hey! if you’re taking request, can you do one where quinn or jack are at a bar and some girl is flirting with them so the reader like goes up to them and helps her boyfriend get away from the situatio? basically lije the girl at the bar and the creep is there but the bf helps her out switched around :) we need some more powerful women <33
jack being all quiet and not knowing what to do, trying to find you in a crowd but he cant and suddenly you're standing by his side to help him out.
note/cw: the creepy woman's name is cindy, sorry if that's your name. and also she's a bit older so if that makes you uncomfortable dont read this. no inappropriate touching but she does make moves and says weird shit. slightly anxious/sad jack ahead.
you, jack and a couple of friends had decided to go clubbing tonight before you all parted ways due to the off season. usually you both were the couple who sticked together no matter what, but you wanted to dance and he didn't so he stayed at the bar while you went off with your friends.
he was doing great until the rest of his friends also wanted to hit the dance floor. again, he wasn't feeling it so he let them go while he stayed in his seat. with his drink in front of him, he mindlessly scrolled through his phone to kill time. it wasn't until he felt an arm brush up against him that he looked up.
his eyes met those of a blonde girl who was looking at him slightly seductively. but what he noticed was that she actually looked like a woman, not a girl. he couldn't make out her age and he didn't appreciate the way her gaze made him feel. maybe she was in her late 20s?
"hey there," she greeted, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "what's your name?"
his heart skipped a beat. he knew he shouldn't give her the time of day but what if she had no ill intentions? he didn't want to be rude.
"i-i'm jack," he stammered, looking away to swirl his drink with the straw.
"pretty name for a pretty boy," she complimented with a raised eyebrow.
"um, haha.. yeah thanks," he chuckled nervously, subtly looking around to try to catch your eye.
"my name's cindy. it's nice to meet you," she whispered just quietly enough for him to hear as she placed her hand on his knee.
he nearly jumped at her touch.
"woah, didn't mean to startle you. did you want another drink?"
"no, i'm— i'm good, thanks."
he'd never felt this anxious in his life, and that was saying something. all he wanted was to get out of this situation but he couldn't do it alone. he needed you.
"are you sure? your drink's almost gone. here let me get you something," she insisted, waving down the bartender. "what would you like?"
"i don't want anything," he replied shakily, bouncing his leg rapidly. "c-could you please leave me alone?"
he finally looked at her again and she sported a small smirk, ordering her drink before the bartender walked away.
"are you old enough to be here?" she asked, almost teasingly.
"w-what?"
she looked down to see him playing with his fingers. she knew what she was doing, it was a tactic to get him out of here.
"you don't look old enough to be in a club," she clarified, scooting a bit closer. he leaned away as her shoulder touched his. "would you like me to take you home?"
"back the fuck off, queen elizabeth!"
jack was ripped away from his seat as you pulled him behind you, glaring at the woman who was hitting on your boyfriend.
"excuse me?" she asked you bitterly.
"don't you feel weird hitting on dudes that are a lot younger than you?" you questioned as jack wrapped his arm around your torso from behind.
"please don't cause a scene," he mumbled into your ear. "i just wanna go home."
"get a life and find guys your own age. if i ever see you again you're a fucking corpse," you spat, grabbing jack's hand before making your way to the exit.
the cold breeze hit your skin as you walked out, turning around to face jack after the situation. his lower lip was wobbling and you could see him struggling to keep the tears in his eyes from spilling.
"awe, bub. what did she do, do you wanna talk about it?" you cooed, cupping his cheeks.
"i-i was just really scared," he swallowed the lump in his throat. "i'm sorry, god i'm such a baby."
"no, don't say that," you told him immediately, shaking your head. "it's okay to feel this way. you didn't like the way she was treating you, hm?"
he agreed while nodding, looking down at the ground as he sniffled. "can we please just go home? i-i mean, you can stay if you want but i—"
"i'm not leaving you, jack. never again, not after today, alright? i love you so much, my love," you wiped a couple of his fallen tears.
giving him a kiss on his cheek, you pulled his car keys out of his jacket and placed his hand in yours. you rubbed soft circles against his skin as he followed closely behind you, ready to end the night.
Hi could you please do sick jack highes x reader if not thats completely fine just wondering
omg yes !! so cute, and i feel like it goes well with the clingy!jack blurb i just posted. i feel like he'd just want your comfort the whole time but this ones kinda different
"i want my mom."
"i want my brothers."
"where's quinn? i want quinn."
"mooseyyyy."
"where's my girlfriend? why isn't she here."
"because you don't have one," you told jack as you walked over to the couch with a bowl of soup.
he gave you a blank look with a red nose and a parted mouth, almost as if he hadn't heard you, but you knew he did.
"you can be my girlfriend," he pointed at you lazily.
"no, ew. i'm your best friend, not your girlfriend," you cringed, a shiver crawling up your spine.
"i want cuddles," he pouted, making grabby hands at you.
"jack— ugh, no," you sighed, frustrated by his antics.
he'd called you this morning at the ass crack of dawn with a stuffy voice while asking you to come over because he needed to not be alone, in his words. you weren't a terrible person so obviously you came over, but you clearly hadn't thought about what that entailed.
jack was incredibly fussy and moody when he was sick. not as needy as his older brother but you could definitely see the similarities.
"cuddle me," he whined as he grabbed a tissue to blow his nose.
you grimaced at the loud sound of his snot. "jack, you're literally sick."
"please," he begged, using all his might to sit up to eat the food you made him. "can you at least feed me?"
"what?" you asked quickly.
"come sit in my lap and feed me, please," he spoke, this time with a pout.
"don't make that face," you nearly scolded, thinking about giving in.
he jut out his bottom lip a bit further. "please?"
"jack— stop," you looked away, closing your eyes shut.
"y/n/n, i can't do it myself. i'm too cold, i can't even take my arms out of the blanket," he told you honestly with a scratch in his voice.
"alright, alright," you gave in, dropping your arms at your sides.
"yes!" he cheered in a whisper.
you bit back a smile before grabbing the tray and looking down at him. you could see that he patted his lap under the blanket so you slowly maneuvered onto him, careful not to drop the hot soup.
"thank you," he mumbled as he looked at you, almost in a daze. you didn't notice that he was staring because you were too busy using the spoon to cool down the soup.
"it's not happening again," you told him, bringing the spoon up to his lips. this felt way more intimate than it should have been, and you hated the way your hand shook as he got closer.
"oh really?" he asked, opening his mouth.
"yeah.." you muttered as you fed him.
"that's really good."
"thank you."
you'd never felt this weird or awkward around jack before, and you couldn't tell if it was just you or if he felt it too. you continued mindlessly feeding him, missing the gleam in his eyes whenever he looked at you.
please this has been on my mind lately filming a tiktok with luke hughes. i feel like it would be so cute !!
definitely very cute, this was v hard to write so i mostly just wrote this to fuel your thoughts <3
you'd been trying to get luke to film tiktoks with you for so long now. it was only after his friends convinced him to download the app that he decided it was fun and agreed to make one with you. if you'd known that was all it would take you would have asked them to do that a long time ago. boys.
"lets do who's most likely to," he suggested while taking a seat at the table.
"with drinks?" you asked for clarification.
"what?"
"like, you know when each person has an empty cup and a drink, and you pour your drink into the cup of whoever's most likely to do the thing?"
"no."
you stared at him blankly and he gave you the same look before you rolled your eyes and stood up to grab everything you needed. you grabbed orange juice with pulp for Luke and sparkling water for you, both of your least favourite drinks. when you made your way back and set everything on the table he groaned, throwing his head back.
"i hate that juice!"
"that's the whole point," you told him, sitting back down.
"loser has to drink the cup of their least favourite drink."
"i don't like this game."
"well too bad, 'cause we're starting," you spoke as you set up your camera and pressed play.
"you're recording already?" he asked, grabbing the sparkling water.
"yeah, now ask a question." you grabbed the orange juice.
"most likely to trip and fall down the stairs?"
you blinked as you stared at his face again. "what kind of question is that?"
"well i don't know, you didn't specify what i needed to ask," he defended, pouring some water into your cup.
"hey! we both know it would be you, not me," you gasped, pouring the juice into his cup.
"most likely to accidentally piss off the other person?"
you both switched drinks and poured them into your respective cups, chuckling as you did so. the game went on for a bit and you ended up losing in the end, much to your dismay. you were a sore loser and as much as Luke wanted to gloat, he hated seeing the frown on your face.
after posting the tiktok, he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the couch, setting you on his lap before wrapping his arms around you. with a sigh, your arms clung around his neck and you buried your face in his chest.
"i can't believe i lost."
"it's okay, baby. i'm going to lose the next one."
"there's gonna be a next one?" you asked with a gleam in your eyes.
he cringed internally but nodded with a smile and a grin fell upon your lips. his heart warmed as you pressed a kiss to his cheek and he promised himself to let you win the next.
--
meanwhile, the tiktok comments:
thombordeleau_ luke is definitely most likely to fall on the concrete
↳ brendanbrisson_ and break his nose while doing it
im gonna do this one for jack bc u said i could do it for any hughes bros instead :) also idk wtf this is, i could barelyyyy think of anything for the prompts but i tried my best 😭 its kinda funny, alex turcotte guest appearance and turcotte!reader <3
"you're not a very good hockey player."
"can i make your brother my brother?"
you slammed the car door shut as you walked towards the doorstep of the hughes house. your older brother, alex, had been too busy playing video games with jack to pick you up from school. luckily quinn checked the time (better later than never) and came to pick you up without telling anyone, wanting to watch a scene unfold.
"don't get too crazy," quinn warned as he unlocked the door.
you were greeted by screaming from inside and made a face. "totally won't go crazy, quinn. it's not like i stood in the snow for 20 minutes freezing my ass off because my brother forgot to pick me up from school."
"well when you say it like that.." he muttered to himself as you made a beeline for the living room.
the tv remote sat on the cushion beside jack, who hadn't even noticed your arrival. some kind of boyfriend you are, you thought to yourself as you grabbed the remote and turned off the tv.
a chorus of screams filled your ears as the two boys turned to look at you. alex's eyes widened as you glared at him with your arms crossed.
"babe! why'd you turn it off?" jack whined.
"can i make your brother my brother?"
jack furrowed his eyebrows and alex's jaw dropped. "excuse me?"
"you heard me! i waited 20 fucking minutes for you in the snow and you were over here playing video games?" you asked in disbelief.
"it was an accident–"
"accident, my ass," you huffed, plopping down onto the seat beside jack.
"holy fuck, you're so cold," jack realized as he wrapped an arm around you.
"well i just told you guys i was–"
"standing in the snow for 20 minutes, we know," quinn rolled his eyes as he sat next to you.
alex would have been glaring at jack — because of how close he was to you — if it weren't for the situation he was in. he hadn't meant to forget you, it just kind of.. happened. every time he tried apologizing, one of you three cut him off, saying something like i don't wanna hear it.
"just fucking listen to me, y/n!" he raised his voice and you scrunched your nose, leaning forward in your seat to look at him with an accusing look.
jack looked at you with wide eyes and back to his friend. "you're not a very good hockey player."
your brother's eyes crinkled as he gave jack a what the fuck? look. "where did that come from?"
"good hockey players don't leave their siblings out in the cold to die of hypothermia," jack shrugged a shoulder. quinn snorted at his words.
"wha–"
"i don't wanna hear it," you all said in unison, to which alex groaned.
"i'm fucking leaving you out there for real next time."
Hi! Can you do a luke Hughes imagine where Luke and us are play fighting and are secretly dating and we’ve been BestFriends for ever and we kiss and Jack and Quinn catch us
ooo cutecute !! older brothers teasing the baby vibes, i love it. imagine being childhood friends w all of them and those two catch you and they're like omg wtf
"luke, pass me the remote!" you exclaimed, reaching over him from your seat on the couch.
"no, i'm not watching tangled again!" he fought as you jumped onto him and somehow dragged him to the ground.
"give me it!"
"no!"
he scrambled to get away, you having a firm hold on his foot so he couldn't get far. you crawled over and plopped yourself on top of his chest, and he easily rolled you both over so he was caging you in with his arms.
"i want it," you demanded.
"i'm not giving it to you— let go of me!" he shouted as you wrapped your arms around his neck and forced him down, his head resting in the crook of your neck.
your legs gripped onto his waist as you tried gaining control, unaware of the two brothers watching the scene unfold.
"what the fuck are they doing?" jack whispered, crinkling his eyes.
"i have no idea.." quinn muttered.
they watched as luke got out of your grip, beginning to tickle you with a smile on his face. you both laughed, forgetting about the remote as he bent down to press feather-light kisses to your neck. his fingers danced up and down your sides, bringing tears to your eyes.
jack and quinn's eyes widened.
"babe, stop tickling me!" you begged, out of breath.
"okay, okay," luke gave in, deciding in was enough.
you gasped for air, giving him a small smile as he bent down to kiss your lips. your hand made it's way into his curls and you could taste your chapstick against him. even out of breath you kissed him like it was the last.
"what the fuck?!"
you bit down on luke's lip in surprise, making him groan as you both pulled away. there stood jack and quinn hovering above you with shocked looks on their faces.
"when did this happen?" quinn asked with furrowed eyebrows.
"ugh, who fucking cares, jerks. now my lip's bleeding!" luke sat up and you followed.
"i'm sorry," you apologized, holding his face in your hands. "i didn't mean to."
"i know, baby. it's okay," he reassured, making the other two gawk.
hihi can i request an blurb where jack spoils the reader for valentine’s day ? ty bestie
hi nommie ! of course i can write this for you, psa to anyone reading: this ask was sent in after vday, i promise im not just now catching up on my vday asks haha. this is more of how you spent the day but the end fits the request <3
it started with a kiss.
then your favourite breakfast in bed.
a new outfit to wear for the day.
roses and chocolate.
--
"jack, you didn't have to do all this!" you exclaimed, holding the bouquet to your chest.
"yes, i did. you deserve way more than flowers, it's nothing, really," he insisted, pulling you in for a hug before giving you a kiss.
--
jack wasn't.. amazing at planning things. at first, he didn't even want to try. but then he thought, she doesn't deserve that. you deserve more from your boyfriend, so he gave it a shot and failed just like he knew he would, but at least he tried.
"um.. this isn't exactly what i thought it was going to be," he cringed, scratching the back of his neck.
you were standing in what looked like a cave but was actually an underground restaurant. it was dingey and dark, kind of scary looking, but that didn't bother you in the slightest. it was the thought that counts.
"you didn't take a look at the place before booking a table?" you asked softly, not wanting your curiosity to upset him.
"well.. i kind of just read the description on the website. it said it was a 'perfect romantic getaway for two, minus the getaway,'" he told you, protectively looking around for any dangers.
"and that got your interest? it's okay, jack. i love this, it's cute." you gave him a smile and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
he grabbed your hand and led you to the sole table that sat in the middle of the.. room, for lack of better word. it looked like a scary underground train station.
"i rented it out.." he told you, pulling your seat.
"thank you. jack, you didn't have to do all this," you thanked while sitting down.
"well," he chuckled dryly. "it isn't much."
you didn't care what it was, it was perfect to you. he sat down across from you and there was a single candle standing tall on the middle of the small circle table, blocking your view of him. you smiled, moving it to the side so you could see his face.
the red cloth and flower petals on the table made things look fancy, even if they weren't. it looked romantic, though, you wouldn't lie. it was as beautiful as a light in the middle of a dark room.
"you don't understand how much i love this," you told him, grabbing his hand across the table and pressing a kiss to his fingers.
--
you went home from dinner in the best mood. the experience was a blast and it went way better than you both were expecting. he literally rented the place out for you and even though there was a bit of a rocky start, the restaurant lived up to its word. he did a great job and you felt like the luckiest girl in the world.
when you opened the door to your apartment you were met with gifts. everywhere.
"jack!" you gasped, running into the living room. "what's all this?"
he smiled, setting his jacket on the couch. "just some stuff."
"just some stuff. for me?"
"yes, all of it. come on, open up." he passed you a box and sat down on the couch.
you sat beside him and opened the box, eyes widening. "jack, what the fuck? you got me a birken!"
"happy valentine's day," he shrugged with a smirk.
"i love you, i love you, i love you!" you exclaimed, cupping his face and pressing your lips to his.
"okay, okay," he laughed after a couple moments, pulling you away. "as much as i'd love to kiss you, we've got some more gifts to get through."
"you're the best."
the next gift was a matching necklace and earring set.
you also got a ring. a beautiful promise ring with a huge diamond that made you cry.
a couple more purses and some clothes, and soon you were cuddling him with no intent to let him go.
"jack," you got his attention.
he squeezed your frame. "yeah?"
"did i tell you how much i love you?"
"a couple hundred times, maybe," he chuckled.
"i really meant it. today was the best day ever, thank you. i love you."
can i request 18 and 48 with nico hischier? maybe something about being insecure, afraid of fall in love, afraid of commitment, this kinda is stuff idk. thanks 💖
oooo hi nommie !! i feel this so hard, you literally described me— i hope you like this one and thank you for the request <3
"i don't want to break your heart."
"what would you do if i kissed you?"
you and nico were best friends with a sprinkle of love. meaning that you both had feelings for each other and you knew it but didn't act on them.
well, he tried.
you always brushed off his little acts of kindness because you were scared. scared that you weren't good enough for him, that he deserved better, that you weren't pretty enough— everything.
he knew about all of this, obviously. you were his other half. that was why he never took it to heart when you shrugged him off, although he hoped someday you'd stop.
you were in your thoughts the whole day. you went to a party with him last night and saw him talking to another girl. all you could do was compare yourself to her because she was everything you thought you weren't.
maybe you were reading his feelings wrong? or maybe he'd just been messing with you this whole time. that was what you concluded when he walked into your apartment and saw you teary eyed on the sofa.
"hey.. you good?" he asked warily, taking a seat beside you.
"do you like me? like, not as a friend, but for real."
his eyes widened as you looked at him, for this was the first time either of you had actually brought it up. he didn't know what to say without sounding stupid.
"i.. um, yeah," he replied awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.
"and it's not a joke? like, it wasn't a dare or— or anything?"
his face scrunched in confusion. "what? y/n, what are you talking about?"
"it's just.. last night at the party, you were talking t-to this girl, right? and she was very pretty— like way, way, way prettier than me and i-i'm just wondering why you would like me if girls like that exist. maybe you're just messing with me or.. or pulling a prank or something. i don't know—"
"i don't want to break your heart," he cut off your rambling. "the last thing i want to do is mess with you, i promise you that."
he cupped your cheeks and leaned in. "that girl was just a friend. i don't feel anything for her, especially not the same way i feel for you."
a tear fell from your eye and he wiped it away with his thumb. if he'd known how bad this was making you feel he would have done it a lot sooner.
"what would you do if i kissed you?" he mumbled, your mouths almost touching.
"i'd kiss you back."
he didn't waste a moment in placing his lips on yours. they say first kisses aren't always the way they're described in books and movies — all fireworks and butterflies, but this one was. after all the waiting, it felt like you two were finally complete.
i think a lot about like, aftercare with Jack lmfao. especially if he completely wore you out
NSFW !!
okay, this ones gonna be more of a drabble bc i have some thots.
i feel like he'd be praising you a lot. he'd still be inside you and you'd be breathing heavily with your eyes closed. his gaze would be locked on you while he rests a hand on your cheek.
"hey, my love. how are you feeling?"
"you did so well for me today."
"took all of me like the good girl i know you are."
"i'm so proud of you."
and you'd be like.. fucked out of your mind so you'd just be making these small sounds to let him know you hear him. even after you open your eyes you're still kind of not there and he knows it.
"hi, baby. there you are, you're alright."
"i'm right here, don't worry. you're okay."
once he thinks you're good to be left alone for a couple minutes he'd pull out of you really slowly and watch for any discomfort on your face. you'd still be mindlessly looking around the room so he'd leave for a quick second to clean himself up and grab a cloth for you.
your eyes would lock on him when he walks back into the room with his pants on and he'd give you a smile.
"how do you feel?" he'd ask while running the wet cloth over you. you'd close your legs at the feeling but he'd keep them open with one of his hands.
your mouth would open to answer but you wouldn't be able to get any words out. he'd just chuckle before throwing the cloth into the hamper and getting up to grab one of his sweatshirts.
"it's okay, you don't need to say anything," he'd reassure while placing it over your head. he'd help you get your arms in the sleeves then lay beside you and pull you into his side.
next would be the blankets. he'd bundle you both up in them before reaching for the tv remote and turning on your favourite show.
"i love you so much," he'd say while pressing a kiss to your forehead.
