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Nick_moldenhauer Why’d you post E? That’s weird

User1 I need a minute

Edwards.73 what are these pictures

Y/n.Hughes They’re my favorite pictures 🤠

Edwards.73 well get new favorites

User3 How long have you been together?!?

Brendan.brisson about damn time

Dylanduke25 NO MORE SECRET THIRDWHEELING

Nolan_Moyle You’re still gonna be third wheeling tho

Y/n.Hughes Let the boy live @/nolan.moyle

Markestapa it’s happening

User6 Her brothers are unusually quiet in the comments

User9 RIGHT!! they’re usually like first to say something

User6 They’re probably thinking of a way to scare him away

User2 honestly looking back I should’ve known🤦🏽‍♀️

Trevorzegras Imma go cry

Luca.fantilli how’d they take it

Y/n.Hughes Better than expected

Edwards.73

Edwards.73 girl I’m so in love with you 🫶🏻

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User5 Did this man really just post Luke’s sister??

User0 No this man hard launched with Luke’s sister

Adamfantilli Bunch of disappointed men and women today

Y/n.Hughes 💙

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User8 Ok but these captions are cute

Jacob_truscott20 winning

Edwards.73 I know 💪🏼

G.brindley4 Two hotties

User1 I don’t like the silence from the Hughes brothers

Mackie.samo He lived to tell the tale

Y/n.Hughes Barely 😭

Mackie.samo Wtf happened

Y/n.Hughes I’ll text you

User7 I missed a couple chapters wth

Seamuscasey26 One wrong move and he’s a goner

Edwards.73 why would you say that

Seamuscasey26 It’s the truth

Dylanduke25 more free meals!!!!

User4 That should be me :(

Mark closed his eyes in frustration and thought about the incredible night he had spent with you. He had met you at a party at umich, however you didn't go there. You were just up visiting a friend from high school, bumming a ride off one of your roommates who was going to visit her sister for the weekend. Your friend forced you out to one of the hockey parties that everyone was going to because it was going to be a big celebration after they won against Penn State. You weren’t going to pass up on the opportunity to have some fun but early on into the party your friend disappeared and you didn't know anyone else. You sat on the kitchen counter in an over-packed house, sipping on a beer from a plastic cup when a tall boy approached you.

“You're new.” He says with a smile, leaning up against the counter where you were sitting.

“What makes you say that?”

“I don't let people sit on my counter, but hey I'll let it slide this time.” He says nudging into your shoulder. You gave a small laugh, rolling your eyes.

“I’m no rule breaker.” You say hoping off the counter, except you were a bit more tipsy than you thought and you lost your balance. The boy reached out and grabbed you under your arms, lifting you up to prevent you from falling. You grabbed onto his arms to balance yourself, hiding your face into his chest to hide your embarrassment.

“And no athlete.” He teased, pulling you into him while he laughed. You returned the hug, surprised at how naturally comforted it made you feel, even though he was a complete stranger.

“Actually, I'm an above average bowler.” You say, acting as if his comment really offended you.

“Oh yeah? Bet.”

“Bet.” You nod in agreement and before you knew it he was leading you out of his house and into an uber to go to the nearest bowling alley.

Theoretically, it was a horrible decision, but you couldn't help yourself. You were intrigued by the instant connection between the two of you.

“So what's your name?” You say turning towards the boy in the back seat.

“Mark, what about you?”

“Y/n.” You reply with a smile.

“Are you ready to get your ass beat in bowling y/n?” You roll your eyes at Mark, flashing your smile quickly after. “I’m gonna wipe that pretty smile right off your face.”

A few minutes later you were at the bowling alley. Mark opened the door for you, and then paid for your lane.

“You didn't have to pay for me.” You sighed, taking your shoes from the lady behind the counter.

“It’s fine, don't worry about it.” He said with a soft smile that quickly turned into a smirk. ”Lady’s first.”

You grabbed one of the balls and swung it down the lane, knocking the majority of the pins down. You take a second ball and knock the remaining pins down.

“Not bad, not bad.”

Mark went next, getting a spare as well. On your second turn, you get a strike, turning around and bowing down at Mark as a joke.

“Okay, I see how it is.” He says, also getting a strike.

As the game continued, your celly’s got more and more ridiculous, and you and Mark became more and more giddy. On Mark’s last turn, you caused him to laugh so hard that he got a gutter ball and lost the game.

“What did I say, I’m a pro.” You rest your chin on your hands that were propped up on the table.

“And you looked pretty while you did it.” He said with a smirk, giving you butterflies in your stomach. Mark leaned in close, about to kiss you, when the disco balls dropped down and the black lights turned on making the bowling alley glow in the dark. 80s music began to blast and you and Mark both burst out laughing, scrunching your noses up against each other.

“Uh, here take my sweater.” He said, passing you his blue michigan hoodie. You were confused at first but you could see the pink haze across his cheeks, even in the dark, and you followed his gaze down to your chest. Your white bra was glowing through your shirt. You grabbed the sweater from his hands and quickly threw it on, hiding your embarrassed face in your hands.

Mark grabbed your hands, stretching them out wide before placing his forehead to yours. He rocked you back and forth to the beat of “I wanna dance with somebody” before dropping one hand to put his on your waist, pulling you into him so he could dance with you. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

“So what is your sport that you're semi-pro at?” You asked Mark, cocking your head up to look at him.

“Umm hockey?” He laughed.

“No, you're good at hockey. What's a different sport?”

“How do you know I'm good at hockey? You've never seen me play.” He says giving you a scowl.

“Well considering you’re going to the frozen four, I’d say you're pretty good.” The complement made Mark smile to himself.

“I’m not bad at skateboarding.”

“Skateboarding? Alright bet.” You say in a mocking tone to what Mark said to you earlier in the night.

“Bet!”

Mark grabbed your hand and the two of you walked hand in hand back to his place on campus. It was only a 5 minute drive but the walk was much longer, especially in the cool spring air. You were glad you had Mark’s sweater on. When you got back to his place, the party was still happening, and there were even more people crammed into the house. You opted to wait outside for him instead of getting lost in the crowd. A few minutes later Mark returned with his skateboard in one hand and a bottle of vodka in the other.

“Show me what you got Mr. Tony Hawk.” Mark shook his head and laughed at your dumb comment before he dropped his skateboard, hopping on it and speeding down the street. You ran to keep up with him, but he was going too fast for you. He came back around and then did a trick in front of you. He got off the board, hit his foot on the bottom part and flipped it up into his hand. “Okay, not bad.” You huffed, trying to catch your breath after chasing Mark. He takes a swig of the vodka before passing the board and the bottle towards you. You grab the bottle first, taking a big swig of alcohol, scrunching up your face as you try and get it down. You then took the board from Mark, put it on the ground and stepped on it. The board moved and you lost your balance. Mark reached out and put a hand on your lower back, catching you and pushing you back up onto the skateboard in the same motion. Mark grabbed both of your hands and began to walk, picking up his pace once he saw you were laughing and the two of you went down the street.

“Okay okay slow down!” You squealed and Mark slowed down, moving his hands from yours down to your waist, picking you up off the skateboard and placing you on the ground in front of him. “You win this one.” You say with a giggle.

“Yeah and what's my prize?” Mark's grip on your waist remained strong, pulling you in slightly. You went on your tiptoes and placed your hand on Mark’s jaw pulling him down to your lips. Mark leaned into the kiss, pressing his lips harder to yours. As cliche as it sounds, you felt sparks fly. You had never had such an instant connection with someone like you have with Mark. Mark pulled back, looking down at you with the biggest smile on his face. “What next? Preferably something I can win a prize in again.” You rolled your eyes.

“I don't know Markie, I’m not from here, I don't know what there is to do.”

“You’re not from Michigan? Where are you from?

“Indiana.” You say with a soft smile.

“Well Ms. Indiana, there isn't a whole lot to do in Ann Arbour at 2am but I could show you around campus if you’d like?

“Yeah I’d like that.”

You took another swig of the vodka and Mark grabbed your hand leading you down the street. He showed you some of the important buildings on campus, his favourite places to eat and study, all while asking you questions about yourself.

“Do you have any siblings?”

“Yeah, I have 2 sisters, what about you?”

“I have a brother.”

“What are you taking in school?

“Business, what about you?”

“Medical Sciences.”

“Oh so she's pretty and smart?” Mark says looking over at you smiling. He took another big gulp of the vodka before offering the bottle to you. “Want the last sip?” You took the bottle from him, tilted your head back to get every last drop.

“Can't believe we drank that whole bottle.” You giggle, wiping the drop that escaped from your mouth off your chin.

“Yeah we’ll feel it in the morning.” Marks laughs.

“Oh well, it's probably the only reason I stayed warm for this long.”

“Oh my god, I'm dumb, you must be so cold! You don't have pants on! I mean like you have a skirt on just not pants…” Mark rambled, clearly starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. You giggled and shut him up by placing your lips onto his.

“I think I’ll survive.” You say when you pull away.

“Good.” He smiled down at you. “Let’s get warm though.” He pulls you towards a building and begins fidgeting with the handle to the door.

“Mark, what are you doing?”

“These doors never really lock, plus it's my favourite building on campus.” He jiggled the door open. You look over at the sign on the building, vision a bit blurry.

“What the heck is a Yost?” Mark chuckles

“Cmon, I'll show ya.”

You grabbed Mark’s hand and he brought you into the lobby of Yost. You were in awe of how nice the arena was.

“I see why it's your favourite building.”

“It’s better when it's packed full of people.” He says looking down at the empty seats and fresh sheet of ice.

“You really love it hey?” Mark paused and looked at you with a serene look on his face.

“I really do. I can't imagine doing anything else.” You give Mark a soft smile. “Wanna see the locker room?” You nod at Mark and he brings you down into the locker room. You were shocked at how nice of a locker room it really was.

“This is so nice.” You say admiring the large M lit up on the ceiling.

“Not bad right? This is my stall here.” Marks sits down, spreading his legs apart to pull you in. There was a long pause where he was just staring at you, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles and it was driving you mad.

“Can I sit?” You ask. Mark nodded, expecting you to sit beside him but instead you straddled his lap. His eyes got wide, staring intensely at yours before he pulled you in closer by your hips.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and began making out with him, slipping in your tongue in when Mark let out a moan. Mark's hands were all over you, one tangled in your hair and the other running up and down your back before he settled it on your ass. He grabbed onto it and moved his other hand down too which caused you to let out a breathy laugh.

“Is this okay?”

“Yeah.” You returned your lips to Marks, them crashing harder against each other. You could feel Mark growing underneath of you which was turning you on even more so you began to grind your hips into him.

“Bet you wont let me fuck you right here, right now.” He moaned into your lips.

“Bet.”

Mark lifted up your skirt and slid your underwear to the side before shifting to get his pants down. He lined himself up with your entrance, pulling your hips down so he was in you. Never in your life have you spontaneously hooked up with a guy, mostly because the idea of it stressed you out, but here you were and you didn’t want it to end. Mark’s grip on your waist was tight as you moved up and down on him, a small groan leaving his mouth with each movement. You ran your fingers up through the back of his hair, your arms pressed against either side of his face so he had to look up at you. Your lips crashed against his, craving more of him each second. His tongue swirled in your mouth when you let out a moan. The both of you reached your highs at the same time, Mark's head falling back, and your body falling into his.

To say that was the best sex you had ever had was an understatement. You slid your body off of Mark so you were sitting in the stall beside him. He got up to clean up, returning to you with a towel to help you get cleaned up.

“Whoa.” Mark said with a smirk.

“Whoa.” You say back with a giggle.

“Are you hungry?”

“Uhh I guess so?”

“Perfect, my favorite restaurant opens in 10 minutes, we can go get some breakfast.” Mark reaches out his hand and you grab it, interlacing your fingers with his.

“You're just showing me all of your favorite things tonight I guess.” You tease.

It was about 7am, but you weren't one bit tired. Time felt like it didn't exist with Mark. You felt like you had spent a week with him yet you were craving more time. When you got to the restaurant, Mark chose a booth by the window so you could watch the sunrise while sipping on a coffee. At first you thought it was kind of cheesy, but the sunrise was extra beautiful, maybe due to the boy sitting across the table from you. The sun reflected off his face, giving him a subtle glow, highlighting all of his features.

“More coffee?” The waitress asked. You nodded and she topped up your cup as you picked away at your pancakes.

“Thank you for last night, I don't think I've ever had that much fun.” You admit, causing Mark to blush.

“No thank you, I also had a really good time.” You went to respond but we’re interrupted by your phone ringing. It was your friend who had brought you to the party.

“Y/N? Oh my god, you're alive.” She sighs. “Where are you?”

“I’m at the diner by the hockey rink.” You answer. Before your friend even answered you on the phone, you heard her swing the door open to the restaurant and come rushing towards you.

“I'm so sorry to cut your breakfast date short but your ride home is planning on leaving without you if you aren't ready in 5.

“What?” You exclaim, “they told me they'd be leaving at 8!”

“Yeah… and it's 7:55.”

“Oh shit. I’m not even packed!” You look at Mark wide-eyed and you couldn't help but notice the sad smile on his face. “How much do I owe you for breakfast?”

“Don’t worry about it.” You stand up and he does as well. You wrap your arms around his neck and he leaned down, resting his face in the crook of your neck.

“I’m glad I got to meet you.” You whisper in his ear, planting a kiss to his cheek.

“Me too. Meeting you was my favourite thing to happen to me.” He says tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Bet?” You giggle.

“Bet.” He states, leaning down and kissing you on the lips.

“Come on love bird!” Your friend yells, pulling you away by your arm. You give Mark a soft smile and wave as you leave him standing there alone in the diner.

You were quiet the entire car ride back to Indiana. You couldn't stop thinking about Mark, and how much you missed him. It was hard for you to believe that you missed a boy you had just met the night prior. You had never felt so comfortable with someone so quickly nor trusted someone that easily. You had told Mark things you hadn't even told your friend. Conversation never ran dry and you had learned so much about him, well except for 2 very important details. His last name and his phone number.

You looked up the umich instagram page and found the boy; Mark Estapa, #94 for the Michigan Wolverines. You wanted to follow him and send him a DM but you hesitated. You so desperately longed to talk to him but not once in the 12ish hours you spent together did he bother to ask for your last name or phone number. Maybe he just wanted it to be a one night thing, and honestly you were okay with that, though it would be hard to get over him.

The weekend of the frozen 4 rolled around and you decided you would check it out. Remembering how Mark talked about hockey and teammates brought a smile to your face, he was so excited to be going back this season. You watched the whole game; you watched them lose. Your heart sank as you remembered how Mark talked about how disappointing the ending was to his last season, and now he’s reliving that. You wanted to reach out so badly to let him know you were in his corner but you were too scared he would reject you, so you stayed silent. Little did you know, he was hopelessly searching for you and longing to be reconnected in some way.

Mark woke up as the flight from Tampa landed back in Ann Arbour. He gathered his things and headed back to the team bus with the guys, flopping down into his seat sighing. Ethan sits beside him, giving him a sad smile and patting him on the shoulder.

“You boys good if we stop at Starbucks on the way back?” Nolan says leaning over the seat. Both boys nod.

In the spur of the moment you decided to come up and visit your friend again, she had a banquet and invited you to join her. You had finished your in person classes and just had a few assignments to finish up so you were quick to say yes. You were hoping that maybe you’d run into Mark again.

You were at Starbucks, sipping on a black coffee, working on a final assignment while your friend was in her last class of the day, when you noticed a bus pull up in the parking lot. A few boys funneled out and entered the coffee shop. You nonchalantly stared at them, noticing their matching hockey sweaters. You got up and nervously stood in line behind them.

“Excuse me?” You say causing the group of boys to turn around and look at you. “I'm assuming you guys play on the michigan hockey team?”

“Yeah we do.” A boy with a mullet and mustache stated bluntly.

“Is Mark on the bus?”

“How do you know Mark?”

“Well I only met him once, a few weeks ago, but we spent the whole night together and I was dumb and never got his number.”

“Holy shit he wasn’t making it up?” The boys all look at each other and snicker causing you to blush. “Yeah, Etapas on the bus, but we can’t stay unfortunately.”

“Okay well can I buy a coffee for him?”

“Sure but make it quick.”

You bought Mark the same kind of coffee he ordered that morning you watched the sunrise together in the diner. You asked the barista for the marker and wrote on the cup before handing it to the boys. They waved goodbye and headed back to the bus.

“Here.” Nolan says handing Mark a coffee.

“I didn’t order one.” Mark says not even looking at Nolan.

“Yeah, but you might want this one.” Ethan says, sitting back down beside Mark. Mark grabbed the cup and looked at the message on the side.

“bet you won’t text me- y/n l/n” with your number following. Mark's eyes got wide.

“Wait, is she still in there?” The boys all nod and Mark jumps over Ethan and runs off the bus into starbucks. His eyes scan the room but you weren’t there. He pulled out his phone and texted the number on the side of his cup slowly heading back to the bus.

bet you won’t come kiss me.

Mark anxiously waited outside of the bus for a minute but you were nowhere to be seen. Mark dropped his head in disappointment and turned around to head back onto the bus.

“bet!” You yell to get his attention. Mark quickly turned around and walked towards you, grabbing your face and passionately placing his lips to yours. You let your arms wrap around his neck as he pulls away to bring you in for a hug. The boys on the bus were hollering at the two of you but you didn’t care. All you cared about was that Mark was standing in front of you once again.

“Why are you here?” He asks

“I'm up for my friends' banquet, but if I'm being honest I was hoping I'd bump into you again. Oh and I wanted to return this.” You reached in your bag and pulled out the sweater Mark let you wear that night. Mark smiled and took the sweater from your hands.

“Well i’m glad you came, I’ve spent the last 2 weeks thinking about you everyday, and my friends were starting to think I was crazy.” Mark laughs. “How long are you here til?”

“Until tomorrow.”

“Well we better make the most of our time then.” Mark leans down and plants another kiss on your lips, the corners of his mouth turning up into a smile, yours doing the same.

“Cmon lover boy!” His coach yells over.

“Bet you won’t come on the bus with me.” He says looking down at you with a smirk.

Is the first thing you hear when you answer an incoming call from your little brother. Your face drops and Nolan must’ve noticed because he’s looking at you with a confused look on his face, mouthing ‘Are you okay?’ to you. You don’t respond to Nolan.

“What Luke? What’s up?”

You think you know what’s up. You have a gut feeling that what’s up is that you are in a relationship with his captain, a secret one at that.

“‘What’s up?’ Are you joking? You’re fucking Nolan behind my fucking back. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

You can’t respond, you don’t know how to. You open and close your mouth, making eye contact with Nolan again, who looks very concerned now.

“What? You can’t speak now? Your mouth won’t open? It was open fucking wide for my fucking captain, wasn’t it? God, what the actual fuck is wrong with you? You can’t keep your legs closed for one second, can you? Fuck!”

“Luke I- I’m sorry.”

You mewled out, he had just practically slut shamed you, there were tears all along your waterline, just waiting to fall off your lashes and down your face.

“Oh, you’re sorry? That’s nice, but it doesn’t take away the fact that you fucked him, does it? When he decides he’s done with you it could fuck up the team’s dynamic! Have you even thought about me for two seconds?”

“All I have done is thought about you, Luke! I wanted to tell you the second it started but I knew you would react like this! Like- like you would flip the fuck out! I really fucking care about him Luke, please just listen to me!”

Luke just wouldn’t stop, he kept shouting cruel things, and Nolan just couldn’t take watching you sit there, sobbing, while you’re brother used you as a punching bag. He grabbed the phone from your hand and put it to his ear.

“Hey Luke! Man-”

Luke scoffs, angrily laughing then huffing out a sigh.

“Of course she’s with you! What the fuck, dude?”

“Luke man please, neither of us planned for this to happen. We really fuckin’ care for each other. She’s been torn up about you not knowing for months, please hear us out.”

“‘Us’? Oh my God! ‘Us’? That’s fucking funny. I cannot believe either of you. God, fuck! When you two decide you're done having fun it’s gonna fuck shit up, big time. Fuck you, and her.”

Luke hung up the phone. You buried your face in your hands. Nolan put your phone down before he pulled you into him, his hand running up and down your back while the other cradles your head.

“I’m so sorry Nolan! I just fucked up everything, fuck!” He just shushes you, rocking the two of you back and forth on your bed.

-

It was three days later. Nolan called you last night and said how the last two days of practice had been shit, the tension very thick. He told you how he needed to put the team first with the upcoming playoffs, and how that meant he needed to be able to be the best captain he could be, meaning no bad blood between him and his teammates, so he broke up with you.

You have been so completely tore up. Laying in your bed in the dark in a sweatshirt you didn’t want to have to give back to Nolan. You hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday morning. The sun was beginning to set as you stared at your ceiling.

Your roommate has been an angel, talking to you, sitting with you, bringing you water, and offering you food. Luke had texted Jack about the situation, and Jack had texted Quinn about it, leaving the most mature of the Hughes’ boys to text you, and your mother.

Quinn had asked if you were okay, and felt terrible for you when you informed him of Nolan ending it because of Luke. Your mother had texted you, asking if you were alright, getting the full story from you before sending a long-winded message to your baby brother, reading:

“Luke Warren. I cannot believe the way you’ve treated your sister. Your words were not warranted in any way whatsoever. Have you noticed your sister’s level of happiness in the last 7 months? She went from always uninvolved and cut off from us to an absolute light of a girl. When I called and talked to her today she sounded absolutely broken down. When I say get your head out of your butt Luke, I mean it. Your sister deserves to be happy Luke, just as much as you do, and if you’re okay with taking that away because of a hypothetical problem that happens between her and Nolan, I am very disappointed. You better realize how ignorant you’re being and make this up to her. She loves you, Luke, so much. She is still the girl who let you sleep in her bed whenever you had nightmares, the girl that would shout at your brothers the second she saw you being left out. She deserves this Luke, and you need to realize that, because now Nolan’s broken up with her, and I don’t know if she is going to be okay.”

That being the first thing Luke saw on his phone after practice definitely surprised him. He let out a curse the second he saw his first two names in a text from his mother. The more he read, the shittier he felt. When he reach the end though, he was confused. ‘Nolan broke up with her?’ Was his only thought. He quickly looked around the locker room, trying to see if Nolan was still there, but he wasn’t. Nolan had felt like shit all of practice, Luke still barely talking to him. He left immediately after practice was over, going straight back to his place.

Luke cursed again, he got ready to leave and quickly walked back to the house so he could drive to your apartment. Once he got there he waited not so patiently before your roommate finally buzzed him in. He ran up the stairs and down the hall to your door, knocking loudly.

Your roommate let him in, not without mumbling ‘the fuck do you want, bitch?’ and rolling her eyes at him. She let him go back to where your room is, after making sure he wasn’t here to shout at you again.

You’re not surprised when you hear a knock on your door, but you are when you shout ‘Come in’ and see Luke standing in your doorframe. Your eyes widen, your heart sinking into your ass.

“Oh.”

It’s all you could say. You felt frozen, assuming Luke was here to be mad at you some more like he was over the phone. The more you look at him, you realize he doesn’t look mad per se, he looks like a kicked puppy.

“I’m sorry.”

You almost laugh out of surprise. You find it hilarious that he’s apologizing after the verbal abuse you took from him just three days ago. You don’t reply, looking him straight in the eyes, raising your eyebrows in expectation, needing him to say more.

“Shit, I- I am such a dick. It was so fuckin’ selfish of me to say that to you. I mean, yeah I would’ve liked to have known but uh, it was still so shitty of me. Please, please forgive me. And I know that I already fucked things up and that you probably won’t accept this but still, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking and when Grano accidentally mentioned you guys I just flipped out. The shit I said was wrong, I don’t think anything I said is true, I know it isn’t. I just, I’m so sorry.”

He looked absolutely pitiful. He was on the verge of crying. You stood from your bed and moved to him, wrapping your arms around him, he clung to you.

“Lu, don’t cry. Okay? It’s alright, what you said was shitty, but I should’ve just told you, alright? It probably would’ve saved a lot of screaming and tears. I’m glad mom got the stick out of your ass, huh?”

Luke lets out a teary laugh. Nodding into your shoulder, even though he was much bigger than you, he was still your baby brother. The way you were holding him made you think of when he was 5 and you were 7 and for six months he stayed in your room almost every night because he would have nightmares, and even if he didn’t have nightmares sometimes, he just felt safer with his big sister.

“‘M so sorry. Was gonna try to talk to Nolan after practice but he was already gone, so I just came here.”

You let out a sigh at the mention of Nolan. You were assuming that Luke doing this was also him telling you that he was okay with your relationship. But, after all the drama you weren’t sure Nolan would let you just run back into his arms.

“I dunno if it’s even worth it talking to Nolan, I don’t know if he’ll want to get back together after all this drama. He might just be good with it now.

Luke felt like absolute shit. None of this would’ve happened if hadn’t have been so irrational. He let out a sigh, pulling away from you.

“I am gonna go get you food, okay? I’ll get you tenders from Skeeps, huh?”

You laughed at your little brother’s effort.

“Lu, it’s Wednesday. Skeeps isn’t open.”

His face quickly fell. But he quickly shook it off.

“Whatever, I’m going to get you somethin’. Text me if you want something specific, okay?”

You nodded and laughed as he quickly left your room, saying bye to your roommate who after came to your room to see if everything was okay before hugging you.

Luke is gonna get you food, but he is also gonna call Nolan and apologize, and make him go to your place and be your boyfriend again.

The second he’s in his car his phone is to his ear, waiting for Nolan to pick up. He knows there is a chance Nolan won’t pick up, but he’s pushing that out of his thoughts. He almost gives up on the phone call but on what was probably the last possible ring, Nolan answered the phone.

“Uh hey man, what’s up?”

Nolan is very confused as to why Luke is calling him, knowing he’s barely sent him a glance over the last two days.

“Hey, Nolan. Bro, I’m so fuckin’ sorry. It was really shitty of me to say all those things to you guys and I was a real dick. I was acting totally out of nowhere because I was just really shocked I think.”

Luke took a pause, waiting for Nolan to say something before he took the conversation in another direction.

“Oh, um wow man. Yeah um it’s okay man, we should’ve told you. But uh, you know I broke up with her last night?”

“Yes I know, please go be her fuckin’ boyfriend again. She is so fucked right now. I didn’t even fucking realize how much happier she’d been recently, and now that I know you caused that, I can’t be the one to take that away from her. And I already talked to her about it but she was worried you might not like, want to be with her still. Bro, please go get her back.”

Nolan sits shocked. Shocked about Luke’s change of heart, and shocked that you believed he wouldn’t want you still. He stood from his seat on the couch of his living room and quickly grabbed his keys and put on his slides before practically running to his car, only wearing a tank top, sweatpants, and socks in the frigidity of January nights in Michigan. He says a few more things to Luke before he hangs up.

Nolan is barely thinking about anything when he parked in the lot of your building and was a little surprised at how quickly he was buzzed in.

Your roommate answered the door when Nolan quickly knocked, letting him in and telling him your whereabouts. You were surprised at how quickly Luke had gotten food when you heard a frantic knock on your door.

“You don’t have to knock Luke, just come in!”

“Uh, not Luke.”

You turned to face your door from your seat at your desk where you were lighting a candle, one Nolan had gotten you multiple times because you burned through them so quickly.

“Oh, Nol hi.”

Nolan standing in your doorway left you stunned, his grey sweatpants and black tank top that highlighted his huge arms made your mind go blank. You are thankful you spent a few minutes brushing your hair and cleansing your face after Luke left.

“Hey, um Luke called me, told me everything he told you probably.”

You suck in a breath, nodding. You stand and fully face him, but before you can even say anything, Nolan’s already wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t’ve ended things. I was just so nervous about Luke hating me and being captain but I really should not have done that. I’m sorry baby.”

You held him, running your fingers through his long hair.

“‘S okay, baby. Made total sense okay? But, I think now that my brother doesn’t have his head in his ass, you should be my boyfriend again.”

He pulled away from your neck to look at you, now taller than you, looking down at you, which was so hot.

“Yeah? I think so too.”

The way he said it was, so hot. He is just so hot. He looks from your eyes down to your lips, and then back up, and you swear your knees almost buckled. And when he leaned in and kissed you, he was practically holding you up.

Even though you’d only been broken up for probably 26 hours, it felt like so much longer, and the sweet kiss quickly turned into a makeout session. You walked Nolan back until he was sat on your bed as you sat down and straddled him, not breaking your kiss.

Nolan’s grip on your hips is tight as his tongue slips past your lips, causing you to gasp. Your hands clutch Nolan’s dark brown hair, tugging at the locks when you feel the tent in his pants grow beneath you, pulling a groan from him.

Nolan was about to start rocking your hips against his hard-on when your door was practically thrown open, the knob on the other side hitting your wall. You immediately pull away from Nolan, almost falling off his lap if it wasn’t for his strong grip on the backs of your thighs.

When you both see Luke, Chick-fil-A bag in hand, standing frozen at your doorway you don’t know what to do.

“Fuck, Luke! Knock or something!”

You quickly stand up almost tripping over Nolan’s feet as you practically run over to your door, pushing Luke out and then standing on the outside of your door as you close it.

You stand, back pressed against your bedroom door as Luke looks at you with a look that would normally be funny, but right now you’re just a little pissed, flustered, and dazed. You both just stand, staring at each other. Both trying to grip the fact that Luke just walked in on your very heated makeout session with his captain, his captain.

“Oh my God, what the fuck? I think I’m gonna puke, yeah, I’m definitely gonna puke.”

You slap his arm, giving him a look that reminded him of your mom, which made him smile.

“I cannot believe you guys are... ugh. I cannot believe I brought you food just to see that when I opened your door, you are truly disgusting.”

“I hate you so much. You are the worst. What did you get me?”

Luke laughs out loud at that, giving you your food before he claimed he had to go so he could bleach his eyes before the sight of you and Nolan set into his memory. But after that, he hugged you and told you he loved you, saying that he’ll see you when you’re not being so gross.

You walk him out, shouting that you love him as he quickly walks down the hall of your apartment’s floor. You talk to your roommate for a minute, then decide it’s time to go back and see your man. The man in question is kicked back on the pink fluffy blanket decorating your bed, a sight to see.

“Hi, baby.”

“Hey, is he gonna be okay? Didn’t mean to give the kid trauma or anything.”