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I will write for my favorite celebs! This list may keep growing, but right now, I will write for:

Luke Hughes Jack Hughes Quinn Hughes Macklin Celebrini Will Smith(maybe per request) Sidney Crosby (crosby!reader only)

So feel free to make requests for these people!!!

Random fact:

I will never EVERRR write unresolved angst. I cannot begin to tell you how many times I have been left HEARTBROKEN because I didn't see the angst warning. 😭 It breaks my heart too much to leave angst unresolved. For those who don't like resolved angst, however, I will make the resolution in part two, so it's up to the reader whether it gets resolved!

This page will be edited, but for now, that's it! Thanks for reading!!! 🤍🤍🤍

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Everyone knows you as the nerd, the weird girl in class who only cares about her grades. You’re socially awkward, too, which doesn’t help.

“Does she really just do nothing fun?” One of Quinn’s friends mumbles as you walk by with your nose in a textbook. 

“She’s so weird,” another one says.

Quinn feels sick in his stomach as his friends make fun of you for doing nothing wrong. “It’s such a shame, since she’s so pretty,” Quinn says, trying to change the subject to something nicer without speaking up against his friends.

“If you think she’s so pretty, why don’t you ask her out?” One of his friends scoffs.

“What?” Quinn says, eyes widening.

“Yeah,” another says. “I dare you to get with her.”

The sick feeling in his stomach only grows. “Guys, that’s so mean,” he says. Unlike his friends, Quinn was raised right and has no interest in playing with a girl’s heart like that.

“What, are you scared?” One says while shoving Quinn’s shoulder.

“Live a little, Quinn,” says another.

“Fine,” Quinn says, even though it makes him feel sick. “I’ll do it.”

All of Quinn’s friends start cheering as they collectively push him towards where you’re sitting on a bench. Quinn slaps them away and makes his way to you on his own.

He stands frozen in front of you. For once, what he is feeling is fear. If this goes terribly wrong, he will never forgive himself. He doesn’t want to play with you, but he doesn’t want to disappoint his friends.

As he stands there, lost in thought, you look up, confused.

“Hello?” You say, sounding half annoyed that he is just staring at you.

Quinn snaps out of his thoughts, looking at you. “I- uh-” he tries and fails to start speaking out of nervousness. Not nervousness of rejection, but nervousness that comes from doing the wrong thing.

You raise an eyebrow, setting your book in your lap.

“I was wondering,” Quinn starts, taking a deep breath. “Would you maybe wanna go out sometime?”

Your eyes widen in shock, and you close your book and throw it aside. “Out out? Like on a date?” You ask in disbelief.

Quinn almost chooses to back out, but seeing your face completely melts him. You look so excited, like you’re trying to contain it but can’t. He refuses to take that smile off your face.

“Yeah, I think you’re really cute,” he says softly.

The smile on your face grows huge, and you sit there awkwardly, trying not to seem weird. Quinn can’t help but find it adorable.

Quinn looks to the side of you, seeing your phone. “Here,” he says. “I can give you my number,” he adds.

You nod quickly, scrambling to grab and hand him your phone. As he types his number in, you stand, watching with sparkling eyes and a big grin.

Quinn smiles warmly as he hands your phone back to you. “See you…” He takes a moment to think. “Friday?” He asks.

You nod relentlessly again. “Friday sounds great.

—

Friday afternoon, you stand in front of your mirror in the nicest, short black dress you own, which you have never had the proper occasion for. For once, you applied more makeup than just mascara, and you even put on all your pretty jewelry and matching heels.

You smile at yourself, finally feeling beautiful and not being focused on a thousand other things. Suddenly, you hear a knock at your door.

Quinn is here.

You throw your purse over your shoulder and jog to the door. You smooth your dress one more time and take a deep breath before you pull the door open.

Standing in front of you is Quinn in a black button-up shirt and a pair of denim jeans. He’s holding flowers, and he has a soft smile on his face.

Seeing you, Quinn’s jaw drops. He had always known you were pretty, but seeing you so different does something to his brain, and he still can’t quite tell what it is. As he snaps out of his trance, he hands you the flowers.

“These are for you,” he says.

Your smile grows as you take them from him, lifting them up to your nose to smell. You step back, offering to let him come inside. He enters, closing the door behind him.

“I’m going to put these in water, make yourself at home for the time being,” you tell him. Then, you disappear into the other room.

Quinn looks around, taking in his surroundings. He sees that there’s one coat hung up on the coat rack, one pair of shoes at the door, and one backpack against the wall.

Did you really have no roommate?

He frowned as he continued to notice more proof. His heart sank slightly at the thought. No wonder you had been so excited when he asked you out; you probably feel lonely.

Before he can think about it too much more, you emerge from the doorway with the same huge smile on your face, and for some reason, it’s contagious.

“Ready?” You ask, readjusting your purse.

He nods, opening the door for you like a gentleman.

—

At the restaurant, you both sit tucked in a corner booth. Just based on your reactions, it is no secret that this is a new experience. The way you look around with a sparkle in your eye doesn’t go unnoticed to Quinn.

The date starts off calm.

“So, what do you do in your free time?” Quinn asks.

You smile. “I like to study most of the time, but sometimes I read,” you reply.

Quinn smiles. “I like reading too,” he adds. “But I don’t have much time because of hockey and everything.

You smile. “I went to one of your games recently,” you say. “You have quite the talent.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You went to one of my games?”

You nod. “I was looking for ways to get out in the community more,” you say. “I stay in my dorm a lot.”

That pretty much proves Quinn’s assumptions to be true. He nods in understanding.

“I guess since we’re here, I might as well admit that I’ve actually liked you for quite some time,” you tell him, smiling sheepishly as your eyes shift down to your hands.

Quinn’s eyes widen. “You have?” He asks.

You nod, making eye contact again. “I thought I would never have a chance,” you say.

He sits there, frozen.

“So I hope you know that this is one of the best things that has ever happened to me, and I’m really glad I caught your eye,” you add. “I don’t get noticed by guys as amazing as you.”

As soon as you admit to your feelings, Quinn feels an uneasy feeling in his stomach. He feels like the most evil guy in the world for following through with this stupid dare. He feels like he should tell you the truth, but after hearing you pour your heart out, he can’t do it.

It’s too late to back out.

So for the whole date, the sick feeling in his stomach only grows.

—

Later that night, after he has dropped you off, he stares at his ceiling, regretting everything. You’re such a nice, genuine person, and he is playing you.

He will truly never forgive himself after the day he has to break your heart.

—

After three weeks of talking and going on dates, you finally ask Quinn the question he’s been dreading.

“Quinn?” You ask, looking up at him with big eyes as you sit curled against his side, movie playing softly in the background.

“Hm?” He looks down at you.

“What are we?” You ask him.

Quinn freezes, unable to find an answer. “I mean…”

“It’s just,” you start. “We have been hanging out for like a month, and what we have isn’t casual,” you say.

He nods, not sure what else to do.

“Are you ready to make it official?” You ask nervously.

He wants to tell you no. He wants to admit everything and apologize for doing something so horrible. But seeing the look in your eyes? The nervous, sparkly gaze, he can’t say no to you.

He feels terrible.

He forces a smile, turning his head towards you more. “I would love to make it official,” he says to you.

The excitement on your face is immediate. You practically jump up, only to latch back onto him in a light hug.

“I know it’s so early to say this, but I love you, Quinn,” you admit. “I’ve loved you for so long.”

Quinn wraps his arms around you, chin on the top of your head. He stares at the wall with guilt as he runs his hand over your back. “I love you too,” he says, unable to leave your words one-sided, even if the sincerity is.

You pull back again, and he immediately forces a smile back onto his face. Your gaze goes from his eyes to his lips, and back to his eyes again.

He notices, and does it back without even realizing. The next thing he knows, you’re leaning in. He can’t think of any way to get out of it, so his lips connect with yours in a kiss.

Quinn feels his cheeks flush at the action.

When you pull apart, you curl back against his chest and into his arms.

He squeezes you, attempting to distract himself and make himself feel better about what he’s doing.

—

You and Quinn have been together for eight whole months when he starts to catch feelings.

He had a whole plan to break up with you by telling you that he plans on having a career in hockey, and he wants to focus on it more, and that he can’t give you the attention you deserve.

It was all planned out.

But when he’s finally with you and ready to do it, he looks into your eyes and realizes that he would actually miss you if he leaves you. 

He’s been with you so long that you’ve just become a big part of his life, even if he doesn’t realize he likes you yet.

So when you smile at him, he opens his arms like usual. When you enter his embrace, he holds you tighter than usual, burying his face in your hair.

The only difference, though? This time, he feels his cheeks heat up, and for once, he doesn’t feel bad. He doesn’t feel the uncomfortable feeling in his stomach. 

He enjoys holding you.

And even though he’s very aware of the difference, he doesn’t yet realize that he has fallen in love with you.

—

After ten months of dating, Quinn realizes that he’s fallen head over heels for you.

Seeing you in the stands at one of his hockey games, cheering loud and proud anytime he does anything, already makes his heart start beating. But what really makes him realize is what happens after the game.

“Quinn!” You exclaim as you run towards him, barreling right into his arms. “You played so good!”

Quinn smiles, but not on purpose this time. He just can’t help it. When he hugs you back, he presses a kiss to your forehead without a thought.

“Thank you, baby,” he says, the pet name slipping out.

You feel a giddy feeling take over you as he uses that term of affection for the first time. “Baby?” You ask, teasingly.

He immediately turns red with embarrassment, stuttering over his words. “I- I mean, if that's okay-”

As he stumbles over his sentences, you grab the back of his head and yank him into a kiss.

In that moment, Quinn realizes just how much he actually loves you. He doesn’t hold back anymore. He pulls you in by the waist, melting into the kiss and reciprocating everything.

Sure, he’s done similar things with you before, but this time it’s deeper and more intimate. The longer it goes, the more he melts. Even you can tell the difference, but you don’t comment on it due to being too lost in the moment.

When the two of you finally pull apart, you rest your foreheads together, panting breathlessly with soft smiles on your faces.

Quinn feels so overcome with love at the moment that he gets all giddy. He wasted so much time intentionally pushing away his feelings and focusing on the “dare” that he didn’t even stop to think that he might see things differently now. He feels stupid for taking so long to realize, but now that he knows, he plans on trying to be the best boyfriend he can.

The two of you go back to his room that night, and you sleep over for the first time. He gives you one of his hoodies and a pair of his sweatpants for you to sleep in, and you get cozy very quickly.

You look at him with a big smile. “Your clothes are so comfy,” you say, reaching towards him.

Quinn joins you in bed, smiling down at you with nothing but affection. “You can keep those. I have so many,” he tells you as he slides in next to you.

Your whole face lights up with excitement, and you curl up against his side. “Thank you, Quinney,” you say.

He feels his heart flutter at the nickname. You’ve called him that countless times before, but now that he fully understands his feelings, it really hits different.

Suddenly, you yawn, nuzzling your head closer to his chest.

Quinn immediately starts stroking your hair gently, lulling you into sleep.

“Goodnight, y/n.”

“Goodnight, Quinney.”

As your breathing evens out, Quinn feels more warmth spread through his chest. He stares at your soft features, more awestruck than he’s ever been. He wishes deeply that he had opened his eyes to this earlier on and seen that he had something, or someone, so amazing right in front of his eyes.

Slowly, the rise and fall of your chest and the soft sound of your breathing ease him into sleep, holding you close against him.

—

After a year and a half of dating, it’s safe to say that Quinn is utterly obsessed with you. He had distanced himself from the friends who dared him to date you just months after he fell in love.

In fact, Quinn has practically forgotten that he’s with you because of a dare. In his head, he asked you out because he wanted to.

Things are going great between you. You hang out almost every day, you love each other dearly, and you both can’t imagine a life without each other.

But unfortunately, things have to go wrong.

One day, you’re walking around campus with your hand in Quinn’s, chatting calmly as you make your way down the sidewalks.

“You’re still with her?” You hear a voice call from behind you.

You both turn around to see one of Quinn’s friends. You instinctively grab Quinn’s arm tighter, and he takes a step in front of you.

“What do you want?” Quinn asks, annoyed. He can tell that his “friend” is trying to cause trouble.

“The dare has been long over, buddy,” the guy says with a smirk. “You can leave her now.

Quinn glares at his friend, attempting to shut him up without saying anything.

“What dare?” You ask quietly.

“Nothing, baby,” Quinn says too fast. He feels fear spread through his body.

“Quinn didn’t tell you?” The guy scoffs. “Back when Quinn was still exciting, we dared him to get with you.”

Quinn’s jaw clenches angrily until he feels you pull away.

“You got with me because of a dare?” You ask, emotion taking over your voice.

“Yeah,” says the guy. “It was always for a dare…

He never loved you.”

Tears spill from your eyes before you can stop them. A sudden surge of anger takes over you, and you march the two steps right back in front of him.

“Fuck you,” you say through gritted teeth.

Then, your hand moves on its own. You don’t even realize what's happening until you feel the sting on your hand, hear the sound of a slap, and see the shape of your hand printed in red across Quinn’s face.

You hear a group of boys laughing and see the guy run back over to his friends, but you focus back on Quinn.

He reaches up, gently rubbing his cheek as he stares at you with hurt eyes.

Your anger turns into pure hurt, and a sob escapes your mouth.

“Was it all a lie?” You ask, shaking your head.

“Honey, no,” he attempts, but you storm off before he can even try to explain.

You stomp down the sidewalk, crying loudly, despite your efforts to keep quiet. You don’t know exactly where you’re going, but your feet keep moving anyway.

Quinn chases after you as his eyes start to burn. “Y/n,” he calls over and over.

But you just keep walking.

He suddenly jogs up behind you and grabs your shoulder. “Y/n, please,” he pleads.

You spin around in one, quick, angry motion. “Get away from me!” You yell, voice cracking as you do. You continue walking away.

“Will you please just let me explain!” Quinn begs, still chasing after you, overcome with the fear of losing you.

You don’t respond. You just walk faster.

Still, Quinn does not leave you alone.

“Y/n, please! I promise you it wasn’t all a lie!” He shouts.

You spin around once more, causing Quinn to stop in his tracks. You’re practically seething with anger as you look up at him.

“I don’t want to talk to you,” you grunt. “Fuck you and your stupid games.”

You begin walking away once again. Then, you hear the infuriating sound of Quinn’s footsteps continuing behind you. This time, you don’t turn around again.

“Fuck off!” You shout, walking even faster.

Finally, Quinn lets you go, figuring if he wants to even have a shot at saving this, he needs to give you some time alone. He stands there frozen, watching you walk away. Tears burn his eyes, and he feels his heart split in two.

When you leave his sight completely, he lets his tears fall as he begins the walk back to his room.

—

That night, you both grieve alone. You cry in bed all night, cursing Quinn under your breath between sobs.

Quinn, on the other hand, stares at the ceiling with tears silently streaming down his face. He knew he should have told you, but how do you even bring something like that up?

He knows he needs to fix this, and he is going to fight until he can’t anymore because if he loses you, he doesn’t know what he will do.

He has no idea how he could possibly win your trust back or even let him talk to you, but he brainstorms ideas anyway.

—

He gives you three whole days to calm down. Three torturous days. Being without you after constantly being with you is the emptiest Quinn has ever felt. He doesn’t doubt the fact that it feels even worse for you, but he can’t bear to think of it.

Quinn knows you’re in your room when he knocks at your door. He doesn’t expect you to open, but you do. When he looks into your eyes, he half thinks you’re gonna let him in. But unfortunately, you had not expected him, so you slam the door in his face and lock it after realizing who it is.

He quickly tries to push the door open, but fails in his attempts. “Baby, please,” he shouts through the door.

No response.

Quinn sighs, leaning his forehead against the door. “Fine,” he starts gently, talking loud enough for you to hear through the door. “I know you don’t want to talk or see me, but please just try to listen,” he says, emotion pulling at his voice.

Still no response, but Quinn hears the shuffle of you sliding to sit on the ground by the door. He knows he wasn’t meant to hear it, but it makes him smile just a little.

He slides down to sit with his back to the door, too. “Since the truth is already out, yes, I asked you out because my friends dared me to,” he says.

Tears pull at your eyes even though you already know the truth.

“But I don’t regret it one bit,” he adds.

Your breath hitches, and tears flood your eyes, because how could he be so cruel?

“I don’t regret it because then I never would have realized that you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he says.

Your heart starts beating fast even though you’re still filled with doubt.

“Sure, it started as a stupid dare, and I was too stupid to back out of it. But then I got to know you, and I learned how amazing you are,” he continues.

Tears spill from your eyes again.

“And it took me way too long to realize that I do love you, but when I finally did, I guess the whole ‘dare’ part of it all slipped to the back of my mind.” He sighs, “And I am so, so sorry, y/n. I know I should have told you, and I feel like shit for it.”

You shift, pressing your forehead to the door.

“And I will spend forever apologizing, even if you don’t forgive me, because now I don’t know how to live without you. I love you.”

You let out a shaky breath, and he hears it.

“I love you,” he repeats. “More than anything.”

Suddenly, the door opens behind him,m and he jumps up immediately. When he turns, he’s met with your rosy cheeks and teary eyes. He looks at you nervously, not saying a word.

“You mean that?” You ask hopefully.

He nods, gently lifting a hand to wipe a tear from your cheek. To his surprise, you don’t stop him.

“How can I believe you?” You ask.

He exhales, having expected this. “If I didn’t mean it, I would have ended things a long time ago.”

You look up at him, still not quite convinced.

“And why would I be trying so hard to get you back if I didn’t love you?” He adds, trying his hardest to convince you that he is truthful.

That does it. Your sobs fall from your mouth uncontrollably as you walk right into his arms, hugging him tightly. He holds you back even tighter, burying his face in your neck.

“I love you so much, baby, you don’t even understand,” he mumbles against your skin.

“I love you too, Quinn,” you reply, reaching a hand to play with his hair.

The two of you stand like that for what feels like hours before you drag him through the door and onto your couch. Quinn lies down on the corner of the couch, and you curl up on top of him. 

The fact that you forgave Quinn is practically a miracle to him. If you hadn’t forgiven him, he wouldn’t have known what he would have done.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers to you.

You prop yourself up to look him in his eyes. “You’re an idiot,” you smile.

Quinn smiles too, pinching your cheek. “I know,” he replies.

The two of you start laughing together, finding humor in the situation now that the air is cleared.

“I really do love you,” Quinn says, leaning his forehead against yours.

You smile. “I love you too, Quinney.”

He leans closer, giving you every chance to pull away, and you don’t. So his lips connect with yours in a warm kiss, one that feels more real than ever.

When you finally pull apart, you both giggle again, tucking close together again.

“I promise I won’t hide things from you anymore,” he whispers.

You nuzzle closer against his chest. “I believe you.”

Quinn presses two kisses to the top of your head, wrapping his arms tighter around you and pulling you closer. As the tension melts, he relaxes and smiles against your hair.

And as he holds you, he thinks back on how this all started. If he had backed out of the dare because it was “mean,” he would never be lying here with the love of his life.

He doesn’t regret a thing. 

a/n: loved writing this! I'm surprised i buckled down enough to write something so long. i hope you enjoy this <3

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Finn stands in the doorway with a backpack twice his size and a big, cheesy grin plastered across his face. He is practically vibrating with excitement as he bounces on his toes, barely keeping himself from sprinting out the door.

“Are you ready, Finny?” You ask, walking over and lifting him into your arms. You attack his face with quick kisses.

Finn giggles, trying to pull away from your relentless attack. “I go to school!” He exclaims with a big smile.

Jack emerges from the kitchen holding Finn’s lunchbox, which he stressed over all last night and all this morning, even as you reassured him that it doesn’t have to be anything special compared to what Finn eats for lunch at home.

“Look at you, big boy,” Jack smiles, setting the lunch box on the floor and taking your son from your arms. He tosses him up in the air, laughing along with Finn’s giggles.

You smile, watching the exchange. Your baby is growing up too quickly, but seeing Jack with him never gets old. They are utterly obsessed with each other, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You glance over at the clock, realizing you’re running out of time. “Pictures?” You ask. Jack looks over, nodding. He sets Finn down, much to Finn’s dismay. You pick up the “1st day of school” sign that you had all made the night before, carrying it outside with the boys following close behind.

“Finn, baby, why don’t you sit on the steps?” You point to the stairs leading to the porch, and he happily waddles over with his backpack still on his back. He plops down, beaming up at you and Jack. You hand him the sign.

Finn starts giggling, holding the sign up above his head with pure joy. His reaction and his excitement makes you and Jack laugh along. You quickly pull out your phone, snapping pictures of him sitting there so happy.

“Why don’t we take a picture with you and Dada?” You ask Finn with a smile, to which he starts squealing, throwing the sign down, and making grabby hands towards his dad. Jack gasps dramatically, keeping his mouth wide open as he scoops up his son, spinning him around.

“Smile big for mommy,” Jack says to Finn, who obeys, giving the biggest, cheesiest grin to the camera. Your heart melts as Jack leans his head against Finn’s.

After a few pictures, Jack speaks up. “Hey, sweetheart, why don’t you let me get one with you and Finn?” He offers, holding a hand out.

You nod, smiling as you exchange Finn between the two of you. Finn immediately tucks his head into the crook of your neck, squeezing you tightly. You gently press a kiss to his head.

Jack snaps a picture of that.

“Finny, can you look at the camera now, baby?” Jack asks sweetly, to which Finn turns his head to look at the camera, smiling big yet again. You smile at the camera, effortless beauty radiating from you. Jack smiles as he takes more pictures.

“My loves,” he mutters joyfully under his breath. He snaps one more photo and then puts his phone away. 

“I think it’s time to get someone to school,” you grin, looking at your son as he starts bouncing excitedly in your arms.

“School!” He exclaims, giggling again. You laugh with him, glancing over at Jack, who looks at the two of you with a soft, lovesick smile.

You set Finn back on his feet, and he sprints over to the car. Jack walks over to you, resting his hands on your hips. He smiles, leaning his forehead against yours.

“Our baby is growing up,” You whisper to him.

“Don’t even say that,” he replies, pressing one finger to your lips.

You smile, pressing your lips to his in a quick kiss. “He’s going to school, Jacky,” you say.

Jack sighs, pulling back and looking at the ground. “Yeah, I don’t know if I’m quite ready for this.”

You giggle, reaching up a hand to pat his cheek gently. “Ready or not, we have to go now so he’s not late.”

“Right,” Jack mutters, stepping back as he pulls his keys out of his pocket to unlock the car. The two of you walk over, where Finn is relentlessly slapping his hands onto the car door in hopes of being let in.

Jack hoists Finn up in his arms with a big grin. “Alright, big guy, here we go!” He tells him. You open the car door for them, and Jack places Finn gently in his car seat.

You lean against the car, rubbing Jack’s back with your thumb as you smile at Jack and Finn’s interaction while he gets Finn buckled. Finn’s baby giggles are your favorite sound in the world.

Finally, you hop into the passenger seat, and Jack takes his spot in the driver’s seat. “Are you excited, baby?” You ask Finn as Jack begins driving.

“I go school!” He exclaims, kicking his legs with excitement. You and Jack laugh at how adorable your little boy is.

“That’s right, baby,” you say to him softly. You look over at Jack’s face. You can see his smile, but you also see right through to the emotion in his eyes. His hand is resting on the center console, and you quietly place yours over his.

You can see the appreciation on Jack’s face.

“I make friends,” Finn says, very matter-of-factly. You and Jack giggle.

The car ride is full of loving glances between you and Jack, and a lot of random, adorable yapping from Finn. He truly is the sweetest and cutest kid in the world.

“We’re almost there, Finny,” Jack says, glancing in the rearview mirror. “Are you ready?” He asks.

Finn squeals in delight, clapping his hands and kicking his feet. “Ready! Ready!” He shouts.

Just then, the car pulls up to the preschool you had all visited once before to see if it was the right fit for your dear son. 

“Mama and Dada walk me in?” He asks, clutching his backpack.

You smile. “Of course, sweetie,” you say to him.

Jack shuts off the car and hops out to begin unbuckling Finn. The boy does not stop smiling for even a second. Seeing him excited only warms you and Jack’s hearts.

When Jack finishes getting Finn out of his car seat, he lifts him and sets him on the ground. He reaches back in to grab his backpack and helps Finn put it on. You walk around the car, melting at the sight of your toddler beaming up at Jack while holding his backpack straps.

“Time to go in?” You ask, bittersweetness lacing your tone.

Finn nods enthusiastically and jumps, showing he is ready without having to say it out loud. You walk over and take one of his hands, and Jack takes his other hand.

The three of you walk into the building in comfortable silence, swinging your hands playfully as Finn smiles. Eventually, you do make it to his classroom, where you see kids already playing with blocks and other toys. Finn tries to run, but you and Jack stop him.

“How about a goodbye first, Finny?” Jack asks, rubbing his shoulder gently. Finn giggles at being stopped, immediately turning to hug his dad.

“Bye, dada,” he says with a smile.

Jack presses a kiss to Finn’s forehead. “Goodbye, Finny, have an amazing first day,” he replies.

Then his hands Finn over to you.

“I love you, sweet boy. Have an amazing day at school,” you say to your son. You begin attacking his face with kisses as he giggles and flails around.

Finally, when you stop your attack, he kisses your cheek back. “I love you, mama, bye bye,” he says.

You set him back on the ground, and just as he starts walking…

“Finn, wait,” Jack says, to which Finn turns around, confused. Jack kneels down to his level and pulls him into one more big hug.

“I love you,” Jack says, eyes just slightly glassy.

“I love you too, dada,” Finn replies, beaming up at him.

And finally, he turns around. Jack stands with his shoulder touching yours as the two of you watch your baby boy walk into the classroom for his first day of school ever. He pretty quickly finds his spot on the floor with a few other kids who seem to like him.

You glance over at Jack and see the emotion in his eyes. You smile and nudge him, turning away to begin walking to the car. He jogs up to you, taking your hand and continuing the walk to the car in pure silence.

When you both get back in the car, Jack lets out a shaky sigh, looking down. You rub his shoulder gently, giggling quietly. Not in a judgmental way, just understanding.

“He’s never been away from both of us for this long before,” Jack says, resting his forehead against the steering wheel.

“I know, honey,” you say, smiling sympathetically at him.

“What if something happens and we aren’t right there?” He asks, turning his head to look at you. His eyes are shiny and slightly red, and his eyebrows are furrowed. He looks almost perplexed.

“Jack, he has been so excited about this for weeks. He is going to have an amazing time, and we can pick him up in five hours,” you tell him, reaching a hand over to cup his cheek.

“I guess,” he says, sitting up again.

“Let's go home and watch a movie, yeah?” You say, hoping to get the worry out of his head.

He nods, starting the car and beginning to drive without a word.

The car ride is silent, but you hold hands over the center console the whole drive. Jack squeezes your hand tightly while you run your thumb against his.

When you do finally pull back into your driveway, Jack quickly shuts off the car and runs over to your side. You have already stepped out and are closing the door when Jack wraps himself around you tightly, face buried in your neck.

You shiver slightly in surprise, but quickly wrap your arms around him, rubbing his back. “Jack, honey, it’s okay,” you say gently to him.

He sighs and nods against your neck, so you just let him hold you for a minute.

After a short while, you pull back. “We can continue this inside, okay?”

Jack smiles warmly at you and starts walking. When you make it inside, you head straight for the couch. The second you sit down, Jack curls up against your side like a puppy. You wrap your arm around him as you turn on a random movie.

You lean your head against Jack’s and gently rub his shoulder with the hand you have wrapped around him.

Jack doesn’t pay attention to the movie at all. You can see his gaze zoned out on the floor, and you can tell he’s deep in thought. You nudge him gently, and he leans closer to you again.

“I miss Finny,” he says.

“Jack, honey, it's only five hours,” you giggle softly, but there isn’t much humor to it.

“I know, but he hasn’t been away from both of us this long, I can’t help but worry,” he says, burying his face back into your chest.

Your whole afternoon is full of random movies that neither of you pays attention to, lots of whining and complaining from Jack, and lots of affection between the two of you. Even though Jack is pretty preoccupied worrying about his son, he does have to admit that having alone time to just be with you feels great.

Eventually, it is time to pick Finn up, and Jack sprints to the car as you laugh hysterically behind him. He starts the car before you even get in, but he politely waits for you to get in and buckle before he starts driving.

“We’re picking him up from preschool, Jack. Not prison,” you joke as he goes seven over the speed limit.

“I don’t wanna leave him waiting, plus, I miss him,” Jack replies, impatience flooding his tone.

It doesn’t take long before Jack is pulling into the pick-up line at the preschool. Jack jumps out of the car and runs to the other side, where you step out much more calmly.

And then…

“Mama! Dada!” You hear your son yell gleefully. You see Finn running at you from the front doors, and you both kneel down, arms open.

Finn runs right into your arms, giggling like crazy.

“Finn! How was school?” You ask him.

“Did you make friends?” Jack asks.

“So fun!” Finn exclaims. “I make lots of friends!”

You both pull Finn in tighter, so proud of him for braving through his first day.

“Let’s get you home, baby,” you say to him. “You can tell us all about your day.”

Finn nods excitedly, running into the car from the door you had left open for him. Both you and Jack stand up, looking into each other’s eyes.

“Was that so bad?” You tease.

Jack smirks. “The worst,” he adds on.

His hands fall onto your hips, and his forehead rests on yours. 

“We made the sweetest boy ever,” Jack says with a big smile on his face.

“We really did,” you respond.

a/n: i love this au so much, it is truly the cutest and i hope you all love it too. Finn is like tha baby I can't have, because i'm too young, so expect me to express my inner mother in these fics lol

taglist: @idkwhatthisis2009 , @rusty436 , @dancerbailey3

Somehow, you’ve gotten so behind with no way to catch back up that doesn’t involve practically killing what’s left of you. It has all sucked your soul out to the point where the things you were interested in before are now dreaded.

Whenever your friend’s message, you ignore them for hours and always tell them you’re busy when they want to hang out. You know the isolation only makes it worse, but you can’t bring yourself to see your friends.

And Mack, your sweet boy, doesn’t even know half of what’s going on with you. You reply to him a lot more compared to all your friends, but you also tell him you’re busy most of the time. You love him to death, but you can hardly bring yourself to face him either.

Now, you lie on your bed, laptop open, playing your video lesson, but you aren’t paying attention. Your phone is face-up beside you, when suddenly you see the screen light up. When you look, you see that Macklin has texted you.

You stare at the message, cheek against your bedsheets, as you feel a tear run down your face. And then, before you can stop it, another. You can hardly bring yourself to respond. God, you miss him, too. So much. But you can’t bring yourself to be around anyone anymore. It takes you nearly ten minutes before you reply.

Your stomach sinks when your biggest fear comes true. As much as you love Macklin with your whole heart, you don’t want to see him. Your depression is swallowing you whole, and you just want to be alone. 

You don’t bother replying to Macklin even though the guilt eats you alive. You feel more tears slip down your cheeks before you even realize you’re really crying. Suddenly, a sob escapes your mouth, and the sound only makes you sadder.

It doesn’t take long for your crying to completely consume you, pulling you into deep, endless thoughts about how you just wish you could feel happy again. Your mind races, thinking of all the times you’ve felt stupid, useless, unworthy, and it only gets worse.

You cry for what feels like hours, the sound of your lesson fading into the much-forgotten background as your cries soften enough to lull you into a much-needed sleep. The sound of the air conditioning makes you jump, and the sound of the wind against your window makes you twitch, even in sleep.

By some miracle, the sound of your bedroom door creaking open and closed doesn’t wake you up. You still lie there, even in sleep, tears streaming down your face, cheeks puffy, brows furrowed, and lesson still going. And that’s how Macklin finds you.

Mack hadn’t at all expected what he walked into. When you had left him on read, he knew something was really wrong. He had noticed that you’ve been off lately, but he figured that if something serious were going on, you would’ve told him.

Turns out that wasn’t the truth.

Macklin walks over, carefully sitting on the bed beside you. You stir at the feeling of the bed dipping, eyebrows knitting in discomfort. Seeing this, Macklin lifts a hand to start gently rubbing your arm.

Your eyes flutter open, and you look up at your boyfriend.

“Mack?” You question, struggling to pull yourself fully out of sleep.

“Baby, what’s going on?” He asks, concern taking over his tone. 

Hearing how worried he is causes a loud, ugly sob to fall from your mouth, and then another one. And before you know it, you’re crying again. Hard.

Mack’s eyes widen. “Hey, hey, hey,” he says, scrambling to pull you into his arms. “I’ve got you,” he mumbles into your hair as he wraps his arms tightly around you.

If you had known before that being with Mack instead of avoiding him was what you really needed, you would have told him how you feel a while ago. You melt into his hold, crying into his chest as he gently shushes you. His soft, sweet nothings are comforting, and you can feel your racing heart calming down.

“I’m so sorry, Mack,” you choke out through your sobs.

Macklin squeezes you tighter. “For what?” He asks, confused.

You look up at him, flush-faced and teary-eyed. “For avoiding you and for pushing you away,” you tell him. “I didn’t realize that I needed you most right now.”

He presses a kiss to the top of your head as he slowly runs his fingers through your hair. “You don’t have to be sorry,” he says. “I’m here now. I want to help you.”

You nod, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He asks, cupping your cheek in one warm hand.

You nod again, opening your eyes to look up at his face.

Mack looks around for a moment before carefully pulling you over to the headboard, lifting the covers over your legs, and taking you back into his arms. “What’s going on, sweetheart?” He asks, voice soft and worried.

You snuggle into his chest, avoiding looking into his eyes. “I’m not happy anymore, Mack,” you mumble against his chest. “I don’t enjoy doing anything anymore.”

Tears pool in Macklin’s eyes as he listens to you tell him the truth. “What can I do for you, baby?” He asks. He can’t help but feel helpless.

“Just hold me,” you whisper. Hearing that, Macklin slides both of you to lie down against your pillows. He wraps his arms tighter around you, pulling you as close as possible.

“I wish you had told me sooner,” he whispers.

“I’m sorry,” you choke out.

“No,” he says firmly. “Don’t apologize. I just wish I could’ve been here for you before it got so bad.”

“I wish I had realized that I needed you,” you tell him. “I love you, Mack.”

“I love you more, baby,” he mumbles against your hair.

Just then, your phone pings with a notification. Mack reaches for it, looking at it for you. “Maddie is asking to hang out tomorrow,” he says.

“Tell her no,” you say.

He furrows his brows, looking down at you. “Are you sure? When was the last time you hung out with your friends, baby?”

“I’m sure. I don’t want to hang out with her, Mack,” you say. “I don’t want to hang out with anyone. I can’t bring myself to.”

“But-” Macklin starts, but you cut him off.

“You’re the only exception, baby.”

He stops for a moment before he unlocks your phone and replies to the message for you, politely telling your friend that you have plans for tomorrow already. He silences your phone and throws it to the other side of the bed.

“I’m the only exception?” He asks, eyes still glassy.

You nod against his chest. “I missed you so much,” you say. 

“God, I missed you too,” Mack says. “Do you want me to stay the night?” He asks.

“Please,” you say. Your voice sounds so small that he could cry.

“Of course, baby,” he says. “Anything you need.”

And finally, with the one thing you didn’t even know you needed so badly, things are starting to feel better, even if just a little bit.

Soon, you drift off in Mack’s arms. He presses one last kiss to your forehead before falling asleep next to you, holding you tightly.

a/n: i've never written anything really sad before, so heres this, and this is also my first mack fic!! i hope you like!!!

taglist: @idkwhatthisis2009 , @thejordiverse

After his last injury, he had explained that he was worried about getting so many injuries that his ability to play hockey would be permanently affected, so you pretty much knew exactly why he was upset, and it was understandable.

Sitting with Luke in the waiting room is even quieter. His gaze is fixed on the floor as his good shoulder leans against your side. You can sense his nervousness, so you pull his hand into yours and gently caress his palm.

Finally, when his name is called, you pat his knee as a way to tell him that you’ll be there for him when he wakes up.

Luke stands, looking down at you. “Thank you for coming with me,” he says, leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead.”

You smile, catching his lips briefly before he pulls away. “Anytime, my love.” You gesture him towards the waiting doctor and watch as he disappears into the hallway.

—

As you walk into the room after Luke’s successful surgery, you’re greeted by the sterile smell before you see Luke lying on the clinic bed. He hasn’t woken up yet, but he looks calmer than he has in a long time.

There is a chair right beside the bed, so you take a seat, looking over his peaceful face. Your hand gently finds his cheek as you caress the soft skin with your thumb.

You had texted the Hughes family group chat before entering the room to let them know that the surgery was successful.

Your eyes jump to a stray curl that falls over his eyelid, and you gently brush it away with your fingertips. Just then, his eyes begin to flutter.

You smile at his scrunched expression as he takes in the bright lights along with the rest of his surroundings.

“Welcome back, love,” you say to him in a hushed voice, watching as his eyes drift over to you.

He manages a smile when he’s conscious enough to understand what’s going on.

“You stayed,” he says quietly, very pleased at the fact that you were there the second he woke up.

You lean in, pressing a quick peck to his lips. “Of course I did, honey.”

Just then, your phone rings. You sigh, annoyed at the interruption. But before you can ignore it, Luke tells you to look at it.

“It’s Jack,” you say, answering the phone and bringing it up to your ear.

“Hello?” You hear from the other end.

“Hey,” you reply.

“How’s my baby brother doing?” He asks in a teasing tone.

You smile, looking at Luke. “He’s doing great. Just woke up, actually. Wanna say hi?” You reply.

“Put me on speaker,” Jack demands playfully. You follow his instructions, tapping the button to put the phone on speaker.

“Hi, Jacky,” Luke says with a smile, eyes closing again.

“Hey, Lukey. How are you feeling?” He asks, a smile clear in his voice.

Luke huffs out a breath of air, almost a laugh. “Tired,” he says.

“Well,” Jack says. “I’m glad you’re ok. I was just calling to check in. I’ll let you go now,” he adds. “I love you, and I’ll see you in Michigan in a few days.

“I love you too, bro,” he replies, opening his eyes again to look at you.

You smile back at him, turning the phone off of speaker and pulling it back to your ear. “Thanks for checking in on him, Jack. It means a lot to him. We’ll see you soon.”

“See ya,” you hear before the phone hangs up.

—

After days of living in a hotel and going in and out of the clinic to make sure everything is still fine, you and Luke finally fly up to Michigan. You both sleep the whole flight, making the long-awaited summer destination arrival feel sooner.

You carry your own bag out of the airport and to the Uber, much to Luke’s dismay (since he only has one hand).

Alas, you arrive at the lake house, greeted by the rest of the Hughes family the second you step out of the Uber. Quinn grabs your bags from the car, rushing them up to the porch before running back over to say hello.

“Made it back in one piece, I see,” Quinn says to Luke as he pulls him into a side-hug, avoiding his injured shoulder.

Luke chuckles, patting Quinn’s back in return. “Luckily so,” he replies.

Then, Quinn makes his way over to you with a warm smile. “Hey, y/n. Thanks for taking care of him,” he says, wrapping his arms around you and patting your back.

“No problem, Quinn,” you say, hugging him back. “It’s good to see you!”

Then, Luke’s parents begin patting his back, kissing his face, hugging him, and fussing over him, as any worried parents would.

“I’m so glad the surgery went well, honey,” says a smiling Ellen. “We were worried sick.”

Luke smiles, hugging his parents and reassuring them that he is, indeed, doing great.

Suddenly, you hear the front door fly open and the very familiar sound of Jack yelling. Seconds later, Jack is wrapped around his little brother, carefully, of course, mindful of his injured shoulder.

“Lukey, you’re back!” Jack shouts gleefully with a laugh. “I missed you!”

Luke cackles, trying to push his brother away. “I saw you a week ago!” He exclaims, referring to their brief goodbye in their shared New Jersey apartment.

“Which means I haven’t seen you for a week!” He fights back, attempting to justify his earlier statement.

Everybody joins in on the laughter as Quinn walks over again to drag Jack away from his youngest brother. 

“Don’t worry, Luke. When I got here, I got an even crazier greeting from this one,” he says, ruffling Jack’s hair playfully.

“I believe it,” Luke says, smiling and shaking his head.

After a couple more minutes of chatter, you all make your way inside, carrying your bags up to the room you and Luke share every summer.

As you begin to unpack your bag, Luke flops dramatically onto the bed, watching you with puppy dog eyes.

You glance at him briefly, only to look back down and continue your act with a smile.

“Sweetheart?” Luke calls, inching closer to you.

“Yes, Lu?” You answer, looking up at him as you neatly lay clothes on the bed.

“I’m hungry,” Luke says shyly, smiling at you hopefully.

You raise an eyebrow. “Then go get a snack, honey,” you tell him, focusing back on your chore.

Luke frowns and groans theatrically. “But it tastes better when you get it for me,” he whines.

You roll your eyes, but you don’t hide your smile. “Let me guess,” you start. “You’re gonna use this injury as an excuse to make me take care of you like a baby, and you’re going to milk it as long as you possibly can.”

Luke smirks proudly. “Spot on,” he says. “You’re so smart, baby.”

You grin, leaning closer to him. “I know.”

“Now, can you pretty please get me something to eat?” He pleads, puppy dog eyes returning.

You roll your eyes again while laughing. “Of course, honey. Come downstairs with me, I’ll make you something.”

Luke’s eyes light up with excitement as he jumps out of bed. As you make your way down to the kitchen, Luke follows right behind you like a lost puppy.

As you start digging for the things you need, you half expect Luke to sit patiently at the island. But you couldn’t be more wrong. He is very much in the way, trying to stay as close to you as possible.

“Luke, honey, I love you,” you say, cupping his cheek in one hand. “But you are really getting in the way.”

Luke melts into your touch, placing his good hand over yours. “I just like being near you, pretty,” he replies.

You smile up at him. “I like being near you, too, but I can’t make you food if you’re in the way.”

He sighs with feigned annoyance, stepping back until he can sit down at one of the stools against the counter. He props his chin in his non-slung hand, looking at you with love in his eyes.

You smile at him for a moment before returning to your task.

—

After thirty minutes of cooking, you finally place an easy meal in front of Luke, taking your seat beside him.

He smiles and nods at you to show appreciation for taking the first bite. You see the way his eyes light up immediately as he eats what you provided him. When he swallows, he turns to you with a soft smile.

“Thank you, my love. This tastes amazing.” He presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. He may be injured and needy, but you never stopped being his baby.

“Anytime, honey.” You smile proudly.

—

After eating and getting everything put away, the two of you travel back upstairs for an early bedtime. Traveling has made you two very understandably tired, so getting to rest up before having fun all summer sounds very nice.

Luke flops down onto the bed again, right when he gets to the room. You chuckle softly, walking over to sit beside him.

“Lukey,” you call, rubbing his back gently.

“Yes, baby?” He replies.

“I think we should shower before we go to bed,” you tell him, grimacing at the thought of going to bed without showering after being on a plane and in an Uber.

Luke groans. “But how am I supposed to do that with one arm?” He asks, looking at you with frustrated eyes, but you see right through him.

You sigh, smiling. “Do you need help?” You ask him, already knowing the answer.

Luke perks up, smiling bigger than ever. “Yes, please,” he says.

You giggle, standing up again and beginning to walk towards the bathroom. You turn around, beckoning him to follow you.

He listens, joining you in the doorway before you continue walking to the bathroom. You flick the bathroom light switch and search for towels in the cabinet, and Luke decides to be helpful and turn the water on so that it can start warming up.

Luke tries to pull his hoodie with low effort, and he obviously fails. “Y/n, can you help me?”

You laugh, walking over to help. You gently pry away his sling, setting it neatly on the counter. Then, you very carefully pull his hoodie over his head, making sure to avoid injuring his shoulder again.

You succeed at your task, placing the discarded hoodie beside his sling on the counter. You let him finish undressing as you do the same for yourself. Then, the two of you step into the shower together.

Luke pulls you close, resting his chin on your shoulder and inhaling calmly as the warm water runs down his back.

“I love you,” he says peacefully, already winding down for the day. You can tell he’s super tired, and you find it sweet.

“I love you too, honey,” you reply, playing with the hair on the back of his head.

—

The two of you wash up, getting rid of all the airport germs. Finally, you stand in the water, washing your hair as Luke watches. When you finish rinsing out all of the shampoo, Luke speaks softly.

“Can you help me wash my hair?” He asks shyly. 

You can tell he is more sheepish asking for this because it is something he actually needs help with. “Of course, baby,” you say.

You gather a pump of shampoo into your hands as he bows his head down for you, since he is quite a bit taller. When you can reach, you begin gently massaging the shampoo into his hair. You hear him sigh contentedly, and you smile.

“You’re too good to me,” he tells you as you continue running your fingers through his hair.

“It’s nothing,” you reply.

“No, seriously,” he says. “I keep asking you to do ridiculous things, and you just… do them.”

You smile again. “It’s called love, honey. I’m here for you always.”

He lifts his head as you remove your hands from his hair, smiling at you with a mess of curls and suds atop his head. “Seriously, thank you. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Lukey,” you reply. There is a brief moment of silence before you begin rinsing the soap out of his hair. He looks unfairly beautiful with the water running over his closed eyes.

When you finish, the two of you step out onto the floor mat. You wrap a towel around yourself before helping Luke wrap one around his hips. 

You pick up everything left on the counter and make your way back to your shared room together. You set the things down on the dresser before digging for pajamas.

For Luke, you find a hoodie and sweatpants, and for yourself, you find short shorts and one of Luke’s t-shirts. You lay them all out on the bed as Luke sits on his side.

You put your pajamas on first, and then, without asking, you walk over and help Luke put his pajamas on. As you finish, you look up to see him smiling down at you with a lovesick look in his eyes.

You smile back. “What’s that look for?” You ask.

“You’re so good to me,” he says, pulling you in with his good arm, resting his chin in your head. You wrap your arms around his middle, gently running your hand over his back.

“You’re worth it,” you reply, muffled into his chest.

Luke presses a lingering kiss to your forehead, running his hand through your hair. “I love you,” he says.

“I love you too, Lukey,” you reply. When the two of you finally pull apart, you help Luke put his sling back on as he sighs in disapproval. You know how uncomfortable it is, but you both know he has to wear it.

Finally, the two of you climb into bed together. You lie on your back, and Luke curls up carefully against your side. He nuzzles his face against your neck, doing his best to get comfortable.

“What do you think about sleeping in really late tomorrow?” You ask Luke.

“I like that idea,” he replies, sleepy and barely there.

“Goodnight, Lu,” you say to him.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he replies.

You lie awake, waiting to fall asleep until he does. It doesn’t take long at all. Only minutes later, you hear his breathing even out and feel his heartbeat steady against your arm.

The sound of him breathing and the warmth of him sleeping next to you lull you to a deep sleep as well, peaceful beside your favorite, injured boy.

As much as you hate to admit it, you are happy to be the doctor he has at home.

a/n: lovedddd writing this, i'll prob make it a 2-3 part series overtime! I am pretty busy though so who knows when i'll get to it...

taglist: @idkwhatthisis2009 , @rusty436 , @dancerbailey3 , @septembervirgorose

And sure, he knows I exist. We’ve held eye contact once or twice, we’re in some of the same classes, and he’s even been impressed with some of my presentations.

But to him, I’m no more than just a classmate. A peer. A background character in the movie of his life. If I were even a supporting role in that movie, I would be happy.

But no.

I saw him for the first time at the beginning of the school year. It started with just thinking he was good looking. I would catch myself staring every once in a while because his face is so pretty, but it was never anything more than that. Just a physical attraction.

But now it’s more than that. Much more.

It only took a week. One week of seeing him every day, and now my feelings are more than just that. I feel a deep fluttery feeling in my stomach whenever he’s near, and now I can’t help but stare even more. I know it’s love, and I wish it wasn’t.

Because the truth is, I haven’t even spoken to him once.

Now, sitting in my bed on my phone, I have made the not-so-difficult decision to tell my long-distance friend.

“I think I’m in love,” I text her. “He’s so beautiful, you don’t even understand,” I add.

“Girl, you need to talk to him!” She replies.

“I can’t, I’m scared!” I reply. “What if he has a girlfriend? Or what if he’s too old for me!”

I stare at an empty screen for a minute before reading a reply. “You need to get your man!”

We go on and on about this subject for a long time. I keep telling her I can’t, and that I’m scared as she continues to give me good advice and motivation.

As the conversation dies down, so does the evening sun. Soon, my room is covered and a blanket of darkness. I plug my phone in and sigh as I lean back against my pillow, staring at the ceiling.

I try to pull my mind away from everything, but all I can think about is him. His beautiful smile, his pretty eyes, his flawless hair, and his everything else. 

He truly is perfect.

As I continue to think about him, my eyes slowly flutter shut as I fall into a deep sleep; the only state of calm I can feel these days with everything going on.

—

As I slowly blink awake, sitting up and rubbing my eyes, thoughts of Luke come pouring into my head all again. Graduation is in a week, and since he’s a senior and I’m a junior, I’ll never see him again if I don’t do something now.

I stand up and walk over to my mirror and look at myself.

“He probably only likes skinny girls.

He probably only likes pretty girls.

He probably doesn’t like brunettes.

He’s too handsome to be single.

He probably thinks I’m weird,”

Are all thoughts that race through my head, giving me a sick feeling in my stomach. If I wan’t to avoid rejection, I need to look my best.

So I sit at my vanity and spend way too much time following a new makeup tutorial.

After nearly an hour, I apply setting spray and find the confidence to admire myself. I actually look good. More than good, I look beautiful! I smile to myself, finally feeling less insecure.

As I continue to look at myself, my eyes drift to my hair. It’s okay, sure, but it needs to be better. I glance around and spot my round blow-dry brush, and decide that a blowout is the way to go.

So I spend another hour blowing out my hair, making sure everything is perfect. But when I’m done, I look even better.

I finally feel confident and ready.

So I put on my cute outfit, grab my backpack, phone, and keys, and I run to my car.

The drive to school is filled with Olivia Rodrigo music. Especially her new single, drop dead.

I park my car extra meticulously, and I practically run inside. Today, I am going to talk to him. I finally have the courage, and it’ll be great, I think to myself.

If I ask him out, the worst he can say is no.

As I stand by my locker, putting some things in, he walks by looking as good as ever. I have truly never seen a man more beautiful than Luke. Not having him is driving me insane and I know it shouldn’t.

I think about going to him now, but I decide against it. We have one mutual friend, and I should ask him about Luke first before I approach him.

As if on cue, he walks down the hall just in front of me. I smile and wave him over, and he smile’s in return as he makes his way to me.

“Good morning,” he says cheerfully. 

“Good morning,” I reply with a smile. “Can I tell you something?” I suddenly get quiet, and he senses that the topic is serious.

“Yeah, of course,” he says.

“Promise you won’t tell a soul,” I say.

He nods. I take a deep breath.

“I’m gonna be so real,” I say. “Luke is cute.”

My friend bites his finger jokingly and looks around with his eyes.

“This is a big deal because I haven’t had a crush since middle school,” I say.

“You secret is safe with me, don’t worry,” he tells me.

I sigh. “Is he single though? Do you know?” I ask him. “Because if he has a girlfriend, I don’t even want to try anything,” I add.

He suddenly frowns at me and sighs. “He’s dating someone,” he says.

I feel my heart plummet to the floor. I feel butterflies in my stomach, but not for the right reason. This time, they make me feel sick instead of giddy.

“Oh,” is what I manage to let out. “Good to know.” I nod sadly, forcing a smile.

“I’m sorry,” he says to me sympathetically.

“No, no, it’s okay, really!” I assure him, even though I feel the pain already. “Don’t worry, my feelings weren’t that intense, I can get over them super fast!”

He smiles again, clearly relieved that I am alright. “Well that’s good,” he says, patting my shoulder. “Well, I have to head to class, so I’ll talk to you later, see ya!”

I watch as he walks away. I don’t even say goodbye. The only thing I’m aware of is the throbbing pain in my chest. I never would have expected something like this to hurt so bad. Because even though I don’t want to admit it, what I’m feeling is heartbreak.

I already knew I didn’t have a chance, but now I know it’s just not possible.

“Lucky girl,” I think to myself about his girlfriend.

I’m not going to sit here and shame him for having a girlfriend, nor am I going to shame his girlfriend for being with him. I am not that kind of person.

But that doesn’t stop the unnescapable jealousy I feel.

Throughout the whole day, I feel sick. Even now that I know he has a girlfriend, even trying to push my feelings away doesn’t work. In fact, the more I look at him, the more I want him. My feelings for him keep growing no matter how hard I try to get them to go away.

—

It’s hours after I learned the painful news, and Luke and I just so happen to end up at the same door. He holds the door open for a bunch of students who make their way through, and he keeps it open for me.

But I take it from him, gesturing him to go and smiling politely.

“Thank you,” he says with a smile, nodding at me as he walks through the door. 

He smiled at me.

“God, his smile is so beautiful,” I think to myself.

As soon as he’s turned away, I walk through the door too, my hands coming closer to me and grasping around my own middle. My smile fades and I feel even more pain.

That was the first time we’ve ever spoken, and I didn’t say a word to him. I didn’t say “you’re welcome,” or even “of course.” I said nothing.

And knowing he has a girlfriend, there’s not a single thought in my head about going after him anymore. But just knowing I’ve at least spoken to him once would help give me piece of mind.

So I push myself through the day as best as I can, and run to my bedroom as soon as I get home. I flop onto my bed, not even bothering to take off my day clothes, and the first thing I do is cry into my pillow.

Maybe crying it out is the best thing for me to do right now, since there aren’t many other options. Sure, I could just suck it up and deal with it, but that doesn’t give my feelings room to breathe.

So yeah, crying it out is best.

Crushes were never for me. Every guy I have ever had a crush on is either way out of my league and very unattainable, or just out of reach. Where Luke falls, I will never know because I only know the version of him I see in the hallways. I don’t know how his relationship is going, and I definitely don’t know if he would even look my way. 

Because he probably wouldn’t even if he wasn’t with someone. Plus, I will never see him again after he graduates.

Luke has a permanent circle drawn around him, and I have always been just outside the lines, admiring from uncrossable distance.

I know that one day I will have the strength to get over this. But until then, I’ll stare at him in the hallways with the same crushing pain I already feel. There’s no use in trying to “get rid” of my feelings, because that will never work.

I need time, and I have plenty of it.

So I’ll stay outside the lines…

…watching,

Hurting,

Learning,

And healing.

a/n: this was definitely an emotional roller coaster to write since it hits so close to home. maybe im being dramatic about the whole situation, but it does actually hurt so bad so i hope you enjoy!

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You are happy to let him propose whenever the timing feels right for him. Because you know you will always be ready when he is.

You’re at yet another Devils home game. You make it your mission to go to every single one you possibly can, yet you never get tired of it. You love watching your boyfriend play, seeing how in his element he is as he glides around the ice.

It’s some sort of event game, and Jack had let you know beforehand that you, along with other WAGs, would come down and meet your partners on the ice after the game for pictures.

The game ends up going into overtime, and you see how dialed in Jack is. He seems to be trying harder than usual to score the game-winner, and all his teammates seem to be setting him up to make the goal. You don’t think too much of it.

You sit on the edge of your seat, an uneasy yet hopeful feeling in your chest. “Come on, Jack,” you whisper to yourself.

And then, as if he heard your encouragement from the ice, Jack scores the game-winning goal with less than a minute left in overtime. You jump up, cheering with all the other WAGs, laughing and banging on the glass.

Jack skates by quickly with a huge smile on his face, tapping the glass in front of you with his stick. Soon after that, the players are all lined up on the ice. You and the rest of the girls are let onto the ice, walking along the red carpet that was laid down for a safe entrance.

You make your way straight to Jack with a big smile on your face. As soon as you make it to him, he pulls you into a tight hug. He’s sweaty, but you don’t mind.

“Good game, honey,” you say to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he replies, patting your back.

Your attention drifts to the photographer who has just made his way to the two of you after going down the line from each player and their significant other. You take a small step closer to Jack, looking down briefly. To your surprise, when you look back up, everyone but you, Jack, and the photographer is making their way to the boards.

You look around in confusion and then turn back to Jack.

But when you do, he is no longer eye level with you.

Jack has dropped to one knee on the ice, ring box open in his hands, and tears in his eyes. Immediately, you feel tears building behind your own eyes, and your hands fly up to your mouth.

“Y/n,” he starts. “For the longest time, the only thing I cared about was my career. I never thought about love until I found you.” His voice shakes.

You let out a shaky sob, listening to his heartfelt words.

“You have completely changed me for the better. Every day spent with you is more joy than you could ever expect. I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of my life.”

You let out another sob, and Jack lets out one of his own while laughing softly.

“So, y/n l/n, will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?” His voice shakes as he finally asks the long-awaited question.

You sob, nodding frantically. “Yes, Jack,” you pounce at him to hug him. “Goodness, yes. I love you so much.”

Jack hugs you tightly, crying openly with joy. The photographer keeps snapping photos, but you don’t notice, too happy and lost in the moment.

The crowd goes absolutely wild for the star player, cheering and “awhing” at the sweet exchange. Jack pulls away just long enough to slip the beautiful stone onto your ring finger. The ring is silver and covered in miniature diamonds that complement the large diamond centerpiece.

You admire it briefly before squeezing Jack back up in a hug. “I love you so much,” you say into his neck. “I can’t believe we’re gonna get married!”

Jack pulls his head back, pressing his lips to yours in a long kiss. You can feel his smile against your lips, and he can feel yours. When you pull apart, you rest your foreheads together to remain close.

“So,” you say quietly. “That last goal was for me, huh?” You ask, your tone teasing.

Jack chuckles softly. “Of course it was for you,” he says. “Everything I do is for you.”

You giggle softly. “So everyone was in on this?”

He presses another quick peck to your lips. “Of course, honey,” he says.

You smile, proud of him. “I love you,” you say again.

“I love you too,” he replies with a big smile.

“My future husband,” you whisper to him.

Jack smirks, pulling you impossibly closer. “Mhh, my future mrs.”

a/n: this was so fun to write and i think its so cute! i really hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it :)

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He got too scared and completely chickened out of it. So the two of you spent Valentine’s Day as “Friend Valentines,” as you had asked, which honestly crushed him and his poor, “pathetic little heart.

Jack was mad at Luke for missing his chance, and Luke had tried to beg Jack for help, but all he did was tell him to go bother Cameron.

Luke panics at first. He is way too scared to tell your older brother of all people that he has a crush on you, but he trusts Cam, so he does it anyway.

He runs next door and knocks on the front door, hoping it’s anyone but you who answers the door. Thankfully, Cameron is the one who opens the door.

“Can I talk to you?” Luke asks nervously, fidgeting with his hands. Cam nods, letting Luke in. He walks Luke up to his bedroom, where no one can overhear the conversation.

They both sit down on Cameron’s bed, looking at each other. Cameron looks at Luke, listening, and Luke looks… nervous.

“I-” Luke starts, looking down at his lap and fidgeting with his hands. “I really like your sister.”

Cameron raises an eyebrow.

Luke looks up, and his eyes widen, worried that Cam is about to kill him. “I knew you would be mad if I told you!” Luke starts panicking internally, only for Cameron to burst out laughing.

Luke freezes, shocked and confused about why he would be laughing. “What?” Luke asks.

“You really thought that was a secret?” Cam asks, another laugh at the edge of his voice.

Luke’s face turns beet red. “You knew? It was that obvious?” He covers his face with his hands in embarrassment.

“Luke, buddy,” Cameron starts. “Everybody knows.”

Luke groans, looking everywhere but at Cameron.

“But,” he adds. “She likes you, too. A lot.”

Luke looks back up at Cameron, eyes wide and unsure. “You mean she likes me, too? Like… like-like?”

Cameron scoffs and shakes his head in disbelief. “It is crazy how unaware you are. Yes, she likes you too, and it is so insufferable watching you two pine over each other all the time.”

“That’s what Jack said,” Luke mumbles

Cameron laughs again.

Luke takes a deep breath and looks at Cam hopefully. “Well, how do I ask her out?”

Cameron’s eyes widen with glee. “You mean you’re finally gonna do it?” He asks with excitement.

“Yes, and I don’t wanna mess up, so help me!” Luke raises his voice just a bit, clearly fed up with the teasing.

Cam holds his hands up in surrender as he laughs. “Okay, okay, I’ll help you!” He scoffs. “What do you want help with?”

Luke deadpans, sighing in frustration. “I want to know how to effectively ask her out!”

Suddenly, Cameron gets more serious. “Listen, Luke,” he says. “She really likes you. And usually I wouldn’t be one to spill my sister’s business like that, but I know you’re a good kid,” he adds. “Plus, I really want you two to get together.”

Luke nods, listening.

“If you wanna ask her out, I wouldn’t have the answers for you on how to do it,” Cameron says. 

“What?” Luke exclaims, clearly caught off guard at the last statement. “What do you mean? You don’t know? You have to know.”

Cameron chuckles again, placing a firm hand on Luke’s shoulder. “You and y/n are best friends; two peas in a pod. You know what I mean. If you want to ask her out, you need to think long and hard about what you feel is the right way to do it.”

Luke nods, eyebrows furrowed deep in thought. “You’re right,” Luke says to him, wheels turning in his head. You like calm conversations when they’re about important things. You wouldn’t want some extravagant proposal for this matter. Then, he looks up, smiling. “I know what to do.”

Cameron pats Luke’s shoulder. “Go get her, kid.”

Luke grabs Cam’s hand in silent thanks, a huge smile plastered on his face. Then, he takes off running.

He runs all the way behind your house, looking around the back yard where he knows you will be. He glances around, finally spotting you in the porch swing with a book in hand.

“Y/n,” he calls, smiling while jogging to you. You look up, closing your book and smiling excitedly at the sight of your best friend.

“Hi, Luke!” You exclaim, patting the spot beside you on the swing.

Luke’s sudden burst of confidence disappears when he gets close. He nervously takes his seat next to you, looking down at his lap.

“Luke?” You question, knowing something is wrong immediately. “What’s wrong? “I, uh-...” he stutters. “I have to ask you something.

You smile at him, expectantly, not saying a word. Luke looks up, face red and anxious, but a faint smile is stuck on his face.

“Y/n, uhm… I have to be honest.” Luke takes a deep breath, bringing himself to spill the long-awaited words. “I like you. More than as a friend.”

There is a moment of silence. Your eyes widen in shock, and you can feel your heart pounding. You can hardly believe it. Luke looks up and immediately starts panicking.

“Oh god, why did I say that?” He squeaks.

You start giggling uncontrollably at his nervousness. That makes Luke even more scared. He is under the impression that you are laughing at him because you don’t feel the same.

“Luke,” you start, still giggling. “I like you too.”

Luke is caught completely off guard, not having expected that, even with everyone’s repeated assurance that the feeling is indeed mutual.

“You do?” He asks, body melting into something more relaxed.

“Yes, Lukey, I do.” You smile at him sheepishly, blush dusting over your cheeks now, too.

A huge smile grows on Luke’s face, and he practically jumps to hug you. You laugh again, squeezing him around his shoulders.

“This is the best day of my life!” He shouts, clearly very excited.

You push back the urge to kiss his cheek in that moment, squeezing him even tighter instead. “Mine too,” you reply, still giggling softly.

“So,” Luke starts. “What does that make us now?” He asks, pulling back to look at you face-to-face.

You smile at him. “Do you wanna be my boyfriend?” You ask, voice soft and nervous.

Luke nods quickly like an excited puppy.

You giggle yet again. “Good,” you say. “Because I wanna be your girlfriend.”

Luke giggles like a little girl as you hug again, but he doesn’t care. Because he knows you will love him just the way he is.

a/n: not my best work, but I tried my best! I always love writing for these two; they're so precious! I hope you like the way I had this play out :)

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