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Hi lovie! Your writing and blog aesthetics are incredible! I visit every morning to get some motivating energy. May I please make a request for Jack Hughes? May it please be with a girl who is quiet/introverted but not a pushover. She doesn't start conversations/speak much in public, but is chill with herself and doesn't waste her social battery with those she doesn't vibe with. If that makes sense so sorry! The plot can be anything you wish! Please change or ignore this I know it's odd and choppy.

𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 || 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒

★SUM Jack’s in love with his blunt girlfriend, and isn’t afraid to show that.

Fem!reader, as per requested the reader is quiet and doesn’t give two shits about it, use of y/n, poor Trevor getting ignored bad and then rutger taking his spot, ngl this was kinda hard to write cause I am literally the most friendly person ever, anon I love u thank u sm for this req I love soft Jack, hope I did this ask justice!

WC: 1.8K, not proofread 🐚

♪ GOOD DAYS - SZA

“Still standing here?”

“Mhm.”

Tonight was great. You went with Jack to this beach party he was invited to and despite thinking you were gonna hate it, it was actually pretty fun. Though you would never admit that to him.

The warm air of summer brushes past you with a soothing coo of relaxation. The music from the party being distant in your ears; hearing chatter and the crashing of the waves in harmony.

“You don’t talk a lot, do you?” A boy says, one of Jack’s friends named “Trevor” or something—honestly you didn’t mean to forget but it just didn’t stick to you at the moment.

“Not really.” You say and then turn around to walk back into the crowd. After a few minutes of just wandering you bump into the chest of another person. “Excuse me-“

“Well hello pretty lady, you alone?” He says, and you lift up your head a little bit to see the gorgeous sight of your boyfriend, Jack. His smile widens as you two meet eyes and they crinkle at the side a little bit with how hard he’s smiling.

“Hmmm, not too sure if I am….” You tease and he wraps an arm around your waist to bring you closer to you. “Where’d you go? Outside?” nodding your head and bringing your arms to wrap around his neck you give him a small kiss

You two part slightly when a girl makes her way over to the two of you, not even sparing you a glance.

“Jacky! How are you-“ she stumbles—trying to purposefully trip herself into him, but only getting surprised when he grabs you and quickly moves the both of you out her way, causing her to fall flat on the floor.

A few people around her look down confusingly, and you mentally smile at her slightly embarrassed look. She quickly jumps back up to her feet and coughs a little to clear herself up.

“Um, anyways. How are you doing, Jacky?” She says, and looks at you for a second while her face shifts to displeased when she sees his arm around your waist.

“I’m fine. Me and my girlfriend, y/n, are doing pretty well-“ “Jack! Tell your brother he sucks at pool.” A tall brunette says with Luke trailing behind him with a grumbling smile “I do not suck! You definitely cheated!”

“Yeah okay Luke.” Your boyfriend snorts and the random girl is very swiftly pushed to the side while the two boys take over her spot in front of you.

“Hi y/n” Luke says and gives you a small hug while you smile at him in greeting. “Hi, I’m rutger! You can call me rut, Nice to meet you.” The boy takes out his hand and his demeanor is incredibly friendly, shooting him the same smile you gave to Luke “I’m y/n. You’re a pool expert?”

“Nah, but I could definitely beat you if you play like this dude over here.” He jokes while nudging over to Luke and he replies with a ‘so not true’

“You’re so on!” The two of you run over to the table, already joking around about which one of you would get which side.

“That’s new? She doesn’t really click with people like that…” Luke says and Jack nods, looking at the two of you. “It is rare, but sometimes it happens. Rutger has that younger brother vibe which is probably why they clicked so fast. Y/n has a soft spot for family.”

“Jack! Get over here! I am not having Luke as my partner again” “that’s my boyfriend!”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were alone? I would have came too!”

“Rut, I like my alone time outside” you giggle, seeing him plop down on the seat next to you, making an ‘O’ shape with his mouth.

“Well, Jack was looking for you earlier. And Trevor was complaining that you didn’t like him?” “It’s not that I don’t like Trevor, I don’t really know him like that.”

“you don’t know him either!” A muffled voice comes from behind the glass window you’re in front of, turning around to see Trevor (apparently) and Jack looking at the two of you.

Jack grins, mouthing a ‘hi Baby’ to you while Trevor freezes and backs up from the window. “…a little creepy.” “I didn’t even know he was there.” Rutger laughs and you scoff

“He’s kinda right though, I only just met you at the party two days ago.” Rutger says, leaning back into his seat. “Yeah, but you give off like a friendly sibling vibe. Whoever that is gives me random dude vibes which is true cause he is.”

“Can you at least make an effort to learn my name? As Jack’s best friend I think I deserve some respect!“ Trevor whines and Jack opens the door, already tired of talking to you through the window. “you are not my best friend.” “Then who is?” “You are, obviously.” Jack says to you in response to your question.

“Y/n! Come here, I need help with my hair.” Ellen calls you over and you gently excuse yourself from the porch as the boys talk amongst each other.

A few minutes later, the same girl from last night slides into your spot and everyone stops talking. “Hey guys, what’s going on?” “Um, nothing much. Just waiting for y/n to get back I guess. Where did you come from?” Rutger says and she fakes confusion, purposefully ignoring his last question. “who’s y/n?” “My girlfriend. You saw her last night at the party.” Jack says and she furrows her brows.

“Oh, her? I talked to her outside too, not very friendly.” “Yeah, you just have to get close to her. Unless you’re Rutger apparently.” Trevor sighs and Rutger lets out a little laugh “I don’t know, she really seemed like she didn’t like me.” “She might warm up to you eventually.” Jack cuts through shortly, not wanting to leave a space where she could talk negatively about you.

He thanks everything when he sees you walking back up to them, another smile gracing his lips. “Your mom is literally the best Hughes.” “Should I take offense to that or no?” He jokes and you shrug.

“Hi.” The girl sitting in your seat says and you nod your head back in greeting. “Can I get a hi too?” “Hi Travis.” “My name is Trevor!” Giggling, you let out a small ‘oops’ and Trevor knows for a fact you’re messing with him now.

The girl eyes you down carefully, as if she’s trying to pick out a flaw while you stand there and look at something on your phone.

“Oh shit, we gotta go. Promised Luke I’d go with him to watch a movie. You wanna come, babe?” “Nah, I’m good. I’m probably just gonna relax.” “I can go.” The girl says with an exaggerated ear piercing voice, and Jack can’t help but cringe. “Um, Luke said guys night only. Bye! Bye babe.” He kisses you goodbye before shoving rutger and Trevor out and away so the girl couldn’t question him.

You stand there and watch while the boys pull out of the driveway, waving a goodbye and seeing them drive off. Eventually, the boys leave and it’s just you and this mystery girl here.

You move to go back inside, and she follows you from a distance.

Walking into the kitchen, you take out a pack of strawberries and wash them off before grabbing a cutting board and beginning to cut them into pieces, trying your best to ignore the weird girl behind you.

“Do you even like Jack?” She questions and you pause before turning around to look at her. “Who are you?” You say, before turning back to your strawberries. “I’m Kianna. I live next door. I don’t think you’re a good fit for Jack.” “Good thing I don’t care what you think then, Kianna.” She huffs and you slide your diced strawberries into a cup, moving to take ice cream out of the freezer and scoop it into a bowl.

“That’s rude.” “It’s not rude, I don’t know who you are. Why would I care about what you think if I don’t know you?” You respond, and place your strawberries on your ice cream before leaving to go upstairs into Jacks room. “You don’t want to get to know me?” “Why would I want to get to know someone who’s trying to steal my man?”.

You can hear Ellen open the front door when you disappear up the steps and slow down so you can hear their conversation.

“Oh! Kianna, honey… what are you doing in here?” Ellen says and she freezes “um, I was talking to Jack’s girlfriend and she just went upstairs.” “Oh, y/n! Isn’t she great? I just love her so much, such a sweetheart! Jack’s just so in love with her too.” Ellen says and you can feel the awkwardness radiating off of Kianna. “U-um, Mrs. Hughes, I’m gonna head home now. Bye.” She mumbles before making her way out the door.

You snicker before walking up into Jacks room and turning on the latest episode of your favorite murder tv series.

You wake up to feel Jack laying down next to you, Arms wrapped around you and his body slightly squishing yours.

“Hey. Had a nice nap?” He buries himself into the back of your neck, smiling when he hears you giggling with a sigh.

“Was soo nice. You have fun at the movies with Luke and the others?” “Yeah. Was a great movie. Would’ve been better if you were there though.”

Silence is the only thing heard between you two. The tv doing all the talking you need to fill in the empty air.

“My mom said Kianna was in here earlier. She trouble you at all?” You roll onto your other side to face him properly and play with his hoodie. “Nah, she tried to intimidate me but it didn’t work.” “Intimidate you how?” “Tried telling me she didn’t think I was good for you or whatever, but I literally don’t even know that chick. Why would I care?”

Jack hums in agreement as he snuggles closer to you. “She’s just upset cause I’m not dating her. I’ve never liked her, but I’ve been nice because she’s like my summer neighbor or whatever.” You smile and nod in acknowledgment.

“I don’t care what she thinks. Like I said, I don’t know her.” “My mom secretly hates her too, but don’t tell her I told you that.” He whispers and you smile.

“I love you so much.” He mumbles into your neck and you sigh in contentment. “I love you too, J.” You two share a few kisses before you hear knocking on the door.

“Hey. Tell y/n her favorite Hughes brother just came home.” “Quinn!” “Hey! I’m here too!” “Shut up Luke!”

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svech and jack in the same picture😧🙏

Can't stop thinking about Captain John Price, your good friend's boyfriend, listening to you talk about how you are considering getting a guard dog, and he whole-heartedly agrees with you. John likes you, you're a fantastic friend to his dove and you're sweet, and sweet girls do need protection. So he nods along and tells you he'll look into getting you one, a big one to protect you.

Two weeks later, you're invited to your friend's house, her telling you days before that John might have gotten you a dog, so to prepare! She wasn't sure, he just hinted at it on the phone.

Tell me why, after knocking at your bestie's door, she opens kinda pale and awkward, maybe even a little bit annoyed, inviting you in. Instead of a proper, legit, literal dog, John introduces you to Simon Riley, who stands there awkwardly but tall and intimidating while your friend apologizes, calling her boyfriend an idiot. But John isn't an idiot. For a while now, he thought you'd be perfect for his Lt., this just a funny way to introduce you both. And the only thing that took Simon to agree (after a sharp yet bored no when firstly asked) was to send him a picture of you at a bar, smiling.

Extra:

"So... you come with a leash?" You joke with the tall man, whose eyes wrinkle in amusement. He has been more on the silent side although very atentive, his intense brown eyes on you all evening. Now that you were both alone at the balcony, abandoned by the two love-birds, you tried to ease the tension.

"I don't do leashes but I can pull a spiky collar." He smiles as you giggle. Hell, he felt relief that you did. Even happiness...

"Yeah, it would fit you."

"Yeah?" His voice was low and buttery. "What about a tag with your name on it?" He leans down a little, just enough in your personal bubble, and your stomach flipped. You felt your cheeks warm.

"Can it be heart shaped?" You stare prettily at him and all he can do is to snort to ease the tension.

"However you want it." His reply was quick, eager.

"Deal. But first take me on a proper date."

"Perfect." He smirks.

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Hii love your fics btw💗 and also could you please do an Eminem x Reader where his friends laugh at him and call him “whipped” but also lowkey happy for him

AN: Hi, I hope you like this! Thanks for the kind words x

“Have you not seen them together?” Porter called over to Fifty when he moved into the studio for the day’s session. He tapped away at his phone, scrolling through social media as he passed a confused look to him. “What are you on about?” Fifty hummed. “Marshall and Y/N.” Porter offered as he looked over to the clock as it ticked away. “No, I don't think I’ve met her yet.” Fifty hummed, placing his phone down as he turned his whole attention to him. “Oh, right, she’s coming here anyway.” Porter hummed, moving to play with his phone some more to pass the time.

~

“You okay?” Marshall whispered into your ear as he placed his arm around your shoulder, keeping you close from the harsh Detroit coldness. His cuddling nature easily returned when you were near. “Yes, baby.” You giggled, snuggling into his side. Marshall pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head and you happily leaned into it. Your hand moved to capture him as you played with his fingers. “Are you sure I’m fine to stay at the studio with you?” You couldn’t help but shyly ask. “Yeah, it’s my studio.” Marshall chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. A soft giggle escaped you at his answer as you both moved towards the building with him opening the door like a gentleman he was for you.

“Thank you.” You hummed, cheekily brushing against him as you moved inside. Those blues of his darkened slightly as you smirked. He tapped your arse as you both moved through the corridor and you couldn’t help but giggle some more. You could hear voices coming in through the studio and grew shy once more. Marshall played with your fingers as he opened the door for you once more and you ducked inside. You softly stroked his hand for comfort. “Yo, Em.” Fifty waved as soon as Marshall wandered into the room. Marshall moved from your side if only for a moment to wrap his arms around his friend. You smiled over at Porter before being engulfed by Fifty.

“Oh..hi.” You giggled as he tightened his hold before leaning away. “It’s nice to meet you.” Fifty smiled brightly. “You too.” You smiled, shyly as Marshall hovered over you as the two of them caught up with each other. You waved at Porter once more before moving to settle down on one of the many sofas dotted around the room. “Do you want anything?” Marshall softly called to you as he watched you settle whilst moving towards the booth. “I’m good,” You hummed, ducking your head as you noticed his friend’s look and you pulled your phone out. “Isn’t this cute.” Fifty muttered and threw a wink to Marshall who only gave him the middle finger.

You could only blush some more as you picked up the water bottle and began to sip whilst watching Marshall work. His voice was comforting even when he was rapping and swearing in every other line. You could listen to him, forever. You didn’t notice your eyes become heavier as your lashes fluttered and you rested your head in your hand. A soft yawn escaped you before sleep engulfed you. Your head moved to rest on the sofa as you curled on it. As you slept, Marshall’s eyes kept moving to you as he read from the lyrics before deciding to break as you rested. “Dude, we never get breaks.” Porter complained, silently as he watched Marshall move from the booth.

“Shut up.” Marshall hummed, reaching for a blanket as he gently placed it over you. His eyes softened completely as his finger moved over your cheek. “God, you are so whipped.” Fifty muttered from the opposite couch as he watched the display. “Shut up.” Marshall mumbled, but didn’t deny it as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips. Marshall missed the looks his two friends gave each other. A soft smile came over them as they witnessed Marshall so happy. And all because of you. Their friend really deserved some happiness in his life and finally he had found it. It was a long time coming, they thought to themselves whilst enjoying the sight in front of them, no matter how much they teased.

Marshall sat at the end of the sofa and gently placed your legs in his lap as he continued writing some lyrics. His hand stroked up and down your leg as he continued to work and enjoy your company, even like this. Time slowly ticked by with Marshall moving from you once again to record some more music as you slept away. “I’m glad you found her.” Fifty commented when it was time to leave. You had woken up just a couple of minutes ago and blushed sweetly as you realised you’d fallen asleep. Marshall looked up at his friend as his smile spread across his face, “Thanks man.” He looked back at you as you rubbed your eyes for a moment and fought against your yawn.

“You ready to go?” Marshall asked as your eyes moved to Porter and Fifty as they waved goodbye. “Yeah..” You whispered, leaning into his side. “How was it?” You asked as he leaned in to softly capture your sweet lips. “Got a bit of work done.” He hummed as you looped your arms around his neck with a soft smile playing on your face. You softly stroked the back of his neck whilst staying in his arms for a moment. “Sorry I fell asleep.” You whispered, blushing whilst ducking your head for a moment. “I’m glad you feel that comfortable.” Marshall pressed a sweet kiss to the top of your head as he answered. His hands moving up and down your sides and keeping you close.

“How about we get home..work on something else?” He purred, beard brushing against your soft cheek as he hotly kissed down to mouth at your neck. “Oh, like what?” You teased, knowing full well what he meant. “Didn’t you want a baby before the end of the year?” Marshall nibbled on your earlobe as a flood of pleasure came over you.

LETS START PRIDE MONTH WITH THESE TWO LOSERS!!!!!!!

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the girls are both finally retired

they’re just like me fr

Injured w/ the 141

It was bad. Really bad. They'd barely made it out with Soap intact. He was bleeding pretty heavily from his side. Ghost was driving the jeep back to base a breakneck speeds. Normally no one in their right mind would let Ghost drive, but today's situation was dire. He was following the chopper that was carrying Soap back to base. Gaz and Price were in the air, you and Ghost were in the jeep.

Every bump and rock in the road left the two of you bouncing in your seats. No one spoke. There wasn't anything for the two of you to talk about without worrying your heads off. As the chopper began to veer off the designated course, Ghost radioed up.

"Price, what the hell is going on up there?!" He snaps.

"Change of plans. Saint Florian's is gonna receive us. They've got a landing pad. It's clear." Price explains.

"Fuck." Ghost mutters, yanking the wheel of the jeep and speeding toward the highway. "Got it. Saint Florian's. London, right?"

"That's the one." Price responds before the radio crackles quietly. Unfortunately, the sound doesn't cut out before Soap's pained screams come through the line. "Fuck fuck fuck." Ghost mutters, swinging wide onto an entrance ramp, his foot to the floor as the jeep barrels onto the highway. It was a good thing it was late at night with only a few people on the road, or else Ghost would've hit them.

"Still got eyes on the chopper?" He asks you, his tone thick with anger and worry. You glance out your window, seeing the flashing lights in the sky.

"Yeah. I've got eyes on 'em. Picking up pace." You report back.

"Can't this piece of shit go any faster?!" Ghost barks, his palm slamming the steering wheel. You couldn't help him with that.

The drive into London was highly precarious. Your seat belt was locking up and you had a firm grip on the door handle to prevent being thrown around. The speeds you were going were not conducive to the health and safety of either of you.

"Ghost, it's forty kilometers an hour!" You say, plastered back into your seat.

"So?" He barks.

"So? You're doing Ninety!" You squeak.

"We've gotta get to Johnny." He says, his voice more intense than ever before. You didn't want to piss him off, so you stayed quiet. He was taking turns at speeds that you were certain put the jeep on two wheels.

The exit and turn to the hospital was a sharp one, and Ghost had the two of you barreling at sixty.

"Ghost, brakes!" You say. He doesn't respond. "Brakes!" You shriek, reaching over to hit him. But he was determined. Tires squealed as the jeep skidded around the corner. You thought you might make it, but then you were higher up than Ghost. And the car flipped and rolled. You weren't sure if the sound you heard was the wrending apart of metal, or your own screams.

The speed of the crash didn't hurt. It was the stop. You were thrown around, the jeep only coming to a stop when it wrapped itself around two concrete street posts. That's all you could remember before blacking out.

~

"Bloody hell, what do you mean two more?"

"Same insignia, Sir. In a jeep?"

"Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck Goddamnit not them." Heavy footsteps thundered into the room.

"Shit..." a soft breath came from beside your bed. You knew it from somewhere. "Where's Simon?" He snaps.

"The driver is in surgery. Nothing serious." It sounded like a flustered nurse.

"Good. Can't lose everyone in one day." He smelled of a sweet smoke. "Recovery room 112. Move her there."

"Sir, that room is for-"

"I know bloody fuckin well who it's for! Bring all of them in there." He orders.

"I'm not sure we can..."

"Figure it out! You get my damn soldiers in my sight or so help me I'll shut this damn building down!" Ah. There he was.

"Hey Captian..." You say, your voice raspy as your eyes flutter open. You're met with the concerned expression of one Captian John Price.

"Hey Darlin'." He says, his voice much softer now as he brushed your hair away from your face. "How ya feelin'?"

Your bed started to move, Price walking alongside you. You kept your eyes on him.

"Ah, like shit. So normal." You chuckle, but stop because it hurts your ribs. He chuckles too, a smile finally gracing his face.

"Good ta know. Glad yer okay. I need good news." He says. They wheeled you into a room and began to hook up your machines once more. Gaz had been pacing around when you came in.

"She's okay?" He asks urgently.

"Couple a' cracked ribs, fractured collarbone, scrapes n' gashes. No worse'n a bad mission." Price explains.

"Thank goodness." Gaz sighs in relief, plopping in a chair next to your bed. "Any news on the big guys?" He asks.

"Ghost is banged up, nothing life threatening. Still no news on Soap. Still in surgery." Price informs Gaz. Gaz sighs, his hands running through his hair. You noticed that both of them were in civilian clothes now, and must've had a chance to shower. Gaz had on a powder blue hoodie and beige pants. Price had on a olive green shirt and jeans. Of course he wasn't without his hat.

"I'm gonna go out for a smoke." Price mutters.

"Cap, you're gonna kill yourself. You've been chainsmokin' all night." Gaz mutters.

"Don' tell me what to do." Price snaps roughly.

"Price, stay here please." You mumble, reaching for his hand.

"Alrigh'. I'm here." He says softly, taking your had in his own, careful not to bump the IV. He sits down on the edge of your bed, making sure to place the button for the pain meds in your free hand. You were disoriented and in pain. You hated how vulnerable it made you feel. Price's thumb rubbed over the tops of your knuckles. "You're gonna heal up jus' fine love." He reassures you softly. You nod.

"Thanks, Price." You say softly, a smile gracing your tired and pained face. A soft snoring came from the chair next to you. Gaz must've fallen asleep. You were all exhausted and worried, so it made sense.

"Go back to sleep Darlin'. Your body needs rest. We'll all be here when you wake up." He reassures you.

You nod, drifting off with his hand in yours. You wake up several hours later to the rumble of wheels on another bed. You slowly blink the sleep from your eyes, sitting up as they bring Ghost in. His mask had been taken off to treat gashes on his face. He was still out cold, left leg wrapped up tight.

"He's so pretty..." You mumble, drugs still heavy in your brain. Price chuckles.

"That so Darlin?" He says, walking back over to rub your shoulder. "I'm sure he'd deny it. But I bet he'd love to hear it from you."

You laid there, watching the two of them for a moment before scooting over and patting the bed beside you.

"Lay down Cap." You mumble.

"I'm alright Darlin. You're shiverin' though. Cold?"

"Yeah, a little bit." You admit. He nods.

"I'll go get some blankets from the desk." He says. You smile at him. He had to keep busy and stay in control. That was your captian.

When he returns he has five soft blankets in hand. He pulls one over your shivering form. He covers Gaz and Ghost too before sitting down with his own, and having one left for Soap when he arrived.

The four of you were in and out of sleep for several hours. Price and Gaz taking care to press the button that delivered pain meds when you or Ghost began to writhe in your sleep. It was nearly a full day later when they brought Soap into the room. The four of you were awake. They had even been able to take you off of a lot of machines. The four of you were trying to get to Johnny's bedside quick as you could. He was still knocked out, but you needed to see him.

That was put on hold as soon as Ghost stood up. His injured leg gave out immediately and he smacked into the ground.

"Ghost!" You cry, reaching for him. Gaz beats you to it, pulling Ghost back up onto the edge of the bed.

"Fuckin hell." Ghost mumbles. You fuss over his leg, and Price and Gaz check in on Soap.

He was still out cold as Gaz and Price checked him over, making sure he would be okay.

It took much explaining from several doctors before anyone was convinced that Soap would make a recovery. But once it was clear, huge weights had been lifted off everyone's shoulders. You all took a moment and spoke quietly to the still unconscious Soap, letting him know that everyone would be there for him.

As sleep crept in again, you found yourself curled up with Ghost, both of you nursing injuries. And Price and Gaz were sharing what used to be your bed. Everything hurt right now, but in the end, it would be okay.

~End