you see where i’m coming from?”
“i’m sorry i didn’t know.” he frowns, squeezing your hand.
“it’s okay my love, they don’t bother me.” you reply, squeezing back.
“why not?”
“because i know you’re the only one for me.” you smile sweetly at him, placing a kissing on the soft skin of his cheek before nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck as he takes you into his lap.
“you make me feel safe and warm and loved. i couldn’t ever get that from someone else. you’re so caring and sweet with me, i honestly do question how much i deserve you sometimes. when we have sex it’s so much more than just sex, it’s fucking love, juraj. you love me so much and i can feel it everyday. it goes without questioning. never once have i ever even thought about leaving you.” you say, toying with the curls on the back of his head that you’d grown so fond of as they grew longer.
“that makes me feel a lot better. i’ve never been with anyone who loves and cares about me this much, it’s scary sometimes. i have a hard time navigating because all girls have ever wanted from me is my money and attention. you’ve completely flipped my expectations baby. i don’t know how to apologize for how i’ve been acting. i love you so much, i can’t even comprehend it.” he replies. you lean up in his grasp, connecting your lips with his softly, and lovingly.
“i’m gonna marry you j. i just know it.” you say practically in a whisper with your forehead pressed to his.
“i don’t even know what to say, i love you y/n. so fucking much.” is all he replies before pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek.
“you don’t need to say anything, i just wanted to tell you how i feel so you’d maybe give me your gorgeous smile in return.” you say as he smiles widely. you press a kiss to his head with a laugh.
“tomorrow you’re going into practice with your chin held high, and that pretty smile on your face. you hear me? i’ll get you there no matter what i have to do.” you say placing your hand on his cheek.
“i trust you.” he giggles before you tackle him over in a kiss, leaving all of your prior worries behind. you were obsessed with the way he made you all warm and fuzzy inside. obsessed with the way he loved you, physically and emotionally. but mostly, you were obsessed with the way he loved all of you.
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WE GOT A LUKE GOAL!!!! LUKEY POOKIE GOALLLL YIPPEEEEE 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭
You guys I’m so happy I could actually cry 😭
Proud lukey girl honestly.
Two Jack goals too?! OMG
We won though and I’m so happy
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