warnings: begging, oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, hair pulling, luke is a nightmare
luke hughes is a certified eater; a fact that he kept well hidden until the day you asked — very shyly, you might add — to sit on his face. in his defence, he didn’t want to scare you off. sure, most women like their men to be enthusiastic about eating them out, but luke couldn’t help but wonder if he was maybe too enthusiastic. like a starving man desperate for a taste of the elixir between your thighs.
but then you made the mistake of letting him in and opened a whole can of worms. he rewrites the dictionary definition of pathetic, begging and pouting with his face leant against one of your thighs. his nose will nuzzle at the seam of your pants, knowing exactly how to angle his face to make your breath hitch.
“please, baby,” he pouts up at you from between your legs, “just for a little while.” his big puppy eyes stare at you as he shifts a hand to rest on the button of your jeans. luke knows better than to jump straight in, so he just sits and plays with it for a while, twiddling it between his finger and thumb as he begs.
“lukey,” you hum, “i’m tired…”
“you don’t have to do anything,” he says as he hits his bottom lip out. “just sit there and look pretty for me… like always.”
you roll your eyes into the back of your head, letting out a small huff of laughter. it’s that which assures him that you’re close to saying yes. that all this posturing is nothing more than you delaying the inevitable. with a grin, he pops your button.
“luke…” it’s supposed to sound like a warning, but there’s no heat behind it. ultimately, it does very little to stop him unzipping your fly and exposing the very top of your underwear.
there’s a shit eating grin on his face as he trails a finger back and forth over the lace. his movements are gentle, but the look in his eye is anything but. long gone is the pleading glint, replaced by something more predatory. he has you where he wants you, now, on the verge of saying yes to his selfish whims.
“i’ll be quick,” luke promises, although you know it’s a lie, “just one taste and then i’ll let you rest. we can go up to bed; i’ll run you a bath. anything, baby! i’ll do anything you want. just give me one little taste.”
and maybe it’s pity that makes you give in; the pure desperation that drips from every single word. somehow he manages to convince you that he needs this more than you need your peace and quiet right now, and so you nod and luke moves like a man possessed.
his hands are on your hips, lifting them just enough to slip both your jeans and your panties over your hips. he pulls them all the way down your legs before abandoning them at your ankles and diving straight in.
luke’s hands feel huge in your thighs as he spreads them, licking his lips at the treasure pot before him. you’re awfully wet for someone who did such a good job at playing hard to get, but luke doesn’t hold it against you. you’ve been good enough to let him get what he wants; the little games you like to play mean nothing to him now.
“fucking look at you,” he purrs, blowing softly at your clit just so he can watch you twitch. your thighs tense beneath his hands and he grins, lips parting to give you a glimpse of his teeth. he never looks happier than when he’s here, sitting between your thighs with your wet pussy staring him down. maybe it’s insane, but you’d let him eat you whenever he wanted if it meant you could see him smile like that. “you’re beautiful…”
you let out a scoff as he leans in, nuzzling his nose up the crease of your thigh.
“are you saying that to me, or my puss— oh my god!” your words are cut off with a gasp as he connects his lips to your clit, sucking harshly at the little bundle of nerves. he knows what to do with his mouth, you’ll give him that; at least his addiction is beneficial to the both of you.
“you, dingus,” he grumbles against your centre. the vibrations make a shiver run up your spine and you let out a soft whine. the fact that he calls you dingus flies straight over your head, getting lost somewhere deep in the pleasure. “prettiest thing i’ve ever seen, aren’t you?”
luke’s eyes shut as he delves further in. his tongue flattens against your clenching core, lapping up the juices that have pooled at your enterance. a groan falls from his lips as if you’re the best think he’s ever tasted in his life. he’d probably agree with that sentiment, and given the groan that falls from his lips, you think you’d be an idiot to deny it.
your hands fly to his hair as he swipes his tongue between your folds, fingers laces through his curls, nails scraping at his scalp. you’ve pinned him to your core — as if he’d ever move before he was ready — chasing your pleasure like nothing else matters. it’s close, you can feel it in the way your stomach ties itself in knots, and as luke laps at you, you it only gets closer and closer.
“lukey,” you whine as he flicks at your clit with his tongue, “please, baby. please, i’m close.”
he hums in acknowledgement, but makes no move to change his pace. his tongue still works against you, alternating between licking and sucking at your sensitive bud before shifting down to drink up your juices. when he angles his face right, his nose sits just right between your folds, sliding back and forth in a way that has you gasping. it’s easy to lose yourself in the pleasure, and soon enough, it hits you like a bus.
your jaw hangs open as your legs spasm around his head, but still he doesn’t let up. his hands grip your thighs tighter as his mouth works you through it, carrying on even as your hips begin to buck in overstimulation. it isn’t until every breath slips through your lips as a ragged gasp that he pulls away, shaking his head free of your grip and looking up at you with lidded eyes. his tongue swipes over his slick lips with an exaggerated moan, and he sighs.
“thank you, baby,” luke says with mischief in his voice, “now you won’t mind if i take another, right?”
warnings! childhood friends to lovers trope, slowest of slow burns, descriptions of injury, slight angst with reader and Luke both avoiding their feelings lol, mentions of partying, drinking, and hint of drug use and vapes.
word count: 27.3k! (oops!!)
summary: You and Luke were meant to be live long friends with being raised together since you were both in diapers. You experience every part of life with him, whether it be hockey or school. When the two of you enter your late teen years, you start to realize that you no longer saw each other as just friends but are too scared to address it.
a/n: oh my goodness, here she is!! I spent a while working on this one and I'm so sorry for getting away with the word count. I hope you enjoy it!
There were two things that Luke Hughes knew very well in life: hockey, with being given a mini stick practically at birth by his brothers and well, you.
Luke knew Quinn and Jack inside and out. As his older brothers, they were like an extension of him. But at the same time, he knew you at the same level as his brothers. You were also an extension of him and he knew you like the back of his hand.
You had been in Luke's life since basically the very beginning. He couldn't remember a point in his life where you weren't there or more accurately, when he didn't know who you were. Given the close nature of both of your parents, they were beyond thrilled when discovering that the third Hughes and you were going to be born just a week apart.
Ellen and your mother, Mandy, were glued to the hip the second Luke and you were born. You entering the world just six days after he did, which he never seemed to let go of the fact that he was older than you.
It worked out beautifully for the Mothers, as you and Luke had grown to call them. If Ellen and Mandy were not in the same room with both baby you and baby Luke, then it was likely that they were doing "baby-share"; which was essentially taking shifts to watch over the babies.
You and Luke were raised together. You two would be given your bottles at the same times, be put down for your naps at the same time and even sharing a bed together. You and Luke shared toys, to the point where even the Mothers couldn't remember who bought what.
The Mothers loved to coordinate your outfits, essentially treating the two of you like twins that they had together. It was fun for them to dress you and Luke in the same blue onesies or have the world's smallest bow in your hair be the same colour to his little t-shirt. It was absolutely adorable.
Luckily, the two of you were easygoing babies. Neither of you cried much nor made a fuss, more typically being found babbling or playing with your matching Jellycats. Luke having a lamb while you had a bear stuffed animal. Mandy had told her husband, Steven, as well as Ellen and Jim, that it was likely due to you and Luke being able to keep each other company. That the two of you are simply happy when the other is around.
The transition from infants to toddlers was smooth(ish). You and Luke were still the same happy children, constantly giggling with each other and in your own world of Luke and Y/N. You were quick to start forming words and short sentences while Luke was standing and walking.
In the Hughes household, it was louder with a four-year-old Jack yelling at the top of his lungs while chasing after Quinn. Their footsteps cladding against the hardwood while Luke's little head of blonde curls waddled around the legs of the Mothers, and you were tugging at Jim's pant leg and asking for a snack.
"Quinn! Give it back!" Jack's high pitched voice screamed, "Mommy said it's my turn with the red mini stick!"
"Come and get it then!" Quinn taunted his brother, his hand gripping onto the plastic hockey stick.
Jack stomped his foot and huffed, "Mommy!" He cried out at the top of his lungs, which caused Ellen to groan in reaction,
"What is it, Jack?" She called out to her middle son, who was grumbling as he entered the kitchen.
He climbed onto the taller seats by the kitchen counter next to Jim and Steven, who were in midst of talking about hockey.
"Quinny took my mini stick and he's be big stupid head," Jack said to his mom, slouching further into his chair, "Mommy, tell him to go time out, s’not fair."
Ellen opened her mouth to scold Jack for his rude language when a small voice approached her, "Mama!"
Little Luke hugged onto her leg, making her heart melt. She scooped up the youngest Hughes in her arms and Luke was quick to cuddle into his mom. Ellen glanced over at her husband, silently nudging him to handle Jack's situation. However, Jim seemed to be distracted at whatever words you were saying to him and your dad.
"How about, you and Quinny play mini sticks against me and your dad?" Steven suggested to the boy, who's eyes lit up immediately.
"Really?" Jack exclaimed, practically bouncing in his seat, "Dad, we're going to win so hard versus you and Stevey!"
Mandy gave the dads a thankful smile before taking little you out of Jim's arms, "You boys have fun now!"
"Do you wanna play, Mandy?" Jack questioned, hopping out of his seat and coming to stand next to Mandy. She laughed and ruffled the boy’s hair,
“Oh, honey. I think it’ll be better if you play with your dad and Steve.”
Jack shrugged, not too bothered nor didn’t seem to dwell too much, he was far more interested in toddler in Mandy’s arm. Your small hand reaching out towards him, which Jack knew meant that you wanted to grab his hand.
Your small hand wrapped around his finger, "Jacky!"
"I wish you could play mini sticks too, Bear... But you're too little," He explained to you, using the nickname that you were given from having a teddy bear that you loved dearly, "One day though! When you and Lukey are bigger, then you can play! I promise!"
With that Jack ran towards Quinn's room to get him to play mini sticks against the Dads. Leaving Ellen and Mandy in the kitchen with their toddlers in their arms.
"Is Lukey!" You pointed towards him while looking at your mom, "Lukey!"
"Bear!" He giggled, his small hand waving at you and you were more than happy to wave back at your friend.
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Eventually, you and Luke got a strong hang of walking with your little legs, although trips and falls occurred pretty often. The second you and Luke were running, best believe that Steven and Jim were quick to put the two of you in skates and onto the ice. Luke was a natural skater, while your dad held your hand and helped you go from waddling on the ice to gliding around.
“Daddy, look!” Luke exclaimed as he followed his brothers around the outdoor rink, “I doin’ it!”
“Look at you, Lukey!” Jim laughed, watching his boys skate around the rink. Quinn and Jack were much more fluid with their movements but Luke was getting the hang of it for a two and a half year old.
Steven and Jim were on either side of you, holding onto your pink mittens as they helped you move around. You were capable of shuffling your feet while holding their hands, but the second they let go, you were on your bum on the ice.
“How’s Bear doing?” Quinn asked as he skated over to you, “You’re doing so good!”
You beamed at the eldest Hughes brother, “I no skate Daddy lets me go.”
Quinn chuckled, “Come on, I’ll help you!”
He took both of your hands from your dad and his before he started to pull you along the ice. Quinn skated backwards, constantly checking over his shoulder to make sure he wasn’t going to run into Jack, Luke, or a snow bank. Giggles left your mouth as you glided across the ice with Quinn.
“Okay, I’m gonna let go of one hand now…” He told you, carefully releasing your left hand, “You can do this, Bear!”
Your eyes widened for a moment before Quinn started to slowly skate, and you stayed on your feet as they waddled to match his movement. He grinned at you while Jack whooped in celebration for you from behind, what you didn’t realize is that Quinn had let go of both of your hands and you were officially skating all my yourself.
“Go Bear!” Jack cheered before skating towards you and hugging you, “You did it!”
Luke joined soon after, his little skates only being able to carry him so fast before his arms embraced you, “We dids it!”
“Yay!” You giggled, hugging your best friend tightly.
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The Mothers wanted nothing more than to dress you up in cute pink ruffled dresses with flowers, but there was never a point to when they knew you would be in the backyard chasing Quinn around with Luke. Quinn did his best for his young age to make sure that you and Luke were safe. Reminding you two constantly to watch out for the corner of the table or for ledges, or to slow down. There was constant laughter when the four of you kids were together, along with earfuls of arguing.
The moment Jack and Quinn deemed you and Luke to be big enough, they put hockey sticks into your hands. Luke, by default, was able to maneuver the stick around the foam puck very quickly. You, on the other hand, had a bit more difficulty. Jack was jumping foot to foot, while Luke got the hang of the game while Quinn kneeled near you. He taught you how to play, the same way he taught Jack except now that he was older, he was better at explaining things.
Soon, when the four of you weren't in the basement playing knee hockey, you were outside playing road hockey. During the summer, at the Hughes lake house, the four of you would spend your rainy days playing hockey in the living room. If it wasn't one of the warmer months, then you would be playing hockey on the ice with the Hughes brothers.
A laugh escaped your lips as you chased after the puck with Jack right behind you, Quinn was skating backwards while facing you as he protected the net.
“Me! Me!” Luke shouted with the smack of his stick against the ice echoing slightly. You looked up at him, and you pushed the puck with the blade of your stick towards him before falling forward while doing so.
“Oof!” You huffed, fully on your stomach. Although you wore one of Quinn’s smaller jerseys over your coat, you could still feel the coolness of the ice.
Luke shot the puck towards the net, the sharp ping! being heard before he started cheering, “Did you see that?!” He exclaimed, waving his arms around as he looked at his oldest brother.
“Good job, Lukey!” He grinned, hugging Luke’s smaller body.
“Bear!” Luke shouted, turning away from Quinn to look for your reaction — only to see you slowly getting up from your fall and Jack standing next to you, attempting to help you. He immediately skated over, “Are yous okay?” Luke asked you, before also tripping over his own skate and falling down next to you.
You had also fallen back as he collapsed, which only made you start laughing. Jack was standing with his neck extended backwards as he howled out at the scene,
“That’s a bad celly, Lukey! You can’t fall over after you score!” Jack explained to him between laughs.
Quinn skated over to help you get back to your feet while Luke was successful on getting back up by himself. Quinn’s bigger arms pulled the three of you in an embrace, “Teammates hug after one of them scores, like this.”
“He’s right,” Jack nodded, patting on Luke’s back, “But Lukey and Bear aren’t our teammates.” He told Quinn, his eyebrows furrowed as he pulled away ever so slightly.
Quinn lowly shook his head at his five year old brother, “Lukey is our brother and Bear is like our baby sister, Jack. We’re always gonna be a team, the four of us are always a team. No matter what.”
Jack seemed to accept and understand that answer, he nodded before hugging his brothers and you a little tighter, “We’re the best team!”
That was what it was like growing up with them. You would be constantly dragged into playing some variation of hockey when the sun was still out, then rushing into either your or their home for dinner. Then the four of you curled up on the couch to watch a movie or to play boardgames.
When school started for both you and Luke, you were ecstatic about meeting new friends. In fact, you told Luke, Quinn, and Jack all about how excited you were as the four of you walked to school. Ellen and Mandy were sure to take a photo of the four of you on the sidewalk, each with a comically large backpack on your backs.
Luke was a bit more nervous about it, but Ellen reminded him multiple times that you and him were in the same class. If he was scared then at least he had you. But in classic Hughes nature, Luke's friendly and happy-go-lucky personality and your bubbly one had the two of you making so many friends on your first day. Though, you and Luke would stay stuck to each other's sides the entire time.
"You can't be friends with her!" A boy told Luke after he opted to sit next to you on the classroom carpet, "She's a girl!"
Luke only shrugged, "So what? She's my best friend!'
You grinned at the blonde boy, "You’re my best friend too!"
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After school resulted in Ellen taking you to the boys' hockey practices since both of your parents were at work. You and Ellen would sit together in the stands with a blanket draped across your laps as you watched the boys skate. Ellen always bought you a hot chocolate to sip on while you told her about your day at school or about wanting to start reading chapter books.
This routine stayed the same as you grew up. During middle school, you and Ellen would sit and watch the boys practice while sipping on your hot chocolate to keep you warm from the cold air of the arena. Though your conversations slowly changed into new books you wanted to read, news clothes you wanted to buy, or the girls who keep telling Luke that Jack is hot. Which always caused you and Ellen to burst into a fit of giggles.
"I was so confused," You laughed out as you held the warm cup closer to your chest, "Jessica and Megan kept telling me and Luke how hot Jack is and how they wanted to marry him! How weird is that? Plus, what are we supposed to do?"
Ellen chuckled, patting her hand on your thigh in a loving manner, "I suppose you are getting closer to that age where people want to start dating. Jack got his first girlfriend when he was in the seventh grade, remember her?"
You lowly shook your head in disbelief, "Yeah, I kinda remember... I forgot her name but I don't remember them staying together very long."
"Oh, it was definitely a middle school relationship," Ellen said, taking a sip of her hot drink, "I think they dated for 3 days before Jack told her that he wasn't ready for something serious."
Luke would always hear the sound of your laughter, glancing to the stands to see you and his mom snuggled under the 'arena' blanket. It would always bring a small smile to his face, knowing that you were enjoying your time at the arena despite knowing how boring it could be for you.
When practice ended, you and Ellen waited for Luke in the lobby area. You had your hands buried in the front pocket of your hoodie, slightly yawning as you watched Luke's different teammates slowly filter out of the change rooms. You saw his blonde curls emerge from the hallway, his shoulders slumped with exhaustion as he dragged his hockey bag behind him.
"You looked great on the ice tonight, honey," Ellen told her youngest as he gave them a small smile, "Ready to head home?"
"Hi, Mom. Hi, Bear," He sighed, adjusting his grip on his bag, "I'm starving."
Ellen laughed in response to her son before heading towards the automatic glass doors of the arena building. You and Luke followed her towards the car. With Luke placing the hat he initially wore to practice, onto your head.
"Ew Luke," You grimace, pulling the hat off your head, "You sweat in this!"
"It's dry," He said to you with a shrug, watching your hands fumble with his hat, "What did you and Mom talk about during my practice?"
You rolled your eyes at him, "Nothing really, just about how Jessica and Megan are in love with Jack."
"Yeah, no. That's weird." Luke scoffed, while putting his hockey bag into the trunk of the car, "If they spent a day with him, they'll realize how weird Jack is."
You nodded, sliding into the back seat of Ellen's car, "Or they would make bigger heart eyes at him."
"Gross."
Luke sat in the seat next to you in the car, just like always so that you two could talk easily without him needing to crane his neck to see your reactions. Ellen glanced briefly at the rearview mirror to see how you and Luke smiled and laughed with each other, both of you having the same sparkle in your eyes since you were just kids.
The Mothers along with their husbands had a secret bet on you and Luke, with the Mothers rooting for you two to one day end up together like some sort of cheesy childhood friends to lovers romance movie. Jim put his bets on you and Jack, considering how much the two of you bonded as kids and how he never failed to brighten your mood. Your own dad though, he had his bet on you ending up with someone completely different.
Luke led you into his house after Ellen parked in the garage, she commented how Mandy was already inside likely with dinner for Luke.
You walked into the kitchen to see Jack and Quinn at the dining table, quietly conversing over something related to hockey. Ellen was right, as you saw your mom making multiple plates of dinner.
"Hi Mom!" You greeted her, you stood next to her and watched as he placed the cooked chicken on the different plates, "I didn't think you would be here."
She chuckled, kissing your temple, "I got off of work early sweetheart and decided to help out Ellen by cooking"
"Hey Mandy," Luke said casually, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, "Smells good."
Mandy smiled at the youngest Hughes brother, "You can grab a plate honey, I'm sure you're starving from hockey and because you've been growing so much!"
He was. He seemed to be getting taller and taller every time you saw him, even though it was every day. You had always been similar heights with your best friend, but it was now quickly changing. You saw it with Quinn and Jack, how they both seemed to grow tall overnight.
You and Luke had both grabbed plates for yourselves and for Jack and Quinn as you joined them at the table. It was like any other evening where the four of you would catch up from your day’s activities — whether it be about your boring history lesson, drama in amongst classmates, or typically hockey.
It was like routine now, if not your life. Spending time with the Hughes family. The only times you weren’t with them were on the weekend where they would go out of town for a hockey tournament. If you were lucky, you got to watch their tournaments when they played at home. In which those games were always fun to attend.
When you were younger, you always tagged along to their weekend games. It didn’t matter which Hughes brother was playing, because either way you would still sit in the stands and be their loudest cheerleader. Your parents would attend a game here and there, but often opted out to run their weekend errands instead. You still tried to attend as many games as possible — however with Jack, Quinn, and Luke getting progressively more competitive and involved in the hockey world, it was hard to keep up with the multiple games each week.
“We should take advantage of the long weekend,” Jack told the three of you, as he took another bite of his food, “We should go to the ODR and play hockey like how we used to.”
Luke’s eyes lit up at the proposal, “Heck yeah! It’s been forever since we played with Bear.”
“That sounds fun,” You slowly nodded, but inside, you were unsure considering the high intensity that they played. Quinn seemed to have noticed your hesitance by simply reading your body language, “Or we could chill and keep watching friends.”
“Dude, that’s so boring,” Luke whined, “Plus don’t you want extra practice? You’re tryna get into the big leagues aren’t you?”
Quinn scoffed at his youngest brother, “I’m already committed to UMich, you know that.”
“What if we just do both?” You suggested, still poking at your food, “Just don’t be surprised when you guys realize I’m better than you at hockey.”
“Oh yeah?” Jack chuckled, giving you a smirk, “Bet you’ve been getting extra practice this entire time.”
“Mhm, absolutely and I have Jim Hughes as my personal coach,” You grinned, “He loves me more than any of you.”
Quinn laughed at your comments, “Yeah, we’re well aware that you’re the adults’ favourite.”
“No way, Mandy loves me.” Luke interjected with an insulted expression for extra dramatics, “She complimented my height today.”
You only shook your head in disagreement, “She said you’re a growing boy, Lukey. Two different things.”
“You’re just jealous that your mom loves me.” He stated, placing his hands on his hips.
The teasing and banter went on between you and the Hughes brother on a regular basis. Quinn and Jack really did treat you like the little sister they always wanted. The two were always very supportive of you, always put effort into talking with you despite their hectic schedules, and they were protective of you — just like any other older brothers. You and Quinn were close, considering how you would often go to him for advice or input on different issues. Especially on things that Luke just didn’t seem to care too much for, not yet at least. You would go to Jack when you need encouragement, he was the best person when it came to hyping you up.
You held your friendships with Quinn and Jack very close to your heart, however they would never takeover Luke’s spot. He was your ride-or-die, twin flame, and your soulmate. You were convinced of it. You two knew exactly what the other was thinking, only requiring to take a millisecond of a glance at one another to understand. You and Luke could basically communicate telepathically, like when you didn’t like your ice cream flavour and he offered to switch with you… and you didn’t even say a thing.
You walked with Quinn to the ODR, following Jack and Luke as they were both very energized and eager to play with the four of you. “like the old times!” Jack said, as if you four didn’t play together a few weeks ago. Quinn held the two shovels and made Luke carry the different hockey sticks while Jack lugged the bag of skates and pucks. All you were responsible for was holding the bag of hockey gloves.
The four of you plopped down on the cold wooden benches, thankful that they were covered in snow so at least your pants can stay relatively dry. Jack handed out the skates and you four quickly got laced up, however you taking slightly longer in comparison to the brothers who could tie their skates in their sleep.
Quinn and Jack were first to get onto the ice, each with a shovel to clean up some of the snow. You and Luke were soon to join them, both of you with sticks in hand. Once the ice was cleared of snow, each of you skated around for a few minutes.
You enjoyed how the ice felt as you glided around, you loved hearing the sounds of the skate against the ice. The crisp sound of the blade of your stick and the sounds of pucks moving around with it. The soft thuds of each time the blade contacted the puck and the skates carving thin lines against the ice — it was soothing.
“What are the teams?” Jack asked, looking away from the net where he was aiming his pucks at while Quinn was on net duty.
“I call dibs on Bear!” Luke hollered as he maneuvered the puck around on the ice, before passing it to you. You grinned at you received the puck, stick handling a bit before passing it back to him.
Quinn rolled his eyes at Luke’s answer, “You always do.”
Luke shrugged, not bothering to look over at Quinn, “Don’t act surprised. She’s my best friend.”
“Okay, so Jack and Quinn versus me and Lukey,” You said, skating up to Jack with speed before stopping to snow spray him.
Jack looked at you with his jaw dropped and a dramatic expression of hurt on his face, “How dare you. Now my ankles are gonna be wet.”
You raised your hands in surrender, “Not my issue.”
“You got pretty good at that, Bear,” Luke told you as he skated by as he moved away the pucks that wouldn’t be used in your game.
You smiled, “Thanks, I learned from the best.”
“I didn’t teach you that.” Jack scoffed, passing the pucks he received from Quinn to Luke.
You used your stick to lightly cross check him, barely causing him to move, “Not you, dumbass. Mrs. Ellen Hughes taught me.”
“Alright, alright,” Quinn spoke up, motioning for you, Jack and Luke to come closer, “It’s a two v. two, first to five goals wins, best out of three.”
“Prepared to get absolutely smoked!” Jack exclaimed, pointing the end of his stick to you and Luke.
“Yeah right,” Luke replied, shaking his head, “You’re about to get your ass beat!”
Quinn and Luke played defence and goalie while you and Jack mainly played offence. With Jack being significantly more skilled and better than you, but the boys never played to their full effort on days like this. Luke had intercepted a pass between Quinn to Jack, he immediately looking for you.
You tapped your stick against the ice before receiving the puck. You moved your legs to skate past Jack, doing a quick spin move that you learned from watching Quinn play, which made Jack fall over. A laugh escaped your lips as you quickly glanced backwards to see Jack getting up. Quinn was in front of you, wavering his stick in attempts to steal the puck from you before you shot the puck in the direction of the net.
ping!
“That’s in!” Luke yelled out, immediately making his way to pull you into a hug, “Good shit!”
You grinned, your arms wrapping around him as you laughed. Jack and Quinn had also made their way to hug you,
“I can’t believe you broke my ankles!” Jack exclaimed, his eyes widened, “Where did you learn how to do that?”
You shrugged, “I watched Quinn play enough times.”
Quinn beamed, his gloved hand ruffling your hair, “I’m proud. That was impressive.”
“Okay, 1-0 for us!” Luke announced, “We start with the puck now.”
The four of you continued to play, slowly adding a bit more banter and play fighting into the mix. Mainly the boys shoving each other or causing the other to trip. You and Jack were at the corner of the boards, fighting for the puck before you decided to shove him using your shoulder with some force. He moved backwards slightly, giving you the opportunity to take the puck, “Oh it’s so on Bear!” He challenged as you grinned at him.
You skated away with the puck, passing it to Luke, he shot the puck but Quinn blocked it with his stick. Luke retrieved it before giving it back to you. You skated towards the net with Jack right behind you, you didn’t see him poke his stick at an angle in attempts to take the puck. But rather causing you to trip over his hockey stick, you fell forwards as you tried to catch yourself before you crashed into the board.
Pain immediately shot up your left arm as you laid against the ice. Your right hand went to your left shoulder, holding it as heat flooded through the entire area.
“Holy shit!” Luke breathed out, already next to you and kneeling beside your crumbled body, “Are you okay?!”
You let out mix of a strangled sob and a cry of pain as you clutched your shoulder. Tears already streaming down your face from the searing sensation, Luke’s eyes glassed over as Quinn pushed him out of the way,
“You’re okay, Y/N,” Quinn told you, as his eyes scanned over you, “What hurts? Is it your shoulder?”
You nodded as another sob came out, “It hurts so bad, Quinn!”
He let out a shaky breath before sticking his hand out to you, “I know it does, Bear… but I need you to get up, okay? Can you do that?”
You sniffled, “Yeah, I think so.”
“Okay, use my hand if you need.”
You slowly sat up, your hand still holding onto your shoulder. You attempted to get onto your skates with struggles before Luke had his hands on your waist, helping you to your feet, “I got you.” He said in a soft voice.
You gave him a weak smile as you hunched over, cradling your left arm.
Quinn had his phone out, calling Mandy, as Luke guided you off the ice with a gentle hand on your back. Jack stood in his spot, still in shock of what had happened. His eyes were wide and watery, and his heart and stomach felt like the pummelled to the bottom of his gut. His heading replaying the moment you crashed into the boards from him tripping you with his stick.
“Yeah, Luke’s got her now… Okay… Yeah, I can do that… No problem… Okay, see you soon Mandy.” Quinn pocketed his phone, his hand running through his hair before noticing Jack, “I just told Mandy what happened and she’s going to meet us at the emergency room.”
Jack slowly nodded, “I- I just… You know I didn’t mean for that to happen right? I was- She just- I don’t even-”
Quinn frowned, putting an arm around his brother’s shoulder as they skated to the rink door, “Obviously it was an accident, Jack. She knows that. Don’t worry.”
“I feel so bad, Q,” Jack choked out, “I shouldn’t have done that. Did you see her face? She’s never going to forgive me.”
“She will,” Quinn reassured him, giving his bicep a light squeeze, “Bear is going to be fine and she’ll definitely forgive you. She knows you weren’t trying to injure her on purpose.”
Jack hesitated before nodding, “So, we’re going to the hospital?”
“Yeah, Mandy says she wants to know if it’s serious or not,” Quinn said as he popped open the rink door and stepped off the ice.
Luke was kneeling at your feet, taking off your skates and helping you put on your snow boots, “Does it still hurt?”
“Yeah, like a bitch,” You mumbled as he sat in the space next to you to take off his own skates. You rested your head on his shoulder, “I think I broke my shoulder.”
He frowned, moving carefully to make sure you didn’t hurt more while using him as a pillow, “I don’t think you can break a shoulder… You’ll be okay.”
“Yeah, I know… It just hurts a lot.” You sniffled, and occasional tear falling from your eye as you looked up to see Jack and Quinn there.
“I called your mom, she said that she wants you to go to the ER to get it checked out,” Quinn explained to you and he undid his skates, “She’ll meet us there.”
You gave him a small nod, “Okay.”
“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to hurt you at all.” Jack apologized, concern was written all over his face with his eyes glassy and his mouth in a frown.
“I know, Jack. It was an accident.” You said to him with a small smile, “Can you buy me ice cream as an apology though?”
He chuckled, “Yeah, I can definitely do that.”
It turned out to be a minor tear in your acromioclavicular ligament, but it didn’t need surgery which you were relieved about. Jack spent the entire time at the hospital apologizing to you profusely. The doctor told you to keep your sling for six to eight weeks and not do anything that required you to use your bad arm. Your mom took you and Luke home while Quinn and Jack went back to their home.
Luke kept you company as much as he could during your recovery. If he wasn’t at hockey, then he was definitely next to you whether it be watching a new episode of Friends together or playing chess. He made sure to carry your books for you at school, always carried your backpack to and from school, and did everything he could to make your life easier.
Kids at school started to assume the two of you were dating yet again, despite you and Luke having to tell them that you were friends just a few months before. But with Luke being next to you at all times and helping you while you were in your sling, it was hard to imagine that you two were just friends.
And Luke wouldn’t admit it to anyone, not a single person, but part of him didn’t mind that your classmates assumed that you were dating. He knew he couldn’t let a soul know that he thought of this, because it felt wrong. You were you, you were Bear, the same Bear he grew up with his entire life. But for once in his life, he saw you slightly differently than just Bear. He saw a glimpse of what everyone else saw when they looked at you. How much he loved to see you smile or how much he wanted to hear you laugh. He didn’t know what changed, but something did.
And for once, Luke finally started to understand what Jack and Quinn meant to all the times Luke had caught them talking about girls together. How Jack wanted to catch the attention of this girl he met in his math class, or how Quinn was planning on asking a girl to the movies. He understood why Jack liked going to the store to buy a girl a bag of candy or a box of chocolate, it felt nice to do something for you. Even if it was as simple as helping you pack up your bag.
Luke didn’t know what his new feelings meant, the weight that they would hold, or what the future could hold. All he knew that he didn’t see you the same way that he used to, and that you absolutely could not know about how he felt. Not after being each other’s best friend since literal birth.
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Senior year of high school was the year everyone dreamed about. You get to have homecoming, winter formal, spring fling, senior prom, and graduation. You finally get to see where life may take you, which college you will attend and the program that will take you to your future career. It’s so exciting.
But somewhat sad since Luke didn’t go to your high school anymore. Once he joined USNTDP, he began doing his schooling online starting your junior year. You had to learn how to get used to not seeing him in the hallways every day and not having someone to talk to on your drive to and from school. You’d always imagine that you and Luke would graduate together, but at least you could both attend each other’s graduation. Even if his is virtual.
Regardless, you and Luke were the same as always, despite having a hiccup in your friendship at the start of sophomore year with clashing friend groups. Turns out, it was a lot easier if you both acted like yourselves rather than trying to fit in with groups you didn’t exactly belong to. That was the only time where you and Luke went nearly four months without speaking, but you had sworn to never do that again once rekindled your friendship.
Obviously you and Luke had small arguments on conflicting views on certain situations, you both being too stubborn to admit you were wrong. But again, you both were able to move past those pretty quickly once the Mothers explained to you both how important it is to communicate, instead of shutting down.
Luke had grown up significantly during the course of high school, he’d grown taller… a lot taller, his hair had become darker naturally and lost its blonde he had as a child, and he became more comfortable with himself. He’d always been a bit more awkward growing up, often relying on you to break any kind of tension in conversation with others. But the more Luke got older, the more confident he became. Not in the cocky sense but rather a quiet confidence. You could tell in the way he carried himself, how he talked to others, and how he stopped searching for validation from people.
Despite you two not attending the same school anymore, you often found yourself driving to his house after classes to hang out with him if he was available. With both Quinn and Jack playing in the NHL, the Hughes household was rather vacant. Luke was now constantly busy with hockey, whether it be practices, team lifts, training, games, or tournaments, his schedule was packed. However, he always managed to make time for you. Granted that time was limited so it was only for an hour or two, but regardless you always appreciated it.
“Hey!” You called out, your backpack slung over your shoulder.
“In my room!” You heard him shout back. You made sure to poke your head in the living room to see if Jim or Ellen were home by any chance.
Seeing that it was only Luke who was home, you quickly made your way to his room. You pushed open his door to see him laying in bed with a cap on his head and his laptop propped up on his chest,
“Hey, how was school?” He asked you as he adjusted his position to make more room on the bed. You slid down into the empty space next to him, resting your head on his bicep,
You shrugged, “Boring as usual, everyone is talking about prom and accepting their college offers.”
“Sounds exciting,” Luke chuckled, pressing the key on his MacBook to lower the volume of his lesson, “Have you accepted any college yet?”
“No, I can’t decide between two schools.” You replied, even though you made your decision a few weeks ago when the school you’d been waiting for had offered you admission.
Luke clicked his tongue, resting his cheek against your head, “You’ll figure it out, don’t stress.”
It became normal for the two of you to cuddle like this. You and Luke loved to snuggle with each other as little kids but during the ages of eight to about fifteen, you both deemed it be weird. But after your boyfriend broke up with you at the end of sophomore year, Luke had stayed over that night to watch Disney movies with you and eat ice cream. With Luke trying to comfort you as you cried that night and your hand holding onto his shirt, he pulled you closer to his chest and you ended up cuddling for the rest of the night.
You told yourself it was strictly platonic, because there is no way that you and Luke could catch feelings for each other. You literally knew each other since you were in diapers. It’d be really weird… right?
Since your sophomore boyfriend broke up with you, you had your fair share of flings and talking-stages. Yet none of these guys seemed to last — they didn’t meet your standards. There was always something off about them and you couldn’t quite figure it out. You didn’t let it bother you too much because you had Luke, who was always there for you. Even if it meant he had to go to your school dances.
You currently stood in front of your mirror, smoothing out the front of your prom dress. A small smile adorned your face as you were finally about to experience your senior prom, a benchmark that you’ve been dreaming of since freshman year. The hundreds of photos you have saved on your Pinterest board of different dresses, hairstyles, nails, and make up looks — all led to this moment.
“Hi sweetheart,” Your mom said as she poked her head in, “Luke’s downstairs, but take your time- Oh, honey, you look absolutely gorgeous!”
Mandy walked up behind you, smiling at you in the mirror as she adjusted your necklace, “You look beautiful.”
“Thanks Mom,” You replied while playing with the ends of your hair, “I think I’m ready to head down.”
She nodded, “Ellen and I will need to take so many photos of you two!”
You rolled your eyes in amusement before following her towards the stairs, “She’s ready!”
There were shuffling of feet as you carefully walked down the stairs of your house, cautious not to trip on a step. You made it to the bottom when you looked up from the floor to see Luke standing in front of you in his navy suit with a tie that matched with your dress.
His hair looked perfect, with its curls fluffy and soft. His suit fitted him perfectly, extenuating his broad shoulders and strong arms. Luke’s cheeks were dusted pink, the tips of his ears were flushed as he looked at you.
”You look- uh, good. You look good.” Luke stammered, trying to stay his confident self while complimenting you.
“Just good?” You teased, taking in his flustered state as he cleared his voice. He brushed his hand against your arm,
“You look stunning, Bear,” He told you, this time with better composure and less stutters.
It was your turn to blush as you didn’t expect his words to cause such a reaction in your chest. You felt your heart racing and butterflies fluttering in your stomach, “Really?”
He nodded, “Truly.”
You smiled at him, the edges of your lips reaching your eyes as Luke presented to you your corsage, “This is for you, by the way.”
“It’s so pretty,” You said, your voice light as he adjusted the flower piece on your wrist, “Did Ellen choose this?”
Luke rolled his eyes, “Is it that obvious?”
You laughed, “I kept yours in the fridge, hold on.”
Luke watched as you quickly made your way to the kitchen, his eyes tearing away from the direction you left in once you turned the corner. He looked to see Mandy and Ellen both having their hand over their hearts,
“This is so sweet.” Ellen said to Mandy, who was patting away the tears at the corner of her eyes,
“So adorable,” Mandy agreed, “Our babies are so grown up.”
You returned, holding a similar flower piece in your hands, “Your boutonnière.”
Luke let out a shaky breath as you focused on attaching it to his chest. He was hyper aware of the close proximity, and concerned that you could hear how fast his heart was beating.
“Gorgeous! Now pictures, Mom needs her pictures!” Mandy ushered, using her hands to move you around to stand next to Luke, “Smile!”
Ellen and Mandy must have taken over a thousand photos, constantly changing your positions or changing the angle for better lighting — even eventually telling you two to go outside so Mandy’s garden could also be in the background. Your cheeks started to hurt from wearing the constant smile as you posed next to Luke. You prayed that your face wasn’t noticeably red from Luke having an arm around your waist, or the placement on his large hands in some of the pictures. But it was worth it because Mandy and Ellen took amazing photos that you knew you would be showing your future children one day.
And honestly, you thought that taking photos with Luke and your families was much better than the actual prom itself. Just you and Luke.
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Ellen, Jim, Quinn, Jack, and Luke all sat excitedly in your kitchen, patiently waiting alongside your parents, all of them wearing semi formal clothes. They waited to see which college you decided on right before heading to your high school graduation. You told them to stay in the kitchen as you planned on walking out with your future university’s displayed on the top of your graduation cap.
“I think she’s going to UNC,” Steven told Jim, his fingers drumming against the marble counter, “Maybe Florida.”
Jim hummed, “Lukey, you have any idea where she’s going?”
Luke only shrugged while fiddling with the sleeve of his light blue dress shirt, “I have no idea. She didn’t tell me where she was applying.”
“Any chance she’ll go to UMich with Luke?” Ellen asked to Mandy, who was ironing your grad gown.
“UMich is the best school,” Jack nodded to his mom,
Quinn lightly hit his arm, “Shut up, you never even went to college.”
“Hey, I’m just saying!” Jack laughed, “I’m kidding, wherever she wants to go will be great.”
Mandy smiled, picturing her and Ellen’s babies going from diapers all the way to college together, “It would definitely make our lives easier, but I don’t think she wants to stay in Michigan.”
Ellen sighed, her finger tracing the rim of her glass, “Understandable. As long as our girl is happy!”
“Ready?” You called out, feeling absolutely giddy as you adjusted your white graduation dress and fiddled with the edges of your graduation cap. You heard series of yeses before you took a deep breath. You turned the corner and stepped foot into the kitchen, holding out the cap with your university logo bedazzled on top, when loud cheers broke out.
Luke was first to tackle you into a hug, his arms squeezing around you while he lifted you off your feet, “No fucking way!”
You laughed as you put your arms around him, “Are you surprised?”
“Hell yeah I am!” Luke grinned as he lowered you to your feet. His eyes looking at your chosen university logo again, Luke laughing in disbelief as he took hold of your cap and admired the large M bedazzled in maize and navy gemstones filling the rest of the empty space.
“This is so exciting!” Ellen gushed as she pushed her youngest son out of the way, “Oh my babies are going to college together!”
“Good for you, Bear!” Quinn congratulated you with a big hug with Luke and Jack joining in, “Michigan is lucky to have you.”
“Oh honey, I am so proud of you!” Mandy said with a hand on her jaw, “And you won’t be too far from home! You can visit whenever you’d like! This is so fantastic!”
Your dad hugged you tightly, “My babygirl is all grown up! It’s time to head out so you can graduate!”
The crowd was loud when it was your turn to walk the stage. You could hear Jack, Quinn, and Luke hollering and cheering when your name was announced. You smiled and gave a small wave before shaking hands with your principal and accepting your high school diploma. Your parents and the entire Hughes family were on their feet as they clapped loudly as you walked off the stage.
You met them outside once the ceremony ended, hugging your parents both right when you saw them. Mandy pressing multiple kisses to your head and cheeks as she gushed how proud she was of you.
“Congrats Bear!” Jack exclaimed, giving you a single arm hugged, “Super glad you have two working shoulders when you crossed that stage!”
You rolled your eyes playfully at the mention of your previous injury, “Oh shut up.”
“I’m so proud of you!” Luke said to you as you approached him and he greeted you with open arms. You embraced him, your cheek against his chest,
“Thank you Lukey”
Ellen fished out her phone and pointed at the two of you, “I need my two little graduates to take a photo! Both of you hold up the cap, show off UMich!”
You smiled, holding up one side of your cap as Luke took hold of the other. You were still tucked into his side with his left arm around your waist as the two of you smiled brightly at the camera. You tried to ignore the electric feel of his hand holding your waist while posing for pictures. He never moved that hand as Jack and Quinn hopped in for a few pictures, then the Mothers, and then the Dads.
The Hughes hosted the graduation party in their backyard, lots of the Hughes brothers’ friends attending, many which you were familiar with and a few of your close friends joining too. Ellen went full out with getting large balloons and setting up tables with various snacks and drinks for people to enjoy.
Happiness filled the air, with celebration of achieving a milestone with all of your friends and the buzz of summer without any responsibilities being right around the corner. You were currently catching up with Jack’s friends Alex, Trevor, and Cole — who you were more than familiar with after spending multiple summers at the lake house together.
Luke stood between Quinn and Jack, as they talked about their plans for the summer. But Luke’s attention was elsewhere. He was admiring the relaxed and friendly nature that you held while chatting with the three hockey players. He could see the relief of finishing high school written all over your face, the many nights you spent studying for tests or completing assignments which all paid off. Luke was there with you on those nights whether it be on FaceTime as he kept you company while laying in bed as you flipped through pages, or when you spent the night at his house. Where you sat at his desk, typing away at your computer while Luke rewatched his performance from his previous game and studied how to improve his game.
You were happy, and he swore you were glowing with how the sunlight shined on you.
“When are you going to tell her?” Quinn nudged Luke’s side, breaking his trance. Luke’s eyes widened slightly as he turned to look at Quinn,
“Huh?”
Quinn chuckled, “Oh c’mon dude, you’ve been in love with her for years.”
Luke’s face flushed red, “I have not!”
His palms got clammy the second Quinn called him out. Luke knew he caught feelings for you ages ago, although he didn’t exactly know when. But he told himself that you would never see him the same. He buried his feelings for you to make sure that you or anyone else would never find out. Because as much as he loved you, he would rather just be your friend than to lose you.
“You don’t have to deny it,” Jack snickered at Luke’s obvious embarrassment, “We’ve known for the longest time.”
“And you two are both going to the same college, like bro you’re literally set.” Quinn added, while sipping his drink, “She loves you too if that’s what you’re worried about.”
Luke’s eyes widened even more, “She told you that?!”
Quinn shook his head, laughing under his breath, “No, but I- we can all tell.”
“I just don’t wanna make things weird or mess anything up,” Luke mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck before glancing over to you, “We’ve known each other for years and I can’t lose her.”
“You’re being so dramatic,” Jack groaned, “You’re never going to lose her unless you do something royally fucked up because you matter just as much to her.”
“You know her just as well as you know us,” Quinn told Luke, “You’ve got to feel something when you’re around her that tells you how she’s feeling.”
Luke sighed, looking back at you. Your eyes met his and you gave him a small look that was a silent message for, ‘my social battery is going and I need to take a breather’. Luke offered a small nod and his eyes flickered to the glass sliding door, “Sorry guys, hold on.” He quickly apologized to his brothers before leaving them.
“Whipped.” Jack laughed as he lowly shook his head with a small knowing smile on his face.
You had also excused yourself from Trevor’s conversation before meeting Luke by the door. He slid it opened and motioned you to go in, him following you.
“You okay?” Luke asked you softly with an hand on your lower back as the two of you walked towards the living room.
You let out a breath of relief, “Yeah, I’m okay! It’s just hot and lots of talking. I just needed to get away for a little bit.”
He wore a small smile, “Yeah I get that. Good turn out though, eh?”
You nodded, settling onto the couch, “Mhm, I’m happy everyone was able to come. I just can’t believe I’m officially done high school, like, that’s crazy to me!”
“Next stop is UMich,” Luke told you, his arm resting on the cushion behind your back as you laid your head on his shoulder, “Well, lake house summer first then we’re off to college.”
“Another adventure for us,” You sighed, relaxing into his side, “It’s going to be good, Lukey, I can feel it.”
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Cardboard boxes bumped against your knees as you shift your weight, balancing a duffel bag over one shoulder and clutching your welcome packet between your teeth. It was move-in day which meant it was hot, chaotic, and full of stressed-out parents and RAs with clipboards.
As you finally get the door to your dorm open and drop your stuff inside, a voice behind you called out.
“Need help, Bear?”
You don’t even have to turn around. You already know exactly who that voice belongs to.
“What are you doing here?” You said, glancing over your shoulder to look at him. You and Luke didn’t know which rooms you’d be in prior to move in day, so you were pleasantly surprised to see him.
Luke is standing in the doorway across the hall, holding a mini fridge like it weighed nothing. His curls were a sweaty mess from hauling his boxes upstairs, and there’s a little smile on his face, the same one he’s had since grade three when you two discovered that you would be in the same class together.
“I think we’re living across the hall from each other,” Luke said to you before he kicked his door open with his heel and disappeared into his room for a second before popping back out.
“You need any help?” Luke asked, “You know, since I have strong arms that can carry things for you.”
You wiped away some of the sweat on your forehead, “Oh shush, just because you were at the gym every day this summer doesn’t mean anything.”
Luke nodded, “Okay, let me know if you need any help though.”
“This is going to be so fun, Lukey. Living across the hall from each other.” You laughed, “We should get dinner tonight.”
“Yeah, for sure.” He nodded while shoving the doorstop under his door, keeping it open while he started to settle into his dorm.
You spent the next hour getting your half of the dorm room set up. Your roommate, Lexie, arrived halfway through unpacking with three suitcases, multiple tote bags filled with decor and multiple posters.
“I already stalked the floor on the group chat,” She confessed to you, fanning herself with a laminated packing list, “I think we’re across from some of the players of the hockey team. You know any of them?”
You hesitated slightly while halfway through folding your comforter, “Yeah, one of them.”
“Oh?” She raised an eyebrow, “Know him how?”
You shrugged, “We grew up together.”
Lexie paused, then peeked out the open door and immediately spotted Luke across the hall, UMich hockey shirt sticking to his back as he dragged a mattress topper into place.
“That’s Luke Hughes?” She whispered like he’s already a campus celebrity, “He’s on the varsity team. The girls have already been talking about him! Did you know his brothers are in the NHL, they’re like super hot!”
You snorted, shaking your heading slightly, “Gross.”
Lexie glanced between the two of you again, noticing how he gave you a small crooked smile when your eyes met, “You two have that energy, though.”
You put down your comforter and gave her a look, “What energy?”
“You know… the will they finally get together or friends to lovers but haven’t reached the lovers stage yet, kind.”
“We’re just friends,” You laughed as you turned your focus back to your bedding.
Lexie smirked, noticing how your cheeks were slightly pinker than before, “Sure, you keep telling yourself that, and I’ll keep your delusions safe under my pillow.”
Across the hall, Luke tossed a pack of protein bars that Ellen packed him into his desk drawer when his own roommate, Ethan Edwards, walked in. They met each other briefly at the hockey team’s orientation that same morning and they kicked it off.
“She’s hella cute,” Ethan said immediately, dropping his duffel bag and glancing across the hall to your door.
Luke doesn’t even have to ask who Ethan was referring to, “Shut up.”
“No, seriously,” Ethan told him, “Girl next door vibes, have you met her yet?”
Ethan chuckled to himself after, realizing the unintended pun that he had just said.
“Yeah.” Luke replied with his voice trying to stay casual, “She’s… Y/N, we’ve known each other forever.”
Ethan eyed him carefully before looking back towards your room, “Forever like ‘same elementary school,’ or forever like ‘you were in love with her before you knew what love was’?”
Luke rolled his eyes at him, “We’re friends.”
Ethan raised both of his hands in surrender, “Dude, no judgment. I’m just saying, you keep looking at her like she’s your favourite highlight reel.”
Luke scoffed and tossed a hoodie onto his bed. But he doesn’t deny it, because Ethan’s not wrong.
Later that day after hours of setting up your rooms, you and Luke ended up in the hallway again. The both of you trying to order pizza while standing on opposite sides of the hall with your doors open.
“What are you getting?” He asked, leaning against his doorframe, with his phone in hand. Luke had his hood over his head like he typically did when he was tired.
“Pepperoni for you and I got veggie, don’t judge. I don’t want to hear your slander.” You mumbled before crossing the short distance to stand next to him. He put his arm around your shoulders as you peered over to look at his phone screen.
“I’m judging a little,” Luke chuckled as he scrolled through his reels, “That’s not real pizza.”
“Says the guy who puts pineapple on his,” You shot back, referring to the night he had requested Hawaiian pizza at the lake house before everyone started to flame him.
“Oh shut up,” He said, drumming his fingers against your shoulder, “That was one time, plus it’s really not that bad. You gotta give it a chance.”
“You’re insane.” You smiled up at him which he returned. Somewhere in the middle of the light and playful teasing, a silence settled, not necessarily awkward. More so the realization that you and Luke were officially living alone and outside of the protection of Jim, Steven, Ellen, and Mandy. You were adults now. You could do whatever you wanted, no one else really knew you two or the history the two of you had. You were just Y/N and he was just Luke. You both felt it, even if you won’t say anything about it.
You stay relaxed at his side, “Is your roommate nice?”
Luke nodded, “Yeah, his name is Ethan. He’s from Canada and he’s really cool, I think you’d get along.”
You hummed, “I’m so hungry.”
“It’ll be here soon, Bear,” Luke reassured you.
You and Luke were quick to fall into a comfortable routine that involved going to classes, him going to practice and team lifts, while you went to study at the library. College has been great, you loved your campus and all of your classes. You loved how you and Luke got to experience it together. He had introduced you to his teammates, Ethan, who you met already, Mark, Dylan, and Mackie. You got along great with them, given how you were used to hockey players from growing up with the Hughes and meeting all their friends. You would study together, attend his games, go to frat parties on the weekends, and grab meals together. It was different in comparison to high school, but a good different. You liked being able to spend so much time with Luke, he was your person after all. Around him, you could be yourself completely.
The late-night quiet of the dorm was comforting and peaceful, if you could ignore the muffled sounds of people laughing and talking down the hall. The clock on the wall ticked softly as you sat at the desk in Luke’s dorm room, your laptop open on one end of his desk, the glow of the screen lighting up the mess of papers and pens across the desk.
It was a familiar scene, one that you encountered on a regular basis. Luke, leaning back in his chair, looking over notes with an expression that could be described as borderline failing miserably but I’m drafted to NHL so my grades don’t really matter. You, on the other hand, are buried in your textbooks, trying to keep your concentration intact while you explain concepts for the tenth time.
You were used to this role, the one where you’re always the one to hold things together academically. But something about this time feels different. Maybe it’s because the room is so quiet, or maybe it’s because of the way his gaze drifts toward you, like he’s waiting for the right moment to say something more than ‘help me with this’.
You glanced over at him, and he caught your eye. His lips quirked up into a lazy smile, the one that always managed to make you forget what you were thinking about.
“You look like you’re prepping to solve cancer or something,” He teased, his voice low but playful, as though the joke is the only thing keeping him from drowning in the pile of chemistry notes in front of him.
“Prepping for not failing,” You corrected him with a shrug, before writing down the answer to a problem in your notebook, “Which is more than I can say for someone whose flashcards say ‘thingy that explodes’ instead of ‘combustion reaction.’” You tried to keep your tone casual, but the playful jab has an edge of affection to it.
Luke looked down at his flashcards and groaned, “Hey, it works for me. You don’t see me freaking out over these equations.”
He picked up one of his cards, glancing at it with a concentrated expression, “Okay, so what’s this one again? The thing that goes boom?”
You suppressed a smile, rolling your eyes as you leaned closer to his side of the desk. “You’re hopeless,” You said, taking the card from his hand and flipping it around to show him the correct answer.
“I’m not hopeless,” He replied, dragging his hands down his face and across his jaw in an exaggerated motion. You gave him a small look while lowly shaking your head.
“I’m just… misdirected.” Luke told you while he held up his hands in surrender, mock-pleading, “Come on, save me from myself. Teach me how to actually learn this.”
You can’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. Despite the fact that he’s one of the most athletically gifted people you’ve ever met, the way he struggled with academics was almost endearing.
“You know,” You started slowly, inching your chair closer to him, “You could probably ace this stuff if you paid attention to class and not only focused on hockey. I mean, you’re not stupid, Lukey.”
He raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying your words, “Yeah? Try telling my chem professor that.”
“Your professor is a walking disaster,” You told him with a light chuckle, “And we both know that.”
Luke laughed, shaking his head as he leaned back in his chair again, “Yeah, she does tend to go on tangents in lecture. But you’re the one who actually gets this stuff. Seriously, though, how do you do it?”
You blinked at him, unsure of what he meant, “How do I- do what?”
“Get it all,” Luke repeated, waving his hand around the room as if the entire weight of your life hangs in the air. “School. Your friends. Family. Everything. You make it look easy.”
Your heart tugged at the sincerity in his voice. You knew Luke admired you in some way, but hearing it spoken out loud is different. It makes you want to say something, anything, because for a brief moment, you forget about the textbooks and the flashcards. All you can think about is him, sitting across from you like he’s waiting for some grand answer to his question.
You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, “I don’t make it look easy,” You told him softly, “I just… I don’t let myself think about it too much. I just do it.”
Luke studied you carefully for a moment. You catch the way his eyes lingered on your face, just a fraction too long for it to be a casual glance. He looks like he’s weighing his options for next words, unsure if he should continue this line of conversation or pull back into the comfortable space the two of you built over the years.
Before you can speak again, Luke cleared his throat and straightened his posture, his playful grin returning, “Well, at least someone here has their life together.”
You can’t help but roll your eyes, “Okay, Mr. 4th overall NHL draft pick.”
His eyes had an unfamiliar glint in them when he looked back at you, his eyes flickered over your features before he turned back to his notes. Your breath caught in your throat as you tried to focus on the study materials in front of you. You’re both avoiding the unspoken tension that’s been building between you for weeks now, maybe since the lake house. The tension that’s simmered under your friendly interactions, the flirty banter that’s lingered just a bit too long in the air, the subtle touches that became normal between the two of you.
You glanced at him, and he caught you again. This time, his gaze softened for just a second before he stood abruptly, breaking the moment. “Alright, alright, I need a break. Let’s go get something to eat or something, does ice cream sound good?”
You blinked, surprised at the abrupt change in his energy, but you nodded, “Yeah, sure. Ice cream sounds good.”
Luke pushed himself out of his chair, stretching out his limbs from sitting too long before he grabbed his hat and placed it over his curls that have grown since the start of the school term. He goes to the door and holds it open for you. You follow, but your mind was still tangled in the brief flicker of vulnerability that passed between you just seconds before. You wonder if he felt it too, or if it’s just you. But either way, you’re both pretending it doesn’t matter.
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The music is too loud, the kind of bass-heavy, thumping beats that vibrated through your chest. The floor is sticky beneath your shoes, and the air smells like spilled drinks and sweaty bodies. It's the usual college frat party vibe, fun, chaotic, a little messy, and everyone trying to forget about the homework that hung over them like an invisible blanket.
But you don't want to be here. Not really. The only reason you're even at this party is because Lexie convinced you to go, “Loosen up," She said to you while getting ready in your shared bathroom, "Get a little wild, do it for the plot, and it's the weekend."
She’d been pulling at you like that lately, trying to get you to flirt, to have fun. Especially after you told her that you and Luke are strictly friends and will never be more than that. Lexie could see how the built up tension between you and Luke recently has been bothering you, even though you refuse to do anything about it. Every time you spend time with it, the tension thickened where the two of you are both walking on a fine line between staying the same way you’d always been since babies, or maybe exploring something more. At least, that’s how you felt, no matter how much you tried to shove down your feelings.
And tonight, it’s not just that your gaze was drawn to him. It was something else, a sense of jealousy that settled in your chest when you saw him with her.
Luke.
And her.
The blonde. You don’t even know her name. But it didn’t matter. She’s the one hanging off his arm, where you usually stood, she was laughing way too loud at something he barely said. The way she leaned in close, fingers grazing his chest, tilted her head in that practiced way that’s designed to pull guys. You feel like you’re watching something that shouldn’t be happening.
Your stomach tightened as you forced yourself to focus on Dylan and Ethan, the guys from Luke’s hockey team, who were currently talking to you. They were talking, but you’re not really listening. Dylan’s words are a blur, the sounds of his voice blending into the background of your thoughts. All you can think about is Luke being across the room, standing too close to that blonde, his body language open, laughing at something she’s said.
Ethan frowned as he noticed the change in your behaviour. He’d become a close friend while being Luke’s roommate and teammate, meaning that you two had spent decent time together, “You okay?” He asked you over the loud music, his eyes flickered towards Luke’s direction.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” You shrugged, attempting to stay unbothered by Luke and the girl but ultimately failing to hide that from Ethan.
You’re aware that it’s petty and that you shouldn’t really care. He’s allowed to have a life, to talk to whoever he wants. But a part of you, the part that’s been pretending for weeks that you’re okay with just being friends, wanted to scream. Part of you wanted to make him notice you, wanted to pull him away and show him how ridiculous this all feels.
You don’t. Instead, you shift uncomfortably, nodding along with Dylan’s joke, but it’s hollow. You laughed only because it feels like the right thing to do while you tried to distract yourself. It was obvious you’re not really paying attention to anything around you.
And then, of course, you met his eyes. His blue eyes.
Across the crowded room, through the colourful lights and the haze of smoke from people’s vapes and pens, your eyes locked. For a split second, time seemed to slow down. It’s just Luke. Just you. And the rest of the world is a blur. You swallowed hard, unsure of what he was thinking. His face doesn’t show surprise, but there’s a flicker of something in his eyes.
Then the moment’s over, Luke doesn’t look back at you again. Instead, he turned his attention back to the blonde, who laughed louder than before, and you feel something sharp twist in your gut. You forced yourself to look away, forcing yourself to stop thinking about how things used to be so simple between the two of you. How his attention used to be yours, how you didn’t have to share him with anyone other than his brothers and your parents.
Later into the night, when you’re getting another drink, you spot him across the room again. This time, he’s watching you. There’s no mistaking it, you could feel his eyes following your movements. His gaze is fixed on you, his expression was unreadable, but you can feel the weight of it on your skin. But you don’t go over to him and you don’t approach. You just stand there for a moment, breath caught in your throat, before you walked away.
You’re not sure how to feel, a part of you wanted to scream at him for even looking at her the way he does. For laughing with her and ditching you at a party. For acting like the last few months when it was just the two of you, sitting together in dorm rooms or late nights at the library, talking about everything and nothing, hadn’t been real. But another part of you, the one that really knows him, tells you it doesn’t mean anything. He’s just doing what he’s always done: being Luke. Being charming. Being the guy who has the drawing confidence that pulls people towards him without him even trying.
But then why was it hurting so much?
You hated the part of you that feels possessive, the part that wants him all to yourself. You never felt this way before, you always knew that he was there for you no matter what. You never had to worry that he would put someone else before you, because it had always just been you and Luke. Disregarding your previous boyfriends, Luke was always there to support you, keep you company, and to comfort you.
Does he even see you the way you see him?
You’ve never been good at saying what you feel, not when it matters or when it comes to big emotions like the ones you’ve been feeling. Maybe it’s better that way. Because if you let yourself admit what’s been building inside you for months, maybe it would destroy everything. Or maybe it’s already too late for that. Now, more than ever, you really wished that you could sit down with your mom or even Quinn to get their advice.
The week after the party feels like walking through fog. Everything is there, but it’s hazy, unclear, the edges softened by an almost unbearable sense of distance. You told yourself that it’s just because you’re both busy studying, he had hockey practices, socials that you don’t really want to go to, but feel obligated to attend. But the truth, buried beneath all the distractions, is that the distance is because of him. You’d been pushing him away because you were scared, after feeling the strong jealousy at the party and seeing him with another girl in his arms, you were scared. You still spent time with him but you kept a small distance, shorter responses, calculated laughs, and avoiding any intimate moments with him.
Luckily, Luke knew you and he kept his distance from you. He knew that you must’ve been going through something, but he wouldn’t pressure you into telling him. He knew you would come around eventually, so he let the distance between you two grow.
Every time you pass him in the hall, the hollow ache in your chest grows stronger, and no matter how much you try to bury it, the jealousy, the longing, it’s always there, just lurking beneath the surface. You see him in the distance, talking to a group of his teammates, laughing too easily with them, and for a moment, you can almost convince yourself that it’s just a harmless crush and how it’s just a phase that will pass. But you know better.
The sharp pangs of something more make it hard to breathe.
He’s so close, and yet, he's always so far away.
You can’t pinpoint exactly when it happened, when your feelings started shifting, when the walls you’d built to protect yourself started to crumble. Was it that first time he looked at you, really looked at you, like he saw you as something more than just his friend that he grew up with? Or was it the countless nights, sitting together in his dorm room, laughing over different stupid things, sharing moments you never let anyone else see? Maybe it’s the way his hand brushed against yours, a casual touches that sent your heart into overdrive, or the way his gaze lingered on you just a second too long when he thinks you aren’t looking that made your skin heat up.
The worst part of all of it, was that he seemed so unaware of it and of you. Of the way you’ve been falling for him, little by little, while he remained oblivious to the quiet chaos building inside you. And now, for the first time in your life, you’re not too sure how to act around him. You couldn’t just go back to being the friend you’ve always been, treating him as the same little blonde Lukey that you knew since you were in diapers, because he wasn’t the same as back then. You both grew up, with him becoming an elite hockey player that everyone knew on campus and you were just his childhood friend. But the thought of telling him what had been slowly eating away at you, felt like the most dangerous thing you could do. The risk of losing him completely terrified you.
Tonight was no different, you’re sitting in the library, the soft hum of the fluorescent lights overhead barely enough to drown out the thoughts that were racing through your mind. The place is nearly empty, except for a few scattered students, their heads buried deep in their textbooks. You’re across from Luke again, his hockey gear bag sprawled carelessly beside his chair, his legs stretched out under the table as he typed away at his phone.
You hated how easily he could just turn off everything. He has this ability to compartmentalize, to separate the world from what’s happening in his head. He’d been like this for a while now, confident, composed, a natural at deflecting whatever chaos might be around him.
And you... you’re sitting here, fully aware that the only thing you can focus on was him. How his hair falls over his forehead, how he had been letting his curls grow out, how his shoulders slumped slightly in the chair, how he seemed so at ease even when everything feels like it’s falling apart for you.
Your eyes drifted over to him as he put down his phone, leaning back in his chair with a small sighing exhale. His blue eyes meet yours, and for a brief moment, you wondered if he could see what you were feeling. But he just smiled at you, that easy, carefree crooked grin that he’s always had since he was a toddler. The one that makes your heart stutter and skip a couple of beats.
“You’re awfully quiet today, Bear,” Luke said, his voice low, but playful. He doesn’t seem to notice how much his words sting, how much it hurts to hear him act like everything is fine when it’s anything but.
You nodded, forcing a smile, “Just trying to get through this stupid twenty page reading, you know how it is.”
He laughed softly, the sound was familiar and comforting. However, there’s a sense of something off in his tone, a subtle edge to it that caught your attention, “I don’t know how you do it, with studying all the time and putting your life into school.”
Your chest tightened at the words, you wonder if he even saw what you’re really struggling with. How much you’re holding back just to keep up the act and how your recent hyperfixation on studying was only a way to avoid confronting your feelings.
“You’ve got other things to worry about,” You told him, forcing the words past the ball in your throat, “I mean, like being the best hockey player on campus?”
Luke smirked, a glimmer of pride flashed in his eyes, “I guess so, but I’m pretty sure that doesn’t count as an academic achievement. I’m lucky that my best friend is also my personal tutor.”
You raised an eyebrow, trying to match his playful energy, but inside, you’re a mess. You wanted to tell him that it’s more than that, that you’re not just his best friend. But you don’t. You can’t. Not yet.
Instead, you settled into the silence between you, putting your focus back to your textbook, since it’s all you can do to keep your hands from shaking. He’s sitting there, so close, but it feels like miles of space is between you.
As if by some cruel twist of fate, you saw her again, the blonde. The same one from the party. She walked into the library, head held high, and as she passed your table, not even glancing at you as she offered him a flirtatious smile. He grinned back, a little too easily.
Your stomach clenched with the kind of discomfort you can’t ignore bubbling up, an unspoken reminder of everything you had been avoiding. You tell yourself it shouldn’t matter, that he’s allowed to talk to whoever he wanted, that you don’t have a claim over him. But the jealousy still crawled up your throat, and it was thick and suffocating.
You looked away, pretending to focus on your MacBook, but all you could think about is how easily she can just walked into his world, how easily she could claim a piece of him, a piece of the person you’ve always tried to protect.
For a moment, you hated her. You hated how effortlessly she fits into this world that’s always felt just out of reach for you. How she didn’t have to worry about ruining a lifelong friendship and being able to have him as something more. You hated that you wanted to be the one who gets to talk to him like that. To have him look at you, like you were the only girl to walk the Earth.
The walls you had been building this time were crumbling, and the worst part was that you told yourself that it was all your fault. That you let yourself get this attached and that you let yourself care. But the more you saw him with other people, the more you realized that you didn’t even know who you were when you’re not with him. You didn’t know how to be just his friend anymore.
You wanted to say something, and you wanted to reach across the table and tell him everything you had been holding inside. You wanted to tell him how much it was hurting you and how it was slowly breaking you to pretend like you don’t care. But you couldn’t, not when you’re on the edge of something that could ruin everything.
You and Luke walked back to your dorms that night, in a comfortable silence. The February snow falling slowly and landing on your hair, “You okay?” Luke asked you, even though he knew you wouldn’t give him a truthful answer.
“Yeah,” You mumbled, “Just been tired lately.”
He nodded slowly, “You’ve been a bit distant lately, you sure you’re okay?”
You hummed, “Just midterm stress getting to me, you know.”
Luke sighed, running a hand through the mess of his curls, “Okay, just cut yourself some slack and don’t overstres yourself, Bear”
“I know, Lukey.”
You said your goodnights before entering your dorm, you relaxed into your bed after getting ready for the night as you pulled out your phone and dialling the number to the person you’d been meaning to talk to, he picked up after the second ring.
“Hey, Quinn,” You mumbled, “I hope I didn’t catch you at a bad time.”
He chuckled, “No, you’re good. I’m just making dinner right now, what’s up?”
You sunk further into your mattress, holding the phone to your ear, “Just need to talk to someone with emotional intelligence.”
“You okay?” He asked you, you could hear the tinge of concern in his voice, “Is this about Lukey? Or is there some other guy that I don’t know about”
“It’s about Luke,” You said, almost a wave of relief in your voice from finally being able to talk to Quinn, “I think I’m falling hard for him, and he’s been kind of seeing this other girl that he met at some party. And it’s been kinda killing me.”
You could basically hear the frown in his voice, “Lukey’s been talking to another girl?”
You hummed a small response, “She’s really pretty.”
“That doesn’t sound right,” Quinn told you with amusement laced in his voice, “There’s no way Luke is actually talking to a girl who isn’t you.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“I’m not supposed to tell you this but he’s had the biggest crush on you for years, he’s just been too scared to do anything about it,” Quinn chuckled, “I promise you that you have nothing to worry about, Bear, you both need to just take the leap of faith.”
“I just don’t want to lose him, Quinn,” You confessed to him, “He’s literally my other half, I don’t know who I would be without him.”
“And he feels the exact same way about you,” He reassured you with the same comfort in his tone that he always had when talking to you, “It will work out, Bear. Don’t stress yourself too much over it.”
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The night air was crisp, a slight chill that bit at your skin, but it’s not uncomfortable. Not when you’re wrapped in Luke’s UMich hockey hoodie that was a few sizes too big for you, the sleeves swallowing your hands, the faint scent of ice and detergent still lingered on the fabric. You sat on the same bench outside the Yost Arena, the one under the flickering streetlight. It’s always a little unreliable, flashing once before settling into its usual steady glow. The rink itself is quiet now, save for the hum of campus around you, like the calm after the storm of the game.
You spotted Luke before he saw you, his large duffel bag slung over his shoulder, curls damp from the shower, cheeks flushed from the adrenaline of the game. There’s always an energy about him after a game, restless, electric, but tonight it’s different. Something else is weighing on him, and you could feel it, even from where you sat.
He didn’t notice you right away. His eyes scanned the area, distant, lost in his thoughts, until they finally landed on you. He hesitated for a second before his usual crooked half-smile appeared, but it didn't quite reach his eyes this time.
“You made it,” He breathed out, his voice softer than usual.
You nodded with a small teasing grin, “Did you think I wouldn’t? I always come to your game, Lukey. I have to come support my favorite idiot.”
He chuckled, dropping his bag beside the bench near your feet, “Yeah, but I wasn’t sure you’d come with the stress you’d been going through,” His eyes glanced to the ground for a moment, then back up to you, something in his gaze shifted, “You know, with midterms and being distant lately,”
You feel your chest tightened at his words, you’ve wondered for a while now if Luke’s had noticed you pulling away. How you were like a thousand miles away and lost in your own thoughts, even when he’s sitting right next to you.
He tried to ignore it, but it’s been hard. It’s like you have been retreating into yourself, and he didn’t know how to reach you. He worried that it was something that he did to you even though he couldn’t exactly put a finger on it… Until it sunk in, how he had been hanging out with that blonde since the party and how he caught your eyes from across the room and how he saw the wave of hurt wash over your face. How he had been spending time with that girl while you buried yourself in studying, just so that you could help him understand the class material better.
“I came because I still care,” You said quietly, the words spilling out before you can stop them.
You’re not sure what you expected, but this didn’t feel like the conversation you had in mind when you showed up tonight, only expecting the typical small conversation about his game as the two of you walked back to your dorms like normal. The nervous energy that hung between you both is palpable, and you wonder if he could feel it too.
He ran his hand through his curls while he looked away, his jaw tightened, “I don’t know what’s going on with me and you lately,” He admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
You nodded slowly, the knot in your stomach tightening at his words, “I’m not sure if you felt it too but things between us have been changing,”
Luke looked at you again, his expression was unreadable, “I never meant to push you away or hurt you by talking to that girl, I just-” He hesitated, as if he’s weighing his next words in his head, “I didn’t know how to deal with everything I’ve been feeling and I didn’t want to risk hurting you or anything or losing our friendship.”
His words left you breathless, you knew that you had been distant because of your own feelings and you remembered what Quinn had told you over the phone but hearing him say it out loud makes the weight of it sink in.
You tried to shake off the sudden rush of emotions in your chest, “For whatever it’s worth, I’m still here and been next to you since we were born,”
Luke’s eyes softened, and he gave you that small smile that had always been reserved for you, the one that has always made your heart race. He sat down beside you on the bench, close but not quite touching..
“Thanks for being here,” He murmured, “I don’t deserve it, not after putting you through that.”
You smiled, pulling the sleeves of his hoodie further over your hands for extra warmth from the chills of March, “You don’t have to deserve it, I’m here because I want to be.”
For a long moment, the two of you sit in silence, the only sound is the soft rustling of branches in the breeze. You tried to ignore the tension between you, but it’s hard to shake. Luke seemed lost in his own thoughts, his gaze fixed on the stone path ahead of you two.
Out of nowhere he spoke up again, his voice low but steady, “There’s this moment, right before a face-off,” He said, the familiar intensity in his voice, “Everything goes still. The crowd, the pressure, even your own thoughts. It all just kinda… locks in. You know something big is about to happen, like you can feel it.”
You looked back at him, your heart suddenly racing. His blue eyes are intense, focused, but there’s something vulnerable about him tonight. He’s not the confident hockey player you’ve always known. Tonight, he’s just Luke, the same Luke that carried your backpack every day when you injured your shoulder, the same Luke that held you while you cried after being broken up with, and the same Luke that saw you for the first time in your prom dress.
“That’s how I feel right now,” Luke continued as his voice was soft and barely above a whisper.
The words hit you harder than you expected, you’ve never seen him this serious, you don’t breathe while you held the air in your throat.
He shifted, turning to face you fully, “We’ve been in each other’s lives forever, like since literal birth. You were there before the skates, before the first team tryout, before I ever touched a puck. You've seen every part of me, even the parts I wanted no one else to see,” He hesitated, his eyes never left yours, “And somehow, you stayed.”
Your heart was pounding, but it’s not from confusion or fear. It’s from something else, something you’re not sure you’re ready for, but it’s here, it’s real.
“I don’t know when exactly it changed,” Luke told you before taking a deep breath, “But I know what it is now and I think I’ve known for a while and I can’t keep pretending it’s not there. I love you, Bear. And not like a best friend, not like someone who’s always been around. I love you in the way that terrifies me, but also makes complete sense in my head. Like it is what I was made for.”
You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. His words leave you breathless, and the world around you seemed to stand still. You’ve known Luke for so long, but at this moment, everything became so real. All the emotions and feelings that you had been running away from, shoving down, all of it came surging at once.
As if the words aren’t enough, he leaned in closer to you with his voice barely above a whisper, “I’m yours. Always have been, yours truly.”
The moment hangs in the air, and for a second, you didn’t know what to say. The weight of everything he’s said, the vulnerability, the emotions, and the truth pressed in on you. You finally found your voice, your words soft and filled with a mix of affection and disbelief,
“You really are an idiot,” You said with slight amusement in your tone. Luke furrowed his brows in confusion, and you laughed, a soft and relieved sound, “I’ve been in love with you since you let me wear your jersey in freshman year of highschool and then acted like it didn’t mean anything,”
His eyes widened in disbelief, “Wait, what?”
“You thought you were the only one feeling like this?” You grinned, leaning closer to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, “I’ve been waiting for this moment for years.”
Before he could respond, you kissed him.
It’s slow at first, like both of you are testing the waters, unsure but sure at the same time. Luke’s hand curled around the back of your neck, pulling you closer, like he’s afraid to let you go. The kiss deepened and it’s messy, but it’s everything.
When you pulled away, your head spinned from the intensity of it. You rested against his shoulder, his arm easily slipping around your waist.
“Took you long enough, Lukey,” You teased but with affection.
He chuckled softly, his face buried in your hair, “Yeah, but I figured it out, didn’t I?”
And just like that, the world falls into place. The quiet is no longer waiting. It’s where you were always meant to be. The cold still lingers in the air, but it no longer matters. You’re wrapped in the warmth of Luke’s arms, his presence filling the space between you both in a way that makes everything else feel irrelevant. For a few moments, you simply sit there, letting the silence wrap around you like a blanket. The world feels far away and quieter now that the uncertainty that had been chewing away at you had been stripped away.
Luke’s arm is loosely around your waist, his thumb tracing slow, steady circles on your side. His warmth radiating onto you, and you wonder if you’ll ever be able to pull away. The rush of everything that’s just happened is still swirling in your chest, but there’s something calming about being here with him now, like this was the only place you were meant to be all along.
“You’re quiet,” Luke mumbled after a while, his voice low and a little rough, like he’s still processing everything too, “I didn’t expect you to- well, I didn’t expect that after my game.”
You chuckled softly, your head still resting against his shoulder, your heart fluttering at the realization that he’s with you like this, “What? You thought I’d just sit here and let you confess your undying love without me saying anything?” You joked, but the words feel different now. More genuine and more real.
Luke shifted slightly, his face turning toward yours. The seriousness in his gaze hasn’t gone away, but there’s something softer in it now,
“I don’t know. I didn’t think you’d feel the same way. I didn’t think you’d ever feel the same way.”
You pulled back just enough to meet his eyes and your hands found his, intertwining your fingers together. His touch grounded you like always, even when everything around you is shifting.
“Of course I do, Luke,” You replied, “I always have.”
He looked at you like he’s seeing you for the first time, like he’s trying to make sense of it all. There’s a quiet relief settling on his features, and it makes your heart ache in the best way possible.
“I’m not gonna lie,” He said after a long pause, his thumb lightly stroking the back of your hand, “I’m scared. I’ve always been scared that if I let myself get too close, I’d screw it all up.”
You smiled, the warmth spreading through your chest as you squeezed his hand, “You’re not the only one. I literally had to call Quinn about this, I’ve been terrified of this too, Lukey. But I think… maybe we’ve been scared of the wrong things all along.”
His brows furrowed in confusion, “What do you mean?”
“I mean, we’ve been so afraid of messing things up that we’ve missed what’s been right in front of us. We’ve had all this time together,” You chewed the inside of your cheek as you tried to find the right words, “And yet, somehow, we’ve always been too afraid to take the next step.”
Luke’s gaze softened, and he pulled you closer, wrapping both arms around you, “I don’t want to mess this up, either. I don’t want to lose you.”
You rested your forehead against his, the closeness, the rawness of the moment pulling at something deep inside you, “You won’t lose me, Luke. You’re not going to. But we can’t keep pretending this thing between us isn’t real. It’s been real all along. Even when we’ve been scared. Even when we’ve been apart.”
He let out a long breath that seemed to release some of the tension he’d been holding. He kissed the top of your hair, “I’ve been such an idiot,” Luke mumbled.
You laughed quietly, looking up at him again, “Better late than never, right?”
Luke chuckled, the sound light and easy. It’s the first time in what feels like forever that you’ve heard him laugh without the weight of everything else hanging over him, “Yeah. Better late than never.”
But then, his expression grew serious again, and he pulled back slightly, still holding you but looking at you with that intensity that you’ve come to recognized as the Luke who can’t hide his emotions, even when he tried.
“I’ve been thinking about going home this weekend,” He said, almost hesitantly, “I don’t know if it’s a good idea, but I need to get away for a bit. Just to clear my head. But I want to be honest with you, more than I’ve been in a long time.”
You nodded, understanding where this is going, “You’re planning on leaving?”
He bit his lip, clearly conflicted, “I think I need to. But I want you to know, this… like us, it’s not going anywhere. I don’t want to go home and leave things unsaid between us. I need to figure out… well, a lot of things. But not because I want to walk away, I just- I don’t want to mess this up, not when it’s finally real, I just need time.”
You reached up, cupping his face in your hands to urge him to look at you, “You won’t mess this up, Luke. Not with me. I know it’s scary, but we’ll figure it out. We always have. And if you need to go home, then go. But I hope you know that I’m here for all of it.”
Luke glanced at you for a moment, his eyes searching yours, and then he nodded, the weight of the conversation settling in. He pulled you into another hug, it’s firm and comforting. The embrace is a promise of things unspoken, of a future you both want to build. When you pulled back, your faces are still close, your breath dancing in the cold night air.
“Just come back to me,” You whispered, your voice barely above your breath.
“I will,” He promised, his forehead resting against yours, “I’ll always come back to you.”
The days after Luke’s confession feels like a quiet storm brewing. You’ve spent days texting back and forth, trying to find a rhythm again, but the distance he’s always hinted at is still there of being scared to commit to the full thing. He’d gone home for the weekend, as he said he would, and though you’re not surprised, it still feels like a void where his presence used to be.
You think about him often, about the way he held you under the dim glow of that streetlight, his words raw and honest in a way that shook you to your core, “I’m yours. Always have been. Yours truly.” You catch yourself grinning at the memory of it as his confession has been playing on a loop in your head since that night.
You sat in the small study area of your dorm, trying to focus on your biology textbook but found your mind wandering instead. It had been a few days off since the game. Your notes feel like a blur, and every text from Luke feels like a thread pulling you both back into a tangled mess of uncertainty. He’d become distant again, but this time, it felt different. He was holding back, not because of fear, but because he’s not sure how to navigate this new version of the two of you together. It bothered you a bit of how you two finally confronted your feelings but how Luke was so quick to run away from facing the future.
The door to your dorm opened and you looked up to see Lexie, your roommate, standing there, leaning against the frame with a look of amusement on her face.
“You okay?” She asked you, her arms crossed over her chest.
You forced a small smile, “Yeah, just studying.”
She raised an eyebrow, a small smirk playing on her lips, “Are you really studying? Or are you staring at your phone and thinking about someone in particular?”
You laughed softly, your cheeks flushing. “Okay, maybe a little of both.”
Lexie stepped fully into the room and letting the door shut behind her, she sat across from you at the small desk.
“I hate to be the one to say it, but you’re both really not being subtle right now.”
“I’m just…” You trailed off, trying to find the right words, “I’m trying to figure out what this is, you know? I mean, we’ve been friends for literally forever and now things are different, but it’s not like I can just jump into a relationship. Not with everything that’s already happened.”
Lexie watched you closely as her eyes softened, “You’re both clearly so in love with each other, it’s almost painful to watch. Seriously, you said you’ve felt this way towards Luke since high school, and you two have been all flirty since we moved in. I don’t even know how many times he’s been here or you being in his dorm. What’s the hold-up?”
You sighed, running a hand through your hair, “I don’t know. I think we’re both still scared, Lexie. I mean, Luke’s been distant again and even though I get it, it’s hard. We’ve never been in this territory before.”
“I get it,” She told you, “But listen, don’t waste time. I can tell you this from watching you two since September, it’s been like eight months now: you are each other’s person. And sometimes the right person doesn’t make it easy, but they’re worth fighting for.”
The weekend passed slowly, Luke texted you a couple of times, letting you know he’s just spent time with Ellen and Jim, and how Mandy had stopped by to visit for a bit. He seemed distracted, but he assured you he was coming back soon. You responded, but each message feels like it’s adding more distance instead of closing the gap.
When Monday finally rolled around, you found yourself walking to Yost almost on autopilot. Your heart beated quicker with each step, you knew he was back today, but you’re not sure what to expect. What do you say after all the unspoken things that hang between you both?
You saw him before he saw you, like always. Luke stood by the rink, talking to one of his Mark and Mackie with his hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie. The moment your eyes met, something shifted. His posture straightened, and his expression softened, but there’s a hesitance in his movements. Like he’s unsure whether to close the distance between you or keep his distance just a little longer.
When you walked up to him, he greeted you with a small smile, his voice laced with a little bit of uncertainty, “Hey, Bear.”
“Hey,” You replied, you paused for a moment, unsure of where to go from here. It felt like you’re both treading carefully, afraid of stepping on the wrong thing, “How was home? How are Ellen and Jim?”
“It was good, they’re good and said they missed you,” He said with his tone flat, “Just needed some time, you know?”
You nodded, a knot forming in your stomach, “I was worried about you.”
Luke looked at you, there’s a flicker of something in his eyes which you couldn’t quite read, “I didn’t mean to make you feel like I was pushing you away,” He admitted quietly, his hands now out of his pockets, rubbing the back of his jaw awkwardly, “I just… I needed some space to think about everything, about us.”
You swallowed hard as you tried to steady the storm of emotions rising inside of your chest, “Luke… I get it, but you can’t keep pulling away like that. We both know we can’t hide from this anymore.”
He hesitated, then stepped closer to you, his eyes searching yours, “I don’t know how to make it right. I don’t know how to fix everything I’ve screwed up.”
You reached out to him and placed a hand on his arm, mainly to ground him and maybe to ground yourself, “We don’t have to fix everything right away. But we can start with being honest with each other. No more hiding. No more pretending we’re not scared.”
Luke exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair in frustration, but there’s a shift in him, something opens up in the way he looks at you, “I don’t want to mess this up again. I don’t want to lose you.”
“You’re not going to lose me, I’ve said this to you before,” You told him, your voice firm and steady now, “But you can’t keep pushing me away, Luke. We’re both here. We’ve always been here.”
He stepped closer, the space between you both shrinking until his breath mingled with yours.
“I’m scared,” He said to you with raw honesty in his voice striking you in a way that makes your heart squeeze, “But I’m willing to figure it out. I’m willing to try, if you are.”
You smiled softly, your chest fluttered at his words, “I’m always going to be here for you, you know this.”
And for the first time in a long while, you feel like you’re finally both on the same page, facing the unknown together. Whatever happens next, you know this, this is real. The days after that conversation feel different and almost lighter. The weight of everything unspoken seems to have shifted off your shoulders, and though the air between you and Luke is still thick with emotions, it’s a good kind of tension now. No longer is it the uncertainty of what could be; it’s the anticipation of what will be.
You saw him more now around campus, on the rink, in the dining hall and every interaction, no matter how small, felt charged with something new. Every glance lingered just a little longer, every smile felt a little deeper. Luke was trying, and you’re starting to believe in him again.
It was a Saturday afternoon when it finally happened. The weather is crisp, with the kind of chill that bites at your cheeks but feels refreshing on the skin. You sat on a bench near the Yost arena, waiting for Luke to finish practice. Your phone buzzed in your hand, and you glanced at the screen to see a text from him.
Lukey: Meet me outside in 10? I have something to say.
Your stomach fluttered with the sudden nervous excitement that you’ve been trying to suppress all day. You typed a quick response,
Bear 🧸: is this a “big talk” or more of a “let’s just hang out” thing?
You don’t expect him to reply fast, but less than a minute later, another message from him popped up.
Lukey: It’s big. So I guess we’ll see if you’re still willing to hang out with me after I say it.
Your heart skipped a couple of beats. You tossed your phone in your tote bag, standing up as you tried to shake off the nerves. A part of you wants to believe it’s going to be something good, but you can’t shake the uncertainty creeping in. What if it’s not what you think?
You don’t have to wait too long before you spot him walking towards you. Luke’s dressed in a sweatshirt, his hockey bag still clinging to him, his eyes locked on you like he’s been waiting for this moment too. When he reached you, there’s no hesitation in his movements. He stepped forward and pulled you into a tight embrace before you could even speak.
“Hey Bear,” He said, his voice softer than usual, “Are you by any chance still mad at me?”
You chuckled and shook your head, “I’m not mad at you.”
“You sure?” He questioned and pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, his brow furrowed in that worried way.
“Yeah,” You replied as you smiled at him, “Just trying to figure us out.”
He nodded, exhaling like he’s been holding his breath. There’s a pause, a moment of silence that feels like it stretched for just a little too long, before Luke took your hands in his, holding them firmly, like he’s not going to let go until he’s said everything that’s been weighing on him.
“I’ve been thinking a lot lately,” He begins, his voice steady but quiet, “About us. About what happened before I left. And I’ve realized that, all this time, I’ve been too scared to admit it,” He hesitated, swallowing hard before looking at you, “That I want you. I want this with you. No more pretending.”
You could feel your heartbeat against your chest, the words you’ve been waiting for, hoping for, finally spilled from him. You tried to meet his gaze, but it’s hard with your heart pounding so loudly you felt like he could hear it.
“I don’t want to hide anymore,” Luke continued, his hands squeezing around yours, “I want to be with you, for real,” He finished, the words slipping out with a kind of finality that makes your heart soar, “No more playing games or playing it safe, no more holding back.”
You blinked a couple of times as his words sank in, your chest full of emotions you can’t name. Your heart swells with relief, with joy, and with a kind of peaceful certainty that you never thought you’d get.
He stepped closer to you with his face inches from yours now. He paused, looking at you with a softness that’s unlike anything you’ve seen in him before.
“So,” He said with a slow smile forming, “Will you be my girlfriend? I know it’s a big question, but I’m hoping you’ll say yes.”
Your heart skipped a beat. The word you’ve been waiting to hear. The official title. And all you can do is smile because, in that moment, nothing else matters.
“I’ll say yes,” You answered with a firm voice but filled with all the joy you can’t contain, “Since it seems to matter a lot to you.”
Luke grinned and rolled his eyes playfully, his hands slipped to your waist as he pulled you into a kiss for the first time since the two of you had initially confessed your feelings. It’s soft at first but then, as if something inside both of you clicked into place, it deepens, the kiss becoming more urgent, more sure, like this is the moment everything shifted. You’ve both crossed that line, the one between friendship and an official relationship, and neither of you were planning on looking back.
When you pulled away, breathless, Luke rested his forehead against yours, “I can’t believe we’re finally doing this, after everything.”
“You’re not the only one,” You mumbled, your hand resting on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart, “But I’m glad we are.”
The weeks after you and Luke officially got together are nothing short of magical. Every day feels like you’re discovering a new piece of him, and he’s doing the same with you. It’s not the whirlwind passion that you see in movies, it’s more like two best friends who’ve found their way back to each other in the most perfect of ways. It’s soft, slow, and steady.
On a lazy Sunday afternoon, you find yourselves in his dorm room. You’re sprawled across his bed, watching some random movie that neither of you really cared about. His arm is wrapped loosely around your waist, and every now and then, his fingers lightly brushed against the bare skin of your side. It’s a touch so gentle it could’ve been accidental, but it sends a shiver of warmth through you every time.
Luke’s got a half-grin on his face, eyes flickering back and forth between the screen of his laptop and you, “You’re not even paying attention,” he teased.
You rolled your eyes but didn't move to correct him, “I’m watching, I swear.”
“You’re really not,” He paused the movie and turned to face you, his hand resting on your hip, pulling you just a little closer, “What’s your favorite movie then, and why are we not watching it?”
You laughed, glancing at him, half-cocked in mock exasperation, “You know that my favourite movie is Tangled, but we’ve already watched it this week. We’re not doing that again.”
He narrowed his eyes, “We could watch it again. I wouldn’t mind seeing you quote all the lines before the characters do.”
You raised an eyebrow, “Are you implying that I’m predictable?”
“No,” He replied, grinning wider now, “I’m saying you’re adorable.”
You felt a warmth spread through your chest at his words, and without thinking, you moved closer, your lips brushing lightly against his. It’s a soft, quick kiss, the kind that doesn’t need words. Just the closeness, the quiet moment between two people who’ve found their way to each other and are content in this simple intimacy.
He pulled away just barely, his smile never fading, “You know, I’ve been thinking…”
“Uh-oh. That’s never good,” You teased before you laughed.
“Very funny,” He deadpanned, “No, seriously. I think I’m falling for you all over again.”
Your stomach did a few flips in your gut, “What do you mean ‘all over again’?”
He chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, “I mean, I’ve been in love with you since high school, but somehow, even though we’re finally together, every day with you feels like the first time I’m falling for you all over again.”
You smiled softly. “You’re really something, you know that?”
“I try,” He said before a sudden burst of confidence he added, “But seriously, I’m falling in love with you every single day, whether you notice it or not.”
You laughed softly, leaning your head on his shoulder, “I think I notice. In every little thing you do.”
Luke pressed play on his movie, his fingers skimming your sides but he could feel your gaze on him,
“You’re staring at me,” He told you, not even looking up away from his screen. He doesn’t need to, he knows you too well.
“I’m not staring,” You replied, trying to hide your smile, “I’m just… admiring.”
His eyes flickered down to meet yours, “Admiring what, exactly?”
“You,” You said with your voice quieter now, “Everything about you and how easy it is to love you.”
His expression softened and for a moment, he looked a little caught off guard. But then the corner of his mouth curls up in that signature crooked grin, “You’re gonna make me blush,” He teased, though there’s a glint of emotion in his eyes that you don’t miss.
“I’m just being honest.”
“I like when you’re honest,” He mumbled, “You’re the only one who really gets me. And it feels like you always have.”
You stared at him, taking in his curls that were once blonde fall over his forehead, his blue eyes that felt like home to you.
“God, I’m so in love with you,” He whispered and in this moment, with him holding you close, you know that love is made of the smallest, sweetest things.
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You’ve never seen Luke look so relaxed.
One hand is loosely resting on the steering wheel, the other draped over the center console, fingers gently tangled with yours. The road stretched ahead in long, lazy lines of sun-drenched pavement, the kind of empty two-lane highway that hums like summer itself. His truck windows are rolled down, the breeze warm against your skin, carrying the scent of pine and wildflowers.
Your feet are tucked up on the seat, his hoodie wrapped around you despite the heat. You’re not cold, you just like how it smells like him. His cologne, the faint trace of detergent, the lingering scent of the rink, even now.
“You know we still have two more hours of this, right?” He said as he glanced over at you with that slow grin that made your stomach flip in the best way, “You’re gonna be sick of me before we even get to the lake house”
You scoffed, leaning your head against the window, still holding his hand, “Impossible. I have life long experience with putting up with you.”
“Putting up with me?” He faked offense, “I’ll have you know I’m a delight.”
“You snore.”
“You drool.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, “That’s a low blow.”
He squeezed your hand gently, “Just keeping us humble.”
You laughed as you settled deeper into the seat. The playlist you made together is shuffling through songs, some throwbacks from high school, some new favourites, and a handful that make both of you smile because they only make sense to the two of you. You hummed along to one of them, and Luke started to tap the steering wheel in rhythm, occasionally stealing glances at you like he can’t believe you’re real.
It’s been three months since you got together, even though it has felt so much longer. Since that night under the flickering streetlight outside the Yost, where he finally told you he was yours. And somehow, things haven’t just stayed good. They’ve grown. You’ve grown together. The rhythm you’ve fallen into felt easy now, almost natural. Like every version of your friendship would always just lead to this.
“So,” You started, glancing sideways at him, “You think the Mothers are going to be weird about us sharing a room?”
He raised a brow, “Jim let me start using the truck when I was sixteen. I think they trust us.”
You smirked, “They shouldn’t.”
He laughed with his tone being deep and genuine, the kind of sound that makes your chest feel lighter, “You’re a menace.”
“I’m your menace,” You replied.
That shuts him up in the best way. His smile lingered but his eyes softened, and his hand tightened around yours again. You don’t need him to say it, you could feel it.
The miles roll on like memories stitched together, stopping for gas at some random station with sticky floors and surprisingly good coffee, singing loudly and terribly to the songs on your playlists, and debates on whether hot dogs count as sandwiches. He tried to distract you each time you attempted to read the GPS on his phone, and you retaliated by playfully swatting his exploring hands away. At one point on the drive, he pulled over on a scenic overlook just so he could kiss you under the blue summer sky.
Eventually, the trees start to thicken, the air shifting from sun-warmed highways to something cooler, quieter. The lake isn’t in sight yet, but you can feel it and smell it in the pine needles and the earthy scent of the woods. It feels like the world is exhaling, and you’re part of that breath.
You looked over at him again, and for a moment, you didn't say anything. You just look. He has a faint sunburn along the bridge of his nose. His curls are messy from the wind but tucked away under his cap that he always wore. His t-shirt fitted his muscular chest and arms deliciously, and his mouth was curved in a quiet, content line. He looks so perfectly Luke.
“What?” He asked as he glanced at you.
You shook your head, “Nothing. Just… happy.”
His thumb brushes over your knuckles, “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Luke doesn’t look away, “Me too.”
There’s a long, warm silence that follows, the full and comfortable kind that only exists between people who know each other’s rhythms down to the pause between words. You reached over and pressed a kiss to his shoulder, then rested your head there, letting the hum of the road and the quiet promise in his voice settled around you like a blanket.
Luke’s truck rolled slowly up the winding driveway, tires crunching over the familiar gravel path that leads to the lake house tucked deep in the woods of northern Michigan. The air smells like pine needles and sun-warmed water, like every summer memory you’ve ever had stitched into one quiet, golden moment.
You spotted the house just beyond the clearing, same soft blue siding, same sagging porch swing, same wind chimes dancing in the window. But today, everything feels more alive, because this time, you’re showing up not just as his childhood best friend.
This time, you’re coming as his girlfriend.
And both your families already know it, they saw the pictures you had posted on your Instagram.
The truck came to a gentle stop, and Luke killed the engine. He glanced sideways at you with that half-crooked grin that still makes your stomach flutter.
“You ready?” He asked you softly.
You nodded, “Are you?”
He exhaled, then smiled wider, “Yeah. Kind of feels like the end of one story and the start of the one we were always meant to be in.”
Before either of you can open your doors, the front screen door slammed open with a bang.
“They’re here!” Ellen called out with her voice familiar, warm, and joyful.
She’s already moving across the porch with her arms wide, your mom just a few steps behind her, equally glowing.
“My girl!” Ellen beamed as she pulled you into a tight hug that smells like lilacs and lemon and like the childhood you’ve known, “You finally made it.”
“You act like I haven’t been here every year since I was five,” You laughed, burying your face in her shoulder.
“But this is the first time you’re showing up with my Lukey’s hand in yours,” She whispered, pulling back just enough to look at you, “It’s about time, sweetheart.”
“I’m not crying,” Mandy said behind Ellen, “I’m just so happy.”
You turned to hug her too, both of you laughing through the swell of emotion.
Jim and Steven come down the steps next, grinning like they’ve already had money on this (which all the parents did). They shook Luke’s hand, clapped him on the back, and pulled you both into what can only be described as a team huddle.
“Welcome back, Bear,” Jim said to you, “Your room’s still upstairs unless, of course, you two are bunking together now?”
“Dad!” Luke choked out which made everyone laugh at his bright red cheeks and ears.
“Don’t worry,” Your dad added, “We all knew this was coming. Your mothers started planning your wedding back in grade ten.”
You groaned and hid your face in Luke’s shoulder while he muttered, “We should’ve eloped.”
The door bursted open yet again and Luke’s brothers came storming out, both already shirtless and halfway through their beers.
“Look who finally figured it out!” Jack yelled, arms wide as he pulled you into a hug.
Quinn fist bumped Luke and then pulled you into a hug, “Happy for you guys.”
“Seriously,” Jack grinned, “The entire family knew this was coming before you two did.”
You glanced at Luke, who was just standing there, hand in yours, cheeks still flushed, watching everyone welcome you like they always have, but now with a tinge of celebration. Because this has always been the hope. The quiet, patient maybe someday that lived in the hearts of everyone who watched the two of you grow up side by side.
By the time the sun was low on the lake and dinner’s sizzling on the grill, you were barefoot on the back deck with a glass of lemonade in one hand and Luke’s fingers loosely twined through your other. Both families are mixed around the kitchen and patio, all joking, retelling old stories, stealing glances at the two of you that are so full of affection it almost knocked the air out of your lungs.
Later, when the stars came out and the lake smoothed over like glass, you and Luke sneaked away down to the dock. The same dock you’ve both jumped off a thousand times as kids. The same one where, last summer before the two of you moved to UMich, he nearly told you how he felt before backing out.
He sat beside you with an arm around your shoulders, the night humming soft and easy.
“Feels like this was always waiting,” He said quietly, pressing a kiss to your temple.
You nodded while resting your head against him, “Feels like home.”
And from the porch behind the two of you, your parents and his, laughing over glasses of wine, watching the stars and admiring how the two of you sat on the dock together, they always knew the ending.
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The atmosphere is electric. The crowd’s energy is a living thing, a pulsing mass of anticipation, and you can hardly believe you're standing here. The sound of the crowd, the flashing lights, the energy in the arena, it’s all so much bigger than you imagined. It’s real, and you’re here for it. For Luke.
It’s his first game in the NHL, and you’ve never been more proud of him. The guy you’ve known since birth, who had always dreamed of this moment, was finally living it. You still couldn’t quite wrap your mind around it. Luke, in the big leagues even though Jack and Quinn were already in the NHL. It felt like only yesterday you were with him as he practiced on the ice in his backyard with Quinn and Jack, where they were dreaming of this exact moment.
Your heart beated faster as you glance around the arena of the Prudential Center, the excitement practically buzzing through the air. The rink is perfectly lit, the ice shining beneath the lights, the players skating in warm-ups as the crowd cheers, eager to see the first puck drop.
You spotted Luke on the ice, skating effortlessly, with his new red jersey rather than the maize coloured one that you grew used to. His number, forty-three, stood out proudly on his back. You couldn’t help but smile, a deep sense of pride swelling inside you.
“You okay?” Ellen asked you, giving you a nudge as she watched you watch him.
You blinked and laughed softly, still a little in awe of the scene, “Yeah, just trying to believe this is real.”
She grinned, “I bet, he looks like he’s in his element.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so focused,” You admitted with your eyes never leaving him. There’s something about seeing him out there, doing what he’s always loved, that makes you feel like your chest might burst with pride, “He’s been working his whole life for this.”
“I bet it’s a little surreal for you, huh? Seeing him in the NHL after everything you’ve been through?”
You glanced at her, trying to find the right words, but all you could do was nod. It is surreal. But there’s also something comforting about it. This is Luke. The same person who used to steal your snacks and drag you into late-night study sessions. Now he’s here, in the NHL, and he’s still your Luke.
Before you can say anything more, the arena erupted into cheers, signaling the start of the game. The lights dimmed, and the announcer’s voice rings through the speakers, introducing the teams. You stand at the edge of your seat, trying to steady your breathing as the players line up. Your stomach flips with nerves on his behalf.
“Number forty-three, Luuuuuke Hughes!” The announcer called out, and the roar of the crowd was deafening.
Your heart skipped a beat, your hands instinctively clasping together as you cheered with everyone else. Luke skated onto the ice, looking confident in his gear, but his eyes were searching the crowd. And when he found you, your heart stopped.
He gives you a small, almost imperceptible smile, his eyes locking with yours across the rink. In that instant, the whole arena fades away, and it’s just the two of you. He’s here, doing what he loves, and you’re here, cheering him on like you always promised you would.
You couldn’t help the overwhelming wave of emotion that crashed over you. This is his dream, and you’re living it with him.
The game begins, and the action is intense. The sound of skates carving across the ice, the thud of sticks on the puck, the roar of the crowd, it’s all part of the symphony of professional hockey, and you’re right in the middle of it. The energy in the arena is electric, and yet, you find yourself focused solely on Luke.
Every time he touches the puck, your heart sped up. Every time he makes a good play, you can’t help but cheer louder. And every time he glances over to where you’re sitting, a little smile creeping onto his face, you feel a warmth spread through your chest, a reminder that no matter how far he’s come, he’s still your Luke.
It’s nearing the third period, and the game is close. The tension could be cut with a knife, and you’re on the edge of your seat. The Devils are ahead by one goal, but the other team is pushing hard. You can see the sweat on his forehead as he skated up the ice, determination in his eyes. He’s everywhere on the rink, fast, sharp, and focused. He’s in his element, and it’s breathtaking.
And then, with a swift pass, the puck lands right on Luke’s stick. There’s a fraction of a second where everything feels suspended. Time slowed down, and all you could do was watch him. You knew he’s about to make something happen. You knew he’s about to score.
The crowd goes silent in that split second. Then, as if on cue, Luke releases the puck with a clean shot, sending it sailing past the goalie and into the back of the net. The arena exploded in cheers.
You jump out of your seat, your hands clapping and your throat screaming with excitement. The announcer’s voice echoes through the speakers, “Goal by number forty-three, Luke Hughes!”
You watched as Luke skated back to his teammates, his eyes searching for you again. When he sees you, he gives a small wave, his smile widening. It’s like he’s found you in the chaos of the game, and that makes your heart swelled with happiness.
The game ended with the New Jersey Devils winning, and the crowd was on their feet, applauding the team’s victory. You feel like you’re floating, the adrenaline from the game mixing with the joy of seeing Luke’s hard work come to life.
After the game, you managed to get down to the lower level, waiting for him just outside the locker room. You’re still buzzing with excitement when the door swings open, and there he was sweaty, tired, and but grinning from ear to ear.
He spotted you almost immediately and, ignoring the stream of reporters and fans, made his way toward you.
“You were amazing,” You breathed out, your voice catching in your throat as you took him in.
“Couldn’t have done it without you here,” He told you as he pulled you into a hug, his arms strong around you as he lifted you off the ground in a moment of pure joy, “You know how much this means to me, right?”
You nodded against his chest, not trusting yourself to speak for a moment. His success was your success. This victory isn’t just his, it was yours too. The years of support, the quiet moments, the late-night phone calls. You had been with him every step of the way, and now, you get to see him standing here, living his dream.
Finally, you pulled back to look at him, grinning up at him through happy tears. “I’m so proud of you.”
Luke’s eyes softened, and he brushed a strand of hair out of your face, “You’ve always believed in me.”
“Of course I have,” You said with your voice thick with emotion, “And I always will.”
He leaned down, kissing you softly, the taste of victory still fresh on his lips. In this moment, with the roar of the crowd still echoing in your ears and the world around you seemingly quiet, this was exactly what you waited for in life and Luke Hughes was yours truly.
SUMMARY: college is loud, hockey is louder, but loving you is the quietest thing luke hughes knows. you never miss a game — even when you’re buried in a textbook, you’re there, and he always finds you. always.
it’s loud in yost, but it always fades when you’re here.
you’re tucked into your usual spot — second row above the tunnel, middle of the left-side bleachers. tucked into your coat, legs curled beneath you, textbook open in your lap. your highlighter’s already uncapped, but you’ve read the same line four times and haven’t processed a word.
because he’s on the ice.
and even with twenty other boys out there in motion, it’s always him you see first.
luke skates like he’s breathing — effortless, smooth. his helmet’s not even on yet, hair pushed back, cheeks pink from the cold. he’s not looking at the puck in front of him. he’s scanning the stands.
and you know he’s looking for you.
he always does.
you don’t call out. you don’t wave. you just wait, your fingers brushing the page in your lap, until you feel it — that soft thrum in your chest when his gaze finally lands on you.
he doesn’t smile right away. he just looks, like he needs to make sure you’re really here. like maybe he’s been holding his breath since he stepped onto the ice, and now he can finally let it go.
then the corners of his mouth tug upward. slow. sweet.
you smile back, lifting your hand with the tiniest wave. your coat sleeve falls past your knuckles, and luke tilts his head just barely, like he’s memorizing you all over again.
you don’t need to hear him to know what he’s thinking.
there you are.
his stick taps once against the boards as he skates past your section. his teammates are all focused on drills, but luke’s barely trying. he takes a shot, recovers the rebound, and still glances up again before he circles around.
it’s like clockwork now. second nature.
every warm-up, every game. he finds you. and once he does, it’s like he doesn’t have to try so hard anymore. he just plays. he just is.
you pull your hoodie sleeves over your hands and try to study, but your heart’s full and fluttering and warm. it always is when he looks at you like that. like you’re the calm in all this chaos. like you’re the only thing in the building that matters.
and maybe you are.
because later, when he’s drenched in sweat and his legs ache and the locker room’s heavy with silence, he won’t be thinking about the blocked shots or the power plays. he’ll be thinking about how you looked in the stands.
cross-legged and soft. his name on your hoodie. your fingers curled around a highlighter and your smile pressed into the quiet.
the game was brutal.
not the kind with fists or blood or fights whistled dead before they start — just long. relentless. every shift was a battle, every line change late, every play tighter than it needed to be. luke skated hard, blocked shots that rattled through his ribs, pushed and pushed and still walked off the ice feeling like it wasn’t enough.
and now, he’s not thinking about tape or stats or locker room talk. he’s thinking about the tunnel where he knows you’re waiting. he’s thinking about you.
you’re waiting in your usual spot, tucked just outside the player’s exit, pressed into the concrete wall with a giant textbook in one hand and a gatorade in the other. your sleeves are pulled down over your knuckles and your cheeks are pink from the cold, but your smile lifts the whole hallway the second you see him.
he’s in a hoodie — not showered, still flushed and slightly sweaty, his hair pushed back and curling wrong. but you don’t care.
you never care.
he walks straight into your space and leans into you like he needs to — like he can’t carry the weight of the night by himself anymore. like your arms are the only place he knows how to land.
you shift your book, wrapping your arm around him, letting him drop his full weight into your side. his forehead presses to your shoulder, and you feel him breathe in deep. deeper than he’s breathed in hours.
you press a kiss to the side of his face. then another. and another. soft little kisses — your lips brushing his temple, his cheekbone, the warm edge of his jaw.
he doesn’t move. doesn’t say a word.
he hums quietly against your skin, “feels better than anything ever.”
his fingers curl into the hem of your hoodie, and you giggle a little at how dramatic he is — all this over a few kisses and a bad game.
you pull back just enough to see his face, and your hand slips into his hair, ruffling it gently. it’s damp and soft and wild under your touch.
he lets out a breath, finally lifting his head.
“thank you,” he says, voice rough.
you smile, holding the gatorade out to him. he takes it with one hand and laces the fingers of the other through yours.
“can we go back to your dorm?” he asks, like he’s not already halfway there in his mind. like he doesn’t already live in your space more than his own.
you don’t even hesitate. “obviously.”
he gives you a tired little grin, squeezes your hand, and starts walking. hoodie still clinging to his back, hair a mess, gym bag slung over his shoulder, eyes softer now that you’re beside him.
you follow, textbook hugged tight to your chest, your hand tucked safely in his.
you don’t let go as you leave the arena. you never do.
your textbook is heavy in your arm, digging into your side with every step, but you don’t really care. not when luke’s walking beside you like this — hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands, his fingers laced with yours in the space between you, gentle and sure.
his grip is warm. grounding.
he’s quiet, but not in a bad way. just tired. you can feel it in the way his shoulder brushes yours every so often, like he’s leaning without realizing. in the way his thumb keeps brushing over your knuckles, slow and repetitive.
you look over at him. his hair’s still a little damp, pushed back under his beanie. his cheeks are flushed from the cold, but his expression is soft now. not frustrated anymore. not tight. just calm.
“you okay?” you ask, even though you know the answer.
he hums. “better now.”
you squeeze his hand, your lips tugging up at the corners. “i don’t know why you ever doubt that.”
he shrugs. “sometimes the game just gets loud. but you make it quiet again.”
you don’t say anything — you just lean into him a little more, textbook digging into your ribs again, but it’s worth it.
he keeps you close the entire way. makes sure you’re on the inside of the sidewalk. pushes the door open to your dorm building even though your hands aren’t full. doesn’t let go of your hand until you’re inside the elevator, where you finally set the book down against your hip and rest your head on his arm.
he smiles down at you.
“shower?” you ask, already fishing your key out.
he nods. “quick one. promise.”
“no such thing with you,” you tease, unlocking the door and stepping inside first, flicking the lights on with your elbow.
he’s already tugging his hoodie off before the door even clicks shut behind you, mumbling something about your shampoo as he disappears into the bathroom with a towel.
you sigh, smiling to yourself, and start making everything perfect.
the room is already warm, but you turn the heater up anyway. you fluff the blankets, move the pillows to the side he likes, plug his charger in next to your bed. fold the hoodie and shorts he left last time in case he wants them. light your little lavender candle — just for a few minutes, just enough to make the room smell like something soft and calm.
you change into your sleep shirt and fold up on the bed, legs crossed, your textbook tossed to the desk. you know you’re not reading tonight. you never really do after his games. but having it there makes you feel like you’re still in your routine, like the world hasn’t completely shifted just because your boyfriend takes up all the space in your heart.
he comes out ten minutes later in his boxers, face pink, hair damp and curling at the ends, a towel slung around his neck and your heart in his hands.
“smells good in here,” he says softly, voice still a little raspy.
“anything’s better than the locker room.”
he snorts, drops his bag onto your chair, and crawls onto the bed like he belongs there. because he does.
he pulls you into him without thinking, wrapping an arm around your waist and dragging you across the sheets until you’re tucked under his chin, your legs tangled with his.
his skin is still warm from the shower. your blanket falls over both of you like a promise.
“you okay?” you ask again, this time whispering it into his collarbone.
he nods, kissing the top of your head. “you make it better. always.”
you smile against his chest. “that’s my job.”
“your job is being the smartest girl on campus,” he mumbles.
“that too,” you say, laughing quietly.
he tilts your chin up, brushes his nose against yours. “thank you for being there tonight.”
“i’m always there.”
“i know,” he says. “that’s why i can breathe.”
you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, and he sighs like it’s the best thing that’s happened to him all day. maybe it is.
he pulls you even closer, your chest pressed to his, one arm slung over your waist, his legs tangled with yours, his face pressed to the side of your neck.
“your bed’s comfier,” he mumbles, already halfway asleep.
“because i wash my sheets?”
“no,” he says, lips brushing your skin, “because it smells like you.”
and you smile — slow and sure — because there’s nothing else in the world you’d rather be.
featuring ⬩➤ nico hischier x female wife!reader ft their two kids
genre ⬩➤ fluff
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You wake before the sun does.
The house is still wrapped in that soft, quiet hush that only exists in the early morning hours—when the world feels paused just for you. Nico’s warmth is still beside you, his arm draped loosely over your waist, breath steady against your shoulder. He murmurs something in Swiss German in his sleep, brows twitching like he’s chasing a puck even in his dreams.
You smile to yourself.
Today is his birthday.
Carefully, you slip out from under his arm, easing yourself from the bed so you don’t wake him. The floor is cool under your feet as you pad into the kitchen, already mentally running through everything you want to make. This morning isn’t just any breakfast—it’s his breakfast.
Swiss German. Comforting. Familiar to the pair of you.
You tie your hair back, pull out the ingredients, and just as you’re about to start, you hear tiny footsteps behind you.
“Mama?”
You turn to see Isabelle standing in the doorway, hair a soft, messy halo around her face, wearing her oversized Devils hoodie that nearly swallows her. At seven years old, she already has Nico’s dark eyes and your smile.
“Hey, Izzy,” you whisper gently. “What are you doing up so early, love?”
She rubs her eyes and pads closer. “Is today Papa’s birthday?”
Your heart melts instantly.
“Yes, it is.”
Her face lights up like you just told her it’s Christmas. “Can I help?”
“Of course you can.”
She climbs onto one of the stools, legs swinging as you walk her through simple tasks—stirring batter, handing you ingredients, carefully sprinkling sugar like it’s the most important job in the world. You make rösti, warm bread, eggs just the way Nico likes, and a spread that smells like comfort and home.
Soon enough, another small voice joins the morning.
“Mama?”
Luca toddles in, clutching his stuffed devil plush under one arm, curls sticking up in every direction. At five, he is all energy and excitement, especially when it comes to his father.
“Papa birthday?” he asks, already bouncing.
“Yes, meine liebe. Papa’s birthday.”
He grins, wide and toothy. “I gonna say happy birthday loud.”
Izzy giggles. “Not yet. Papa’s still sleeping.”
Breakfast is ready just as Nico finally wanders into the kitchen, hair messy, eyes sleepy, wearing one of his old practice shirts. He pauses when he sees the table.
“Oh,” he breathes, switching into Swiss German without even thinking. “Was ist das??”
You smile softly. “Happy birthday, my love.”
The kids yell it at the same time—Luca does say it loud—and Nico laughs, pulling them both into his arms, kissing the tops of their heads.
“This is perfect,” he says sincerely, eyes meeting yours over their heads. “Thank you.”
You all sit together, the morning slow and warm. Nico eats like he hasn’t had a proper breakfast in years, praising everything, stealing bites from your plate, translating little bits of Swiss German for the kids while Izzy listens like it’s a secret language just for her.
Eventually, he sighs, glancing at the clock.
“I still have morning skate,” he says reluctantly. “But I’ll be home right after.”
“We know,” you say gently. “Go. We’ll be here.”
He kisses you long and slow, then bends down to hug the kids again. “Be good for Mama.”
“We gonna decorate!” Luca announces proudly.
Nico laughs. “I can’t wait to see.”
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The second the front door closes, the house explodes into energy.
Balloons are everywhere—blue, white, shiny, matte. Izzy carefully tapes streamers while Luca insists on blowing up balloons himself, cheeks puffing dramatically. Two large blue balloons with 27 float proudly in the center of the room.
You move between them and the kitchen, baking the cake—chocolate, his favorite—while something rich simmers on the stove for dinner. You’ve invited the whole Devils crew. WAGs, kids, laughter. It’s going to be loud and full and perfect.
By the time the door opens again, the house smells like home and celebration.
“Papa’s home!” Izzy squeals.
He barely gets the door shut before Luca launches himself forward.
“PAPA!”
Nico catches him easily, spinning him around while Izzy wraps her arms around his leg. He laughs, breathless, eyes already soft with happiness.
“Hi, meiner kinder,” he murmurs.
He turns to you next, pulling you into a kiss that feels like grounding, like coming home after a long road trip.
“Something smells incredible,” he says.
You grin. “Go change into something nicer.”
He raises a brow. “Why?”
“For pictures,” you say casually. “Birthday pictures.”
He shrugs, smiling. “Okay.”
The moment the bedroom door closes, the house shifts into panic mode.
Everyone arrives quickly—teammates filing in, quiet laughter and soft chatter filling every corner. The living room is packed. Kids crouch behind furniture. Someone kills the lights.
The bedroom door opens.
“Okay, I’m ready—”
“SURPRISE!”
The lights flick on, cheers erupt, and Nico freezes.
His mouth drops open.
“Are you—” He laughs, stunned, eyes darting around the room. “Oh my god.”
You step forward, smiling through the chaos. “Happy birthday.”
He crosses the room in three strides and kisses you deeply, hands warm on your waist. “You did all this?”
“For you,” you whisper.
Dinner is loud before it’s even officially started.
The long dining table barely fits everyone—you had to add an extra folding table at the end—and even then, chairs are pulled close together, kids perched wherever there’s space. Blue-and-white napkins are scattered everywhere, and the smell of the food you spent all day cooking hangs warmly in the air.
Nico stands at the head of the table for a moment, watching it all like he’s afraid it might disappear if he blinks.
“This is insane,” he mutters, shaking his head with a fond laugh. “You invited everyone.”
You brush past him with a tray. “You only turn 27 once.”
Jack Hughes grins from his seat, already halfway through stealing a bread roll. “Correction—he turns 27 once. We eat like this whenever we can.”
“Jack,” Nico warns weakly, but he’s smiling too hard for it to land.
Jesper Bratt raises his glass. “Before we eat, I just want to say—happy birthday, kapten.”
There’s a chorus of agreement around the table.
“To our Nico!”
“To the Captain!”
“To the guy who still beats us in conditioning!”
Nico rubs the back of his neck, embarrassed. “Okay, okay—can we eat before you all make this worse?”
You finally sit beside him, and he immediately reaches for your hand under the table, thumb brushing over your knuckles like it’s instinct.
Luca climbs into Nico’s lap, clutching his fork. “Papa, Mama made your favorite.”
Nico looks down at him, softening instantly. “She always does.”
Izzy leans across the table. “I helped.”
“You did?” Luke Hughes asks seriously.
She nods proudly at the taller player. “I stirred and didn’t spill.”
“That’s very impressive,” Nico says, pressing a kiss to her hair. “Best helper.”
Across the table, Dawson Mercer nudges Timo Meier. “See? That’s why he’s like this. Dad energy.”
Timo laughs. “Explains the calm.”
Jack snorts. “Explains why he goes to bed at ten.”
“Hey,” Nico protests. “That is not—okay, sometimes.”
Plates are passed around—heaping portions, seconds immediately offered. Someone compliments the food loudly.
“Oh my god,” Amanda Markstrom says, pausing mid-bite. “This is ridiculous y/n.”
“Marry her,” Nicole Laud adds, pointing at you with her fork.
Nico looks at her with his boyish grin. “Already did.”
The table erupts in laughter.
“You’re lucky,” Jonas Siegenthaler says to Nico, nudging his shoulder. “Not just the food. All of it.”
Nico glances at you, eyes soft, then at the kids laughing together down the table. “Yeah,” he says quietly. “I know.”
Later, when desserts are being cleared and drinks poured, Jack stands up again, tapping his glass.
“Oh no,” Nico groans immediately. “Please don’t.”
“Too late,” Jack says, grinning. “Speech time.”
You squeeze Nico’s hand as Jack looks around the table.
“Look, we joke a lot,” Jack starts, uncharacteristically sincere, “but Nico is the kind of guy who makes it easy to show up every day. He leads without being loud, cares without making it weird, and somehow manages to be both our captain and everyone’s favorite dad.”
Nico hides his face in his sons hair.
“And,” Jack adds, pointing at you, “we all know none of this works without you. So—thanks for taking care of him. And for feeding us.”
“Yeah!” several voices agree.
Nico exhales slowly, then stands, pulling you with him.
“Okay,” he says, voice steady but thick. “I don’t do speeches. You all know that. But… thank you. For being here. For being part of our lives.”
He looks down at Luca, who, Nico now notices, has fallen asleep against his chest, then at Izzy leaning into your side.
“This,” he says softly, gesturing around the room, “this is my favorite place to be.”
You lean into him, heart so full it almost hurts.
The night continues with laughter, kids drifting to sleep in random corners, teammates sprawled comfortably like family rather than guests. And through it all, Nico keeps finding excuses to touch you—to kiss your temple, squeeze your waist, press his knee against yours under the table.
Day 24: Tie Me Up Like I'm Surprised ⭒ Jack Hughes
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Characters: Jack x fem!reader
Kinktober prompt: Bondage/Anal
1,937 words
Warnings: NSFW 18+, p in v, unprotected sex, oral (both receiving), squirting, riding, fingering, anal play, pegging, toys (vibrator dildo), restraints (rope and cuffs), breast play, orgasm denial, both switching roles, light choking, multiple positions, multiple rounds, spanking, face riding
Yours Truly: This is a little messy and all over the place to be honest. It just somehow ended up being a 2 in one thing, I was already too far gone writing, so I'll just change the prompt. Enjoy!
Taglist: @regu1ar-huh @bellaciao0
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THANK YOU!
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The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast warm shadows across the spacious bedroom in Jack's apartment. Jack, star of the New Jersey Devils, days were filled with intense practices and games, but tonight, the world outside faded away. His girlfriend, lay sprawled on the king-sized bed, her body clad in nothing but a black lace bra and matching panties. They'd been together for a year, their relationship a perfect blend of passion and playfulness, but lately, they'd delved deeper into their shared fantasies.
Bondage had become their latest obsession, a way to surrender control and reclaim it. Tonight, they agreed to take turns dominating each other, pushing boundaries with ropes, cuffs, and unrestrained desire.
Jack stood at the foot of the bed, his muscular frame shirtless, wearing only loose gray sweatpants that did little to hide the growing bulge beneath. His blue eyes locked onto hers, a smirk playing on his lips. "Ready to let me tie you up first?" he asked, his voice low.
She nodded, her heart racing. "Yes, Jack. Make me yours." She extended her wrists toward him, and he retrieved the soft silk ropes from the nightstand drawer. He worked thoroughly, looping the rope around her wrists and securing them to the headboard, pulling just tight enough to restrict movement without cutting circulation. Her arms stretched above her head, exposing the curve of her breasts as they rose and fell with each breath.
Satisfied with the knots, Jack trailed his fingers down her arms, over her collarbone, and hooked them under her bra. He yanked it down, freeing her breasts, nipples already pebbled from anticipation. Leaning in, he captured one in his mouth, sucking hard while his hand pinched the other. She arched, a moan escaping her lips. "Jack..."
He released her nipple with a pop, his teeth grazing it lightly. His hands moved lower, sliding her panties off and tossing them aside. Her pussy was exposed, already slick with arousal. Jack spread her thighs wide, using more rope to bind each ankle to the bedposts, leaving her spread-eagle and vulnerable.
Kneeling between her legs, he admired his work—her body splayed out, pussy glistening, chest heaving. He dipped his head and licked her inner thigh, inching closer but avoiding her core. She squirmed, tugging at the ropes. "Please, do something."
Jack chuckled darkly. "Begging already? We're just getting started." He finally pressed his tongue flat against her clit, licking slow circles that made her hips buck. His fingers joined in, two sliding into her wet heat, thrusting in rhythm with his tongue. Her moans grew louder, her walls clenching around his digits as pleasure built.
He curled his fingers, hitting her g-spot repeatedly, sucking her clit between his lips. Her body tensed, orgasm approaching fast. But just as she teetered on the edge, Jack pulled away, leaving her panting and frustrated. "No cumming," he reminded, slapping her inner thigh lightly.
She whimpered, the denial heightening her need. Jack stripped off his sweatpants, his cock springing free—thick, veined, and hard. He stroked himself slowly, letting her watch. "You want me to fuck you baby?"
"Yes, please fuck me," she pleaded.
He positioned himself at her entrance, rubbing the head of his cock along her slit before thrusting in deep. She cries out, the fullness overwhelming. Jack set a punishing pace, hips snapping forward, cock pounding her pussy. Each thrust sent jolts of pleasure through her, her bound body rocking with the force.
He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss, tongue dominating hers as he fucked her harder. One hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp, the pressure adding to the intensity. He groans against her lips. "This pussy takes my cock so well."
Her climax built again, her walls fluttering. Jack felt it and slowed, grinding deep instead of thrusting, denying her release once more. She sobbed in frustration, tears pricking her eyes. "Jack, please... let me cum."
"Not yet." He pulled out entirely, leaving her empty and aching. Flipping her onto her stomach—careful with the ropes—he rebound her ankles higher, ass up in the air. Jack spanks her ass, watching them redden under his palm. Then he spread her wider and buried his face in her pussy from behind, tongue plunging inside while his thumb circled her asshole.
She moans into the pillow, the new angle making her drip. Jack ate her out voraciously, licking from clit to entrance, then added fingers to stretch her pussy. She came close again, but he stopped, edging her mercilessly. Finally, he couldn't hold back. He thrust his cock back into her, gripping her hips as he fucked her doggy-style, the ropes keeping her in place.
His pace was relentless, balls slapping against her clit. Jack reached under to rub her swollen nub, pushing her over the edge. "Go ahead baby you can cum now," he ordered, and she shatters, pussy spasming around his cock, slick soaking the sheets. He followed seconds later, groaning as he pumped hot cum deep inside her, filling her completely.
They both panted, Jack untying her slowly, massaging her wrists. She rolled over, her body limp but eyes sparkling with mischief. "My turn to tie you up."
Jack grinned, lying back as she took the ropes. She was no beginner; she bound his wrists to the headboard with expert knots, her fingers lingering on his skin. She secured his ankles next, spreading his legs just enough to expose his cock, still semi-hard and glistening with their mixed release.
"Time to make you beg," she whispered, straddling his chest. She grinds her wet pussy against his abs, leaving a trail of her arousal on his skin. She leaned forward, her breasts dangling as she kissed him softly, then bit his lower lip. Her hands roamed his chest, nails scraping over his nipples until they hardened.
Jack tugged at the ropes, testing them. "Fuck, baby, you're so good at this."
She smirked, sliding down his body. Her tongue traced his v-lines before licking the base of his cock. Jack hissed, his dick twitching back to full hardness. She took him into her mouth, sucking the head while her hand pumped the shaft. She deepthroated him, gagging slightly but pushing further, saliva dripping down his balls.
Jack's hips bucked, but the ropes held him down. "Shit, just like that." She hummed around him, the vibration making him groan. But when his breathing quickened, signaling his approach to orgasm, she pulled off, denying him. "Not yet, baby."
She climbed higher, positioning her pussy over his face. "Eat me out while I play with you." Lowering herself, she smothered him with her pussy. Jack dove in eagerly, tongue lapping at her clit. She rocks against his face, moaning as she reached back to stroke his cock slowly, edging him with feather-light touches.
His tongue thrust inside her, tasting their combined cum, while his nose rubbed her clit. She grinds harder, chasing her own pleasure, her free hand pinching his balls gently. Jack moaned into her pussy, the vibrations pushing her toward climax. She came with a shudder, flooding his mouth, but kept stroking him just short of release.
She gets off, her thighs slick. She grabbed a vibrator from the drawer—a thick one molded to mimic his cock—and turned it on low. Teasing his tip with it, she watched him squirm. "You like watching me use this on you?"
"Yes, fuck, put it in," Jack demanded, voice strained.
She slid it along his length before pressing it against his balls, then up to his perineum. The buzz made him thrust up. Finally, she turned her attention to herself, inserting the vibrator into her pussy while facing him, letting him watch it stretch her. "This is what your cock feels like inside me," she said, fucking herself with it slowly.
Jack's eyes darkened with lust, his cock leaking pre-cum. She leaned forward, taking him in her mouth again while the vibrator hummed inside her. She sucked him deep, bobbing her head, the sensations driving him wild. When he neared the edge, she stopped, pulling the toy out and slapping his cock lightly with it.
"Please, I need to cum," he begged, a rare vulnerability in his voice.
She untied his ankles but left his wrists bound, flipping him onto his stomach. She lubed her fingers and teased his asshole, circling the tight ring. Jack tensed then relaxed as she pushed one finger in, crooking it to hit his prostate. "Oh fuck," he groaned, cock throbbing untouched.
She fingered him slowly, building pressure, while her other hand reached under to stroke his dick. The combination had him panting, body trembling. She added a second finger, scissoring them, milking his prostate until pre-cum dripped steadily. "You're so hard for me. Ready to cum like this?"
"Yes, please," he rasped.
But she withdrew, denying him again. Climbing behind him, she straddled his ass and guided his cock—no, wait, she positioned herself so his cock pressed against her pussy from this angle? No, better: she lubed the vibrator and eased it into his ass, turning it on high while stroking his cock from behind.
Jack bucked, the stimulation against his prostate intense. "Babe, I'm gonna—"
"Cum for me," she commanded, pumping faster. He exploded, cum shooting onto the sheets in thick ropes, his body convulsing. She kept the vibrator in until he rode out every wave, then removed it gently.
Panting, she untied his wrists, and they collapsed together, bodies entwined. But the night wasn't over. After a brief respite, with kisses and whispers of 'I love you,' they switched again—or rather, combined their dominance.
Jack rebound her loosely this time, wrists together above her head, but left her legs free. He entered her slowly, cock sliding into her soaked pussy, both still sensitive from earlier orgasms. They moved together, Jack thrusting deep while she wrapped her legs around him.
"Take control," he murmured, untying her wrists. She flipped them over, riding him hard, hands pinning his shoulders. Her pussy clenched around his cock as she bounced, breasts jiggling. Jack's hands gripped her ass.
She leaned back, grinding her clit against his base. "Your turn to be tied while I ride you." She grabbed the cuffs—soft leather ones—and secured his hands to the headboard. Now bound, Jack could only watch as she impaled herself on his cock, rising and falling, her walls massaging him.
She reached down, rubbing her clit, cumming with a scream, pussy milking him. Jack strained against the cuffs, but she slowed, edging him once more. "Not yet."
Untying him, they shifted to the side, Jack behind her in a spooning position. He bound one of her hands to his, the other free, and thrust into her pussy while biting her shoulder. His free hand choked her lightly, then moved to her clit.
She pushes back, meeting his thrusts. "Harder." He obliged, fucking her roughly, the bed creaking. She came again, and he followed, spilling inside her with a grunt.
They took turns one last time: she cuffed Jack's hands behind his back, making him kneel as she sucked his cock back to hardness. She edged him with her mouth, then rode his face until she squirted, soaking him. Finally, unbound, they fucked missionary, hands roaming freely, cumming together in a sweaty, exhausted heap.
As the clock struck midnight, they lay tangled, tracing lazy patterns on each other's skin. Bruises from ropes and grips dotted their bodies—marks of trust and passion. "Best night ever," Jack whispers, kissing her forehead.
a/n: hello!! this will probably be the last hockey related thing i post on this blog bc i feel GUILTY!!!! i have a side blog which i did initially intent on posting all my hockey things on first so i’m gonna start using that again bc i did not intend for this blog to be taken over by hockey entirely 😭😭 if anyone wants to follow it it’s @buunbaanbeen (creative, i know) so uhhhh yeah!!!!
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“why are you doing, sweetheart?” says a familiar voice from the other side of the room. perhaps if there wasn’t currently a pillow over your face, you might be able to see the amusement on his face instead of just hearing it in his words. it’s a shame you can’t quite find the energy to remove it, though; you’ll just have to stick to imagining it.
“trying to smother myself,” is what you respond with. it’s met by raucous laughter from jack, clearly not taking this whole thing as seriously as he should be.
his footsteps are soft as they pad across the carpeted floor of his bedroom, getting closer and closer until you feel the mattress dip beside you, a warm hand finding itself a home on your clothed stomach. jack’s thumb rubs soft, soothing circles against the fabric of your — although jack would claim it was his, once upon a time — hoodie, and you can’t help but feel the stress from your day begin to slowly melt into the mattress.
“yeah?” jack purrs, the amusement only growing, “and hows that going for you, baby? can you see the light yet?”
the joy jack gets from making fun of you is almost endearing. that is until you remember that you’re the butt of the joke, of course, and then all you want to do is wipe the stupid grin off of his face!
you lift the pillow just enough to be able to see him, shooting a quick glare in his direction just to really emphasise your annoyance. “stop being mean and help me,” you grumble as you cover your face once more, “it’ll go faster if we work as a team.”
the mattress shifts again under the weight of his movement and before you know it, your boyfriend is horizontal and wrapping his arm entirely around your torso. he pulls you into his body without any effort at all and the pillow slips away from you, tumbling from your face and onto the floor too fast for you to stop it. it’s rather cinematic, the way it topples like a fallen soldier, but you don’t have time to dwell on that. not when jack is nuzzling his face into the newly accessible spot at the crook of your neck like a puppy that’s desperate for attention.
“whoopsie,” he mumbles against your skin, holding you too tight for you to escape the way it tickles you, “guess we’ll just have to try the smothering thing another day, huh?”
“you’re a dick,” you grumble.
“i’m your dick, though,” he just replies as he gets comfortable.
and yeah, he is ‘your dick’ because just as much as he’s an annoyance and the bane of your existence most days, he’s also the only person you want to come home to. the man of your dreams and your worst nightmare all rolled into one irritatingly handsome individual, and you wouldn’t change him for anything. not when he’s perfect the way that he is.
jack breathes a deep sigh into your neck before lifting his head just enough to see your face, no doubt looking as weary as you feel. his eyes flit from feature to feature as if they’re studying them, taking in each one individually as if that will in some way unlock the key to reading your mind.
“you’re pretty, y’know,” he finally says, “even when you look like you’re hoping for an anvil to fall on your head.“
“are you calling me a looney toon?” you try and jest, but the joke doesn’t quite reach your voice. jack huffs out a small laugh nonetheless, giving you the softest smile he can muster.
“i’m saying you look miserable, baby.” a quick kiss to your forehead has your eyes fluttering closed. he always knows what to do when he needs you to chill. “not to mention the whole ‘smothering’ thing; it doesn’t exactly make me think you’re doing well when you do shit like that.”
“i wouldn’t worry, jack,” you murmur, “me smothering myself was hardly the picture of success.”
but when he sighs where he should’ve laughed, you realise that he’s more serious than you first thought. this this isn’t something you can just brush off with a quick joke or two but a genuine concern for you! it’s precious, really, the way he worries over you so much even when you think it’s unfounded! like he’s saying ‘i love you’ without even having to utter the words.
“i need to know that you’re okay.” jack’s voice is firm, but it still carries that familiar softness that makes you feel all warm and gooey on the inside. you simply nod in agreement. “yeah? you’re okay?”
this time you say it. “i’m okay, jack,” you mumble as you let your body cosy up to his.
“you promise?” he triple checks and you have to stop yourself from laughing at his unnecessary concern. you settle for a soft smile
“i promise, pretty boy.” the warmth you feel inside your chest seeps into your words. “just a bad day, that’s all.”
he sighs as he lets his head fall back into the crook of your neck, right where it belongs.
summary- luke leaves for his roadie, but he writes little notes around the house for you to find.
trigger warnings- reader is a little sad Luke left, but nothin elsee
dani's thoughts- ive been so busy, i havent had time to finish this fic, but I'm so happy with how it turned out!!
word count- 1.3k
Luke had left earlier this morning to make it on time to leave with his team. The road trip schedule was booked solid, and even though he promised to call and text as frequently as he could, the apartment nevertheless felt too very empty without him, even though he was gone for a couple hours.
You woke up to sunlight filtering through the curtains, the sharp sting of late winter air that sent shivers down your spine. Without Luke's warmth beside you, the bed felt cavernous. You rolled onto your back, letting out a breath, but then your eye was caught on something , a little wadded-up ball of paper on his pillow.
In his unmistakable handwriting, it read:
Good morning, love. I'm sure you're missing my obnoxious snoring about now. Have a good day and know that I'm thinking of you.
A smile tugged at your lips. It was so characteristic of Luke , sweet, thoughtful, and goofily charming. You clutched the note to your chest, his words seeping into your heart like a warm hug.
After dragging yourself out of bed, you went to make coffee. But when you opened the cupboard, another note fell down.
Don't forget, you make the best coffee in the world. I love you more than my morning cup. And that's saying something.
You smiled to yourself, imagining his sheepish grin as he wrote it. The apartment no longer felt so empty.
Throughout the day, the notes seemed like little explosions of Luke's presence. On the floor beneath the remote on the coffee table was another one:
I'm not there to pick the movie, but I have faith in you to make the right choice. Unless you pick a rom-com. Then we'll need to have words.
By lunchtime, you found a note on the fridge:
I know you're probably waiting here, suffering from takeout agony. But remember the way I bragged when you got that pasta recipe right? You can do this, baby.
You took his advice, smiling to yourself as you cooked. It wasn't perfect, but with Luke's belief in you, it was all the sweeter.
You'd spent the hour leading up to lunch attempting to prepare, but then you had to get things accomplished. Fold laundry, one of them being. And there, among the clothes, was another note shoved into Luke's hoodie pocket.
Miss me yet? Don't worry, this hoodie still smells like me. Bonus cuddle material. But remember, I'm the real deal.
You buried your face in the hoodie, taking a whiff of the top notes of his cologne on the fabric. It stung less.
Later, while cleaning the bathroom, you found a small sticky note taped to the mirror:
Look at that beautiful face. Even the toothpaste splatters can't detract from how beautiful you are. Smile for me, love.
You rolled your eyes, smiling, playfully blowing a kiss to yourself.
While grabbing a book from the bookshelf in the living room, yet another note floated to the floor.
I'm sure you've read this one a dozen times already, but did you know that I adore the way your eyes sparkle when you reach your favorite part? It's the sweetest thing.
That night, the sun fell below the horizon, and lights in the apartments shone golden. You curled up on the couch, at last giving in to a rom-com you knew Luke would roll his eyes over. But at the end credits, you missed his laughter, the teasing way he'd deride the plot.
And then, as you reached for the blanket, another note protruded.
Hi, if you're seeing one of those sappy movies when I'm not around, I hope you're recalling all the times I pretended that I didn't like them. Spoiler: I secretly love them if it's for the opportunity to watch them with you.
Your eyes watered with tears — not tears of sadness, but of the emotional warmth his words brought. Luke was not present in body, but his love was everywhere.
At bedtime, your phone buzzed with a FaceTime call. His face appeared on the screen, his smile wide even though he was obviously exhausted.
"Hey, love," he whispered.
"Hey," you replied, the warmth of his letters still coursing through you. "I've found all your letters. You're the sweetest, you know that?"
He rubbed the back of his neck, a flush climbing to his cheeks.
"I just wanted you to know that I was still here."
"You were," you replied. "You always are."
Later in the evening, after your phone call had concluded, you got back into bed. As you snuggled into the blankets, one final note poked out from beneath his pillow.
I miss you so very much. Any empty hotel bed makes me homesick, just to be under your arms in our home again. But that will happen. I love you, forevermore and always. Sweet dreams.
You held the note to your chest. Luke's love reached every nook ,the messages he wrote, the memories filling your home, and the reassurance that all too soon, he'd be where he should be. At home. With you.
nico , who just about melts every single time your fingers find their way into his hair . it’s gotten long enough now , long enough that you can twirl it around your fingers , watch honey strands curl around your flesh . nothing works better to placate him .
your soft scratches against his scalp work wonders to ease him out of a deep sleep , his early morning wake up call appearing less harsh under your affections . hard losses always sting , of course , but it’s harder for him to reassess his mistakes , reevaluate what could have been , when you’re carding your fingers through his locks , humming sympathetically as an apologetic ‘oh baby’ slips from your lips .
and , of course , nothing feels better than when you grip at his hair , tugging it like a lifeline as he works between your legs . the harsh sting of the pull against his scalp only encourages his movements , prompts his tongue to work harder against your weeping centre .
it’s safe to say your hands find a home in nico’s hair .
