cowboy!luke who lets you get him ready for a concert?
he finally broke down and bought you the concert tickets that you’d been talking about for what seemed like months, but even as the date inched closer he never got his outfit or anything prepared. luckily for him, he had a girlfriend who loved to plan others outfit.
he didn’t even have to say he needed help, you were already setting out his outfit. a pair of bootcut jeans, a white t-shirt, a one-of-a-kind buckle that he won from pbr world finals, a pair of cowboy boots and a matching hat.
“you’re the best,” he said while pressing a kiss to your temple, placing his hands on your hips and giving them a small squeeze before sauntering to the clothes you set out for him. “what would i do without you?”
despite it being a rhetorical question you hummed before replying, “definitely not getting dressed.” he rolled his eyes in a playful manner, beginning to make his way to the ensuite. “hurry up, cowboy. the concert ain’t gonna wait for us!” you called out after him, smiling whenever he turned back to give you a salute.
Cowboy!Luke who has your photo and a love note you wrote tucked in the inside brim of his hat
Cowboy!Luke who always says 'yes ma'am' affectionally, usually with his notorious smirk
Cowboy!Luke who only dances with you, forever taking you by the waist when he greets you
Cowboy!Luke who brings you wildflowers
Cowboy!Luke who only puts his hat on your head bc he thinks it's cute, especially since it's slightly too big for you
i absolutely LOVE your mind!!
• he’d definitely have your photo in his hat… whenever he’s away from you, or from the ranch, he’s constantly looking at it or thinking about it. if he’s in the truck, he takes it out and sets it on the dashboard so he has a constant reminder to stay safe on the road.
• “baby, i can saddle my own horse.” “yes, ma’am” in the kindest, softest voice to ever grace your ears but that smirk that’s obviously intrigued by your independence. you can’t help but let him help you after that.
• ughh this has me imagining the cowboys all in town, a bar that all surrounding wranglers visit. maybe you’re at the bar while the live band is playing a slow love song (im thinking space and time by tyler childers) and cowboy!luke instantly waltz over to you, placing his hands on your waist while leaning down to whisper in your ear ‘how about a dance?’
• the cowboys having to go wrangle some cattle while you stay on the ranch to keep a watch over things, and luke coming back to y’all’s house with flowers. forget me nots, poppies maybe? he saw them and instantly thought of you.
• back to the dancing! imagine being in the middle of the crowd, an area that was designated to be the dance floor, and it feels like it’s just the two of you. you and luke don’t have to share a single word, eyes speaking for y’all. he takes the cowboy hat off his head, leaning down to kiss you and whenever he pulls away, he places the hat on your head. it feels like it’s just the two of you in that bar. my heart is melting.
Cowboy!Luke who manages to wiggle you into every conversation, especially if he's being flirted with, pulling out your photo and alternating between 'Ain't she a pretty thing?' and 'Ain't my darlin' an angel?'
Cowboy!Luke who loves showing off how hardworking he is on the ranch, knowing that you'll kiss him at the end of his day.
Cowboy!Luke who takes you on rides around the trails with him, just to have some alone time to chat and ask about your life.
Cowboy!Luke who also enjoys watching rodeos with you and watching the light in your eyes when you cheer, feeling how you clutch his hand every now and then
Cowboy au but instead of hockey the Hughes are rodeo stars🤭👀
your mind >>> obviously i had to deliver back.
• being at the bar and you’ve stepped out or away for a moment, someone comes up to him in attempts to get more than just his attention and he’s instantly taking off his hat and grabbing the photo. imagine a southern drawl maybe whenever he says, “ain’t she the prettiest you’ve ever laid eyes on?” and he’s smirking as the person walks away, knowing he’s a loyal and taken man.
• wranglers going to round up some cattle and whenever they get back to the ranch with a herd with them, he’s instantly scanning the ranch for you. whenever he lays eyes on you, he’s instantly smirking knowing that you’ve acknowledged his hard work. as soon as the wranglers have put away the cows, he’s hopping off his horse and making his way to you to get his prize - which is always a kiss from you.
• all of the work on the ranch has been completed for the day, you’re sitting on the porch of y’all’s home with maybe a beer in your hand whenever he saunters to you. he takes off his hat, holding it to his chest, “come on, doll, i wanna show you something.” while reaching out his hand for you. he just needs to unwind with you in his presence, and what’s better than going on a quick ride?
• being at the rodeo, holding hands while the other wranglers place bets. every time the gate opens and a bucking horse lets out, you let out a whoop and holler and squeeze his hand out of cheer, leaning forward to the other wranglers to partake in their bets. luke smiles and hops on your bet.
this made me restart yellowstone AGAIN!! also i’ve got a few ideas for pbr!hughes 🤭 stay tuned.
summary: fuck if i know. inspired by the song striptease by carwash. secret relationship??? with my favorite man, luke hughes!
warnings: cursing, horrible writing?? uhh lmk if there’s more!?
word count: 2606 words
authors note: this man got me going lalalala i be kicking my feet and giggling while looking at photos of him on pinterest. someone sedate me. also this is my first tumblr fic and first time ever writing with a reader insert so i apologize if it’s horrible!!
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Luke had a smile on his face as he stood with his friends, a cold beer in his hand that he had been nursing for the past thirty minutes beginning to grow warm causing the glass to sweat, droplets of water sliding down to his fingers bringing him back to the conversation that the group was talking about.
"East Carolina sucked ass tonight!" Mark shouted with a laugh, his shoulders bouncing with the noise causing the mixed drink he had to splash in his cup.
"Umich is better." Jack grinned, shrugging as he lifted his beer to his lips to take a small sip.
You snorted from where you sat back against the couch next to Quinn who was mindlessly staring at the ceiling, having one too many drinks already and they had only been at the party for an hour.
"Rich coming from someone who didn't even come here." Your eyebrows pulled into a furrow as you stretched up your leg to nudge Jack who had been standing close.
Luke and you have known each other since freshman year, meeting whenever you asked him if you were in the right class. You weren't. You weren't even in the right building. You were lucky though because Luke had offered to walk you to the correct class and building.
From that moment he became absolutely intrigued in you. Bringing you around to the sophomore house where you ended up meeting some of his teammates. He was glad you connected with them almost instantly, understanding their humor. He was even more glad that you were also intrigued with him.
And you weren't afraid to show it. With lingering touches whenever no one was around and longing stares whenever someone was around to the kiss the two of you had shared merely two hours ago in a bathroom at Michigan Stadium just seconds after the game had ended leaving both his and your lips swollen.
Your shoelaces had been untied and you asked him for help, earning a few chirps from Rutger and a knowing look from his girlfriend, Kayleigh, and an eye roll from Jack who had told you two to not take too long. As soon as he hit the stall door, your lips were on his as if you had been starved.
He recalled the brief conversation you two had while your guys hands roamed one another. "Your shoelaces." He had breathed out in a quiet whisper against your lips that made you feel like hot wax was being poured down your spine, knowing for sure that other people were in the bathroom with them.
"That's how I like mine." You grinned up at him, the fabric of his maize colored University of Michigan jersey balled into your fists as you brought him closer, lifting him off the back stall as closer to you.
The moment was interrupted by his phone ringing, Quinn calling him to tell the two of you to hurry up earning a groan from you that he quickly cut off by smashing his lips against yours once more, despite his brother who was nagging him over the phone. "We'll be there in a second." He said whenever you pulled back to trail your kisses down his neck before he hung up, not waiting for a response from Quinn.
As you dragged him out of the bathroom whenever the coast was clear, your fingers intertwined as you stalked to the parking lot where your group of friends were waiting for you, he was rambling like a teenager who was experiencing his first love. He practically was.
"We could just runaway to, I don't know, — Mexico! We could run away to Mexico," he rambled, his eyes on your linked hands as he stumbled over his feet, certainly getting his new shoes dirty. "Not tell anybody." Your arm move with his shrug.
You playfully scoffed as you looked back to him, smiling at him. "As if, you're a professional hockey player." You shook your head as the wind blew your hair which for some reason he really liked for whatever reason.
That moment felt like a dream. You felt like a dream. He had snorted to himself at the thought, shaking his head along with the thoughts from his brain. Much to like right now as he stood there, distracted again by the moment you shared as he shook his head whenever Luca slapped his back.
"What you thinking about?" Luca's breath smelled like beer as he clung onto his old teammate, a dopey grin on his face as he looked around at the group.
"You would know if it was your business." Luke had quickly retorted as he looked over to his friend who playfully rolled his eyes.
"Come on, Jack and coke for your thoughts?" Ethan held out his red solo cup, one of his eyebrow raising as he tilted it to him.
Luke rolled his eyes despite the smile on his face as he chuckled, his shoulders rising and lowering. "It's classified," he switched his beer to his other hand to wipe the collected condensation off onto Luca's shirt. "Besides, you put too much whiskey in your drinks." He eyed his friend.
"Then another beer for your thoughts." Ethan shrugged as he leaned back against the couch, earning a grunt from Quinn who told him to stop moving.
Before Luke could open his mouth and spew out another witty comment, you spoke up. "Let it rest, guys," you laughed from behind your can as you looked up at Luke. Your eyes alone could make him melt on the spot. "He's probably thinking about hockey. Aren't you, Luke?" You questioned as your left eyebrow perked up, hiding your smile behind your drink. You knew what he was thinking about.
Luke nodded, his lips stilling into a gap momentarily before he finally spoke, "yeah, hockey." He finally got out, his eyes never leaving yours as he studied the mischievous glint that shimmered in your irises.
Owen rolled his eyes and stood up from the arm of the couch, shaking his head. "Whatever you say, dude." His teasing tone made Luke's face flush as he chuckled, looking down to his beer bottle as his tongue swiped against the inside of his lip, bulging the skin out momentarily. "I'm going to get another drink, anyone want?" His eyes scanned his group of friends, only getting a reply from Kent and Gavin.
"I'll come with you!" You chirped as you stood up quickly, earning a shriek from Quinn seeing as to how you were practically supporting his drunk body. Owen began to trail towards the kitchen with you in tow but not before you pretended to stumble into Luke.
Instinctively, his placed his hands on your hips to help you stand up straight. You weren't drunk, only having one Mai Tai so far. He knew that. So why were you acting like this. "You okay?" He asked with his hands still on your waist.
"Quinn's feet were in the way." You muttered as your slid your hands down his forearms quickly, sending shivers up his spine as you grabbed his hands. "Thank you." You chuckled, pulling his hands off of your clothed hips but not before slipping something into his hand.
Before he could question you, you were skipping towards the kitchen and gone. His eyebrows pulled together as he held onto what felt like thick paper. His assumption were correct as he flipped over his hand, holding a folded up and torn napkin. He looked up and through his eyelashes, making sure no one was paying attention before he tried to the best of his ability to be discreet about unraveling the napkin to see a few words written with your lip liner. The same lip liner that had decorated his skin before he had wiped it off.
'ditch w/ me? meet me outside in five.'
He reread the note for what seemed to be a thousand times, eventually mumbling the words to himself. Whenever he finally got the words registered and a remembrance of your smudged note imprinted in his brain, he looked up to scan the crowd.
His eyes met yours, watching as you said a few words to Owen who began to make his way back to the group with beers in hand. He noticed how you tilted your head as you held up your best poker face. Your hair slid from your shoulder and swung as it hit your back as Owen said something back to you with a small nod, a look of sincerity on his face.
Luke's eyebrows furrowed deeper as he wondered what the conversation was about, watching as you spun around and made your way out of the house, leaving Owen on his own to make his way through the crowd.
"She's going outside to get some air," the dark haired boy said as he passed the beers to his friends before continuing, "said it was too stuffy in here or something." He twisted the cap off the beer before letting it drop to the floor beneath him, lifting the bottle to his lips to take a long sip.
Like counted down the seconds until he could meet you outside, chirping into the conversation every now and then as he bounced on the balls of his feet. He glanced down to the watch that decorated his wrist before realizing he had only a minute left and should probably be making his way outside.
"Hey, I'm gonna go check up on her," he said mid conversation, passing his bottle over to Kayleigh who stood by Rutger. "I'll be back." He gave a thin lipped smile before he rushed away from the group having a feeling that he wouldn't be back.
Luke maneuvered through the crowd, giving a few nods to people who noticed him and turned down the girls that placed light touches to his skin. He grumbled as he made it past a group, grabbing hold of the cool medal of the doorknob before opening it. He let out a small breath whenever he made it outside, the cool air of the Michigan night coming into contact with him and nipping at his skin. But he couldn't worry about that as his eyes scanned the lawn for you.
You had been leaned against a light pole that shined down on you with another Mai Tai in hand that you looked disinterested in, spinning the can around as your nose scrunched and pulled your face into a gentle scowl.
He chuckled as he jogged down the steps, adjusting his hat that covered his curls while taking a glance back to the door to make sure no one else followed him out. Fortunately, no one had. He smiled to himself as he continued to jog towards you.
Your eyes lifted from the silver top of the red can, a smile coming onto your lips as you pushed yourself off the light pole. "You're early." You pointed out as you held the can in your hands, looking up at him.
"Couldn't wait." He sounded breathless and you knew it wasn't from his short jog. You lightly smirked as you looked behind you, placing your can down on the roof of someone's car without a care in the world.
"C'mon." You said and took his hand for the third time that night, beginning to pull him down the street and towards his car.
Neither of you had a destination, just wanting to be with one another in a secluded area. The worst part of Luke's job was the attention that came with it. He was a hockey superstar and you were a college student with no want or need for spotlight. At least not right now. Keeping your relationship on low from the world also meant keeping your relationship on the low from your friends. It's not that the two of you didn't trust them, it's just that neither of you wanted to risk what you guys had. You and Luke were both content with how things were going right then as you sat in the car, his left hand on the wheel as he drove away from the party and his right hand intertwined with yours.
The stereo slapped him across the face, playing a familiar tune of a song from the late eighties playing loudly as the two of you sat quietly, merely taking in one another's company as the two of you made your guys way out of Ann Arbor.
Luke had goosebumps from the light rub of your thumb against his knuckles as he took the backroads to get to Fenton. He hummed along to the song, eyes concentrated on the road as he let off of the gas pedal to slow down before turning the car to the left, making his way into Fenton.
You let your hand disconnect from his, sliding your arm over the center console to the point your ribcage pressed against it but you didn't mind as your hand rested on his thigh. He swallowed a noise that threatened to spill, instead letting out a shaky breath as your hand inched inched closer to where he needed you.
"My house is not far," you breathed out, still looking out the window as he slowed down at the red stoplight giving you a sight of the closed bank. "And no one's home." You added on, leaning your head back against the headrest.
Luke's breathing was labored as he understood what you meant. He was nervous to say the least seeing as to how the two of you haven't progressed that far your relationship. "Maybe we can just go to one of the lakes?" His voice was high pitched and he was sure he would've cared if the palm of your hand wasn't against him.
You let out a playful scoff, turning your head to look at him. Whenever you realized he was being serious and his nervousness was radiating off of him like his body heat, you rolled your eyes and unbuckled your seatbelt.
He watched from the corner of his eye as you adjusted to sit on your knees in the seat, retracting your hand from his lap to his arm that was on the center console. You were silent for a moment as you thought through your next words.
You leaned forward, your large jersey hanging low and skimming the surface of the console and his arm. "I think we both know what we need, Luke." You whispered out, your lips ghosting over his neck as you continued to look up at his eyes.
Luke stared at the light that seemed like it was going to bleed to death before he sighed and looked over to you. You were right, you did know what he needed in that moment. And for the moments to come. He inaudibly gulped but his adams apple bobbed slightly as he watched a grin grow onto your face.
"Okay." He whispered out, nodding as he kept his eyes on yours.
Your grin only grew from his confirmation as you leaned in closer, pressing your lips against his. It wasn't the most comfortable position for you but that was the last of your worries at the moment. All that mattered was him.
The light turned green, illuminating your guys skin causing you to pull away and press delicate kisses to his jaw. "Take a left." You muttered against his jaw before you made your way down to his neck bringing his skin between your lips, listening to his heavy breaths as he followed your directions to your house.
hello! i’ve been wanting to get back into writing recently, and i thought the best way to do so is to come to tumblr!
if you’re reading this, i highly encourage for you to send me a number between 1-393, which will be a song from my main playlist and to tell me an athlete.
i would like to note that i am open to write for any athlete in formula 1 or hockey (nhl + college), but i cannot promise that the writing will be accurate to the persons online persona. for that reason, i will be including a safe list of players that i (somewhat) feel confident on writing for/about. disclaimer; all stories posted on this page will be fictional. i do not know any of these players personally, and i do not know how they act on a day to day basis.
rules are pretty simple. i am not comfortable with writing full blown smut at the moment, but if needed i will subtly hint towards it. i also do not write for vince dunn and lando norris. if any athlete comes up that i do not feel comfortable writing about, i will address it.
safelist!
luke hughes, jack hughes, quinn hughes, trevor zegras, alex(ander) holtz, dawson mercer, john marino, oscar piastri, logan sargeant, jamie drysdale, alex turcotte, cole caufield, cam york, max verstappen, nico hischier, ethan edwards, mark estapa, this list may be updated.
