#umich wolverines

But to you he’s just Colston. The same guy who leaves his socks everywhere and texts you twenty minutes before practice asking if you can send a picture of Penny, your roommate’s cat, because he misses her. The one who FaceTimes you half-asleep on away trips just to say “goodnight” and falls asleep before you can answer back.

You don’t think about the cameras or the noise or the sheer scale of the thing when you walk into Michigan Stadium. You don’t even think about the fact that you’ve learned most of the team’s signals just from years of watching. For you, it’s simpler than all of that: Saturday means football and football means Colston.

It’s comfortable now, this rhythm of yours. Your friends tease you for being a little superstitious like how you won’t switch seats, how you always wear your jersey even if it’s freezing - but it feels right. Like muscle memory, a quiet promise you’ve been keeping without ever saying it out loud: that you’ll always be there, no matter how big the stage gets.

The last seconds on the clock didn’t tick down so much as dissolve. One moment, the scoreboard still glared its impossible promise and the next the game was over. Michigan had done it.

The stadium erupted into something feral, a sound so big it rattled in your chest like a second heartbeat. Blue and maize confetti exploded from cannons. Strangers were hugging, crying, screaming in each other’s faces like they’d been waiting their whole lives for this. The air smelled like sweat and adrenaline and cheap beer and it felt like the whole world had cracked open.

Colston barely heard any of it. His helmet had already been ripped off and his lungs burned from the cold and from everything else - every practice, every hit, every ounce of weight carried to get to this exact moment. His teammates slammed into him, arms thrown around shoulders, voices hoarse from victory shouts. Cameras swarmed like flies, trying to catch every smile, every tear but Colston’s head was on a swivel, already searching, scanning through the chaos because he knew exactly who he needed to find.

You.

For you, it was overwhelming in a different way. Your hands shook where they clutched the cold railing of the stands, your voice gone from yelling, though you couldn’t stop screaming anyway. You’d never seen anything like it - an entire stadium folding into joy all at once. For a split second you couldn’t even pick him out in the sea of helmets and jerseys but you knew. You knew the shape of his shoulders, the way he carried himself even when he was just walking off a snap. Your eyes locked on him before you even realized you were looking.

He was laughing but it wasn’t the casual, easy laugh you knew from lazy Sundays. It was raw, unguarded, disbelief bleeding into triumph and underneath it all was the thought he couldn’t shake: we did it, we actually did it.

But tangled in that, immediate and insistent, was another thought pressing harder against his ribs: where’s she at?

The national championship wasn’t yours to win, not directly and yet, it felt like it was because you had been here for every step, every bruise, every late-night rant about playbooks and pressure. His dream had folded into yours long before tonight and now you were both standing in the middle of it, stunned.

The timer had run out. The world had changed and in the eye of it, Colston thought only of you while you thought only of him.

The noise when the clock hit zero was almost unbearable. Not just loud but bone-deep, like the entire stadium was a breathing thing that had just roared. Confetti was exploding, fireworks shooting up into the night sky and tens of thousands of people were screaming like they’d been waiting their entire lives for this.

Colston had been swept into the current of it all, the mob of teammates, the heavy slap of hands on his back, the deafening chants of “Go Blue!” echoing like thunder across the stadium. Every direction he turned there was another camera shoved in his face, another arm pulling him into a victory shot but beneath all of that, his chest was burning with one thought.

So he pulled, shoved, ducked past a reporters’ mics and sprinted toward the sideline like the game hadn’t ended at all. People yelled his name, tried to grab him for interviews but he barely heard them. His gloves were halfway off, his mouthguard still wedged between his fingers and his eyes were locked on the student section like it was the only place oxygen lived.

And then, he saw you.

Your face stood out instantly, even among the wall of blue and maize. Your hands were gripping the railing so tight your knuckles had gone pale, your eyes wide, glassy with tears of happiness. You were screaming but the sound was lost in the storm of the crowd. To him it didn’t matter.

He didn’t think. He just moved.

With one wild burst of adrenaline, Colston charged the barrier. Security shouted something but he was already planting his cleats into the padded wall, already hauling himself up like gravity didn’t apply. For a heartbeat he was suspended there. Half on the field, half in the stands, the stadium holding its breath and then he was there, right in front of you, crashing into your space in a way that knocked every ounce of air out of your lungs.

And then he was there.

Right in front of you.

For a split second you just stared at him, too shocked to even breathe. His chest was heaving, sweat dripping down his temples, confetti tangled in his hair. His eyes locked onto yours like you were the only thing in the stadium.

“Baby,” he rasped, voice raw, breaking through all the noise. His gloved hands cupped your face so suddenly you gasped. “We did it, we won. Oh my god, I love you.”

Your brain scrambled. “Colston, what-what are you doing?”

But he wasn’t listening or maybe, he couldn’t. His forehead pressed to yours and you felt his breath shake as he said it again, louder this time, with a kind of desperation you’d never heard in his voice before.

“I love you. Do you hear me? I love you. You’re all I thought about when that clock ran out.” His words tumbled out, messy and uneven, the way they always did when his emotions got ahead of him. “All I wanted, the second it ended, was to get to you. Nothing else matters. Not the cameras, not the noise, not even the trophy, just you.”

Your heart punched hard against your ribs. “Colston,” you whispered, dizzy. “There are so many people-”

“I don’t care,” he cut you off, his voice trembling. His thumbs brushed across your cheeks, his eyes glistening in a way that made your stomach flip. “Let them see. Let the whole world see. You’re mine. Always.”

And then his mouth was on yours.

It startled you. Colston never did PDA. He always said he wanted to keep you for himself, that the world didn’t need a front-row seat to your love but here he was, kissing you like it didn’t matter who was watching, who was filming, who would dissect every second on social media by morning.

The kiss swallowed you whole. Rough, urgent, not practiced or polished - it was just real. His lips crushed against yours, tasting like sweat and salt and everything you’d been waiting for all season. You clung to him instinctively, your hands sliding up into his damp hair, tugging him closer. His body was shaking, from adrenaline or emotion or maybe both and he kissed you like this was the only way to steady himself.

The stadium erupted. People were shrieking, whistling, clapping. Phones shot upward, flashes going off like fireworks. You heard your friends absolutely losing their minds - someone even shouted, “That’s Colston Loveland!” It should have embarrassed you, should have sent you diving into the ground but all you could feel was him.

Colston broke the kiss only to bury his face against your neck, still holding you so tightly it almost hurt. His voice was muffled, cracked from shouting. “I love you so much. I swear to God, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Colston,” you whispered back. “I love you too. I’m so proud of you. You did it.”

You didn’t even have any more words, just nodded frantically as he pressed one more hard kiss to your lips.

Then, too soon - hands grabbed at him. Teammates, staff, people pulling him back to the field. He tried to linger, one last squeeze of your waist, one last desperate “I love you,” before they dragged him down and just like that, he was gone again, swallowed back into the chaos of the championship celebration.

You stood frozen, lips tingling, heart pounding like you’d just run sprints.

Then your friends pounced.

“What just happened?” One of your friends shrieked, grabbing your arm so hard you winced. “He literally - he just, he climbed up here for you!”

“Oh my god, oh my god,” another friend squealed, bouncing in place.

You covered your face with your hands, laughing and crying at the same time. “I-I don’t even know what just-he’s never, he doesn’t do PDA!”

“He doesn’t do PDA?” Your friend repeated at full volume, shaking you. “He just made out with you in front of eighty thousand people and ESPN! That’s not PDA, that’s like... a public declaration of marriage!”

The girls all screamed at once, the kind of high-pitched shriek that drew stares from everyone around you but you didn’t care, felt like your body was buzzing, like every nerve ending was sparking with disbelief.

“He told me he loved me,” you mumbled into your hands, half in shock.

“And we all heard it!” one of them yelled dramatically. “I swear the cameras picked that up. You’re going to be on TikTok tomorrow morning with like, 12 million likes,”

“You’re gonna be Mrs. Loveland one day, that’s what,” Your friend added and the group shrieked again, collapsing against each other like middle schoolers at a sleepover.

Your heart was still racing, your lips still tingling, your whole body still suspended in disbelief. It had been seconds, maybe a minute at most but the moment stretched long, like it had etched itself permanently into you.

Michigan had won the natty. The world had exploded in blue and maize. And Colston had made sure the first thing he did - the only thing he wanted, was to get to you.

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"morning, baby," will grinned and kissed the top of her head.

"morning," samy mumbled, unable to peel her eyes away from him. he walked around to the cabinets to look for something to snack on and all the younger hughes could do was stare. his back muscles flexed when he reached up to one of the taller cabinets and when he turned back around his abs were well defined for her to see.

she didn't know what got into her, but seeing him like that flipped some sort of her switch in her brain. will, oblivious to her staring, carried on like nothing was wrong. he decided on an apple and settled into the chair beside her where his free hand instinctively placed itself on her thigh, squeezing a bit.

samy's heart hammered in her chest. his long fingers rubbed slow circles into her skin while listening to something jack was saying. she wasn't even listening, only focused on the feeling of will's hands on her and how she wanted them in more places than one.

"did you hear me?" jack snapped the girl from her daze. she looked up and he was staring at her.

"what?"

"we're gonna be fixing up the boat today and i need you to go into town to get parts," the older boy hummed.

"me? why? why couldn't you get them on your way home?" samy made a face. her brothers were always making her do useless chores for them.

"didn't think of it. you can take my car," jack shrugged and the girl rolled her eyes.

"it'll be fun. we can grab some snacks on the way back," will cheered and samy's attention snapped back to her boyfriend. he pushed some of his hair away from his face and she probably died on the spot.

any type of post practice, game, or workout look was samy's favorite.

"fine," she agreed and finished her cereal. when she was done will followed her up the stairs to her room.

she watched him move about the room to find clean clothes which meant looking through all of the clothes he threw onto her floor because he had a bad habit of never putting things away. samy continued to stare at him and will was still oblivious to her obvious staring.

"did i tell you you look good in this?" she finally found her confidence, stepping towards the boy.

will eyed her in surprise, "oh really? you didn't."

"well you look good," samy smiled up at him, her hands running up his arms to feel the muscle beneath.

"thank you. how did you sleep?" he kissed her forehead and the conversation told the soccer player that will did not understand her implications.

"i slept fine. i wish i woke up next to you," samy hummed and she liked the way he blushed a bit.

"i'm sorry. tomorrow, i promise. luke begged me to tag along to the workout,” the boy laughed a bit while samy just hummed. she was trying to figure out how to get will to notice her cues, but she also knew that he didn’t really pick up on things like this that easily.

she would have to be more straightforward. the brunette moved her hand on his arm further up so it spread across his chest. will stopped what he was doing when he felt samy’s hands on him and his blush grew a bit deeper.

“what are you doing?” he laughed lowly.

“just admiring you,” the girl shrugged and will’s breath hitched when she stepped closer so her body was against his. his hands instinctively grabbed her hips as he met her lustful gaze.

“i’ve never seen you admire me so intently after a workout,” the hockey player wasn’t complaining and samy smiled. he was finally getting her cues.

she took this opportunity to reach up and bring his lips down to hers. she basically attacked his lips, pulling his bottom lip between her teeth which caught the boy a bit off guard because usually he was the one doing that. again, he wasn’t complaining. his hands just tightened around her hip, fingers digging into her flesh.

“woah, what’s got you worked up?” will mumbled when they pulled apart, somewhat breathless.

“you,” samy said bluntly.

“oh really?” a smirk littered his expression. the mood had finally shifted to where samy wanted it and she couldn’t be more happy when her boyfriend gently tossed her onto the bed.

her back hit the mattress and will practically chased after her, hovering above her. the soccer player admired his flexed biceps right by her head, quickly squeezing the hard muscle.

“is this what you want?” the boy had a mischievous look in his eyes as he went down for another kiss.

samy indulged as their tongues worked against one another. she hooked her legs around the back of his thighs to pull him closer and she felt his half hard cock rub against her shorts. a deep groan escaped both of their lips at the contact.

“shit, baby,” will grumbled.

“god, you look so handsome like this,” the girl gushed, running her own hands through his messy curls. he reveled in the feeling, a soft hum anytime she tugged a certain way.

with her legs hooked around the back of his thighs, samy quickly flipped them over, or more like will let it happen because they both knew he was a lot stronger than her. she was straddling his waist in seconds, her core landing right on top of his dick. the boy moaned out while samy just smiled in satisfaction.

“this what you wanted, baby? wanted my cock inside of you?” will breathed, his chest rising in a steady rhythm as he struggled to stay in control.

“fuck, you’re so hot,” samy ran her hands up his chest, grinding against his hips. she rolled his shirt up to expose his pretty abs that were very clearly and well defined.

will quickly rid himself of the shirt. his little half smirk was driving samy mad and the way he looked at her made her heart skip a beat. god, she wanted him so bad.

she kissed up his abdomen until reaching his neck where she sucked some pretty hickey’s just under his ear and above his collarbone. she heard him try to muffle his moans, but ultimately failed when she sucked particularly hard.

“fuck, baby. people are gonna see.”

“so? let them see,” now that was hot. will grew harder beneath her, his hips pulsing in an attempt to find relief under samy’s now wet core.

she reached his lips again where they devoured one another and fought for dominance. it was hot the way they couldn’t get enough of each other. samy pulled back, smirking at the way will chased her lips before realizing she pulled away. she sat on top of him while he stared up at her with a look that could’ve made her cum just like that.

“gonna ride me, baby? gonna fuck me?” will said so proudly it made samy weak.

she quickly tore her shorts and panties off before getting will’s shorts off too. he was painfully hard now, his tip red and aching for some type of relief. samy’s mouth watered.

“condom?” she wondered and will reached into her nightstand where he just replenished the stock the other day (and good thing he did).

samy ripped it open with her teeth and carefully rolled it on. will hissed a bit at the feeling of her hands wrapped around him. “come on, baby. i know you want me inside of you.”

neither of them really knew what spurred such dirty talk, but they weren’t complaining either. it only got samy going even more and will would never get enough of seeing her desperate for him.

she was wet enough to slowly slide him in, a loud moan echoing off her walls from both of them once will bottomed out. he seethed like he was in pain, but it was really just the pleasure talking. samy threw her head back, “fuck you always feel so good,” she mumbled.

“that’s it, baby. taking me so well,” will got out.

she started moving a second later, her hands pressed down onto his chest to help her along. will watched in pleasure, his hands going to cup her tits bouncing in his face.

“oh fuck, will. fuck you feel so good,” samy moaned, her pussy clenching tightly around his length. the hockey player grinned. he loved seeing her on top like this.

“uh huh, yeah. yeah. that’s it baby. that’s it,” will began mocking her moans because he thought it was funny. samy was too wrapped up in her pleasure to scold him about it, so she continued her harsh pace.

will took ahold of her so she was flush against his chest. they breathed into each other’s ears and samy’s bouncing was making the blonde see stars. she did feel incredible around him and his cock was throbbing in her pussy. her moans we’re breathy and sharp with each time making will twitch.

“oh god, baby. oh god. i’m close. please tell me you’re close,” samy breathed, her grip on his arm a bit bruising. the boy smirked.

“so close, baby. almost there. fuck, yeah,” will encouraged, always wanting her to finish first. he began helping her out as he planted his feet and bucked his hips to match her pace.

both of them were definitely going to need a shower after this. the humid temperatures outside were not helping the temperature in the room—both of them sweaty and sticky as they moved against each other.

“shit shit shit shit,” samy cursed. her climax was close and she knew will was close too.

“yeah, take it baby. fucking take it..shit. you like that? i can tell you like it. fucking moaning in my ear,” will couldn’t help himself as he continued mocking her just a bit. it was funny and with it being almost two years into their relationship, he totally had full right to have a little fun.

“oh god, will. fuck. i’m gonna cum. i’m gonna cum,” samy cried as her orgasm hit her fast. she trembled in will’s arm, her whole body shaking as she released around his dick.

the hockey player wasn’t far behind her. he gave a few more hard, sloppy thrusts before coming undone as well. he moaned out, digging his other hand into her ass as he came into the condom and his hips stuttered a bit.

“oh fuck. that was so fucking hot,” he grinned, head falling back onto the pillow as they slowly came down from their highs.

“yeah until you started mocking me,” samy finally had enough mind to scold her boyfriend for his act earlier. he just beamed like he was proud.

“what? you were so fucking desperate,” the blonde laughed which earned him a punch on the shoulder. samy rolled off of him.

“you’re such a jerk,” she rolled her eyes.

“come on, i can’t have fun during this?” will laughed again and he knew they were just playing around. he could tell in the way samy looked at him still, but she was trying to act mad.

“you’re such a boy,” she smiled and will knew she thought it was funny too. he admired her as she got up to use the bathroom and came back with a towel to clean both of them up.

“i love you. i should wear this shirt more often,” the boy leaned up to kiss her.

“count me in,” she kissed back and the two finally hopped in the shower to get going on jack’s errands, but not before going for a second round.

Growing up with the McCarthy family and being best friends with JJ especially. From going high school together to being accepted into Michigan University together, the two were always glued to each other sides.

Anyone with eyes could tell JJ was in love with her just as she is in love with him, what no one could figure out is why neither had confessed yet.

She did and admitted to her feelings to JJ one night in her dorm and JJ was stunned didn’t say anything back but kissed his best friend back.

They ended up falling into bed together and fell asleep after and when JJ woke up way before her and realized the consequences of getting in a romantic relationship with his best friend, he quickly put on his clothes and grabbed his stuff and left her dorm.

Leaving her to wake up in a bed all alone. Humiliated and upset with him and herself. She confessed her love and she woke up naked and alone.

JJ ignored her the whole week and the first time she actually saw him was a week later as she was heading up the stairs up to his room, as a party is going on in the Football house and she was told that JJ is in his room.

She knocked on the door before opening it and freezing at the sight in front of her, A bleach blonde sorority girl who JJ has said he did not like at all but she was on JJ’s lap straddling him.

JJ looked up at the sound of the door and his eyes widen drastically and his heart dropped seeing who was in the door, he immediately pushed the girl off him and was chasing after his best friend who was already down the stairs and quickly hurrying through the party to outside.

“Rosie! Rosie! Stop!” JJ called after his best friend, using the nickname she got when they were young and she would make rose crowns and make everyone wear them, JJ saw her slowing down but not turning towards him.

“What’s wrong?” JJ questioned seeing the tears on her face and the way she ran out of the house

She just looked at, “Why?” She asked the question she had been wanting to know.

“Why What?” JJ asked looking extremely confused.

“If you didn’t feel the same why did you kiss me back.” She demanded towards him glaring at him with tears still in her eyes.

JJ blanched looking pale, “Ro- i do feel something for you, i have for years.” He desperately spoke moving forward to hold her hands but his heart broke even more seeing her flinch away from his touch.

“In Love? So in love that you kissed me back after hearing my confession and didn’t say if you felt the same, then slept with me but was gone before i woke up and completely ignored me for a week only to stop ignoring me because i found you making out with someone else. Yeah JJ i’m sure you are so in love with me.” She sarcastically nodded watching JJ’s face fall the more she spoke.

“Rosie that’s not-“ JJ desperately tried to get out knowing how bad he screwed up, especially knowing he’s been kinda messing with her on accident, didn’t help he asked her to be his prom date in high school and bought her flowers and everything, always touching her and letting her wear his jerseys. JJ always denied it when anyone asked about his feelings for her because he was scared and know he realizes that wasn’t a good idea.

“Save it JJ.” She cut him off sniffling, “I’m done. I’m done trying to read into all of your double sided actions, I’m done trying to be there when you’re sleeping around with half the girls in the school and come cuddling up to me after. I’m done letting you stomp all over me.” She spat out all the words she had been holding on for years.

She quickly turned around and started walking away ignoring his calls after her and continued the walk home.

“Fuck!” JJ cursed as slammed his foot against the light post watching her continue to walk away eventually until she was out of sight.

She stopped going to anything football related and blocked JJ’s number and ignoring anyone who contacted her that is connected to JJ, making all of the McCarthy family sad and confused why she wasn’t talking to them until JJ admitted he screwed up.

It was a few weeks later and she was sitting in the library working on her history assignment when she heard someone clear their throat, she looked up seeing Luke Hughes standing there with a nervous look messing with the straps of his backpack.

“Is it okay-“ He asked gesturing to the empty seat next to, “Everywhere else is full.” And he wasn’t wrong the whole library was packed of students.

“Sure.” She nodded softy and looking back down at her assignment, blowing out a frustrated breath when her hair fell and covered her face.

“Your McCarthy’s Girl?” Luke hesitantly questioned knowing who she was since he started at Umich and saw her at a party and she was sophomore then and he thought she was stunning but knew he didn’t have any chance as JJ was her boyfriend.

“I am not JJ’s girl.” She looked up sternly speaking as she glared at the cute curly haired boy.

“Sorry, just everyone thinks that.” Luke flushed apologizing quickly not meaning to offend her, but also feeling hopeful that she might be single.

“It’s okay, but JJ lost his chance and i’m moving on.” She explained shaking her head knowing Luke didn’t mean anything bad when he asked. And she wasn’t lying about moving on the more she remembered how bad JJ has treated her the easier it has been to start moving on.

“That’s good, i mean sorry?” Luke awkwardly scratched his head, She couldn’t help but let a laugh at how awkward but adorable he looks, she hasn’t laughed for days, Luke perked up smiling happily hearing her laugh because of him.

Luke started coming back everyday and sitting next to her getting to learn a little more and more about her each day, he also noticed she always seemed frustrated with her hair, always looking annoyed when it fell her face but never putting it up.

“I have a question.” Luke spoke leaning his chin on his hand looking at her as she was writing onto her notebook.

She looked up setting her pen down giving him her full attention, “Shoot.”

“Why don’t you put your hair up? You always seemed annoyed by that.” Luke questioned noticed the many times she gets very annoyed by her hair.

“Uh when i put my hair up i get headaches pretty quickly so i’m just stuck with it being in the way all the time.” She looked away slightly trying to ignore the warmth growing on her cheeks as she realized Luke noticed that but she was not suprised as Luke is very sweet and attentive.

“Why not cut it short?” Luke softly questioned frowning, His mom always has her hair short too because she hates it long so he wondered why she hasn’t cut her hair short.

“I’ve been told i look better with long hair.” She awkwardly explained thinking of the time that JJ told her short hair just didn’t look good on her and she should keep her hair long.

“That’s bullshit, you’ll look great with either hair length. But it’s more important that you’re comfortable and your hair now seems to not do that.” Luke reached over gently squeezing her hand giving her a meaningful look, “Whoever said that is stupid because you’re absolutely beautiful and your hair is not gonna change that.” Luke smiled softly at her reassuring her.

She felt her eyes soften as she listened to Luke speak and she hated feeling her heart race a little faster remembering how it did that around JJ, “Thanks Lu” She smiled softly squeezing his hand back and she knew she had to rethink about getting her haircut short.

A month later she had slowly felt she was moving on and really healing from all of the pain, she had talked to the rest of the McCarthy’s besides JJ and they all understood why she didn’t talk to them for a little while.

A big part of moving on was because of Luke, she has spent most of her free time with Luke and has went to more hockey games in the last month than her last three years at Umich.

Luke’s friends are lovely and easily accepted her in their group making her feel as if she gained multiple brothers.

She had just came back from a hair appointment where she finally decided to chop her hair off and it was above her shoulders now and it felt so incredible.

She headed to Luke’s dorm and walked down the hallway to his dorm knocking on the door waiting for Luke to open the door.

Luke smiled hopping of his bed hearing the knock and knew who it was, he opened the door and froze seeing her, “Yo-You cut your hair!” Luke stuttered out looking shocked.

She smiled bashfully tucking her shorter hair behind her ear, “I did.” She has to admit she really liked how she looks with the short hair and regretted listening to JJ and not cutting it sooner.

“It looks beautiful.” Luke softly spoke, thinking she looks more herself with the haircut and he never thought she could get even more beautiful but with her new hair, she definitely did.

“Yeah?” She asked hopefully her dimples showing up from smiling up at him.

Luke smiled at her gently tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, “Beautiful.” His eyes flickered between her eyes and lips.

She smiled even wider, “Thank you.” She softly mumbled.

Over the past few weeks of knowing Luke, she began to feel more herself and smiled easier with him. He made her feel in the way not even JJ even made her feel.

She accepted the fact that she has feelings for Luke, feelings that are only growing stronger and stronger every day.

Luke smiled softly seeing her smiling and his hand stayed on her cheek gently rubbing her cheekbone.

“Kiss me?” She hopefully whispered, looking up at him.

Luke froze his eyes widening in shock and hope, “Kiss you?” His voice went higher but he had a very hopeful look on his face. He has hoped to hear her say those words for a very long time.

“Please.” She whispered her eyes flickering nervously around his face.

Luke let out a sigh of relief and bent down to her finally pressing his lips to hers and sighing happily as they melted to each other.

Luke whined when she pulled away making her laugh fondly and press another kiss to his lips.

“Does this mean i can take you on a date?” Luke whispered taking a step back into his dorm and closing the door but not letting go of her.

“You can as my boyfriend.” She teased his softly back enjoying the way his face softened even more.

“I would love too.” Luke beamed pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, she sighed in relief and wrapped her arms around him resting her head on his chest.

Luke’s leg bounced up and down as he waited for his girlfriend to come see him, they have been dating for almost two months now and he just got back to Michigan after playing with the Devil’s for the playoffs and he was going to have his girlfriend finally meet his family.

Jack and Quinn shared an amused look at how excited Luke is to see his girlfriend, they have known about her for a little bit now and Luke surprisingly talked about her quite a bit to his brothers.

Luke smiled getting a text from her that she is here and he quickly got up and walked down the front steps seeing her car in the driveway, she got out of the car and Luke immediately wrapped his arms around her spinning her around.

“Lu.” She giggled as he spun her around making her cling to him, Luke slowly stopped setting her back down, “I missed you.” She whispered holding onto Luke tightly.

“I missed you too my sweet girl.” Luke softly whispered back pressing a kiss to the side of her head.

“Gonna introduce us Lukey boy.” Jack playfully called out from where Quinn and him were standing on the front porch.

Luke pulled back from their hug rolling his eyes making her snicker but flashing a slighty nervous look at his brothers. Luke saw her nerves and grabbed her hand squeezing it reassuring and walking her over to his brothers.

“Jack, Quinn this is my girlfriend.” Luke proudly introduced her making her flash a smile at the two.

“So you’re the girl who my brother never shuts up about.” Jack teased flashing her a soft smile back.

“You talk about me.” She playfully teased her boyfriend making him fondly roll his eyes blushing.

“Shush you.” Luke grinned pinching her side. She just smiled softly at him before turning back to his brothers, who were watching the exchange and thought she was already perfect for their little brother.

She followed the boys into the house and saw a very beautiful woman in the kitchen who looked very similar to Jack.

Ellen looked up and beamed seeing her youngest son’s girlfriend, “You are just as pretty as Luke said.” Ellen softly complimented her walking over and she held out her hand for a handshake but Ellen just smiled pulling her into a hug.

“Thank you.” She softly spoke to Ellen as she was hugged her back softly and she gave Luke a wide eyed glance, Luke had told her that Ellen was exicted to meet her but she thought he was being nice but Ellen seems genuinely excited to see her but she shouldn’t be suprised with how kind Luke is, it is obvious he got his kindness from his mother.

Ellen linked her arm with her and started taking to her youngest son’s girlfriend wanting to know everything about her as she can easily tell how smitten Luke is for her.

Luke smiled softly seeing the two most important woman in his life getting along immediately. He let his mom take his girlfriend and he knew his mom would introduce her to his father. Luke also knew there was no way he was going to get his girlfriend back from his mother for a while.

“You picked a good one.” Quinn told his baby brother squeezing his shoulder softly, it was easy to see how in the love the two are with each other in just one glance and she obviously is good for Luke and got along with their mom immediately.

“You better keep her around.” Jack pointed a playful finger at his little brother, already liking his girlfriend and couldn’t wait to get to know her more especially with how easy she teased Luke.

“I plan too.” Luke firmly told his brother smiling as he heard his mother and girlfriends laugh.

Luke spent some time in the living room with his brother, letting his girlfriend have some time with mother before he couldn’t wait any longer and got up walking to the dinning room seeing the his girlfriend, his mom and dad all talking.

“Can i have my girlfriend back now.” Luke whined as he walked into the dinning room and stood being her wrapping his arms over her shoulder and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

Ellen smiled amused but nodded, Luke grinned and let her stand up and immediately pulled her to his side skiing her laugh and wave at his parents as they walked out of the dinning room and to the living room where Jack and Quinn were still playing videos games.

“Ah he got you back.” Jack looked up and laughed seeing how less grumpy Luke looks now with his girl in his arms. Quinn chuckled too as he saw how Luke was clinging to her.

She smiled and chuckled as she looked at Luke fondly, Luke pulled her down onto the couch and pulled her as close as possible burying his head in her neck and letting a happy sigh.

She easily talked and laughed with Jack and Quinn as if she had known them for years making Luke so incredibly happy as he just was content to listen to them talk.

She stayed for a week with the Hughes and easily everyone just adored her and she fit into their family perfectly. She was the best choice Luke could ever make.

The Hughes were all going to the first game of the 2023-2024 football season, Luke was in town for a few more weeks before he headed to to New Jersey for his rookie year so they were spending as much time together as possible. Lucky for the couple it was her senior year so they would only have to long distance for one year.

She stood on the sidelines of the football field talking with Ellen and Jack as Quinn and Luke were a few steps away talking to some friends and Jim was making new friends somewhere down the sideline.

She has a small blue denim skirt, a yellow tank top and Luke’s michigan jacket.

She laughed at something Jack said when she heard her name being called and she spun around seeing JJ’s sisters.

“Hi.” She awkwardly spoke not sure how to act around the two anymore since she no longer speaks to JJ even if she did grow up around them. She walked over to them meeting them in the middle.

“Rosie!” Caitlin beamed and pulled her into a tight hug.

Morgan smiled and waited for her turn and once Caitlin stepped back Morgan pulled her into a tight hug, “We missed you.”

“I missed you guys too.” She truthfully told them, but she was trying to stay away from JJ and unfortunately it’s easier to stay away from him by being away from the girls too.

JJ finished warming up and was trying to find his sisters and saw them talking to a girl with short brown hair, he walked up to them and threw an arm over his little sister’s shoulder and froze when he saw the face of the girl they were taking to.

“Ro.” JJ whispered shocked as he looked at her, she had cut her hair. She looked so glowy and more beautiful than usual, she looked happy and that was hard pick to swallow knowing he has been miserable without his best friend.

“Hi.” She bluntly spoke, not feeling as nervous as she thought she would feel when she saw JJ again.

“You uh look good.” JJ stammered out flashing a hopeful smile at her.

“I know.” She smiled calmly back and flashed a much softer smile at the girls, “It was good seeing you two.” She squeezed both of the girls hands and turned around and walked away letting JJ see the name on the back of her jacket. Hughes.

JJ’s jaw clenched as he watched her walk to Luke. He knew who Luke is. It was harsh realization as he watched the two knowing he had lost her forever.

She let out a long sigh as she walked away and felt lighter and more free, she walked back to Ellen and Jack and saw Luke back with them.

“You okay?” Luke asked her the second she got to close to as he scanned her face, he saw JJ near her and wanted to give her space but he was watching to make sure she didn’t look uncomfortable.

She let out a sigh and walked to him wrapping her arms around his waist. “I am now.” She mumbled happy as she hugged her boy.

Luke smiled softly, “Good.” Luke pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head and she knew she had picked the right boy.