#[ shut UP HUGH 💥💥💥💥💥💥 ]

[bb-drayster]

so do you like death note,,,

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[cyberhughes]

hey bartender! congrats on the milestone. can i get a rum and coke #2 with quinn, please? put it on my tab 💳💥💳💥

cyberhughes 200 follower special ⋆ .˚

rum & coke coming up!!

prompt #2: "kiss me."

warnings: swearing, asshole quinn :(

thank you thank you!! i hope you enjoy this...quinn angst is gonna do it for me every time, like holy shit my heart ACHED writing this. guys also i just realized after i made this the aesthetic is lowkey giving twilight and mordecai dkm💀

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everything felt frozen. your hands, your face, time, your heart. yet here you were at quinn's door step, pounding on the front door as the rain poured heavily down on you. maybe this wasn't a good idea, you could catch a cold, or get your heart broken.

your day had started off great, having completed your to do list you had been putting off for weeks. you felt accomplished, so you decided to relax for the rest of the evening, taking a hot shower and preparing a snack before laying on your couch and scrolling through social media. it was when you scrolled through twitter that you could feel your stomach ache, and heart break.

the door creaked open, revealing quinn with tousled hair and dark bags under his eyes. "y/n? what are you doing here? it's 2:30 am." he spoke with a hint of annoyance. you knew he had early morning practice, so what the hell were you doing here?

he couldn't notice the tears that were streaming down your face, to him you were just an idiot standing in the rain.

you felt your heartbeat increase, adrenaline coursing through you. "why her?" was all you could get out, voice shaky as you tried to keep yourself from throwing up.

"why who? what the hell are you talking about-"

"you know what i'm talking about quinn." you gritted your teeth, watching his brows furrow in confusion. "everyone's seen the picture." you alluded and he poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue as he realized what you were talking about.

the picture of him and her. the girl with the shiny blonde hair that you envied with all your being. of course everyone's seen the picture, the picture of quinn hughes, captain of the canucks getting caught nearly fucking some mystery girl in an alleyway.

"you can't be serious y/n" he scoffed, "why are you upset about that? it’s not like i’m your boyfriend." you could feel your heart sink as he brushed off your feelings, was he really being like this? "you know we're just friends."

hearing that last sentence from him made something inside you switch, you could feel all the sadness in you morph into anger.

"just friends quinn? you've sent me flowers, you get mad when another man comes near me, you..." you looked into his eyes as you trailed off, unable to find any emotion in them. "you took my fucking virginity and told me you loved me." you choked out.

"you can't hold this shit i said when we were just fucking against me." he pinched the bridge of his nose, inhaling. he was too tired for this right now.

just fucking.

you were just fucking. that's all you were to him, a lovesick fuck buddy? he knew you were head over heels for him, and he took advantage of it. using you to get out the stress that he couldn't take out on the ice.

"kiss me." you blurted, your mouth acting before your brain could think. "kiss me and show me you don't love me then." he stared at you with dark eyes, and you felt as if he was stabbing daggers into your heart.

he took a step closer to you and your breath hitched. the porch light shining on his features, god he was beautiful. he moved his hands to cup your face and you shut your eyes, waiting to feel his lips on yours.

you could feel the warmth of his breath as he ghosted his lips over yours. your heart was pounding so hard that you thought it might break your ribs.

"i don't love you." he whispered and your eyes fluttered open in confusion, feeling the comforting warmth of his hands on your cheeks disappear as he backed away.

he stared at you with what looked to be hatred in his eyes. to him you were a burden, just another clingy girl that he could soon toss away.

hot tears streamed down your face as you pleaded, watching him step back into the warmth of his home, not caring that you would be left in the freezing rain.

"i've never loved you."