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♠ Jack Hughes ♠ Quinn Hughes ♠ Luke Hughes

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[ilovehughes]

would you do quinn w gf who is struggling to adapt to his family bc he has such strong bonds and she has a bad relationship w her parents/ siblings so she finds it hard to be around it and he’s trying to help her adjust / feel part of the family 🥰

Anything

summary: growing up in an unstable household doesn’t necessarily living that way forever…

warnings: mentions of unstable childhood and family relationships. allusions to violence.

pairing: Quinn Hughes x afab!reader.

established relationship.

words: 1,8k

The first thing you notice when you enter the Hughes family lake house is how warm it felt. Not because it was summer, because even on the hottest day of the year, your house never felt this warm, it was always quiet and sort of eerie. Never felt this safe. It was supposed to make you feel at ease but all you felt was guilt and anticipation for something bad to happen.

Quinn grabs your hand gently and leads you into the living room where his brothers sit, playing some chess or something, you hadn’t paid attention to that. Your attention was on his parents. They were sat together on the couch, intertwined in a way that took years of practice after being together so long. Like two souls connected.

You had always thought love was cheesy. Not in the normal way kids tend to do but rather that love was a thing made up in fantasies. Your parents never kissed each other goodbye or hello. Your parents never shared a cramped kitchen space while cooking together . They were never like all of your friends’ parents who would drive together for every small or big school event.

You’re almost overwhelmed with the warm greetings you received from his brothers whom you have met briefly when they played in Minnesota against Quinn. Though it was only a quick dinner each time.

Ellen then stands up from Jim’s embrace to say hello to you and Jim next.

“Hi Mr and Mrs Hughes. Thanks for letting me stay with you guys- you have a lovely home,” you say, unsure and carefully.

Ellen smiles politely “Oh please it’s our pleasure! It’s great to finally meet you sweetheart, let us know if you want help unpacking alright?”

You smile, “Thank you, Mrs Hughes” and she’s quick to correct you “oh sweetheart call me Ellen.”

You nod and then turn to Quinn who was watching the interaction closely, noticing how tense you were. He then suggests the two of you go to his room, which you’re sharing, to unpack.

-

“They’ve been asking about you all week, y’know,” Quinn announces and your head snaps away from the closet drawer and towards his gaze.

“Oh?” you peep out nervously and he chuckles, “you looked like a deer in headlights earlier, are you sure you’re okay?” to which you quickly respond, “yeah I guess I just have to get used to the new environment.”

“My brothers can get a bit rowdy but otherwise it’s pretty relaxed,” he assures you and you nod. “Do you- Do you think I could meet your parents sometime-? If that’s okay with them, of course,” he enquires nervously. You feel a little bit hotter now, your nerves going straight to your cheeks.

“Yeah, I don’t know…” you respond, which makes Quinn raise his eyebrows “I mean unless you think we’re moving too fast-“ and you’re quick interrupt, “no that’s not it.” You let out a weak sigh “My family isn’t like yours, Quinn,” you murmur softly.

Quinn’s expression makes you feel sick to your stomach, you can’t tell if he’s scared, pitiful or confused. He does seem to get your point pretty quickly though , “oh… whats- your family like?”

You heart sinks a little bit. Is it possible to summarise this in a structured way? You taste the copper from blood being drawn from your bottom lip, not realising how hard you’d been pressing. “My mom and dad don’t like each other a lot and-“ you cut yourself off before you say too much

“I love you too much to take you to a place like that.”

You look up slowly to scan his face for any potential judgement or criticism. You don’t find it. But the silence that follows is painfully obvious.

Quinn does speak up eventually, not without a soft, sincere smile though. “I love you too ,Y/N.”

You smile, grateful that he chose not too push the subject of your parents any further.

-

The dinner table is loud. Not bad, just loud. This kind of loud didn’t sound like danger. Your body didn’t believe that yet.

Someone says something from the other end, and someone else immediately talks over them, voices overlapping, rising just enough to fill the space. There’s laughter tangled in it, easy and unbothered, like no one’s thinking twice about the volume.

You kept her hands folded in her lap, like if you stayed small enough, you wouldn’t get anything wrong.

“Hey, pass that- no, not that one-“ jack calls out to Luke. Quinn is chuckling as Luke pipes back, “I’m busy with the sauce!”

“Not that! The pepper!” Jack groans , “you never listen.”

It’s harmless. You know it is. But your grip tightens around your fork anyway.

“You never listen to me!” The words crack through the air, sharp enough to split it open.

Your feet don’t even touch the floor as you sit at the edge of the creaky chair, hands curled into the fabric of your sweater. The table in front of you is all too familiar. Familiar in the wrong way. Too tense.

“I just said that,” a voice snaps, louder now, angrier. “Do you ever actually hear what I’m saying?” A plate hits the counter too hard and you freeze up.

Across from you, someone stands abruptly, chair scraping back with a screech that makes you flinch.“Don’t start,” another voice warns. “I’m not starting anything. You always say that like I’m the problem!”

And just like the it gets louder. Louder. And louder

You know what’s next.

Know when to stop moving, stop breathing too loud, stop existing in a way that might pull attention. Your eyes stay down, fixed on the table, on the scratch in the wood you’d memorized like it might anchor you. If you stay quiet, it won’t turn on you. If you stay small, it might pass faster.

A door slams somewhere down the hall, hard enough to rattle the walls.

“Hey.” Quinn cuts in, soft. Too soft. You blink, the room snapping back into place around you. The noise is still there but it’s different. No sharp edges. No one’s standing. No one’s leaving.

Your fork is still in your hand, but you’re not eating. Next to you, Quinn’s voice is low, careful in a way that doesn’t draw attention. “You okay?”

You swallow, forcing your grip to loosen, even though your fingers don’t quite listen. “Yeah,” you say automatically, already shaking your head like it’s nothing. “I’m fine.”

But your shoulders are still tight. Your chest still feels like it’s bracing for something that isn’t coming. Because voices overlapping used to mean picking sides. It didn’t sound like that here.

She felt stupid for reacting but that didn’t stop it from happening.

-

You stare daggers into the popcorn ceiling as Quinn tells you about how fun it’s going to be on the boat tomorrow, throwing around stories about him and the guys.

Quinn seems to notice after your responses seem to get less attentive and shorter. “Hey- you alright?” Quinn’s voice is softer now. Lower.

“Quinn I don’t think I can stay here for the summer.”you say softly.

“What- wait why- what do you mean?” Quinn sits up abruptly at that.

“Did I do something or was it-“

“It’s not you Quinn,” you interrupt.

“I don’t know how to relax here. I don’t know how to be… this version of a person that doesn’t brace for the worse. Like I’m not used to all this stuff”

“Stuff? What stuff?” Quinn asks, genuinely confused.

“You all just, get each other, like it’s normal.”

“Baby, it is normal. I- I’m sorry that you feel like this isn’t normal but I don’t want you to be afraid of it. You deserve being cared for.”

You stare at him for a while, you probably don’t realise until he says, “i want you to feel safe here. Even if you didn’t feel welcome in your own home growing up, you are always welcome here, alright?”

You just nod, not trusting yourself enough to speak up if you could.

-

Quinn wasn’t lying when he said that boat day is fun. Because for some reason you’re laughing like a little girl and having the time of your life. Suddenly, you weren’t worried about whether you have a spot in the family.

“Baby watch this!” Quinn shouts from the wakeboard.

“You’re doing great, Quinny!” You giggle back at him.

His proud expression is followed by a tumble into the water as Jack swerves the boat. Quinn shouts all the way down.

He gets back on the boat and dries himself off with a towel before coming over to where you were sat laughing at him. “It’s not funny!” He whines.

“I’m- I’m sorry! You’re right- it’s not funny” you say between giggles.

“Yeah yeah, keep laughing. Do you want another drink?” Quinn asks.

“Yes pleaseee” you say ever so sweetly, contrary to your previous laughter.

-

Everyone sits around the fire, chatting. Jim and the boys are rehearsing a game plan for golfing tomorrow and you’re semi-eavesdropping until Ellen approaches you.

“Since the boys will be out tomorrow, how about we have a girls day at the mall?” Ellen suggests.

You stare at her for a second too long, you don’t know why your heart felt like it was swelling up. Your own mother had never even thought of something like this.

“Oh yeah that’s sounds lovely Ellen…” you manage to say softly

She smiles in return and then Quinn comes over to the two of you, attempting to snatch you back into his hold.

“Quinn! Y/N and I are busy talking.” Ellen snaps with faux frustration.

You giggle and look at Quinn, “yeah leave us be, we have a mall trip to plan.”

Quinn raises his hands in defeat. “Alright alright ladies. I’ll go”

You look at Ellen and she smiles which makes you giggle. You two spend another hour or so just chatting about what you want to buy, eat and do.

The conversation is so simple yet so wholesome. Eventually Quinn does manage to make his way back next to you as Ellen moves back toward her husband.

“Did you have fun on the boat today?” Quinn hums softly in your ear.

“So much fun” you respond gently. “Your mom is really sweet. Your whole family is.”

“I’m glad you like them. Because you are just as important to me and I’m so happy that I get to have you.”

You spend the rest of the evening in his arms. Feeling warm, safe and finally welcome. Family wasn’t necessarily connected with blood, but also with love. You had learnt today that your own blood might not have been good to you, but that the people who love you, are.

Hope you guys liked it! Feel free to send any requests, tips and or feedback! 🤍

[ilovehughes]

No Suprises

summary: it doesn’t matter what the time is or where you are, if Jack calls, you answer. It been like this for years.

warnings: MDNI 18+!! This contains smut. unprotected p in v (use protection!!). Established unromantic relationship. Oral (m receiving). Hand job (m receiving). Mentions of toxic relationship. {let me know if I missed anything}

pairing: jack hughes x afab!reader.

fwb. situationship. unrequited love.

words: 954 (very short, it’s my first smut I panicked)

You weren’t surprised when Jack texted you at the most ungodly hour. You certainly weren’t surprised when you agreed to go over to his place. Not when he acted so sweetly it made your heart crawl out of your body and straight into his calloused palms.

Those same palms that were busy gripping your waist as his other hand roughly pawed at your top, making you remove it. It was the same procedure to remove your bra, all he did was trace his finger along the lace and you let him unclasp it.

Jack knew the effect he had on you. He knew that if he asked you would answer. It had always been that way, you were like a lovesick puppy for the man. It was pathetic really, though he’d never bring you to face that reality.

No, not when it was him who was getting rewarded for being a manipulative and cruel man. So so cruel. Yet not cruel enough to chase you away, or maybe so cruel that it pulled you in.

His finger grazes over your pebbled nipple as you dare to huff out a whine which immediately halts his movements, making him remove his sweatpants, revealing his hard cock, barely hiding beneath his soaked boxers.

You were practically salivating as he goes to sit on his bed, leaning against the headboard as he drags you closer harshly by your hair. You crawl closer and he barks at you to remove his boxers.

You comply, of course and his cock springs free, pulling a needy whine from you. Jack huffs impatiently as you crawl closer, mouth subconsciously hanging open.

You spit on your hand and Jack grabs your wrist, impatiently guiding your hand onto his length. You begin pumping his length and a grunt escapes him. “Yes- fuck- that’s good”, his words echo through your ears like a melody.

“Need more- need your lips y/n” he whines so innocently that you can’t resist licking his tip before giving in. Your mouth is overfilled with him as you begin sucking gently. You work your way up and down, the uncovered lengths being treated by your hand. He tugs harshly at your hair as grunts leave his mouth.

Your moans cover him like a warm bubble around his dick as he comes down your throat. Warm, wet liquid fills your mouth and he reluctantly pulls out. He grips your chin harshly and pushes your head back to make sure you swallow his cum.

You stick out your tongue as proof and he smirks ever so slightly before petting your sweet coated hair. “Such a good girl aren’t you?” he hums and that makes you whine at the rare praise.

“You want my dick? Tell me you want my dick” he orders, which you immediately reply “‘want your dick j- need it.” He smirks so condescendingly as he lures you closer with his finger by your jaw.

You wait for him to make the next move, always careful to not spook him away. He flips you over easily and grips your thigh with a bruising grip. He then yanks off your thin lace underwear with the urgency of an animal, hungry for prey.

He shoves his cock in harshly with no warning, like always. Maybe that’s why you don’t care anymore, you’re expecting it. Infact, you like it. You’ve tried to get over this infatuation with Jack but it just seems to never be the same with other men.

Other guys don’t treat you like shit and still have you wrapped around their fingers. Other men don’t use you like a toy and then discard you right after. No. Only Jack can get away with such.

He’s restless as he slides in and out of you harshly. Your eyes are brimming with tears with pleasure or pain, you’re not sure, but you don’t let him see. Jack doesn’t like having to acknowledge that you are in fact a human being with feelings, feelings caused by him as well.

“So- fuck so good. All for me huh?” Jack grunts between his animalistic thrusts. You whine in confirmation and his name escapes your lips. He groans with pleasure.

It’s only a matter of minutes before he’s filling your swollen hole with his cum. The sounds of his orgasm fill the room, loud and lustful.

He pulls out and plops down next to you on the bed. He yanks you closer and ruffles your hair, like a dad would with his son after he won a soccer match. You feel like a child.

But then he realizes that he has given you too much of his affection and he pushes himself up to sit, which you mirror as you put your clothes back on. He sits there expectantly, hoping you’d initiate the greeting and leave, but you wanted to see if he’d let you stay if you didn’t.

But Jack never enjoyed making you feel wanted unless he felt like he needed to, which is why he made it obvious that he wanted you to leave when he pulls the covers over himself and mumbles “got an early flight tomorrow” and sealed it with a yawn.

“Right, yeah, uh… goodnight Jack” you mumble politely. He nods and stretches his arms ‘tiredly’. You turn for the door and roll your eyes at his lack of enthusiasm to even say goodbye to you. You quickly get out of his room and then shortly after out of his apartment.

On the drive home you feel an involuntary tear roll down your cheek. Jesus how pathetic? You think. But maybe it’s not. Maybe that’s what happens when you spend years pining after someone who only notices you when it’s convenient.

Hope you guys enjoyed! I’d love to hear any thoughts, tips or suggestions! This is a one shot but let me know if I should turn it into a series or use this dynamic in the au? 🤍

[ilovehughes]

I actually really wish I had the motivation to write, it’s so much fun

[ilovehughes]

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[ilovehughes]

BEST FRIENDS FOREVER

Summary: “i hate jack hughes” – or the one where an only child meets her best friend, her non biological older brother as well as her arch nemesis.

Pairing: platonic!luke hughes x afab! reader , jack hughes x reader, quinn hughes x reader with she/her pronouns

Word count: 980ish

Warnings: not proofread, very mild violence at the end.

A/N: So excited to start this au but also very nervous! Tips and ideas for this au are appreciated! I am a beginner writer (obv) and english isn't my first language.

2010

You were always used to imaginary friends, playing dolls alone, begging your parents to play with you and the occasional sleepover. Growing up as an only child had its ups and certainly its downs. Sure, you got whatever you wanted and never had to share but it doesn't take anything away from the loneliness and longing for a sibling.

When your parents informed you that you were moving, you were ecstatic, to say the absolute least. You didn't care about the fact that you'd be new and clueless about the Toronto city, you just thought about the opportunities to meet new people.

So the day you arrived you made it your mission to knock on all the neighbour's doors to find children your age to befriend.

You stood outside the nearest door from your house, seven years old with the confidence of a queen. The door squeaks open with a friendly looking blonde woman, around your parents age, and your shoulders drop, until a young screeching boy comes running to the door. "MOM-" his tantrum comes to a halt at the sight of you.

You light up and beam at him but the lady's voice cuts through your trance, "Hi sweetheart, are you okay?" she asks softly and you nod overly exaggerated. "We um- we are moving in next door and I'm looking for new friends" you say to the lady, Ellen, is her name, in the innocent and high pitched kid voice.

Before the lady can answer, the little boy speaks up quickly, "I'll be your friend! We can play ministicks!"

That was the start of a soon-to-be lifetime bond. Everyday you would meet up at either the Hughes Family house or at your house.

Ellen would take you along with the two older brothers to the nearby outdoor rink and the oldest brother, Quinn, who help you lace up your borrowed skates. Jack, the middle son, who always tease you for bringing tutus or your unicorn plushies but he'd quickly be shut up by either Luke or Quinn.

You weren't necessarily the greatest skater or anything but the boys were just happy to have another player on the ice to play with.

You were always around, Friday night lasagne? You were there. Saturday night boys night with their friends? Luke dragged you with. Whatever is was you were there. Even if it meant being treated just like the guys, you were happy to have friends to count on.

Whenever Luke came over to your house, which was rare, he'd either get all dolled up, be the villain, or play barbies with you. He never complained about it, maybe just when there was glitter in his hair for a week.

You sometimes wondered if maybe Luke liked having someone his age to hang out with because his brothers were closer in age and might sometimes team up on him.

You didn't ask any questions because somehow in a different way, you were in the same boat. There was this sort of quiet understanding that you and Luke would alway have each other's backs through anything and everything.

2013

Your tenth birthday party was probably the most unusual birthday party for a ten year old in the history of tenth birthday parties ever. It wasn't the big sparkly, sweet and messiness of a normal kid's party, it was a different kind chaos, one that came from only having boy best friends and growing up an only child.

There was definitely sparkles and unicorns but just as many hockey sticks and mud. Of course all three brothers were there but not without a ton of their friends, whom you have also befriended. The brothers gifted you the most adorable pink hockey skates with glitter all over.

"Now you can be a pro with pro skates!" Luke states optimistically. "Thank you Lukey!" you squeal excitedly and tackle him into a warm bear hug as well as Quinn and Jack.

The bubble of gratitude is quickly burst by a laughing jack as he launches a handful of your cake at you. It all happens in slow motion as his tiny twelve year old arm reaches back and then moves forward to smack you with cake in the face.

"JACK!" you yell as loud as your lungs allow you. He's got a smug smirk plastered on his face but you see red. You lunge at him with and tackle him to the grass landing. Just as you're about to hit him square in the face with your fist Quinn jumps in and pulls you off of him, like a good older brother.

"Y/N, don't let him get to you, he's an idiot c'mon" Quinn gestures to the house. You're about to give up but Jack's cocky snicker rings through your ears and fires you back up as you turn back and punch him straight in the nose, not hard but enough to sting as he pulls his head down, connecting his palm.

You huff out a small chuckle smugly and turn on your heel, heading back inside. You move straight past Quinn and Luke and to your room. You pull a box from under your bed containing a small diary. You take your glitter pen and scribble messily, 'I HATE JACK HUGHES' with an angry face at the bottom.

This was the day you decided Jack Hughes was your arch nemesis, he was a cruel bully. He hated tutus, he ruined your birthday cake, and your face was covered with it. Jack was a bad guy.

[ilovehughes]

June Was Ours

pairings: jack hughes x fem!reader

warnings: none! just fluff. (first post)

word count: 1484

summary: summers at the hughes lakehouse with jack and his brothers during off season.

a/n: first write on tumblr! Ik this is short and messy but I just wanted to put something out here.

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“You want a refill?” Luke, the youngest brother asks referring to my empty cup. “No thanks Snoops,” I respond.

A huge splash comes from the back of the boat and when I turn around to look at the cause I see an empty wakeboard with Jack in the lake.

I chuckle from my seat, “You okay J?” He glances up at me while wiping the wet curls from his face. “That was Quinn’s fault!” He objects, pointing to the brother behind the wheel.

Summers with the Hughes were always far from dull. In fact they were pure chaos. Whether it was one of the brothers flying off the wakeboards or nearly burning the house down at an attempt to make pancakes, there was always something.

Jack makes his way over to grab a towel and dry himself off. “I thought you said you were good at wakeboarding” I tease. “Not when Quinn is driving like a maniac!” he defends.

He sits down next to me and I move the hair from his face. He pecks a kiss to my cheek and leans over to look at the magazine in my hands. “Whatcha reading?” He questions. “Just some random magazine from the gas station.”

“Am I that boring to watch board?” He teases. “Oh definitely not.” I counter.

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Jack emerges from the kitchen with two cups of hot cocoa and hands one to me. He sits down next to my spot on the couch and I throw the blanket over his legs as well. “Comfy?” He asks me. And I hum in confirmation.

I scroll through the movie options and put on a random rom com. Jack cuddles up to me and places a kiss on my temple.

“I love this.” He remarks softly. “Yeah it’s a good movie huh?” I reply. “No this. Us. Just being comfy together.” He clarified and I swore the hot cocoa suddenly heated me up to a blushing state.

“Awh Jack, me too.” I add with a peck to his lips.

“I could do that a million times.”

“Kiss me?”

“Yep.”

“Nothings stopping you.”

“Pucker up baby.”

That earns a chuckle from me as he leans in and kisses my cheek. And then my other cheek. And my nose. And my forehead. And then finally my lips, slowly and reverently. Almost savouring the moment as if would disappear any second.

I smile softly as we both reluctantly pull back. “I could do it a million times too, Jack.”

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The morning sun seeps through the curtains as a soft yawn escapes my lips. I soft ruffle in the sheets comes from a bare chested Jack as his eyes slowly open up. “Morning baby” he says with a rough, sleepy voice that he always has in the mornings. “Good morning Jacky”

“Sleep well?” I ask. “Wonderful with you by my side” He says. I chuckle and roll my eyes, “Smooth one Hughes.” He grins and kisses my shoulder, “I tried”

“So what’s on the agenda today?” I ask, knowing full well the other two brothers probably have an entire schedule that won’t be followed. “I’ll ask the bros.” He replies.

HUGHES BRO GC

Jack: What we doin’ today?

Luke: Quinn wants to invite Z and Coley for a bbq.

Quinn: that was your idea Luke!

Luke: no lol.

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“BBQ with Trevor and Cole apparently” Jack states from the bed as I get dressed in a bikini covered with shorts and one of his devils t shirts.

“Sounds like a fun day.”

“Long day…”

“That too.”

Jack gets up from bed and wraps his arms around me from behind as I do my morning skincare. He places a soft kiss to my shoulder and hums in contentment.

“You best get dressed J.” I remark “yeah yeah” he mutters in responds and reluctantly moves to the closet.

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I sit on the couch with a mug of coffee in my hand, listening to Luke and Quinn argue over something hockey related. And then by miracle Jack enters the room and plops down next to me with his own cup of coffee.

“So are Trevs and Coley coming over?” He asks, almost as if trying to split up the debate between the two. “Yeah, around three.” Quinn answers.

Jack turns back to me and eyes me up and down. “My shirt” He points out. “Our shirt” I contradict. “Didn’t know you were on the devils” He questions. “Star player actually” I tease.

He scoffs playfully and shakes his head. “You ready for chaos in human form today?” He rolls his eyes. “Are you referring to Trevor and Cole?” I chuckle. “Absolutely” He confirms.

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As the clock hits 3pm Trevor and Cole knock on the front door and enter immediately after anyways. “Guess who brought beer!” Trevor exclaims excitedly. “This isn’t frat party” Quinn mutters. “Buzzkill” Cole teases.

Trevor exits to the back porch where Jack, Luke and I sit on sun chairs with lemonades. “Yo! What up dudes.” Trevor says as if he was entering a room of college jocks. “No one says ‘yo’ trev” Luke chuckles out. “Sup Z” Jack greets as they dab each other up.

“Hi Trevor.” I offer with a wave. “Hey there Mrs Hughes” Trevor teases and a chuckle at that. A groan escapes Jack’s lips as he rolls his eyes.

“Where’s Cole?” I ask to refresh the conversation. “He’s trying to convince Quinn that beer doesn’t mean it’s a frat party I think.”

None of us question it further.

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Half an hour before sunset, we’re all gathered on the boat indulging in conversation and fresh air. Quinn and Jack make turns to drive the boat while the other boys sit and chat or board.

As Jacks turn to drive comes, him and Quinn switch places and Jack takes me along. “I don’t wanna drive alone” he reasons. “So you bring me along to stand and watch you?”

“No silly” and before i get the chance to frown in confusion he place me on his lap. Legs over his and back against the side of the seat. His one hand on the wheel and the other rests on my thigh, tracing aimless patterns.

I take my phone and snap a picture of the sunset casting beautiful lighting over the lake. “I love this view. With the sunset and everything” I state. “Yeah it’s quite nice huh” he says. “It’s perfect” i counter. “Not as perfect as you” he says and grins. I blush and giggle. “Oh my god Jack.”

“What? I can’t compliment my beautiful girlfriend”

“You’re so sappy about it.”

“You love it.”

“Yeah I do.”

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