[alwayshughes]

heartless au

summary: after a cheating scandal surrounding your boyfriend, now ex, braden schneider arises, you go looking for true love. who better to fall in love with, than your ex's most despised enemy, jack hughes.

pairing: jack hughes x marner!reader

tags

moodboards

blurb/prologue

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series

nights with you

part one

how reader & jack initially meet.

blurbs

busted, broken & bruised

jack and braden verse each other for the first time in a hockey game, causing strife.

[babydollmarauders]

OHMAMI — QUINN HUGHES

quinn hughes x fem!reader

summary: in which Quinn fucks his girlfriend in the backseat of his new car

warnings: NSFW!!, p in v (unprotected), semi-public sex, daddy kink, oral (f receiving), light choking, praise, dirty talk, dom!quinn, lots of use of the pet name “baby”, slight religious reference (?), pls let me know if i’m missing any.

notes: inspired by OHMAMI by Chase Atlantic. 4.6k words.

IMPORTANT: please look up Ferrari GTC4Lusso T interior if you need a better understanding of the car layout

“you’re sure about this?” i mindlessly wander the office of the luxury dealership, my fingertips running over any surface they can touch.

“why wouldn’t i be?” Quinn peers up at me from his spot in a chair, his iphone in his hands, mid-texting his younger brother.

“i don’t know, Q. it’s just a lot of money is all.” shrugging, i shuffle my feet back over to my boyfriend, where i let my hands rest on his shoulders as i stand behind him.

Quinn lets out a chuckle, pulling one of my hands in his and raising it to his lips to press a gentle kiss against my knuckles.

“i appreciate the financial concern, baby, but i think i’ll be okay.”

i sigh, moving around to sit on his lap. “okay.”

his arm spindles around my waist as he draws me back, my back flat against his chest. my fingers unconsciously draw shapes on his forearm, near the crook of his elbow, as he continues texting Jack about the big purchase he’s about to make.

i eye his phone, watching the blue and gray bubbles pop up back and forth and hoping we’ll be done here soon.

two hours of looking at cars, Quinn asking a multitude of questions to the salesman; half an hour of paperwork, and another half hour of waiting for said salesman to run Quinn’s name through the system, checking his credit score and whatever various other things needed to buy such a high-end car. i’ve been stuck at this dealership for three hours now, unplanned, as Quinn had pulled into the establishment after our spur-of-the-moment 3pm lunch date, claiming he just wanted to take a quick look at a couple of cars.

“Quinny,” i breathe out, letting my head fall backwards on his shoulder while his hand starts mindlessly rubbing up and down my thigh. “how much longer will we have to be here?”

“i don’t know, baby. hopefully not too much longer.” he locks his phone, setting it on his thigh and using his now free hand to caress my cheek, simultaneously turning my head to look into my eyes.

“is my girl tired?” he coos at the sight of my fluttering eyelids, leaning in to brush his lips lightly over mine.

“mhm” i hum, burrowing my face in his neck. his hand moves as i do, now resting on the back of my head, holding it in its position.

it’s at this moment that the salesman decides to make his re-entrance. “alright! everything checks out, looks good!”

i immediately attempt to pry myself from my boyfriend, but he holds me in place, clearly not bothered by the new company.

“i knew it would!” Quinn smiles back at the man, putting on his usual charm.

“now all we need is that down payment and you’ll be driving out of here in your very own Ferrari!” the salesman, i haven’t bothered to learn his name, chimes. “do you have a credit card you can give me?”

“yep,” Quinn taps my butt, signaling for me to lift it so he can grab his wallet from his pocket. i do so and he unpockets his wallet before pulling me back down on his lap. “here you go.”

the man takes Quinn’s card, taking a seat at his desk and punching the information from the card before handing it back.

“alright,” he grabs a few papers from the printer behind him, stapling them together and scribbling in a few places before sliding them towards my boyfriend. “just sign here, and here.”

Quinn leans forward and his left arm tightens around my waist to keep me situated on his lap, taking the pen in his right hand and autographing his signature twice.

“congratulations!” the salesman grins, handing the new keys to Quinn and shaking his hand.

“thanks, man.” Quinn smiles crookedly, rising from the chair and bringing me up with him.

we follow behind the salesman, back out to the Ferrari that Quinn just bought; which is now parked next to Jack’s Range Rover, in which we drove here.

i take Jack’s keys from Quinn with a sigh. knowing i’m now responsible for getting such an expensive car back to the lake house is a frightening task that i didn’t expect to be doing today, but one i’m now stuck with nonetheless.

“i’ll see you back at the house, yeah?” Quinn smiles. his hand grips my waist, pulling my lower half into his as he lowers his lips onto mine in a breathless kiss.

“yeah, wish me luck. if i get even a scratch on this car, Jack will have my head on a stick.” i gnaw at my lower lip in anxiety, but his free hand comes up to my chin, his thumb pulling my lip free from my teeth.

“nah, he loves you too much. he’d have my head on a stick.” he laughs, before lightly nudging me back towards the car.

“that’s even worse!” i tease. “how am i supposed to explain to the Canucks that their star defenseman is dead because i scratched his brothers car?”

“eh, you’re smart,” he winks, rounding the Ferrari. “you’ll think of something.”

we climb into the respective cars, and Quinn is gracious enough to wait while i adjust the seat to my height before he begins leading the way to the lake house.

the drive is smooth, and when we arrive at the house, Quinn opens my door as i return the seat adjustments back to the way Jack had them.

“see?” he grins, leaning over my body to unbuckle my seatbelt for me. “the car is all good.”

“it better be. that car is my baby.” Jack pipes up from behind him, making Quinn roll his eyes. “if anything were to happen-”

“yeah, yeah.” he cuts him off. “if anything were to happen to it, you would’ve killed her.”

i feign a gasp, jokingly smacking his arm.

“you said he would kill you.” i say in mock shock.

Quinn shrugs. “i was trying to calm your nerves.”

i playfully push him away, hopping out of the car to face Jack, who’s now too busy ogling the Ferrari to pay any attention to his own vehicle.

“i’m gonna go see if your mom needs any help with dinner.” i announce, already stepping towards the house. “have fun showing off your new toy, babe!”

i pass by a horde of guys on my way into the house, bumping hips with Cole, who ends up giggling.

“going to see the new thing?” i ask, and Trevor stops dead in his tracks.

“that thing is a 2022 Ferrari GTC4Lusso.” Trevor explains, as if i understand a single thing he’s just said.

“sure. whatever it is, it cost a lot.” i shrug, carrying on into the house. “enjoy.”

i join Ellen in the kitchen, making myself busy by tossing together the salad ingredients she has on the counter.

we make small talk as we cook, letting the men have their fun gawking at the new car, and enjoying the silence that comes with it.

“do you wanna go tell them dinner is ready?” she more so tells me to do, and i fake a pout.

“do i have to? it’s so peaceful. we could easily just slip out back and eat dinner by the lake without them ever even noticing.” i wiggle my eyebrows enticingly and she laughs, shooing me off towards the front door.

“i had to try.” i giggle out, opening the front door to the gaggle of men. “boys! dinner’s ready!”

they all make their way up the porch and i stand idly by, waiting for my own man to enter the house. finally, he appears at the very back of the group, smirking as he wraps an arm around my waist, walking me to the dining room.

“i was thinking after dinner, you and i could go for a drive. just us.” he pecks a kiss to my cheek as we sit at the table, and i nod.

“sure, sounds nice.” his hand rests on my thigh now, partly covered by my sundress, and i squirm a little at his touch on my bare skin.

it’s been at least three weeks since Quinn and i have been able to do anything past PG-13, him not wanting to risk it while his parents are here, and i’m starting to feel restless.

the smallest touches from him have been causing me to get slick with need, and i squeeze my thighs together to provide myself some friction, but it never helps. like now.

i know Quinn has caught on because his grip tightens just the slightest bit, his thumb beginning to stroke my skin.

“you okay, baby?” he’s teasing me, asking his question in such a sweet tone that anyone else at the dinner table would think he’s just checking in on his girlfriend, but he and i know that isn’t the case.

“mhm” i hum, attempting to ignore his touch as i fill my plate and his.

“now y/n, Quinn is a grown man with two hands; he can make his own plate, honey.” Ellen jests, poking a dig at her eldest son.

“acts of service is her love language, ma.” Quinn pokes back before pressing another chaste kiss to my cheek, muttering his thank you as we begin to eat.

the table is filled with a generous amount of chatting as we eat; Jack telling a story about something that happened in Jersey, Luke telling everyone about how Luca Fantilli got his head stuck in stair banisters… twice, Trevor going on a long-winded rant about a missed goal; but Quinn and i are mostly silent. Quinn because he’s just almost been more of the listen rather than talk type, and me because i don’t trust my voice while my boyfriend is currently inching his hand up the bottom of my dress.

someone seems to catch onto my lack of interest though, because Alex eyes me curiously from his spot in front of me, and then chooses to speak up.

“you’re quiet tonight, y/n.” his statement draws the attention of the rest of the group, their eyes gravitating towards me.

“just tired.” i fib, my voice tight as Quinn’s hand slowly slides towards my inner thigh, now just far enough away that if he spreads his fingers, his pinky will graze against my wet panties. “who knew three hours at a car dealership could be so draining.”

Cole laughs, obviously buying my lie, which causes the rest of the table to chuckle.

“oh yeah, honey. buying a car will do that.” Ellen sympathizes. “the long process sucks the life right out of you.”

the chatter carries on around me and i return to my silence. dinner has long since been finished, and Luke proposes making s’mores for dessert, so Quinn takes that as our chance to escape.

“you guys go ahead,” he starts. his warm touch disappears from my skin as he rises from his chair. “y/n and i are gonna go for a drive. i wanna show her why this purchase was worth it.”

he holds his hand out for mine and i falter, looking between Ellen and him.

“i usually help your mom with the dishes.” i remind him, gesturing towards the table full of plates.

“oh don’t worry about it,” Ellen chimes. “Jack can help me.”

“i- what?” Jack sputters, finally looking away from the phone screen he’s been engrossed in for the past few minutes. “what about me? i was checking the Yankees score.”

Quinn rolls his eyes at his younger brother, shaking his head as he grasps my hand, pulling me up from my seat and leading me through the house.

“we’ll be back in a little bit!” he calls out as we exit through the front door.

climbing into the car, i can feel the excitement radiating off of him.

“okay, i know i’m not a car person, but what is a drive in it supposed to show me?” i ask as he starts the engine. his hand gravitates to the back of my headrest as he reverses out of the driveway, his eyes flicking between the backup camera and the back window of the car.

it should be illegal to be this hot while reversing a car.

fuck, y/n. focus.

“you’ll understand once you ride it.”

i scan his body, my eyes lingering in one specific place.

i can think of something i’d like to ride.

shit, y/n. think with your brain, not your hormones.

“okay.” i drag out, leaning back in the seat and relaxing as he drives down the street.

the car is quiet besides the soft hum of the radio, tuned into a random pop hits station that i know Quinn turned on just for me.

his left hand sits on the steering wheel, while his right reaches over to lay upon my thigh, causing my thoughts to run wild. fantasies and memories of us tangled in the sheets, his hand on my throat as he hovers above me, or better yet; his hand in between my legs, his fingers working me toward my orgasm.

i can feel my skin get red and hot, as i imagine all the ways i would be with him if we weren’t stuck in a house full of people.

… but we’re not there now.

Quinn exits onto the highway, the car speeding up as he does so, and i glance toward the back seat.

it’s small, but we could make it work.

my hand snakes up to sit on top of his and his eyes flicker towards me, a soft smile resting on his lips at the sweet gesture. and i let him believe that for a few minutes before i’m pulling his hand up my thigh, closer towards my soaking core.

“baby-” he breathes out, his words failing him when he finally feels how wet i am.

“we’re all alone.” i state, my head lolling back against the seat as his fingers start stroking me through my panties like they have a mind of their own.

“baby, i’m driving.” his voice is strained, a vein popping out on his neck as he clenches his jaw.

my hand leaves his, instead reaching over to palm him through his jeans, in which his left hand leaves the wheel to lightly swat mine away.

“i can’t drive if you do that.”

i huff but it blends into a moan as his thumb begins to circle my clit.

“so, pull over.” i suggest, ready for something more.

he’s hesitant, i can tell, so i pull out the secret weapon.

“please, daddy.” i whimper, reaching over to palm his now hard cock once more.

“fuck.” he curses, switching lanes to get off on the next exit.

he quickly finds a mostly abandoned lookout, only one other car parked on the other side of the lot, and switches into park.

his eyes are cloudy with need as he turns to look at me, his fingers still working themselves on my bundle of nerves. my breaths come out in heavy pants that mingle with moans.

“faster.” i plead, but rather than obeying my lust-hazed command, he pulls his hand away completely. i mewl at the loss of touch, but his hand winds up to the base of my neck, his grasp just light enough to remind me who’s in charge, but not tight enough to do any harm to my air supply.

“you don’t call the shots here, darling.” he whispers before pulling me by his grip into a bruising kiss.

his tongue brushes against mine and his teeth bite down on my lower lip, making me whimper. when he pulls away, i can just barely make out his features within the darkness of the Ferrari.

“get in the back.” he orders and i scramble to unbuckle my seatbelt, climbing over the center console and into the divided backseat.

rather than joining me by climbing back, Quinn exits the car, rounding the front and opening the passenger side door. he pulls the passenger seat forward, climbing in on his knees and shutting the door, the seat still pulled as far forward as it’ll go.

his arms hook around my legs, pulling me forward so that i’m slumped in the seat, my ass sitting on the edge. he looks up at me with dark eyes, placing my legs over his shoulders as he leans forward.

his hands glide up my legs, bunching my sundress up to my waist. his tongue licks a stripe over my clothed cunt and i shudder, my left hand attempting to grip at the leather of the backseat center console, as my right finds itself tangled in his hair.

he pulls away, despite my attempts to hold him in place, and his fingertips play with the waistband of my lacy yellow panties.

“beg me.” he insists, teasing me by hooking his fingers in the sides of my underwear, but not making any further moves.

“please, Quinn.” i plead, and he pulls one snaps away from my skin then lets it snap back into place, causing me to jolt.

“uh-uh.” he shakes his head, backing away just slightly.

“please, daddy, please.” i cry out, attempting to pull him in again. “i’ll be good, i promise.”

“yeah?” Quinn taunts, slowly pulling my panties down my legs as i lift myself just barely from the seat. he knocks my legs from his shoulders, pulling the under garment off and throwing it in the front seat.

“mhm.” i nod my head wildly, my brows raising as i do so. “i’ll be so good. just please, please, do something.”

Quinn wastes no more time, pushing one of my legs up to hook over the backseat center console as the other hooks over his shoulder. he dives down, licking up my heat like a man starved.

his tongue circles my clit and my head drops back, but he provides a swift smack to my thigh to remind me to look at him. one of his rules.

i bite my lip to try and muffle my cries of pleasure, his hand rising to pull the top of my dress down just enough for my breasts to pop out. he grips one, harshly squeezing before hime pinches at my nipple.

my jaw drops open, a breathy moan escaping my lips as my back attempts to arch in the small space.

“fuck!” i cry out, tugging at his hair. “yes, daddy!”

he shifts between sucking on clit to licking in my cunt, fucking me with his tongue. my hips stutter and he holds my leg open as it tries to unhook itself from the console in order to close on his head.

i tug again at his hair, pushing his head further into me, and he moans, the vibrations flowing straight into my core. i cry out again, the familiar knot in my stomach slowly building the longer he continues.

“please!” i whine. “please, make me come!”

Quinn’s dips down to show more love to my pussy, and his nose brushes against my clit, my hips immediately beginning to grind against him. my legs begin to shake and i can feel myself getting closer and closer to release.

“right there! don’t stop!”

i’m sure anyone outside the car can probably hear my screams, but it doesn’t deter me. too busy chasing my high to care what anyone else may think.

of course, Quinn doesn’t listen, knowing my body well enough to know exactly what will set me off. my lips close around my clit, sucking and flicking his tongue, and it only takes a few moments for me to reach the edge.

“i’m gonna come! fuck, i’m gonna come!” i warn him but he only pushes deeper, flicking his tongue faster against the button of nerves, and i let out a guttural moan as i finally let go, coming on his face. he laps at my release, riding me through my orgasm, only stopping once i begin to twitch at the feeling.

“now you see why i won’t do anything at the house?” he teases, smirking as he wipes at the juices on his chin with the back of his hoodie sleeve. “you’re so vocal. i love it, but i don’t want anyone else hearing your sounds. they’re just for me.”

my hand hook around the nape of his neck and i pull him up to my face, pressing my lips against his. he moans into the kiss and i can taste myself on his lips; slightly sweet, slightly salty, and it turns me on; pushing me towards another round.

i release him from my grasp, lightly shooing him backwards and fiddling with the button on his pants.

“i want you to fuck me.” i breathe out, pulling his zipper down.

“oh yeah?” his smirk grows, clearly not expecting any more than we just did.

“yes, please.” i nod, pulling his pants down, his erection popping free and slapping against his clothed torso. “please fuck me, daddy.”

i maneuver myself onto my knees, slowly bending myself over the center console, allowing my right leg to straighten some, my foot dropping down to the floor of the car as the other leg stays bent on the backseat; allowing him a full view of my glistening pussy.

“since you asked so nicely, baby.” Quinn joins me on the seat, knelt behind me at a slightly awkward angle as he pulls his pants down some more.

i bite back a giddy smile, waiting impatiently for him to fill me up, and i’m not disappointed when i look back to find him grasping his cock. he runs it through my folds a few times, lubing himself up with my release, and i arch my back to better accommodate him.

my eyes roll back, a moan bubbling up my throat as he pushes his tip into my entrance, thrusting in just slightly before pulling back and repeating.

“daddy, please.” i whine, still frustratingly horny and awaiting his full size.

it doesn’t take any more begging than that, Quinn suddenly bottoming out inside me.

“fuck, baby, you feel so good.” he groans, but i’m too busy choking out my own cries to reply.

he begins thrusting slowly, and i nearly let out a sob of relief at the feeling.

“whadd’ya think?” he asks, his voice strained as he thrusts into me, fucking my hips into the leather of the center console. “how does my cock feel, fucking your greedy little pussy?”

“so good!” i exclaim, pushing back against him. my eyes squeeze shut as his hand wraps around my throat, the other gripping my hip. “feels so good!”

“love watching your ass bounce off me as i fuck you like this.” he groans and his dirty talk succeeds in making me clench around him, causing him to moan.

i peek back to find his head thrown back, his jaw slack and his eyes firmly shut for a moment before he looks back down, making eye contact with me.

he leans forward, his front pressing against my back as he kisses my lips, nipping at my lips before he pulls back and continues fucking into me at a faster rhythm.

my head drops forward, my hair curtaining my face, and i let out a cry of pleasure as he begins rubbing my clit.

my back arches again, and i whimper when his hand leaves my throat in order to smooth down my spine, pushing my back down further.

“taking me so well.” he praises, thrusting harder than before, and i can feel the knot that had just come undone, tangling back together. “such a good girl for me.”

”only for you, daddy.” he continues his assault on my clit and the sensation mixed with the fullness of him pushing into me makes my legs begin to shake once more.

i can feel his dick pulsating, and his strokes become sloppier, assuring me that he’s close. i clench around him, my eyes rolling back and stars dancing in my vision.

“oh god, i’m coming!” i announce.

Quinn grips my hip tight, “god isn’t in this car, baby.”

my hips begin to falter in their movements, my body locking up and my breath catching in my throat as i come for the second time tonight.

my orgasm spurs on his; his hips stuttering and his breathing falling heavy, a grunt escaping his lips as he finishes inside of me.

his thrusts stop, the car falling silent except our heavy pants as we catch our breath. the windows are fogged, the scent of sex lingering around us.

Quinn pulls out of me and i slump against the center console, listening to him pull his pants back up. he pulls my sundress back down to cover my ass before he sits, gripping my hips and pulling name back and onto his lap, my back now pressed against the side of the car.

my head lolls sideways onto his shoulder, my eyes closed, and he chuckles, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. caressing my cheek, he pecks a soft kiss onto my nose and the corners of my lips twitch up in a smile.

“worth the wait?” he questions and my eyelids flutter open. i nod, craning my neck to kiss his cheek, and he smiles.

“my girl needs some sleep, huh?” he asks, and i nod again, but make no moves to get up. “let’s get you home.”

my limbs feel like jello as i climb out of the car, letting him out before i push the passenger seat back and sit back down, buckling up. Quinn rounds the car, climbing into the drivers side and starting the engine once more.

but before beginning to drive, he reaches down and pulls my panties out from under his thigh. laughing, he hands them back to me, and i giggle as i pull them back on.

the ride home is mostly quiet, my head resting against the cool glass window and our hands laced together, with his right one back in its place on the steering wheel.

“well,” i start as we pull into the driveway, my voice hoarse from my earlier cries. “we christened the car.”

Quinn lets out a hearty laugh, letting go of my hand to put the far in park and turn off the engine.

he jumps out of the car as i unbuckle, making his way around to my door and letting me out.

“what do you think the odds are that they’ll be asleep?” he grins as i pretend to ponder his question.

“your parents? one hundred percent. everyone else? maybe twenty percent.” i joke and he shrugs.

“i’ll take those odds.” we make our way up the porch and he unlocks the door, attempting to stay quiet in order to sneak past any stray boys still in the open space of the house.

but luck is officially not in our side as we open the front door to the living room full of his brothers and their friends on the couch playing video games.

Quinn quietly curses as heads turn to look at us, and Trevor is the first to put together our long drive and our disheveled appearances. he busts out in laughter, pointing between my boyfriend and i.

“oh you guys fucked.” he cackles, wheezing in amusement.

Jack and Luke’s noses scrunch for a moment before they too join in on the laughter, but luckily Alex and Cole just shake their heads at their friends.

“you guys are so immature.” Quinn scoffs, lacing his hand in mine as we head toward the stairs, up to our bedroom.

“in the new car, guys? seriously?” Jack calls out, and his older brother rolls his eyes, continuing up the stairs.

“goodnight!”

[alwayshughes]

this was insanely good!! i loved every part of it <3

[starsandhughes-deactivated20240]

THESE THREE ARE EVERYTHING TO ME

[uluvjay]

Fav bromance

[alwayshughes]

lose you to love me | jack hughes

summary: in which y/n finds love in an unexpected, budding romance shortly after her boyfriend of four years, jack hughes, cheats on her.

pairing: jack hughes x singer!reader, matt barzal x singer!reader

notes: i'm so sorry for how inactive i've been lately! this one has been sitting in my drafts for a while now and i've found myself constantly changing certain things that i fear it will never be posted if i keep reading over it! in saying that, i feel that this isn't my best work, (especially the article/tabloid insert), however i still hope you enjoy reading! <3

request: yes/no

*note this takes place in 2021

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"it's best to forget what you feel and remember what you deserve."

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you feel bile rise in the back of your throat.

it was meant to be a surprise, it was meant to be harmless. ironically however, the only person being met with a surprise was you.

"are you fucking serious?"

jack was standing there before you, his hair slightly tousled, unkempt, and his hand intertwined with a girl who was trailing closely behind him. you feel your heart sink deep into the pit of your stomach, shattering.

his neck was marked, lined with purple bruises and you feel your lungs deflate, quickly losing air as you make sense of the scene before you.

you hadn't seen jack for three months, there was no way they were yours.

this had to be some twisted, sick joke. right?

however the looks on the faces of those around you, your close friends, those who you trusted in this world more than anything, only confirmed your worst nightmare.

how could he?

how could they know and not say anything to you?

the air felt heavy as you find yourself quickly consumed by a deafening silence. there was a clear weight in the room, one none of you wanted to acknowledge.

jack makes his way down the final stair, dropping the blonde's hand immediately as his eyes meet yours. it felt as though he was moving in slow motion, as if every step taken closer towards you only made the reality of the situation more apparent, more real.

you don't even care to spare a glance at the girl who now stood behind him, leant up against the staircase. you could only assume that she wasn't wearing a look of guilt, otherwise she never would have slept with him. 

it wasn't as though your relationship with jack was private, after all. it had been plastered across tabloids and articles the very moment you were spotted out for lunch with him.

after realising the two of you had been close friends growing up prior to dating, many had fallen in love with your love story. to many fans, the fact that jack had failed to settle down with anyone else except you, only further stole their hearts, increasing their admiration for your relationship.

it was you and jack against anything and everything, that was how things were meant to be, always.

except now.

a light tug on your wrist is enough to draw you away from your thoughts, and when your gaze lands on jack's hand an overwhelming amount of anger washes over you.

"don't you dare fucking touch me" you spit out.

he immediately let's go, taken aback by the harshness of your tone and he winces slightly, clearly apprehensive. after all, you rarely ever swore.

"y/n please. can we talk?"

a scoff callously slips from your mouth. "i think it's a bit late for talking now, jack".

he bites the inside of his cheek, being left completely speechless as he cringes at the use of his full name. you take the brief moment of silence to meet the gaze of quinn.

his eyes softened immediately as they caught yours, his gaze gentle as he sent you a small, tight-lipped smile. if apologising was a look, it was the one currently worn by him.

the anger which you previously felt wholly begun to dissipate as realisation set in, and a sudden surge of sadness flourished from within you.

you weren't just losing jack, you were losing his family too.

your gaze meets jack's once more. his usual crystalline blue eyes were now much paler, weaker.

"i can't believe this".

you feel your throat become dry as you fight to withhold your tears. everything you had built your relationship on, trust, loyalty and communication, was all a lie.

you were hurting for yourself, but mostly for the loss of someone you thought you knew.

your voice softens. "we were friends before any of this jack". you pause, taking a deep breath in. "why--how could you throw that all away?"

your question is met with silence and you can't help but feel another tug on your heart.

he couldn't even explain himself, he hadn't even apologised.

"right. i need to go".

turning away from him you race down the hallway, your pace quickening as you near the front door, wanting nothing more than to be out of the house, out of the presence of the one person you loved dearly.

loved. past tense, but was it?

could you still love someone who had betrayed you?

"y/n?"

you could recognise that sweet, soothing voice anywhere.

ellen.

you come to an abrupt stop, and quickly wipe the stray tear that had managed to escape from your cheek. her hands were filled with bags of groceries and the gentle smile she wore on her features was a clear tell-tale that she was completely oblivious to jack's rendezvous.

normally you would offer to take the bags of groceries in, even going as far as putting them away in the pantry, however you couldn't bare the thought of walking back into the living room and seeing jack, so instead, you settle for a small smile.

"hi ellen, how have you been?"

she immediately abandons the bags of groceries, placing them to the ground before enveloping you in one of her signature hugs.

"oh don't be a stranger y/n, come here!"

you feel your ragged breaths naturally ease, slowing down as she lightly pats your back, gently rocking the both of you back and forth.

"how are you honey? we've missed you! how come you're heading out the door, you should stay for dinner!"

you freeze, unsure of how to respond.

"ah i was just stopping by quickly for a visit. i've got a pretty hectic upcoming schedule so i wanted to see you all briefly before i'm off again".

ellen's eyes soften at your statement, and she casts you a warm, sympathetic look. she was there for you when you had suddenly found yourself on the rise to fame, always offering a helping hand. it was no surprise that she had become like a mother-figure to you.

she leans in closer towards you and places her hand on your arm in comfort.

"please don't forget to take care of yourself y/n, make sure they don't run you down too much hm?"

you simply nod your head in response, trying your hardest not to break down as you come to the realisation that you may no longer have her constant support and care.

"are you sure i can't bribe you to stay for dinner with my lasagna?"

she quirks her eyebrows up at you, hope etched clearly on her features and you manage to stifle a small laugh in response.

she knew that was your favourite dish.

"i think she wants to get on the road early mom".

confused by the sudden voice you turn around and to your relief you're met with the eldest hughes. the light rattle of his car keys sound, drawing your attention towards his hand and you send him a questioning gaze.

he continues walking over towards you before coming to a stop. his voice softens, clearly cautious about the whole situation.

"i figured i would drive you back, maybe stop at daisies on the way home?"

your heart warms at quinn's suggestion. it was your favourite waffle house, a place you had all gone various times over each of the summers.

"i would love to, thanks huggy."

he nods and sends you a small smile before pulling you gently into a warm embrace, his arms enveloping your frame. you feel yourself naturally relax under his touch, and your heart warms in admiration at the fact that quinn would hold you for as long as needed, only pulling away had you done so first.

"what was that for?"

"well you always used to hug me when i was upset, remember?"

a small smile tugs at your lips. "ah yes, amber", you tease and quinn gently nudges your arm before the both of you erupt into a brief fit of laughter.

"and for my ass of a brother, seriously."

you feel your heart stop at the mention of jack.

you clear your throat, nerves growing in the pit of your stomach as you build up the courage to ask him the one question that had been plaguing your mind since walking into the house.

"did you know?"

quinn's eyebrows furrow and he places his hands on either sides of your arms.

"of course not y/n. i'm not sure about trev but luke and i definitely didn't. we had just come home from being on the boat all day, we were just as shocked as you."

you simply nod your head in response. he sighs before placing his hands on either sides of your shoulders, walking behind you as he leads you to his car.

as you sit in the passenger seat, waiting for quinn to help ellen with the shopping, a million thoughts and questions plague your mind.

how long had this been going on for?

was it just that one girl?

how long had he been lying to you for?

you feel your eyes brim with tears as your shoulders begin to shake uncontrollably. despite the often erratic and crazy nature of your life, you always had him. he was your life boat, the one part of stability, the constant in your life.

but now, he was all gone.

-

three months later

your hair straightener cards through your hair for what feels like the millionth time this afternoon, and you can't help but notice the medium-sized blemish that had suddenly appeared on your chin this morning.

great, perfect timing. 

you had tried everything in your power to rid your body of the nerves, however they only continued to grow with every passing hour.

sure, you had been to various red carpet events, galas and even awards shows, yet nothing could quite prepare you for this.

a blind date. or as emma would call it, 'two mutual friends simply catching up, and enjoying each other's company for dinner'.

three months had passed since you had caught jack cheating, and yet you still hadn't been able to fill the void that he had left, unfortunately.

after much convincing from one of your best friend's, you eventually agreed to a date with a close friend of her partner's. she however, had forgotten to mention the very minor, yet significant detail that he was in fact a teammate of anthony's, and thus played hockey.

an hour later

"i take it you're y/n?"

you nod before sending the tall brunette before you a warm smile.

"and you're matt? i'm guessing anthony set you up to this."

matt stands from his seat and a small, friendly smile plants itself onto his features as he nods. you can't help but notice the small glint in his eyes, a hint of mischief as he makes his way over towards where you stood.

"so you're the one to blame for this?"

if you had known any better matt was simply just teasing, however the very fact that he was still a complete stranger had left you startled on how to respond.

"oh gosh, no!"

you settle for denying his claims, finding yourself become more defensive as you watch him raise his eyebrows at you in question.

a wave of relief washes over you however in a matter of a few seconds as his lips curve upwards slightly into a small smirk. you're quick to realise he was only poking fun at you.

great, now you just looked as though you couldn't take a joke.

"i guess emma took things into her own hands after i mentioned i was feeling a bit lost following a recent breakup of mine", you explain, hoping to provide some sense of reasoning as to why the both of you had been set up on this date.

matt simply nods his head in understanding.

"but i'm assuming that's not the sole reason you're here?"

he clears his throat, thinking back to the conversation shared between him and anthony a few days prior. "tito claimed that i needed to create a proper life for myself, one that didn't revolve entirely around hockey."

you crack a small smile, "doesn't his?"

matt tucks his hands into the pockets of his pants before letting out a small laugh. "that's exactly what i said".

he moves closer towards you, and the afternoon sun casts a warm glow across his features. you could see him much better now, it was no secret that he was extremely good looking.

"emma dropped you here i'm guessing?"

your eyebrows furrow with confusion as you mull over his words.

how did he know?

catching on to your obvious confusion he nods his head in the direction of the carpark behind you. "she's still watching us".

immediately feeling embarrassed you look to the floor before nervously fiddling with your fingers. shamelessly you nod your head, and your cheeks flush a deep shade of crimson red.

"i didn't ask her to i promise, she just is very insistent and--".

"y/n."

you look up to meet his gaze and any feeling of embarrassment is quickly lost as he sends you a gentle, reassuring smile.

"it's fine, really. let's just give them both the satisfaction, shall we? plus, i don't think you can be much of bad company, especially if you're a friend of em's."

you stifle a small laugh and send him a soft smile in agreement. he leads you back to the reserved table, taking a seat after he pulls your chair out for you.

your eyes are immediately drawn to the glass of wine in his hand, and you find yourself watching closely as he swirls the near clear liquid around. you can't help but feel feel slightly guilty for keeping him waiting, and pray that this was only his first glass.

"so you play hockey?"

you mentally curse yourself for posing the question. obviously he did, he had just told you his whole life revolved around it. the amused smile that graces matt's lips is enough to confirm that your question was mediocre, at best.

"yeah i was drafted in 2015 and have played for the islanders ever since."

"are you enjoying it?"

he places his glass of wine down, and you can't help but grow slightly flustered under his gaze.

"i definitely don't hate it. it's something i've grown up loving, and that love never dies down, but it certainly has it's ups and downs, like anything."

you simply nod your head in response as matt clears his throat, gently wiping his mouth free from any remnants of wine with a napkin.

"i take it that you're not much of a hockey fan?"

you're caught off guard by his question and your breath catches in your throat.

"no--i uh wouldn't say that it's just--".

a smirk tugs at his lips as he interrupts you. "your scrunched nose says otherwise, y/n."

you can't help but stifle a small laugh. you thought you were doing pretty well at masking your obvious disinterest towards hockey. not the sport itself, rather the people that were involved with it, excluding matt of course, however it appeared that he was much more observant than he liked to let on.

matt's eyes carefully trace over your features as he attempts to read you, and the sight is enough to make your knees go weak.

he continues. "believe me i don't blame you, i'm not much of a fan of myself either."

you nearly choke on your water. "you're not?"

he laughs, a hearty chuckle that causes your heart to race. "you sound surprised."

"you just don't come across many hockey players that hate themselves, that's all."

he nods his head to agree with you before elaborating. "the person the media sometimes portray me to be is very different to the way i am, to the way friends know me, you know?"

you're almost in complete shock. you felt exactly the same, it was something you had battled with for most of your career, something jack was never able to understand.

"well matt, you can't be any worse than the hockey players i do know", you admit vaguely, not caring to go into too much detail.

"jack. right?"

your heart sinks slightly at the mention of his name and you clear your throat to respond.

"yeah, we were together for a few years, and close friends beforehand so it definitely wasn't too easy on the heart. how did you know?"

he sighs and you can tell by the way he struggles to make eye contact with you that he feels guilty for mentioning him. "tito briefly gave me the run down on what happened. if it means anything, actually meeting you makes me realise just how much he fucked up."

his gaze meets yours and you feel your heart warm slightly at his words.

maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

he clears his throat. "but what's the rule of a first date? no talk of exes?"

"something like that" you chime, laughing.

matt smiles. "good. let's move on then."

he was good, only a little more than a stranger and yet he was able to read you so easily. he picks up the drinks menu, changing the course of the conversation.

"which of these do you prefer?"

your head snaps towards him, "what-i mean, i'm sorry?"

he chuckles, watching as you aimlessly fiddle with your fingers, it was clear to him that you were still nervous.

"the wines". he started, pointing his finger down towards the menu, signalling at the wine list.

"which one would you prefer to drink, y/n?"

you bite the inside of your cheek nervously. first dates really weren't your thing, much to the surprise of many, and your palate was most definitely not as sophisticated as matt's.

you clear your throat, "would it be weird for me to admit that i don't drink wine?" you say sheepishly, averting your gaze onto the table behind matt in an attempt to avoid eye contact with him.

matt meets your gaze with a smile. "not weird at all. would you like a soda instead, or water?"

"water would be great, thank you".

he nods his head before raising his hand and calling over the waiter, ordering the both of you drinks.

-

you open your phone to a message from trevor.

matt barzal? call me when you can.

confusion is quickly overturned when trevor sends you a link. you're immediately pulling up the website, your fingers absentmindedly scrolling through the various photos taken of you and matt at dinner.

shit. the last thing you wanted to do was drag matt into the very thing which seemingly drove jack away from you.

-

-

trevor's contact immediately appears before you on your phone screen and not even a second passes before you're clicking accept.

"matt barzal, y/n? how did you guys even--since when did you two even know each other?"

trevor continues to ramble, listing off all of the questions that were undoubtedly flooding his mind.

"trev."

he immediately stops talking, pausing to listen to you.

"it was just dinner, with a mutual friend. that's all."

sure it wasn't the complete truth. you had failed to mention that it was a blind date, and that the both of you had exchanged numbers in hopes of a second dinner, but that information wasn't relevant to trevor, and it most certainly wasn't relevant to jack.

"what did you really call me for trev? i don't see what the issue is."

he lets out a heavy sigh, and the line goes completely silent for a few seconds. he had never been this reluctant to say something to you before.

his voice softens, yet a sense of urgency still remains laced within it. "i care about you y/n, and i care about jack. i'm worried about what he's going to do--how he's going to react when--if he finds out".

"so jack hasn't seen them?"

"i wouldn't imagine so, he's been keeping off of social media, only really using his phone for messages."

"okay."

trevor clicks his tongue, and the line goes silent once more as he undoubtedly mulls over whether he should speak the truth about why he had called you.

"i know this is the last thing you want to hear but, he really misses you y/n."

a deafening silence hangs over the two of you. so this is why he had really called, he wanted to try convince you to take jack back. you sigh and the familiar, unsettling feeling begins to rise in your stomach once more.

"you know i miss him too trev."

your voice comes out shaky and you bite your lip in an attempt to refrain yourself from breaking out into tears.

"then please, just talk to him. you don't have to forgive him, but at least hear him out."

you wished it could be that simple, that easy, yet it wasn't.

"he's ruined everything we had trev, everything we worked for. i can't just let him back in, forget everything he did, how he made me feel."

"i know y/n, i know."

"no you don't!" you spit back, your tone harsh and laced with slight aggression.

the line goes silent and you immediately begin to feel guilty for snapping at him. after all, it wasn't his fault, he wasn't the one who cheated.

but he did let it happen.

"i'm sorry. i don't expect you to get it. you'll only ever truly understand the way i'm feeling if you were in my situation, which god i hope you never are. i wouldn't wish this pain on my worst enemy."

it was a sore sight to see, the redness in your eyes as they begun to brim with tears once more. you're thankful for this conversation occurring over the phone with him, rather than in person.

"all i'm saying is that he's lost a lot of my respect. we were friends before any of this, but apparently that held no value to him."

"i know, and believe me i know jack knows that too."

you sigh and stand from your bed before pacing back and forth in your bedroom.

"he hasn't even reached out since...everything."

"fuck...i know".

you hear trevor sigh, almost out of frustration. "i told him to reach out but he wanted to give you space, figured that the last thing you would want is to hear excuses from him."

you don't respond for a few seconds, taking the time to think for yourself.

"there's a few clothes of his left in my closet that i've only just found, i guess he could come over to pick them up and we can talk then."

"please. i know that would mean the most to him."

"trev?"

"yeah."

"just for closure though, nothing more."

you can tell he's thinking by the sudden silence of the line.

"yeah for sure y/n, thank you. just for closure."

-

"i uh-placed a pile of some more things i found of yours on my bed, but there may be some still in my closet if you want to double check".

jack sends you a tight-lipped smile followed by a nod as he makes his way further into your room.

you take a seat on the end of your bed and begin to nervously fiddle with your fingers as you attempt to distract yourself. you hadn't spoken since that day, and there was so much still left to say.

you glance at your phone screen, noticing a message just sent from matt.

just wanted to check in baby. how are things going? x

matt had offered to be with you when jack came over, however you insisted that you would be okay, and that this was something you needed to do by yourself. you hoped this would provide you with closure, and allow you to leave jack in the past so you would be able to focus on building your future with matt.

he eventually gave into your pleas, however made a promise to check in with you and to let him know if you needed anything.

you agreed, and invited him over for dinner following the visit from jack.

a lump grows in your throat as you watch jack stop on one specific item of clothing that was hanging in your closet. the familiar blue and embroidered '13' stares directly at you and you can only assume he has pieced it all together.

jack turns around to face you, his jaw clenched and his fists tensed.

"what the fuck is this?"

his hand rests on the bottom of matt's jersey as his eyes scan your features, searching for answers.

you let out an exasperated sigh, it was now or never. "i was going to talk to you about that jack. i wanted to tell you before you found out for yourself in the media."

he shakes his head and stifles a small laugh. "you've got to be kidding, you're fucking barzal now?"

his voice comes out seething with anger, his words laced with venom and you can't help but grow frustrated with him.

how dare he?

there was an obvious weight in the room, one neither of you wanted to address.

"he's my boyfriend, jack".

he scoffs, dropping the hem of the jersey before turning his body to fully face yours, crossing his arms over his chest. "i bet he loves being called that".

you almost feel like laughing at how ridiculous he was being, however you manage to maintain your composure, mostly.

"you have no right to come in here and ridicule me for who i'm dating! i have spent months and months trying to feel happy once more, trying to fill the void that you left!"

a deafening silence hangs over the room, consuming the both of you.

"he did it jack. matt picked up the goddamn pieces that you broke."

your words cut through him like a sharp knife, and although you felt slightly guilty for how harsh you were being, it was the truth. he needed to hear it.

your voice hangs low, barely louder than a whisper. "so don't you dare come in here and try to take that from me."

jack moves from your closet, making his way over towards you.

"you need to trust me y/n, he's-- he isn't good for you. please just don't pursue things with him".

jack's voice was pleading, desperation laced clearly in his tone.

"trust? you want me to trust you after you did the one thing you swore you would never do?!" you spit back and the familiar, unsettling feeling begins to rise in your stomach.

your voice softens, growing weak and you place your pointer on his chest accusingly. "you took the one thing i was afraid of, and spat it right back in my face".

silence consumes the two of you and you take the time to catch your breath, watching intently as jack mulls over your words.

"i never meant to hurt you y/n. it was just all becoming too much, my life was being put out there for all to see".

"that--that's such bullshit jack!"

he's taken aback by your outburst and he takes a step back.

"what happened to talking through things together? why couldn't you have just told me about how you were feeling. god, why couldn't you have just ended things? why did you have to go and dig the knife deeper!"

your eyes immediately begin to brim with tears, and your cries quickly turn into loud howls.

he had completely broken you.

feeling slightly frustrated that you had let yourself become so vulnerable with him, you begin to slap at his chest, punching his skin.

you weren't inflicting any pain, rather, your knuckles were growing weaker with every punch, with every release of anger. tears continue to spill from your eyes until your vision becomes entirely blurred. all of a sudden you feel your wrists being gently pulled and your hands are dragged away from his chest.

jack gently sits the two of you down, propping himself up against the wall as you sit in his lap. your ragged, heavy breathing contrasts with his and your head falls further into his chest as your shoulders shake, sobs leaving your mouth.

jack felt tears forming in his own eyes as he held you tighter. he pulls you closer into his chest, wrapping his arms around you for what may be one of the last times.

he was savouring the moment, and despite all of your pent up anger, confusion and hurt, you were too.

he held you for as long as you needed him to. soft cries escaping both of your lips as you clung to each other until your tears eventually begun to dry out, your throats hurting with every strain.

your arms were wrapped around his torso while he rubbed a hand up and down your back in comfort.

"i'm so so sorry, y/n/n" he breathes out. the familiar nickname only causes your heat to strain more, to ache deeper than was ever imaginable.

you had never experienced heartbreak that had left you feeling so lost, yet so comfortable before.

jack held you the first time you failed a test in high school, he held you during your first break up, he held you on your graduation, and now he was holding you after he had broken your heart.

"i hate myself", you mumble against his chest.

"how could you possibly hate yourself, y/n? you've done nothing wrong, i'm the fuck up."

"no--no matter how hard i try, i can't fucking hate you."

he gently tucks a limp piece of hair behind your ear, before kissing the crown of your head. sobs continue to wrack your body, escaping from your lips.

"i hate that i can't, and will never hate you jack, because if it was anybody else, i would."

"i'm so fucking sorry y/n", his voice croaks.

[alwayshughes]

How are you ? Just wanted to do a wellness check.

hi anon, thank you for checking in 🫶🫶

i'm okay! life has been relatively busy lately which unfortunately hasn't left me with as much writing time as i would have hoped. i promise i'm still slowly working through requests for you!!

i hope you're well! <3

[starsandhughes-deactivated20240]

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you did not receive my permission for this. you did not receive anyone else’s permission for this. credit or not, this is stealing MY work.

i wrote it, so any reads/notes of it should be done on MY page. this is not flattering, this is borderline stealing.

and if anyone else has ever done this, please take it down unless you have gotten explicit permission from the original author to post it.

we work hard on OUR stories, and they need to be shared on OUR terms. not yours. it doesn’t matter that the credit was given, we did not choose to post our works on there. we chose to post them on tumblr. they should stay there unless we, the writers, decide to post them on our own free will.

i’m only posted in the book once, but many others, including faithlynn, are in there multiple times and that is unacceptable.

please, take it down.

this message applies to anyone that has ever decided to do this.

these are other accounts who’s work has been stolen and posted to this wattpad book: @adorethedistance @eminems-skittles @zegras2crosby @bordysbae @theywantedplayer @drysdalesv @barzystreaks @hoesforthecanes @barzysunflower @islenucks @ilyasorokinn @huggybug @kailyn-writes @youunravelme @sebbyaho @generallybarzy @jackhues @three-headed-monster @savoies @astars-things @cobrakaisb @hischierdevils @lvrfulton @powermakar @bagopucks @alwayshughes

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[babydollmarauders]

hi! i was scouring wattpad tonight and found this book, which features work from the below writers on here!

i’m not sure about anyone else, but i was not consulted beforehand and i did not give permission for them to repost my work!

i figured the other writers may want to know because we all work hard on our stories and they deserve to be shared on our terms!

if this is your book, please take it down! these are not your fics to share and repost!

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[alwayshughes]

just wanted to tell you that i love your writing!<3

this is so sweet, i'm glad! thank you anon 🫶<3

[babydollmarauders]

I’M HAVING HEART PALPITATIONS

[alwayshughes]

OH MY GOD.

[alwayshughes]

Hello!! Hope you're doing great.. Could you please write dad!Quinn where he's sick (maybe a flu) and his child (5 or 6 years) with reader take care of him?? This is just a suggestion, you can write with another details

hi anon! i'm so so sorry this took me so long! i hope you enjoy, much love! <3

unwell

[alwayshughes]

unwell | quinn hughes

summary: in which you and your six year-old daughter belle, take care of quinn while he's sick.

pairing: dad!quinn x fem!reader

notes: this isn't my greatest piece of writing and i really apologise! nevertheless, i hope you enjoy & thank you for your patience anon! <3

-

the light pad of footsteps echo, drawing your attention away from the bowl of freshly made soup resting on the counter before you.

"momma?" the voice of your six year old daughter sounds, her lip quivering as she grabs your attention.

"yeah baby, what's wrong?"

squatting down to reach her height you gently place your hands on either sides of her waist. you watch as belle brings her hands to her mouth, and she begins to bite her nails, a nervous habit of hers.

"is dad okay? i tried to wake him but he--he wouldn't move".

she was visibly upset, her eyes beginning to brim with tears as she voiced her concerns about quinn to you. your fingers instinctively begin to gently trace circles on her arm in an attempt at providing some sense of comfort to her.

"yeah he's okay b, he's been feeling a bit unwell lately so he's resting".

despite trying to provide some reassurance to your daughter's concerns belle still appears to be worried, and you can't help but feel slightly guilty that she had inherited your overthinking, something which you had struggled with for years prior to quinn.

tucking a stray piece of hair behind belle's ear you send her a warm smile. "how about we go check on him together hm?"

she nods enthusiastically and holds her hand out for you to grab. obliging immediately you trail closely behind her, stifling a small laugh as she walks as slow and quiet as she can possibly muster, careful to not stir quinn awake from his much-needed sleep.

as you step into the wide expanse of your living room you notice your husband splayed out across the lounge, his legs draping over the edge as he lays comfortably on his back. a wave of ease overwhelms you as you watch his chest rise and fall, his breaths parting his lips in a slow and steady manner.

"see he's just sleeping b, he'll be awake in a few hours".

a small pout forms on your lips as you notice his flushed face, with beads of sweat lining his forehead. you gently tug the blanket from him, relieving his body from the overwhelming heat that must have undoubtedly amassed.

belle follows behind you in suit, shifting closer towards the lounge before leaning over quinn. she gently presses a kiss to his cheek and you can't help but smile at the sight as your heart warms.

she was most definitely quinn's daughter, just as loving and caring as he was.

"i know i always feel better when he kisses my cheek, so maybe it will make him feel better", she offers, a rose hue tinting her cheeks at the thought of making her father feel well once more.

you gently card your fingers through her hair. "i know it will baby, that's very sweet of you."

-

not ten minutes had passed before quinn's hoarse voice suddenly sounds behind you, his face almost as pale as the snow on a winter's morning.

"hey baby."

he manages to muster a small smile however you're able to tell from the way his eyes hang low, struggling to remain open that his body still craved rest.

"how long was--," quinn coughs, a crunchy, awful sound leaving his lips, "--i out for?"

"a few hours, three at most" you murmur, raking a limp curl away from his weathered face. you place a chaste kiss to his cheek and find yourself lingering there. you loved nothing more than taking care of him, however you did miss your healthy, present quinn too.

he had been sick for over a week now and although belle had been nothing short of amazing, helping you out by being on her best behaviour, you still needed quinn to keep the ship afloat. thankfully he seemed to be getting better, with his fever being gone for days.

"are you feeling any better?"

"i feel great" he replies, dropping a heavy arm around your back.

you take his face into both of your hands. quinn pulls back slightly, clearly still worried about being contagious, however you had come to figure that if he could pass it on you would have caught it by now, and you can't say you care too much when you steal a kiss from him.

quinn's thumb instinctively shifts to your face, gently caressing your cheek and you savour the feeling of his lips pressed against yours. he hums in delight as you begin to pull away and you can't help but smile.

you had missed kissing him, it was one of your favourite things to do.

you watch as he peels his eyes open and you make a mental note to bring him a hot towel, anything to soothe the soreness he undoubtedly was feeling.

you had never seen quinn fall so ill before. sure it was a given that the two of you would fall victim to a cold considering you had a six year old, however this sickness had left quinn completely bed-ridden, leaving him to be entirely dependent on you.

there were various times throughout the week where you had begun to grow really concerned, even phoning ellen occasionally just to double check you were doing the right things to help him with a speedy recovery.

quinn notices the sudden change in your demeanour as your smile falters, worry laced clearly on your features.

"i'm feeling way better y/n, please stop worrying."

you let out an exasperated sigh. he sounds like himself, despite the undertone of scratchiness laced in his voice.

"got a damn good personal nurse looking after me too" he continues, clearly attempting to lighten the mood, and a small smirk makes it's way onto his features as you crack a smile.

you playfully poke at his chest. "don't get too used to it, breakfast in bed can only last for so long."

quinn's mouth falls agape dramatically as he shakes his head in disagreement. his hands fall naturally to your waistline as he pulls you in towards him, his breath lightly fanning against your skin as he mumbles softly into your neck.

"we'll see about that".

he's quick to steal another kiss from you, only pulling away as the light echo of belle's footsteps sound.

"hey belle, how are you love?" he shifts so he can see her from behind you.

"did you have a good day at school? come and tell me".

"dad? you're awake!" she cheers, before hurrying over towards him. quinn bends down to reach her height before gently tugging her skirt out of her tights where she had accidentally tucked it in. he almost loses an arm as she collapses into his side and the sudden weight causes him to wince slightly, his face distorting.

"belle" you speak softly. "be careful baby, your dad's still feeling a bit sore".

quinn sends you a grateful look before wrapping his arms around her, pulling her into a warm embrace.

"didn't need my left arm anyways b hey", he teases causing your six year old to erupt into a fit of giggles.

you watch in adoration as her fingers trace over the wedding band on quinn's finger, and her eyes light up, completely enamoured with the piece of jewellery.

you can't help but feel your cheeks flush a deep shade of crimson red as her gaze shifts across to your ring finger, admiring the small, radiant diamond ring.

she's drawn back to the conversation however by the harsh sound of quinn's coughs, the noise breaking any realm of silence that had been granted to the three of you momentarily.

"of course you need your left arm dad. how--how else will you play hockey?"

he pulls a face as he pretends to debate her question before clearing his throat.

"i think i can manage with just one arm" he hums, sending you a wink.

belle shakes her head in disagreement and she brings her hands up to cover her mouth, clearly attempting to hide the small smirk that had made it's way onto her features.

"you don't think i could belle?"

she continues shaking her head. "i don't think you would be very good dad, at least not as good as uncle lu".

you can't help but laugh, and a hearty chuckle escapes quinn's lips too as he looks at belle slightly stunned.

she wasn't normally one to make such teasing comments.

"did you hear that?"

you nod your head in response however quickly turn your attention back on to belle, who now wore a wide, mischievous grin on her features.

quinn's hands shift to belle's sides as he begins to softly tickle her. "where is my daughter and what have you done with belle?"

[babydollmarauders]

FIGHT — JACK HUGHES

part of the el!hughes au

summary: y/n (lovie) and jack get into their biggest fight yet

warnings: fighting, mention of bad parents (lovie’s)

my head slumps on the back of the couch as Eleanor’s cries pierce my eardrums.

“El, baby, c’mon.” i groan out.

my recently turned one year old is sprawled out on the apartment floor, throwing a fit over something of which i have no idea.

i tried to pick her up, but she just kept pushing my hands away, screaming ‘mama! no! mama, no! no, mama!’

it’s been two weeks of this, and i have a sneaking suspicion that her constant sour mood has been all because of the particular absence of her favorite person. Jack.

it’s been two weeks of early wake-ups and late nights. two weeks of El having meltdowns if i mess up even one thing, like giving her cheetos in a bowl instead of her snack cup, or suggesting Moana instead of watching Lilo & Stitch for the billionth time, or reading her the wrong book at bed time. it’s been two weeks of sleep regression, no naps, and her throwing her food every chance she gets. two weeks of her screaming if i try and leave the room, but screaming if i try and pick her up as well. two weeks of bags under my eyes, messy buns because my hair is horribly greasy, and surviving purely on coffee.

i’m tired. my feet hurt because every time i sit, El screams at me. my head hurts from her screaming. and now my stomach cramps because i, of course, both started my period, and have not had a moment to eat all day. i’ve broken down in tears nearly every night once i finally get El to sleep, because i don’t know how much more of this i can take.

tears well up in my eyes at this very moment, and it takes everything in me to hold back my own screams. not necessarily directed at my daughter, but just in frustration. i can’t think clearly. it’s nearing midnight and i’ve tried everything to get her to sleep, but she just keeps fighting it.

i know she’s tired, just like i am. she’s been up since five in the morning, which means so have i.

“i give up.” i cry out, burying my face in my hands, weeping into them in frustration and exhaustion. “i get it, El. you want your father. i know. please, i know.”

El’s cries pause and i peek through my fingers to see her watching me with a tilted head, before she bursts back into tears.

i steel my spine, wiping my own tears, and strengthening myself. i rise from the couch, scooping my daughter up, despite her smacks to my chest and pulls on my now-falling-out bun, and shuffle towards her bedroom.

going for the last ditch effort, i grab the hidden pacifier in her top dresser drawer, and pop it into her mouth before turning on the white noise machine in the corner and placing her in her crib.

i gaze down at her, watching as she yawns, tears still slipping from her eyes. her eyelids flutter closed before she pries them back open and stares back at me.

“Eleanor Elizabeth Hughes, you have to sleep.” i scold in a whisper.

retreating from the room, closing the door and listening for her wails; i nearly cry in relief when nothing comes. nothing but silence and the sound of the white noise.

my feet pad across the wooden floors as i walk to the kitchen, keeping an ear out for El’s possible whines. too drained to make myself anything sustainable, i settle for a yogurt cup and a cheese stick. bringing my snacks with me into Jack and i’s bedroom, i settle under the blankets.

i have no energy to put into paying attention to a show or movie, and not nearly enough to read a book; so i sit in silence, staring at the wall as i eat.

placing the now empty yogurt cup on my nightstand, i pick at the cheese stick, lost in thought.

i’m struggling.

i feel like a single parent half the time.

i’m not sure how actual single parents do it. the ones who have to work and take care of their children. because parenting in and of itself is a full time job.

i know it’s not fair of me to think so little of myself, but i can’t help feeling like a horrible mother. she never wants me anymore; only ever yearning for Jack.

and i get it. i yearn for him too when he’s gone.

but can’t she be happy with me?

i miss the sound of the front door shutting; too deep in my own head. too far gone in my own thoughts.

but i do hear the not-so-hushed whispers of my husband and his brother as they venture farther into the apartment.

i hear the ‘goodnight.’ from Luke before his bedroom door shuts. i hear the nursery door opening, the white noise from the room getting louder. and then a few minutes later, i hear the nursery door click shut and the sound of my husbands footsteps getting closer down the hall before our bedroom door opens.

my cheese stick is long gone, and my fingers now settle for playing with each other. my nails picking at the others as i still sit in a catatonic state of exhaustion; staring at the wall in front of me.

Jack lets out a breath of surprise when he notices i’m awake in the dim lighting of the bedside lamp.

“hey, lovie.” he leans down, his fists pressing down on the mattress top, and lays a swift kiss on my cheek before rising back up to his full height.

i glance over as he throws Eleanor’s pacifier onto his nightstand.

“i thought we agreed no more pacifiers when she turned one? she hasn’t had one in the past month.” he huffs, stripping his shirt off and throwing it towards the hamper in the corner of the bedroom, narrowly missing by an inch. he eyes the shirt for a millisecond before shrugging and repeating the process with his pants, this time making it in the hamper.

“yeah, well, you weren’t here to attend to her screams and i was.” i retort.

“so you resorted to the paci?” he questions, pulling a pair of flannel pajama pants out of his dresser drawer.

“stop mom-shaming me.” i snap, scooting down and flopping onto my side, my back facing Jack.

“lovie.” he sighs. the bed dips as he sits behind me. “that’s not what i was doing.”

“yes. you were.” i accuse. “you’re saying i’m a bad mom for giving my daughter what she needed in order to fall asleep.”

i turn in the bed to look up at him and he parts his lips to speak, but i keep going.

“but you weren’t here, Jack. you didn’t hear her cries, or have to try every trick in the book to calm her down. you weren’t awake with her for nineteen hours with no nap only to still have her fight bed time. so, yes, i resorted to the pacifier. and ya know what? it worked.”

“i get that you’re in a bad mood, but why are you taking it out on me? i wasn’t even here for you to get angry at me.” he remarks.

“i’m not.” i deny, closing my eyes and hoping he’ll take it as a sign to just let me sleep.

“you are.” he grunts. “and it makes me feel like i’m the bad guy for doing my job.”

“well, i wouldn't have to do this all alone if it weren't for your fucking job.” i know as soon as i say it that my words were uncalled for. but, before i can take them back, Jack stands from the bed, making my eyes fly open to look at him.

“do i not help when i’m home? i’m so sorry that me providing for our family is so hard for you.” he sneers. his sarcasm is not appreciated, and i sit up in the bed in anger. “i’m so sorry that you have to be a mother, while i’m gone making money so that you don’t have to work.”

i shuffle onto my knees on the bed, glaring daggers at my husband.

“when have i ever complained about being a mother? and when have i ever said that i don’t want to work? i never asked to stay at home! but it’s what i do, because not both of us can work without putting El in daycare. which you said you didn’t want to do.”

my finger juts at my chest before poking his. my words harsh in delivery, but quiet in attempt to not disturb the sleeping baby down the hall.

“i never once complained about being a mother. i love her.” i continue.

“are you implying that i don’t love her?” Jack fumes.

“i never said that!” i cry. “you’re putting words into my mouth!”

“i’m just trying to provide for us!” our attempted quiet is long forgotten now, and i can only hope that the white noise in El’s room is enough to mask our argument.

“you think i don’t know that?” i exclaim, he opens his mouth but i don’t let him get a word in. “i’m just saying that you don’t understand how exhausting it is being a single parent half the fucking hockey season! you leave and play games and go out to fucking bars to celebrate wins and i stay here and take care of our daughter, who for the past two weeks, only wanted you!”

Jack throws his hands up in the air, huffing in anger.

“well, i can’t help that! i get that it’s hard, but you’d think you’d be a bit more grateful. it’s part of my job to leave, y/n!”

of everything he’s said, it’s those words that cut me the deepest. and what hurts the most, as small as it may seem, is that within all of our fights, big or small, throughout our entire six years together, never once has he called me by my name while we fought.

it’s always ‘lovie’.

but suddenly, i’m ‘y/n’.

i lower myself onto my butt on the mattress. tears are streaming down my cheeks and i try to wipe them away before Jack can see them.

“now you’re gonna cry?” he lowers himself onto the bed and i push myself off of it in order to gain distance, now standing a couple feet away.

“i quit.” my voice is quiet and surrendered, my words sheltered. i watch as his face drops, lips parting in shock.

“what?” he mumbles, his eyes softening.

i shake my head, letting my tears flow freely now as i round the bed and i head toward the cracked open door.

“where are you going?” he questions, his tone still holding a dash of anger.

“to sleep in Luke’s room.” i reply. he calls after me but his words fall on deaf ears.

i need space.

i don’t bother knocking on Luke’s door, opening it to find him just now sitting down in bed, his hair wet and leftover steam drifting from his en-suite bathroom.

his head snaps over to the door as i close it, and at the sight of my tears, he pats the bed beside him.

a sob racks my chest as i crawl into bed with the boy i look at as a brother. he pulls me into his side, no words spoken between us as he rubs a hand over my hair, letting me cry into his chest and soak his plain white t-shirt.

a muffled cry escapes my lips and he squeezes me tighter, pressing a kiss to my scalp. nothing needs to be said, no words needed to be shared, just quiet shushes and his hand rubbing up and down my back, the other still holding my head tight to his chest in grounding.

i’m not sure how long passes before i cry myself to sleep, Jack’s words echoing on a loop inside my head.

‘you’d think you’d be a bit more grateful.’

***

i’m unsure what time it is when i awake, but Luke is gone from the bed, and the sun peeks through the bedroom window.

i know Luke and Jack have the day off, so if Luke is already up, then i must have slept in later than i usually do.

despite the apparent long sleep, i don’t feel as well rested as i should. my eyes flutter shut for a few moments, but at the sound of the familiar squeal of excitement from my daughter, drifting in through the crack in the door, my eyes fly back open.

i kick my legs free from the tangle of blankets and throw them over the side of the bed, peeling my tired body up off the mattress. i rub my eyes as i walk over to Luke’s bathroom, ignoring the mess amongst the counter and looking in the mirror.

my eyes are still red and puffy from crying, and i turn on the faucet, cupping my hands under the cold running water and splashing it on my face before drying it with the hand towel that’s thrown haphazardly on the counter.

exiting the bathroom and bedroom, i’m immediately met with the sight of El’s smiling face bounding down the hall. her chubby little legs wobble as she runs.

“mama! dada!” she squeals, motioning behind her. a grin overtakes my lips at her excitement.

“yeah? is dada home?” i ask with a laugh as she runs smack into my legs, reaching up with grabby hands.

my heart melts in my chest. for the first time in two weeks, she wants me.

“mama! dada!” she repeats as i hoist her up, lifting her above my head and rejoicing in her giggles.

my eyes are all too soon drawn to my husband at the end of the hall. he stands leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, a faint smile on his lips while my own falls at the sight of him.

our fight replays in my mind; flashes of his red face and his defensive stance. echoes of his harsh tone and his cruel words.

Jack approaches us, leaning down to press a kiss to my lips, but i shift my face, his lips landing on my cheek instead. pulling back, his face falls, hurt shining in his eyes. it hurts me to see him upset, but i can’t bring myself to feel too bad, as i, too, am hurting.

i maneuver around him, padding down the hallway with El in my arms, making my way to the open layout of the living room and kitchen.

Luke is sat on the couch, eyes on his phone while Lilo & Stitch plays on the tv, and i flop down beside him. El crawls into his lap, pushing his phone out of the way and pushing her smiling face into his line of sight. i watch his eyes light up, sliding his phone into his pocket and tickling her sides.

a laugh escapes my lips as he lifts El upside down in front of his face, making her giggle contagiously. but once again, my lips fall back straight as Jack enters the room again.

the day continues like this, living amicably with Jack, but not happily. as the day goes on, the more i reflect on our fight the night prior, and the worse i feel. i was in the wrong. i knew that last night and i know it now.

i know leaving El is hard for him, just as taking care of her without him is hard for me. but my guilt doesn’t erase his words.

i know he didn’t mean it, just as he knows that i didn’t mean mine, but it still hurts. he cut deep. he accused me of being ungrateful, the very same thing he knows my parents called me when i told them i was moving out.

‘you’re so ungrateful. we offered you to keep living with us even after your graduation, and you’d rather move out with your unstable little boyfriend than live with the people who raised you. well, don’t come crawling back to us, we don’t take ungrateful children.’

a lump grows in my throat as i compare the fights. it’s nine at night and Jack is in El’s room, putting her to sleep, Luke long having retired to his own bedroom, leaving me alone on the couch. my knees are pulled up to my chest, my arms hugging them tight, as tears stream down my cheeks.

a small part of me tells me i should apologize. i know if i do, he will too. he already seems to want to move past it.

but the larger part of me says to wait. to let him apologize to me. to make him acknowledge that we fought. instead of brushing past it like it never happened.

Jack strides into the living room, child free, and it’s the first time we’ve really been alone together all day.

i avoid his gaze, rather wiping my tears and averting my eyes to the television, which still plays the credits of The Little Mermaid from our before bedtime movie.

he sighs, taking a seat on the opposite side of the couch. his hand reaches out to graze my leg and i flinch at the soft touch. the larger part of me wins and i rise from the couch, stalking off to our bedroom and away from him.

i quickly change into my pajamas, hoping to be out of the bedroom before he comes in, but i’m not so lucky.

he enters the room as i’m pulling my t-shirt over my head. my t-shirt. not his. he notices this change quickly and shakes his head.

he stands silently, his back leaning against the now closed door as i pull on sweatpants, watching my every move.

i move to the en-suite bathroom when i’m done. making quick work of washing my face and brushing my teeth. when i finally finish with my nightly routine, i head back out to the still blocked bedroom door.

Jack eyes me up and down, and a quick wetting of his lips tells me he’s horny, but i laugh inside at the thought.

does me angry and upset, turn him on? does he really think he has any chance of getting lucky tonight when he hasn’t even apologized?

“can you move?” i huff, crossing my arms.

“where are you going now?” he questions, shaking his head.

“Luke’s room. again.”

“you know we have a bed, right? the one you were in last night before you left me alone in here.” his words twist my heart, but i stand my ground.

“oh, you mean the same bed i was sitting in when you implied that i’m ungrateful and selfish?” i mock, tilting my head.

“lovie.” his tone is defensive enough to let me know that he doesn’t plan on apologizing tonight, so rather than waiting and hoping for Jack to move, i push him aside lightly with my shoulder and slip through the door.

i knock lightly on Luke’s door and it doesn’t take long for him to open it, letting me slip through into the room.

“you guys are still fighting?” Luke asks, shutting the door and walking over to sit on his bed.

“i promise, this is the last time i’ll sleep in your room. if we’re still fighting tomorrow night, i’ll sleep on the couch.” i assure him, crawling up the bed and laying on my side, facing him.

“i don’t have a problem with you sleeping in here, lovie.” he sighs, laying down on his side so that we lay face to face. “i’ve just never seen you guys fight like this, ya know? you guys are usually so in love, it just scares me to see you fight. i want the best for both of you.”

my eyes soften and i raise my hand, running it softly through Luke’s unruly curls.

“Lukey, i’m still madly in love with your brother. one fight isn’t gonna change that.” i tell him. “he said some things that hurt me. i said things that i’m sure hurt him too. but we’ll get through this. we love each other.”

i speak with assurance, but at this point, i’m not sure if i’m reassuring Luke, or myself.

“you should go to sleep, bubs. you have practice in the morning.” i press a kiss to Luke’s forehead before he turns his bedside lamp off and flops down on his side, his back now facing me.

i follow suit, my back facing Luke as i close my eyes and let myself drift to sleep.

***

i’m woken up by little hands smacking my cheeks, immediately followed by the sound of my husbands whispers.

“oh no, El, we don’t smack mommy. we’re gentle.” he tells her softly, and soon after, i feel her open mouth press against my cheek; her version of a kiss.

my eyes flutter open and i’m met by the smiling face of my daughter. she’s held hovering above me by Jack, who seems worried for my reaction.

“hi, baby!” i coo, a smile stretching over my lips as i take her from him. “good morning, beautiful!”

“mama!” she cheers, followed by a steady stream of babbling.

“she woke up a couple hours ago. she was looking for you.” Jack tells me. “i just changed her diaper, and she already ate breakfast, but i noticed she’s been chewing on everything this morning, so i threw a couple of her teething toys in the freezer and she’ll probably want a popsicle soon to sooth her gums.”

i look up at him and nod, acknowledging that i heard him, before i sit up and lay El down on the bed, tickling her tummy and listening to her joyous giggles fill the room.

“Luke and i are off to practice, we’re running late.” he runs his hand over El’s hair, leaning down and kissing her forehead before turning to look at me again. “Luke said he wants to take El to the park after we get back. he said for me to ask you if you can have her dressed and her diaper bag ready for when he and i get back.”

“yeah, i can do that.” i reply and he nods, pushing off the bed and laying a kiss on my own forehead before he leaves the room.

i heave out a sigh, looking down at El, who’s already looking up at me.

“you wanna go take a shower with mommy?” i baby talk, pasting a smile back on my face. she smiles right back, grabbing at my shirt. “yeah, you do. you love showers, don’t you? my little water baby.”

*

El is all dressed and ready to go when Jack and Luke arrive home, while i stick the last snack into her diaper bag.

“hey, lovie.” Luke chimes, throwing an arm around my shoulder and squeezing my head into his chest. “she ready?”

“mhm! she should be good to go.” i confirm as i push out of his hold, stuffing the bag into his arms instead. “you have the stroller, right?”

“yeah, i’m taking Jack’s car and it’s already in the trunk.” he confirms, slinging the diaper bag over his shoulder and scooping his niece up from where she was already staring up at him by his legs.

“alright, say bye-bye to mommy and daddy!” Luke sings out, waving to us. El copies him, waving her entire arm about in order to wave goodbye, and with that, they’re out the door; leaving Jack and i in silence.

i busy myself by picking up the toys strewn about the living room floor, while Jack unloads the dishwasher. but tension lingers in the air.

maybe i should just apologize.

i hate this feeling.

i hate not being cuddled up with him right now.

we usually spend any El free hours curled up in our bed. napping, watching a movie, talking, or just taking part in general bedroom activities.

but instead, we’re across the room from each other, doing daily household chores and trying hard to avoid the screaming silence between us.

i drop a barbie into the toy box and stand up straight, looking towards my husband, who’s already staring at me with gentle eyes.

“i’m sorry.” i sigh, squeezing my eyes shut, holding my hands to my face. “i hate fighting.”

his hurried footsteps click against the wooden floors, stopping when he gets in front of me. his hands come up to mine, delicately pulling them away from my face before his arms encircle my waist.

“i hate it too.” he whispers, and i know his words hold a double meaning. he hates fighting and he hates leaving.

“i shouldn’t have said the things that i did. i shouldn’t have taken my bad mood out on you.” i let head bob forward, my forehead laying against his chest. “i was tired, and i was angry at the situation, but not at you. never at you. you’re providing for our family, and i’m so glad that get to do that by doing something you love.”

he kisses the top of my head, his lips lingering on my scalp.

“i’m sorry too.” he mumbles against me.

“i’m sorry for making it seem like i was mom-shaming you, i should’ve chosen my words more carefully. i’m sorry for making you feel bad. i’m sorry for accusing you of saying i don’t love her, i know that’s not what you were saying. and most of all, i’m sorry for implying that you were ungrateful. you’re not. i know you’re not. i should’ve never implied that you were.

“you’re an amazing mom, lovie. the best i could’ve ever hoped for El. i should’ve been more understanding about how hard it is for you to take care of her alone while i’m gone.”

i peer up at him, my chin still resting on his chest, and give him a pointed look.

“and i’m sorry for not calling you ‘lovie’.” he huffs out through a laugh. the corners of my mouth quirk up and i pull his head down to push our lips together.

my whole body melts even further into his, finally at peace for the first time in over two weeks.

[alwayshughes]

so lost for words, this was incredible! <3

[hearts4hughes]

900 celly + fic recs

900 followers?!😭 i’m actually in tears. i love you all more than words can describe. thank you for reading and supporting my writings! you all have a special place in my heart <3

a lot of people have been asking for my fic recs, so here are some of my favorite fics in honor of this milestone!!

{ jack hughes }

the mess you leave behind - @alwayshughes

domesticity - @alwayshughes

clumsy - @babydollmarauders

jersey - @sydnikov

ceilings - @letsgetrowdy43

maroon - @babydollmarauders

rainy days and movie marathons - @hughesluv

toothless - @luvhughes43

strawberry wine - @mildnymphomaniac

the way i feel - @mildnymphomaniac

on the outside looking in - @webackbitch

head start - @youunravelme

cruel summer - @fiapartridge

out of hand - @starry-hughes

uh-oh - @hischierdevils

{ quinn hughes }

speak now - @babydollmarauders

drunken nights - @alwayshughes

illicit affairs - @babydollmarauders

sweet sweet lover - @starry-hughes

enchanted - @theicearchives

waiting on you - @theicearchives

best friends - @starsandhughes

flower girl - @hughesluv

late - @hughesluv

{ luke hughes }

just friends - @theicearchives

strawberry wine - @theicearchives

i can see you - @theicearchives

eight letters - @alwayshughes

green - @starsandhughes

a late night swim - @letsgetrowdy43

winning loosing bets - @dumboroni

maple syrup - @hughesluv

drunken love - @hughesluv

set up - @luvhughes43

{ trevor zegras }

second chances - @alwayshughes

jealousy, jealousy - @allywritesthings

hard to forget - @hockey-fics

save a horse, ride a cowboy - @drysdalesv

[alwayshughes]

ahh so exciting and well deserved, congrats on 900! lot's of love for you! <3

[mhagens11]

THE WAY I SCREAMED

[alwayshughes]

Hi! can you do something with dad luke?

ty!

hi anon, i've posted here! thank you for the request <3

[alwayshughes]

Did you receive my request about Jack dating a famous actress/singer?

no unfortunately i haven't! feel free to resend it in! <3

[alwayshughes]

How many requests do you have :o?!

i currently have about 6! i'm slowly but surely getting through them, i promise! <3