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 SlafkovskĆ½, 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 itās not amazing but I hope you all enjoy šš
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Quinn Hughes
Quinn notices before you do. Heās leaning against the counter, half-listening, when someone steps a little too close to you. Too familiar. His jaw tightensānot angry, justā¦ aware. He doesnāt interrupt. Doesnāt glare. He waits. And when you finally turn back toward him, he steps closer, shoulder brushing yours like itās accidental. His hand rests at the small of your back, grounding. āYou ready?ā 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 itās nothing, arm draped loosely over your shoulders. āWhatāre we talking about?ā he asks, grin sharp but playful. The other guy backs off immediately. Jack looks down at you, smirking. āYou okay?ā Itās teasing, but his fingers tap against your arm like heās checking youāre still there. Later, quieter, he admits he didnāt love seeing someone else make you smile like that.
Luke Hughes
Luke freezes a little when he sees it. Heās not great at jealousy yetāit hits him all at once. He watches you laugh at something someone else says, and his chest tightens. He doesnāt interrupt right away, just waits, fidgeting. When you come back to him, he exhales like heās been holding his breath. āWere they bothering you?ā he asks softly. When you say no, just flirting, he nodsā¦ 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. āThere you are,ā he says warmly. His grip tightens just slightly. Later, when you tease him about it, he admits it bothered him more than he expected. āI trust you,ā he says. āI just donāt love sharing your attention.ā
Will Smith
Willās reaction is quiet but intense. He watches from across the room, unreadable, jaw set. He doesnāt rush in. Doesnāt interrupt. When you finally meet his eyes, thereās something heavy thereāhurt mixed with restraint. He pulls you aside gently. āWere you okay?ā When you say yes, he nods, but his voice drops. āI donāt get jealous easily,ā he admits. āBut seeing someone else look at you like that? Yeah. Didnāt love that.ā His hand lingers in yours longer than usual.
Macklin Celebrini
Macklin tries to be mature about it. He tells himself itās 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 offāuntil he doesnāt. āI didnāt think itād bug me,ā he admits, quieter now. āBut I didnāt like feeling like I could lose you.ā He looks embarrassed, honest. āGuess that means I care more than I thought.ā
Sidney Crosby
Sidney notices instantlyāand 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 itās just the two of you, he admits it did register. āI donāt mind people noticing you,ā he says evenly. āI just like being the one you come back to.ā His hand squeezes yours, steady and sure, like he never doubted itābut still wanted to say it out loud.
William Eklund
Williamās reaction is more emotional than he expects. He tries to joke about it, but thereās a flicker of insecurity he canāt hide. When you rejoin him, he leans into you, resting his forehead briefly against yours. āI know you didnāt do anything wrong,ā he says softly. āI justā¦ā He shrugs. āDidnāt like how easy it was for someone else to imagine themselves with you.ā His smile returns afterābut itās gentler now, more protective.
Juraj SlafkovskĆ½
Jurajās jealousy shows in his body language. He straightens, crosses the room in a few long steps, and stands beside youātall, solid, unmistakable. He doesnāt say much, just places a hand on your lower back and meets the other personās eyes calmly. The message lands. Later, he grins when you tease him about it. āWhat?ā he says. āI wasnāt mad.ā He leans closer. āJust reminding them youāre not available.ā
Cole Caufield
Coleās reaction is half teasing, half sulky. He pouts exaggeratedly when you come back, earning a laugh from you. āOh, so thatās your type now?ā he jokes. But later, when itās quiet, he admits it bothered him. āI know itās dumb,ā he says. āI just donāt like feeling like I have competition.ā He relaxes when you kiss his cheek. āOkay,ā he smiles. āWorth it.ā
Connor Bedard
Connor doesnāt know what to do at first. He watches, heart racing, feeling something sharp and unfamiliar. When you return, heās quieter than usual. You notice immediately. When you ask, he hesitates, then admits, āI didnāt like that.ā Itās simple. Honest. He looks almost embarrassed. āNot because of you. Justā¦ because I care.ā He relaxes when you reassure him, shoulders finally dropping like heād been holding tension the whole time.
Trevor Zegras
Trevor reacts instantlyādramatically. He slides in with a grin, arm around you, charisma turned all the way up. āSorry,ā he says to the other person, smiling sweetly. āTheyāre taken.ā Later, he laughs it off, but thereās an edge beneath the humor. āI trust you,ā he says. āI just donāt trust anyone who looks at you like theyāre already planning a future.ā He kisses your temple, playful but sincere.
Adam Fantilli
Adamās reaction is subtle but heavy. He watches the interaction, jaw clenched, hands shoved into his pockets. When it ends, he exhales slowly. āThat guy was flirting with you,ā he says, not accusingājust stating a fact. When you agree, he nods. āYeah. Didnāt love that.ā He steps closer, voice quieter. āNot because I donāt trust you. Just because I donāt like the idea of someone else wanting what I have.ā
Kent Johnson
Kent tries to pretend he doesnāt noticeābut he does. He makes a joke when you come back, something light, but his eyes search your face. Later, when itās just you two, he admits it caught him off guard. āI didnāt think Iād care,ā he says softly. āTurns out, I do.ā He smiles sheepishly. āA lot.ā He reaches for your hand, fingers lacing together like a quiet promise.
