#they do sit together and they whisper about what to get and Jack asks her questions

[mattybraps10]

I Can See You | Brendan Brisson x Hughes!OC

Summary: Beer Pong and Lasting Connections.

Word Count: 786

By: M

Parts: part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

PART SIX:

“What do you want…” Brendan sighed, returning his head to his hands. “Dude, what’s up with you? You’re never like this, I don’t understand.” Quinn whispered, sitting beside Brendan and placing a comforting hand on his back.

“I just… I thought I was ready to see her again, I mean 3 years is a long time and… never mind.” He said, shaking his head.

Quinn just sat beside his friend, a confused look on his face as he tried to decipher the vague admission. He ran several scenarios through his head unable to comprehend the real reason for his behavior. It had never occurred to Quinn that someone would disregard their strict rules when it came to Phoebe. Before every teammate met her they were warned away and threatened with almost certain death (banishment from the Hughes household). Now that they were all adults, the rules had become more lenient, a testament to the trust in their friends. 

“I just don’t understand you Brendan. You guys were so close, and then… nothing.” Quinn said, standing up and walking toward the door.

“I know, I mean I don’t, not really. I just, I need a minute to think is all.” He said, leaning back on the couch, a tear falling from his left eye, a poetic reminder of the pain he’d caused for both Phoebe and himself.

“You know I’m here whenever you need anything.” Quinn reminded him softly, resigning himself to return to the ever-louder festivities outside.

–

“YOU CAN’T DO THAT!!!” Phoebe yelled, crossing around the table and tackling her youngest brother.

“GET OFF OF ME!??!” He screeched, batting his arms at her as if she were a wild animal attacking him.

Jack and Matty burst into laughter watching Phoebe take Luke to the ground. Luke had been slowly replacing cups when he felt the other team wasn’t looking, and Phoebe had caught him almost immediately.

“Oh my god! I leave for a second?!?! What happened???” Quinn sighed, walking through the sliding door.

“Luke cheated! He violated the sanctity of this sport!” Phoebe yelled, her arms in a loose, but secure, chokehold around Luke’s neck.

“Luke?” Quinn asked, clearly disappointed in his younger brother.

“Well I mean… Having Matty AND Phoebe together was basically cheating anyway I mean they literally haven’t missed a single shot?? How is that fair?” He pouted, knocking Phoebe off his back, and standing up.

“You guys are such children!” He responded, picking up the cups that had spilled during the commotion.

They all laughed as they cleaned up the spilled beer, stacking the cups for a later date. Matty and Phoebe had found themselves reaching for the same cup, laughing as their hands brushed. 

“Hey guys…” Brendan said, stepping onto the porch, effectively ruining the moment.

“Brendan.” Phoebe said curtly, a frown on her face.

“I’m sorry, I just… I really don’t know what came over me…” He sighed, dropping his heads into his hands once again.

“I- It’s fine Brendan, I know you didn’t mean anything…” Phoebe sighed, resigning herself to her ever-repeating fate. A life of chasing the man she knew she could never have, one she’d thought she’d left behind when she’d been with Matty. A faint glimmer of a different path, obscured by the leaves of a past love.

“Phoebe, why don’t we go inside and grab some hot chocolate, it’s getting kinda cold.” Matty said, placing a hand on her back as he steered her past Brendan and into the safety of the kitchen.

Matty began preparing the hot chocolate, asking Phoebe about school and life and the future. She felt herself opening up to him, her past with Brendan a distant memory with Matty’s presence. She was confused. Confused as to how she could feel so strongly about a man she’d just met. Confused as to why she still wanted Brendan, despite her earlier realization.

Matty finished the hot chocolate, taking a sip of his own as he offered Phoebe a mug. She grabbed the mug, wrapping her hands around the warmth. 

“Why don’t we watch a movie on the couch?” Phoebe asked, grabbing Matty’s hand and leading him to the living room, a gentle smile painting her face.

“Jackson” He said suddenly, a blush creeping onto his face as he sat beside Phoebe.

“Huh?” She asked, confused about his random comment.

“My middle name, it’s not Ingrid, it’s Jackson.” 

“Oh. I like that! Thanks for telling me.” She smiled, grabbing a blanket and draping it over them.

Even though his middle name was far from a secret, Matty found himself entranced by her thanks. She made it seem as if he’d shared a piece of himself with her, one she was proud to keep.

#hockey fanfiction #jack hughes #brendan brisson #brendan brisson x oc #luke hughes #quinn hughes #umich hockey #matty beniers

[softquietsteadylove]

some more jack and thenamesh? jacks grandparents, bens parents, come to visit as a surprise but jack is home alone with thena and gil because phastos and ben are on a date and jacks grandparents are a bit worried and confused because they don't know these people but jack is happy to say: this is my aunt thena and my uncle gil

"Jack?"

"Jaddi! Jaddati!" he smiled, rushing over to them as they closed the front door behind them.

"Hello," his grandmother leaned down, patting her grandson's head while her eyes were occupied with the strangers at the top of the stairs. "Jack, wh-who is here with you?"

Jack looked up the stairs as Aunt Thena stood first, always the most on guard when it came to meeting new people. Uncle Gil moved to stand beside her, watching things quietly. He grasped his grandmother's hand. "Jaddati, this is Aunt Thena and Uncle Gil. They're from Dad's side of the family."

Their eyes bulged, never having thought they would meet Phastos' mysterious family. They looked between themselves before trying to smile somewhat naturally. "H-How nice to meet you."

Aunt Thena watched as they ascended the stairs with Jack leading them. She took a few steps back to make room for them. But he had seen Aunt Thena meet new people before, and this was pretty normal for her.

"Aunt Thena, Uncle Gil," Jack moved between the two couples, trying to introduce them properly, like a grownup. "This is my Jaddi and Jaddati. They're Baba's parents."

Aunt Thena tilted her head at them, speaking slowly, "hello."

"Uh," Uncle Gil tried more to smile at them, "h-hi. Ben's family--we've heard about you!"

"Really?"

Jack twisted his lips as the events unfolded. They weren't being unfriendly, but there was something not quite right, either. He looked between both sets of people in his life. "Aunt Thena and Uncle Gil helped Dad save the world!"

His Jaddati smiled, clearing her throat and toying with the edge of her hijab. "Jack has such a wonderful imagination."

Thena just barely got her mouth open before Gil wrapped his arm around her waist. "Kids are great for that."

"Phastos has such a, uh," his Jaddi floundered, touching his hands to his jeans, "broad family tree. Where have you come from?"

"We are visiting from Australia," Aunt Thena finally spoke up. "Phastos and Ben were kind enough to open their home to us during our stay."

"Ah, yes," Jaddati smiled at them, the edges of it still shaky. "A-And how long are you staying?"

Uncle Gil and Aunt Thena just looked at each other. As far as Jack knew, they were staying until they had to go back to Australia for some reason or another. Maybe to do house stuff? Jaddi and Jaddati spend half the year back east, maybe his aunt and uncle would do the same with their home back in Australia.

"Until we have outstayed our welcome."

Jack eyed his grandparents. He could understand why they were nervous around his other relatives. Dad said everyone from their family just...had that effect on people (humans).

His grandmother straightened her shoulders and moved closer to the other woman present, both of them tall and statuesque when eye to eye. "Thena, was it?"

"It was."

She continued despite the peculiar woman naming herself Jack's aunt. "We have had the pleasure of knowing Phastos for a very long time now, and having him as a son for some of that has been a blessing."

Jack watched Aunt Thena closely. She had little things about her that could tell him a lot about how she was feeling. He caught the way her shoulders lowered faintly and her hands became less tightly clasped closed.

"I understand that there was a time when you were all," Jaddati searched for the right word, "separated."

Uncle Gil's hand slid over Aunt Thena's, moving their fingers together.

"But Phastos is a good man, and my son married the right person for him." Jaddati straightened her shoulders more, matching Aunt Thena's rigid posture. "And it is through them both we were given Jack. So I am thankful to your brother, and that he was brought into our lives."

Gil raised his eyebrows. Thena smiled at the human woman.

"Family of Phastos'," his grandmother held out her hands to Thena, "is family of ours."

Thena observed the hands for just a second before slowly holding her own to mirror the position. Her pale ones slipped against the hands of Jack's grandmother's. She blinked. "You have aged remarkably well."

"Thena!" Uncle Gil pinched her side, making her make a face at him. He chuckled, smiling at Jack's grandmother especially, "s-sorry. We, uh, don't get out much."

But Jaddati smiled, the same way Baba smiled at Aunt Thena when they were getting along so well. "It was a compliment, was it not?"

"It was."

Uncle Gil sighed. He often said he wanted Aunt Thena to meet and get along with more humans. Well, Jack thought this was a perfect opportunity! "Hey!"

Thena and Jaddati both looked at him sharply.

"Uh," he lost some nerve but tried to stay strong, clasping his hands in front of him (if he acted cute, maybe they would agree). "W-We should all do something together."

"Like what?" Uncle Gil chuckled, the way he did when he was humouring him.

"The..." Jack eyed his collective family, looking at him expectantly. "Movies?"

"I do believe your fathers have said that your screen time is too much this week already."

Jaddati looked at Thena, clearly pleased with her input. She put her hands on her hips, "you should listen to your aunt, Jack."

He sighed, looking down at his feet, "yes, Jaddati."

"What about this?" his grandfather held his hands out, eager to salvage the bonding moment. "We were going to take Ben and Phastos and Jack out to dinner when we arrived. We can call them and meet them in the city--all five of us!"

"That's a great idea!" Gil joined in, especially eager to bond over food, even more especially with their new extended family. He looked at Thena, "c'mon, baby, please?"

Jack and Jaddati both looked at Thena, who visibly squirmed, trying to look away from Gil's big puppy dog eyes. Jack made the same expression, pressing his hands together, "pretty please, Aunt Thena?"

All three humans - plus her husband - witnessed the second her resolve melted in the face of her nephew. "Very well."

"Yes! It's gonna be great, I promise!"

Jack's grandparents traded a look as he skipped and wrapped his arms around his aunt's torso. She didn't seem entirely natural about the physical affection, but her hand could not have been gentler as she laid it atop Jack's head.

"Wash your hands and wear something warm," she directed.

"Okay!" he agreed readily in his excitement. He took Jaddi and Jaddati's hands again. "You should bring your stuff in here. And you can sit next to me at dinner! Aunt Thena sits next to me too, because she doesn't always like food that's not Uncle Gil's, but she'll go halvesies with me no matter what I get."

#Jack and Thenamesh #I hope you like it! #I love seeing this little family dynamic #and I love Thena with Jack #I just think she would be so soft with him #so so gentle with this little human boy #his grandparents are like oh my god Ben was right they're not human #but they figure hey #Jack loves them #they can't be terrible #They get in the car and they're like Jack don't you want to be in front? #he says no it's okay #he's gonna sit in the back and hold Aunt Thena's hand because she gets carsick #his grandmother wants to cry because oh my this boy is just so sweet #and they see all night how much he adores her #they do sit together and they whisper about what to get and Jack asks her questions #dinner comes and Thena and Jack really do split her chicken pasta and his kids burger and fries in half #she gives him all her broccoli #only for Gil to then give her his because dammit they both need veggies #his grandparents think it's so sweet and lovely #Ben: I know right? #Phastos: do not encourage those idiots they'll spread the stupid to our son

[luveline]

May I pretty please request an emergency medicine doctor!reader x Hotch blurb? I’d love to see both of them in careers that are difficult, yet despite that they still manage to be together because they understand each other so much. Maybe something with the rest of the team as well if it’s possible 🫶🏼🥹

Emily used to think Hotch would never be happy again. She’d drive him home after work, pick him up in the mornings, and she’d think about how miserable he was, the kind of misery that hooks you in its grip, has you turning to wine or whiskey just to keep breathing. 

She thought for sure he’d buckle. When Hayley died, he’d have to. How could you not? But he kept going and proved she should’ve had more faith in him, becoming the father Jack deserves, and, surprisingly, your partner. 

“You’re squeezing me too tight,” you mumble, just loud enough for Emily and the others to hear you where Hotch hugs you a few feet from the dinner table. “Why are you trying to break my back?” 

“I haven’t seen you in three weeks.” 

“Eighteen days is not three weeks.” 

“It might as well be.” Hotch peels away from you to give you a once over. Emily’s half jealousy and half fondness, seeing him love someone so obviously. “Are you hungry? I ordered for you.” 

“Super hungry. Do I smell like antiseptic?” 

“No, just soap.” 

“Well, that’s not much better.” 

Hotch puts his arm behind your back and guides you to the table. The team squeeze out hellos between mouthfuls and you take your place at Hotch’s side behind a steaming plate. You’re as ravenous as the rest of them after your long shift; Morgan can hardly get a word out of you for the first ten minutes, though he tries, and you attempt to be polite. Emily nudges him until he gets the hint to stop. 

“Here,” Hotch says, putting a heaping of his food onto your plate with a large spoon. 

“Stop.” You attack his spoon with a fork. 

“It’s fine, you like it more than I do.” 

“Don’t care. You need your energy. I’m going to make you carry me up the stairs home.” 

He’s unintimidated. “Ah.” 

“Ah,” you echo. “You sound so doubtful.” 

Hotch looks like he might try to keep flirting with you, but he gives in quickly, betraying how much he’s missed you with a hand slipping under the table. Emily sees his fingers curl over your knee, averting her gaze with a feigned sip of coke. 

She can deduce the silent question you ask one another about anyways. 

“We’ll have dessert,” you say. We won’t skip out early. “What are you having, Dr. Reid?” 

Hotch orders you three different things, which you eat fast. 

“They’re not feeding you at the hospital?” Rossi asks. 

“Three emergency transfers in twelve hours,” you explain, slouching now into Hotch’s side, one slow inch at a time. “I didn’t have time for much.” 

“That’s not healthy,” Hotch murmurs in concern. 

“I’m sure I can ask any of your friends about your eating habits and find a similar schedule,” you brush him off, raising your gaze to Emily, then Morgan, then Rossi and Reid. Everyone smiles the same way. Hotch is caught, and his laugh jostles your shoulder. 

“Have you ever heard the saying, ‘do as I say, and not as I do?’” he asks. 

God, Emily thinks with a huff of a laugh she can’t contain, get a room. 

“He likes that one,” Spencer says. 

“I don’t doubt it.” You lift your lips to his jaw and press a peck to the line of it. One, then two. “Maybe that’s why we've lasted as long as we have. Mutual disregard for our wellbeing.” 

“And a great deal of care for each other,” Rossi says, nodding sagely. “This is why my marriages never last.” 

“Is that why?” Spencer asks. 

“You’ve gotten to be quite the lark.”

“Lark,” Hotch whispers to you. Emily, sitting at his other side, might be the only one who hears, the others distracted by Spencer and Rossi’s ensuing squabble.

“Scoundrel,” you agree. 

“How’s your head now?” 

“It’s gonna be a hundred percent better if you give me that,” you say, pointing hopefully at his full drink. 

He doesn’t hesitate to press it into your hand. Emily would never suspect you hadn’t seen one another for weeks; you move and he follows. You rub your cheek against his shoulder. He touches his nose to your hair, his eyes shuttering closed for one stolen, blissful second. “Missed you,” he says under his breath. 

Emily looks away with a smile. Hotch isn’t hopelessly miserable anymore. 

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotchner drabble #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner fanfiction #hotch x reader #hotch #hotch x you #hotch blurb #hotch drabble

[withwritersblock]

Espresso

~Espresso by Sabrina Carpenter~

Author's Note: Requested, first jack hughes fic :) Summary: Y/N gets a new perfume and Jack starts acting weird Warning: implied smut Word Count: 1,542 Jack Hughes x fm!reader

The pre-season was wrapping up in about five days and the boys wanted to go out and celebrate the new season. She lived in the apartment building above the bar they were all heading to so she was already running late. According to Jack, the entire bar was packed and that she was desperately needed. 

He called her for the fifth time in the last thirty minutes. She rolled her eyes as she answered the phone, putting it on speaker. She rested it onto her vanity as she walked away from the phone. 

“Baby! I’m so lonely, I need you to hurry,” he whined out into the phone. She smiled as her cheeks heated up. 

“Okay, I promise I’ll be down in like five minutes,” she explained. He let out a dramatic groan. 

“Okay, I got you a drink, hurry before it gets watered down,” he let out before hanging up the phone. She took in a sharp breath, fighting the smirk forming to her lips. 

She took a hold of the first perfume bottle on her vanity, without reading the label she sprayed it all over her body. Loving the smell, she was satisfied as she took a hold of her small purse and began walking out of her apartment. 

It only took her five minutes before she entered the crowded bar, for once the entire room was filled with familiar faces. The wives and girlfriends of the players all cheered excitedly as she entered. 

“Finally so Jack can shut up!” Kristen shouted, raising her glass. Y/N laughed nervously as she scanned the bar for Jack. He excitedly jumped off of his chair as he shoved passed his teammates towards her. His smile was so wide. He walked up to her, leaning towards her. Pressing his lips against hers for a few seconds before he pulled away.

He furrowed his eyebrows as he kept his gaze on her glossed lips, “Is that new?” he asked, taking in a deep breath. She stared towards him confused for a few seconds. “You smell so good,” he mumbled as he took a hold of her hand, his gaze still lingering on her lips. 

She took a hold of his chin, forcing his gaze to meet her eye. She fought the smirk on her lips, “I got a new perfume a few days ago,” she let out as she kissed him briefly before she walked past him. He quickly spun around and followed her towards the table that Erik, Kristen, and Luke were sitting at. She smiled towards them all as Jack walked up behind her, resting his hands on her hips. 

He kissed her cheek as he reached around her, sliding the glass towards her. She nodded as she brought the glass towards her lips. Jack kept his hand loosely around her waist as he moved to stand beside her, he pressed his lips together as he watched her sip her drink. 

“I needed this,” she mumbled as she rested her drink back on the table. She turned her head to the side to try and meet Jack’s gaze but he was still eyeing her lips. “Are you okay?” she asked him, nudging him in the arm. He shook his head while blinking rapidly.

“What?” he asked, shifting his gaze around to each person at the table. Luke was staring towards him with disgust.

“We’re going to get some drinks, Rusty, what do you want?” Erik asked as he and Kristen stood up from their chairs. Luke looked towards Erik, licking his lips nervously.

“A beer's fine,” he muttered while pressing his lips together.

Jack tightened his grip along her waist as he leaned towards her, “You look so good, baby,” he whispered into her ear, before he pressed his lips to her cheek. He scanned her features again. 

She smirked as she tilted her head back, “Alright, Romeo, go get some water,”

“I’ve had one drink,” he let out while laughing. Luke took in a sharp breath as he leaned back in his chair. Y/N shifted her gaze towards Luke. 

“It’s true,” Luke let out as he stood up from the chair, “I’m not sticking around to watch this,” he mumbled, shifting his finger between the pair. 

“Then what is going on with you?” she asked, laughing as she met Jack’s gaze. He shook his head as he bit his bottom lip. She rolled her eyes playfully as she tried turning her head away. He took a hold of her neck and pulled her gaze back towards him. He kissed her urgently. 

“Come on, let’s ditch and go upstairs,” he whispered against her lips. She pulled away as she shoved him backwards delicately. He leaned back. 

“I just got here, you wait,” she teased as she took a hold of her drink. She began to stand up and walk away from the table. 

The skin tight dress on her body, showed off every beautiful curve of her body. He was in awe as he watched her body sway as she walked away from him. He tilted his head back as he clenched his jaw. 

He was drawn towards more than normal, he stood up quickly. Taking a hold of his beer as he started following after her. 

She was leaning against the bar top talking to Curtis and Reanne excitedly. Jack appeared behind her, standing much closer than he normally would in a public setting, he rested his hands on her hips as he slowly began rubbing his thumb along the fabric.

He was trying to decide what her perfume smelled like, it was stronger than normal. It was sweet but floral. He couldn’t put his finger on it. “Hey,” he whispered as he glanced towards Curtis and Reannae. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows as she glanced towards Jack who was resting his head onto her shoulder. 

“Why are you being weird?” she whispered as she met Reanne’s gaze. He shrugged as he pressed his lips against her cheek.

“Just missed you,” he mumbled as he shifted his gaze towards Curtis. She nodded, furrowing her eyebrows. 

~

The night continued on with her wandering away from Jack and his clinginess and he would still end up appearing. He was starting to get more touchy as the night went on. His hands sliding up her thighs, in slow but urgent patterns. He even attempted a hickey on her neck at one point when they were alone at the back of the bar.

She scolded him but was realizing how hard it was becoming to ignore him. His eyes were different, his gaze felt warmer. He’s never been this desperate and this obvious. He was sitting beside her at one of the tables in the back of the bar, his hands were slowly gliding up and down the inside of her thigh, teasing her.

She bit her bottom lip as he watched her get antsy. She took a deep breath as she leaned towards him, whispering in his ear, “Let’s go,” she mumbled before she slipped off of her chair, adjusting her dress. 

“Yes!” he let out in a whisper but his body oozed excitement. She reached her hand behind her, he gladly took a hold of it as they maneuvered out of the bar together. He was fighting every urge to grab her but he avoided it. They stepped outside, the air icey cold compared to how the bar felt with all of the bodies. They turned the corner to walk up the steps towards her apartment. 

While in the staircase, Jack glanced behind him to check if anyone was around. They were alone as he took a hold of her frame, pulling her against his chest. She gasped as she stumbled back, “You’re so fucking hot,” he mumbled as he turned her head to the side, kissing her lips. 

She gasped as she returned the kiss with the same sense of urgency. “Come on,” he mumbled as he tightly wrapped his arms around her waist, guiding her up the steps towards her apartment. “I need you,” he whispered in her ear. 

She smiled as she bit her bottom lip. It was only a handful more steps before they reached her floor. She pulled away from his grip as she snuck towards the door, quickly unlocking it. 

He quickly jogged up behind her, tightly wrapped his arms around her waist as he began to kiss her neck, sucking on the skin. 

“Jack, at least get into the apartment,” she mumbled as she gasped. 

“God, you’re just-my god,” he moaned into her ear as she opened the apartment door. 

He guided her inside, his lips still all over the skin on her neck. Her dress no longer covering her frame, Jack pulled it up around her waist. She bit her bottom lip as she tilted her head back, giving him full access to whatever he wanted.

“You smell so good,” he whispered into her ear as she spun around facing him. He scanned her features before she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him urgently.

She pulled away from his lips, pressing her forehead against his, “I’ll wear this more often then,” she teased before she jumped into his arms. 

“You fucking better,”

#jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagines #nhl imagines #nhl #nhl x reader #nhl fic #hockey #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes imagines #luke hughes #quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagines #quinn hughes x reader #jack hughes x y/n #jack hughes smut

[ddejavvu]

What about Hotch sneaking wife!reader and Jack into his hotel room during an away case and getting caught? He just wants to sleep by his love cause he can’t sleep without her since they got married 🥹

Aaron doesn't think much about forgoing an alarm when he falls asleep by your side. Their case is over, they've done all they need to, and they're just waiting on a delay at the airport that's preventing planes from taking off. There's no reason he needs to be out of bed early, and there's definitely no reason he needs to wake you and Jack up at an ungodly hour with an alarm. He's lucky enough to have gotten scheduled for a case alongside one of Jack's soccer tournaments, and for once in his life all of the pieces fall into place perfectly. He'd snuck you into his hotel room, he'd tucked Jack in on the couch, and he'd crawled right into your arms. He's going to take the opportunity given to him by the suddenly-gracious universe, bury his face in your shoulder, and sleep, no alarm necessary.

However, Aaron Hotchner should know by now, that the universe is never gracious. Not to him.

"Hotch?" JJ's voice is muffled by the door, incessant knocks beginning when there's no answer, "Hotch, the storm cleared, and planes are starting to take off again. We're schedule for an hour from now. Are you up?"

"Aaron," You hiss, suddenly filled with a panic you're not sure how to deal with, "Aaron, your- wake up!"

"Daddy?" Jack, evidently roused from the racket, rubs blearily at his left eye, "Daddy, is that Auntie JJ?"

"Is- Is that Jack? Hotch, open up." JJ tries the handle, but of course, it doesn't budge. Jack, ever the helper, takes his dad's groggy, half-awake silence and your own petrified one, as permission to help his aunt out, and almost trips on his blanket as he rushes for the door.

"Jack-" You whisper, trying to shout quietly. When he doesn't hear you, you try louder, even though it'll give you away, "Jack, no!"

"Auntie JJ!" Jack gushes, swinging the door wide open to greet her. The slim blonde is given a full, unobscured view of Aaron's bare chest pressed against your clothed one. He's awake, but barely so, and he's pushed himself off of where he'd been laying over your chest. But you're also trying to sit up, and it just pushes you together again.

JJ's eyes are wide and dancing with amusement, something you know she's going to channel directly into a gossip session with Penelope later. You suppose you understand, you'd want to share the juicy details too, but it's mortifying as she sees you now in bed with her boss.

"Well, good morning," She smirks, ruffling Jack's hair when he hugs her leg, "Uh, sir, I was just coming to let you know that we're scheduled for a flight soon, but if you're otherwise occupied, I can just tell the others you'll meet us back in Quantico?"

"Do not tell anyone anything." Aaron orders, apparently not needing much time in the morning to get his grumpiness going. He narrows his eyes at JJ, "What time do we leave?"

"10:30." None of his sternness can wipe the grin off of her face.

"We'll be gone by 10." You assure Aaron in a soft voice, too embarrassed to let JJ hear you speak.

"Perfect." She gushes, and you're even more mortified that she picked up on your soft murmurs anyways, "Well, sir, sounds like that's all set. But if you want, I can take Jack, and you two can have some alone time? I'm sure the team wouldn't mind, we can ask him all about-"

"No." Aaron snaps, but Jack's already latched onto her leg, sitting atop her foot, "Absolutely not. Jack, come back inside, please."

"Soccer." She clarifies with a knowing smirk, already backing away from the door with the little boy stuck to her, "We'll ask him all about soccer."

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner scenario #aaron hotchner oneshot #aaron hotchner one-shot #aaron hotchner one shot #aaron hotchner headcanon #aaron hotchner headcanons #aaron hotchner hc #aaron hotchner hcs #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotchner drabble #aaron hotchner dialogue #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x reader fanfiction

[luvhughes43]

you're a father? | jack hughes

journalist au! masterlist

summary: jack calls his brother quinn after finding out his ex girlfriend had his baby, and his current girlfriend hid the news from him.

word count: 0.6k

"quinn?" jack was already hyperventilating when the call connected. he had just found out that he was a father. something that his girlfriend of the past few months had hid from him.

alone in his vancouver apartment, quinn was awoken by the call of his brother. he was immediately worried, because what could possibly be so bad that his brother was calling so late at night.

quinn bolted up in bed, "what's wrong?"

"i- ohmygod," jacks words came out rushed. he felt like he was going to be sick.

"jack? breathe!" quinns voice was soothing on the other end of the line. jack tried to focus on his brothers calming words and the comforting sound of his voice. "can you tell me what happened?"

jack shook his head, forgetting for a moment that quinn couldn't see him. "i need... i-"

"are you hurt?" quinns voice was now panicked. never in his life had he heard jack sound so worried and upset.

"no, no i'm not" jack stuttered, his breathing slowly starting to calm down as he put the call on speaker and rested his head against his arms. "just, god i don't even..."

"okay, you're okay..." quinn rubbed at his eyes.

jack sat still for a minute, trying to stomach the mess that was his life.

"y/ns pregnant- was pregnant. we have a daughter" jack swallows hard. "she had tried reaching out to me and..." he couldn't bare say viviennes name. "and um, vi- she uhm, she saw the message before i did and-" jack starts crying again, violent sobs consuming him as he thought about his baby, and how y/n must've thought he had abandoned her.

quinn sat absolutely rocked by the news. "how do you uh, know that-"

"i saw the messages" jack manages to gasp out. "and i saw pictures and q, that baby is mine" jack crys out, digging the palm of his hands hard against his closed eyes.

"she was so mean to y/n. like threatening her and the baby... ohmygod" jack had to lay his head on his arms again. he was glad that he was sitting down, otherwise he was sure his legs would have gave out.

"do you need me to come get you?" quinn asked immediately. he wasn't exactly sure what he was getting jack from, but he would do anything he could to try and alleviate his brothers pain.

"i need to see my baby..." jack replies tiredly, all the crying and hard hitting emotions wearing him out. "and y/n, i need to see her again. i just dont.. i don't know what to do" jack trailed off, and a silence followed.

the boys sat on the phone together, neither saying anything. what was there to say anyway? no amount of talking things over would fix what had already happened.

jack moved his arms and let his head fall onto the marble countertop that was his island. he rolled his head over the smooth surface, hoping it's coolness would alleviate some of the pressure building in his forehead.

"what do you need me to do?" quinn finally asked.

"don't tell anyone. i'm going to figure it out" jack replied tiredly, his voice muffled by the countertops surface.

"okay... but you'll call me. like, every few hours"

"i'll call you when i have an update" jack responded.

"are you sure you don't want me to come up there?" quinn asked, mind absolutely reeling from all the news.

jack ponders his brothers suggestion. "i'll call you"

"i love you."

"i love you too," jack whispered back.

with the assurance that jack was somewhat fine, the boys both hung up the phone.

#journalist au! #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes fic #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes blurb #quinn hughes imagine #nhl fic #nhl blurb #nhl imagine

[harlowsbby]

A Nonsense Life 💘

Requested, the reader pranking jack by making him think she got his name tattooed on her.

“I still don’t understand how or why I let you talk me into this shit.” Urban mumbled as he drove to the studio where Jack was at.

“Maybe because you know you can’t say no to me.” You stated with a little smirk displayed on your face.

You saw a few videos going around of a few girls pranking their boyfriends into thinking they got their names tattooed on them when in reality it was a temporary tattoo.

You knew Jack and you knew he’d flip out when seeing his name tattooed on you. With the two of you being in a little prank war you decided to try and go above and beyond with this one.

“We’re here.” Urban said as he pulled up next to Jack’s parked car in the parking lot. “Are you coming inside?” You asked him when you noticed he was still sitting in the drivers seat.

“Oh no I won’t be getting the blame for this so I’ll be staying right here.” He told you and you huffed in annoyance. “Come on Urban I’ll buy you anything you want.” You pleaded.

He thought about it for a few seconds before deciding to tag along with you because who are we kidding seeing Jack’s reaction to his name being tattooed on you only happened once in a lifetime, even if the tattoo was temporary.

The two of you walked inside the studio and you were both greeted by Ace and Nemo, the two of them were sitting on the couch while Jack was inside the booth.

“What are you two doing?” Nemo asked as he squinted at the two of you. Urban and You never really came to the studio and he knew whenever the two of you were together trouble was not far behind.

“I’m just here to see my man.” You told him but Nemo knew you were up to something. “Like she said.” Urban added on.

When Jack noticed you were here he immediately got out of the booth and made his way over to you and the rest of the guys. “Hi babe.” He smiled and pulled you into a hug and placed a kiss to your forehead.

“Hi baby how was today? You get anything done.” You told him and took his hand and dragged him along to one of the many couches that were in the studio.

“We got a few things done the album is almost finished.” He smiled as you played with the hem of his shirt. “That’s good I can’t wait for you to finally be all mine once it’s over.” You told him.

He coo’d at you “You been missing me or what? I can kick them all out and you know we can finish what we started this morning.” He tried to whisper and wiggled his eyebrows.

“I think the hell not.” Ace spoke. “I don’t wanna see or hear any of that shit.” He stated and Nemo and Urban nodded their heads in agreement.

Jack rolled his eyes at them but made sure to turn his attention back to you. “So what did you do today? You went shopping or something.”

“I did a little shopping that’s about all though and then I went and picked up Urban.” He nodded his head. “What did you guys do?” You bit your lip nervously.

You weren’t sure on how Jack was going to react upon seeing his name ‘tattooed’ on you but you knew you couldn’t keep the small talking going on forever, you wanted to see how he’d react.

“Actually I did a little something today a little something just for you.” You song sang and looked up as he looked down at you, the curiosity was written all over his face.

“What did you do? Did you burn something down? Did you start an argument with the fans again?” He sighed and went to pull out his phone from his pocket.

“What? No I didn’t do any of that I did something better.” You placed your right arm into his lap and he looked at you with his eyebrows furrowed together.

“Roll up my sleeve.” You told him and bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing. “Uh okay.” He stated.

He pulled the sleeve to your hoodie back and once it was finally up to your elbow his mouth dropped open upon seeing his name ‘tattooed’ on you in fresh ink.

You managed to put some cream on it along with wrapping it up in Saran Wrap to make it more believable. “What the fuck Y/N?” He looked at you and then back at the tattoo and back at you.

“What?” You laughed. “Don’t you like it?” You stated proudly. Nemo and Ace looked over at the two of you and frowned at Jack’s shocked and somewhat nervous facial expression.

“What’s up?” Ace asked. “This is what’s up.” Jack lifted your arm up gently and showed them the fresh tattoo that said ‘Jack’ on your forearm.

“Ain’t no way that shit is real.” Nemo laughed and went to go and touch it but you pulled your arm back. “It is very much real I wanted to show Jack just how much I loved him.” Jack shook his head in disbelief.

“So you decided to get my name on you? Are you insane or what Y/N.” He stated.

“What? I thought you’d love it.” You pouted and Jack cocked his head to the side and just looked at you in disbelief.

“Y/N I love you but babe you’re getting this shit removed tomorrow.” He told you. “But what if I don’t want to get it removed? You told him.

Jack loved you but the last thing he was going to let you do was do something that you’d end up regretting further down the road. He loved you and was locked in with you for life but getting his name tattooed on you was where he drew the line.

“You can’t be seen out in public with me that’s all I know.” He stated and your jaw dropped.

“Why?!? It’s cute now everyone will know I belong to you, don’t sit up here and act like your fans wouldn’t do the same thing.” You stated.

Jack leaned back into the couch and started rubbing his face with hands he didn’t know what to do or what to say how to even think.

Ace and Nemo were trying their best not to laugh but by how stress and by how unserious you were I mean how could they not laugh.

Ace laughed. “I mean she isn’t wrong.” Jack sent a glare his way. “I’ll just stay out of it.” He mumbled.

“Seriously babe take that off I know you’d never do anything that stupid.” He told you. “If you love me you’d let me keep it.” You told him and Jack hunched over in laughter.

“And if you loved me you’d take that shit off.” You rolled your eyes. You were starting to feel a bit bad by pranking him so you decided to let him know it wasn’t real.

“Here take this.” You handed him one of your makeup wipes. “Wipe it across your name.” He took the wipe and very carefully and gently wiped his name.

When he removed the wipe he smacked his teeth in annoyance. “You’re so annoying for that baby.”

“But it was a good prank.” You stated. “You and Urban are always raising my damn blood pressure.” He said.

“Whatever but when the time does come to do tattoos you’ll be the first one to get my name tatted on you right?” You asked him.

“Babe, don’t make me kick you out the studio.” You huffed and everyone laughed. “You love me though.” He smiled. “That I do now come on so we can take this shit off.”

He took your hand and led you to the bathroom to wash off your arm even though this prank wasn’t successful at all you still enjoyed stressing him out just a little bit.

(I hope I did this justice anon 😭💘 tomorrow’s concept will be filled with much more fluff)

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you

[bedsyandco]

You Are In Love • Luke and Violet

Note: in which Violet goes to NJ and they finally get together. Dates are a little hazy, just go with it. It’s unedited so there will probably be little fixes here and there. I tried,I’m sorry if it’s not what you expected!!

WC: 3.4K

“I already booked your ticket. You’re coming to Jersey”

-

Jack had texted her that message less than 48 hours ago, and here she was on a plane to Jersey. Her fingers automatically go to the pendant around her neck, tracing the little “L”. She’s always been a nervous flyer, which is why Jack bought her a ticket in first class. Violet told Jack it was unnecessary to spend that much money to which he replied that as long as Violet comes to Jersey and makes his brother stop pouting, it’s money well spent.

She gets an automatic smile on her face thinking about her best friend. They haven’t been apart that long but she’s definitely been feeling his absence. She feels it when she goes over to the sophomore house and his regular seat on the couch is open, no one daring to sit on it even when he’s not there. She feels it when she goes to Starbucks and gets Luke’s regular order, only to have to give it to someone else when she realizes he’s not there.

She feels it when there’s a movie night and Luke isn’t sitting next to her whispering comments in her ear. And when it’s 3AM and she realizes she hasn’t eaten dinner because there was no Luke to force her to stop studying and take care of herself. Or when she makes a stupid joke and no one laughs, because Luke definitely would’ve gotten it. She feels it when she’s laying in bed and there’s no Luke to press her cold feet against.

She just misses him so much. All the time. It made her think about what she did before she met him, but she can barely remember a time where he wasn’t in her life anymore. For the last seven years, it’s always been Luke and Violet. You won’t see one without the other. Even at family events, the other one always came along. Since the day she’s met Luke they’ve been inseparable.

-

Grade 8

Violet turns to the right when she feels a tap on her right shoulder, meeting the eyes of a curly headed boy who’s smiling at her a little sheepishly.

“Can I borrow a pencil?” he asks, his voice somehow both nervous and self “assured at the same time.

“Do you always come to Math class without a pencil on the first day?” Violet asks a little tensely. She was a very serious student and she wasn’t about to spend the whole semester sitting next to someone who couldn’t even be bothered to show up to class prepared.

“Uh no. I accidentally broke mine. Nerves.” he explains, holding up the two separate pieces of the broken pencil, cheeks going a little red in embarrassment.

Violet opens her bag and grabs a pencil. Luke bites the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing at the 10 pencils she has in her bag. Ten!

“I like to be prepared,” she explains, and he realizes he failed to hide his amusement.

“Totally. Great habit.” Luke says seriously, not wanting to offend the girl.

“Keep it. You’re gonna need a pencil for the rest of the day,” Violet says when Luke goes to return the pencil at the end of class.

“What’s your next class?” Luke asks as they pack up.

“English, with Foster,” Violet replies.

“Oh would you look at that, we have another class together,”

“Oh joy,” Violet says sarcastically and Luke throws his head back as he laughs and Violet tries not to stare. She really likes his laugh.

The next morning when Violet gets to class her pencil is waiting for her on the desk, along with a cinnamon bun, her favourite treat, just like she told Luke yesterday during their little get to know each other session, and a little note that reads “Thanks Vi” in handwriting way prettier than Luke’s which makes her think maybe his mom wrote it, and the thought puts a smile on her face.

-

It wasn’t long after that, that they had their first little study date and Luke invited her to his game, and ever since then she’s always been the only girl to wear his jersey. Sometimes Violet thinks about how different both of their lives would be if they didn’t choose to sit in those seats. Luke always tells her that they were fated to be best friends and that even if they didn’t meet in that class he would’ve met her somewhere else. Violet doesn’t know if she fully believes in fate but it’s much better than imagining a world where her and Luke don’t know each other at all.

Sometimes Violet can’t believe her and Luke have been friends for about 7 years now. That they’ve been through so much together, been there for so many milestones. They’ve both changed and grown so much over the years, but the more Luke has grown up, the better person he becomes and the more she loves him. Violet has always had feelings for Luke, there’s always been a little something more, a little flutter in her stomach whenever he smiles at her, lingering touches, longing gazes.

-

Senior Year

The drive to Violet’s lake house was peaceful. After their graduation ceremony and getting lunch with their families, both Luke and Violet decided to make the drive up to her lake house. It was a planned trip, a few of their friends joining later in the weekend to spend some time together before everyone scatters for the summer. Luke and Violet would have tonight and tomorrow by themselves, getting settled and preparing the lake house for guests.

Luke gasps as Violet turns down the volume, shooting her a mock offended look.

“I’m not listening to your and Jack’s hillbilly playlist all the way there,” she says and Luke laughs.

“You love our hillbilly playlist. Don’t lie,” he replies turning the volume back up and squeezing her thigh, grinning when she jerks away, just like he knew she would.

“Make my world go black,” Luke starts singing.

“Absolutely not,” Violet protests immediately.

“Hit me like a heart attack,” he continues

“Just no!,”

“Knock me flat on my back,”

“Luke Warren Hughes!” she warns

“Brush me with your hair,” he sings, dramatically running his hand over Violet’s hair, covering half her face.

“Stop!” she yells, unable to contain her laughter.

“I’ll stop if you hold my hand,” he says, holding his hand out, palm up and Violet instantly slips her hand into his.

“You’re still wearing this?” she asks fiddling with the violet coloured bracelet around his wrist.

“Of course. Haven’t taken it off since you gave it to me. It’s my good luck charm,” he explains

“I thought I was your good luck charm…” she teases

“You are, but I can’t put you in my pocket and take you with me everywhere I go…as much as I wish I could.” Luke says and his hand lands on the inner side of her thigh, resting there. Violet looks out the window hoping Luke doesn’t notice the blush on her cheeks and wraps her hand around his arm, holding it the rest of the way there.

Later that night after they had set up everyone’s rooms and went for a little swim in the hot tub, they were laying on the bed, both focused on their own phones when Luke suddenly got up.

“I got you a little graduation gift,” he states walking over to her with a small box in his hand. He hands it over, standing in front of her while she’s sitting on the bed.

“We said we weren’t doing gifts, I didn’t get you anything.” Violet says while gently opening the box and seeing a necklace with a “L” pendant.

“I got it so that it doesn’t matter where you go to school next year, I’ll always be with you.” Luke explains, a little insecure.

“It’s beautiful, I love it. Thank you,” she replies, standing up and handing it to him so he can put it on for her. Luke’s hands trembled a little as they try to clasp it together. Violet was still in her bikini, and Luke in his swim trunks and they were both a little distracted with the amount of skin exposed.

“Luke?” Violet says as she turns around looking up at him.

“Yeah…” he answers, eyes dipping to where the “L” rests just above her breasts.

“I’m going to Michigan next year.” she states and his eyes shoot up to meet hers.

“What?” he asks, making sure he heard correctly. Not wanting to get his hopes up.

“I don’t want to be anywhere else. I’m going to Michigan State next year,”

“Michigan State?” he questions, his joy dimming for a second.

“No, I’m just kidding. Our Michigan. You should’ve seen your face,” she giggles and he visibly relaxes.

“Oh my God, we’re going to Michigan together?” he asks disbelievingly and she nods. She squeals when he pulls her closer, a hand going on each thigh as he picks her up. She wraps her legs around his waist, both her arms looping around his neck.

Luke buries his face in her neck, just squeezing her tight for a few seconds. The need to hold her close didn’t go away and that’s how they ended up in bed together. Luke’s head resting on Violet’s chest as she runs her fingers through his hair.

“I can’t wait to tell my mom. She’s going to be so happy,” Luke mumbles, remembering how sad Ellen got when Luke told her Violet was looking at going to university in another state.

Luke lifts his head, meeting Violet’s eyes, the biggest grin on his face.

“What?” she asks, gently running her thumb over his cheek.

“Nothing.” he replies, lowering his head and placing little kisses on her collarbone. She tilts her head to the side, giving him more room when he starts kissing up her neck.

“You’re so beautiful. The prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” he whispers and Violet can’t contain the smile that spreads across her face. Luke’s head ends up on her chest again and both of them are just content laying there in the silence, until Violet breaks it.

“You’re getting drafted soon. Isn’t that crazy?” Violet whispers. It feels like yesterday that Quinn got drafted, and Luke told her about how his own draft day feels forever away. Now it’s almost here.

“You don’t have to look so sad. It’s not like I’m leaving immediately,” he says but frowns when the crease between her brow only deepens.

Luke wasn’t going to leave immediately. But some day he would be leaving. And what would Violet do then? Sit idly by in Michigan while Luke moves to a new city without her. Probably getting the same attention from girls that both his brothers are getting. The thought leaves a sour taste in her mouth. She shouldn’t care this much. They’re not together and she has no right to be jealous. Besides what’s the alternative? Move with him? Chase after him just like she’s been doing since they met? Get a front row seat to witness how Luke doesn’t reciprocate the feelings she has. She’s not going to subject herself to that. It’s already torture enough that’s she’s going to have to see all the attention he’s going to be getting at Michigan.

“Hey,” Luke breaks her out from her thoughts. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get there, yeah?”

“Yeah,” she replies half-heartedly.

“Violet,” Luke says and then hesitates like he’s not sure if he should continue. His hand cupping her jaw, thumb tracing her lips.

Say it. Say something. Say anything. Violet begs in her head.

“You’re my best friend.” Luke says.

Anything I don’t already know, she thinks but only sends him a little smile.

“You’re my best friend too Lukey,”

-

Violet can’t help but wonder what would’ve happened if she had the guts to tell him that night instead of waiting for him to do it. If she was only delaying the inevitable. There’s a limited number of things that Violet can’t live without. Cinnamon buns. A good iced latte. Her family. Her journal. And Luke Hughes. That’s probably what’s held her back all these years, the fear of losing him for good. But what good is it to have him, if she can’t have all of him.

Violet can’t stop the warmth from spreading in her chest when she gets off the plane and goes to find Jack, who was waiting for her, leaning against his car.

“You need a haircut,” she says teasingly as she stops in front of him and he sends her a lazy smile.

“It’s good to see you too,” he answers, giving her a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek before taking her bags to put them in the trunk.

“You didn’t need to come get me, I could’ve gotten an uber” Violet says as they’re in the car, on the way to his apartment.

“Yeah right. My brother would kill me if he finds out I let you take an uber from the airport. So would my mom. So would Quinn. My whole family actually. Besides I wanted to, I’m probably not gonna see you much on this trip, might as well get some quality J and V time in somewhere,” Jack says sending her a warm smile.

“Thanks Jacky. And thanks for flying me out.” she says

“No problem. You’re doing me a favor really. If I have to spend one more night on the couch while Luke mopes about missing you, I might actually kill him.” Jack says.

Violet smiles softly, feeling a little reassured to know Luke misses her as much as she misses him. Her hand subconsciously moves to her necklace and Jack catches the move out of the corner of his eye.

“Nervous?” he asks

“Excited. And a little nervous,” she admits

“He’s gonna be really happy to see you,” Jack reassures her and they fall into a comfortable silence after that until they get home.

“He’s in his room, probably sleeping. Just wake him up, we both know he won’t mind if it’s you.” Jack says when the two of you walk into the apartment and he sets your bag down.

“You’re not staying?” She asks when Jack makes his way back towards the door.

“Nah, I’m gonna head out for a little bit. There’s food in the fridge if you’re hungry,” he says and slips out the door before she could reply.

Violet takes a deep breath, taking a moment to observe the apartment. She makes her way towards the room Jack pointed to. Luke’s room.

She hesitates outside the door for a second before softly turning the knob and pushing the door open. She’s met with the sight of Luke’s chest softly rising up and down, his eyes closed, body facing the door, the sounds of his steady breathing filling the room.

She quietly stumbles over to the bed in her sock clad feet, taking a seat on the bed next to him and gently brushing a curl from his forehead. She gently lays down, not wanting to wake him, heart beating erratically when he wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her closer, his face resting in the slope of her neck. Not long after, violet drifts off to sleep, completely content for the first time in a few nights.

About two hours later Luke wakes up a little disoriented, not wanting to open his eyes yet. He feels something, or someone, stir next to him and he immediately opens his eyes, panic gripping him for a brief moment until he smells the familiar scent.

Luke lifts himself onto his elbow, looking down at Violet’s sleeping body next to him. He rubs his eyes a little, shutting them and counting to three before opening them again and breathing a sigh of relief when she’s still there.

He bends down to press a kiss to her cheek, then her nose, counting this all over her face until she blinks softly up at him.

“hey you,” she says and Luke feels thoroughly embarrassed by how that raspy voice went straight to his dick.

“You make it a habit to sneak into people’s beds while they’re sleeping?” he jokes

“Only yours,” Violet answers and he smiles in response.

“When’d you get here? How’d you get here? Why are-“ he rambles and violet kisses his cheek, very close to his lips to shut him up.

“I got here about 2 hours ago, Jack flew me out and there’s really no other reason other than I missed you.” she says

“I missed you more. We’re allowed to sleep in the same bed again now?” Luke asks before he can help himself.

“Uh yeah, Noah’s not gonna care,” she says and Luke frowns

“Really? Cause he was pretty adamant about it…”

“Let me rephrase. Noah’s opinion doesn’t matter anymore, because we broke up,” Violet says and has to stop herself from laughing at Luke’s expression. It’s a mixture of shock and pure happiness.

“When?”

“About a week before the frozen four” violet admits

“That’s like a month ago!” he exclaims

“I know. You had a lot going on though, I didn’t want to add to that.” she says softly

“Are you okay?” he asks

“I’m fine, it’s not like I was in love with him. I never should’ve dated him in the first place. How could I ever truly commit myself to him when I’ve been in love with another person for the past 7 years?”

Luke swallows thickly, his hand going to fix her “L” necklace, tracing it as he asks, “you gonna tell me who?”

“You know who. You know I’ve always been in love with you Luke, just like I know you’ve always seen me as more than just your best friend. I think we’ve both known for a while, we were both just too scared to do anything about it. I would never forgive myself if I didn’t at least tell you how I felt even if you don’t-” Violet doesn’t get a chance to finish her sentence as Luke presses his lips to hers. And it feels just as special as it always has and yet it’s more.

Luke wonders if this will ever go away, this constant need he has for her. The need to see her everyday, the need to kiss her whenever he does see her, the need to keep her right here in his bed forever so every ounce of her love and affection is solely focused on him.

“I’m in love with you too my Violet. Probably have been since the moment I met you. I’m sorry it took me so long to be willing to risk you, in order to have you.” Luke whispers against her lips, kissing her softly at the end.

“You know there’s still a risk to this not working out,” Violet says

“I know. But it’s a risk I’m willing to take, and I promise you no matter what happens between us, I will always care for you and I will always love you, and you’re always gonna be my best friend.” Luke replies, softly kissing her once again before pulling her close, soaking up every minute they have together before she has to return back to Michigan.

Deep down Luke’s always known him and Violet was gonna end up together, there’s no way people have chemistry like theirs and not have feelings involved, and in a way he doesn’t regret waiting until this moment for them to get together, because even if they weren’t together, he knows Violet’s always been his.

#⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ violet + luke ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

[letsgetrowdy43]

Not strong enough (Rowan's Version)—

reader x usntdp u18 2018-19 team

Based on the song "Not Strong Enough" by Boy Genius

Warnings: Sexism & Men (they deserve the tw)

Ro's 1000 follower celly

Au Masterlist!!

"Black hole opened in the kitchen, every clock's a different time. It would only take the energy to fix it, I don't know why I am"

“She’s the glue,” Jack grinned and looked over to Cole who smiled back at him, “every team has that person who keeps the group together, and for us, she’s that person.” “She’s our everything really” Trevor interjected as the interviewer nodded her head.

The woman wore a red blazer, in her hands were a few cue cards, messy handwriting full of questions covered the tiny pieces of paper as she grinned at the boys sitting on the couch in front of her.

“How about her game? Explain it to me,” she smiled as Alex sat up. “She’s electric, elegant almost with how agile she is,” the other boys nodded, “her IQ is above all, and her playmaking is so effortless.”

“We wouldn’t be half the team without her,” Cole added. “These accomplishments are because of her, none of these records or wins would’ve happened if she wasn’t in that locker room,” Jack finishes off the interview with a grin as the camera shuts off and the industrial lighting goes out.

“That was an amazing boys, thank you,” the cameraman and director said as he shooed the boys out of the room.

★★

"The way I am, not strong enough to be your man, I try, I can't stop staring at the ceiling fan and, spinning out about things that haven't happened. Breathing in and out"

Y/n watched her interview with tears, a huff leaving her lips as she stared at the ceiling in defeat. “What about the boys? You find them cute?” The woman in the red blazer said with a chuckle.

The cue cards of in-depth questions were nowhere to be seen as the teenage girl sat on the couch in her Team USA jersey. Embarrassment filled her face as she looked behind the camera to see the direct, wondering how on earth this question was even real.

“These boys are like my brothers,” she smiled, tone a little peeved as she stared at her hands, “they are my team, the ones I go to battle for.” A semi smile worked its way into her face as she thought back to the past years with the boys, and how life-changing this team has been for her and for her game, “on the ice we are dynamic, and off the ice, they are my best friends,” she answered honestly

That’s about as far as she could make it into the video before having to turn it off.

The boys received such beautiful questions and were given the opportunity to share such meaningful words. While on the other hand, she was painted out to be some narrative

It was total bullshit.

★★

"Drag racing through the canyon, singing "Boys Don't Cry" Do you see us getting scraped up off the pavement? I don't know why I am"

“Give ‘em hell my girl,” was always Ellen’s words to the teen before she stepped on any ice, whether it be a game or a practice. It held such a strong sentiment, and Ellen was such a strong role model in her life.

They were also the first words said to her the moment she got the call inviting her out to the draft combine in Buffalo, her billet mother pulling her into her arms hug as she cried into Ellen’s arms “I’m so proud of you y/n,” she whispered as the tears subsided with the entrance of the boys who had been waiting for this moment.

“Are those good tears or bad tears?” Alex asked as y/n wiped them away. “Good ones,” she croaked as both Jack and Alex lunged at her.

Not only was this the biggest moment of her life, but this was also one of the biggest moments in female hockey history. The first-ever teenage girl prospect in an all-male league, it was overwhelming, but it was the first step in the direction of change.

★★

"The way I am, not strong enough to be your man, I lie, I am just lowering your expectations. Half a mind that keeps the other second-guessing, close my eyes and count"

“A female prospect?” The interviewer mumbled as he looked through his list of draftees. “It’s progressive,” another man with a clipboard mumbled with a shrug as he sipped his coffee.

“It’s unorthodox,” another person mumbled as one of the interns left to go and fetch the girl from the next room over, “politics and sports don’t coexist,” he added causing a few chuckles around the table.

The only female interviewer tapped her pen on the wooden table, her brows raised and her anger levels starting to rise as she looked at all of the men in the room. “You are making decisions for a billion-dollar company, every single decision and movement you make is due to the outcome of the political climate,” she said hastily before the door opened and all of the people in the room stood to greet the young prospect

The older woman’s hand was the first one out for the young girl to shake as she greeted her with a warm smile and a firm handshake. “Please take a seat, we’re so glad to get the chance to sit down with you!”

★★

"Always an angel, never a god. Always an angel, never a god"

Draft day had to of been the most stressful day ever, the NHL reached out a few weeks prior hoping to include her in their “Welcome to NHL” mini-documentary about her experience on the draft day.

Her hand shook as she stared at herself in the mirror, a small smile on her lips as she looked towards the camera. “Ready to make history?” She mumbled as she looked back at herself she fixed her lavender suit jacket.

"Always an angel, never a god. Always an angel, never a god"

Jack pulled her in for a hug as she got down to the bus, his hand cradling the back of her head as he held her tightly, “I can’t believe this is real,” he mumbled as she pulled away with a proud smile.

The second her heels hit that red carpet she was immediately anxious, she spun the gold ring on her thumb as Quinn and her older brother each patted her on the shoulder and sought out to find their designated entrance as she went through the carpet and the media.

“This colour is beautiful,” the interviewer said as she took in the bold outfit. “The man who designed the suit was very adamant that it was my colour,” she mumbled as she unbuttoned the loose-fitting Jacket.

The interviewer grinned, “As most draftees do, are there any little things about this suit that make it personal?” The girl opened her blazer to showcase a listen of names written in a deep shade of violet on the inside of her suit lining, “these are all of the women in my life who have pushed and haven’t received the recognition that they deserve,” her fingers ran over the writing as she smiled.

“These are the women and the role models who have fought for me to be in this place today, and have given me this opportunity to make history,” she nodded and unveiled the other side. A tiny embroidered quote that said “give ‘em hell,” was sewn into the other side, little flowers decorating the message as the interviewer grinned.

“And this is an ode to the woman who went above and beyond, and fought for me to be in this position,” she smiled as the interviewer wished her luck and sent her on her way

"Always an angel, never a god. Always an angel, never a god"

“Hold my hand,” she whispered to her dad, the man pulling the cell phone out of her hand to get her off Twitter for a moment, “people hate me,” she frowned as she looked at her father who shook her head. “People are afraid of change, you are strong you have worked harder than any of the boys in this room,” he whispered as her eyes filled with tears, nodding slowly as she leaned her head against his shoulder, “you are so worthy of greatness, and it'll come when the time is right,” he finished as her attention turned to Gary Bettman who was beginning to walk across the stage.

The boos began, and so did the anxiety.

"Always an angel, never a god. Always an angel, never a god"

One by one her teammates were picked off, proud smiles on her face as they each stopped by her to thank her for everything.

She sent each one of them off with a hug and some choked-up words as they made their way to the stage to live out their dreams. And one by one her dream slowly crumbled, like a glass castle that had been shattered, as the Blues picked their final pick on the second day in the seventh round Y/n felt the emotion rip through her. But instead of cracking, she held her head high and walked out of the arena with the entirety of her family behind her.

The second she was away from the cameras and the fresh air hit her lungs she began to crack.

A sob ripped through her as she sat on the curb, her hands pulling at the roots of her hair, “I was supposed to- I was supposed to make a difference,” she cried as a hand ran over her back. “I'm sorry sweet girl,” Ellen's soft voice sounded as the tears kept coming.

“I worked so much harder than the boys, I trained my ass off, I sat through the sexist interviews, but none of it will ever be enough,” the cries grew louder and louder as she leaned against the woman. “I did everything I could, and I will never meet my dreams,” she said defeated as Ellen held her tightly.

“I know baby, it's unfair, you deserve it just as much as the boys” she whispered, tears staring in her own eyes as she watched the girl who had been a daughter to her shake with a look of distraught on her face.

The girl wiped the underneath of her eyes, her fist finally unclenching as she sniffled, “I will never be enough,” she whispered and looked up to see the photographer taking a photo from across the street too which she just shook her head and sighed.

★★

"I don't know why I am the way I am, there's something in the static, I think I've been having revelations. Comin' to, in the front seat, nearly empty skip the exit to our old street and go home"

The draft had come and gone, and the boys each headed off to the new destinations in their lives. She ended up in Minnesota, as a freshman on the women's hockey team. Division one college hockey had always been on her list of things she wanted to experience, and it was everything she imagined.

It was slow, life slowed right down when she stopped putting that pressure on herself to always be the very best. The girls were sweet, but they knew what she had gone through during the summer, some a little envious, some a little sorrowful to know the struggles that she'd endured in the pursuit of her possible professional career.

The boys called often, to tell her about the little things, shared what their lives now entitled, whether it be in the league, or in university, wanting their favourite girl to know that they were always thinking of her.

Jack was a constant call in her life, a rookie who now carried the burden of being one of the potential greats. "It's really not all as great as they paint it out to be," he mumbled tiredly. It kind of felt like a stab in the heart sometimes, for him to be so ignorant to the pressure she had been other previously and then tell her that maybe she was lucky she would never get to experience the so-called 'torture' he was experiencing.

"Jack, do you know how badly I would kill to be in your shoes right now, to be worthy enough to prove myself to an entire league," she scoffed as the tears started, "do you know how much I wanted that, do you know how much I pushed myself to make it to that draft and then to be turned away after all of that work?" "I know," he sighed. "I don't think you do, 'cause at the end of the day you're calling me to complain about an amazing opportunity," she huffed as she heard the sniffles on the other end, heart squeezing a bit knowing that she was being hard on him.

"I'm sorry, it's just you have such talent, you're just in a slump J," he hummed in agreeance on the other end, "and you're gonna do such amazing things, you just need to push through it." "Should I give 'em hell?" "You need to raise Hell J," she finished her pep talk as he whispered a quiet Thank you and then hung up.

★★

"Go home alone"

She remembers the phone call so clearly, sitting in her dorm in her junior year, moving in only a few days prior as she started to get ready for her classes.

the phone rang twice before she answered the call, and an unknown number appeared on the screen as she stared at the random digits. "Hello?" "Is this Y/n L/n?" "This her," she said with a clear voice, brows furrowed as she held the phone a little away from her face to see if maybe she now recognized the number.

"Great! This is Tom Fitzgerald, GM of the New Jersey Devils," her heart dropped, and she sat up quickly as she looked at her roommate with wide eyes, "we would like to invite you to Jersey for the weekend, Lindy Ruff would like to meet you and have a chat about some sort of deal!" "Of course, I'm free whenever," her hand covered her mouth in shock as she felt the slight tremor of her hands, "thank you for this opportunity Sir," the man hung up the phone as she stared at her screen with wide eyes.

A smile rested on her face as a notification popped up.

My turn to tell you to raise hell! 😈❤️

Jack's number appeared just above the message as she looked up to her roommate. "Holy shit"

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Kinda scared to post this 🫣

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[babydollmarauders]

SPEAK NOW — QUINN HUGHES

quinn hughes x fem!reader

part of the Speak Now Fic List

summary: in which y/n attends her ex-boyfriend, Quinn’s wedding and can’t hold her peace

notes: barely any dialogue. like i’m so serious, very little dialogue. also not proofread and i think i hate this but it’s fine because i don’t think i could do any better and i worked way too long on this.

it was the last thing i expected.

to receive the elegant white cardstock that sits in my hand. flowers of muted colors are printed across the bottom, cursive lettering across the top.

‘You Are Formally Invited to the Wedding of Quinn Hughes & Lindsay Carter’

it’s not that i didn’t think this day would come. quite on the contrary, i feared it would come sooner. i know firsthand how special Quinn is. i knew some lucky girl would lock him down. Quinn is the type of love that you never let go.

but i did.

i made the mistake of letting go of his love.

letting go of him.

and now i’ll be forced to watch as he marries another girl. one who provided comfort and a shoulder for him to cry on when i broke his heart. one who helped him glue the pieces back together after i left.

we had both known the risks. getting together despite the warnings of his brothers. and Jack was right.

“romance is not worth risking a lifelong friendship.”

because in the end, i lost both.

i lost the love of my life and my best friend since kindergarten.

now reduced to awkward tension at conjoined family events, and pity invites to major events like these. more awkward to invite me than it is to face me afterwards, knowing that i knew what was happening and was deliberately left out.

setting the invitation on the counter, i check yes on the guest list website on my phone. confirming that i’ll be in attendance.

despite the envy that weighs heavy in my heart, and the irrational feeling of betrayal that eats at me, i know i’ll feel worse missing this milestone in Quinn’s life.

**THREE MONTHS LATER**

i’ve had months to prepare for this moment. to guard my heart and get ready to watch the only man i’ve ever loved, get married to another woman.

and in spite of that, all i’ve done is the very thing i spent the last two years keeping myself from doing.

asking about Lindsay.

i never thought they would get this far. under the impression that this was a fling and wouldn’t last long. the only thing i knew for two years was that they were opposites.

Quinn is a responsible, down-to-earth guy, focusing on feelings and equality in relationships. whereas she was more materialistic; never attending Quinn’s games unless she was guaranteed a photo opportunity, using his card to buy luxury items, and according to Jack, constantly reminding Quinn how low he had felt before she came into his life.

and now, after asking around and learning everything i could, i can guarantee that Quinn doesn’t know half the things that i do.

i can guarantee he doesn’t know that she was a bully in high school, that that mean girl attitude never left. i can guarantee he doesn’t know that she brags to all her friends that she bagged a rich fiancé and she’ll never have to work to afford her luxury lifestyle, or that she has no issue in saying he isn’t attractive but his money makes up for it. and i know he doesn’t know she’s been sleeping with her personal trainer when Quinn is out of town.

and i know what i must do today, despite my nerves.

there’s still thirty minutes until the ceremony actually begins, and no matter how much i’ve steeled myself, i’ll never be ready to face the pity filled glances and the sympathetic words of Quinn and i’s families and friends. so, i wander the halls of the stuffy church, thinking about how unlike Quinn this all is.

perhaps he’s changed his mind since we had fantasizingly planned our own wedding. laid in bed, the golden sunrise lighting his face in a greek god-like way, speaking in hushed whispers, discussing our dream wedding. nothing like this one.

my feet pause on their own accord as yelling reaches my ears, and i identify the sound coming from an open door down the hall as Lindsay.

“are you stupid?” her voice drifts out of the room, carried by the empty space. “i told you to get nude heels, not cream!”

i make quick work to pass by the room, catching just a glimpse of the blonde bride, her fluffy white gown swallowing her.

heaving out a relieved sigh, i try to ignore the pounding in my chest, turning left down the hall and towards the main room. maybe it’s best for me to just get the pity and commiseration over with.

my heels click against the hardwood floor of the crowded room, and a hush falls over most of the right side. Quinn’s side.

scanning the room, i’m grateful to find Trevor and Cole. i know Quinn’s family is with him getting ready, but i at least have these two to bring me some comfort amongst the sea of strangers.

“y/n, you came!”

pop! the comfort bubble has broken. i thought i could trust Cole to treat me normally, but the gentle incredulous tone of his voice tells me otherwise. a mix of shock and sympathy.

“yeah, of course i did.” my lips quirk in a forced smile, shoving any resentment and nerves down deep inside me. “i wouldn’t miss Quinny’s big day.”

“y/n/n, you know you don’t have to act strong in front of us, right?” Trevor’s hand rubs my arm, providing the perfect grounding for me.

“yeah, no, i know that.” i nod. “but seriously, guys, i’m fine. i knew this day would come.”

“it’s not too late.” Cole jokes. “the priest does say that whole ‘speak now or forever hold your peace’ thing, right?”

i let out a genuine chuckle at the deep and ominous tone he uses to imitate the priest; the first real laugh i’ve had all day. if only he knew.

i join Trevor and Cole in finding seats, sitting in the 4th row. not quite at the front, but also not quite the middle. i perch in the seat closest to the aisle, open for a quick getaway if needed.

the guys engage me in small talk, asking me about my job and frowning when i give the generic answer of ‘it’s okay.’

but i couldn’t tell them the truth, could i? that i hated it. that i regretted ever taking it. that it wasn’t the job that was bad, but rather that i was filled to the brim with resentment that it took me away from the man i love.

i knew i had brought it upon myself. i made myself this miserable. i chose this job over him. i got the internship and thought Quinn and i could withstand the distance while i was in Boston, but i was wrong. we didn’t make it more than two months before i was forced to watch our relationship crumble before me; knowing there was nothing i could do to fix us, i had to let him go.

i knew he would live on. i knew he would be able to put our relationship in the past. but i was only more disconsolate than ever. stuck in a mournful heartbreak. unable to move on and unwilling to try.

i’m shaken from my thoughts by Cole, who points out the mother of the bride walking down the aisle, signifying that the ceremony is getting underway.

i strain my back, twisting around in my seat. my eyes are drawn to the open double doors, where Quinn makes his entrance. his parents on either side of him.

my heart races in my chest, my nerves settling low within my stomach. he looks breath taking. but i can’t help noticing the lack of spark in his eyes. the once lively eyes that used to be so full of emotion, now seem empty.

my gaze tracks his movement, following as he walks down the aisle and to the altar, coming to a stop in front of the priest. his parents take their seats as he scans the room, seemingly searching, and when our eyes meet, he seems to stiffen. his back straightening and his jaw locking.

i can only hope my eyes convey everything i’m thinking.

i’m sorry.

please don’t do this.

his brothers are quick to follow down the aisle, decked out in navy blue suits, joining him at the altar as his groomsmen.

Jack’s lips quirk up in a smirk when he sees me, and he sends me a wink, but i can’t muster anything more than a simple straight lipped expression.

the next 20 minutes go by in a blur, a haze of bridesmaids and eventually Lindsay making her entrance.

“dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony, which is commended to be honorable among all men; and therefore - is not by any - to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly - but reverently, discreetly, advisedly and solemnly.”

the priest begins, and i’ve been to enough weddings to know what comes next. steeling my nerves, i take a deep breath in, letting it escape back past my lips with a silent whoosh.

“should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

a silence falls over the room, the priest looking out over the seated crowd.

my hands tremble by my sides, anxiety growing deep within me, but i know this is my last chance.

i rise to my feet, slowly and shakily. i can hear whispers start from the left side of the room, and i glance around to find everyone staring at me with horrified looks. everyone but Quinn’s immediate family and friends.

Jack and Luke share a glance before letting out relieved sighs; but i’m only focused on Quinn, who stares back at me with wide eyes and parted lips.

“go on.” the priest urges me, an annoyed expression painting his face.

Lindsay’s face turns red, hands balled into fists at her sides.

“don’t say ‘yes’.” i plead of Quinn.

“y/n-” he sighs, and my heart skips a beat in my chest, the well-known effect he has on me.

“you need to hear me out.” i beg. “Quinn, i’m sorry. i’m sorry i let us go, i’m sorry i didn’t fight harder for us, and i’m sorry i ever even took that stupid internship. but even if i’m too late to win you back, you deserve better than this.

“she’s been using you for your name and your money.” i continue, but Quinn squeezes his eyes shut in disbelief. whether he’s in disbelief of Lindsay or me, i can’t be sure. “and she’s been cheating on you.”

gasps sound out across the room and his eyes snap open wide again. his gaze flickers between me and his bride, who has now turned a pale white; all color draining from her face at my accusation.

“she’s lying! she just wants you to herself! she had her chance and she lost it and now she doesn’t want you happy.” Lindsay cries out.

“i have it on good authority that she’s been sleeping with her trainer when you’re out of town. you know i wouldn’t say anything if i weren’t completely sure. if i didn’t have proof.” i tell him “and you don’t deserve that. you deserve someone who will be absolutely head over heels, purely, and loyally in love with you. and i’m not saying that i’m that person for you. this isn’t me begging for a second chance, even if i am still out of my mind in love with you. i just can’t stand idly by and watch you make a mistake. i can’t let you marry her without knowing the truth.”

i take a deep breath and let it out in a sigh. silence plagues the room, astonishment written all over the faces over every guest in attendance.

“okay, that’s all i wanted to say.” i purse my lips and nod, stepping out into the aisle. my heels click against the floor as i make my exit, not staying to see the outcome of my outburst.

***

i sit on my couch, staring at my hands fidgeting in my lap; my phone shut down entirely and sitting face down on the coffee table in front of me, not ready to face the consequences of my earlier actions.

a movie plays on my tv, but i pay no attention, only having put it on in attempt to escape my thoughts and avoid the quiet.

it’s been approximately twelve hours since i objected to my ex’s wedding. now midnight, and my anxiety has not lessened. i have no clue whether Quinn carried on with his marriage or if he took my words to hold the truth. too afraid to find out.

i’m broken out of my trance by a heavy knock sounding out on the door of my apartment, and i stand frantically. i expect that it’s Jack or one of the many other friends in attendance of the wedding this afternoon, but my heart rate picks up when i look through the peephole to find the very man i confessed my love to today.

my hand shakes as i unlock the door, opening it to reveal Quinn. he’s no longer in his tux, rather adorning sweatpants and a t-shirt, but he still looks handsome to me.

“Quinn.”

“i didn’t say my vows.” he rushes out.

“what?” i question, fearing i heard him wrong.

“i didn’t say my vows.” he repeats, pushing past me and into my entry hall. “she tried to deny what you told me, but i trust you. i held my ground, and she confessed everything. you were right.”

“Quinn, please.” i plead. “i’m happy that you’re not upset with me but i can’t-”

“i’m so glad you were there.” he cuts me off, snaking his arm around my waist and pulling me flush against him. “were you telling the truth?”

“Quinn, you just said she confessed-” i push against his chest, tears gathering in my eyes.

“about being sorry. about still being in love with me. were you telling the truth?” he clarifies, his free hand coming up to hold both of mine in his clutch, and my arms go slack.

“yes.” the tension in the air is palpable, and i’m unsure whether it’s worrisome or comforting.

“say it again.” he breathes out, a subtle smile resting on his lips.

“i love you.” a lone tear spills over my waterline, rolling down my cheek. “i am absolutely and irrevocably in love with you.”

his lips crash upon mine in a bruising kiss, finally letting go of my hands in favor of resting his right one against my cheek. i stiffen against him, seizing up in his hold, and he pulls back. his eyes scan my face, his face etched in worry.

“did i do something wrong?” a hoarse whisper, our faces still millimeters apart.

my hands raise to cup the back of his neck, pulling his lips back down to mine. my eyes flutter shut,this time it’s slow and passionate; holding my heart on my sleeve as i pour my soul out to him in the form of a kiss.

he pulls away, pressing his forehead against mine, but my eyes remain shut. we’re both silent, nothing but the sound of our mingling breaths and the tv lowly drifting in from the other room.

“i love you too.”

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[adventuringblind]

Oscar the Matchmaker: Chapter Six

Oscar Jack Piastri x Reader x Max Verstappen

Summary: The media goes crazy over the trio

Warnings: some sexual innuendo

Notes: considering the next chapter to continuation of their steamy encounter at the end. What do y'all think? 🤔

Masterlist

The build-up to the next race was terrible. The media had been swarming her at every opportunity. Even taking liberties to follow her places.

Her PR team had been keeping things as controlled as they could, but the fans are a force to be reckond with.

They left for Hungary early. She had requested they do so. She wanted time to settle down before she had to run around through people. A request which both boys made happen.

Now, she lay wrapped between them in their arms. It's a peaceful place to be. If she never had to leave, then she'd gladly stay here forever.

"Do you think the fans will still like me?" She whispers into Oscar's chest.

"My answer is still the same. Yes, they will still like you."

"If they start saying shit then I'll personally see that it stops." Adds Max. His words vibrate against her back in a soothing way. "The teams know your story. They saw what happened. You have no obligation to share that information if you don't want to."

The fans seem to be divided. Some say she has the money to make it look like she's the victim. Others say it's obvious she's the victim. Some fans are even saying that their relationship is just a massive cover.

Thankfully, her grid friends had come to the rescue. They all posted about her; about them. All of them writing things so kind it made her cry.

~

Media day came around far too soon. The boys make sure to walk her all the way to AlphaTauri, as is routine.

This time, they are joined by Lando, then they pick up Charles and George, and at some point Carlos and Alex.

The group waves her off to the safety of her garage. Watching her meet up with Yuki at the door.

"If any of the vultures ask about it, I will be setting the media pen on fire." Max claims through gritted teeth.

She thought she would be in the safe with the Thursday driver press conference. She was wrong to assume anything. Apparently, drama makes them bring her back.

It gets a little better as she sees that the other two didn't escape it either. They make space in between them for her to sit down. Charles and Pierre are on the far end of the couch chatting before things get started.

All three of them lean in for a hushed conversation.

"Plans for answering unwanted questions?" She asks.

"Sarcasm. Unless you want to answer differently." States Max and Oscar shakes his head in agreement.

They make it through the first part without any odd questions. It's the open floor where things start to get tricky.

"Will Buxton, Skay Sports: question for Max, Oscar, and Y/N." She tries to suppress a groan. Of course it would be him. The one who loves to make Max out to be a villain and her to be a slut. "How does it feel to be out to the world? Could you give us any insights into your relationship and if there is any truth to the rumors?"

Cue an angry Max and stone cold Oscar. She almost wants to laugh at Will and his poor choices.

Max goes first without anyone having to ask. "I personally feel great. It wasn't how we wanted it to happen, but I'm glad that I can hold their hands in public now."

Oscar goes next. Probably to give her time to think. "So me and Y/N have been dating since F2, and Max joined us early this year."

A shock rolls through the crowd. There's one rumor taken care of at least. Now, she can choose to do the rest nicely or sarcastically. She chooses both.

"There are a few rumors going around right now. The one about us being fake is a lie. We've been together for a while now." She looks between her two counterparts for reassurance. They give her warm smiles and encourage her to move forward with whatever she wants to say.

There is definitely a shake in her voice this time as she continues. "The rumor about me being the aggressor is also a lie. I don't need to prove anything to anyone. I've been through enough already and am not keen on reliving it. Oscar and Max can attest to the fact that I will make myself sick trying to talk about it. I order to not cause a scene, I will no longer be speaking about the matter."

She comes out of the press conference and immediately falls onto the ground, clutching her stomach. She's grateful her PR manager is there waiting for her. Otherwise, she probably wouldn't be able to keep going.

Oscar and Max help her up, watch her drink some water, and then return to their own garages.

"Do you want to try and get media over with now? Or do you want to wait a bit?"

She can't help but admire the level headedness of the kind woman beside her as she will be losing her patience with the questions she's been trying so hard to push away.

~

Max wants to scream. Maybe even punch something. Or preferably, someone.

He storms his way through the media pen. Nobody even stops him as he does. His PR manager told him to him to go find Oscar as the Aussie has apparently been getting the brunt of the inappropriate questions since their female counterpart had been escorted away for a break.

The trio and their PR managers have a new group chat for this very reason. The drama of their coming out has made all six need to stay in communication.

So, when he got word, he was released to go help his partner escape the awkwardness of the situation. Because nobody is going to mess with Mad Max and make his partners uncomfortable.

He finds Oscar in the middle of answering a question. A microphone to his mouth and eyes flickering everywhere searching for an answer he doesn't have.

Without any hesitation, Max stands right next to his boyfriend and interjects himself into the conversation.

"Speak of the devil, here is Max right now!" says the interviewer enthusiastically. "I was just asking about the nature of your relationship since you are a world champion and dating not one, but two rookies."

Oh, the nerve. Max has half a mind to ask the interviewer who's dick he had to suck to get his job and see how he likes it. "Not sure what you're implying, Mate?" Max tilts his head in feigned confusion. He can just barely see the two PR managers almost giggling out of the corner of his eye. The Dutch has a way of making the media regrat they ever asked such things.

"Just wondering how things between the three of you work. You know- If you're helping them in their career at all."

He feels about ten seconds away from jamming the microphone into the reporter's skull. But he refrains since his PR manager is even letting him do this.

"I honestly don't think they need any help. If you're implying that they are using me, I'm using them, or this is anything other than our love and respect for one another, then I will kindly ask you to fuck off." Max grabs Oscar's hand and the Aussie tries to give a PR worthy smile. The two walk over to their managers and both are shaking their heads at him.

~

All three of them collapse in a heap on the bed. Media day was absolutely exhausting. The trio had been dragged through a PR nightmare on loop.

"If I never talk to a reporter again, it'll be too soon." Max grumbles. The other two hum I'm agreement.

It took a minute for the two males to make out the small whisper of 'I'm sorry.' The female had been guilty about everything that happened. She has started to constantly apologize for things out of her control.

"I think I know the perfect way to relax and pull your head away schat."

Oscar runs his fingers along her spine. His eyebrows quirk up at Max in curiosity.

~

A bath.

Max's plan is a bath.

She's grateful that the Dutch has a bath bigger than the other two. It's not massive in the way of a hot tub. Yet it's perfect for the three of them.

The water is warm on her skin. Her back rests against Oscar's chest. Max is facing them to make the space more comfortable, but she wishes he were right next to them so she could lean on him too.

Even after everything, they are still here. Something about that thought makes her feel warm and fuzzy inside.

"Have you heard from your family this weekend, Osc?" She asks. The Aussie had been summoned home by his mother and demanded he bring his two partners along with him.

"Pretty sure my family loves you two more than me." He laughs. "What about you, Maxy?"

Max lets out a heavy sigh and sinks further into the water. "Dad has been texting me occasionally, but I've been ignoring him. Mom and Victoria want to meet you both in person soon." A small smile tugs at Max's lips. The Dutch loves his sister and his niece and nephew. "And you Schatz?"

She grimaces at the thought. "A few texts here and there."

"About?"

"How I should come home and pray away my sins." She rolls her eyes. "They think you two should do the same. That all of us need to stop whoring around."

Oscar smirks into her neck. "The only thing I intend on worshipping is you."

She can feel the heat rise in her cheeks at the implications.

Max sits up again and leans closer to her. "Or maybe you want to be on your knees praying to a different alter."

And there is is. Every working brain cell turned into mush. She whines at the thought. Almost shocking herself at the noise.

It's going to be a long night.

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[eimids]

Please so boyfriend Alessia Russo

I've gotten millions of ask's for Alessia sooo here we go!

This is like golden retriever / boyfriend / shy Alessia Russo

ALL LETTERSS AGAIN

NSFW - Alphabet Challenge: Alessia Russo

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

She is the sweetest person ever. She will cuddle you, kiss you, make sure you eat and drink, cuddle you some more, wash you and then even more cuddles. Whatever her princess wan'ts, she gets.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

She adores absolutely everything about you, but if she had to pick something specific, she would say your hands. She loves to hold them, kiss them and of course she loves how good they make her fell in the bedroom.

On herself she loves her facial features. She knows she is pretty and loves her features.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

I dont know can't think of anything special. Let's just say that she loves to spend time between your legs and eat you out til she can't breath.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

One thing she loves that only you know is how needy and submissive the girl can be during certain moments. She likes to appear as a top and dominant person, which she most times is, but you also know the more vulnerable side.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Alessia isn't the most experienced one with girls but still knows what she is doing. She is very comfortable around you and want's to learn everything about your body and it's reactions she can.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

As long as she can see your face scrunched in pleasure, she will be happy. But one thing she love is to sit on your face. She loves that she can see you and feel amazing.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Alessia will joke around and have fun. She thinks that sex is supposed to be fun and comfortable so that's always her way in the bedroom. There is laughing, serious moments, passionate moment and kisses ruined by giggling.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Alexia shaves herself often just because she thinks it's more comfortable and finds herself more sexy that way.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Alessia is very intimate and romantic person and that shows in the bedroom too. She will always have some foreplay, weather it's kissing you, massaging you, cuddling or just hanging together close to one another. During the moment she loves to whisper sweet nothnings to your ear while she makes you see stars.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Alessias sex drive isn't the biggest so if she's away at a camp she usually can go without masturbating. Sometimes tho when you sent her so not innocent photos, she can't help but to touch herself.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Although Alessia is quite vanilla, she enjoys some temperature play. She loves to burn some massage candles and give you a massage with the wax before massaging some other places on your body. She also will happily hold an ice cube in her mouth just to tease you with the coldness of it.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Home in your own bed. She likes how comfortable it is and everything just being on her control. No one can see the two of you nor hear you.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You in the gym. You wearing her clothes. You eating. You sleeping. You sitting. You standing. You laughing. Pretty much anything you do, she just usually doesn't say anything cause she is a bit embarassed.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Hmm, she isn't very keen on anything that hurts you. She doesn't really wanna spank you or anything too rough. (You had to plead her to spank your ass even once). She just never want's to make you uncomfortable and you respect that.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

She is much rather the one giving. She LOVES to eat you out. She is very passionate about that and will stay between your legs for ages just to feel your thighs tense around her head again and again.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Alessia is more slow and sensual. She can be both, don't get me wrong but she prefers to have it more sensual and romantic.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Alessia isn't the biggest fan of quickies. She likes to have the foreplay, the act itself, some laying down, go again and aftercare. During a quickie she can't have all that. ( But once again Alessia will never say no to eating your pussy quickly before you have to leave to somewhere)

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Alessia isn't a big risk taker. She likes to have you in the secrecy of your shared home and overall it's pretty vanilla with her. You have experimented in the bedroom but you rather stick to your usual casual sex.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

As an athlete her stamina is good. She can have many orgasms in one night and will gladly provide the same to you. As long as she is in the mood, she will go for all night.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

She doesn't own too many toys. Yeah in her closet you can find a vibrator and a strap but she rather uses her own fingers and mouth on you. She just want's to feel you and make you cum on just her own without any equipment. (Although she will fuck you with the strap until you pass out)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

If we are being honest, Lessi would love to tease you but she doesn't have the patience. She will get too worked up and needy so she just needs to have you. She has often tried to tease you and make you wait but she just ends up being the needy one who can't wait.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Alessia is a loud one. She loves to moan, whimper, groan and everything in between. She isn't ashamed as long as no one is near.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

She loves to see you work out. She often drags you to the gym with her just to get all worked up and leave early to get back home so she cam fuck you.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Alexia is either wearing boxers or lingerie. Nothing in between. It's either boxers and a sports bra or fancy lingerie.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Not too high to be honest. I mean she usually doesn't initiate it but will gladly join you if you are in the mood. She just doesn't need it as much.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

She is so fast asleep. She will fall asleep before you most likely, but of course after she has made sure you are okay and given you aftercare. She is just a tired little baby.

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[unluckyhoneybee]

Baby Hughes (Quinn Hughes)

Having a baby with Quinn wasn't on your plans but a trip to his house change a lot of things.

Note: Requested. I made the Luke plotline a bit more dramatic...

Warnings: allusions of abortion.

You were literally shaking. Quinn had your hand on his, he was sitting next to you and talking to his parents. They already know, he had called to tell them, but now he was getting into details

"You are not a couple then" Ellen asked.

"We are not. We are living together now and trying to decide how it will be when the baby is born, but we are not a couple"

You swallowed and looked at the family. Jack was standing against a wall, Jim and Ellen sitting in front of Quinn and you, Luke on a chair on his phone.

Jack had welcomed you with a big smile and a warm hug. He was excited to meet you. Jim and Ellen had been polite and nice too. They were still a bit shocked with the news and felt as if they were walking on thin ice around you. And Luke... He had barely said hi, which had hurt a bit. Both to you and Quinn.

"Okay... And... You know each other for a while, right?"

"Yes. More than a year and a half" Quinn said.

"So... You were friends and..."

"How did it happen?" Jim asked.

You squeezed Quinn's hand and moved a bit closer to him looking for comfort.

"You have three kids dad..."Jack said.

"Jack" Ellen warned.

"Sorry"

Quinn took a deep breath.

"Dad, I'm not going to tell you. YN is not comfortable with it"

"I just..."

"It wasn't a one time thing, it wasn't us being irresponsible. We had something established and it took us here. It was an accident but it happened and we both talked about it. A lot. We are sure this is what we want and we are going to do it" Quinn stated.

You were looking at him. He had become your everything since you found out.

"W-we both want this baby. I want it. I want to be there for both of them so... We are going to have it."

Silence fell and you moved your hand to play with a bracelet on Quinn's wrist.

"Okay... We truly are happy for you guys, a baby is... Wow. But it was a big surprise. Sorry if we didn't react as planned"

You looked at Ellen and smiled.

"It was fine. I understand. You don't know me and I'm having your grandchild. It's a lot." You said. Quinn admired how you always had the right thing to say.

"Ow, the grandchild. You are getting so old guys" Jack spat laughing.

"You will be an uncle" Ellen told him.

The two siblings shared a quick look and Jack gasped.

"Uncle Jack" He covered his mouth. "Oh wow"

A shy smile formed on Quinn's lips. He couldn't believe the happiness his Jack's face was showing. He wanted nothing more than his brothers accepting you and your baby. They were his world and now so were you.

"Guys" You called for their attention. "I brought some stuff." You got up and picked something from your bag. Quinn was smiling at you and chuckled when Jack took the seat next to him.

When you sat back and opened the folder, Ellen jumped and hurried next to you. There was an ultrasound, the latest one. The baby could be seen perfectly, the shape of the little nose was there and also the shadow of the hands.

"Oh" She covered her mouth with her hand. "Is that..."

You looked at her and nodded.

"She is our baby" You said with a big smile.

"She?"

"A little girl" Quinn whispered. He couldn't believe he was going to be a dad, a girl dad. He would have his own little daughter with you.

Surprisingly, Ellen hugged your shoulders and kissed your head. "I'm so happy" She squeaked. "A little girl. I always wanted a little girl and I only got a house full of boys"

You all laughed. "Show them, Quinny" You told him.

He picked his phone and played the video. It was the baby moving in your belly with the heartbeat sounding on the background.

Quinn and you knew the video by heart. You had played it so many times already. Still, it made you feel many many things.

"But hey, do you have a belly?" Jack asked.

"That's rude" Luke muttered.

"It's fine. I do. It's growing so fast"

You got up and took the hoodie off. Its only purpose was to hide it, but know that you knew they were okay with it, you had no problem.

"Oh" Ellen took your hand. "You look so beautiful. And... It's so big already"

"You can touch. She moves a lot"

Ellen laid her hand on your belly and her eyes grew a lot. "Oh... Hi sweetheart. It's grandma."

"Hey, can I?" Jack asked.

You nodded and he also laid his hand on the bump. Quinn was observing with the biggest smile. He was so in love with you.

Luke was watching from his spot. He didn't know how to feel. And minutes later, when Quinn got up from the sofa, he swallowed hard.

"Look at this" Quinn was happy, he loved that baby a lot already. He didn't know it was possible.

Luke picked the black and white photo and looked at it. His brother Quinn was having a kid and he was barely a kid. When had this happened?

"Okay"

Quinn frowned.

"Okay?"

"Yeah, okay. What do you want me to say?"

"I don't know. Congratulations?"

"Congratulations, Quinn. I'm happy for you" Luke said in a dry tone.

Quinn was a bit taken aback.

"Are you not happy?"

"I just told you I am"

"You don't sound so excited"

"Well, it's just a baby. I can barely see it in this photo"

"See her. You are having a niece"

The two siblings were getting frustrated. Only you noticed. Somehow, you always found yourself with an eye on Quinn. You had been friends, then exclusive fuck buddies. But it was now when you could barely stop thinking of him. And when he was around, you only wanted to be by his side. He made you smile and laugh like no one. And now you were worried. But you didn't move.

"Luke, this is important for me"

"I know. Good for you"

"Luke..."

"I'll be upstairs. I need to... make a call or something" And the youngest disappeared under everyone's eyes.

Quinn sighed defeated. He was hurt. He wanted his youngest sibling to be happy.

.

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After that night, things weren't better. The next day, Luke barely spoke to you or Quinn, but you both could forget about it with Jack.

"I can be a really good Godfather, you know?"

"Sure, Jack. We will pass you a test and see if you are qualified for the job" You said with a smile.

"Idiot" Quinn said laughing at his brother. "I'll never trust you my baby, not until she can take care of you"

"You both are really mean"

Quinn chuckled and got up, pressing a kiss on your head.

"Cute" Jack said moving his eyebrows at you. It made you look away.

Quinn tried to ignore it as he walked away.

"Really, you guys are cute"

"Stop"

"He always talked about you"

You looked at Jack.

"I don't see why"

"Well, because he adores you. It's not new. Definitely not because of the baby"

You touched your belly.

"I think she helped. But at first, you were Elias' friend, then YN, then..."

"Jack" You warned embarrassed.

"Then he wrote us, Luke and I, a text saying he was... seeing you"

"I-I know that"

"Yeah, but he also told us he has never been so comfortable around someone"

You bit your lip and looked at your hand. You played with the ring Quinn had gotten you for Mother's day. I know it's still soon, but I saw it and thought of you and... I had to get it. Only you two and a couple of friends knew. Not even his family. Your bump wasn't even that big. You still fit in our clothes by then.

"He adores you" Jack said and smiled.

"He was one of my best friends before this happened"

"And now?"

You sighed.

"It's difficult to define now because everything is the same but still different."

"He said the same"

"Did he?"

Jack nodded.

"He is still one of my best friends but now we have this bond for life and..."

"You are in love" Jack chucked and took a sip from his lemonade.

"We are n-, he is not..."

"Oh, so you are"

"You are horrible Jack"

"You guys are in love"

You rolled your eyes. "I don't like you"

He smiled so big.

"You do... I'm the coolest brother in law"

"You are not my..."

"Oh, am I not?"

Quinn hit the back of Jack's head. "Don't bother my girls"

It was the first time Quinn said something like that. It came so naturally, he didn't even notice. He had you at home around his family, sitting on your swimsuit and enjoying the warm sun next to the lake, joking with his brother, carrying his child... You were his girl. He truly didn't notice he had said that. But you and Jack did. He wiggled his brows at you and you wanted to run and hide in a bush or something.

His girls, baby. We are his girls.

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.

"The heat is exhausting when you are carrying a baby, Quintin" You said laying on the bed. "Plus, the belly is already making it hard to lay like this" You said caressing the sides. "I think she is sleeping, she gave me a hard day"

You haven't noticed how quiet he was. Laying on the inflatable mattress, he was looking at the ceiling. You had both agreed to sleep like this. Even back in Vancouver, you slept in separate beds to not make things weird.

"Quinn?"

"Mhm" He turned his face to you. He looked tired. Last night, he barely slept.

"Are you okay?" You softly asked while sitting up.

"Yeah, why?"

You knew him so well.

"Quinn..." You pouted. "Please"

"Don't worry, YN." He didn't want you to be thinking about his problems with his brother. You were pregnant and needed to be relaxed.

"Quinn. I'm not letting you sleep until you tell me"

He smiled a bit. He loved you so much.

"Are you not?"

"It's a promise" You smiled too and patted your (his) bed. "Come here, bud"

"Don't call the father of your daughter bud, YN" He said walking in your direction. Quinn sat on the bed, thinking that all you want was to sleep, but you laid back against the pillow and pulled his shirt. "YN, what..."

"Shh..." You just wanted to feel him close.

Quinn let you guide him until his head was on your chest. Quinn let his body loose around you, his leg found a place between yours and his arm protectively held you. Your hand on his hair pulled him close to your neck and he closed his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"I wish I knew" He muttered. The whole situation was so confusing fro him. "I don't know what's going on with Luke"

You kissed his forehead. The baby moved and Quin caressed the spot where he felt her.

"It's a lot, Quinn"

"It's also a lot for Jack and he is excited about it"

"They are different."

You barely knew them personally, but Quinn talked so much about them.

"It hurts. He has only been a dick since we arrived."

You hugged Quinn tight.

"Maybe he needs time"

"I'm trying" Quinn nuzzled his face on your neck and your heart started beating hard. "Can I sleep here?"

"You are sleeping here, bud"

He smiled and softly kissed your neck.

You loved Quinn, Jack was right. How could you not? He was perfect.

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It took you a while to fall asleep, but you were happy because Quinn was out only a couple of minutes after saying good night.

Jack and I are going to the grocery shop. We'll bring breakfast.

You read the note and smiled a bit. In the mornings, he would let notes for you so the notifications from messages wouldn't wake you up.

You threw one of Quinn's bigger t-shirts over and some comfy shorts before fixing your hair and walking downstairs.

The morning was still fresh and it made you happy, but your smile suddenly disappeared when you found that Luke was the only one around. He was alone outside, sitting in the morning sun watching something on his phone.

You wanted him and Quinn to be fine, to be happy and share this experience. The tension between them was unbearable when they were in the same room and it had everyone worried. Ellen and Jack had already tried to talk to him, but he had just shrugged and said I'm fine. Maybe...

You walked to the table and picked up the folder with the ultrasounds and other things about the baby that you had brought with you and walked outside.

"Good morning" You softly said.

Luke looked up scared. You terrified him but he wouldn't admit it.

"Hey" He cleared his throat. "Um... Sit?"

You nodded with a smile and sat. You caught his eyes checking your belly.

"We haven't talked much" You noted.

He looked down at his hands. He looked embarrassed.

"Yeah..."

"Quinn talks a lot about you. He told me about that game you have soon"

"Mhm. It's pretty important"

"Yeah, he told me. He is going, right?"

He nodded. "I want them all in there." He looked up at you as his words left his mouth. Maybe it had been rude, the others already talked about you as a part of the family. But you were smiling.

"That's amazing. I love how close you are. I'm happy she is going to grow in a family like this" You said caressing your belly.

Luke swallowed. He already knew why you were here. He had just realized.

"But..." You turned more serious. "I see that something is off, Luke. And I feel as if it's my fault. I know that it kind of is because it involves my daughter and I, right?"

Luke felt the worst.

"YN-no"

You moved a bit closer and he tensed.

"Luke, listen... It's okay if you don't think of me as a part of the family, I know the situation is kind of weird. But please... My daughter and Quinn... They are your family" You took a deep breath. "I understand if you need time to process everything. You don't know me, it's fine. We can go slow, there is plenty of time for that. But talk to him. Quinn needs you all. Being a parent like this is really scary. I'm scared all the time. And so is him. He needs support. And he needs you. You are his little brother. He wants you to be a part of this too becuas he loves you so much. You are his best friends, he needs you both"

Luke sighed and moved in the chair. He had a knot on his throat.

"When we started discussing stuff about the baby... Do you wanna know what he told me first?"

"She is playing hockey" It was impossible to not smile a bit. He could imagine Quinn saying it.

You laughed and nodded. "Yes, she is playing hockey. He was like, I'm sure my mum still has our sticks and the skates. Well, maybe not the smaller ones because I remember Luke broke a pair"

"I was the third kid wearing those skates" He defended himself.

"I know, I know. No worries about that." You said patting his knee. "The thing is that he started talking about the first time you skated with him and... He wants that with her. He played with you guys since you started walking, he wants her to do that too. At first it was your parents and him, then Jack and then you. And now..." You stopped and breathed." I cried so much when we talked about this" You told him and he chuckled.

It was a surprise for you both, but Luke grabbed your hand and whispered "It's fine, take your time"

You both stayed in silence for a while.

"Luke"

"Mhm"

"Can you do that for me? Talk to him?"

"I can"

"Thank you"

Again, silence fell. Luke couldn't believe what he was thinking, what he was about to do. Because as you said, he didn't know you.

"Everything is changing so fast" He said.

You looked at him and squeezed his hand so he would continue.

"We were kids. Then Quinn left, then Jack and... I'm going to play in the NHL now and... Quinn will be a father and... It's scary"

"Oh Luke" You caressed his arm with your free hand. "Growing up is a shit. And stuff change so fast. But... You will always have them, you know that, right?"

"I'm going to New Jersey and he will have a baby to take care of back in Vancouver. Things won't be the same."

You took a deep breath. You understood so perfectly what he was feeling.

"I will promise you something, okay?" Luke nodded. "Once the baby is born and we are cool about travelling, I will take Quinn to see you guys as much as possible. Okay? You are not loosing Quinn to us. He... We want you close to our kid."

"You too?"

"You are special, guys. My girl is going to grow close to you. I'm making sure of it. You are the Hughes, honey"

You both chuckled. "Okay." He said with a smile.

"Everything will be okay"

"It will" He said.

You caressed his cheek and he turned a soft shade of pink. "Do you want to meet your niece?"

"That would be nice"

You lifted your shirt and showed him the belly. "Her feet are right there and she moves so much. So if you put you hand right here you can feel her"

He cautiously laid his hand on your belly.

"Honey, say hi to Uncle Luke" You said.

Soon, the baby moved and he looked at the bump with big eyes. "Oh"

You laughed at his face.

"That's so weird, YN" He said. "It feels... Strange"

Your laugh was making her move more.

"Isn't it... Oof... How does it feel?" He asked without moving his hand.

"So fucking strange, Lukey" You said.

"And... Does she weight?"

"Yeah. It's starting to get difficult to do some things."

The baby was still moving and Luke couldn't concentrate because he had never felt a baby bump.

"My goodness... She never stops, does she?"

"Nop. And she is getting stronger"

"You have a person you don't know growing in you. Aren't you freaked out?"

You laughed hard.

"Oh Luke! I know her. She is my baby"

"Man..." Quinn felt Jack's hand on his shoulder. They had arrived five minutes ago, just on time to watch Luke laying his hand on your bump. You were laughing together now, Luke looked freaked out and you looked like you were having the time of your life. Quinn wanted to cry. Literally.

"She is amazing" Jack whispered. He was also emotional. Everything was emotional about the situation. You, the baby, their younger bother.

"I love her, Jack. I love her so much."

"I know, Quinny."

"I need to do something"

"She loves you too. She told me"

Quinn looked at Jack.

"She did, man. Plus... It's obvious. Mum told me too"

"I don't know what to do"

"Whatever feels right, I suppose"

"Is that..." Jim asked.

They had also arrived right after the guys.

"Oh" Ellen covered her mouth. "Quinn..."

"I know mum"

"Keep her"

"She is already pregnant, mum"

"Jack" The three of them groaned.

"Sorry."

"I'm going out"

Luke and you looked up when you heard the door opening. With his hands on his pockets, Quinn was looking at you with glassy eyes.

"Hi..." He softly said.

"Hi, Quinny" You said with your cute smile and then looked at Luke.

Luke swallowed hard, his eyes were on Quinn. You cupped his face with one hand and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. All the other Hughes thought the same. She has superpowers.

"Everything will be alright" You whispered and he nodded. "Go"

The youngest got up and Quinn walked closer.

"Hey"

"S-she is nice. I mean. They are" He chuckled.

"Come here, moosey."

They hugged and you smiled from your place, both hands in your belly now. You were proud of yourself. The last thing you wanted was the family having problems because of you.

"I'm sorry" Luke whispered.

"It's fine. I love you"

"I love you too"

You had to dry a tear.

When they pulled apart, Quinn walked to you and towered over your body, hugging you from your back. With his arms wrapped around you, he kissed your cheek so many times.

"You are incredible" I love you.

Breakfast was different that day. Everyone was laughing and joking, Ellen was telling you a thousand stories about the guys growing up and you felt a part of the family already.

The guys decided to go out on the boat in the afternoon, but for security, you stayed back with Ellen. Halfway through the afternoon, she called your name.

"I found this" She squeaked in happiness. You got up from the sofa. "It's hockey gear"

You smiled and helped her opening the car. "Oh my god, This I so cute..."

"That's one of the first we got."

The box was full of mini hockey jerseys a couple of sticks and a pair of skates.

"You won't need to buy anything for at least 10 or 12 years"

You both laughed.

"It can stay here if you want, i can't imagine how messy things are in Vancouver"

"That would be nice. We-we still don't know where we are going to live or... How... So..."

Ellen looked at you and sighed.

"Quinn is a good guy. You already know that but... He won't let you down, YN"

You nodded and smiled.

"I know. That's why I'm doing this." You said. "If it wasn't with him... I know that he is going to be here for us"

Ellen grabbed your hand. "You have all of us"

"Thank you, Ellen. You are so nice. I know you don't know me and everything but still you opened your house for me and..."

"Hey, you are a part of the family now. I don't care if my son and you are a couple or not. You are my little girl's mum"

You hugged her. "She is happy" You said looking down at the bump.

When the guys arrived, they had this big fuss around their old gears, the three of them talking like coffeinated kids around the table. Then the dinner arrived and as always you stayed by Quinn's side. At some point you received a call from someone wanting to check on you and the baby, so the Hughes watched you walk away to the desk.

"I have told her she can leave everything here, until you guys settle. Those jerseys and the skates won't suit the baby for a few years"

Quinn looked at his mum.

"Yeah, that's nice. We've been looking for a place"

"Hey, you guys also need to tell us what a baby needs. Luke and I want to buy a gift to her" Jack said smiling.

"Not a devils jersey" Quinn jokingly said.

"You know that the kid will have one" Jack pointed at him. "Who will she cheer when her uncles are playing? The knights?! No Q. That little girl is having her own Hughes jersey"

Quinn shook his head. "Only because it's you guys"

"Quinn"

He looked up to see Luke standing by the doorframe. The folder with the ultrasounds and everything had been sitting in the living room since you arrived and the youngest liked to look at it when no one was watching. He always got this funny feeling on his chest. He had gathered only know the confidence to ask.

Quinn frowned a bit when he saw the ultrasound on Luke's hand.

"What are you doing with that?"

Luke blushed deeply and chocked a bit on his words.

"Can I keep one?"

The four Hughes around the table looked at him with smiles. Since your talk with him, Luke was a softie.

"Of course you can, Moosey" Quinn said smiling.

But there was something bothering him. His family loved you and the baby. They were obsessed with you both, they keep saying that about you being a part of the family, they were excited and all. It was incredible, yes. But it was overwhelming because he kept dreaming. At some points, he forgot what you were. Co-parents. It was overwhelming because he needed more. Much more. He wanted you to be the sister and daughter in love. The daughter his mom didn't have. He wanted to be back at home with his girlfriend and daughter. Not with hid daughter and her mum.

"I-I will go and check YN. She sat on the edge and I'm sure she won't be able to get up" He said trying to hide the suffocating feelings on his mind.

"Just imagine growing a baby inside of you" Jack started the conversation, Luke following close and starting a very deep discussion about how weird it must be.

Quinn walked down the deck and took deep breath.

"Quinny" You had finished the call and were making grabby hands at him.

He chuckled and shook his head.

"None of that. Be responsible of your actions"

You gasped dramatically.

"You wouldn't do that"

He ruffled your hair and sat next to you. You smiled and hugged his arm.

"Is everything okay back home?“

"All good. They were just checking on the baby."

You looked really pretty that night. The sun had bathed your skin and made it look beautiful. Your days by the lake and the pregnancy were working wonders on you.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You said with a giddy smile.

"It's... Luke wants to keep an ultrasound"

You smiled so big.

"You said yes, right? I didn't gave him a talk for you to say no"

Quinn chuckled and grabbed your hand. "I said yes"

There was something different on his eyes, something soft.

"Thank you for the talk you gave him, by the way. I don't know what you said but... Thank you"

"It's a secret between Lukey, Ellie and I"

"Ellie?" His eyes opened like plates.

"Your mum is an angel, she definitely will be named after her"

The name was on the list. You remember Quinn's shy smile and pink cheeks when he said it's my mum's name.

Quinn took a deep breath. Then another. And then another.

"I'm in love with you, YN." He started. "I-I just love you so fucking much it hurts and I can't keep doing this. I can't keep having you around, being so nice and loving with my family knowing that you are not mine. I want more. It's not enough to be daughter's father."

You only reaction was to pull him to your lips. The kiss was deep and slow, showing all the emotions you had been swallowing this months. It was so fucking difficult to be around him when you knew how his mouth tasted and how his hands felt and do nothing more than a hug and a kiss on the cheek. It was so fucking difficult to have him around the whole time, loving you and your growing baby and not being able to give what you had a name.

"I have been yours for a long time, Quinn" You whispered on his lips. "A-and I love you so fucking much too."

He kissed you again, wrapping his arm around your neck and pulling you closer.

"You are great" He whispered. "And I'm so happy to be living this with you. And one day I will marry you."

You giggled on his lips and pecked them softly. You looked into his eyes and brushed his hair out of his face.

"You better do"

He laughed and gave you another kiss. He had missed them so much. The decision of stopping your physical relationship after finding out about Ellie had probably been the worst.

"Are you my girl?"

You nodded. "That's what you said"

He rolled his eyes and stole one last kiss from your lips before hugging you to his side and kissing your temple. "I love you so much"

"I love you too, Quinny. You are the best I could ask for"

Quinn took his hand to your bump. "Is she asleep?"

"Nop"

"Hey, cutie. Dad here. I can't wait for you to arrive..." He took a deep breath. "Actually, everyone is waiting, you have a lot of expectations. And... Your mum is amazing so she made everyone love you..."

.

.

.

"Ellie?"

"Like grandma Ellen" You said with a big smile. The Hughes were sitting around you. All but Luke who was running late.

Ellen was hugging Ellie, who was born strong and healthy only 20 hours ago after a long day. Jack was peaking over his mum's shoulder with the biggest heart eyes possible and Jim was by the window with Quinn.

Quinn had been shaking since your water broke. He simply couldn't make it stop. He was a dad, you were a mum and tomorrow he would take you and your daughter to the house you had found together. Your house, where you lived as a happy couple and where your daughter would live her first moments. He had teared up a bit when his mum had hugged him, then when Jack had shaken him on his arm and lastly when his dad had whispered how proud he was.

"She has the cutest nose" Jack said. He was vibrating in excitement.

"Who does she remind you to?" You asked with a big smile because it was one of the first things Quinn and you had talked about.

"Um-"

"oof, I'm sorry. Everyone decided to take the car out today" Luke broke into the room and scared you all. "Sorry for being late. Hi YN, congratulations. This is for you" He passed you a bouquet of flowers and kissed your cheek. "And... Quinny, congratulations to you too." Luke hugged Quinn and then took a deep breath. "What a day"

You were all looking at him, mouths agape and big eyes watching him talking more than he had in his whole life. The reason? He was nervous as hell.

"Thank you, Luke" You said with a smile and a low laugh.

"Luke?" Ellen asked. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, mum. Perfect. Why?" He wasn't. He was sweating. "All good"

"Luke, buddy. Breathe" Quinn was trying to not laugh.

"I am breathing why do you..." He stopped when his eyes fell on the bundle Ellen had in her arms. "A baby"

You all started laughing, making him blush deeply.

"Yeah Lukey, that's why we are all here. We got a baby last night" You said drying your tears.

"You have to be kidding" Jack couldn't even breathe. He had to sit on the bed next to you because of how much he was laughing.

"You are all cruel"

Quinn pushed Luke softly. "Go and meet Ellie"

"Ellie? Like mum?"

Quinn nodded and walked Luke to the baby.

"She is small" He whispered.

"Do you want to pick her?"

"I already did" Jack said. "Best feeling ever. She is small and warm and cuddly."

Luke looked around nervously. "What if I drop her?"

"Sit with YN" Quinn told him.

The not-youngest-Hughes-anymore sat next to you and you kissed his cheek. Then Quinn passed Ellie to him and told him how he had to do it. Luke's cheeks warmed and a shy smile appeared on his face. Then Quinn moved the blanket and a loud gasp left the boy's lips. "She looks like me"

And again, you all laughed because baby Ellie was a carbon copy of uncle Luke.

Part 2. Related blurb: Quinn reasures you when you get jealous.

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Hotch speaks with a softness you could spin into silk. "That's okay, sweetheart. You fill this one out for me next." 

You peer through the small gap in the door. Hotch is sitting behind his desk with a case file open in front of him, though you assume any photographs are sequestered away, because in his lap sits a small girl, a toddler with dark, neat hair and a matching frown. 

"This one next," she says, picking up her crayon. 

"That one next. Good job, I'll be finished in no time with you helping me." 

"And we can have… uhm…" 

"Rusks?" 

"Yes, please." 

Hotch leans down to kiss his daughter's small head gently. "You're so polite. How about we leave all this grown up work and get you a rusk now?"

She turns on his leg to slouch into his stomach. Hotch picks her up, the sleeves of his shirt tightening at his biceps as he wraps them behind her back and under her butt, pushing the office chair aside with a careful leg. 

He sees you in the doorway and smiles. 

"Hi, Mr. Hotchner," you say. 

"Hi, mommy," he says, directing Jane's little body your way so she can see you where you're standing outside of his home office. "What are you doing?" 

"Just coming to check on you both. And I need help with something." 

You've stopped expecting him to pass you whatever kid it is he's carrying anymore. When Aaron is home, he's home, and he's dearly attached to his young daughter. He'd be attached to Jack if he weren't constantly out in the backyard looking for toads. He kisses your cheek, careful not to squish Jane between you. "What do you need help with?" 

"I can't get the lid off of the pickles and I promised Jack I'd get him the biggest one." 

"Why are our children so hungry?" he asks, putting his hand behind your shoulder as you walk down the stairs together. "Could it be because they both refuse to eat their breakfast, even when mommy says you'll regret it?" 

"Breakfast?" Jane asks, blinking owlishly. 

You smile at her. "No, sweetheart. Let's have rusks and milk, should we? With honey. Dad's gonna make it just the way you like it." 

Jack is back in the house tracking mud footprints over every inch of the kitchen. Only then does Aaron pass you Jane. She's light and easy to hold, she doesn't wriggle or gripe. Despite her resting frown, she's a happy girl who's content to be passed from person to person. "Daddy?" she asks. 

"Two seconds." Jack stands guiltily by the fridge, looking down at his shoes and then up at the ceiling, like looking away will get rid of the mess. "Jack, we've talked about this. You can play in the yard when it's wet if you take your shoes off before you come in."

"Well, I thought my shoes would be more dry," Jack says. 

"You can't leave water everywhere. What if Y/N slipped while she was carrying your sister? Then they'd both be hurt." 

"I guess," Jack says. 

"We're gonna have to mop it up. You can help me, buddy. You remember where we put the mop bucket?" 

You prop Jane on the island by the sink basin. She immediately puts her hand under the faucet, fascinated by the automatic water. "Wow, lots of fuss," you say. 

Aaron helps Jack take off his messy shoes and puts the mop bucket into the basin with a heap of praise for Jane's assistance, such a good helper. He lifts Jack up to squirt cleaner into the water. He's still laughing when he sets him down. 

"Rusks, dad?" Jane asks. 

Aaron almost barrels you over trying to hold her, lifting her back into his arms to kiss her soft cheek. "I am, I promise." He gives you a pleading look. "Honey–" 

"Yeah, okay. I never do the mopping, anyways. Me and Jack will learn together." 

You can hear him drowning Jane in love and sweetness as you and Jack get to work. "It's like this, babe, we push the mop head into the drain so we can soak up all the muddy water, then rinse and repeat." You drop your voice to a whisper, hands slack on the handle. "Don't worry, I'll do all the hard work." 

"Can we still have pickles?" Jack asks. 

"Of course we can. Dad's not mad, he just doesn't like the mess. Quicker we clean up, the sooner we can have a snack. You're not super hungry, are you?" 

"I'm starving." 

You put the mop back in the bucket, looking Jack up and down. He looks like he could use some proper warming after his time outside in the late September cold, pale cheeks rosy and his nose kissed with chill. 

"Aaron? Me and Jack have to pause the mopping, we're hungry." 

"Pretend I believe you and sit down. I'll make you something." 

"We really are hungry, dad." 

Jack takes your hand and pulls you toward the kitchen table. It's an organised chaos, your work things, Aaron's coat, Jack's science project. Underneath it lays a carpet of baby toys and Jane's washables; she plays under the table often to be close to her dad when he's working and you're cooking, or he's cooking and you're reading. 

You put him in a seat next to the highchair where Jane spoons warm rusk-mush into her mouth hurriedly. Aaron has secured a baby pink bib around her neck with a safety pin and filled her little sippy cup with watered down orange juice. She looks as happy as you've ever seen her as she misses her own mouth. 

You fill Aaron's seat as he vacates it to watch her. You and Aaron are good at filling each other's gaps, parenthood akin to the world's most loving game of musical chairs, and you're just as good at being together, you'd say —he squeezes your shoulders as he leans down. "For the record, you know how to mop. I just don't see why you should." 

"That's the right idea," you say happily, laughing as he kisses your cheek. 

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Scare Tactics

18+ Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader

Summary: Surprisingly, Aaron agreed to a darker roleplay this Halloween.

Warnings: Ghostface role play, scene planning and negotiations, taking about safewords and limits, CNC, stalking, stalker phone calls, fake break-ins, handcuffs, oral (male receiving), deep throating, rough sex, degradation, name calling, slight pet/owner kink mentioned, begging, vibrators, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampies, domdrop, aftercare

Word Count: 6100

When he gets in that night, it’s late. Pushing midnight, late. That’s not really a shock to her, he’s always got something going on. Between driving his son everywhere he needs to be, working on the PTA and teaching night classes at the local college, Aaron Hotchner is a busy man. Always has been, and always will be.

She’s in bed, scrolling through things on her phone as she waits for him to arrive. She is just catching up on the newest trends and celebrity gossip when she hears his heavy feet coming up the creaky old steps of their century home. While it is a beautiful place to lay low in the middle of nowhere, the sounds it made— especially at night— were insanely creepy.

The TikTok she’s watching doesn’t help either… she’s been listening to creepy Reddit stories and looking at home footage of spooky happenings. The videos she’s seen the most tonight, however, are ghost face videos. Be it thrust traps or couples going to the store to buy a mask to enhance alone time later that night, she’s seen them all.

There’s one on her screen as Aaron opens their door, she quickly locks her phone and looks at him with a guilty smile.

His old profiler ways clock in on the awkwardness right away, “What were you doing?”

“Nothing,” she presses her lips together and shakes her head, pretending she doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

“Wait… were you watching porn?” He asks. Eyes narrowed in on her, waiting to read her reaction.

She laughs, “no? Oh my god? I mean…. It’s not, but it definitely does something to me.”

He sits on the edge of the bed, “well, now you have to tell me?”

She sighs, thinking how she’s going to explain it to him of all people. “You’re going to think I’m insane.”

“Too late,” he teases.

She shoves him, “Seriously, it’s weird… I don’t even like the movies but—

“Oh, you were looking at thirst traps again?” He’s only recently learned that term.

She can’t help but smile, “Yeah… do you know the scream movies?” He nods. “There’s a trend right now where couples are having sex while the dominant partner has the ghost face mask on.”

“It is like a full role play? Breaking in? Phone calls? Knife play?” He asks as if they’re setting boundaries already, planning a kinky scene is something they’ve done a few times. He likes to know all the limits, the expectations and what turns her on about it before they agree to anything.

“Wait, you’d do it?” She asks, sitting up straighter. “Seriously?”

He nods, “if it’s something that’ll get you off, why not?”

She tosses the blankets back and gets to her knees, he pulls her into his lap and holds her by her hips. She cups his face and presses a quick kiss to his lips, “so you don’t think it’s weird?”

He shakes his head, “Not at all… mask kinks are incredibly common.”

“And if I did want you to pretend to stalk me and break in and overpower me…”

“I’d need some prep time, I’ll have to have a free day the next day and Jack can’t be in the house that night,” he explains his boundaries. “I’ll, of course, give you aftercare right after and when you’re okay, we can switch?”

She pets his hair and nods, “Of course, my love. I’ll take the best care of you after. I appreciate everything you’re willing to do for me.”

“You just have to get the mask and maybe we can talk about the specifics of a script or series of events for the night,” he whispers, brushing his nose against hers. “Maybe you can get something new to wear during it?”

She likes the sound of that, but she just has one question. “Black or red?”

—

He gets a burner phone a week before the scene is set to happen. He doesn’t tell her thats what he’s done but when he’s getting ready to leave for work one night he smirks from the closet and says “if you get a phone call from an unknown number… be sure to answer, okay?”

She knows he has a class tonight, he has Introduction to Legal Skills from 6-8 and then Trial Advocacy from 9-11:30. Jack goes to bed around 10:30, so she knows he’ll call sometime after Jack's in bed. Otherwise, he could hear the conversation and either be scared for life knowing his parents had kinky sex or grow concerned that his stepmom had a real stalker after her. And he’s been traumatized enough for a 17-year-old boy.

Sure enough, her phone rings at 11:45 while she’s in the living room, on her phone with the TV on in the background.

“Hello?” She answers, a fake sense of nervousness in her voice.

“What are you watching, Y/N?” He asks, his voice deeper than usual. Almost scarily deep.

“Excuse me?” She can’t believe he’s really doing this. “Who is this?”

“Have you never watched a scary movie before? You should know asking that is a death wish,” he teases. “But you never answered my question.”

“How do you even know I’m watching TV?” She asks, it’s not like the sound is up. She looks out the window to make sure he’s not out there, completely forgetting that they have security cameras inside and he can access them on his real cellphone.

“You’re on the couch, in a cute little black tank top and shorts… aren’t you cold? It’s October.”

“How do you know that?”

“I know a lot more than you think,” he taunts.

“Then shouldn’t I know something about you too?” She asks, turning it back on him. “Don’t you think that’s fair?”

“Hmm… I suppose it would, but isn’t part of the fun all in the mystery?”

“You must know my husband used to be an FBI agent so—

“Ah yes, agent Hotchner,” he laughs. “Retired, haunted, old man, Aaron Hotchner.”

“He can still kick your ass,” she assures. Both scaring this character and stroking his ego at the same time. “And enjoy doing it.”

“We’ll see about that.” He says before hanging up.

It makes shivers run down her spine and all the hair on her body stands tall. If she didn’t know this was actually him, it would be incredibly terrifying. Yet for some reason, she’s more turned on right now than anything.

When he gets home that night, she’s still in the living room. Waiting for him. He puts his bag down, kicks off his shoes and hangs up his coat before making his way over to her and crashing down onto the couch. He lays his head into her lap and she brushes his hair back, “tough class?”

He nods, “they asked so many questions. It’s literally not even that hard.”

“Awe,” she sympathizes. “Not everyone is as smart as you, handsome.”

“How was your night?” He looks up at her with a smile.

“Good, Jack drove us to get some ice cream tonight and he was actually really good at it this time and then I got a weird phone call…”

“Huh,” he raises his brows quickly. “Weird… do you know who it was?”

“No idea.”

“Well, just keep an eye on it,” he advises. The profiler in him wants to say don’t answer the phone again but the game was too fun. He wanted her to answer again, he wanted to tease her, he wanted to make it as real as possible.

This was going to be a fun week.

—

She gets a call every night that week. The calls last anywhere from a minute to 10, depending on how long she can keep him talking in his sexy deep voice. She switches into a cute little night dress before their next conversation and she sits on the couch facing their security camera with the hem of her nightgown pushed up a bit too high… giving him a show.

“So…” she asks, wishing she had an old corded phone to twirl around her fingers. “What do you look like? Are you cute at least?”

He snickers, “That’s your question today? Really?”

“Yep, I mean if you’re going to stalk me and find me and make me yours, you better be hot,” she teases him.

“I’m… average, I guess?” He struggles to compliment himself.

“I figured you wouldn’t be as handsome as my husband…”

He sighs, “I’m going to make you pay for all these comments.”

She laughs, “okay… I’m sure.”

“Taunting a psychopath is never a good—

“That’s a lie, I know from my husband that sometimes taunting them is what they need. Sometimes they’re such losers that this is all an act, pissing them off makes them slip up and expose themself… so is this all an act? Are you secretly a loser who needs attention? What, did your mommy not love you enough growing up? Or was it daddy beating you that made you this way?”

“You’ve got two days,” he reminds her. “I’m going to get you.”

He hangs up and she smirks, she loves riling him up like this. She knows that once he gets his hands on her, once he has that mask on, she’s in for the ride of her life.

—

Sure enough, the Friday before Halloween, Jack heads out to a party and says he’ll be sleeping over at a friend's house that night. His phone is charged, his costume is on and his ride is about to pull up to their driveway.

“You remember you can call either one of us, at any time of the night, and we will come get you,” she reminds him. “No matter what state you’re in… I understand that drinking is something you’ll probably do tonight, and I won’t tell your dad, but go easy. Have water between beers and don’t drink from a cup you didn’t pour yourself or one you left unattended no matter how much time passed. And if you feel weird, uncomfortable or you just want to come home, you call me.”

“I know, Mom,” he assures her, looking at her with that annoyed teenager look.

“And drugs… please, please be careful. Peer pressure is real, being curious is okay, but don’t do anything intense. Smoking copious amounts of weed before the age of 27 can stop your brain from fully forming and other drugs can literally kill you because you have no idea what they’re mixed with—

“Mom, I’m not going to do drugs tonight,” he cuts her off, looking as serious as his father can.

“Okay,” she lets out a deep breath just as the headlights shine through their stained glass front door. “Give me a hug,” she says, arms open and waiting for him.

He steps into her space and holds her tight, “I love you, be safe.”

“I love you too, I’ll text you when I’m on my way home tomorrow.”

“And before you go to bed too, please? Even if its just a heart emoji, I want to know you’re going to bed, I don’t care what time it comes in,” she stares him down before letting him pull away. “I love you.”

“Okay, okay,” he smiles. “I’ve got it, I’m going now. Have a good night.”

“Oh, I will,” she smirks.

“Gross!” He calls out as he heads out the door, skips down the stairs and heads out to his friend's mom's car. She waves at them, gets a wave from the driver back and then they’re gone.

She locks the door once he’s gone, turns off the lights downstairs and heads up to her room where she changes into the new lingerie she bought at Aaron’s request and she lights a few candles around her room. She grabs the mask from her closet as well as a black silk robe and black boxer briefs and she lays them all on the table in the entryway downstairs with a note that says “Wear me.”

She goes to the kitchen and gets them some snacks for after, a couple water bottles and his bottle of scotch with a glass in case that’s what he wants after. He needs to be able to relax and unwind and know he did a good job and he’s not a bad guy for divulging in this role-play for her. If anything, he’s the best man in the world being able to do this for his wife.

And she waits in her room.

The first call she gets is from Aaron, 10 minutes after his class ends.

“Hey baby,” she answers quickly.

“Are we still on for tonight?” He double-checked, making sure nothing had changed between his leaving for work and now.

“Mhm, I’m waiting for Mr. Ghostface to arrive,” she whispers, voice low and dark. Making sure he knows just how ready she is.

“And you remember the safe word?”

She hums again, “I do, and we can both use it, remember?”

“I will if I need to,” he says and she can hear the smile on his face. “Did Jack leave okay?”

“Yeah, about an hour ago,” she assures. “We’re all good to go unless he calls and needs to come home.”

“I’m sure he won’t,” Aaron’s positive. “Can you do me a favour?”

“Sure?”

“You put my mask downstairs?”

“I did,” she smirks. “And an outfit…”

“Oh, okay,” he sounds so excited. “Can you put my handcuffs down there too?”

“Are they in the safe?” She double-checks, cause the last time she saw them they were in his bedside drawer…

“They are…”

She gets up from the bed, goes into their closet and presses her thumb to the sensor, he could probably hear the lock click as the door swings open. He has 2 guns and his cuffs right there, sitting on top of their important documents and her most expensive jewelry.

“I’ll leave them downstairs for you,” she says as she takes them out and shuts the safe once more. “Anything else you want?”

“Just you,” he teases.

“okay well, I’ve got another phone call I’m expecting, so I should let you go,” she says while heading back down the stairs.

“Can we just pause for a sec?” He asks.

“Mhm, what’s up?”

“So you still want me to pretend to break in? We’re still doing everything we talked about?” He asks again, obviously nervous.

“Hey, we don’t have to do any of it if you’ve changed your mind?” She assures. “I mean it, we can just do something vanilla tonight, we don’t have to do a scene.”

“I want to make you happy—

“I won’t have fun if you don’t,” she resets the boundaries. “You tell me what you want to do and that’s what we’ll do.”

“I’m going to call you from outside, I’m going to make my way in and I’m going to sneak up the stairs and find you in the bedroom where I’m going to restrain you by cuffing you to the bedpost and have my way with you,” he lays out the series of events. “We’ll have sex, I’ll free you, I’ll take care of you until you calm down and then I would like some cuddles.”

“I have water and snacks in here waiting for us to be done, would you like a bath after?” She asks.

“Yeah, that would be nice,” he says and she can hear him smile again. “Okay, good. Good, we’re ready to go.”

“I love you,” she whispers. “I’m so excited to try this.”

“I love you more,” he reminds her and then he’s off. They say their final goodbye and she heads back upstairs to her room to await her hell prince.

—

She sees his headlights as he pulls into the driveway but she doesn’t hear his door shut, they just go out. That’s when her phone rings again.

“You again,” she teases right away. “Let me guess you know I’m home alone and you just wanna ‘talk’?”

“I just wanted to hear your pretty voice one last time,” he says with his deepest voice, it’s almost a growl.

Chills run down her spine once more. He’s way too good at this.

“What?” She asks, fear on her tongue.

“I’m going to miss you when you’re gone.”

“I’m not going anywhere?”

“You’re right… I’m coming to you.”

The line clicks and all she’s left with is the sound of her heartbeat in her ears… and her panties. Well, lack thereof. This set didn’t really leave much to the imagination. It was perfect to tear off. Easy to cut if need be. And currently, soaked.

Her ears feel like they’re on fire as she tries her hardest to listen to what’s going on downstairs. Either he’s being extra quiet or he’s not in the house yet. But he will be. He’ll change and he’ll climb the stairs and push her door open and take her. And she’ll take him. She’ll take him so good he’ll want to wear this fucking mask all the goddamn time.

And then the stairs of their century home creak, one by one as he climbs them ever so slowly. Slower than ever before. They creek and pop, they whine and echo down the hall towards her bedroom. There are only two times that these stairs sounding this awful are so helpful and it’s during role-plays like this and when their teenager sneaks out at night.

He makes his way down the hallway, towards the bedroom door and he looks through the crack. Mask on, that classic screaming, white face shines through the dark. He pushes the door open, making it squeal on rusty hinges. They really need to fix those.

“Aaron?” She calls out.

“Think again,” he teases, voice muffled behind the mask but still deep.

She scoots up the bed, drawing her knees in closer to her body as she cowers away. Checking him out in the meantime. The way he’s hard in his boxers, how his robe opens to show off his cute tummy and salt and pepper treasure trail… he’s delicious and all hers.

He creeps forward, “Don’t you know the rules to survival in a horror movie?” She shakes her head in fear. “Rule number one, sex equals death.”

“I wasn’t—

“But you were ready for it,” he points at her with his free hand and she notices how he’s gripping his cuffs with the other. He starts to twirl the cuff around his finger while chuckling deep from within. “What a shame he leaves a sexy thing like you home all by yourself most nights…”

“He’ll be home any—

“No, he won’t,” he taunts, and she can hear the smirk on his face. “I’ll be long finished with you by the time he comes back.”

He pounced on the bed, struggled with her to get a cuff on her one wrist and bring them both up to the headboard so he could loop the cuffs around the bars and trap her there. “You’re mine.”

“Please don’t do this,” she begs, trying her hardest to stay in character.

“Boo hoo,” he says, really not giving a shit what she wants or doesn’t. He straddles her waist and walks on his knees until his junk is right there near her face. “You’re going to take what I give you.”

She can’t help sticking her tongue out, wetting the fabric of his boxers as he presses his bulge against her face. Mouth watering, she can smell him under the fragrance of their detergent on his boxers. “Cock drunk already? You’re such a good little slut, no wonder that old man loves you.”

She whines, “Please Mr. Ghostface…”

“Say it,” he growls.

“Let me suck your cock, please? I need it,” she begs this time, watching him pull his boxers down just enough to expose his cock.

It stands tall, he grips himself by the base and taps it against her tongue a few times and she moans before licking at the head and taking him into her mouth. She drags her tongue along the pulsating vein on the underside of his perfect cock. He’s uncut and thick and her mouth is watering by the time she takes him between her lips. She relaxes her jaw, avoids her teeth, and uses her tongue around the head… all things he’s asked her to do for him in the past. This is the only cock she’s sucked and actually enjoyed doing it in her whole life.

The man above her grips her hair tighter and groans, “sweet christ… such a good little slut for me, taking my cock like a fucking champ.”

She hums around him, so content already but the praise mixed with the degrading words… fuck, was it ever good? She gains more confidence, sucking this man's cock like her life depends on it. Wet and sloppy, she gets drool all over her chin and it drips down her neck to pool at the pillows but she doesn’t give a fuck. She takes him deeper, letting the man fuck her throat, breathing through her nose with her eyes shut, she gags slightly but it’s bearable, she likes it… Mr. Ghostface really likes it, too, if his moans behind the mask are any indication.

He drags his hand from her hair, down the side of her face and he cups her cheek as he pulls out, hearing her whine. “If I’m going to fuck you, I’m gonna need this back,” he teases.

She whines again, “but, but?” Her voice horse and her breathing heavy.

“But nothing, you’re going to sit there and you’re going to take it like a good little whore I know you are,” he taunts.

Getting off her and the bed, he lets his boxers go and he tosses off the stupid little robe he was wearing to complete the fit. Now naked except for his mask, he pulls her beside drawer open and pulls out her vibrator and the pocket knife she keeps there for… reasons like the time she couldn’t get the knots undone when she restrained him once.

He tosses the vibe on the bed and flips the blade out of the pocket knife. She squirms, “What are you going to do with that?”

“Cut these new panties off you… never saw these in the drawer the last time I was in here,” he says, building the story more.

“You’ve…you’ve been in my home before?”

He nods, “many times.”

“You’re a sick fuck,” she spits at him.

“Mhm and you’re going to love it,” he says as he climbs back between her legs.

He drags the tip of the blade from her stomach to her hip, down her thigh and back up. “Look at the way you quiver for me, how eager you are to spread your legs… don’t tell me your FBI boyfriend taught you to just give it up like this?”

“Husband,” she corrects him.

“Boring,” he taunts. “Husbands are useless, you get boring sex and boring conversations and then they die.”

He slips the blade under the elastic on her hip and starts to cut it off. Slowly, she feels the fabric snap apart and exposes her to him. He grips the hem on her other hip and pulls her panties off the one leg he didn’t destroy. He flings them off and tosses the knife onto her bedside table but he tosses it too hard and it slides all the way off, behind the table and almost takes the lamp out with it. “Oops,” he laughs from deep within.

He takes the vibrator back in his hand and turns it on, “I can’t eat you out without showing you my face, so I guess I’m going to have to make you cum a few times with this…”

“Fuck,” she whines, legs spread as she arches closer to the sound of the buzzing.

On the lowest setting, he drags the head of the vibe over her inner thigh and over her hip bone. Up her stomach and then onto her hardened nipple. She whines again, “please? Please Mr. Ghostface?”

He hums, “Be patient, slut.”

He runs it over her other nipple, watching as she tosses her head back and bites her lip, hard. She tugs at the cuffs, making them click against the metal bed poles as she soots down the bed, trying to get closer to him, begging for some friction where she needs it most.

He slowly brings the vibe back down her body and presses it to her clit a bit roughly, he presses the button to speed it up, putting it on the second speed and hearing her yelp. “oh my god?” She grinds against it, “holy fuck.”

“Don’t be afraid to make some noise, we’re all alone here tonight,” he assures. “And if we’re not… if your husband walks in on us I want him to hear how much of a slut you’ve been for me. Let him know what you want can’t be achieved by him.”

She moans again, it’s oddly hot pretending to cheat on him… he leans in closer to her, holding the vibe to her clit as he hovers over her. She leans forward, wanting to kiss him even though he’s in a mask, she whines, “Need you,” she whispers. “Please?”

“Cum for me first,” he says, shaking his head. “I want you soaked and trembling when I slip into you. And if you’re good, maybe I’ll un-cuff you for it.”

“Oh god,” she arches her hips again, pressing herself against the vibrator even more, “Oh please?”

“Close already?” He teases, pressing the button again so it can go as fast as possible. “Go on whore, you can do it. Cum for me.”

Her thighs are absolutely trembling as she gets closer. With her eyes tightly shut and her jaw dropped, she lets out breathy moans and rides the head of the vibrator. He’s so close to her, pressed to her side with his hard cock resting on her hip, “you’re doing so good, baby, come on, it’s right there,” he praises her, letting his character slip a bit.

She accidentally says his name as the dam breaks, she cums with a quake, “Oh my god, oh fuck,” she whines as he keeps holding the vibrator to her clit and she can’t pull away from him.

He snickers, “There she is, I love that noise you make when you cum on this thing.”

“How—

“You keep asking stupid questions,” he cuts her off. “What part of I’ve been stalking you can’t you get through your thick skull?”

“Please, please stop?” She begs. “S’too much.”

He pulls back just for a second, causing her to sigh and then he presses the vibrator right back to her. “You really thought I’d let you stop at just one? When I know you like to cum at least 3 times… that’s why you got this toy, isn’t it? Cause that old man you’re shackled to can’t go more than one round without getting tired.”

“Fuck you,” she spits, whining and grinding against the toy in her overstimulation.

“Oh, you will,” he whispers. “I’m going to get you all pliant and dumb and then I’m going to flip you over and fuck you senseless like the little pet that you are. Maybe I’ll even keep you forever? Get you a cute little collar and a leash and make you mine.”

She moans again, bucking her hips towards the feeling, he knows it takes her a bit longer to get to the second one sometimes. So he keeps talking. “I know just how much you like that, being fucked in doggy. You like being held down, feeling my balls clap against your ass while I fuck you deep and hard. When I push my weight against you… and when I wrap my hand around your throat to draw you in for a kiss.”

She doesn’t give any warning, she just comes right then and it’s clearly a shock to her too. She shakes like mad and not a single coherent sound leaves her mouth. She’s completely wrecked, cock-drunk and ready for more. He turns off the vibrator and lets her relax for just a moment, he runs his hand over her stomach and up to her boobs, cupping it and rubbing his thumb over her nipple, making her twitch again. “Shhh, it’s okay. I’ve got you…”

She just nods, trying to catch her breath, she can’t find any words to say.

“If I un-cuff you, are you going to run away?” He asks, watching her shake her head. “Didn’t think so… not like you could with your jello legs.”

She smiles, full of euphoria, “yeah…”

He heads over to his own nightside table, the key is in a little dish where he puts his watch and ring at night. Although, his ring is downstairs tonight, to add to the ambiance that this is a stranger fucking her and not her husband in a mask.

He’s quick to get her out of the cuffs and he soothes over the ache in her wrists. “You okay?” He asks, his voice soft and low, breaking character slightly.

She nods, “you? It’s not too hot in there?”

“It’s fine,” he nods too. “Ready?”

She lets him roll her over, he gets her on her knees with her ass in the air and pushes her face into the pillow. “It’s time for the ride of your life.”

He taps his cock against her ass cheek, making it jiggle. He loves her curves and her flub and the way she shakes and jiggles and how he has all this skin to hold onto while he fucks her like this. He grips her cheeks, spreading them apart to see how much of her cum has slipped down from one hole to the other, she’s glistening and wet and so, so ready for him to fuck her. He grinds his cock between her folds, using her slick to coat himself and glide back and forth, teasingly, before he sticks it in.

He doesn’t give any warning, he simply rams his cock into her, making her gasp. “Oh, you feel better than I imagined…” He pulls out slightly and slams back inside again and again, not giving her any time adjust to it. “Been obsessed with the idea of fucking this pussy from the moment I first laid eyed on you. Knew you’d take me so well.”

She whines into the pillow, reaching her hand back, he holds it and goes to reach for the other. Holding both her hands, making her hold herself up with her core muscles as he fucked into her. Her tits dangle and shake with the force of his thrusts, she makes the most whorish moans and gasps. When she gets tired, she pushes her face back into the mattress and arches her back even more.

She mumbles into the pillow and he grips her hair, pulling her back, “what?”

“Harder!” She eggs him on.

Chuckling, “Such a good whore…” he teases. He reaches for the vibrator and turns it on. He slips it underneath her and he pushes on her back so that she can grind against it as he fucks her harder. Absolutely ramming into her, she goes feral for it. Making noises he hasn’t ever heard from her before as the bed hits the wall at a jackhammering rhythm.

She grips the sheets like her life depends on it, drooling into the mattress where her face is pressed, she screams as he hits her cervix hard. She’s so close, he can feel it by the way she clenches and sucks in him deeper, the sounds she’s making and the way she trembles. It’s intoxicating. He’s fucking addicted to it. He’s going to need to do this to her more often if she likes it this much…

She feels so good, but it’s everything else that’s got him so close to cumming deep inside of her. His rhythm changes as he gets closer. He ruts against her faster, making her ass shake even more as he chases his high. He’s breathing heavily, at a loss for words, but he knows how much she gets off on his voice. “Right there,” he pants. “Right fucking there, take it. Take it, whore. Oh, fuck, you feel so good. So fucking good for me.”

She says his name again, chanting it this time, “Aar!” She screams as she cums for the 3rd time tonight.

He fucks her through it, right there with her. He can feel her getting wetter than ever before like she’s managed to squirt and that gets him. He starts to cum, feeling it rush through his body as he fills her up. She lets out another moan, feeling him fuck his cum deeper into her a few times before he drops down onto her. She’s strong enough to push herself up and scoot up a bit so she’s not trapped on top of the vibrator and they both sigh. He takes off the mask and throws it to the side, slipping out of her, he lays on her side with his arm slung around her. She turns to the side, crawls over him and cups his face in her hands. She kisses him, hard. His hands roam her back as she swipes her tongue over his bottom lip, silently asking for more.

She’s always been a kisser during sex, it really killed her to not be able to kiss him during that. It was so hot… it was everything she wanted and now it was her turn to thank him. She pushes his sweaty hair back and hums into his mouth, she kisses the side of his lips and then his jaw over to his ear. “That was everything…”

“I did good?” He asks, fucked out and dropping slowly.

“So, so good, baby,” she praises. “I loved every second of it. You’re so good to me, you always do what I ask for. I love you.”

“I love you,” he whispers back, holding her closer with his big hands cradling her back. She kisses his neck once more and goes to sit up but he wants to cuddle just a little longer. “Stay.”

“Okay,” she rests against him, tucking her head into the crook of his neck. “We’ll clean up when you’re ready.”

He runs his fingers up and down her back, she traces a heart over his chest with her nail and smiles. She’s so relaxed, so tired and so, so happy to be with him. “You’re amazing, Aar-bear.”

“You’re… you’re everything,” he says at a loss for words. “I can’t believe how loud you got?”

She laughs, a little embarrassed, “well, we usually have a kid in the house so I can’t get like that… and if we hit his wall like that at night he’d lose his mind.”

Aaron laughs, “Yeah, I’ve gotta check and see if we chipped the paint…”

“When he goes to college we’ll have to put some foam on the back of the headboard,” she teases. “We can fuck like this all the time next year.”

He lets out a sigh, “Yeah… we definitely need to do more role plays.”

“And you can pick them too, you know?” She says, sitting up to look at him. “Anything you want, we’ll do that next.”

“Right now I just want to have a bath with you and then change the sheets and go to sleep,” he says with a smile.

“Okay,” she agrees. She gets up carefully, a little sore and she’s definitely going to be feeling it tomorrow… she takes the vibe off the bed and finally turns it off, throwing it back into her night table to worry about later. There’s a huge wet spot on the bed where it was. “Did I…”

He smirks, “I think you did… it was hot.”

“Wow,” she’s shocked and amazed.

“You go start the bath, I’ll strip the sheets,” he offers. “Put in whatever you want.”

“Do you want a drink?” She asks. “I brought your scotch up, too.”

“You really are the most perfect woman,” he praises with a smile.

She picks up his mask from the floor, it landed pretty close to where her underwear ended up. She gathers all their clothes and tosses them into the dirty laundry, but his mask… his mask goes into the closet where it will stay until they need it again.

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we all have our secrets - jack hughes

summary: sometimes secrets go on just a little too long

word count: 1703

note: don’t mind me, just being extraordinarily late to @callsign-denmark’s birthday bingo.

bingo squares: secret romance + “please stay” + captain’s sister + pining + engagement

Emilie stood awkwardly behind Nico as they walked into the party—she was a reluctant plus one to an engagement party of people she barely knew. Nico, upon her unexpected arrival in New Jersey, had taken it upon himself to make sure she didn’t spend all her time sitting in her room by herself. Emilie appreciated the thought; she just didn’t have much of anything in common with Nico’s teammates and their families aside from the assortment of Swiss teammates he had.

And Jack.

There was also Jack.

Until Emilie saw somebody she knew, she stood by Nico’s side as he did his captainly duties and greeted everybody he knew—if anybody in the room didn’t know who he was, they’d be forgiven for thinking he was the groom-to-be.

She shook hands with the people who introduced themselves, gave polite hugs to the people she’d already met, and blended into the background when Nico stopped to have an actual conversation with someone she only vaguely recognised. Nico would remind her when they got home that he’d like her to make an effort, that he didn’t want to be the only person she knew in the city.

Halfway through her first drink, Emilie’s eyes drifted around the room, drawn to the main doors of the function room, and locked onto Jack as he entered. He was already looking at her. Her smile was instant if not subdued. Despite the tugging she felt in her body, she kept her feet firmly planted so that Nico wouldn’t have any reason to ask questions.

Jack had no issues making his way directly to her, though, under the guise of greeting Nico.

“Come with me to get a drink?” Jack asked Emilie, already guiding her to the open bar with his hand hovering over her lower back.

Neither of them said another word until they were at the bar and well out of earshot of Nico.

Jack leant in close, his voice hot against her ear as he whispered, “Holy shit you’re so hot.”

Emilie kept her attention on the bartender, trying to flag him down, even though she knew her cheeks were flaming red and anybody who saw the colour with Jack pressed so close to her back would be able to guess the sordid things Jack was continuing to whisper.

They tucked themselves away at a low table in a corner once they had a couple of drinks in hand, sitting a respectable distance from each other but still with their heads tilted towards each other to hear each other over the music and loud conversations happening nearby. Under the table, Emilie hooked her foot around Jack’s ankle because her desire to hold his hand couldn’t be satiated.

“I think they’re about to do speeches,” Nico said, catching Emilie’s attention. She tried not to look caught out at how close she was to Jack, but Nico didn’t seem to notice.

He passed a champagne flute to her, Jonas handing one to Jack, and they all stood to listen to the speeches. With everyone else standing in front of them, Jack’s fingers brushed against Emilie’s and let their pinkies link.

Keeping their relationship a secret hadn’t been the intention. Neither of them had specifically voiced out loud that they weren’t going to tell Nico—it had just been a given because when they’d slept together for the first time it was just supposed to be sex and Emilie didn’t exactly like the idea of her brother knowing who she was sleeping with.

As it became more and more like a relationship, it never came up and, three months later, it very much felt like it was getting too long.

Luckily, Nico didn’t ask questions about where Emilie disappeared to when she wasn’t sitting around at home, so she never had to lie to him. She wondered, sometimes, what excuses Jack made when she was over, and Nico asked to hang out. It just felt like tempting fate to ask.

Cuddling up to Jack was so easy, sitting between his legs and watching him play a video game. It wasn’t her favourite pastime by any means—the story of Hitman was fascinating even if the gameplay wasn’t her cup of tea—but it was easy to lean back against his chest and be near him.

“I should think about going,” she said reluctantly as she pulled out her phone and realised it was after eight.

Jack dropped the controller onto the coffee table, his arms wrapping easily around Emilie’s waist, and holding her close. Emilie melted into him, tilting her head when he nudged it, letting him press a kiss to her neck.

“Please stay.”

How could she say no?

The worst part of it all was that Nico and Jack were best friends. It was great having Jack around; it was just hard when he was at the apartment to spend time with Nico and not her. At least not exclusively.

Nico didn’t have any issues with Emilie crashing his hang out time with Jack, whether it was watching television or just listening to music and vibing. She drew the line at watching them play FIFA, though, because there wasn’t even a plot to follow.

If Jack came over for dinner Luke was never far behind, and the four of them ate whatever had been decided on. Emilie was exhausted, truthfully, at the effort it took to not stare at Jack the entire time—he had far fewer qualms about that, though neither Nico nor Luke ever mentioned it—and she longed to be able to hold his hand or just be pressed up against his side.

“Em and I will get the dishes tonight,” Jack said when the table was cleared of food.

Emilie put on a show of being affronted that he’d volunteered her to clean up, but when they were tucked away in the kitchen, away from prying eyes, she let Jack sweep her into a hug and breathed him in.

“I missed you,” she sighed, making sure to keep her voice low. Jack hummed in agreement.

They did actually wash the dishes—loaded the dishwasher, at least—always standing close and always with unsubtle touches that would give them away if either Nico or Luke walked in.

The unspoken secrecy kept going, even as Emilie spent more and more nights at Jack’s. While he hadn’t asked directly, Nico’s line of questioning was getting less subtle. He asked if he should expect her home whenever she left, instead of waiting for her to text him after she’d left, and he started talking about things he’d done with former girlfriends as if he was trying to give her ideas for dates.

His lines of questioning still never had her lie outright, for which she was thankful.

The fact that he and Jack had almost the exact same schedule made it incredibly easy for her to navigate the apartment building without being seen. By Nico, anyway. One of their neighbours absolutely knew what was going on, watching Emilie slink between the apartments at all hours of the day.

“Did you forget to do any washing?” Nico asked, laughing when he saw her on the couch after coming home from a road trip.

“No?” Emilie responded with a furrowed brow.

“That’s a Devils’ hoodie.”

Emilie held out her arms, looking down at the Devils’ logo splashed across her chest—she frowned at it harder and then, out of pure instinct, rushed to cross her arms. When she looked back at Nico, it was clear he’d seen exactly what she had.

“That wasn’t a thirteen, was it?”

Her eyes fell shut, knowing it was a direct question she couldn’t lie to him. Lying by omission had been hard enough.

“No.”

“Jack’s who you’ve been spending all your time with?”

“Yes.”

Nico nodded once, his face impossible to read, and disappeared down the hall to his bedroom. Emilie sighed to herself as she looked back down at the 86 printed onto the hoodie. She didn’t even know when she’d picked it up from Jack’s, much less why she hadn’t realised what it was when she’d pulled it over her head that morning.

She sent a quick text to Jack—‘Nico knows. I’ll call you after I’ve talked to him’—and took a steadying breath before following Nico down the hall and knocking gently on his door frame.

“Yeah?”

Peaking around the corner, Emilie felt her heart in her throat. Nico didn’t make her nervous, typically, but the unchartered territory she was approaching had her uncertain.

He didn’t seem mad, so that was a relief. His face was contorted, though, confusion and hurt displayed for the entire world to see.

“I didn’t mean to keep it from you,” Emilie said, entering the room and standing at the end of Nico’s bed. His hands stilled on the clothes in his open suitcase. “It wasn’t even supposed to be anything and then it became something and… I’m in way over my head here.”

“You’re telling me. Did you think I’d be mad? That I tell you I couldn’t? Because he’s my best friend and I can’t think of anybody I’d rather you date—and I think you’d be good for him, too. I just don’t know why you wouldn’t tell me.”

“Can I tell you now?” she asked hopefully. “I’d like to tell you. I really like him.”

Nico’s face shifted into a small smile, the underlying hurt not entirely disappearing, and he told Emilie to sit down while he unpacked.

“Tell me.”

The knock at the apartment door had Emilie running to it because she no longer had to be subdued about Jack’s arrival. She threw her arms around his neck as soon as she saw him, absolutely catching Luke in the head with a stray elbow as she did so, judging by the pained noise he made.

“Love that this is something I have to look forward to, now,” Luke grumbled, pushing past them and their doorway make out session.

Jack smiled against Emilie’s mouth.

They held hands as they walked into the apartment, Emilie’s heart swelling when Jack’s fingers entwined with hers instead of pulling away.

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