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welcome back | luke hughes

summary: when someone insults you at the devil's welcome-back party, luke doesn't take it lightly.

warnings: rude comments about weight, pretty much straight-up bullying, a stranger being a complete dickwad, swearing, making-out

wc: 1.3k+

Luke absolutely adored you. In his eyes, you hung the moon and painted every last star. That’s why he often got distraught and confused when people felt the need to comment about your appearance. Now, it was very clear that you were bigger than the typical girl, but it just made Luke love you that much more. 

The ceiling was littered with glittering lights, and the walls were covered in black and red decor. The annual welcome-back party was in full swing, couples and players alike mingling in every corner of the large room. 

It was quite obvious that the Devil’s organization spared no expense in planning this event. It was grand, to say the least. A highly sought-after DJ stood at his booth in the center of the room, playing any song imaginable. Yet, you were too enamored with the brunette in front of you. 

Luke was dressed in a sleek black suit with a jacket perfectly tailored to cling to the hard muscles on his arms, displaying them with any slight movement. His white dress shirt was slightly unbuttoned as the room got hotter. Luke’s tie had been ditched within the first five minutes of arriving, as he claimed it was “choking him.” You could barely tear your eyes away, even for a moment. However, the feeling was very much mutual. With the dress you had on, Luke was practically drooling all over the table. 

You wore the very dress that could make Luke fall to his knees. The material hugged every curve of your body in the most flattering way. Luke could have sworn he fell in love with you all over again the second you walked out of your apartment. Anyone in the room could see the love swimming in waves around the both of you.

You quietly talked amongst yourselves, at least until Jack and Nico made their way to your table. The conversation quickly changed to the upcoming opener, the boys eager to start the season. Only half-listening, you noticed the food being restocked. You figured Luke was probably starving since the two of you had spent almost all day getting ready. 

You lightly gripped the arm that rested next to you, gaining his attention. “I’m gonna go make us some plates.” You nodded towards the freshly made food. He agreed immediately, solidifying your previous assumption. You stood, placing a gentle kiss on the top of Luke’s head as you made your way to the buffet.

You grabbed two pearly white plates, setting them in front of you as you began to put all of Luke’s favorites onto his plate. You piled as much as the porcelain could handle, then proceeded to fill your own. You balanced the two plates, getting ready to walk away when a male voice sounded from beside you. 

“Two plates, seriously?” You turned towards the rough voice, clearly confused as to what you thought you heard. 

“Excuse me?” You replied, a slight edge to your voice. 

“I mean, c’mon, you obviously don’t need that much food. Sweetheart, I hate to break it to you, but you fill out that dress a bit too much already. It wouldn’t hurt to cut back on the carbs.” 

Shock flooded your body, causing you to freeze. There was absolutely no way a complete stranger just said that to you, let alone to your face. The shock was quickly replaced with anger. You set the plates down, careful not to spill Luke’s food. 

“Apparently, I’m doing just fine if you felt the need to stare at me for that long.” You crossed your arms, biting the side of your mouth in an attempt to control your irritation. 

“It’s kind of hard to miss you. You’re one of the biggest girls in the room.” Your anger dissipated, shame rushing to take its place. You felt your cheeks and ears begin to burn with embarrassment.

Normally, comments like this didn’t bother you, but something about the look in this guy’s eyes made you feel a brand new form of humiliation.

“What the fuck did you just say to my girlfriend?” The sound of a voice you couldn’t be more happy to hear echoed from behind you. Luke came to stand beside you, slightly putting his body in front of yours. 

Luke’s jaw ticked with rage. His eyes were dark, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him this angry. Not even on the ice. The guy’s eyes widened, noticeably in fear and… excitement? 

“Oh my, you’re Luke Hughes! I’ve been trying to find you all night! I wanted to see if you would be interested in coming on my podcast next week?” The stranger's audacity caught you by surprise.

 Luke’s fists tightened, glaringly angry. 

“Are you serious right now?” Luke’s voice was harsh, “You just openly insulted my girlfriend, then you have the audacity to ask me to come on your podcast?” The stranger’s eye drifted to you, then back to Luke.

“She’s your girlfriend? I heard you had one, but never would I have guessed she would look like that.” 

Crack! 

The sound of Luke’s fist colliding with the guy's face was all you could hear. The room went silent, all eyes on Luke’s visibly enraged body towering over the guy clutching his nose on the ground. 

“I swear to God, if you ever come near me or my girlfriend again, you’ll fucking regret it.” Luke grabbed your hand, leading you past your table where he quickly snatched up your belongings. He whispered something to Jack and Nico, to which they responded with understanding nods. He continued to lead you through the large building until you reached the parking garage. 

Luke had yet to say a single word, the tension in the air became suffocating.

He remained silent the rest of the way to the car, helping you into the passenger side. Once he was in the car, he let out a deep sigh, gripping the steering wheel. 

“I’m so sorry, baby” His voice came out barely above a whisper. You looked over, noticing his eyes tightly shut. 

You shook your head, “Sorry for what? Nothing that happened in there was your fault.” He turned his head towards you, opening his deep eyes to meet yours. Conflict fought battles within his orbs, causing you to reach over and cradle his face. “Lukey, listen to me. I’m okay, you’re okay, we’re okay. He was just some jackass that isn’t happy with his life so he felt the need to take it out on me.” 

He furrowed his eyebrows, “I don’t get it. You’re the one who got insulted, yet you’re comforting me. It’s supposed to be the other way around.” You smiled, leaning to place a soft kiss on his nose.

“I’m just used to it, I guess. I have tough skin.” Luke frowned at this. 

“You shouldn’t be used to it, y/n.” He reached to hold your hands in his, “You’re so fucking beautiful, I just don’t understand how anyone could say those things about you. You don’t deserve any of it.” 

Overwhelmed by his statement, you couldn’t do anything but press your lips against his. He kissed back immediately, pulling you as close as the car would allow. The kiss was desperate and needy, expressing every emotion you both were feeling. Your hands gripped at the curls on his neck, causing a low groan to escape his throat. 

You pulled away, leaving both of you with heaving chests as you attempted to catch your breath. “Thank you for defending me, Lukey.” 

“I’ll always defend you, angel.” He looked deeply into your eyes, before leaning back to turn on the car, “But now it’s time to go get as much food as we can stuff down our throats.” You laughed at his antics. 

This boy was gonna be the death of you.

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jack hughes x fictional character

intro | part 1 | part 2 | part 4

part 3 - point of no return

"Jack, buddy." Quinn called out to his brother, who was standing hovering around the sliding door that gave access to the backyard.

"Yeah?" he muttered, absentmindedly.

"Do you need me to go get the binoculars for you?"

"No, I think I can - What?"

"I know you're looking out to see if you can spot Coop and Eddy coming up." the eldest Hughes brother chuckled, joining him by the big glass door.

"I'm not, I'm just looking out into the lake." Jack nearly barked, an annoyed look on his face.

"Yeah, sure. I'm going to take a shower. When you're ready to stop sulking you should join the boys in the game room." Quinn winked, tapping his shoulder lightly.

"Hey!" he called out, waiting until his brother turned around, pointing towards him. "Fuck you."

His older brother grinned widely, walking backwards towards the stairs.

Ava wasn't supposed to be out for so long. The sun was setting. Where were they? What were they doing? Not knowing was driving him insane. Going over the possibilities in his head was like getting stabbed in the chest, which Coop would probably describe as drama queen behavior. Jack couldn't help it. Not when she had been his for so long. Not when he hadn't been taken seriously by her, all over a preconceived idea someone had most likely put in her head. He really wished he knew who had done it, who had made them sound so unreasonable. He had been hers way before he had been anyone else's.

Jack was about to call for a search party when he saw them approaching the deck. Ethan leaned in to whisper something into his best friend's ear and his hands closed into fists when Ava's smile grew and the little bastard winked at her, reaching out to slide the door open.

The two of them were caught off-guard when they were faced with the Devils's player, red-faced and pretending to clean the countertops.

"Jesus, Jack." she laughed, taking her hand to her chest. "You scared the living shit out us."

"Sorry." he muttered, his eyes lingering on his brother's friend's hand, resting on Ava's lower back. "Hey Eddy, I think they called out for another player to kick Duker's ass out there."

Ethan smiled slyly, rubbing her exposed skin softly. "Oh, I'm on it. You coming, beautiful?"

Oh, kid was testing his patience right there. Ava could tell something was making him angry, his nostrils flaring up ever so slightly. His mood wasn't affected by contract renegotiations, there had to be another reason.

"I'll help Rowdy over here and I'll join you in a minute." the brunette smiled.

"I'll take your word for it." he winked again.

What was that? Did he have an eye twitch?

The two friends were finally left alone, much to Jack's relief. He wanted to ask what happened so bad, but he knew he had no right to. It was private, it wasn't his business as her friend. Damn, it wasn't his business at all. Yet, there he was, hanging on her every word as she told him about the walk to their trusty old diving spot, the beautiful colors that were painting the sky, the cold water, waiting for her to give him something, anything.

Her cheeks were red, as was the bridge of her nose, her air in unruly waves, her blue eyes sparkling while she looked up at him. Oh, and those lips. Damn, they looked swollen. Ethan had done that. He was going to be sick and he knew she could tell his demeanor had completely changed the past few days.

"Jack..." she nearly whispered, grabbing his face with both of her hands. "What aren't you telling me?"

That I loved you when you had no front teeth. That I thought the dress you got made fun of for wearing at that one spring formal looked beyond stunning on you. That I didn't think you were gross when you had a runny nose for two weeks straight in the summer you turned ten. That I panicked when your grandparents sold their lake house because I thought we would never spend our vacations together again. That I worship you and your body like I've never worshipped any other deity before. That I haven't stopped thinking about kissing you again since that day in seventh grade.

Yet, he couldn't say it. Not back then because he wasn't worthy of her and she had never taken him seriously. Not now because she had apparently found someone that she liked. She'd immediately chalk up his confession to petty jealousy because he wasn't the only one she was giving her attention to.

"Nothing you should worry about, Coop." the Devils' player sighed, getting ready for her next move.

"You're so annoyingly private, you jackass." Ava protested, squishing his cheeks like she always did to annoy him. "I never know whst you're thinking, how the hell am I supposed to help you?"

"You just need to be there. I can't ask more of you." he replied, almost intelligibly, moving to remove her soft hands from his face. "Go, I'll just get some chips and I'll be right there."

The brunette tried to open her mouth to protest, but he shut her up with a stern look. That was his don't push it look. Her shoulders slumped as she made her way into the living room filled with rowdy young men. Luke and Quinn were nowhere to be found, and neither were Trevor or Cole. Then she spotted Ethan, his smile ever as dreamy as he stared at the screen, a controller in his hands. He had shown interest in her. He had made the first move. He wasn't Jack, no one ever would be, but he was nice and absolutely gorgeous. She couldn't go on feeling the way she felt about her best friend. They weren't in each other's orbit, why hold on to the way her chest ached every time his eyes set on her.

Mark's voice broke her out of her thoughts.

"Hey, loverboy, aren't you supposed to be cuddled up with the honorary Hughes right now?" the boy teased, getting everyone to join in hooting and whistling.

I shouldn't be listening in. But she wanted to. She felt like maybe he could be her out of the endless Jack cycle. He had kissed her promptly, complimented her on everything and told her he would love to go back to "their little spot" soon. It was embarrassing how good that made her feel.

"Alright, alright, you bozos, calm down. It's not like it leaves the lake house." Ethan interrupted them, not giving them a second of his full attention?

"What do you mean?" Dylan asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

"I mean, it's not heading anywhere, so you should stop with the teasing."

What now?

"Why not? You're single, she's single." Mark shrugged. "Plus, I think she might be one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen."

"Oh, yeah, she's gorgeous." Dylan added, smashing a couple of buttons with his fingers.

"I never said she's ugly, dumbasses. She's obviously got a beautiful face."

Oh no. Oh no. I know what comes after that.

"She's just not my type."

Wait.

"Dude, be serious. You've been flirting non-stop and now you guys disappeared for a while all alone." Rutger called him out from the ottoman, munching on gummy worms.

"Yeah and I've been on a slump lately with girls, so a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do." he shrugged simply.

"That's actually insane, bro."

"You guys think we can hang out outside of this property and not get mocked? Especially me?"

"For what, Eddy?" Mark asked, clearly annoyed.

"I'm an athlete. I'm fit. I like to stay fit. I like to look good. And Ava's great, really. She's just... Too big for me."

There it is.

Ava's heart sunk to her stomach, the feeling that her throat was closing up stopping her from speaking. Oh. The big girl. Of course. God forbid he was seen with her in public. It was embarrassing. Just like all the other boys had said before him, she was nice, she was gorgeous, but she wasn't taking care of herself, she didn't live a healthy lifestyle, she couldn't possibly enjoy outdoor activities like them, or exercise for that matter. They liked her, she was so easy to talk to, she had such a nice laugh, yet they wouldn't hear the end of it if they introduced her to their families or friends. Same story, different little tweaks to it.

Several of the guys gave him dirty looks, but he wasn't paying enough attention to care. Beside her, a body came to a halt, stiff as a board.

She didn't need to look up to know who it was. Or what he was about to do.

"Get out." Jack growled, loud enough so everyone could hear him.

All heads were turning towards the entrance, where they both stood, Jack stepping in front of her and hiding her face from their pitiful and remorseful stares.

The color had drained from Ethan's face. He got up and tried to move towards them, towards her, but Jack's cold glare made him stop in his tracks.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I -"

"I said get out." the Devils' player repeated himself, this time louder, more forceful than he had ever sounded.

"Listen, this is between Ava and I, you've got to back off, bro." his little brother's friend daring to meet them by the archway where they stood.

The brunette held her head up, meeting his eyes from behind her human shield of a best friend.

"It's okay, Ethan. You've made yourself clear." Ava managed to say through her teeth, not backing down, even though the amount of eyes on her at that specific moment terrified her. "I just wish you hadn't made me believe it was any different than this. I'm not apologizing for my appearance. My thighs are strong. My arms are toned. I work out every day, and even if I didn't, it still wouldn't be any of your business. You have every right to have a preference. Just don't try to play it as a concern for my health. It sets back years of healing and I'd rather not waste time on it. I'm fat and I'm at peace with it."

"Ava, I'm not a man-" his sentence was interrupted by Jack's fist colliding with his jaw.

"You're right. You're no man."

-

A/N: obviously this is fiction and i'm not implying ethan is fatphobic or an asshole. it's for the plot, dudes.

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hard launch ✧.* jh86

pairings: chubby!fem reader x jack hughes

summary: y/n has a difficult time finding photos for her boyfriend jack to post on his instagram.

warnings: body image issues, body shaming.

a/n: my first chubby!reader story yay! lmk if u like it. love u sm!

"have you found some good pictures from this week to post, babydoll?" jack asks from across your shared bedroom.

"uh", you harshly swallow, "not quite! i'm still looking, love!"

he chuckles and shrugs his shoulders, "okay, but find some good ones soon."

jack finishes putting on his workout clothes and grabs his bag, heading to practice. before he heads out of the bedroom he leaves a quick kiss on the top of your head, "love you so much beautiful."

you respond with a smile, wish him a good practice before he leaves the room, and you hear the front door shut behind him.

you let a sigh of relief escape from your lips because you could finally analyze the photos without feeling jack hovering over you.

fuck, you think to yourself, these photos are awful.

jack wanted you to pick out some photos of you two for him to post on instagram as a hard launch of your relationship. he knows you're not the most confident so he's giving you total control over the pictures he posts.

you flip through dozens of selfies and other photos, picking yourself apart.

my double chin looks so big here.

fuck you can see my tummy rolls.

my thigh looks huge compared to jack's.

my arms are so flabby.

why do i look so fat?

you sit on the side of the bed for what feels like an eternity going through these photos, and not finding a single one you like. you decide to give up for the day and hop in the shower.

finding your towel and placing it in the warmer jack insisted he needed to have, you turn on the shower letting the steam fill the bathroom. turning some quiet music on the speaker, the soft sounds of dayglow fill the air. you relax and let the hot water hit your back and trail down your body.

once you finish your shower and put on some quick makeup, you see your phone has been lighting up with messages from jack.

jacky💌: hey beautiful we are just finishing up over here.

jacky💌: i'm so fucking exhausted...shower with me later?

jacky💌: oh and have you picked any photos yet? it must be hard to narrow it down to just a few because you're so gorgeous.

jacky💌: ok we gotta go get changed. i'll see you so soon sweetheart, love you so much.

you: i just showered, but i'd love to shower with you.

you: and i love you more, drive safe.

typically, you loved it when jack would come home right after practice. but today you wished someone had needed him for a little extra time. you curse under your breath and get back to looking through the same bunch of photos you had been looking at previously.

if jack wasn't a celebrity in the world of hockey and fangirls, you'd have no problem picking out some photos for him to post. but given his large following and status, you need everything to be perfect...but how could everything be perfect if you aren't?

you'd always given yourself a hard time about not looking like other wags, and jack had always met those feelings with pep-talks and pdas. but this was different, people on the internet are mean. you know that, jack knows that, hell even his brothers know that. although people would never come for their appearances, they often get rude comments about plays they might’ve screwed up or a pass they shouldn't have missed. jack and his brothers are the beauty standard: conventionally hot guys with nice bodies, flawless hair, and--duh--they're professional athletes.

jack doesn't completely understand why you give yourself so much shit. he doesn't understand that girls like you get so much hate for not fitting the beauty standard. on your feed you see the most beautiful girls showing off new swimsuits for the summer, happy they've found a suit that fits their curves perfectly. the posts are often met with so much hatred from men and women alike. it makes you scared of what people will say about you being with a man like jack.

you're snapped out of your thoughts when you hear the front door open and bags being thrown in the hallway. you didn't even realize that you'd begun crying from the overthinking. there's hardly any time to clean up your makeup before jack makes it into the bedroom.

"y/n! where are you?"

you let out a quiet "bedroom" in response, before frantically racing to the connected bathroom to try and wipe off some of the smeared mascara. it's no use though, jack's footsteps are already approaching the master bathroom.

"y/n why're you hiding? missed you so much this morning and--"

he pauses when he notices your disheveled state. he stares into your red eyes and you see the heartbreak in his own. he knows why you've been crying.

without exchanging words, jack helps wipe off the black smudges around your eyes. once he gets it off as best as he can, jack pulls you into a tight hug. tighter than usual, now you're certain he knows what's wrong.

"why're you crying angel?" jack asks whilst brushing hair out of your face.

"just couldn't find any good photos...you look so handsome in every single one. and i just look, horrible." you hear jack's breath hitch at the adjective you used to describe yourself.

"y/n, you're fucking kidding right?" he lessens his grip on you and tilts your chin up to him, "you're joking right?"

you scoff and chuckle lightly at him, jack always knows how to get you to smile even if it's only a smirk.

"jack…baby i'm just so scared", you begin, "scared that people will think i'm too big for you. i'm scared they'll say mean things to you about being with me. i'm not the best-looking girl you could've gotten with, you and i both know you could have anyone you want."

jack looks at you puzzled and hurt at your words, how could she say those things about herself? he thought.

"you're the most beautiful girl i've ever laid my eyes on. honestly, i'm the lucky one. lucky you settled for me. you look amazing in every photo from every angle, all lighting, any outfits, anything, and everything! i wish you could see yourself the way i see you, i see no flaws or imperfections. who cares what random dudes have to say in my comments? fuck them, they're just bitter they'll never be as successful as me."

you laugh at his cockiness, thinking that’s how he is going to end his speech but jack has more to say.

"and who cares what teenage girls in my comments have to say either? i'm a grown man who can choose who i want to be with. why would i choose to be with a girl full of hatred? i chose you because your the sweetest, kindest, smartest, gorgeous, most empathetic girl i've ever met. i couldn't imagine being with anyone else but you. you make my worst days feel like the best days. and everyday i spend with you i feel like i'm in heaven. i love you y/n, i just love you."

you're stunned by his words. he usually isn't this verbally affectionate, but you love it. hearing him profess this gave you a boost the confidence he could tell you clearly needed.

you pull jack close again, tucking your head in the crook of his neck. you place a kiss on his shoulder, looking up at your tall boyfriend.

"jack you always know exactly what i need. and you always know what to say. i love you so much jacky, but you need to shower...i'm sorry babe you smell awful."

the two of you share a laugh before he begins to walk towards the shower, flipping the knobs to turn on the water.

jack plants a kiss to your cheek before beginning to undress himself. "y/n, remember you said that you'd shower with me. forget about the photos and just get in here."

you can't argue with him, you did say you'd shower with him. you put two new towels in the warmer before climbing in with him. the feeling of his thin fingers snaking around your waist was enough to make your breath falter. from behind you, jack placed his chin on your shoulder before peppering your backside with soft kisses. he trails from your shoulderblade, to the back of your neck, and down your back. you were in a daze at his touch until he whipped you around to face him.

you take in the looks of your stunning boyfriend. his piecing blue eyes, small beauty marks and freckles that cover his soft skin, a perfect nose, and brown hair that falls wonderfully into place. he was an angel.

you put your hands on his broad chest and look up at him before placing a soft kiss on his lips. you feel him smile into the kiss, letting you know you're doing a good job. pulling away for a moment, you admire his cupid's bow and the two peaks they make on his lips. you smile to yourself and begin to kiss him again.

after finishing up your second shower of the day, you and jack climb into bed together. he thinks the way you wrap your hair up into a towel is adorable, so he begs you to do his hair too. now, both of you sit leaning on the headboard watching a sitcom together with your hair in matching towels.

"y/n can you make some popcorn? i feel like something's missing from this relaxing evening we're having right now."

you scoff at him and roll your eyes, he can be so high maintenance sometimes. you eventually get up from your cozy side of the bed, and give jack a kiss.

once your footsteps are no longer heard, jack sneaks your phone out from under your pillow and unlocks it. he heads to your photo albums and opens up the photos you've added to your favorites. it's littered with photos of you and jack from last weekend on the lake, and many other adventurous weekends. he sends himself every photo, admiring you while he waits for them to complete sending.

he tucks your phone back under the pillow before you can accuse him of doing something mischievous. you hand him his bowl of popcorn and sit back down beside him. he places his arm around you and rubs your arm. he shovels popcorn into his mouth, feeding you a few pieces as well. eventually, jack takes his other arm and massages your thighs. he'll never get over your plush, soft legs.

the rest of the evening is uneventful, but relaxing. jack requests countless bowls of popcorn and you finally pop open a bottle of wine. the two of you cuddle for hours watching television and enjoying each other's company before you fall asleep on his shoulder.

the next morning you wake up to messages from friends and family, telling you to look at jack’s new instagram post.

jackhughes: nothing's better than this. ❤️

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FOOLISH ONE ! — LUKE HUGHES

— “stop checking your mailbox for confessions of love that ain’t never gonna come,”

pairing; slytherin!luke x fem!hufflepuff!reader

genre; angst at beginning, secret baby trope, exes to lovers, blackcat!luke, golden retriever!reader

summary; it’s been a little over a year since luke broke things off with yn to go to umich. she still hopes to hear from him someday, a confession of his love, yet it never happens. luke doesn’t know, however, it’s not just her waiting for him.

author’s note; didn’t reread this so there may be grammar mistakes and typos! lmk if u guys want to see more rowden and lukey content

✸ SLYTHERIN!LUKE MASTERLIST (read first for more context on yn and luke’s relationship)

When Luke broke things off with you to go play hockey in umich, you’d thought he’d at least try to keep in contact.

He did say he was going to visit every year. But that was a total fat lie. Luke Hughes did not visit, he didn’t even bother writing you a message.

You couldn’t be mad. You somewhat understood it from his point of view. He was passionate about hockey, just as he’d always been about Quidditch when the two of you were still teenagers at Hogwarts. Luke Hughes did not owe you anything, he was just your ex.

And also.. maybe.. possibly.. the father of your baby. No, he definitely was. The boy had golden curls just like his father when he was younger.

“Rowden!” You called out, patting your lap to let your baby know where to go.

Rowden Quintin Hughes. You had decided to name Rowden after Jack and Quinn, the two boys who accepted you as their little sister the day their brother started dating you.

Rowden was an exact replica of his father, his cute chubby cheeks and his blonde curls making his appearance ten times cuter than he already was. You loved your baby, and you knew if Luke knew of him, he would to.

But was it selfish for you not to tell Luke? That you found out you were two months pregnant when he left for the airport? Maybe a part of you wanted to keep it a secret, just you and Rowden for a little while.

“Rowdy baby,” you coo, smothering his cheek with kisses that made the baby gurgle happily.

“He’s a happy baby today, isn’t he?” Kielle walks into your living room, carrying a baby of her own.

See, the funny thing was, you and Kielle actually got pregnant around the same time. Of course, Mark was already aware of his son, and always came on his school breaks to visit him and his girlfriend.

You and Kielle decided to move in with each other after finding out you were both becoming mothers, and the rest was history. Tons of morning sickness, mood swings, and late night cravings. For a while, both of your guy’s best friends was Doordash. Mark had always ordered it, making sure his girlfriend and baby were well fed.

Mark knew about Rowden, but you and Kielle begged him to keep it a secret. He was reluctant at first; knowing if he was in Luke’s shoes, he would want to know. But he decided that it wasn’t his choice to make whether or not to tell him, so he kept it a secret from his best friend.

“Theo, say hi to Rowdy, baby!” Kielle says, making her way over to the two of you. “Rowdy’s so quiet isn’t he?”

“Yes,” you nod, “suppose he’s like Luke. Never talks unless he’s supposed to.”

Kielle scrolls through her phone for a bit, breastfeeding Theo while she’s at it. A certain picture makes her wince.

“What’s wrong Kie?” You ask, curious to see what she’s looking at.

She quickly pulls her phone to her chest, shaking her head. “Nothing you have to worry about Y/N. Look, I think Rowdy’s falling asleep.”

It was true. Rowden was snoozing off in your arms, a content smile settled on his face. He was the cutest baby, your baby, you still couldn’t believe it till this day.

“Okay Theo, time to sleep baby.” Kielle carries him to her room, and you’re left alone with a sleeping Rowden. Carefully, you take him into your room, placing him in his crib.

Now it was time for you to have personal time. You decide to spend it scrolling through social media for thirty minutes, looking at what your old classmates were up to. A certain picture catches your vision, and you swore your heart almost drops.

It’s Luke’s post. And on it was of him placing his arm around a girl, captioning it Going Blue with the fave! 💙

You didn’t know how to feel. First, Luke hadn’t spoken to you since the day he took off to Michigan, and now, he’s posing and writing a intimate caption with a girl? Could he break your heart any more?

You didn’t even realize you’re crying until Kielle comes in with tissues, frowning. “I take it you saw the post?”

You only shakily nod, not wanting to speak.

“It’s okay Y/N, he doesn’t deserve you.”

But he does. And you’ll let him have you if he wanted you back. You always will.

When you finally fall asleep, snoring softly with the baby monitor by your side, that’s when Kielle thinks she’s had enough.

There was no way her best friend, Luke motherfucking Hughes, was going to hurt her other best friend like that. She wouldn’t allow it.

“Mark? Cmon pick up,” she says, chewing on her nails nervously.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” Mark’s voice automatically shifts to concern over the phone, seeing his girlfriend’s upset face. “Is there something wrong with Theo? Do I need to fly there baby?”

“No Marky, there’s nothing wrong, well, not with us.”

“Then why’d you call?”

“You seriously need to tell Luke to get his shit together Mark, I’m serious. He’s been making poor Y/N cry so much, it’s not good for her or Rowden. I seriously don’t know what the fuck is going through Luke’s head, especially since he was so inlove with her and now he won’t even text her?”

Mark sighs, watching his girlfriend become pissed off as each minute passes. “The Instagram post, right? Listen, I’m not justifying any of his behavior but the girl, she’s just one of the girls from the sororities who we’re friends with. Nothing more, I promise. In fact, I’m pretty sure Luke is still hungover on Y/N. Wont talk about her.”

Kielle’s anger subsides, but it’s still apparent. “Just a girl from one of the sororities huh?”

“Yes baby, I promise. I wouldn’t lie to you. If anything, I want Y/N and Luke back together. They were so good.”

“They were Marky, they were.”

Mark thinks for a minute, before an idea pops into his head. “Kiel baby,”

“Hm?”

“I have an idea. You know how winter break is in a few days and I’m coming? How about I bring Luke? I’ll just tell him that we’re all catching up. He doesn’t know Y/N lives with you.”

Kielle ponders, then nods slowly. “I just want them back together, Mark. They made each other better and I really can’t stand Y/N being so upset, especially since she has Rowden to take care of now.”

Mark smiles, reassuring her everything will be fine. “How’s Rowdy by the way?”

“He’s good. Not fussy like our Theo. He reminds me of Luke, blonde curls, quiet, and sometimes, he’s all smiley. It’s adorable.”

“Yeah, I just wish Luke was there to see Rowdy when he was first born.”

“Me too.”

The next few days passed by quickly, and you’re reminded that Mark is coming. Kielle is all excited, cleaning and making food the entire day as you watched Theo and Rowden.

The doorbell rings. Once, twice, and another six times because Mark just loves to mess with you two.

“I’ll get it,” you say as Kielle takes off her apron. “You watch the boys.”

When you open the door, you expect to see a smiley Mark, all giddy to see his son again. There he was, all giddy like you had imagined; only this time, a tall figure stands next to him.

A tall, curly haired, all too familiar figure stands right next to Mark. You don’t have to think twice about knowing who it is. It’s Luke Hughes.

“Luke, you’re here..” you say, and the wavering of your voice doesn’t go missed by the boy.

He always remembered tiny details about you due to his ability to memorize and his attentive personality.

“I am,” he says awkwardly, “may we come in?”

“Uh.. yes, of course!”

You don’t know how you’re gonna hide Rowden from Luke. Or, you could just make a run for it now. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to run away from your problems.

“Dude, why didn’t you tell me she was here?!” You hear Luke quietly whisper—which wasn’t really quiet because you had heard everything.

“My bad! I thought it was just Kielle!”

You knew Mark was lying. And you had a stinging feeling that Kielle was in on the lie too.

“Where’s Theo?” Luke’s head scans around the room, smiling brightly when he sees his best friend’s son. “Hi Theo! It’s your uncle Luke.”

He notices Rowden on the floor next to Theo, laying on his back and sucking on his thumb.

Luke raises his eyebrows at this. Blonde, curly hair. Mark was neither of this. If Luke wasn’t going crazy, he would’ve thought it was his son. Was it?

“And who’s this tiny fella?” Luke asks, softly picking Rowden up with as much gentleness as he possibly can. He had a sinking feeling that there was more to the baby than meets the eye.

“Rowden,” you say quietly. The familiar name of his brother makes Luke’s ears perk up.

“Rowden?”

“Rowden Quintin Hughes.”

It’s as if the world had paused. Come to a stop. Luke’s heart freezes for a moment, all the emotions he had kept pushed back into the back of his head came crawling out.

“Rowden Quintin Hughes?” He chokes out.

Mark and Kielle noticed how you and Luke needed to have a serious conversation, so, with a quick pickup of Theo, they both headed to Kielle’s room, shutting the door for privacy.

“I’m sorry,” is all you can say as you try to hold back a sob.

Luke shakes his head, placing Rowden down and opening his arms out for you to lean in.

“Hey hey, none of that okay?” Luke rubs the side of your arm, letting you know he’s there. “You don’t have to apologize to me for anything. I’m the one that should be saying sorry. I was a jerk, ghosting you when I got to Michigan.”

“Yeah,” you say, looking up at him. “You really were.”

“The truth was—I was scared I’d fall inlove with you all over again if I had stayed in contact.” Luke shakily sighs, “I couldn’t stand the thought of not being able to be with you. I was an idiot, for breaking up with you, for everything I’ve done in the past.”

“You were a big idiot,” you say, laughing slightly.

“A very big big idiot,”

Rowden gurgles loudly, holding his tiny hands up in the air, waiting for you to pick him up.

You put your hand in the back of Rowden’s hand to support him as you placed him against your chest. “Hi Rowdy baby, it’s your dad.”

That’s all it took for Luke Hughes to let out a sob of his own, overwhelmed by the confirmation from you.

“Hi buddy,” he says softly, taking Rowden out of your hold. “I’m so sorry your daddy wasn’t here when you were born and for the first year of your life. I’m so so sorry,”

He places kisses against Rowden’s cheeks, eyes closing to cherish the moment with his son.

“So, who was the girl if you don’t mind me asking?”

Luke raises his eyebrows, now full attention on you. “The girl on my Instagram?” He questions.

You only nod.

“She.. she was a friend at one of the sororities. I met her months ago at some frat party. She was really nice, and asked me out.”

Your swore your heart nearly sunk into its chest. “That’s.. great Luke. What did you say?”

“Of course I said no,” he says, placing Rowden down carefully.

“Why?”

“Because I told her I was too inlove with somebody else.”

That’s all you needed to hear before smashing your lips against Luke’s, both of your bodies latched onto each other as it craved each other’s presence.

“I love you too Luke.”

“I know that,” Luke places another kiss to your lips. “And I’ll forever spend the rest of my days making it up to you and Rowden.”

It’s not until two hours later that Mark and Kielle walk out that they see you and Luke curled up next to each other, fast asleep with his arms securely around your shoulder and Rowden by your side.

They silently smile at one another, knowing their plan had finally worked after all.

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too young for this | mark estapa

summary: when one night guarantees forever.

warnings: accidental pregnancy, swearing, angsty themes, smut, p in v, unprotected sex

wc: 3.1k

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One time. That's all it took.

You had never been one to go to parties, but your friends decided that you just needed to go. Having been cooped up for the past week after your complete douchebag of an ex dumped you over text.

What an ass. 

You and Richie had been together for two years. Two fucking years and all it took was a quick swipe of his thumbs to end it. It happened on a random tuesday, you had just left your anatomy lab when you felt your phone ding. You looked down smiling as you saw his familiar name pop up. Your smile fell immediately as tears began to make your vision blurry. Even with slightly impaired sight, you could still make out the three words he amounted to in your relationship.

Rich<3: we are done. 

So it's safe to say you haven't been the jolliest the past week. Maybe a party is what you need to bounce back. Staring at the ceiling of your dorm, you contemplated your options. Ultimately, you decided to give in to the relentless begging of your best friends. Besides, your slutty outfits were practically screaming at you to put them on. Afterall, Richie never showed you off, so you might as well do it yourself. 

Peeling on the familiar top and bottoms, you couldn't help but smirk as you passed your bathroom mirror. For the first time in over a week, you actually felt like yourself. The you before Richie. Overcome with newfound confidence, you quickly sent a text to your groupchat.

You: im ready babes! meet me outside?

Jamie: oooo yesss girl! me and alice are walking out now! 

Lydia: yall wait for me! i'm just touching up my hair. i'll be out in 5

Alice: btw we are so getting you dicked down tn y/n/n

Rolling your eyes at the last text, you grabbed your bag and headed out to meet your friends. Lydia ended up taking longer than 5 minutes, causing you and your friends to have to sprint to catch the last campus bus. Living across campus really sucked sometimes. 

As you searched for empty seats on the bus, you felt your phone vibrate from your bag. 

Mark: hey y/n! alice told me youre coming to the party tonight?

You: hi marky

You: yes i am! im on my way with the girls now

Mark: great

Mark: ill be waiting for you 🫣

Mark had always been one of your closest friends. You two met in your mutual college management class freshman year. Alice sat next to you and the three of you quickly became very close. Richie seemed to have a major problem with Mark early on in your relationship. Of course Mark being Mark, he didn't give a shit what your bitchy boyfriend thought of him. To be honest, Mark never liked Richie. So when you called him in tears that dreary tuesday afternoon, Mark was ready to practically murder him. 

The squealing of the bus breaks snapped you out of your phone. You put your bag over your shoulder, grabbing onto Jamie as she passed you. You and your friends made a short walk from the bus to the house. The music was blaring loudly, as people were spread far and wide around the property. A few different games were scattered about, a group of guys yelling in distress as they were clearly losing their cornhole game. 

You pulled out your phone, sending a text to Mark letting him know you were there. Within seconds, you saw the large boy make his way out onto the front porch. His arms immediately wrapped around you as you ascended the steps. 

“ ‘m so glad you’re here y/n/n” his voice was muffled in your hair. 

You smiled at the feeling of your full body being engulfed by him. Letting you go, Mark’s hand slipped down into your own.

“I am so so sorry girls, but I’m gonna have to take y/n with me.” Your friends giggled amongst themselves, causing you to send a confused look their way. 

“Oh no worries, Mark! I hope you have a fun time!” Alice replied, overly excited. 

Fun time? Deciding not to think much about it, you let yourself be guided by Mark’s muscular frame. Even in just a plain t-shirt his tense, thick muscles never failed to show through. Mark turned his head slightly, looking over his shoulder to check on you. You sent him a quick smile in return. He managed to weave his way through the dense crowd and into the kitchen, where a few of his roommates were. He entered the kitchen, never letting go of your hand.

Luke and Ethan greeted Mark quickly, enthralled by the view of the football game from the tv. Upon noticing you by Mark’s side, they both sent suggestive smirks towards the two of you. Confused by this for the second time, you turned to Mark. Tilting your head up to meet his eyes, not failing to notice the light blush that took over his feature.

“Why are all our friends acting weird?” You said in a low voice, so only Mark could hear you.

“W-What do you mean?” He chuckled nervously, “I think they are acting just fine.” Giving him a slight glare, you rolled your eyes, turning away from him slightly. Your gaze fell on the crowd, seeing many familiar faces in the dancing group. Although, your cheerful attitude quickly diminished as you caught sight of a certain brunette. Mark noticed the change almost immediately, turning to follow your stare. Richie was just off to the side of the main group. Typically, it wasn’t new to find him at these parties, but what was new was the blonde he had his tongue shoved in. 

A lump formed in your throat. You forced yourself to look away, the pain from the past week hitting you like a freight train. 

Mark's jaw ticked, his hand gripped yours tighter. He looked down at you “Do you want to leave, pretty girl?” His voice was soft, a stark contrast from his burning eyes. Taking a deep breath, you shook your head no. You were not gonna let Richie control you, he doesn’t deserve that power anymore. 

“I want to dance. Come dance with me, Marky.” Mark was surprised by your request, but led you to the dance floor regardless. 

Heat gripped your body like a vice, making you aware of how little clothes you were wearing. You let your body press up against Mark, arms reaching to wrap around his neck. Mark found his hand gripping your full hips, pulling them to meet his own. You leaned your face up, only to practically be touching noses with Mark.

The air felt thick around you two. Moving your hips against his, Mark held back a groan. 

“Got to be careful, pretty girl. Don’t want you to start something you’ll regret.” Mark’s chest pressed closer into your round breasts. Mark could feel himself grow stiff in his shorts at the feeling. Swallowing harshly, you met his gaze. You gently pulled his ear down to your lips.

“I could never regret you, Mark.” 

Richie was long forgotten as Mark gripped your wrist tightly, dragging you up the stairs. He took you to his room, closing the door forcefully, not forgetting to lock it. Mark’s chest heaved, almost like he was out of breath. He pinned you to the back of the door, bringing his forehead to rest on yours.

“You gotta tell me to stop, baby.” He whimpered into your lips. Throwing all caution to the wind, you pressed your lips against his, hard. A moan escaped your lips at the force of the kiss. Mark’s hands began to grip every part of your body he could reach. He wanted you, all of you. He cradled your face, turning your body before walking you towards the bed. The back of your legs hit the mattress, as Mark reached down to grip your plushy thighs. He sat you on the bed, beginning to trail kisses down your jaw.

His right hand traced from your thigh, over the expanse of your torso, taking time to tease the valley between your breasts. His calloused fingers took place around your throat, squeezing slightly. The lack of oxygen sent your brain into a frenzy. Your hips bucked up into his, grinding against his thick cock. He placed his other hand on your hip to keep you in place. 

“You have no idea how bad I’ve wanted this, pretty girl.” He mumbled into your neck. “How bad I need you.” 

He smashed his lips into yours once again. The kiss was desperate and sloppy, showing the amount of pure need and want between you two. Mark shoved his tongue into your welcoming mouth, seeking its warmth.

You were becoming restless, the ache in your core increasing with every push and pull of Mark’s hips. 

“Please Marky,” you whined, “Want you, fuck, want you so bad.” Your breath hitched as Mark changed the angle of his hips. His cock was pressing deliciously into your throbbing clit. 

“Okay, okay, pretty girl.” Mark pulled away, taking his warm body with him. A small whine began to leave your mouth, but was cut short when he hooked his finger around your shorts. 

He dragged your panties and shorts down in one go, too impatient to wait. Your hands traced down his toned front, tugging on his own shorts. Once the both of you had eagerly removed the remaining clothing, Mark had begun to line up his cock with your entrance, teasingly dragging his tip along your slit. “Oh fuck, Mark please don’t tease.”

Mark smirked at your pathetic voice. 

He began to ease his heavy cock into your core. You moaned loudly at the stretch. “Fuck me!” You bit your lip in an attempt to keep your voice down. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I plan to.” Mark pushed the rest of the way in, releasing a breathy moan at the feeling. He dropped his forehead on yours, giving you a moment to adjust to his size.

Mark was admittedly the biggest you’ve had, much bigger than Richie. Reaching spots you never knew existed.  “I won’t move until you tell me, baby.” The notion was small but you couldn’t help the warmth that spread through your chest.

Nodding your head, “I’m good, Marky. You can move.” At this, Mark began to slowly drag his cock out of your pussy, till just his tip remained inside. He paused for a moment before plunging back in, setting a ruthless pace.

Your moans echoed through the room, Mark’s headboard slamming against the wall. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Mark groaned. "I could be a better boyfriend than he ever was." His hands gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises the next morning. You threw your arms around his body, nails scraping down the wide plain of his back. Angry red trails lined the hard muscle. You dug your teeth into Mark’s shoulder as his pace increased ever so slightly. 

“ ‘m not gonna last, pretty girl.” Mark squeezed his eyes shut, in an attempt to hold off his orgasm. The sound of your moans in his ears made it almost impossible. He brought one of his hands from your hip to rub harsh circles on your clit. 

 With the added stimulation, you felt your core tighten impossibly fast. “Shit, Mark. ‘m gonna cum,” you panted, “fuck, gonna cum all over your big cock.” Your orgasm hit like a tidal wave. 

Searing pleasure overcame your senses, your walls pulsating rapidly around Mark’s dick. Mark felt himself lose all control, releasing into your warm pussy. His body stilled as he came, a loud groan ripping through his throat. He collapsed on top of you. You laid with Mark’s head in the crook of your neck and your hand playing with his hair. As the two of you basked in post-orgam bliss, you felt a wave of drowsiness hit you. A loud yawn escapes your mouth.

Mark lifted his head to look into your eyes, “You tired, pretty girl?” You nodded slightly. He felt his heart soften at your droopy eyelids and pouty, swollen lips. “You are so fucking beautiful.” Your eyes widened at his sudden confession. You hid your face behind your hands, becoming bashful like he wasn’t just balls deep inside of you.

Mark chuckled, placing a gentle kiss to the back of both hands. “C’mon lets get cleaned up, baby.” He slowly pulled his, now softening, cock out and pulled on some boxers. He walked into his bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth. Mark gently began to clean around your sore opening. Once he finished and put away the cloth, he gave you one of his t-shirts to wear.

One of the things you loved about Mark was how big he is. Even if people consider you “bigger,” his shirts still fit you oversized. You took the shirt from his hands, pulling it over your head. Mark motioned for you to scoot over, allowing him to lay down. He pulled your body on top of his, almost immediately closing his eyes. 

“Goodnight, pretty girl.” You smiled as you laid your head on his chest, “Goodnight, Marky.” 

❥.

The following week went by in a blur. You were able to hide the fact that you and Mark hooked up from most of your friends, other than Ethan. That little shit did not hesitate to chirp you both the next morning. Although you and Mark are “seeing” each other, you haven't made anything official. But you didn’t feel pressured either. Everything had been going smoothly, you continued with your normal everyday routines, except for the part where you have been staying with Mark every night.

Your roommate, luckily, has been out of town for the past two weeks. So you have been able to remain inconspicuous thus far. Being with Mark was so easy, so genuine. You wondered how you ever even ended up with your ex when Mark was there the whole time. But alas, everything good always comes to an end. 

Your alarm went off as per usual, Mark’s arm gripped your body tighter to his, “Don’t go.” He whined. You turned your body to face him, taking time to study his tired features. Even with sleep clouding his eyes, he still managed to look as handsome as ever. You hit snooze on your alarm, deciding that your writing class can suck it. 

You closed your eyes, basking in the morning bliss with Mark, but before long, you found yourself pushing out of bed making a b-line for the bathroom. You kneeled down in front of the toilet, before emptying the contents of your stomach. You heard footsteps hurriedly follow behind you, as a hand came to hold back your hair. 

“That’s it, pretty girl. Let it out.” Mark soothed, using his other hand to rub your back. 

Once you had finished, you slouched back. Your body became overly weak after the energy it took to expel your dinner. Mark sat next to you, letting you lean up against him. He brought a hand to your forehead, feeling for a temperature. His eyebrow furrowed, “You don’t feel hot.” He looked down at your face, to find your eyes closed. His chest hurt at the sight of you so weak. He gently helped you up, putting you back in bed. “I’m gonna skip class to take care of you. okay, baby?” He pulled the comforter over your shaking body. You shook your head in protest. Although in your state, it wasn’t as much of an effort as you thought. 

Mark went downstairs quietly, as most of the house was still asleep. When he returned he brought a glass of water and a cold rag. “Apparently, we do not have any medicine. I guess Luke used the rest of it last time he was sick. I am gonna go and pick up some more, will you be okay here?” Mark couldn’t hide the worry laced in his tone. You gave him a weak smile and a small “thank you.” He leaned down to place a soft kiss on your forehead, before slipping on a hoodie and making his way to the store.

Laying in the peaceful room, your slumber was interrupted by the sound of your alarm. Hitting snooze became your worst enemy. As you turned on your phone to exit the alarm, you saw a notification from your period app. You tapped it, opening the calendar. Panic took over your body. 

Period late for 8 days

You quickly sat up, thinking of what to do. There was no way you could be pregnant. It was impossible. Denial flooded your mind, until flashbacks to the night of the party tore through the facade. You needed to take a test, asap. Knowing you couldn’t go to the store, since Mark was there, you did the next best thing. You called Jamie. 

You knew for a fact Jamie kept emergency pregnancy tests in her dorm. Girl has her priorities. Jamie raced to the house as fast as she could, not believing what you said over the phone. You told her just to walk in and come to Mark’s room since everyone was still sleeping. 

You sat on the bed, stressing out, when the bedroom door opened. Your eyes darted up and your breath hitched. Jamie's head poked around, your body relaxed. Jamie looked at you expectedly. You let out a sigh, ‘Look, it just happened.” She rolled her eyes, “You just happened to fall on Mark’s dick?” 

“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, it just all happened so fast and we didn’t want to ruin anything. But it might not even matter at this point, because I might be fucking pregant.” Your eyes began to well, the thought of losing Mark was too much to bear. Jamie came up and wrapped her arms around you. “Don’t apologize, here,” She handed you the test, “Go take it and we can go from there,” Taking the test in your hand, you walked into the bathroom. 

After doing your business and peeing on the stick, you put the cap back on and set it on the counter. You set a timer for 3 minutes. You slowly sank to the floor. Never in your life has three minutes seemed so slow. Your phone finally went off, causing you to abruptly stand up, slightly losing your balance in the process.

You stared at the test, “Well? What does it say?” Jamies asked through the door. Your eyes remained on the test. 

Pregnant 1-2 weeks

Well, fuck. 

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too young for this | mark estapa (chapter 2)

summary: when one night guarantees forever.

warning: accidental pregnancy, mature themes, swearing, throwing up, smut, oral (f.receiving)

wc: 2.3k

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Previously

You stared at the test, “Well? What does it say?” Jamie asked through the door. Your eyes remained on the test. 

Pregnant 1-2 weeks

Well, fuck. 

There is no way in hell. The test has to be defective, there is just no way you can be pregnant.

How the fuck am I gonna tell Mark?

Lost in your own worry, Jamie forced her way through the bathroom door. She looked at your face, noting the paleness that now took place. Her eyes widened as she glanced down at the test in your shaky hand. “Holy shit, y/n/n. You’re actually pregnant.” Jamie then began to ramble about all the possibilities and scenarios of having a child, but only for them to fall on deaf ears.  

The only person taking up your thoughts was Mark. What if he was mad? Or upset? What if he left you? You had only been actually seeing each other for 2 weeks, yet now that seems so far away. Jamie gently shook your shoulder, trying to gain your attention. “y/n?” You looked up at her. She let out a deep sigh, pulling you into an embrace. 

You finally broke. Quietly sobbing, you asked, “What if he leaves me, j?” Jamie’s eyebrows furrowed. She placed her arms on your shoulders, pushing you away slightly. 

“Babe, Mark is fucking in love with you. He always has been, you were just too busy with bitch boy to realize it.” You let out a small chuckle at the familiar nickname she had given Richie. “Besides, even if he wasn’t completely obsessed with you, he isn’t the type of guy to leave his baby momma hangin’ dry.” You nodded, considering her words. You knew Mark was a good guy, a great guy, even. He would be there for you…you hoped. 

Walking out of the bathroom, you sat on Mark’s bed. This is happening, you are gonna have a baby. Mark’s baby. “Well, I should probably go. I imagine loverboy is gonna be home soon and I don’t want to intrude on the special moment.” Jamie gathered the few things she had brought with her. She walked over to you, placing a firm hand on the top of your head, “Let me know how it goes, okay?” You nodded a response. She sent you a small smile, before ruffling your hair and making her way out of the house. 

You lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. 

Your stomach was in knots and you didn’t know if it was from the baby, or the anxiety. At least twenty minutes passed, you were wrong before, those three minutes were nothing compared to this torture. Hearing the front door open and close, you sat up. You felt your heart rate increase rapidly.

Here goes nothing.

Mark walked into the bedroom with multiple bags by his side. “I got pretty much everything they had, along with some of your favorite sn-” He cut himself off at the sight of you. “What’s wrong, pretty girl?’ He placed the bags down, quietly walking over. “Why aren’t you laying down? You’re gonna make yourself feel worse.” 

You took a deep breath, gently grabbing Mark’s wrist to guide him beside you. Turning your body to face him, you remained silent. Deep concern etched its way onto his face, “Baby?” You kept your head downturned, scared he would see the tears swelling in your eyes. “Y/n? You’re starting to scare me, pretty girl.” He brought his hand to your face, gently tilting it so your eyes would meet. 

“Hey, hey, why are you crying?” He took his other hand and began to wipe the stray tears that managed to escape.

 You bit your lip, lost on how to break the news to him. Mark took his thumb to your lip, softly tugging it from between your teeth. You let out a breath, “I need to tell you something.” You grabbed his hands, bringing them to your lap. “But I’m scared it will ruin everything.” Mark shook his head in protest, “Y/n, nothing you say will ruin anything. I am here, I’m not going anywhere.” 

With the little bit of confidence his words gave you, “I’m pregnant.” Mark’s face went white, you began to worry he was gonna leave, but the grip on your hands only got tighter. “You-you’re pregnant?” He stuttered like he didn't believe the words coming out of his own mouth. You nodded, too afraid to speak. 

When Mark didn’t say anything, you spoke up, “Please Marky,” Full sobs shook your body. ‘Please don’t leave me.”

Mark's eyes immediately snapped to yours. He cradled your face once more, “I could never leave you, baby. You’re my girl. I could never leave my girl.” He placed a soft, yet firm kiss on your forehead. You looked up at him with big, watery eyes, “Promise?” He sent you a small, reassuring smile, “I promise, this is just something we are gonna have to do together.” With those words, relief instantly flooded your body. 

You were in this together, you and Mark. 

❥.

The next morning you were yet again awoken by nausea. Running to the bathroom, you repeated your actions from the previous morning. Mark was by your side in an instant, with a cold rag and a hair clip. After your nausea spell passed, you decided to take a nice warm shower. “Hey Marky?” You called from the bathroom, as he left to change. “Whatcha need, pretty girl?” He made his way back to the bathroom, now shirtless. You don’t know if it was the pregnancy hormones, or just your regular horniness, but Mark looked absolutely delicious. His toned torso flexed as he walked closer to you, taking in your flushed appearance. 

“Are you gonna throw up again?” He asked while reaching for the discarded hair clip. You chuckled slightly, shaking your head no. “No, I just wanted to let you know I’m gonna hop in the shower.’’ Mark took notice of the slight suggestive tone your voice held. “Okay?” He gave you a quizzical look, “Are you needing help?” You turned around, leaning to turn on the water. “Not technically, but I wouldn’t oppose you joining me.” 

Mark all but jumped at the opportunity. After stripping yourself of your nightwear, you stepped under the steaming water. Before long, you felt a large body join behind you, reaching to lower the temperature. “Hey.” Your eyes snapped open at the lack of heat. Mark grabbed your hips, pulling your body closer. “I read that super hot water can hurt the baby, pretty girl.” He let one of his hands move to rub your still soft, plushy tummy. “So unfortunately, no more steaming showers.” You pouted, wanting nothing more than hot water to soothe your aching muscles.

Mark began to lightly kiss your neck, working his way down your jaw. His hands were now rubbing up and down your full hips. “Mark, what are you doing?” You asked softly. “Just trying to appreciate how beautiful my girl is.” You scoffed slightly, “Well, enjoy me now, 'cause once this baby starts growing so will I. Then I'll be gigantic.” Mark’s hands paused on your hips, turning you to face him. 

 “Listen to me, right now. You are carrying my baby, our baby. There is nothing more beautiful than that. I, for one, can’t wait till your belly starts growing.” He began to trail kisses down your front. Leading from your neck, through the valley of your breasts, making sure to stop and place extra kisses on your stomach.

 “You are gonna make the most gorgeous mommy ever.” Mark looked up at you with big round eyes. His hands rested on your thighs, as he sank to his knees. “I want to prove to you how pretty you are.” He took one of your soft thighs and placed it on his shoulder. He was so close you could feel his breath on your pussy. You let out a small whine, “Fuck, Marky.” You felt him smirk against your thigh. “God you are so fucking beautiful, y/n” With that he attached his lips to your clit, sucking immediately. You gasped at the stimulation. 

Mark’s tongue quickly darted in and out as he devoured you. He moved down to your neglected opening, his nose brushing against your clit. You threw your head back, bumping it into the shower wall. Water ran down your body, making everything slick. Mark picked his head up, before going back to your clit. He brought one of his hands from your thigh to insert one digit into your dripping hole. “Oh my god.” You moaned as Mark began pumping. 

The feeling of Mark’s tongue and fingers became overwhelming. A familiar tightening in your core began to grow. He added another finger, causing you to cry out. “ Fuck, fuck. ‘M gonna come, Marky.” He began to move faster, thrusting his fingers in and out at a brutal pace. You dug your hand into Mark’s wet hair, tugging as you felt your orgasm overtake you.

You screwed your eyes shut, releasing a loud whine as you came all over Mark’s mouth. He made sure to let you ride it out, only stopping when the stimulation became too much for you. Mark slowly placed your leg back down, making sure to support your weight. Once he was fully standing, he let you lean against him. After a few minutes of regaining your breath, you tried to reach for his painful-looking hard-on. Before you could, Mark grabbed your wrist, stopping your movements. “Don’t worry about me, pretty girl. This was just for you. Now, let’s actually take a shower.” Too tired to protest, you let him get you cleaned up. 

❥.

A few hours later, you and Mark decided to go pick up some food on campus. While leaving the house, you ran into Ethan and Luke, who demanded they come with you. Not in the mood to walk, you opted for the bus. This proved to be a huge mistake, you were only on the bus for a few minutes before you felt a wave of nausea. You looked up at the roof, trying your hardest to will the urge to vomit away. 

“You good y/n?” You heard Luke ask. Scared to make any sudden movements, you lightly tapped Mark’s arm. Recognizing the look on your face immediately, he urgently started to search for something, in case you threw up. Not finding anything, he made his best effort to get you off the bus at the next stop. “Mark? Y/n? Where are you going? Our stop isn’t for two more.” Ethan’s voice called after you both, as Mark escorted you off. Just as your feet hit the pavement, your knees gave way as your stomach heaved up your lunch.

Mark made sure to keep your hair held back, putting it up with the hairband he kept on his wrist for you. You felt hot tears begin to run down your face. Whether it was due to embarrassment or your contracting stomach muscles, either way, you no longer wanted to go get food. Luke and Ethan stood a few paces back, not wanting to crowd you. Once you had finished, Luke handed Mark the water bottle he was carrying. 

Accepting it gratefully, Mark helped you sit on the curb before giving you the water. “Take small sips, you don’t want to chug it.” Mark sat beside you, rubbing your back while you sipped. “Do you want me to go get my car?” You looked over to Ethan. The blonde boy’s eyes held nothing but concern. ‘You don’t need to do that,” You managed to croak out. “Just give me a minute. I can walk.” Mark’s eyebrows furrowed, “No. You’re not walking y/n. I don’t care if you think you’re fine, you need to be extra careful now.” Luke and Ethan exchanged questioning glances at the last sentence. Mark’s eyes widened when he realized what he said. “You know, now that you’re not feeling well…” Mark trailed off, laughing awkwardly. 

“Anyways, E, would you mind going to get the car?” Mark did his best to change the subject. Nodding, Ethan began to jog back to the house, taking Luke with him. As soon as they were out of earshot, you laid into him. “Mark! What the hell,” You slapped his shoulder, “Now they are gonna start asking questions.” Although he was also a little worried, he did his best to soothe your concerns, “No they won’t, it isn’t strange for people to throw up. Don’t worry, we’ll make sure they don’t suspect anything.” Mark took in a breath before blowing it back out, “But, we should consider when we are going to tell them. I mean, you’re gonna start showing eventually and when you start developing more and more symptoms, they’re gonna notice.” 

Thinking over what he said, you realized he was right. You do need to tell everyone eventually, but not right now. “I know, but can we just keep it to ourselves for a while? I’m not ready for everyone to know just yet.” Mark gave you a gentle smile, “Of course we can, pretty girl.” You placed your head on Mark’s shoulder, waiting for Ethan and Luke to arrive.

Once you got back to the house, you quickly ran upstairs to the bathroom to brush your teeth and change into something more comfortable. After you finished, you joined Mark downstairs on the couch. Curling up to his side, he turned on your favorite show. You were about halfway through your third episode when you heard loud steps booming down the stairs. 

Looking over, you saw Luke rushing down. “What is up with you?” Mark asked him. You took the time to look over his appearance, he looked like he’d seen a ghost. Luke walked over to sit on the footrest in front of you two. “I know.” That’s all Luke said. You and Mark looked at each other confused, before turning back to Luke. “You know what?” You spoke up. 

“I know you’re pregnant.” 

#mark estapa #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa x chubby!reader #too young for this m.e #umich hockey #umich hockey x reader #umich x reader #michigan hockey #luke hughes #ethan edwards #umich hockey x chubby!reader #leawrites🍀

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Bad day

luke hughes x chubby!reader

a/n- hey y’all! so guess who’s not dead 😋 i’m so so sorry i’ve been so inactive this past month! i’ve been dealing with college starting back up and my new job. but now that i’m back to semi-normal schedule, im hoping to start posting more! so please don’t be afraid to send in any thoughts or requests you may have! also, im so sorry if this is shit, i didn’t really know where i was going when i started writing. i just wanted to get something out for y’all to read😭

p.s- gif is not mine, credits to the owner!!

some days truly never seemed to end.

even though it was only a wednesday, the bleakness of the sky and air ruined every seemingly good thing coming y/n’s way. her day started off great. waking up next to her boyfriend who gave her plenty of good morning sleepy kisses and “i love you’s.” luke even went the extra mile and warmed up her morning shower, paired with a fresh towel straight out of the dryer.

as she stepped into the shower, she felt confident that she was going to have a fantastic day. her classes were easy on wednesday and only lasted till early afternoon. although she knew that luke would be gone for practice by the time she returned home, she was excited to lounge around and be lazy for the day.

only, her day took a turn for the worst.

walking to her first class of the day, the coffee she held in her hand, that luke put so much effort into, somehow managed to slip from her grasp. the cup went tumbling into the pavement, leaving ugly light brown splotches in its wake. frustrated, she picked up the soaked cardboard.

y/n took a deep breath and quickly disposed of the cup, before continuing her journey to class. even though she felt bad for wasting the coffee, she was still set on having a great day. her class went by decently fast, ending when the professor decided to go on a tangent about his recent disk golf tournament.

on wednesdays she only had two classes, her next one being the longest. sitting down for her next lecture, she noticed the thigh portion of her jeans had begun to rip. y/n couldn’t help the feeling of dread that filled her body. those were her favorite jeans and the store in which she bought them, had discontinued this style.

sighing, she placed her head down on her arms. she decided to close her eyes, since she got to class early anyways. what seemed to be a few seconds, quickly turned into her feeling a jab to her side. she lifted her head, eyes squinting due to the bright lights. she looked over to her desk partner. julie looked back with concerned eyes.

“dude, are you okay?”

puzzled, y/n replied, “yeah….why?”

“you just slept through the entire lecture. which, by the way, prof decided to assign some stupid essay on. he said it’s gonna be due friday.”

with wide eyes, y/n stared at the clock on the wall.

i slept through the whole thing?

hitting her like a train, she turned back to julie.

“wait wait wait. an essay? shit, i don’t even know what he talked about today.”

worry gripped her like a vice. how the hell was she ever gonna get an essay done about a lecture she didn’t even listen to? there goes her plan on being lazy for the rest of the day.

“don’t worry, i got you girl. i made sure to take some major notes for you.” julie handed y/n the purple notebook, “just make sure to bring it to class on friday.” with that, julie gathered her things and left the classroom.

still stuck on the fact that she slept through the entire lecture, y/n slowly began to pack up and make her way home. rushing to her car, she made the drive as fast as possible.

not to her surprise, she was greeted with an empty apartment. she would normally be a little sad at this, but she took it with grace. the quiet will give her time to go over julie’s notes and start her essay.

❥.

by the time luke found his way through the door, it was easily past six.

“angel?” luke called into the open apartment. “y/n?” he called again. when he still received no response he walked to their shared bedroom, only to find her hunched over a desk with headphones in her ears.

he walked up to stand behind her, gently placing his hands on her shoulders and a kiss to the top of her head. her body jumped slightly, startled at the sudden touch.

“what the fuck, lukey?” she turned to him.

“awww, im sorry baby.” luke responded, chuckling slightly.

though his smile began to fall from his face when he saw the deep line of worry and distress around her eyebrows. luke felt his own furrow.

“what’s wrong, angel?” luke felt his own worry begin to set in. he could have sworn she was in a great mood this morning, recalling when she told him her plans for the day.

frustrated tears began to fill her eyes, “today has just utterly been shit. first, i spilt the coffee you spent so much time making me. then, i fell asleep durning my lecture and missed the entire thing. and to top it all off, my professor decided to assign an essay on said lecture. so now i’m having to bullshit this assignment, which means i’ll probably get a horrible grade.”

by the end of her rant, hot tears found their way from her eyes and down her cheeks. luke’s hands quickly reached to wipe them away.

“don’t cry, pretty girl. it’s okay.” luke said in a hushed voice. he swiveled the chair around, crouching to look up at her down casted face. he placed his hands on her plushy thighs, not failing to appreciate the warmth they radiated under his palms.

“hey, hey. look at me, y/n” at the sound of her name, she tilted her head up slightly, meeting his concerned filled eyes.

“you did nothing wrong. that coffee took me all of about 30 seconds to make and i can help you with your essay. i promise you, you are doing great, baby. you’ll do fine on this essay and it sounds to me like you needed the sleep anyways.” his hand reached to cradle her damp, round cheek.

“i’m sorry. i don’t know why i’m upset. it’s not like anything horrible happened. it-it’s just today was supposed to be so good. a-and,” a small sob cut through the air. taking a deep breath she continued, “and i’ve been doing this essay for the past 4 hours. i feel like i’m getting no where.”

luke’s heart hurt at the sight of his girlfriend so drained. it was a complete 180 from the cheerful attitude she had that morning. he slowly stood up, reaching over to close her laptop. she opened her mouth in protest, but was quickly cut off. “before you try and stop me, you need a break, sweetheart. you’ve made plenty of progress on your essay for today. come lay down with me. we can call in some take out and watch a movie.”

luke’s eyes gazed pleadingly into her own.

“but what if i can’t get it finished by tomorrow? it’s due at the beginning of class friday.” luke was fast to ease her worry, “i promise i will help you finish it tomorrow. i don’t have practice, so we can spend the whole day making this essay a+ material. now, go change and meet me in the living room.”

with a smile and another kiss to her head, luke walked out of the bedroom. attempting to brush off the last thoughts of her essay, y/n got up and walked to the closet. she grabbed a pair of sweats and one of luke’s big sweatshirts. putting it on reminded her of how thoughtful he is, always making sure to get them a size bigger so they’ll be extra oversized.

she smiled as the scent of his cologne filled her nose.

now completely changed, she walked out, only to be met with what seemed to be every blanket in the house set up on the couch. next to it laid plenty of her favorite snacks, along with her favorite drinks. with wide eyes, she turned to meet luke’s nervous form.

“w-what’s all this?” she gestured toward the couch. luke walked up to her, placing his hands on her full hips.

“i just wanted to do something for you, make your day a bit better. do you like it?” luke’s eyes were hopeful.

“of course, i love it.” she looked up at luke’s face, “thank you. for everything.” luke flashed his beaming grin.

“anything for you, angel,” he whispered. luke leaned down to press his lips into her soft ones. his hands pulled her hips to meet his, deepening the kiss. y/n found her own hands finding home in the curls on the nape of his neck. she gripped his hair, slightly pulling at the intensity. luke’s light groans filled the apartment.

forcing themselves apart, y/n placed her hands on luke’s shoulders as he tried to chase her lips. a whine escaped his throat, “whyyy? i want to kiss you.” a laugh bubbled out of her mouth, bringing a smile to luke’s face.

“as much as i would love to keep kissing you, i want to go lay down. and that movie isn’t going to watch itself.” with this, luke took liberty of going to lay across the couch first, opening his arms to welcome y/n into them. she didn’t hesitate to find comfort in his arms, laying her head on his chest.

luke grabbed one of the many blankets, covering them both. he placed his chin on the top of her head, grabbing the remote lying next to him.

“alright angel, what do you want to watch?”

#luke hughes x chubby!reader #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes #luke hughes headcanons #nhl x reader #umich hockey x chubby!reader #umich hockey x reader #luke hughes oneshot #luke hughes imagine #leawrites🍀

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omgomgomg

nick moldenhauer seems that typa guy who would love to date more curvier/chubbier girls

so may i request a blurb which contains of the reader being insecure about herself but nick shows you that ur the most beautiful girl ever ;) (winkwink)

so angst/fluff to smut 🥹🥹🥹

ooooo i love the idea of nick with a chubbier girl!

warnings: mentions of insecurities, oral (f. receiving)

wc: 1.1k+ (i promise i didn't mean for it to be this long...)

The Big House was raging. The waves of blue and maize began to blur together as the crowd erupted with cheers. Michigan had won, with no surprise to you. However, you didn’t find yourself nearly as excited as the rest of your peers. The certain blonde that had taken place on the other side of your boyfriend proved to put a damper on your mood.

It didn’t bother you, at first, but when you noticed the numerous number of male eyes that would drift towards her, you couldn’t help but become a bit self-conscious. There was no denying the fact that she was gorgeous, with her wavy short blonde hair and picture-perfect body. What didn’t help was the fact that she clearly had taken a liking to your boyfriend. 

Finding every excuse to talk or graze her hand on Nick’s arm, the continuous irritation in the pit of your stomach grew. You became sorely aware of the way you didn’t look anything like her. Of the way your stomach was rounder than hers or the way you had extra rolls she didn’t. The crowd suddenly became suffocating. 

Needing to get out, you lightly tugged on Nick’s arm. Feeling your touch, he broke out of his celebratory conversation with Luca to turn your way. “What’s up, baby?” He asked with a smile. That smile soon faded as he noticed your troubled face. “Hey, what’s wrong?” 

Not finding the strength to explain, you simply stated you needed to leave. Nodding along, Nick guided you out through the dense crowd as fast as he could. You remained silent until you reached your dorm. Nick knew your roommate wouldn’t be back for a while, as she always went the the post-game parties. 

Walking into the cool air of your dorm, you finally felt like you could properly breathe. You took a few deep breaths in order to ground yourself. Nick gently cupped your flushed face.

“Y/n? Baby, what’s going on?” Deep concern was rooted in his voice. You shook your head slightly, turning to sit on the edge of your bed. Nick followed you, moving to stand between your plushy thighs. He set his hands on the side of your thighs, mindlessly tracing the dimples there. A sentiment you found endearing, but now felt irking. You softly pushed his hands away. 

“I don’t know, Nicky.” He gave you a quizzical look, “One second I was fine, but then that girl showed up, a-and I got so self-conscious. I saw the way the guys were looking at her. I guess I got scared you would look at her that way too.” Before Nick had a chance to respond, you continued, “Not that I would blame you, she was perfect. And I am clearly,” you gestured towards your body, “Not.” 

Nick’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. How could you feel that way? Don’t you see yourself the way he does? “Stop. Don’t you ever say things like that in front of me again. Y/n, you are absolutely perfect. I don’t think you understand my feelings towards you at all.” Nick looked deep into your eyes, his favorite eyes. “You are the only one I would ever want to look at. Baby, you were made for me.” 

Tears swelled in your eyes as you looked up at him. He reached a hand up to gently wipe a tear away with his thumb, “Don’t cry, beautiful.” With his hand remaining on your cheek, he leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your lips. “Let me show you how beautiful you are.” He mumbled against your lips before pressing them back harder.

You found yourself becoming more needy, the heat in your core igniting like a fire. Your lips crashed together in a mess of desperation for each other. You wrapped your thighs around his middle, pulling him closer. His lips trailed from yours down your jaw to your neck. He placed slow, taunting kisses that left you breathless. Your hands found their way into his hair, pulling. He groaned at the sensation. 

Nick brought his hands to your shirt, lips leaving your neck only to return once your shirt was off. He lowered, leaving hot kisses down the column of your throat, through the valley of your breasts, and down to your stomach. He made sure to give extra attention to the stretch marks that covered the expanse. 

While he continued to pepper kisses along your round stomach, he skillfully removed your shorts and panties in one go, helping you shimmy them down your thick thighs. Nick sunk to his knees, positioning his face in front of your dripping core, placing a sweet kiss on your clit. 

“Fuck,” you moaned out, “Please Nicky, need you so bad.” You attempted to raise your hips to meet his face. He held your hips down but still decided not to tease you. His lips locked onto your clit, switching between sucking and circling with his tongue. You threw your head back in pleasure. With eyes screwed shut, your hands found their way back to Nick’s hair. 

Nick moaned into your pussy at the feeling, sending vibrations through your body. He took one of his hands from your hips to enter two fingers into your core. Not wasting any time, he began to quickly thrust them in and out, making sure to curl them just right. Nick managed to hit that spongey spot inside you every time, bringing your impending orgasm impossibly closer.

You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, as your walls began to spasm around Nick’s fingers. “Fuck, fuck,” you panted, “ ‘m gonna cum, Nicky!” You cried out. He removed his mouth, continuing his assault with his fingers, “Cum for me baby, cum all over my tongue.” He reattached his lips to your clit, making sure to use just the right amount of pressure. 

When the knot finally snapped, you were blinded with searing pleasure. You came all over Nick’s face with a scream of his name. Nick slowly worked you through the final waves of your orgasm, only pulling away when you became too sensitive. You lay there for a minute or two, completely blissed out. 

Once you finally came to, you noticed you were in a hoodie and pressed against Nick’s chest. “Welcome back to reality, beautiful.” He gave you a cheesy smile. You blushed at his teasing tone. You felt your eyelids grow heavy, trying your hardest to keep them open. Nick placed a soft kiss on your head, “Go to sleep, baby. I’ll be here when you wake up.” 

You close your eyes, finding yourself falling asleep with a new feeling of confidence. Maybe that girl had the “perfect body,” but you had Nick and that was enough for you. 

#nick moldenhauer #nick moldenhauer x reader #nick moldenhauer x chubby!reader #umich hockey x reader #umich hockey x chubby!reader #leawrites🍀

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Yooo, i saw a rumor somewhere that edwards likes curvy women 👀

what do you think abt that?

Also do you think eddy would love a bit chubbier girl than just curvy?

Love you!! 🫶🏻

ahhhh yessss!!! i love you too🫶🫶 eddy boy definitely loves himself a good dose of chubby women!

and i’ve also head these rumors 🤭🤭 but i do think he would 100% be down with a girl that’s more chubby then curvy! ethan edwards is such a lover and wants to just hug and kiss his chubby girlfriend all over.

he always has to be touching in someway, wether that’s his hand around your waist (this is his go to because he loves the feeling of your soft round hips filling out his hands) or not hesitating to pull you down on to his lap.

he’s no bitch boy, he ain’t scared to hold your weight! he’s a strong well built guy, he isn’t intimidated or ashamed in the slightest.

“come sit down on my lap, pretty girl.” “i want to feel your body.”

he finds it so fucking attractive the way your body fills out your clothes more than the “average” girl! ethan just loves loves loves chubby women. that’s it.

#ethan edwards #ethan edwards x reader #ethan edwards x chubby!reader #umich hockey x chubby!reader #umich hockey x reader #leawrites🍀

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Mark Estapa x chubby!reader, I can imagine this man going feral for reader. Like just imagine how obsessed this man would be with you, Saturday nights would definitely be like lingerie night. Thanks for coming to my Ted talk!

AHHH LINGERIE NIGHT!!! god.

like just you all sprawled out for him on the bed waiting in the most beautiful wraps all over your body. the intricate designs in the lace/silk highlighting every curve and squeezing in all the right places.

mark would probably fall to his knees with desperation when he walked in the room. the sight of your soft, round body filling out the lingerie so perfectly. he’s cumming in his pants. no lie.

he genuinely could not get his hands on you fast enough. he gets frustrated though lol, cause he wants you so bad that he needs to take off the lingerie to gain access to your beautiful full body, BUT you just look so so pretty he doesn’t want to ruin it :((

def takes pictures to keep for a fun time 😋

#mark estapa #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa x chubby!reader #umich hockey x reader #umich hockey x chubby!reader #leawrites🍀

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i just think that rutger would love chubby!reader so much that he would worship her like a goddess and would get so much shit from the rest of the team but he just wouldn’t care because obviously have you seen her? he’s definitely love something extra to hold if you get what i’m saying

HOLY SHIT. god i want to scream. when i say that rutger loves chubby women.. i. fucking. mean. it. this man wants to kiss every single part of your body until you’re in tears of pleasure.

and you bet he doesn’t give a flying shite about what other people think.

“they’re just jealous, baby.”

his go to phrase. he genuinely believes it too, i mean you are the most gorgeous, beautiful, outstanding, ethereal, (etc) person to ever walk this earth and he would do anything for you. he’s just such a big puppy dog when it comes to you.

rutger on his knees looking up at you with big eyes>>>>>

he’s always on his knees for you. like your pleasure = his pleasure.

and he is so so so protective of you, he is not afraid to put someone in their place if they say anything bad about you. love loves loves to feel your weight on top of his body while you cuddle, it makes him feel like he’s keeping you safe:(((

all in all, rutger is a simp for chubby women

#rutger mcgroarty x reader #rutger mcgroarty #rutger mcgroarty x chubby!reader #umich hockey x chubby!reader #umich hockey x reader #leawrites🍀

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working on a mark estapa series rn... its gonna be my longest fic ever i fear

#mark estapa #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa x chubby!reader #umich x reader #umich hockey x reader #umich hockey x chubby!reader #michigan hockey

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That anon voiced mark perfectly! He definitely doesn’t care about his girls body, he doesn’t strike me as a guy who cares about weight. He seems like the type of guy who wants genuine girl who’s gonna love him.

i 100% agree!! mark is just such a lover it’s not even funny! he just wants to be able to love someone and them love him in return. his girl is the most beautiful and precious thing in his eyes no matter what!

#mark estapa x reader #mark estapa x chubby!reader #umich hockey x reader #umich hockey x chubby!reader #leawrites🍀

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in my umich hockey boy era rn..

y’all should definitely send in your thoughts about our umich boys x chubby!reader 🤭🤭 can be sfw or nsfw

#umich hockey x reader #umich hockey x chubby!reader #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes x chubby!reader #ethan edwards x reader #rutger mcgroarty #mark estapa #mark estapa x reader #rutger mcgroarty x reader #dylan duke x reader #quinn hughes x chubby!reader #luca fantilli x reader #luca fantilli #adam fantilli x reader #adam fantilli x chubby!reader #quinn hughes x reader #leawrites🍀

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feel free to ignore this, but i definitely think jamie drysdale would love chubby girls and i think mark estapa would! honestly most of the current umich team and previous umich team (like nick blankenburg) :)

i agree!!!!! i have so many thoughts on the umich boys, they are just such big lovers!!! i also believe that jamie would be into chubby girls as well, he thinks they are just so adorable

#jamie drysdale #jamie drysdale x reader #jamie drysdale x chubby!reader #umich hockey #umich hockey x reader #umich hockey x chubby!reader #leawrites🍀

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lowkey want to do a ethan edwards x chubby!reader social media au….thoughts?

#ethan edwards x reader #ethan edwards x chubby!reader #ethan edwards #umich hockey x reader #umich hockey x chubby!reader #leawrites🍀