NHL & Umich fics

soft side -J.H

Jack Hughes x Daughter!reader 

The drive to the lake house was quiet, save for the hum of the engine and the occasional rustle of Y/N turning the pages of her picture book. I glanced in the rearview mirror, watching her small frame bundled up in her car seat, completely absorbed in the vibrant illustrations. Her world was a cocoon of safety and quiet. 

Y/N was born just a few months before the pandemic hit, and as the world shut down, our lives cocooned together. Her mother and I parted ways shortly after her birth, and since then, it had been just the two of us. I had gotten used to her soft-spoken nature, the way she'd cling to my leg when meeting new people, her whispers only meant for my ears. 

Arriving at the lake house brought a wave of nostalgia. This place had been our summer retreat since I was a kid. Now, it would be the backdrop for Y/N's first real foray into the larger world of my friends and family. I parked the car and turned to face her. "Ready to meet Uncle Quinn and everyone else?" I asked, trying to mask my own apprehension. She nodded, her big eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of nervousness

Quinn was the first to greet us, his surprise evident when he saw Y/N shyly peeking from behind my legs. "Jack, hey! And this must be Y/N," he said, crouching to her level. She pressed closer to me, her little hand gripping my jeans. "It's okay, sweetheart," I murmured, lifting her into my arms. "This is Uncle Quinn. He's really nice, I promise."

Over the next few days, the house filled with laughter and noise as more friends arrived. Each one of them took turns trying to engage with Y/N, but she'd always retreat to the safety of my arms or hide behind me. The guys seemed taken aback by how gentle and patient I was with her, a side of me they weren't used to seeing.

"Man, Jack, you've really got the dad thing down," Trevor remarked one evening as we sat by the fire pit. Y/N was nestled in my lap, her head resting against my chest as she dozed off. "I've never seen you like this. It's kind of incredible."

I smiled, looking down at my sleeping daughter. "She's my world, Trev. Everything I do is for her. It's different, but it's the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Y/N began to open up, little by little. She'd sit by the water's edge with Quinn, watching him skip stones, or quietly hand over her stuffed bunny for Luke to play with. My friends were patient, giving her space while gently encouraging her to join in.

One afternoon, as the sun dipped low, we all gathered for a barbecue. Y/N, to everyone's surprise, walked over to Trevor and handed him a flower she had picked. "For you," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the crackling fire. Trevor's eyes widened, and he accepted the flower with a beaming smile. "Thank you, Y/N. This is beautiful."

should i write more x daughter!reader or no?