How these NHL players react to there S/O being hit on
Quinn Hughes, Jack Hughes, Luke Hughes, Clayton Keller, Will Smith, Macklin Celebrini, Sidney Crosby, William Eklund, Juraj SlafkovskĂ˝, Cole Caufield, Connor bedard, Trevor Zegras, Adam Fantilli, Kent Johnson x F!Reader
Warnings - Jealousy / possessiveness, Mild emotional tension, Brief mentions of flirting, Light physical touch (hand on back, arm around shoulders, etc.), Soft angst but overall fluff
A/N - first reaction fic in a hot minute and of the new year so apologies if itâs not amazing but I hope you all enjoy đđ
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Quinn Hughes
Quinn notices before you do. Heâs leaning against the counter, half-listening, when someone steps a little too close to you. Too familiar. His jaw tightensânot angry, just⌠aware. He doesnât interrupt. Doesnât glare. He waits. And when you finally turn back toward him, he steps closer, shoulder brushing yours like itâs accidental. His hand rests at the small of your back, grounding. âYou ready?â he asks calmly. But his thumb presses in, just enough to say mine without ever saying it out loud.
Jack Hughes
Jack clocks it instantly and hates how casual the flirting feels. The laugh. The lean-in. He slides in beside you like itâs nothing, arm draped loosely over your shoulders. âWhatâre we talking about?â he asks, grin sharp but playful. The other guy backs off immediately. Jack looks down at you, smirking. âYou okay?â Itâs teasing, but his fingers tap against your arm like heâs checking youâre still there. Later, quieter, he admits he didnât love seeing someone else make you smile like that.
Luke Hughes
Luke freezes a little when he sees it. Heâs not great at jealousy yetâit hits him all at once. He watches you laugh at something someone else says, and his chest tightens. He doesnât interrupt right away, just waits, fidgeting. When you come back to him, he exhales like heâs been holding his breath. âWere they bothering you?â he asks softly. When you say no, just flirting, he nods⌠then reaches for your hand anyway, like reassurance for both of you.
Clayton Keller
Clayton stays polite. Too polite. He smiles, chats with someone else nearby, but his eyes keep drifting back to you. When the flirting gets obvious, he finally steps in, wrapping an arm around your waist with practiced ease. âThere you are,â he says warmly. His grip tightens just slightly. Later, when you tease him about it, he admits it bothered him more than he expected. âI trust you,â he says. âI just donât love sharing your attention.â
Will Smith
Willâs reaction is quiet but intense. He watches from across the room, unreadable, jaw set. He doesnât rush in. Doesnât interrupt. When you finally meet his eyes, thereâs something heavy thereâhurt mixed with restraint. He pulls you aside gently. âWere you okay?â When you say yes, he nods, but his voice drops. âI donât get jealous easily,â he admits. âBut seeing someone else look at you like that? Yeah. Didnât love that.â His hand lingers in yours longer than usual.
Macklin Celebrini
Macklin tries to be mature about it. He tells himself itâs nothing. Still, he drifts closer, listening in, inserting himself into the conversation just enough to shift the dynamic. When the flirting fades, he relaxes. Later, he laughs it offâuntil he doesnât. âI didnât think itâd bug me,â he admits, quieter now. âBut I didnât like feeling like I could lose you.â He looks embarrassed, honest. âGuess that means I care more than I thought.â
Sidney Crosby
Sidney notices instantlyâand handles it smoothly. He joins the conversation with calm confidence, redirecting without confrontation. The flirting stops almost immediately. He keeps things light, respectful. Later, when itâs just the two of you, he admits it did register. âI donât mind people noticing you,â he says evenly. âI just like being the one you come back to.â His hand squeezes yours, steady and sure, like he never doubted itâbut still wanted to say it out loud.
William Eklund
Williamâs reaction is more emotional than he expects. He tries to joke about it, but thereâs a flicker of insecurity he canât hide. When you rejoin him, he leans into you, resting his forehead briefly against yours. âI know you didnât do anything wrong,â he says softly. âI justâŚâ He shrugs. âDidnât like how easy it was for someone else to imagine themselves with you.â His smile returns afterâbut itâs gentler now, more protective.
Juraj SlafkovskĂ˝
Jurajâs jealousy shows in his body language. He straightens, crosses the room in a few long steps, and stands beside youâtall, solid, unmistakable. He doesnât say much, just places a hand on your lower back and meets the other personâs eyes calmly. The message lands. Later, he grins when you tease him about it. âWhat?â he says. âI wasnât mad.â He leans closer. âJust reminding them youâre not available.â
Cole Caufield
Coleâs reaction is half teasing, half sulky. He pouts exaggeratedly when you come back, earning a laugh from you. âOh, so thatâs your type now?â he jokes. But later, when itâs quiet, he admits it bothered him. âI know itâs dumb,â he says. âI just donât like feeling like I have competition.â He relaxes when you kiss his cheek. âOkay,â he smiles. âWorth it.â
Connor Bedard
Connor doesnât know what to do at first. He watches, heart racing, feeling something sharp and unfamiliar. When you return, heâs quieter than usual. You notice immediately. When you ask, he hesitates, then admits, âI didnât like that.â Itâs simple. Honest. He looks almost embarrassed. âNot because of you. Just⌠because I care.â He relaxes when you reassure him, shoulders finally dropping like heâd been holding tension the whole time.
Trevor Zegras
Trevor reacts instantlyâdramatically. He slides in with a grin, arm around you, charisma turned all the way up. âSorry,â he says to the other person, smiling sweetly. âTheyâre taken.â Later, he laughs it off, but thereâs an edge beneath the humor. âI trust you,â he says. âI just donât trust anyone who looks at you like theyâre already planning a future.â He kisses your temple, playful but sincere.
Adam Fantilli
Adamâs reaction is subtle but heavy. He watches the interaction, jaw clenched, hands shoved into his pockets. When it ends, he exhales slowly. âThat guy was flirting with you,â he says, not accusingâjust stating a fact. When you agree, he nods. âYeah. Didnât love that.â He steps closer, voice quieter. âNot because I donât trust you. Just because I donât like the idea of someone else wanting what I have.â
Kent Johnson
Kent tries to pretend he doesnât noticeâbut he does. He makes a joke when you come back, something light, but his eyes search your face. Later, when itâs just you two, he admits it caught him off guard. âI didnât think Iâd care,â he says softly. âTurns out, I do.â He smiles sheepishly. âA lot.â He reaches for your hand, fingers lacing together like a quiet promise.
