✰injury report (qh43) !bsfs to lovers! !fluff! in which quinn gets injured at a game so reader voluntarily takes care of him
✰lake house bunny (jh86) NSFW !bsfs to lovers! !smut! !angst! where a long on and off flirtation game with quinn hughes and the presence of his new girlfriend sends reader straight into the arms of her best friend jack
✰"baby zegras" (lh43) !childhood bsfs to lovers! !fluff! luke hughes falls in love with zegras reader and the two of them have to keep it a secret from their friends
✰lake house gc (jh86, qh43, lh43, tz11, cc22) texting au where reader is apart of the lake house friend group
✰texts w/ the hughes brothers (qh43, jh86, lh43) texting au where reader is dating a hughes brother
✰ latest fic ✰ --- party from hell - hughes sister series (cb98, ws2, mc71)
✰ mars yaps ✰ --- inbox responses, my stupid ideas .etc
✰ pairings: connor bedard x!hughesreader, will smith x!hughesreader, macklin celebrini x!hughesreader 𐔌also in this fic: quinn hughes, jack hughes, luke hughes, trevor zegras, cole caufield, ethan edwards, mark estapa, rutger mcgroarty, nico hischier, dawson mercer, & dixie d'amelio꒱
✰ summary: !love triangle! !hughes sister! after the so-called "party from hell", reader wakes up in her brother's closet with little memory of anything after 12AM. coincidentally, so does almost everyone else. the house has to come together and try to fully recollect their memories of the night before, based off pieces told by the ones who could remember.
✰ warnings!! drinking, cursing
✰ a/n: hello lovies! forgive me for going MIA. life has been absolutely wild. i've been working on a pt 2 of party from hell for so long, and i thought i'd give it to y'all in pieces instead of starving you. yk how i love to hear feedback/opinions, so let me know if you like it!! love u all & happy reading :) -mars <3
divider creds: @pixopix
wc: 3.1k
DISCLAIMER: all of the characters in this story are only based on real people. every word i write is 100% fictional. the way i've written them does not reflect their actions in real life. if you'd like, you can read my thoughts on the hughes brothers controversey.
You thought you were downstairs dancing with Macklin, swaying and falling to the loud music, but then you felt something hit your head abruptly. Luke, lying in his bed, opened his eyes when he heard a muffled “Fuck!” from his closet. You tried to open your eyes, but everything was black. In just two seconds, you’d convinced yourself that you somehow went blind. When you reached your hands out, grasping a doorknob, you were relieved to find that your sight hadn’t gone out forever. You squinted your eyes, looking away from the bright window in Luke’s room.
“The hell?” You murmured as you glanced at the closet behind you and the pile of tennis shoes that had gone with you when you fell forward.
Luke sat up slightly, his eyes still sleepy. “Dude, I thought you were a monster in the closet.” His voice was rough and low. “Like, all night.”
You turned your head, face sour when you realized where you were. “Why the fuck am I in your closet?” You shifted your leg away from the door, making contact with someone else’s. Dawson, asleep on the floor next to the closet, yelped and shot up at the sudden touch. You flinched, peeking your head over the door. “You good?”
Dawson blinked, wide-eyed. “Yes.” He was clearly shocked. “I think?”
You let out a long breath and rolled your eyes as you pushed yourself from the ground, shutting the closet door behind you. You stood, staring at the ground with your hands on your hips as you tried to recall the night before.
Luke squinted, glancing at you. “‘Will give head for Olive Garden breadsticks’?” You looked at him like he was the dumbest person on the planet, then looked down at the oversized t-shirt you wore.
“Is this yours?” You asked, holding the bottom hem.
“Uh, I don’t think so.” He grinned just a little. You groaned, looking at the ceiling.
“Stop being so loud,” Someone whined from beside Luke, words muffled due to his head being buried under the pillow.
You raised a brow, stepping closer to get a view of who was in the bed. “Jack?”
Jack raised his head slowly, mirroring your confused look as he removed the pillow from his head. “What are you doing in my bedroom?” He tilted his head. “Did you sleep in here?”
“Dumbass, you’re in my bedroom,” Luke said, making Jack jump beside him.
He sat up and looked around frantically before his eyes landed on you again. “Why am I not in my bed?”
You rolled your eyes and threw your hands in the air. “I don’t know! I’m trying to figure out the same thing.”
He groaned, holding his head like it was pulsing. “Who the fuck is snoring so loud?”
“Hey guys,” Dawson chimed in from the floor, holding one finger in the air. “I don’t mean to alarm you, but there is definitely someone under the bed.” You, Luke, and Jack looked at each other in confusion– but quickly flinched when Dawson shouted, “Hey!”
A loud bang from under the bed followed his yell, and then a long groan. None of you could tell who it was until you heard a very Swedish, “Ouch.”
“Nico?” Jack asked, concerned as he jumped from the bed and crouched to the ground.
Nico dragged himself fully into the light, hair sticking up in every direction like he’d been electrocuted. There was a faint red mark across his cheek from the floor, and he blinked slowly at all of you. “Why was I under the bed?” He asked, voice thick. No one said a thing, and all four of you just stood there in a strange, fragile silence.
Luke rubbed his face with both hands. “Okay, no one move. I’m reconstructing.” He pointed vaguely at the air, like he was drawing invisible diagrams. “There was a party, obviously.”
“Obviously,” you echoed dryly.
“I remember music,” Jack added, squinting like the memory physically hurt. “And someone was crying in the kitchen? Or laughing? It was one of those.”
“That narrows it down,” Dawson muttered.
Nico slowly stood up, stretching his back with a wince. “I have no idea where my phone is.”
Dawson suddenly snapped his fingers. “Wait- I remember something.” He pointed at you. “You were dancing on something.”
You froze. “No.”
“Yes,” he insisted, gaining confidence. “Not the floor…higher. Like, table height.”
Jack’s eyes widened. “The kitchen island.”
Luke let out a quiet, horrified laugh. “Oh my God, you were.”
You pressed your fingers to your temples. “Luke, you don’t want to start talking. You were dancing on tables before the night really even began.” You took a long exhale before looking back up at everyone. “I need to go charge my phone,”
“I said no one move!” Luke called as you walked into the bathroom that led to your room.
“I don’t care,” You swung the door open, unfortunately not looking down at the ground. You stepped on something– on someone.
“Good morning!” A voice exclaimed from the ground. You let out a blood-curdling scream and fell back into Luke’s room.
Jack laughed, walking towards the bathroom. “Morning, Trev.”
You looked down at the bathroom floor, hand on your heart, breathing heavily. “What the fuck, Trevor?!” Your voice was a mix of annoyed and terrified.
He smiled at you, but quickly furrowed his brows when he saw your outfit. “Hey- Why are you wearing my favorite shirt?”
“Of course, it’s fucking Trevor’s.” You mumbled under your breath.
Jack stepped closer to you. “Who else would own that?”
“Only god knows, Trev.” Luke called from the bed.
Trevor pushed himself up onto his elbows in the bathroom doorway, wincing slightly as he stretched. “Seriously,” he said, tugging at the oversized shirt you were wearing, “this is my good shirt.”
You slapped his hand away. “You were sleeping on the bathroom floor.”
“Yeah, I had to piss, and then I fell,” He paused, and your expression soured. “Your bathroom floor is very cold, and that is very nice. Okay?”
You scoffed. “Where were you sleeping first?”
Trevor looked up, as if searching his brain for the memory. “Your bedroom,” He pointed a finger at you. “On the twin bed with Dixie.”
“Why not the big bed?” Jack asked.
“Uhh, it was taken.”
You rolled your eyes and groaned in frustration before pushing past Trevor. You burst through the door to your room, stomping your feet, but quickly quieting as you took in the scene. Macklin and Connor in your bed, Dixie in the twin bed, and Cole on the carpet. You didn’t say anything, just stood there in confusion. Luke shuffled in behind you, and you elbowed him in the arm when he mumbled, “Aww, Connor looks even cuter when he’s sleeping.”
Luke leaned against the doorframe, rubbing his jaw as he scanned the room like it might confess something if he stared hard enough. “Okay,” he muttered, voice slow, deliberate. “Let’s assess.” You didn’t move. Your eyes stayed locked on your bed. Macklin, half on top of Connor, one arm thrown lazily across his chest like it had always belonged there. Connor’s face was turned into the pillow, hair a complete mess, breathing steady, undisturbed by Macklin’s attempt to take up space. Dixie, in the twin bed, was starfished across the mattress, one leg hanging off the side. Cole was curled on the carpet with a blanket that definitely didn’t belong to him, clutching it.
“This is…bad,” you said flatly.
Luke huffed a quiet laugh. “This is impressive.”
Your head snapped toward him. “Impressive?”
“I mean structurally,” he added quickly, gesturing vaguely. “The distribution of bodies. Efficient use of space.” You stared at him. He raised his hands. “I’m just saying, no one’s dead.”
From behind you, Trevor’s voice cut in, “Speak for yourself,” followed by a dramatic groan as he dragged himself into the room, one hand pressed to his head. “I feel like I died and came back wrong.”
Jack appeared over his shoulder, squinting into the light. “Why is Cole on the floor?”
Cole, without opening his eyes, mumbled, “I live here now.”
“That checks out,” Dawson said from somewhere behind them, leaning against the wall.
You exhaled slowly, stepping further into the room, careful not to trip over anything. “Okay. I need answers.”
“Good luck with that,” Nico said, appearing in the doorway, still looking like he’d just crawled out of a grave. “I don’t even remember going into a bedroom.”
You pointed at Macklin and Connor. “Explain that.”
Luke tilted his head. “I vaguely remember them arguing about something.”
“Arguing?” you repeated. “About what?”
“Probably you.” Trevor teased under his breath, and you were quick to glare at him.
Luke squinted like he was pulling the memory through mud. “Something stupid. Like, really stupid…and then-” he snapped his fingers once, “they were gone.”
Trevor frowned. “Gone where?”
Luke gestured to the bed. “Apparently…there.”
“Oh, I remember,” Jack nodded his head. “They were fighting over who would get to sleep in the bed with you.” You scoffed. “Then they raced to get here first.”
You dragged a hand down your face. “Unbelievable.”
Behind you, Dixie suddenly snorted awake, jerking upright in the twin bed. “Don’t touch the blender!” she shouted, eyes wide. Everyone stared, frozen. Dixie blinked, looking around slowly. “Why are you all staring at me?”
“No reason,” you said immediately.
She squinted at you, then at the room, then down at herself. “Where is Trevor?”
“He slept on the bathroom floor,” Jack said.
“Why?” She shot back.
Cole lifted his head an inch. “Because he thought the cold tile floor was better at cuddling than you.” Dixie threw a pillow at him without hesitation. It hit him square in the face, and he dropped back to the floor.
She quickly turned her attention back to the group of people standing in the room. “I’m confused. Why are you guys in here?”
“We’re trying to figure out what the hell happened last night.” Jack chimed in, arms crossed.
“Wait,” Dixie raised a brow. “You guys all blacked out?”
You nodded your head. “It seems like Jack, Luke, and Dawson can remember some things– but Nico and I fully blacked out.”
“Oh my god,” She let out a breathy laugh. “That’s- Wow,” everyone rolled their eyes, except for you. “How much did you drink?”
“Not that much.” Luke held up a finger and stepped forward.
Dixie looked at him in a way that said, ‘bull-fuckin-shit’ before turning her gaze back to you. “What’s the last thing you remember?”
“Uhh,” You paused, tapping your pointer finger against your bottom lip. “Dancing with Macklin-”
“Okay, what the fuck? I heard my name. Who’s talking shit?” Macklin mumbled from the bed, eyes still closed.
You crossed your arms. “Do you remember dancing with me?”
He smirked, still half-asleep. “Yes, we danced beautifully together.”
You rolled your eyes. “What happened after?”
“We made love!”
“We did not.” Macklin frowned, burying his head into the pillow.
Cole sat up, reaching for the water bottle on the floor. “Filthy liar.” He teased, shaking his head before taking a long chug.
Macklin’s smirk lingered just long enough to be irritating before he groaned and rolled onto his back, dragging a hand down his face. “Okay, fine,” he muttered, voice hoarse. “We didn’t make love.” He cracked one eye open, glancing at you. “But something definitely happened.”
Connor shifted under him, clearly waking now, blinking up at the ceiling like it had personally offended him. “Why is he on me?” he asked flatly, not even turning his head.
“Because you lost,” Jack said immediately.
“Lost what?”
“The race,” Luke added, leaning casually against the doorframe like this was all perfectly normal.
Connor’s brows pulled together as he slowly turned his head toward Macklin. “You raced me?”
Macklin lifted himself onto his elbows, wincing slightly. “You started it.”
“I don’t even remember it.”
“Yeah, well, you were very passionate about it,” Trevor chimed in, now sitting cross-legged on the floor, looking far too comfortable for someone who had slept on tile. “You said, and I quote, ‘winner gets the bed and the girl.’” The room went quiet for a half second.
Your expression flattened. “I’m sorry- the what?” Dawson let out a short laugh under his breath.
Connor immediately pushed Macklin off him, sitting up straight. “Okay, that sounds bad out of context.”
“I’m sure it sounds bad in context,” you shot back.
Macklin raised a finger. “In our defense, we were heavily intoxicated.”
Dixie swung her legs off the bed, rubbing her temples. “I remember the race,” she said slowly. “You two sprinted out of the kitchen like maniacs.”
“And knocked over a chair,” Cole added from the floor, still clutching his water bottle. “Pretty sure someone hit the wall.”
“That was you,” Luke pointed at Macklin.
Macklin didn’t even deny it. “Sounds about right.”
You crossed your arms tighter, looking between them. “So let me get this straight– you both raced to my room, over me, and then what? Just…passed out?”
Connor blinked. “I think so?”
Macklin rubbed the back of his neck, glancing at you again. “To be fair, your bed is like sleeping on a cloud.”
Trevor snorted. “Yeah, real romantic. Good job, guys.”
“How the hell did this…competition even start?” You asked.
Macklin’s eyes widened. “Oh, that, I can tell you.” He pointed at Connor next to him, but kept his eyes locked with yours. “He started being weird after you danced on the kitchen island.”
“What-” You groaned, annoyed.
Jack clapped his hands together. “Yes! I told you, you danced on the kitchen island!”
“Pack it up, Jack.” You said, shoving him lightly.
Connor placed his hands on his head, looking over at Macklin. “How was I being weird? I wasn’t weird!”
Macklin laughed. “Oh, buddy. Yes, you were.”
12:44 AM (the night before)
The minute you slammed the cup down on the counter, not even tasting the leftover alcohol on your tongue, Macklin pranced his way up to you. He did a spin move, reaching out to you with his hand.
“Milady?” He asked, sunglasses falling to the tip of his nose.
You lazily smirked, placing your hand in his. “Are those my sunglasses?”
He smiled and gripped your hand before pulling you onto the makeshift dance floor in the living room. “Maybe they are. What about ‘em?”
You giggled. “Jus’ don’t break ‘em.” He grinned, stretching you out and rolling you back in to the beat. You swayed along with him in a fit of giggles. He twirled you, dipped you, pulled you close, pushed you away, then pulled you close again. The two of you thought you were showing off to the rest of the party, but to everyone else, it just looked like two people jumping up and down with their hands clasped.
“Let’s see those figure skating moves, girl!” Macklin said, tilting his head up with the beat.
You laughed again, falling into him. “Not enough space,” Macklin raised a brow, slowing his moves. You just stared at him with a smile still plastered across your face. “What?” You let out a laughing yelp as he lifted you off the ground. “Mack!”
“Make space!” He yelled to Ethan and Mark, who quickly cleared the kitchen island of all the drinks and food. “There!” he shouted, palms up. “Olympics, go!”
“You’re gonna kill me,” you laughed, breathless as Macklin set you down on the now-cleared island.
“Then you’ll die a legend,” he said instantly, already backing up. A loose circle formed around the kitchen, bodies pressing in, phones halfway raised, someone already chanting your name, as if this were a sanctioned event and not a disaster waiting to happen.
“Don’t fall!” Cole yelled. The music pulsed through the speakers, bass rattling the cabinets, and for a second, you just stood there, swaying slightly, arms out for balance. The world felt soft around the edges, like everything had been dipped in glitter and bad decisions.
Then Macklin clapped once. “C’mon, skater girl!” You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling too hard to mean it. You took a breath, then pushed off. It wasn’t real skating, obviously. No ice, no blades, just socks on polished wood and pure confidence carrying you. But you spun anyway, one foot pivoting as your arms swept out, a sloppy but somehow graceful turn that had the room erupting.
“Okay, wait- wait- she’s actually doing it!” Ethan yelled. You laughed mid-spin, wobbling, catching yourself with a little hop that somehow turned into a dip, your hand grazing the counter for balance.
“YEAHHH!” Mark whooped.
Macklin was losing his mind, both hands on his head. “What did I tell you? What did I tell you?!” You pointed at him, breathless. “Shut up, I’m concentrating!” You tried another turn, slower this time, dragging your foot like it was carving into imaginary ice, arms lifting overhead– but then someone bumped the table. Just enough to make you balance tip.
“Oh shit-” you laughed, knees buckling as you wobbled hard to the side.
Macklin lunged forward. “I got you!” he did not have you. Macklin caught you halfway, your weight slamming into him as both of you stumbled back into the crowd, taking Ethan with you like dominoes. Drinks sloshed, someone screamed, and someone else yelled, “MY PHONE!”
You ended up laughing against Macklin’s shoulder, clinging to him as he tried to stay upright, both of you swaying like you were on a boat. “I had it,” he insisted, out of breath.
“You absolutely did not,” you shot back, grinning. He pulled the sunglasses from his face and placed them over your eyes with a smile.
From somewhere behind you, a voice cut through the noise. “Move.” Macklin’s grip loosened just slightly as you turned your head. Connor stood a few feet away, pushing through the crowd with that focused, slightly annoyed look, as if this had personally inconvenienced him. His eyes landed on you almost immediately, flicking over.
“You good?” he asked, voice lower now that he was closer.
You blinked at him, still half-laughing. “Yeah?” But he didn’t look convinced.
Macklin tightened his arm around your waist just a little. “She’s fine, bro.”
Connor’s jaw ticked. “Didn’t ask you.”
“Ooooh,” Trevor sang from somewhere in the back. “Here we go.”
You pulled back slightly, looking between them. “Okay, no- none of that. I’m literally standing right here.”
Macklin smirked. “And I’m literally holding you up.”
Connor stepped closer, eyes narrowing just a fraction. “Looks like she was doing fine before you tackled her.”
“I saved her,” Macklin shot back.
“You caused it.”
“Respectfully, I disagree.”
You let out a laugh, shoving lightly at Macklin’s chest. “Relax, ‘mom’. We’re having fun! It’s not like anyone got seriously injured.”
Connor’s eyes flicked back to you, softening just a touch. “You could’ve gotten hurt.”
You tilted your head. “But I didn’t.” You paused for a moment, watching Connor roll his eyes.
warnings: typos, cussing, maybe suggestive I don’t remember
authors note: I’ve been so busy and I have a million things I wanna write including a James hagens texting fic but I have to be in a certain mood where it’s the only thing I wanna do or else I js won’t do it 🤧
This is random but i would love to know what other hockey teams/players you like!?
well, my favorite team is the nj devils. i grew up in a nj household, so i was unfortunately born into this. rooting for another team feels like betrayal. my favorite devils player is nico hischier <3 i love that man so much, it's not even funny.
i love and root for every single player on my team, but nico's just on another level 🤭
sometimes i'll go on spontaneous sports rants on this app, but not often. however, i am always down to yap about the actual sport aspect side of hockey! i'm not just a one trick pony with these romance fics.
side note, my love for baseball is just as big as my love for hockey
i used to watch + root for the canucks before quinn got traded, but i just can't get behind the wild. idk what it is, but i'm just not as interested/attached to them as i was with vancouver.
players are a totally differrent story. some players i like (that do not play for the devils + i have not mentioned in my fics) are patrick kane, nathan mackinnon, cale makar, sidney crosby (ofc), frank nazar, nick suzuki, brock boeser, SETH JARVIS, john marino (come back king), and ik there's many more that i forgot.
I’m glad someone finally said something about Hughes sister getting with the brothers friends because if i was her i’d be gettin it on with all of them omggg!! Cant wait for what you write next!
i know i wrote this character, but i have no idea how she keeps her composure. if i had her life, any self control tendincies i currently have would be GONE 😀 thank u for reading + hopefully, enjoying the stories i write!!
Hey I was reading your lakehouse series, and what I want to highlight is how good you are at creating a world and different dynamics between the characters, even tho they are completely cancellable, your work is so engaging, I just kept on reading because I was curious how the story will keep on going and the mc still has a personality that is not "I'm the only girl here uwu" or I'm one of the boys, but they are my friends and we have fun together.
TLDR: You are a great writer, and as someone who doesn't watch hockey, I enjoyed the characters you portrayed
thank you so much!! that is such a great thing to hear. i try to write the mc as least "pick-me" as i can. i hope the stories relay my idea that she is a girl's girl and silently yearns for there to be another girl in the group.
the biggest compliment you wrote was that you don't watch hockey and still enjoy my series WHATTT my brain can't even process how much that truly means to me. i'm curious as to how you found the series, and what reeled you in in the first place.
however it happened, that is genuinely soooo amazing to hear and i'm so glad that you're enjoying this series. thank you so much for your kind words :)
summary: groupchat au with the reader (the little sister of the hughes brothers), luke hughes, ethan edwards, mark estapa, rutger mcgroarty, and mia (readers bsf/roommate)
warnings!! cursing, luke being a bully (per usual, but she has defenders this time)
a/n: hello lovlies! i thought i'd share some more insight on the readers relationship with the umich crew. i hope u like it bc i had so much fun building her little college world, and a fic is in the works! happy reading :) love u all <3 -mars
DISCLAIMER: all of the characters in this story are only based on real people. every word i write is 100% fictional. the way i've written them does not reflect their actions in real life. if you'd like, you can read my thoughts on the hughes brothers controversey.
Oh we know that luke and hughes sister were causing CAHOS at umich!!
currently writing a umich fic!! reader is living in an apartment w/ her best friend, and they live next door to ethan and mark. it's gonna give more insight abt readers life away from her brothers (besides luke, but they're much nicer to each other when around mutual friends), and also her college friend group. dw, i'm still working on "party from hell" pt 2, and another lake house fic.
Does Hughes!sister get with any of the guys friends?If this is too weird of an ask pls ignore!
okk, i made a hughes sister text blurb a while ago and just realized i never posted it. it was right after nj beat minnesota, and i think it just got scrambled in the mix of other blurbs.
anyways, giving this solo blurb to u guys! it's up for interpretation ;)
stop it right now. you’re telling me that jack calls her princess in a derogatory way? mars……
well... i'd say it's more teasing than derogatory. though right after she kissed quinn, it probably felt derogatory to both of them.
the first couple times in the story, he was being more flirty teasing. it was never really an affectionate nickname, but over time it became what he always calls her. i think it's lost it's teasing tone, and is now just normalcy.
i do hate to break your heart like this though </3
summary: pt. 7 of the groupchat au with reader & her brothers quinn, jack, and luke
warnings!! cursing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of marijuana
a/n: another part to the heavily requested hughes sister gc :) if you hadn't noticed, i've decided to move forward with pretending that the controversy does not exist in my fics bc everything i write has NOTHING to do with who these people are irl. however, this text string does emphasize the "close in age" bond she has w/ luke. hope u enjoy <3 -mars
DISCLAIMER: all of the characters in this story are only based on real people. every word i write is 100% fictional. the way i've written them does not reflect their actions in real life. if you'd like, you can read my thoughts on the hughes brothers controversey.
