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[hearts4hughes]

DON’T BLAME ME | MARK ESTAPA

nora’s bday celly | fem!reader x mark estapa

summary: in which someone runs there mouth about you on the ice and mark doesn’t let him get away with it. (1.0k words)

warnings: mentions of fighting/blood, injuries, angst with an adorable ending

author note: i love mark estapa!!

A roar of cheers erupted from the crowd at YOST Ice Arena. Your brows furrowed as you stood up, trying to catch a glimpse of what was happening on the ice. People crowded around you in the suite— Mark had gifted you the tickets before the game.

“Is that Mark?” A boy asked, turning to his friend. His friend nodded with a chuckle in response.

Your heart dropped.

You pushed to the balcony of the box as your eyes widened. On the ice stood Mark and a player from Michigan State. Mark held onto the boy’s jersey whilst he threw bare knuckle punches at him. The camera of the jumbotron zoomed in which only emphasized Mark’s furious features.

“What’s going on?” Alison asked from behind you. Her hand rested comfortably on your shoulder. “Oh my god.” Her voice trailed off.

“Yeah,” your voice was barely above a whisper as you responded.

Blood dripped from Mark’s nose— the Michigan State player had caught him square in the nose with a strong fist. However, the rest of the blood splattered on his face and jersey was from the player below him. Viciously, he hammered his fist into the boy’s face repeatedly. Referees and players from both teams crowded the two, tugging at Mark’s jersey in an attempt to stop him.

Finally, one of the referees planted both of his hands on Mark and forcefully pulled him away. As he was escorted towards the penalty box, he began shouting at the player who was uncontrollably bleeding.

“Don’t you ever talk about her again!” His booming voice reverberated throughout the arena. Everyone fell silent.

“He’s talking about you.” Alison said. You both exchanged a shocked glance at each other.

Your ears began ringing and the hair on your neck stood up. You couldn’t help but blush something fierce as you avoided the judging eyes of everyone around you.

You weren’t embarrassed of Mark fighting— honestly his fighting flicked on a switch inside of you that you recognized all too well- you were merely shocked that he was fighting over you.

What had the Michigan State player said about you?

Luck had seemed to be in your favor as the game had less than two minutes left in regulation. As the buzzer sounded throughout the arena, declaring a 4-2 win for UMICH, you let out a breath that you’d trapping. Quickly, you fled the arena’s suite and into the open halls of YOST.

The echoes of the crowd's cheers were now replaced with the hushed murmurs from individuals waiting outside of the team’s locker room.

You had convinced Alison to head home after the game with many reassurances that you were ok to wait alone. Now you leaned against the cold, painted brick of the arena, picking at your nails in an attempt to silence your whirlwind of thoughts.

“Y/N,” Ethan called out. You picked your head up and sent Ethan a smile.

“Good game!” You cheered as you opened your arms, allowing Ethan to give you a quick hug. “How’s Mark?” Your tone was laced with urgency and anxiety. Subconsciously, you picked at your cuticles, ignoring the burning sensation of pain as you ripped at your skin.

Ethan chuckled, shaking his head with a tight lipped grin. “He’s fine, don’t worry.” His words were assuring and comforting. “But I can’t say the same for the guy he was fighting. He managed to skate to the bench, but he looked pretty banged up as he went down to the locker room.”

“God,” you mumbled. Mark’s gotten into his fair share of fights and scrums, but never one that has injured a player this badly.

“I know. I was surprised they didn’t eject Marky, he dodged a bullet with that one.” he said.

“What happened that made Mark so mad?” Your question hung in the air. Ethan’s face revealed his hesitancy to tell you.

“You should ask Mark that.” He shrugged. With that he nodded his head and left you standing there. It wasn’t his place to say what had happened.

As Ethan’s figure disappeared into the sea of people, you were left to ponder over Mark’s actions. Minutes stretched into what felt like hours as you waited for Mark to emerge from the locker room. Finally, the door swung open and out came Mark. Small cuts adorned his flushed cheeks as well as a dark bruise around the bridge of his nose.

“Mark.” You called out as he locked eyes with you. As you stood before him, your eyes scanned his face. “Oh, babe, you’re all beat up.” Your lips dropped into a frown.

“You should see the other guy.” He smirked, his voice laced with pride. He wrapped his arms around you, bringing you into a bone crushing hug. On your tallest tiptoes, you melted into his embrace.

“Mark,” you began, your voice hesitant, “what happened out there?” He hummed, nuzzling his face deeper into your neck.

“Just some douchebag talking shit.”

You pulled back from the hug, staring deeply into his eyes. “I know there’s more to the story. Everyone heard what you shouted at him.”

He sighs, shaking his head and looking upwards towards the ceiling. “He said something about you that he had absolutely no right to say. It was disgusting and I couldn’t stand there and let him get away with it.” His jaw was clenched as he looked at me with fiery eyes.

You were taken aback by his confession. Mark put himself in harm's way to defend you. Your heart melted into a puddle while your limbs felt like jello.

Suddenly, you grabbed his shirt, pulling him down into a passionate kiss. He slowly began kissing you back, smiling ever so slightly into the intimate kiss.

“Thank you.” You pulled away from the kiss breathlessly.

He grinned in awe of you. His features softened as a pink blush painted his cheeks. “I’d do anything for you.” He admitted quietly.

[ashendalia]

💐💐 ingo please - @ducksona

@ducksona two?! You're lucky I have so many thoughts about these two haha 😆

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A small shiver ran across Nora from the chilling breeze, but they brushed it off and laid their head on Ingo's shoulder and the two quietly watched the sun rise over the snow capped mountains.

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The light suddenly flicked on and Nora and the Excadrill standing in front of the fridge with a half eaten bag of mini poffins froze, only being able to smile sheepishly at Ingo staring at them in frustration.

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[hb-writes]

Welcome to my little slice of tumblr!

Hi, there! Call me HB or hey you (I’m pretty flexible). I could devour/ obsess over content, write little stories, share them with you, and talk about the stories/ characters for infinity (sort of why I made this blog). Below you’ll find links to the pieces I’ve written (currently posted either here on tumblr or on ff.net or ao3). Lots of platonic/ familial relationships, but there are a few romantic pairings throughout as well. Hope you enjoy! If you have any questions, comments, or just feel like having a chat, send me an ask/ msg. ❤️

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[hallowed-be-thy-username]

Hello darling! 😊👋

I was just re-reading "If you're good at something" (for like the 15th time😄) and fell even more in love with J, Nora and your writing 💙👌 just wanted to let you know how amazing you are and wanted to ask if there is a chance we might have the sequel over the year? 😇💐

Hello!! ❤❤

Oh gosh are you serious??? I- 🥺😭❤❤❤❤!!!! You are so sweet thank you thank you thank you!! I am so honored that you re-read it I just can't believe it! I seriously appreciate you reaching out to tell me that omg 🥺❤ Thank you! I haven't forgotten about J and Nora! I dunno if I'll be able to write a fic as long at the original but I have an outline, I just need more hours in the day and less scattered brain 😅 You'll get your sequel!

[hearts4hughes]

touch tank | quinn hughes

quinn hughes x fem! reader

a/n: keep in mind this is my first nsfw writing while reading. i’m sorry if this isn’t good, so feel free to leave feedback / constructive criticism

warnings: NSFW WARNING!! degradation, swearing, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), pet names, and praise kink

gif is not mine

cause he’s so pretty when he goes down on me

gold- skinned eager baby, blue shirt out the laundry

sun seeped through the bedroom blinds, slowly stirring you from your deep slumber. rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you sit up, and lean against the headboard of yours and quinn’s shared bed. trying to catch your bearings, you place your hand down onto the bed, frowning when your hand is met with the soft, cotton bedsheets, and not quinn’s warm skin.

the sound of the shower turning off gives away quinn’s hiding place. slowly, you remove the heavy covers off your body, hissing when your warm body touches the cold morning air.

hot steam hits you as you open the bathroom door, revealing a wet haired quinn. he dries his hair with a towel, making it both messy, and extremely sexy. your eyes rake up and down his perfectly sculpted body. boxers hang dangerously low around his toned waist, giving you the perfect view of his v-line. your thighs clench together at the sight of your freshly showered boyfriend.

“morning, baby.” he smirks, watching you eye fuck him over, and over again. you don’t respond, still at a loss for words. “cat got your tongue, pretty girl?” he rasps, walking closer to you. feigning innocence, you look at him with seductive, doe eyes.

his arms wrap around your body, fingers tapping your tights, signaling for you to jump up and wrap your legs around his lower half. you do so, moaning when his mouth lands on yours, bringing you into a feverish kiss. you part your lips, giving quinn access to slip his tongue into your mouth. your moans and whines disappear into the kiss. he pulls you closer against his body, rubbing your clothed core against his hardened bulge.

“fuck, quinn.” you whine, removing your lips from his momentarily. your mouth stays agape, panting breathlessly.

“you’re such a little fucking slut, aren’t you?” he taunts, placing you down onto the cold marble countertop. “you thought i didn’t notice you clenching your thighs just at the sight of me?” his confidence, and unusually big ego would’ve been a complete turn off for you if it was any other guy, but quinn wasn’t just any other guy.

you whimper, opening your legs so quinn can position himself in between them. “i guess i am a slut, but i can’t help it when you look like that.” your voice is sultry and low, an attempt to sound as seductive as possible.

he grins, smugly, attaching his lips to the bare skin on your neck. he sucks the sweet spots on your neck, making sure he marks you. “what do you want me to do, sweetheart?” he whispers into your ear, gently nibbling your earlobe.

your only responses are the whines and moans that leave your mouth. your fingers tangle with his damp hair, pulling on it softly.

“use your words.” he orders, still peppering kisses along your jawline and neck. “what do you want me to do, baby?”

“i want you to eat my pussy.” you breath out, causing him to detach his lips from your neck, and look into your eyes.

dirty thoughts flood his head before pulling your shirt over your head, and running a finger over now exposed hardened nipple. he takes the stiffened bud into his mouth, hand playing and pinching the other. your drenched core grinds against his hardened cock, both still in the security of your clothing. he moans against you, removing his mouth from your chest, and dropping to his knees, all while making direct eye contact with you.

he repositions you closer to the counter edge, pulling down your pajama shorts, and disposing of them somewhere in the room. his hands run over your thighs, goosebumps rising over everywhere he touches. teasingly, he places kisses on the inside of your thigh, not yet touching where you were most desperate.

“quinn, i need you.” you whine, squirming as your wet core is still left untouched.

he smirks against your thigh. “you’re so needy, baby.” his voice is low and raspy, making your arousal pool even more in your underwear. he swiftly removes your underwear, still sucking and kissing your inner thigh. you whimper as your soaked pussy is now exposed to the cold counter.

without warning, he swipes his tongue against your wet folds. the sudden contact causes you to buck your hips forward. you gasp as his nose nudges your clit, and his mouth starts to move on you. fingers slipping into his hair, you push him down even more on your wetness. you feel a familiar knot beginning to tie in your stomach.

quinn raises your legs over his shoulder, giving him better access as he continuously eats your glistening cunt.

“i’m gonna cum.” you cry out, panting heavily, as the knot in your stomach begins to unravel. he groans at your words, sending vibrations through your core.

“cum for me, sweetheart.” he says, his hand now circling your clit. that’s all it takes for the ties to snap. your vision goes white momentarily as you cum on quinn’s face. a string of moans and curses leave your lips as you come down from your high. he moans, lapping up all your sweetness with his tongue, and removing himself from between your legs.

he sets your shaking legs down, kissing your ankle. “you taste so good, baby.” he gushes, standing up from his knees. you moan in response, your needs not fully being fulfilled. “what’s wrong? y/n wants to go for round two, hm?”

his taunting words cause you to clench your thighs together, a failed attempt to ease your neediness. “yes, quinn. i need you.”

quinn smirks at your begs, “bend over.” he commands. without another thought, you’re bending yourself over the bathroom counter, giving him the perfect view of your drenched pussy.

looking at the mirror reflection, you watch as he removes himself from his tight boxers. his hard cock springs out of the clothing, hitting his abdomen. the swollen red tip leaks precum, desperately in need of release. he squeezes his eyes shut with a loud whimper as he drags a finger across the leaking top. you begin to feel yourself drip down your leg at the view.

“please, baby. i need you so bad, quinn.” you beg, your core clenching around nothing.

his expression turns smug as he watches you plead for him. “such a whore for me, aren’t you, darling?” you quickly nod, wiggling your ass up in the air as your patience was wearing off.

with one quick thrust, quinn was deep inside of you. you scream out a moan as he stretches you. he gives you a minute to adjust before thrusting into you.

“fuck,” he moans, fingers digging into your lush hips. “you’re so tight.” you whimper at his words, already feeling your second orgasm approaching.

he leans over, pressing his back to yours, and thrusting into you faster. he hits your g-spot over, and over again.

“you’re so big, quinn.” his dick twitches inside of you from your praises. he presses kisses along your shoulder, making eye contact from the mirror. quickly, you squeeze your eyes shut, the pleasure being unbearable.

“open your eyes.” he commands. “i want to see your pretty little face while i fuck you.” your eyes flutter open. now your gaze was connected with quinn’s.

your eyes trail from his down to where his dick disappeared into your pussy. you threw your head back from the sight, giving quinn the chance to press sloppy, open mouth kisses on your neck.

“you fill me so good.” you choke out a pant, squeezing your walls against him. he groans, thrusting into you more sporadically, desperate to chase his high.

from the reflection, quinn stands up, his back no longer pressed against yours. he watches himself thrust deep inside of you, making him whimper. “you’re taking me so good, doll.”

his thrusts become faster, and harder. you begin to see stars, so wrapped up in the pleasure.

“i’m close.” you gasp as his fingers circle your clit. you begin to move your hips back, meeting his thrusts and hitting just the right spots.

he grunts, his fingers moving faster against your swollen nub. “let go.” he whispers, throwing his head back as your moans get louder, and higher.

your legs shake uncontrollably as you reach your second high. quinn reaches his own high seconds after, letting hot cum coat your walls. his abs flex as he releases inside of you, continuing to thrust softly into you, riding out both of your highs.

slowly, he pulls out of you. you both whine at the empty feeling. he leans down, kissing your shoulder, and grabbing a towel. he soaks the towel in warm water and begins cleaning you- as well as himself- up.

“you’re so perfect.” he compliments, still cleaning your thighs. you turn around meeting quinn’s gaze.

his words cause a familiar red color to paint your cheeks. “no you are, my love.” you playfully argue. he breaks out into a toothy grin at the corny moment.

tugging on his boxers, he chuckles. “you’re so sappy.” he scrunches his nose, causing you to bark out in laughter.

“hey! you’re the one who complimented me first, dummy.” you stand tall, arms wrapping around his neck, and fingers tangling in his hair.

swiftly, he picks your naked body up bridal style, and carries you into the bedroom. he softly places you on the bed, grabbing a shirt, and a pair of clean boxers from his side of the shared closet. you blush while he returns with the clothes, helping you into them, and placing kisses on your forehead.

“shall we get breakfast?” you question, quirking an eyebrow, and smiling.

“i thought i already had mine?”

[hearts4hughes]

trouble in paradise | luke hughes

(luke hughes x fem! reader) + (jack hughes x platonic! reader)

a/n: finally finished it!! i feel like i write so much for luke now, but hey i’m not complaining!!

request: hi, could i request an angsty fic with luke dating jack’s best friend? maybe they have an argument and jack is caught inbetween? thank you! <3

you stand before luke, your heart racing and your voice trembling with a mixture of anger and hurt. the room feels smaller, suffocating, as the weight of your argument hangs heavily in the air. the person you saw as your rock, your confidant, now stands before you as a source of frustration and disappointment. this is a moment you never thought would come – arguing with luke.

every word you say is laced with frustration, each syllable a knife cutting deeper into the fabric of your relationship. your once shared dreams and laughter seem like distant memories, overshadowed by the mounting tension that has consumed you both. he stares back at you, his eyes a mix of defiance and pain, his own words a response to your accusations.

“it’s like you don’t even care anymore,” your voice is cold, the warmth it usually holds nowhere to be found. “it’s like i’m no one to you, luke!” your voice cracks, showcasing your insecurities.

“i’m the one who doesn’t care?” he huffs out a sarcastic laugh, causing your heart to crack ever so slightly. “you’re the one who spends more time with jack than her own boyfriend!”

your senses are overcome with betrayal. your relationship with jack - your best friend and luke’s brother - was anything but romantic. you were best friends from birth. ellen and your mother always joked you two were ‘attached by the hip’; however, you never thought anything of jack in a romantic way. your friendship was strictly platonic, and you made sure to tell luke that when you began dating.

in this anguished moment, you wonder how it came to this. how the person who once brought you joy and comfort has become a source of turmoil. you question whether love alone is enough to sustain a relationship, or if it takes something more, something you fear may be slipping away.

“jack is my best friend. i’ve known him since i can remember, and you’re going to use that against me? fuck you, luke!” you yell, your feeling of betrayal quickly turns into rage. “you’re just insecure because jack and i have a healthy relationship without even trying, but you and i can’t because you ruin everything! that’s what you do, luke. you ruin everything you can touch.”

the hurtful words flow freely from your lips before you can stop them. silence consumes the room. your mouth hangs agape. you never thought you were capable of saying something like that to luke - your soulmate, the love of your life, your everything.

your words hit him like a sledgehammer. shattering both his heart and his confidence. his once angry features have now fallen into sadness and anxiety. did you really think that about him? did you really think he destroys everything he touches?

he opens his mouth and you expect to be yelled at or even scolded, but he only manages to croak out, “why don’t you go date jack instead, then!”

before you can even process what had been said, he exited the shared bedroom and the apartment, making sure to slam the door. you’re left standing there, the weight of his departure pressing against your chest. tears stream down your face, a mixture of regret and longing. the house feels empty and the reality of his absence crashes down upon you. for a moment, you're overwhelmed by a wave of uncertainty and fear. the weightiness of the dispute bears down heavily on you, leading to doubts that stain your thoughts. have you crossed a line that can't be undone? is this the point of no return? uncertainties whirl in your mind as you struggle with the potential of losing him.

as sobs leave your tired body, you fall to the floor, tucking your knees to your chest and hiding your face in between them. your cries almost drown out the soft knocks against your door. “i don’t want to talk to you, luke. go away.” you say, your voice holding utter exhaustion.

“it’s jack, not luke,” his voice is muffled from being behind the door, “can i come in, please?”

in the midst of the heated argument, you had completely forgotten jack was home, listening to the whole thing. a few months after you and luke started dating, you both talked of moving in with each other - considering you were at jack and luke’s apartment everyday anyway. with open arms, they both invited you to move in with them. jack even redid the guest bedroom for you (even though you claimed luke’s room as yours too).

you rise from your place, wiping away your tears, and open the door to find jack standing there, concern etched across his face. he doesn't say anything. he simply steps forward and envelops you in a tight, understanding embrace. you find comfort in his arms, feeling the weight of your burden begin to lift ever so slightly. you know that you can trust him with your pain, your fears, and your deepest vulnerabilities.

“he’s not coming back is he?” you say in between uncontrolled breaths, “i ruined everything, didn’t i?” you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck as he tightens his hold around you.

“he has to come back, y/n. his airpods and phone are still here.” he jokes, trying to cheer you up and break the tension. you pull away from his neck, shooting him a glare that reads ‘not the time’. “ok sorry but he’s definitely coming back. he just needs time to cool down and chill out before he talks to you. and, you didn’t ruin anything. all relationships have their ups and downs.”

“but what if this isn’t just an up or down? what if we break up?” your voice is barely above a murmur. voicing your insecurities is something you don’t do often. you were taught at an early age that it’s best if you keep your doubts to yourself instead of showcases them for everyone to see.

jack rests his head atop of yours, “believe me, you won’t break up. luke loves you too much, y/n/n,” he pauses to take a deep breath, “however, you did say some pretty hurtful things. i’m not defending luke by any means because he was being a total dick, but you should apologize as well.”

you nod softly in agreement.

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luke came home a few hours later. he went out fully convinced he would get drunk, but he didn’t - he couldn’t do that to you. instead, he ended up driving around, attempting to forget the words that cut through him like a knife.

the bedroom door swung open, revealing a exhausted luke. his eyes met yours, and a mix of relief and sorrow washed over his face. his once happy and confident demeanor now showed signs of sadness, his shoulders slightly slumped, and his gaze filled with remorse. the tension between you hung heavy, suffocating, as the weight of your argument lingered.

the bedside lamp illuminated your tired features and tear stained cheeks. guilt washed over him as he looked at you. hesitantly, he walked over to the bed, sitting besides you. silence continued to fill the room.

unable to bear the silence any longer, you took a hesitant step forward. your voice was barely above a whisper as you said, "luke, i... i didn't mean those things i said. i'm sorry."

his eyes met yours, searching for sincerity. slowly, he closed the distance between you, bringing you into a bone crushing hug. the room seemed to hold its breath as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his touch sending a jolt of warmth through your veins.

“do you really think i ruin everything?” his voice cracks as he asks. your heart breaks at his vulnerable state. if only you didn’t say such hurtful things, this wouldn’t be happening. if only you dropped the disagreement instead of turning it into a fight

“of course i don’t, lukey.” you coo, bringing your hand to entangle with his curls. “i was just angry and saying things i didn’t mean. if anything, you do the exact opposite of ruining things.” you pause you take a deep breath, “you can make anything better no matter what. that’s why you’re the perfect boyfriend and i love you so much.”

"i’m sorry too," he finally spoke, his voice filled with remorse and regret. "i shouldn't have said hurtful things either. i love you, and i never wanted to hurt you." the weight of the argument began to lift, replaced by a renewed sense of hope and the promise of healing.

every relationship has it’s own bumps in the road; however, what really matters is how you overcome those bumps with the strength of your love.

[hearts4hughes]

caught | jack hughes

lake house summers au

a/n: this took me forever to write for no reason at all. is it narcissistic that i’m falling in love with my own au? probably but idrc. enjoy!

tags: @sweetestdesire @hughesluv @michaelrikas @spideyy @longlivehughes

it had been two weeks since the ‘confession’ between you and jack. also meaning, it had been two weeks of trying to keep your relationship a secret together. it wasn’t some ‘forbidden love’ that no one could know about. it was simply just a beautiful secret that binds you together. the thrill of keeping your relationship a secret adds an extra layer of excitement, intensifying the bond you share.

every stolen glance, every brush of your fingertips sends sparks coursing through your veins. but as much as you long to shout your love from the rooftops, you both understand the necessity of keeping it hidden.

you navigate the treacherous territory of keeping your relationship a secret with care and precision. your friends and family remain blissfully unaware of the love that blossoms between you and jack.

the sun dances upon the calm waters, and laughter echoes through the air as you all gather on the deck, soaking up the idyllic surroundings. you and Jack exchange knowing glances- as well as interesting texts.

as the afternoon unfolds, games and laughter fill the air. the tension between you both grows with every stolen touch and meaningful glance, yearning for a moment when you can freely express your love.

“y/n, can you go grab me some beer?” trevor asked, laying sprawled out across the pool chair. “thank you,” he answered himself before you even got the chance to open your mouth. usually, you would’ve argued with him. telling him you weren’t his maid and that he’s a grown man who can do things himself; however, this sparked a chance for you and jack to get some alone time.

your gaze quickly found jack’s. he read you like a book, figuring out exactly what you were thinking without you articulating it. huffing, you got up and began making your way to the kitchen.

“i’ll help you.” jack suggested and shot to his feet. he sent you a quick wink as his back was fully turned to everyone else. he almost even wrapped his hand around your waist but stopped himself before he did.

“it’s only one beer, i think she’s fine-”

“shut up trevor, he’s just trying to be nice!” you snapped, causing trevor to scrunch his nose in annoyance and stick his tongue out at you. you flipped him off in response.

as soon as you get into the privacy of the kitchen, jack grabs your waist, pushing you against the counter, and bringing you into a passionate kiss. the moment, filled with tenderness and affection, catches you off guard, and a spontaneous giggle escapes your lips.

you break away from the kiss, a smile dancing on your face as you look into jack’s eyes. his expression is a perfect mix of curiosity and amusement, mirroring your own joy. the world around you fades into the background as you revel in the moment.

"what’s so funny, babe?" jack asks, a playful glint in his eyes. his hands move from lower back to your upper thighs, lifting you up to sit on the counter.

blushing, you find your words, your voice holding a certain playfulness. "you’re so eager, rowdy," you tease, your gaze locked with his.

with the roll of his eyes, he stifles out a laugh, “do not call me that ever again, and of course i’m eager! it’s fucking torture sitting next to you outside and not being able to hold and kiss you.”

“you are a simp, jack hughes.” your smile deepens, your hand reaching up to cup his face. you lean in for another kiss, a sweet and lingering connection. the touch of jack’s lips against yours is like a thousand fireworks exploding, filling you with a sense of bliss and contentment. it’s in these stolen moments of tenderness that you realize how fortunate you are to have each other.

"jesus, what’s taking you guys so long? are you making the beer from scratch?" luke stands at the entrance of the kitchen, his eyes widening in surprise. “oh, shit…” time slows to a crawl as shock washes over you, freezing you in place.

panic floods your senses as you scramble for a response, desperately searching for words to salvage the situation. instinctively, you shove jack away. he stumbles back, mouth hanging agape as luke’s eyes flicker between you and jack.

luke’s gaze shifts between the two of you, his brows furrowed with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. “were you just making out?” his voice carries a hint of disbelief as he tries to make sense of the scene unfolding before him.

“no!” you blurt out.

“yeah,” jack replies at the exact same time.

you and jack turn to look at each other in a synchronized motion. luke twists his head in confusion, “huh?” you both are just as confused as him.

you find your voice, finally, and in an attempt to explain. "jack and i are dating,” you pause to take a deep breath, “we have been for a few weeks but you’re the only person who knows.” the weight of secrecy begins to lift, replaced by a sense of newfound trust. you and jack exchange a glance, silently acknowledging the unexpected turn of events.

luke’s eyes widen further, his surprise transforming into a mix of realization and understanding. he takes a step closer, a wide smile gracing his lips. "haha i was right! i knew there was something going on between you too!” he exclaims, a glimmer of warmth in his eyes.

“i’m sorry, what?” jack asks, completely dumbfounded. “there was no way you knew.” he scoffs.

luke quirks an eyebrow, “i mean you two weren’t exactly being discreet about it. the winks, the weird looks, you two were obviously hiding something.” were you and jack really being that obvious? looking back at it, you definitely were.

“well shit,” your voice is laced with slight defeat. “who knew lukey had a love radar.” he stifles out a laugh in response.

as the three of you stand in the kitchen, the air buzzing with a newfound sense of camaraderie, you feel a deep gratitude for the unanticipated moment. it was seriously getting hard for you to keep your relationship a secret from everyone. at least one other person knew about it.

“so can i tell everyone that i was right? i’ve got money to collect.” he asks, his eyes lighting up. it might’ve been shallow to bet on his older brother’s relationship but who cares? a little extra cash couldn’t hurt.

“no!” you and jack respond in unison. he rolls his eyes, “but i bet a lot of money!” he whines like a child- reminding you that he was the youngest brother.

“i don’t give a shit about money, if you tell anyone, i’ll smother you in your sleep.” jack retorts. luke holds his hands up in defense before disappearing back outside.

this was going to be a fun summer.

[hearts4hughes]

“look at how red your face is!” with luke! fyi, i could t get your who you write for list to load!

blushing - luke hughes

luke hughes x fem! reader

warnings: one swear i think? tooth rotting fluff

notes: not proofread!! i’m in aruba on vacation in case anyone was wondering about the lack of writings. on another note, IM SO FREAKING PROUD OF LUKE. HE MADE HIS NHL DEBUT ONLY 6 DAYS AFTER THE FROZEN FOUR LOSS!!!

gif is not mine

walking into the sophomore house, you are instantly greeted by the hockey team squished together in the small living room.

“hey, y/n/n.” they all yell out, sending you small smiles before directing their attention back to the action movie displayed on the tv.

you walked further into the house, stopping when you reach the chair that luke was sitting on and plopping yourself onto his lap. you threw both your legs over the armchair and relaxed your body against luke’s. subconsciously, he wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you close.

no one in the room even flinched at the actions between you and luke. this was normal for you two.

luke was your best friend. when taking the job of the umich hockey team’s media admin, you felt out of place. that feeling of displacement quickly went away after you met luke- one of the team’s defensemen. he introduced you around and made you feel wanted on the hockey team.

you were a breath of fresh air to luke, showing him sides of himself he’d never seen before. luke didn’t realize it at first, however, while your friendship grew with each other, so did his love for you. he played it off as just love for a very close friend, but he knew he was lying to himself.

not long after, you started experiencing different feelings of your own for luke. you’d notice yourself laugh a little too hard at one of his jokes or blushing when he walked into a room.

it was pretty obvious you two were both in love with each other. the hockey team would continuously flame you both for being in love with each other, but you and luke just shrugged it off. like everyone else, you two were aware of the feelings you had for each other.

“hi, lukey.” you smile, your cheeks flushing a bright pink.

he turns his gaze away from the tv screen, locking his eyes with yours and breaking out in a toothy grin.

“hi, lovie.” he speaks softly, pulling you even closer into his chest, if that was even possible.

“i missed you today.” you admitted, taking a deep breath and letting his scent fill your nostrils.

luke giggled, kissing the top of your head before cheekily responding, “just today?”

pouting, you playfully hit his shoulder, sending him a sarcastic glare.

the rest of the night you try to focus on the movie, but you fail miserably. looking away from the tv, you study luke’s features. his face wears a serious expression as he intensely watches the movie. ever so often, he lets out a small chuckle at a funny scene in the movie, causing a smile to tug at the corners of your lips. his so damn gorgeous, it’s not fair.

out of the corner of his eye, luke catches you staring at him.

“like the view?” a smug grin takes over his face.

“i do.” your voice was a little more than a murmur.

red floods luke’s cheeks and he begins to bite his bottom lip.

“pay attention to the movie, not me.” he says, furrowing his brows and pursing his lips.

“but you’re more interesting than the movie.” you exclaim- a little too loudly.

the small exertion causes everyone to look your way, slowly observing what was happening. it wasn’t that surprising to the team that you two were barely paying attention to the movie, so engrossed in each other.

embarrassment shoots through your body. you awkwardly clear your throat, directing your attention back to the film. it only takes minutes before your swept away in a deep slumber. the sound of your soft snores fill luke’s ears, giving him a sense of comfort.

if he could, he’d stay here snuggled up with you forever. the way your body is radiating heat onto his makes him want to be this close to you every day. the way your lips were slightly parted made them look so kissable. the only thing luke would change about this situation would be that it wasn’t happening in the middle of movie night with the entire hockey team.

“hughesy?!” dylan yelled out, taking luke out of his trance and back into reality.

blinking a few times, luke realizes that he’s missed the end of the movie from being so entranced with you.

“yeah, sorry,” he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“were you even listening?” mark furrows his brows, chuckling deeply.

“um, about what?” luke asks, dumbfounded.

“of course he wasn’t listening.” rutger states blatantly. “he’s too obsessed with his girlfriend.”

a familiar pink color paints luke’s cheeks as rutger refers to you as his girlfriend. the room erupts in laughs and snickers at luke’s reaction.

“she’s not my girlfriend.” he mumbles, rolling his eyes.

“not my girlfriend my ass.” rutger mocks, throwing popcorn at luke. the piece of popcorn hits luke on the bridge of his nose, causing him to flip rutger off.

“she isn’t my girlfriend!” luke defends once again, widening his eyes.

“look how red your face is, hughesy!” mackie shouts, hitting luke’s shoulder.

mark throws his head back in sarcastic laughter. “dude, she’s literally laying across your lap with your arms wrapped around her… and you are trying to tell us she isn’t your girlfriend?”

luke looks down to the beautiful girl laying on top of him, but doesn’t remove his arms from their resting place around your waist. “so what? we like to cuddle. a lot of best friends do.”

“whatever helps you sleep at night, hughesy.” dylan shrugs, rising to his feet and exiting the room.

deciding he’s had enough of this abuse, luke stands up, holding you protectively in his arms and walking up the stairs. when he rounds the corner to his room, he carefully places you down on the bed, making sure to not disturb you.

“luke,” you call out softly.

“yes, lovie?” he coos, slipping into bed next to you. his arms find your waist, pulling you close. you rest your head against his muscular chest, breathing in his scent.

“i love you.” you admit, closing your eyes tight, not wanting to see luke’s reaction.

all the blood drains from luke’s face. his throat runs dry and his palms get sweaty. “what?” he asks, not sure if he imagined that or not.

“i love you, lukey.” repeating your sentence, nerves start to set in. ‘you just confessed your love for luke- your best friend- how else was he supposed to react?’ was all you could think.

after a few moments of not responding, tears start to well in your eyes. “never mind,” you mutter through gritted teeth, wiggling out of luke’s hold.

luke- who is still processing the information- doesn’t realize his sudden silence is upsetting to you. “y/n,” his voice is soft.

“no, luke.” you snap. “it’s fine. i was stupid to say that.” swiftly, you jump out of luke’s bed, taking a moment to get your bearings, and head to leave luke’s room.

“y/n!” luke calls out once again. he kicks the covers off of himself and rises to his feet. you try to quickly exit the room, but he grabs your wrist before you can. “wait, please.” he’s basically pleading now.

you didn’t want to hear your best friend rejecting you. the silence after your confession was enough for you to get the hint. “luke, listen, it’s ok. i guess i just misinterpreted our relationship. we are always flirting and stuff…” you pause nervously. “i thought- i thought that… you liked me.”

luke’s heart shatters at your tone of voice. he can’t help but notice the tears waiting to spill out of your eyes, or how you are biting the inside of your cheek, trying to hold back sobs. he made you feel this way. he made you feel unloved. he winced at his thoughts.

“but y/n,” his thumb reassuringly rubs your hand. “i do like you. shit… i love you.”

your eyes go wide. tears begin to slip from your eyes. however, they aren’t sad tears, they are happy ones.

“kiss me.”

luke doesn’t waste anytime, quickly closing the gap between you and putting his lips on yours. the kiss is passionate and gentle. but also sloppy considering luke’s sense of urgency to kiss you more, and more.

[hearts4hughes]

soothing | luke hughes

(luke hughes x fem! reader)

a/n: loved this request and loved writing it! requests are officially open once again! send in whatever you’d like :)

request: "no, don't stop. i like the sound of your voice." with luke and maybe the reader is having trouble sleeping?

you lie in bed, your thoughts swirling in a chaotic dance that keeps sleep at bay. the darkness of the room amplifies the restlessness within you, and you sigh in frustration, longing for respite. sensing your struggle, luke, sits up beside you, concern etched across his face.

"what’s wrong, baby?" luke whispers, his voice filled with empathy. you don’t respond, sudden guilt washes over you for waking your boyfriend. “can’t sleep?”

you turn to him, your eyes reflecting weariness and longing for sleep. nodding softly, you express your gratitude for his willingness to assist, even as doubt lingers within you.

he reaches out and tenderly takes your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. the warmth of his touch radiates comfort, and you find solace in his presence. he shifts closer, his arm encircling your shoulders, pulling you gently against his chest. you rest your head against him, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

suddenly, he begins talking, trying to rid your mind of whatever anxiety or chaos it holds. “my family wants you to spend the summer with us this year.”

“really?” your voice holds sincerity while your face lights up like a christmas tree. you’ve always wanted to go to the lake house with luke but never wanted to intrude. now, you’ll be able to go under the invite of his family- who loves you dearestly.

“mhm,” he replies. “but don’t be surprised when jack bothers you the whole time we’re there.” he chuckles. ever since jack met you, he clinged to you in a platonic and comforting way. your relationship with luke was still brand new and jack was asking when you would be moving in. needless to say, he quickly became one of your best friends.

luke continues on talking as he notices you seek a certain comfort in his voice. he talked about wanting to get a dog together, hockey, and anything else of interest to you. when he looked down to you, noticing your heavy eyelids and constant yawns, his voice came to a halt.

"no, don't stop," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper. "i like the sound of your voice."

luke smiles, his voice growing softer. "i’ll keep talking, my love," he assures you, his words creating a soothing tapestry around your restless mind.

with each word he says, your restlessness dissipates, giving way to a sense of peace that envelops you like a warm blanket. luke’s voice becomes a beacon, leading you away from the stormy seas of your mind and into a state of deep relaxation.

as he continues to speak, his words lull you into a state of calm, gently nudging you toward the edge of slumber. you feel your eyelids grow heavy, your breathing steadier, until finally, sleep claims you in its comforting embrace.

luke remains by your side, his voice gradually fading into a whisper, leaving only the peaceful silence of the room. he watches over you, making a mental note that his voice is soothing to you when stressed. and as the night unfolds, your dreams are filled with serenity, ensuring that you find the rest you so desperately needed.

[hearts4hughes]

the fight | jack hughes

jack hughes x fem! reader

a/n: something quick as i finish up some part 2s for other jack fics

warnings: talk of a fight (not sure if that’s a warning or not?)

gif is not mine

one second you were chatting with jim, and the next you’re out of your seat, trying to get a better view as jack takes down aho.

“oh my god.” you mumble, watching him pound on the player below him. you frantically look over to jim who seems unfazed as ever. “jack’s in a fight!” you exclaim with wide eyes.

he chuckles at your obvious observation, taking another bite of popcorn. “he’ll be fine.” your eyes dart back and fourth between jim and the fight on the ice. he lets out another hardy laugh as your mouth hangs agape. “don’t worry. i mean he’s winning, so that’s good!” he jokes.

you smile unsurely, laughing to yourself at the fact jack’s own father isn’t even slightly fazed at his first nhl fight. “sure…”

as the refs break up the scene, jack looks up towards your seat in the arena. worry drowns your features until he breaks out into a toothy smile, showing off his newly missing tooth. he gives you a quick wink, sending butterflies off in your stomach, and returning his focus back to the game.

he finds this amusing.

“looks like someone tried to impress you.” jim observes the flirty looks his son sends to you. your cheeks flush a deep red.

“he looks too happy for someone who just got in a fight.” you point out, taking your seat next to jim once again.

the rest of the game goes by smoothly. the devils won 8-4 with a huge lead. along with that, aho steered away from jack and refrained from taking cheap shots at other players.

jim decided to head home after the game. he’d call later to congratulate his sons and talk about their game play. which left you here now, mindlessly walking through the tunnels of the prudential center. as you round the corner near the locker rooms, you wait and strike up conversation with other hockey wags.

“hey, baby.” jack’s voice causes you to redirect your attention from the conversation to him. he wears a proud, but smug smile, practically waiting to be scolded by you.

you look at him unamused. “you started a fight!” you whisper yell, grabbing his hand and leading him into a more private corner.

he laughs, bringing you into a deep hug. “good observation, honey.”

“it’s not funny!” you bite back a huge grin, trying so hard to keep your composure. “you could’ve gotten hurt.” you pout, nuzzling your face into his neck.

“well it’s a good thing i didn’t.” he pulls you away from his neck, staring into your eyes with a wide smile. “aho had it coming for him. he was cross checking and slashing all game. i wasn’t going to take it anymore.”

he presses a soft kiss to your lips, bringing you back against his chest. you breath in his freshly showered scent, savoring the moment, even if you were trying to act disappointed.

“you’re lucky you’re hot.” you sigh against him.

“even with my missing tooth?” he teases playfully. you giggle at his slight lisp. it was barely noticeable, but it made you smile like an idiot when he struggled to fully pronounce letters like t or s.

“yes, jack.” you reassure, pressing another kiss to his lips. “even with your missing tooth.”

[hearts4hughes]

romantic surprises | jack hughes

jack hughes x fem! reader

a/n: not totally sure how i feel about this, but thank you anon for requesting! i can picture teenage jack watching a romcom where the boy climbs up to his lover’s window and surprises them, and being like “i need to do that!”

request: "why are you creeping outside my bedroom window?!" "i thought it would be romantic if i climbed up here," "you gave me a heart attack!" with Jack pls?

as you settle into the quiet solitude of your bedroom, the moonlight spills through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. the air is still, and the only sound is the soft rustle of the night breeze. just as you begin to drift into a peaceful slumber, a noise from outside catches your attention.

with a start, you sit up in bed and listen intently. there it is again—a faint scraping sound coming from just outside your window. your heart skips a beat as your mind races to make sense of the situation. slowly, you approach the window, peering through the blinds.

to your surprise, you find jack standing there, his face flushed with anticipation, a sheepish smile playing on his lips. the shock and confusion melt away, replaced by a mixture of amusement and mild exasperation.

"why are you creeping outside my bedroom window?!" you exclaim, unable to conceal the surprise in your voice.

jack’s eyes widen momentarily, his expression shifting from excitement to realization. he takes a step back, his hands raised in a gesture of innocence.

"i thought it would be romantic if i climbed up here," he explains, his voice filled with a mix of nervousness and excitement.

you can't help but let out a nervous laugh, a mixture of relief and lingering surprise. "you gave me a heart attack!" you exclaim, trying to steady your racing heartbeat.

jack’s face softens with understanding, and he takes a step closer, his eyes filled with affection. "i’m so sorry, love. I didn't mean to startle you. I just wanted to surprise you with a romantic gesture."

you can't help but smile at his sincere words, the initial shock slowly fading away. "i appreciate the sentiment," you reply, your voice gentle but still tinged with lingering surprise. "but next time, maybe just knock on the door."

jack nods, a mix of relief and amusement flickering across his features. he takes your hand in his, his touch grounding you in the present moment.

"i promise, next time i’ll stick to more traditional methods of surprising you," he says, a playful twinkle in his eyes. "no more window climbing, i swear."

you can't help but chuckle, feeling the tension slowly dissipating. jack’s intentions were pure, even if the execution was less than perfect. you realize that in moments like these, it's the thought and effort that truly matter.

with a soft sigh, you pull jack into a warm embrace, feeling the beating of his heart against yours. as you hold each other, the incident fades into the background, replaced by the reassuring comfort of your love.

in the stillness of the night, you both find comfort in each other's arms, knowing that even unexpected surprises and startled hearts can become cherished memories. and as you drift off to sleep, you do so with a grateful heart, grateful for the imperfections that make your love story unique and beautiful.

[hearts4hughes]

late night treat | luke hughes

(luke hughes x fem! reader)

a/n: thank you for the request anon! i might’ve gotten carried away by describing the cookies (i was hungry while writing this, don’t judge!). side note, working on quinn writings!!!

request: can i please request a writing with luke using the prompts “it’s 2 am?” “i was hungry.” “so you made cookies?”

as the clock strikes 2 am, the stillness of the night envelops your surroundings. the moon casts a soft glow through the curtains, painting gentle shadows on the kitchen floor. you find yourself restless, your stomach rumbling with an undeniable craving. slipping out of bed, you tiptoe into the kitchen, hoping not to wake luke, your loving boyfriend, who peacefully slumbers in the nearby room.

with a hushed determination, you search through the cabinets, seeking out the ingredients that will satisfy your late-night hunger. flour, sugar, chocolate chips—your hands move with a quiet grace, guided by an insatiable appetite. the smell of freshly baked cookies begins to fill the air, a comforting aroma that dances alongside the soft hum of the refrigerator.

just as you're midway through combining the ingredients, the sound of footsteps interrupts the stillness. you turn, caught in the act, and there stands luke, bleary-eyed but curious, his expression a mixture of surprise and amusement.

"it’s 2 am?" he asks, a playful hint of incredulity in his voice.

you chuckle nervously, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. "i was hungry," you reply sheepishly, unable to hide the mischievous glint in your eyes.

a slow smile spreads across luke’s face as he steps closer, drawn in by the irresistible scent that fills the kitchen. "so you made cookies?" he asks, his tone a delicate blend of teasing and admiration.

you nod, feeling a sense of pride for your culinary midnight adventure. "i couldn't resist," you admit, a hint of laughter lacing your words. "besides, who can say no to warm, homemade cookies?"

luke’s gaze softens, his love for you evident in his eyes. he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. "i can never resist you," he whispers, planting a tender kiss on your forehead.

together, you watch the cookies baking in the oven, their golden edges beginning to form. the soft glow of the kitchen fills the room, creating a sanctuary of warmth and comfort. the rhythmic sound of the timer ticking becomes a lullaby, and you find solace in the simplicity of this shared moment.

as the oven dings, you retrieve the tray of freshly baked cookies, their aroma now filling the entire house. you place them on the counter, the warmth radiating from each morsel a testament to your late-night endeavor. luke’s eyes light up with anticipation as you break off a piece, the chocolate melting slightly as you hand it to him.

together, you indulge in the sweet treat, savoring the flavors and the intimacy of the moment. the giggles and whispered conversations fill the kitchen, intertwining with the sweetness of the cookies and the tenderness between you.

as the last crumbs are devoured, you find yourselves entangled in a loving embrace, the late hour forgotten in the magic of your connection. it’s in these small moments, these stolen acts of culinary whimsy, that you realize how lucky you are to have found someone who shares your midnight cravings and embraces your quirks.

with sleepy eyes, you and Luke return to bed, the lingering taste of cookies still on your lips. as you drift off to sleep, a sense of contentment washes over you, knowing that no matter the hour or the craving, you have someone by your side who will join you in the sweetest of adventures.

[hearts4hughes]

wanna be yours - jack hughes

jack hughes x fem! reader

warnings: swearing, not proofread

notes: small little imagine for lovie bun! let’s pray the devils pull through tonight and work some magic!!!!

gif is not mine

falling in love with his best friend might’ve not been the smartest thing he ever did, but jack didn’t care.

ever since your family moved next door to the hughes’, you and jack have been attached by the hip. you did everything together. and i mean everything.

no matter what path life led you or jack to, you were always there for each other. it was a hard adjustment when jack went off to become a superstar for the new jersey devils. there were countless times where he’d lay down in his bed at night wondering if he was doing the right thing. if this was his purpose in life, or if he was supposed to be home with you. of course he thought he could never admit that to you because you’d only reassure him that it was his purpose to show off his talents in the nhl, and to not let you stop him from living his dream. little did you know, you were his dream.

jack couldn’t stop himself from falling in love with you. even at a young age he thought of you way more often than he should’ve. you were perfect for him, and everyone could see that- including him.

things took a quick turn for the better when jack was able to snag you a job as the sports media manager for the devils. you and jack were more than thrilled that you’d have a job for the team. not to mention how you’d be with jack basically everyday, just like it once was.

it might’ve just been your insecurities or stubbornness, but you’d never believe anyone when they told you jack was head over heels for you. it was just something that didn’t seem real- or so you thought.

i wanna be your vacuum cleaner

breathing in your dust

i wanna be your fort cortina

i will never rust

“do you think he’ll like this?” you question, flipping your hair to the side to showcase the tight, blue, minidress that hugs your curves, so perfectly.

jack’s eyes raked up and down your body, stopping momentarily on your slight cleavage. he could barely form a coherent thought because of how stunning you looked. “yeah, he’s going to love it.” his eyes stay wide as he continues to check out the outfit you wore, not for him, but for another man.

“ok.” you blush as you watch his eyes go up and down your body. you grin widely, turning around and beginning to finish your hair.

he watches you turn around and begin to get ready once again, but instead of saying anything, he stays silent leaning against the headboard of your bed.

let me be your ‘leccy meter

and i’ll never run out

let me be the portable heater

that you’ll get cold without

he’s give anything to take your dates place tonight. he knew he’d treat you better than any other man would. he knew you better than anyone else. however, he continued to endure the heartbreak of watching you get ready for dates with various men that don’t deserve you. jack’s thoughts were jealousy ridden, and he knew it. he needed to put an end to this.

secrets i have held in my heart

are harder to hide than i thought

maybe i just wanna be yours

“y/n,” he blurts out, not knowing what he’s about to confess.

putting your brush down, you reply. “mhm.”

“don’t go out on that date tonight.”

those seven words are enough to make you stop what you’re doing and face jack. “what?”

he rubs his neck nervously, thinking he should’ve planned this out. “don’t go out tonight, please.” his voice slightly cracks.

“jack, what are you saying?” standing up, you huff out a sarcastic laugh. what does he mean don’t go?

moving to the foot of your bed, he thinks of a plan on how to not sound like a complete asshole. “just please don’t, y/n/n.”

“jack, you can’t just say that.” you cock your head forward in annoyance. “why don’t you want me to go? just tell me.”

silence fills the room. just tell her you love her, dumbass!! keeps circling through jack’s head.

“whatever.” you scoff, rolling your eyes and grabbing your purse.

“i-” his voice is desperate. “i love you.”

your mouth falls agape as your eyes widen in shock. jack has almost the same reaction when he realizes what he just did.

“shit, wait.” he runs his hands through his hair in frustration and regret. “i didn’t- i wasn’t-” he stutters out the incoherent sentence, until he finally hangs his head down in shame. tears begin to well in his eyes when you continue to stay silent.

“jacky,” you coo. the use of his nickname causes a few tears to slip from his eyes. “please don’t cry.”

“i’m not crying.” he defends, blinking away the tears, and using his sweater paw to wipe them away.

the sound of your heels clicking fills the almost dead silent room as you make your way over to jack. when you reach him, you sit next to him, cupping his face while examining his features. his eyes are bloodshot from the sudden tears and his face is flushed. he moves away from your hold to let his head hang down once again.

“baby, i love you too.” you confess, scooting even closer to him.

“don’t say that just because you feel bad for me.” his eyes stay glued at his feet. jack felt weak as paper, waiting to be thrown away.

you let out a slight giggle at his words, even though you shouldn’t of. he slowly turns his head to glance at you. your lips fall into a frown when you realize he thinks you’re laughing at him.

“i know i’m pathetic, but you don’t need to laugh.” he mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper. you feel your heart crack. you never once thought he was pathetic.

“you are not pathetic, jack.” you say softly. “and i wasn’t laughing at you, i was laughing at what you said about me only saying ‘i love you’ out of pity.”

he continues to look at you unconvinced. “what’s so funny about that?” he questions. the tone of his voice causes your heart to shatter completely. he was anything but confident right now, and it killed him.

“has it really not been obvious that i’m in love with you?” you joke, a small smile tugs at your lips. “i turned down so many job requests at home, just to get this job here with you. you weren’t the only reason i took the job, it is a great opportunity for me, but you were the main reason i took it.”

“that kinda flew right over my head.” he lets out a small chuckle. the pieces of your broken heart start to slowly form back together when you hear him laugh.

“i can tell. good thing you’re only a hockey player.” the friendly dig makes jack gasp dramatically.

“what’s that supposed to mean?!” he jokes, pulling a loud laugh out of the both of you.

as the laughter begins to die down, jack checks his apple watch. “oh shit, you’re going to miss your date.”

you stare at him dumbfounded. does he really think you are still going out with another person after what just happened? “i am not going on that date, jacky. i am staying right here with you.” he relaxes into your touch as you rest your head on his shoulder.

you both sit in comfortable silence, wondering what’s going to happen after this.

“y/n,” he breaks the silence.

“yes?”

“you promise you like me?” he asks even though the question sounds dumb.

“of course.” you reassure.

“more than friends?”

“more than friends.”

[hearts4hughes]

Congratulations on 500!! I’m just spit balling here but can you please write something with jealous/protective jack. Like maybe the reader and the other boys were mucking around at like a lake house or something and maybe picking the reader up and throwing them in the water and jacks not happy about it maybe with the promt"no way.... you're actually jealous."

nora’s 500 celly !!

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“put me down, trevor!” you screeched as he picked you up and walked to the edge of the dock. unfortunately, your protests were ignored as he threw you into the water, jumping in right after you.

when you surfaced, you felt trevor’s arms snake around your body. his wheezy laugh filled your ears and you relaxed into his body.

anything between you and trevor was strictly platonic. his personality was outgoing and flirty, and it always has been. when you first met him, you thought he had a crush on you because of the buckets of compliments and flirty remarks you had gotten from him. but after that, you realized that was just his humor, and you never thought of him as anything more than a friend.

however, you do have a huge crush on one of his close friends, jack. jack is a brunette, hockey player, with amazing charm. almost everything about him screamed boyfriend material, and because of that, you were infatuated with him.

jack watched from afar as trevor clung to your body. jealousy ran through his veins. why was he so close to you? we’re you guys more than friends? did you like him? did trevor like you?

with a huff, he raises to his feet, “i’m going to grab a drink.” his voice was sharp and annoyed. you turn around to trevor with furrowed brows. he wears the same expression.

“what was that about?” he asks, causing you to shrug. you untangle yourself from trevor and swim over to the dock.

“i’m going to go see if he’s ok.” you say, placing both arms on the wooden dock and hoisting yourself up. you grab a towel, barely bothering to dry off before racing into the house after jack.

“jack?” you open the glass door to an oddly quiet house. he hums in response and closes the refrigerator door with a beer in hand. “is everything ok?”

he nods in reply.

your eyes can’t help but scan his shirtless body. he’s tense and stiff, but it does wonders for his abs. the slight tan he got made his muscles more defined and your knees nearly buckled at the sight.

he watched as your eyes wandered around his naked torso. a slight smirk took over his lips. “my eyes are up here, baby.” he teases, taking a swig of beer and placing it down.

red paints your cheeks as you quickly change the subject. “you sounded upset outside. are you sure you’re ok?” you ask again, moving closer to him.

he doesn’t say anything but his eyes talk for him. they flutter back and fourth between your lips and your eyes. he blinks rapidly, pulling himself out of whatever trance he was in.

“do you like trevor?” his voice is quiet and his features are soft. “more than a friend, i mean.” he elaborates.

more than a friend? you had thought he had known the relationship dynamic between you and trevor. had he not? why would it matter to him anyway?

then it clicked.

“no way… you’re actually jealous.” you grin.

his eyes enlarge as his breath hitches in his throat. “what- i’m not- i wasn’t-” he sputtered, clearly trying to mask his nerves.

he throws his head back and runs his hands through his hair frustratedly.

“jack, it’s ok. i was just joking.” you reassure. he lets out a sigh of relief in response. “i’ll meet you outside, ok?” you say and turn around to leave the house.

jack wants to confess his feelings for you so bad. he needs to confess everything to you. all these moments and opportunities he’s had, and he continues to chicken out, playing it safe by hiding his true emotions. but not this time.

“y/n, wait.” he grabs your wrist, halting your steps. his touch on your wrist sends sparks shooting up your spine.

slowly, you turn around. once again, being face to face with the love of your life.

“yes?” you reply. you want to guess what he’s about to admit. god, you know exactly what he’s about to admit. however, you push back the storyline created in your head. there’s no way jack hughes was about to confess his feelings to you. that stuff only happens in the movies.

or so you thought.

“i like you a lot.” he admits, removing his hand from your wrist and scratching the back of his neck nervously. “more than friends.”

a weight feels like it’s lifted off of your shoulders when the words leave his lips. you swear you pinched yourself just to make sure you weren’t dreaming.

“you don’t know how long i’ve waited for you to say that.”

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1. "excuse me, can I help you with something?" "keep it moving." "i don't think she's interested. keep walking." with mark estapa?

get lost - mark estapa

mark estapa x fem! reader

100 followers celly !!

warnings: creepy / asshole guy, swearing, mentions of blood + broken nose, mentions of alcohol / slightly intoxicated reader

notes: writing anything to do with jealousy is my absolute favorite. it’s just so satisfying to write and i have no idea why. anyway, enjoy my first mark imagine!

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mark stayed leaned against the kitchen counter. his jaw was clenched, eyes filled with jealousy, and body tensed as he glared at his girlfriend and some random guy.

he left for not even five minutes to go to the bathroom, and when he got back, you had been swept away talking to some random boy. he was tall, brunette, muscular, and handsome. everything a person would want in a man- especially you. he was your perfect type and mark just kept running scenario after scenario in his head of you leaving with that piece of crap.

the more and more you laughed and smiled towards the boy, made mark even angrier. finally, mark pushed off the counter, making his way over to you when he saw the boy rest his hand on your hip. while walking over, mark noticed the shift in tension. your body language and expression became uncomfortable as you repeatedly tried to push the boy’s hand off your waist.

“excuse me, can i help you with something?” mark’s voice was harsh and cold. he protectively stood by your side, slapping the boy’s hand away from your body.

“yeah, you can actually.” the boy smirked. “me and my girl were just about to leave.”

mark scoffed, shaking his head, “your girl, huh?” he stood taller, angry features painting his face.

the boy’s devilish smirk just grew wider, liking the challenge. “yeah, my girl.”

you stood silently, not knowing how to approach the situation.

“i’m going to give you one second to get the fuck out of here before i beat the shit out of you.” mark mutters through gritted teeth. his hands ball into a fist, ready to knock him out.

“who even are you?” the boy squinted his eyes sarcastically.

“i’m ‘your girl’s’ boyfriend.” mark mocks, pushing his shoulder aggressively. not even bothering to ask the other boy’s name.

“y/n didn’t mention a boyfriend. i mean she was just talking about how badly she wanted me.”

“what the fuck? first off, i mentioned i had a boyfriend like five times. second, i would never want an asshole like you.” you decided to finally butt in, walking closer to the boy who’s name you’ve already forgotten.

a circle now began to form around the argument. the noisy party quieted down, trying to figure out what was happening. out of the corner of your eye, you notice luke, ethan, and some other players on the hockey team coming to stand by you, ready to defend whatever was happening.

“what’s going on?” ethan asks quietly.

“this douchebag is making me uncomfortable.” you reply.

“why don’t you get lost.” luke mutters, moving closer.

you watch as the boy’s expression changes from cocky and smug to scared in just moments, not wanting to get beat up by the hockey team. mark pushes his shoulder once again, signaling him to start moving. you trail behind your body guards as they so nicely lead your unwanted guest out.

“keep it moving.” mark growls as the boy stops and turns around.

“hey, y/n.” he calls out, really tipping the pot. “call me whenever you want to have some fun.” he winks, causing your stomach to turn uneasily. the crowd around you erupts in yells and fighting chants.

“i don’t think she’s interested. keep walking.” mark answers for you.

honestly, mark’s surprised he didn’t punch the guy right there and then, but he keeps his cool. that is until the trash in front of him decides to open his mouth again.

“you know, you should really tell your girlfriend to stop whoring around.”

the second the words leave his mouth, mark’s fist connects with his face. you hear a loud crunch and the boy’s knocked out body is across the room. his nose bleeds intensely, probably broken from the punch. the entire room gasps, processing what had just happened. still in shock, you go over to mark, grabbing his hand and examining it. you couldn’t even bother to worry about the boy who was on the receiving end of the punch.

“are you ok?” you both ask simultaneously. mark’s hand cups your face while you brush your fingers lightly over mark’s knuckles.

“mark,” adam begins, “we can take care of our buddy over here. take y/n somewhere quiet.”

mark nods, leading you upstairs to his room. when mark opens the door to his room, you both take a seat at the foot of his bed. silence fills the room. mark’s attention is taken off you for a moment as his hand begins throbbing in pain.

“thank you.” you speak up, resting your head on mark’s shoulder in exhaustion. “your going to need to ice your hand.”

“don’t worry about me, my love. i’ll be ok.” he coos, kissing your head. “and no need to thank me. it’s my duty as your boyfriend to protect you from all the assholes in the world.”

you giggle at his words, biting back a cheeky smile. without even realizing it, you begin to drift off into a deep sleep. mark hears the deep breaths and soft snores coming from your sweet lips. he swiftly picks you up, moving you under the warmth of his covers. as you begin to stir from your slumber, mark pauses- staying completely still- until he’s sure your still fast asleep.

after completing his nightly routine, he slips under the covers next to you. he takes a moment to admire your peaceful state. your mouth is parted slightly open, cheeks rosy- most likely from the alcohol you drank- and your chest rises slowly with every breath. finally, he pulls you close into his chest.

“i love you.”

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regrets | jack hughes

jack hughes x fem! reader

part one

a/n: i rewrote this about a million times, and i can’t seem to settle on something i’m proud of, so i landed on this. i’m aware it’s rushed at the end, but it was so difficult for me to get ideas for this part 2.

warnings: swearing, alcohol, talk of toxic friendship

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two weeks.

it’s been two weeks since you destroyed your relationship with jack. well, destroyed what was left of it.

the morning after, you woke up to twenty missed calls and about thirty texts- all from jack- along with a pounding headache. you chose to ignore his existence, skimming through the texts, and deleting all voicemails.

that has been your routine since it happened. you’d wake up with a tear stained face, puffy eyes, and delete all the ‘apologies’ jack had sent. various people had told you to block his number, but you couldn’t. he was still the same jack that you became best friends with, and that’s what kept you trapped in.

“i’ll take another.” you wave the bartender over, asking for what was probably your fourth drink of the night. he nods, making the alcoholic beverage.

getting handed the drink, you throw back the mix of tequila and various juices. every sip washes away your memories of that night. you can’t cry about something you can’t remember, and that logic made you more and more desperate to wash away your sorrows with liquor.

“how many of those have you had tonight?” you almost drop your glass at the sound of that voice. the same voice that used to be comforting, but now only reminds you of the horror and pain it carries.

slowly, you turn your head to look at jack. his eyes lock with yours, dull of their usual shimmer. he sends you a half-smile- if you can even call it that. without another word, you fly to your feet, making a one way exit out of the bar.

“miss, you have you pay for your drink!” the bartender yells out. coming to a halt, you turn around, motioning your head towards jack.

“he’s going to take my tab.” you beam, hoping that will slow jack down a little bit. he awkwardly smiles, pulling out $100 and giving it to the bartender, not caring how much lower the original bill was. hastily, he spins on his heels, praying he catches you before you escape.

if it weren’t for your stiletto heels, you’d be sprinting down the street like a runner, not caring where the finish line was. however, you could compromise with speed walking.

“y/n!” jack calls out. you didn’t bother to turn around, already knowing he was right on your tail. you pick up speed, looking both ways, and crossing the street. “y/n!” he yells again.

just as you thought you got away, a strong hand grabs your bicep, causing you to stop in your tracks. you turn around, eyes shooting daggers at him.

“let me go.” you command. your voice cold and authoritative. obeying your wishes, he releases you from his hold.

you swiftly turn around, ready to run at full speed down the main road.

“wait, please.” he begs. “let me drive you home and we can talk about everything.” the street light reveals jack’s features more in-depth. dark circles lay just under his beautiful blue eyes, that are bloodshot due to crying. he was just as broken as you.

“i’m not sure, jack.” your eyes flick to the ground, tracing the cracks and curves in the sidewalk.

if he took you home, he’d only pull you back into the vicious cycle that you both called a ‘friendship’.

“please.” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. your eyes finally land on his. you scan the regretful look plastered across his face. his lips are turned downward into a frown, eyes droopy and glassy, and his once tan complexion was now pale.

your eyes flick down to your shoes, not completely letting the pity overtake you. “ok.” you nod. his face lights up into a small smile.

“ok, good.” his voice is much happier, “my car is in the parking lot back there.” he leads you to his car, looking back ever so often, just to make sure your still there.

warily, you step into jack’s passenger seat. the car reeked of his smell, and with every deep breath, the memories you tried to erase, flooded back. you swallowed hard, telling yourself it was a mistake to ever allow him to persuade you into this.

“are you ok?” he asks, reading your mind. “you didn’t make a mistake by allowing me to bring you home, y/n/n.” the use of your nickname makes you wince. “i’m not going to give up on our relationship without explaining first.”

he said relationship.

not friendship.

relationship.

“i didn’t even say anything.” you snap, causing him to flinch.

jack swallows hard. he’s not used to the harsh actions coming from you. you were always jack’s rock. his shoulder to cry on when he needed you. he never thought his actions would’ve been thought of as leading you on, but then again, he doesn’t use his brain that much.

“yeah, but you’re thinking it. i can tell.” he mumbles, grabbing his phone and throwing it over to you. confused, you accept it, searching jack’s face for any clues of what you were supposed to do.

his face falls when he notices your confused actions. it was muscle memory for him to pass you this phone in the car, waiting for you to serenade him with your music. he even made a playlist for you because at that point, you owned his car radio.

“you always have the aux, remember?” he clarifies, bewildered how after only a few weeks, you had forgotten basic routines.

as the gears turn in your head, you tap on the playlist titled, ‘y/n/n <3’, and allow the soft sounds of taylor swift to whisk you away from reality.

the car ride was fairly short, considering your house was just down the road. you roughly shove your key into the keyhole and allowing him into your apartment. even during the depressing past weeks, you managed to keep your apartment clean. you needed some sort of distraction, and busying your mind with cleaning was the perfect one.

he crept into the home, letting his eyes wander all around as if he’d never seen it before. his finger tips grazed the wooden coffee table, admiring the floral arrangement strategically placed on it. he’d always loved how you decorated your apartment. it never failed to brighten his day when he saw the photos and memories that decorated the walls.

“kinda thought you would’ve taken this down after what happened.” he broke the deafening silence, picking up a framed photo of you and him at a carnival. you both shared a huge bag of cotton candy, his jacket covering your body, and his arm slung around your shoulders. you had always joked that when you brought men over and they saw that photo, they’d get scared away, not wanting to get involved with your nhl ‘boyfriend’.

“what are you here for, jack?” you ask, not entertaining his antics. he’s trying to butter you up. making you relive all the memories from the past and automatically forgive him, but it wasn’t going to work.

his body tenses as he places the photo down. “you know what i’m here for.” he insinuated, moving closer to you. “i need to explain. everything.”

you stood your ground, standing tall and confident. nodding your head, you urged him to continue.

“i’m so sorry for everything.” he began. “i led you on, lied to you, and made our relationship toxic. i took you for granted, y/n, and i regret it every single day.”

you stood there in silence, waiting for more to come from his apology.

he swallowed hard before starting to speak once again. “i’m going to be honest with you. i’m absolutely in love with you. more than just as friends. fuck, i have been since i met you.” he takes in a sharp breath, putting his hand behind his neck and throwing his head back. “i’m- i’m not good with emotions and feelings. this is going to sound pathetic, but the only thing i’ve truly loved besides my family was hockey. then you came along and changed that.”

tears started to swell in your eyes at his words. your body practically gives out as you slowly position yourself in the loveseat next to you.

you were seeing a whole other side to jack. he rarely ever opened up about his emotions like this. you were both confused as of what to do. the love related emotions being so foreign.

finally, he looks back down, locking eyes with you once again. the second he sees your watery eyes, the tears start to pour out of his. “i used all those other girls as distractions because i knew i couldn’t be with you. i knew i’d ruin you if we were together, and i couldn’t take it.” he admits through hiccuped breaths. “but i never would’ve thought that all of this would be hurting you just as bad.”

“oh, jack.” you coo, holding your hand out as a signal for him to join you on the small chair. “i wish you would’ve just told me this before.” he takes your hand, slowly placing himself next to you. your hand tangles with his hair as you pull him into your neck.

you both cry in the comfort of each others embrace. his arms wrapped around your torso, pulling you as close as possible. one of your hands massaging his scalp. while the other comfortingly rubbed up and down his back.

“i understand if you don’t forgive me. i promise i do.” he mumbles against your neck.

his words shoot a pang of hurt to your heart. “why would i not forgive you?” your voice was soft and soothing.

he says nothing in reply, not trying to make you forgive him out of pity. “jack, everyone has their ups and downs once in a while. what’s going to make our relationship strong is if we work through them together. i forgive you because you were trying to navigate your feels and ended up getting lost.”

“i love you so much,” he places soft kisses on the inside of your neck, “but we can’t be together. i’m only going to hurt you, and i don’t want that.”

“what’s hurting me more is that we aren’t together.” you retort. “let’s just try to make this work…please.” you plead.

“together?” he pulls away. his tear stained eyes meeting yours.

“together.” you reassure, kissing his lips gently.