kiss cam, jack hughes
what was supposed to be a normal hockey game goes wrong when you and your boyfriend’s older brother, quinn, get chosen for a spontaneous kiss cam in between periods.
parings jack hughes x fem!reader (feat. quinn hughes) warnings fluff, pregnant!reader, established relationship wc 2.9k note first non smut fic, not sure how will i can write fluff-ish works so feel free to leave feedback <3
your boyfriends brother, quinn, was hyperaware of every slight movement you made.
he wasn’t shy in the way he glanced over at you with every small twitch you made with his eyes wide and full with worry. it was almost cute how attentive the older man was to you, how prepared he was to drop everything if something happened to you.
the first two times you shifted on spot he didn’t say anything and instead opted to scan your face, his body language as encouraging and patient as usual. he knew that you knew that he’d help you with anything, so he wanted to wait for you to come to him.
he knew how much him, jack, and luke have been hovering around you recently, he truly did– but he couldn’t stop himself from worrying. not when jack wasn’t pressed against your side with his hand wrapped around your waist. so with jack on the ice and away from you quinn felt somewhat responsible for your wellbeing.
you’ve been dating his younger brother for years, having been with him long before jack started playing professionally. and during those years you’ve inevitably gotten closer to his entire family, quinn included. even with the distance that usually separated him for you and jack, he still didn’t stop caring any less.
now that he was visiting new jersey before the summer break, having ended his season a few days earlier, he was able to take care of you in place of his brother during the few games he was able to attend. and today, for some reason, he felt more anxious about everything concerning you.
so when you only tossed him a small smile– one that admittedly looked genuine, he still felt his heart twist in his chest. because even with the distance, he knew you. which explained why he didn’t waste a second to stand up from his seat, his palm coming down to rest against your shoulder to catch your attention.
and when you looked up at the taller boy with a slightly confused expression he gave you a reassuring smile, his eyes glancing down from your eyes, to your jersey-cladded stomach, and back up. “do you want a burger or pizza?” he knew better than to suggest a hot dog, knowing you far too well to know that you’d never choose to eat one in your current state.
and at the mention of food your eyes lit up, a big smile stretching across your lips– which made quinn mentally pat himself on the back for his small but meaningful gesture. but right before you were about to answer you were suddenly reminded about the dinner plans you made with his family after the game, and you dimmed. you knew quinn wouldn’t judge you for eating– but still, you didn’t want to take the chance.
instead of you asked him for a popcorn and diet coke, your happy tone masking the hunger that was brewing in your stomach. and at your words he nodded, his eyes briefly looking up from you and down to the bench where he could see his little brother’s head tilting up towards them.
and it seemed that you too noticed the way jack was looking up at your section because your smile returned and your hand shot up with a big wave– one that pulled a laugh out of quinn and the rest of his family sitting beside you.
after jack got back on the ice quinn began asking everyone else if they wanted anything, ellen opting for the same as you before passing a small wink your way. and when quinn was about to turn his back to begin his descent to the stairs, he saw you shiver from the corner of his eye.
and without hesitation he shrugged off his jacked and wrapped it around your shoulders, his hands gentle as he tugged it over your arms to rest against your chest. he looked over at his mom who was watching the exchange with a proud smile and asked her if she had any spare gloves– which she helped you put on without any issue.
before quinn left you quickly wrapped your hand around his wrist. not enough to pull him, but enough to catch his attention. “thank you, quinny.” your voice carried hints of thankfulness within its usual warmth, “it’s no problem, you’re family.” he, once again, shot you a toothy smile before he nodded his head at his mom.
the entire time quinn was gone you were sat with your head pressed against ellen’s shoulder, her toque-cladded head resting on top of yours whilst both of your eyes followed the puck get passed around om the ice.
one of your arms was through hers– tight enough to feel her body tense every time the other team had possession of the puck. it was when the first period ended and all the players were already off the ice when quinn returned back to his seat with all the food.
within seconds of returning he was already passing you your requested snacks, to which you accepted with a thankful nod. quinn waited for you to take a sip of your drink before he gave you another two things. pizza and a burger, just the way you liked them.
“quinn…” you trailed off with an emotion heavy tone, your eyes filling with water (which you’ll later blame on your hormones). he shrugged as if he didn’t almost just make you break down in front of your boyfriend's fans. “you were hungry and dinner is still a few hours away.”
you slightly pouted at his words, your expression still softened as you looked at all the food on your lap. “i won’t be able to eat this all…” and once again, he shrugged. “that’s fine. eat as much as you can and if you don’t finish then we can figure something out later.”
after giving his mom her food he sat back down beside you, his arm slightly knocking against yours. he himself chose to buy a gatorade, having eaten before the game.
and instead of talking to ellen again you decided to talk to quinn instead– not that she minded, she was already deep in a conversation with jim. and even though quinn wasn’t very good at small talk he was more than happy to entertain you, the conversation coming easy due to how well you knew each other.
but due to your conversation, you both weren’t paying attention to what was happening around you– both of your arms pressed together as you showed him a few outfits you were planning on buying for your baby. and for that reason, you didn’t see your faces plastered on the big jumbotron with a red heart overlay and big pink cursive letters that read ‘KISS CAM’.
but both of your heads swung over to look at ellen when she let out a loud gasp, her hand resting over her mouth in shock. quinn was the first one to follow her eyes, and that’s when he froze in his seat with his mouth ajar.
but when you finally looked up to what they were both staring at a loud unbelievable scoff left your lips. it was humourous really. you thought everyone knew that you were dating jack, having been public about it your entire lives. but after seeing the camera zoomed in on your and quinn’s faces, you were proven wrong.
the arena practically shook due to how loud the fans were screaming, the floor vibrating beneath your feet due to the increased volume. you could barely hear the voices of the fans sitting near you, barely making out their scandalized whispers.
at first you thought it was a mistake but when the camera stayed on you for another minute you changed your mind. and after both you and quinn shook out of your shock you shared an amused smile, your eyes open in mirroring disbelief.
but instead of kissing him, which was obviously never a choice, you decided to twist on your seat so your side was facing the camera. and quinn, catching what you were doing, let out a loud laugh and reached over to help you lower his jacket far enough for his brother's number to show.
but instead of moving to different people after the number reveal the camera only zoomed in on the 86 before it zoomed out far enough for both of your faces, and his moms, to be shown.
“they really won’t give up?” ellen whispered in your ear with her arm wrapping back around yours, her eyes still looking up at the jumbotron that now showed her too. in response you just shrugged with a small giggle, “i guess not.”
both you and ellen watched as quinn made an X with his arms, shaking his head in disapproval. you slightly flinched in shock when ellen suddenly shot forward in her seat, “jack is watching.“ she pointed her hand towards the players tunnel.
once again the arena filled with cheers when the camera finally shifted. and lo and behold, your boyfriend was standing with his back towards the camera as he was visibly upset and arguing with one of the staff members that had a camera around their neck.
but when he looked up towards the screen again and saw himself he turned to nod in approval at the staff member, only to pivot on his feet and walk back out the tunnel. he was there for approximately two minutes– for good reason.
and it wasn’t until after the game, which was the second last of the season, when you finally had a chance to talk to jack again. the second he walked out of the arena’s doors, since it was safer for you to wait outside due to the little secret you were hiding, he rushed over towards you– dropping his bag on the ground near your feet in order to pull your body into his.
his cheek pressed against your hair as he let out a long exhale, his arms tightening around your waist as he pulled your body as close to his as possible. he pulled away as his hands slipped down your torso to drum against your skin beneath your many layers. and when he felt your slightly cold skin, he circled his thumbs against your hip bones.
he looked between both of your eyes for a few seconds, his eyelashes brushing against his cheeks with every prolonged blink. he didn’t care about his family standing around the two of you, nor the way his brother's jacket was wrapped around your body. not when it was the only thing that helped the camera miss the small swell of your belly.
“if it wasn’t for the jacket they could’ve seen you.” jack’s stress was evident in his voice, his vowels coming out far too strained to be brushed off as normal. and your heartbeat fastened in your chest as his implications. because to be honest, you didn’t even think of the way your stomach would be more obvious due to you sitting down. before being put on the screen you didn’t have to worry about the fans seeing it because of the oversized jersey you chose to wear for the intention of hiding your body.
“oh… i’m sorry, jack. i didn’t even think about it-“ jack moved one of his hands up to rub against your hair, his expression melting into a more understanding one and he consoled you with small hums. “it’s okay, they should’ve known better than to show you for that crap anyways.”
he brushed a few strands of your hair behind your ear before he gently grabbed your chin in his hand to tilt your head up towards him. he lent down to press a sweet kiss against your puckered lips, his eyes closing with a small, barely audible sigh.
after pulling away he gently stepped beside you and pulled you to press against his side with his arm shifting away from your face to grab the bag that was at his feet. he kept one arm around your waist as he began guiding you to his car– quinn, luke, and his parents heading towards luke’s car.
jack knew he wanted for thank his brother for taking care of you and his unborn baby, having seen the way quinn took care of you from the ice, but right now you were his top priority. he’ll talk to his brother later at dinner, after he knew you were safe and out of the public’s view.
“i can’t believe they thought i was dating quinn.” you saw jack’s jaw clench when he reached forward to open your door for you. he dropped his bag on the ground to help you sit in the car knowing that you admittedly found it a bit harder to get into now that your stomach was bigger.
at first he didn’t respond to your statement. instead, he just bent down into the car to press another kiss against your lips before laying a singular one on your cheek.
it wasn’t until he was pulling out of the parking lot, having gone through a different exit to avoid the fans waiting for him, when he made the move to press his hand against your belly between quinn’s unzipped jacket.
he glanced at you before looking back at the road, his other hand clenching around the wheel as he recalled your words, “i guess i’ll have to show them which brother you’re actually with, hm?”
a smile pulled at his lips when you let out a small giggle, one of your hands moving to rest against his. you let his words linger as you intertwined your fingers with his before you shifted them down to rest on your lap.
“and how will you do that?” you teased your boyfriend with a small smile, your other hand wrapping around the other side of his hand to fidget with his fingertips.
jack’s smile turned into a smirk when he shot you a suggestive look, his eyebrows raising in the way you loved. “m’not sure yet.” you both knew he was lying but you didn’t care enough to say anything about it.
and by the next morning jack already a post of the two of you up and pinned on his instagram. the caption was short and sweet, ‘my girls’ with two red hearts and your username. but your lips still pulled up into a shameless smile when you clocked the photo he chose to post.
it was a recent one, taken last week during a particularly cold april night. jack was sat comfortably on a loveseat that you’d forced him to push in front of the fireplace. and you were perched all pretty on his lap with his lips pressed against your neck, both of you glowing with what could only be love.
but what really stood out in the photo was the way his palm was pressed flat against your slightly rounded stomach, his hand looking like it belonged there– and it did. not quinn’s, but his.
your eyes glanced away from the phone clutched in your hand when you felt jack shift around in the bed with his hand gravitating towards your side in an attempt to feel your skin against his.
you knew better than anyone how angsty he’s been lately when he couldn’t feel your body pressed up against his when he woke up. perhaps it was due to how protective he was over both you and your baby growing in your stomach, but you weren’t complaining.
instead, you just leaned into it with a small amused sigh– your hand carelessly discarding your phone somewhere on the bed. because there’s nowhere you’d rather be than wrapped tight in jack’s sleepy embrace with one of his hands rubbing soft circles around your stomach.
“g’morning, baby.” jack slurred with his normal morning voice, his breath hot against the back of your neck. “morning, jacky.” you replied just as quietly before you gently twisted around in his arms so you were facing him instead, his hand falling to rest against your lower back.
you pressed a small peck against his lips, to which he blindly chased when you pulled back. a cute, sleepy giggle let your lips before you leaned forward to give him another one, this one lasting slightly longer than the former. a small hum left his chest at your affection and his cheeks bloomed a bright pink, which you noticed right away. it didn’t matter how many years passed between the two of you, jack always blushed after every innocent kiss you shared.
and then you both fell back asleep knowing that there’s nowhere else you’d rather be. the day can wait a few more minutes, all you needed right now was your boyfriend. and so you buried yourself closer into him, your hand moving up to comb through his hair whilst his warm cheek nestled against your neck.
and while you were both peacefully dozing off in a hypnagogic state, the rest of the world was wide awake. at the same time your fingers halted in his hair, the articles came pouring out, each one highlighting exactly what jack wanted.
and overnight everyone became aware that it wasn’t just an announcement, but also a subtle display of possession– his way of showing everyone that you chose him. and that no matter how many times you pop up on a jumbotron, you’ll only ever kiss him.
