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new year’s day | quinn hughes x musician!reader

read part 4 here

♫ summary: quinn and y/n wrap up their trip in new jersey and head back to vancouver for the holidays. they host a party for new year’s.

♫ pairing: quinn hughes x reader

♫ content: fluff

♫ word count: 1.9

♫ warnings: none

♫ note: surprise! part 5

♫ taglist: @verycoolusername1 @luvoblivixus @tomskookie @leclerc-drives-in-circles @dream-girl06 @skepvids @how-what-why-huh @devilinpradaheels @r0wdymaize86 @summert158 @lolatokki @captainhuggys @camiesully @sarcasm-and-stiles @kkmstblog

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“y/n, you’re my favorite girl that quinn has dated.”

“that many?”

“no, but you’re certainly the best.”

“thanks, ellen.”

“can i give you some wisdom?”

“i’m all ears.”

“raising kids is a big responsibility. everything you do affects who the child grows up to be. you feed them, clean them, dress them, carry them, until they don’t need you to do that. but, no matter what, they always need you to love them. when they get old enough, they need someone else to love them as well. someone who loves them unconditionally. and you learn that your child can be as happy as they were when they were seven and didn’t have to work and pay taxes.”

“that is wise.”

“you’re that person for quinn, y/n. when he’s with you, that boy smiles as much as he did when he got to skate on a pond during recess.”

“really?”

“ear to ear.”

ellen leaned over to hug y/n. “i’m so blessed to have a daughter like you.”

“i’m just quinn’s girlfriend,” y/n said, wiping away a stray tear.

“please keep taking care of my boy.”

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆

“bye, jack. bye, lukey.”

luke pulled y/n into a bear hug, his chin on her head. he was crying. “don’t leave.”

“i have to, lukey. quinn would be sad if i stayed.”

“you’re the best sister ever.”

“aw, rusty, don’t make me cry.”

“sorry.”

quinn cleared his throat. “luke, i kinda need my girlfriend back.”

“bye, lukey.”

��see ya, y/n.”

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆

quinn finished putting the last of the suitcases in the trunk of the taxi, then slid into the backseat next to y/n.

“you good, babe?” he just leaned against her, head slumped on her shoulder. his fingers entwined with hers. he squeezed her hand once, twice, and a third time.

“quinn?”

“i love you.”

“i love you too.”

“you’re mine, right?”

“of course, quinny. i love you.”

“’m tired.”

“me too.”

“gonna sleep now. night night.”

“goodnight, my handsome man.”

he fell asleep on her shoulder, snoring gently. she ran a hand through his hair, her fingers tangling in his locks.

“all tuckered out, huh?”

quinn said nothing, as he was asleep.

it had been a fun trip. jack and luke greeted y/n with open arms, as did jim and ellen. they went to dinner, the mall, even played mini golf. it was the perfect christmas. quinn had gotten her her dream trumpet, the yamaha platinum. she was still in shock over that. it was her dream trumpet like a bugatti might be someone’s dream car. a dream, a very expensive dream. a $125k solid platinum top of the line dream. when she mentioned the price, he just shrugged and said, “there’s nothing i wouldn’t pay to see you smile.”

“baby, we’re home.”

quinn sputtered awake. she paid the driver while he got the bags from the trunk.

“thank you!”

they walked hand in hand into the building. as soon as they were in the elevator, y/n collapsed in quinn’s arms.

“you’re so warm. teddy bear.”

“do i prefer that or huggy bear?”

“my bear.”

he rubbed her back as she buried her face in his chest. “i’m your bear, huh?”

“so cuddly.”

“c’mon angel, let’s get inside.”

she unlocked the door to their apartment. quinn set their bags down by the door and hugged y/n.

“please don’t leave.”

“i’m not leaving.”

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆

“morning, quinny.”

“morning, angel.”

he pulled her closer, kissing her forehead. “you’re so beautiful.”

“i have a bedhead!”

“don’t care. gorgeous.”

“you simp.”

“for my amazing w- girlfriend? of course.”

they laid there in perfect silence, with the morning sun sifting through the blinds.

“ready for tonight?”

he groaned. “do we have to?”

“yes, quinn. you’re a captain and i’m a principal.”

“what if we say i got sick?”

“you want tocchet to think you’re sick?”

“oh, you’re so right. how did i find such a smart girl?”

“i ask myself that too.”

she stood up, stepping into her slippers.

“where are you going?”

“we’re hosting a party, quintin. excuse me for wanting to decorate.”

“but i want cuddles.”

“you can get cuddles once the apartment looks nice.”

“you’re evil.”

“c’mon, big guy,” she said, pulling him out of bed.

“coffee, then decorating.”

“i’ll allow it.”

quinn went into the closet to find a shirt. y/n went to the kitchen to make coffee. her type a self made sure the apartment was always clean, so the only task today was decorating. but that could wait. breakfast with her quinn always takes priority.

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆

it was 7:30pm and y/n was stressed, to say the least. the apartment had been decorated with black and gold, balloons were strewn around the living room. there was a little photo station and a disco ball hanging from the ceiling. she had set up little candles on the table. confetti poppers had been purchased, as had rosé and champagne.

“quinn, how do i look?”

“stunning.”

“you say that every time!”

“it’s true! you’ve never looked bad!”

“quinn, we’re about to have all of our colleagues here. i need an honest answer.”

quinn just stared. she did look stunning. her hair was styled in soft waves, her lips painted a deep wine red. her lashes were long and thick and her eyelids were a warm gold. her black dress hugged her just right, the skirt flowing and swishing.

“you look great.”

“great isn’t good enough.”

“angel, you look phenomenal. i can’t describe with words how good you look. i know you don’t believe me, but seriously, would i lie to you? about this?”

“no.”

“exactly. you look beautiful. i’m very lucky to call you mine.”

“thanks, quinn. i needed that.”

“anytime.”

he puts his hands on her waist and leaned in for a kiss, only for her to push him away.

“need the lipstick to stay intact.”

“but we need to practice for midnight.”

“i can’t say no to those eyes.”

“so don’t.”

she leaned in and kissed him. “i love you, quinn.”

“i love you too.”

they stayed in their embrace for about ten minutes, until guests started arriving. members of the vso and the canucks filed into the apartment, excited for a night of fun.

what a magical night it was. drinks were flowing, music was blaring, y/n had to run to the store to buy more film for her polaroid, fireworks could be seen just out the window.

y/n came back inside, with a few boxes of film. she set them over by the photo booth and tried to find quinn in the crowd. then, she heard his laugh. that gorgeous laugh. the laugh she could recognize anywhere. quinn’s laugh. he was standing with petey by the shelves. he had a glass of champagne in hand and was grinning like an idiot.

he quickly abandoned petey once he made eye contact. his cheeks were flushed and he stumbled like a fawn as he walked to y/n.

“heyyy gorgeuos.”

“hi, quinn.”

“you knoww my nmae?”

“of course i do.”

“yuo got a man?”

“yes, i do.”

“he deos’nt haev to know.”

“quinn, you’re drunk.”

“no, im qiunn.”

nora and kennedy came over to y/n, also drunk. “y/n, it’s almost midnight!”

“good. loverboy here is up past his bedtime.”

“quinn, how many fingers am i holding up?” nora asked. quinn waved at her.

“what time is it?”

“11:58”

time seemed to slow down a little, letting y/n think. what a crazy year it had been. it didn’t feel like she’d been with quinn for that long. they met in the spring. she was his girlfriend when he got the norris. she was his girlfriend for training camp. she was his girl at the home opener and the season’s beginning. she was there, snuggling him before morning skate and he was there, backstage with flowers. every loss, every wrong note, every morning and midnight, they were there. when he got high sticked, she was ready with love and her famous cookies. when he got ejected, she emailed tausk and was on the next flight to ottowa. every high and low, every smile and frown. each missed shot and each high note.

and there was no one else she’d rather share that with.

the clock struck 12:00 and quinn leaned in, placing a sloppy, drunk kiss on her lips. it was the sweetest, most romantic thing he could’ve done.

“i lvoe you, y/n.”

“i love you too.”

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆

y/n woke up in quinn’s arms, his warm chest pressed flush against her back.

“good morning, quinny.”

“good morning, angel.”

“you’re so warm.”

“can’t let you freeze.”

“did you have fun last night?”

“i think i did. can’t remember anything.”

“yeah, cause you were drunk.”

“that bad?”

“quinn, you asked if i had a boyfriend.”

“oh.”

“then said he didn’t have to know.”

“i guess it’s good that you didn’t cheat on me with drunk me.”

“you’re so silly.”

he kissed her, his lips soft and inviting.

“c’mon romeo, let’s go clean.”

“do we have to?”

“wanna do it later?”

he looked away.

“exactly. c’mon.”

they stumbled out of bed together and went into the living room. there was glitter and confetti left over from the poppers. at some point in the night, the (extinguished) candles had fallen off the table, smearing wax on the hardwood. polaroids were scattered near the photo station. y/n squatted down and picked one up. it was her and quinn, kissing like the rest of the world didn’t exist. at the bottom, in quinn’s messy scrawl was a heart with both of your initials.

she turned to quinn, who was picking up the empty bottles that had moved throughout the apartment.

“baby, come look at this.”

he came over and knelt down next to her. “you look so happy.”

“why wouldn’t i be?”

“true.”

he shifted so he was only on one knee. “i love you, y/n.”

“i love you too, quinn.”

“no, y/n, i love you.”

“i love you too.”

he pulled a small velvet box out from the pocket of his sweatpants. “i figured now’s a good a time as any.”

“quinn…”

“y/n, you’ve been with me for so much. with so much changing, you’re my biggest constant. i knew from the moment i read your name in the concert program that i loved you, and that gets reaffirmed every day. i’ve never met anyone who loves me quite like you do. no one who snuggles me in the mornings like you do, no one who kisses me like you do. other girls i’ve been with kissed me like a job, you kiss me like i’m your respirator. my brothers call you their sister. my parents call you their daughter. and i want to call you my wife, if you’ll have me.”

“quinn, are you serious?”

“so serious.”

“yes, of course, i’ll marry you!”

he slid the ring onto her finger and hugged her. they fell to the floor in a shower of giggles and kisses.

“i love you, y/n.”

“i love you, quinn.”

“i love you so much.”

“i love you more.”

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to everyone asking for a luke hughes college au

college aus are kinda crazy. they would not be doing all that. There's midterms

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SUNSET DREAMS ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

kageyama tobio x afab!reader

╰┈➤ part of house of solis occasum’s summer fic exchange for @mcdonaldsnumberone !

synopsis: The tall, raven-haired surf instructor catches your attention during a private surfing lesson with your friends but due to circumstances, there was no space for small talk. Later that afternoon, you cross paths once again at a beach club—a sign from the universe to grab the opportunity, and get to know him better. This quickly leads to a turn of events where you both end up naked in bed, and eager to explore each other’s bodies but there’s just one thing though, he’s a virgin.

content warning: beach au, surf instructor!/surfer!kageyama, poor depiction of surfing, bartender!hinata cameo, alcohol use, awkward flirting, i am making kags PATHETIC, summer fling/beach romance, nsfw, smut (mdni), virgin!kageyama, bottom!kageyama, top!reader, virginity loss (m), porn without plot, handjob, cum eating, unprotected s*x, creampie, multiple orgasms (m), not beta read.

word count: 6.3k

notes: eeeeep it’s my first time writing for mr tobio but i absolutely had fun !! i hope you enjoy mac :3 divider: cafekitsune.

The scorching sun amongst the cerulean skies kissed your warm skin, the scent of salt, and sea lingered in the air as a summer breeze blew by; sounds of heavy waves from the crystalline water, and distant chatters from avid beach goers filled your senses. It was hot, and humid with no ivory clouds in sight—the perfect formula for a quick summer getaway. The beach buzzed with liveliness; colourful hues of towels, and essentials laid upon the white sand, kids with plastic buckets, and shovels eagerly building sand castles, surfers chasing the endless azure waves beneath the blazing sun.

Just the sight of swells had your heart thumping with adrenaline rush, a vivid imagery of yourself attempting to ride the waves formulated in your mind. You’ve never tried surfing before but today was the perfect time to do so—a completely out of the blue suggestion by one of your friends, not that you were complaining. It was always nice to try new things, anyway.

“How do I look? Did I put on too much sunscreen?”

A saccharine voice to your left reeled you back to reality; looking over at the owner of the voice, an emerald gaze stared right back, her eyes sparkling beneath the searing rays of the sun. Scanning your friend’s face for any white cast from the sunscreen, you shook your head, and smiled, “You look fine, Alisa.” Taking your word for it, she mirrored your smile before placing her sunnies over her eyes. You, and three friends were clad in a rental jet black skin tight wetsuit provided by the surf school, preparing for today’s private beginner lesson.

You weren’t going to lie, the thought of braving the waves made your heart pound from nervousness, and excitement but seeing as you were going to experience this foreign activity with your friends—who also haven’t tried it before—it put you at ease; you just hoped the instructor was could somewhat save you if you happen to fall off the surfboard, and onto the warm waters beneath.

Speaking of the instructor, Hitoka spoke up, a subtle devious smile on her face as she worked her hands on her flaxen strands, deftly tying it up in a low ponytail, “I bet our instructor is hot.” This earned silent chuckles from the rest of you, shaking your heads at the blonde who just shrugged in response. “Laugh at me all you want now but if I’m right, you owe me a free drink at the beach club later.”

Playfully rolling your eyes at her newfound determination, you waved a dismissive hand at your friend, mirroring her smile,

“Sure, whatever helps you—”

“I’m so sorry for the wait, everyone! I’ll be your surfing instructor for today.” A dulcet voice cut your sentence short, it belonged to a tall man clad in a wetsuit—he looked to be around your age. Blinking twice up at him, your eyes raked his physique up, and down before taking in his handsome beauty—cropped raven hair that framed his face, and the sharp gaze of his dark blue eyes were the cherry on top; a blend of an innocent yet sultry appeal. He emanated a subtle intimidating aura, especially paired with his looming height but his voice was as soft as the first rays of the early morning, something you could get used to hearing everyday.

You were already considering buying Hitoka that free drink because god was he fucking hot—the skin tight surf suit did not leave much to one’s imagination with the way it hugged his lean build; dips, and curves of his muscles accentuated by the waterproof fabric. It was beyond shameless to ogle your instructor because you’ve completely missed his name, instead, your eyes were focused on the way his muscular legs shifted as he leaned his weight from one bare foot to another.

Next thing you knew, his sharp gaze was on you, an expectant look on his handsome face. Snapping out of your trance, you hesitantly looked to the side—at your friends—clearly unaware of what was going on, ‘Your name. He’s asking for your name.’ Kiyoko mouthed. Letting out a sound of realisation, you smiled up at the instructor, and introduced yourself, ignoring the sudden warmth that crept up the column of your neck, and to your cheeks.

After brief introductions were out of the way, the five of you headed down to the beach—surfboards securely tucked beneath an arm—to start off today’s lesson. Hitoka fell into a step next to you, hissing at the white scorching sand beneath her bare feet, angling your face over to her, you spoke up, “Hey, what was our instructor’s name again? I didn’t catch it earlier.” She looked at you, that devious smile back in its place, brows furrowed, free hand shielding her sweaty face from the blinding sun, “Why? Too busy ogling his hotness?”

Yes. But you weren’t going to tell her that—god, no, she’d never live it down because she was right.

You mustered your best uninterested expression, however, the corners of your lips were itching to curl upwards at her blatant teasing, clearly hitting the nail on the head. Hitoka briefly returned the same deadpan expression, narrowing her chestnut eyes at you before letting out a sigh of defeat, “Kageyama Tobio. Full name, even.” She snickered before going on to complain about the hot sand, and the equally hot summer weather.

“Kageyama Tobio.” You muttered underneath your breath, satisfied at how it easily rolled off your tongue—little did you know, you were going to be moaning it out like a shameless common whore hours later, as though it was made for your tongue only.

As the group neared the deserted azure waters, the scent of salt grew stronger; the sound of small waves crashing on the shoreline filled your ears as you came to a halt just a few ways from the water. Kageyama started the lesson by skilfully explaining the safety guidelines, surfing etiquette, and basic techniques; you tried your best to listen in on the briefing since this was a crucial part of the lesson but his dulcet voice slowly faded along with distant noises from the background as you stared up at his face.

Your eyes gently traced over every dip, and curve of Kageyama’s features, lips parted in slight awe, completely lost in his serene beauty as the late morning sun casted a warm glow upon his skin. This has never happened before—sure, you’ve stumbled upon other jaw-dropping faces in the past that had your heart skipping a beat or two but this was different, you were shamelessly drawn to him; as though you were a moon affected by gravitational attraction, falling into an orbit around a planet named Kageyama Tobio. Though, you mostly chalked up your absentmindedness to nerves taking root deep beneath your skin, as each minute grew closer to hitting the swells of the vast ocean.

After getting thoroughly briefed through safety measures, and basic techniques—such as paddling, popping up, and maintaining balance—the next part of the lesson was getting into the water. Despite your heart pounding with nervousness, paddling wasn’t too bad, the coolness of the wavy waters calmed your nerves a tad bit—a daring contrast from the scorching sun directly above your head.

Fortunately for you, Kageyama was amazing at his job—even though the group practised on shallow waters with small waves, getting the hang of popping up, and maintaining balance on the board was tricky, and he was there to ensure an easy experience for you. The feeling of Kageyama’s firm grip around the back of your thigh had your heart hammering as he supported your weight, gently guiding you to stand up on the board,

“Good! You’re a natural. Remember to keep your knees bent—that’s it.” His praise went straight to your legs, knees slightly buckling; it absolutely caught you off guard, almost losing balance but luckily, you didn’t let up, and tried your best to navigate through the small wave.

The lesson carried on for another hour—it went smoothly despite unceremoniously falling into the water a couple of times with your friends but this earned you several words of encouragement from your instructor which definitely did not have you pressing your legs together; god, you just hoped Kageyama didn’t notice with the amount of times you’ve done it throughout the span of the lesson—you’d rather willingly drink the salty sea water instead.

It was already late afternoon, and the summer sun was beginning to set; blue skies turned into hues of cotton candy pink, and pastel orange which casted a vibrant warm glow over the beach, as though it was a scene from a movie. The group leisurely walked along the stretch of the beach, heading for the beach club mentioned earlier. The three indulged themselves in a mellow conversation, raving about their newfound surfing skills, your mind, on the other hand, wandered elsewhere.

Gaze locked on the warm sand beneath as moments from the lesson vividly replayed in your head; you could still feel the warmth of Kageyama’s palm against your clothed skin, the way his fingers ever so slightly dug into your body whenever you wobbled a little.

As if the universe somewhat knew the truth of your mind, Hitoka exclaimed, “Hey! Isn’t that our instructor from earlier?” At the mention of him, your head shot up, eyes following the direction of her pointed finger; as your gaze shifted all the way to the sparkling waters, you recognized Kageyama’s familiar physique.

There he was in his own world, propped up on his surfboard, deftly riding the afternoon waves. As expected from a pro surfer, Kageyama’s body moved with such accuracy, and intricateness as though he was the one controlling the water—clad only in black board shorts, he looked absolutely divine beneath the sunset skies, the golden glow of the sun bouncing off his bare torso.

“He was a little too intense for me, if I’m being honest.” Alisa momentarily stared at him before shifting her gaze. “Really? He seemed fine to me. Just a little stiff.” Kiyoko responded, brows subtly furrowed as though she was in deep thought; this earned a hum of agreement from Hitoka before rambling on about how intense Kageyama’s gaze was.

Hm, you must be the odd one out because in your eyes, his personality was warm, albeit, a little awkward, and blunt but despite that, it was manageable—hell, you even enjoyed his praises no matter how flat or awkward his tone was.

The conversation carried over to the beach club located along a tranquil coastline; greeted with a mix of elegance, and topical accents, you scanned the place in awe—wooden cabanas draped with ivory curtains, and outdoor sunbeds lined the white sands which overlooked the still, azure waters. Apart from the ocean itself, the pool was also an option to swim in, offering a mini bar that you had your eyes set on.

Kiyoko, and Alisa decided to explore other amenities of the club whereas Hitoka opted to lounge at a sunbed, wanting to catch a glimpse of the sun setting behind the horizon, and as for you, your feet were already taking you to the mini bar situated by the pool. After that lengthy, exhausting lesson, all you needed right now was a little alcohol to wash down thoughts about a certain surfer that plagued your mind.

Tropical beats spilled from the speakers, creating a lively atmosphere for its patrons to enjoy; luckily, the poolside wasn’t too congested, and you were able to secure a vacant stool. Opting for the farthest corner in the outdoor bar, your eyes thoroughly scanned the miniature, azure pamphlet on the counter which contained a curated list of cocktails, and other beverages to indulge oneself in.

“If you’re having trouble choosing a drink, I highly suggest our signature cocktail ‘Sunset Dreams’! I can turn it into a mocktail if you’re not interested in alcohol.”

Looking up from the menu, and at the owner of the buoyant voice from behind the counter, you were greeted with a radiant smile that reached his eyes as though he was the epitome of sunshine; his spiky, orange hair that mirrored hues of the sky were not easy to miss, standing out against the neutral colours of his clothes—a beige linen button up shirt that had a few buttons loose, paired with ivory shorts.

The man held a metallic cocktail shaker, vigorously shaking it above his shoulder with both hands a few times before pouring its contents into a chilled highball glass, and sliding it over to a customer just a few seats down.

“So! What would it be for you?” He tapped the counter, returning in front of you before slightly leaning forward; he had an expectant look in his doe, chestnut brown eyes—a look which one, including yourself, couldn’t help but adore. You caught a glimpse of a small, golden nametag glimmering against the beige of his shirt—bold, ivory letters read ‘SHOYO’.

You contemplated his suggestion for a moment, “Okay. I think I’ll try the signature cocktail.” This earned a gleeful expression from the bartender, eagerly nodding at your choice of drink, “Good, good! You’re gonna love it! I’m Shoyo, your bartender for the night. If you need anything, just call out my name, and I’ll be there!” He pointed a finger at his name tag before working on the signature cocktail.

Smiling to yourself, you felt at ease being serviced by such a lively individual; Shoyo cheerfully greeted, and bid customers goodbye every now, and then—you subtly watched him do his job though he was part of a live entertainment.

A few minutes later, Shoyo sets a pretty, gradient cocktail before you, “One Sunset Dreams for you. Enjoy! Call me over if there’s anything you need!” Giving the bartender a warm thanks, you admired the beverage, it imitated colours of the sunset—a vibrant hue of red sitting on the base which gradually faded into a light cotton candy pink topped with two cherries on a swizzle stick, and a straw.

You didn’t hesitate to pull your phone out, and quickly snap a few photos to send to the group chat, instantly earning a thread of replies from Hitoka gushing about how amazing it looked. Before you could properly take a sip of your cocktail, Shoyo’s radiant voice filled your ears as he greeted an oncoming customer,

“Heeey, Kageyama! I haven’t seen you all week!”

At the mention of the surfer’s name, your ears unabashedly perk up. Sure, there were probably thousands—if not hundreds—of other Kageyamas out there but you only knew one person with that name, and he happened to be standing just two seats away from where you sat. His raven strands were damp, glistening beneath the golden sunset rays; he donned a plain white tee, and blue boardshorts which had no business making your heart pound like crazy.

The chances of meeting Kageyama here weren’t exactly slim given his job but you didn’t entirely expect to meet him here, let alone make friends with the beach club’s lively bartender—you didn’t make him out to be a person to regularly attend places like this.

As if he sensed your curious gaze, Kageyama looked to the side, navy blue eyes meeting your own. You waved—you fucking waved at him like he was an old friend who was here to meet with you; embarrassment gnawed at your skin, warmth creeping up from the sides neck of your neck, and onto your cheeks, resembling small, sharp kisses.

To your surprise, Kageyama dipped his chin in return before sauntering over to the vacant seat beside yours. “You two know each other?” Shoyo mused, brown eyes shifting between you, and Kageyama. The latter bluntly shook his head before pointing a thumb at you, “Had them for a beginner’s class earlier today.” You nodded at Kageyama’s reply.

“Also, just the usual mocktail for me.” The taller male added, taking a seat next to you, completely catching you off guard—you didn’t expect him to actually sit next to you but hey, maybe this was the universe’s sign to get to know the man better; how? You were about to find out for yourself. Shoyo returned a bright response, saluting at his friend before getting to work.

Despite the lively atmosphere of the poolside with distant chatters, and soft beats playing on the speakers, the air between you, and Kageyama turned awkward pretty quickly. Talk to him. Talk to him. Talk to him, your mind screamed but all you could do at the moment was take a long sip of your cocktail—maybe getting a bit of liquid courage would help you in this dire situation, after all, as they said, a little goes a long way.

Awkwardly clearing your throat, you spoke up, “So . . What made you interested in surfing?” Good. This was a good conversation starter; you mentally gave yourself a pat on the back for quickly coming up with a question before the atmosphere got too silent, and uncomfortable to talk in. Kageyama met your eyes, cool gaze bringing an icy shiver down your spine; his dulcet voice engulfed your ears as he explained about his love for the sport.

Surprisingly, he had a whole lot to say about surfing—not that you were complaining, you listened to every word that slipped past his lips. You keenly watched how his relaxed expression gradually turned into something more passionate the more he talked about his job—eyes gleaming with pure enthusiasm, and the corners of his lips subtly curling upwards, it was adorable.

“Sorry. Did I bore you? I kind of went on a tangent there.” Kageyama sheepishly scratched his nape. “No, not at all! It was interesting to hear about it, really . . I think you’re really cute.”

Oh god.

Oh my fucking god. That wasn’t supposed to slip out.

Now would be a really good time for the ground to swallow you whole. Though, the only thing swallowing you whole was embarrassment, and to make matters worse, Kageyama wordlessly blinked at you with the most blank expression known to man—you were unsure whether it didn’t phase him at all or he just decided to ignore your blatant flirting altogether. Whatever the reason was, you were better off not knowing.

You could practically see the gears turning in his head as soon as the sentence slipped out. Though, in Kageyama’s defence, he didn’t know whether you were flirting with him or plainly just complimenting him—sure, he also found you cute but would it be weird if he said it back, and you just meant yours as a compliment, nothing more?

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Kageyama was overthinking this whole conversation a little too much, he needed to give a response before it becomes unbearably awkward—

“Oh—um, thanks . . I think you’re cute too.” He practically mumbled the last part of his sentence but whatever, he wasn’t going to repeat it again, not when his cheeks turned awfully warm, and his heart skipped a beat or two. Kageyama tried his best to break eye contact but god he just couldn’t; he found your eyes beautiful, the way they shone beneath the warm glow of the sunset.

Maybe you were just being extremely delusional but did you hear Kageyama’s words correctly? He thinks you’re cute as well? Nonetheless, it gave you a boost of confidence, an invitation to shoot your shot, and see wherever it takes you. The raven-haired man subtly squirmed in his seat, deep blue eyes boring into your own; a small blanket of pink coating his cheeks

Was it just him or it felt really, really hot today? Even though the sun had dipped into the horizon, Kageyama felt like he was right beneath its scorching rays—all of a sudden his body felt uncomfortably hot, he felt sharp prickles kissing down his neck, and onto his chest. Kageyama had never felt this hot, and bothered under someone’s presence before—not to mention the growing sensation deep in his core. He felt pathetic, really, being all turned on from just a little flirting; if your words affected him this much, Kageyama wondered how he’d act underneath your touch.

Nope. Nope. Nope. Not the appropriate thought to think about right now.

He mentally cursed his mind for wandering to such impure thoughts rather too quickly because clearly it did nothing but further fuel the shameful feeling growing inside him—carnal desire. Oh, this was absolutely embarrassing on his end, it hasn’t even been at least ten minutes in your presence, and yet he’s getting needier by the minute.

Earlier, Kageyama was lucky enough that he was engrossed in the lesson, and therefore wasn’t too distracted by your presence—all he got was a pounding heart whenever he held your clothed body but that was just about it. Plus, Kageyama wasn’t one to muck around during his job since the safety of the class depended on him, he couldn’t afford some petty distraction, even if it meant pushing down his innocent feelings.

Though, Kageyama wondered if the feelings he had right now could be even called innocent.

As the raven-haired male squirmed in his seat once again, you caught a glimpse of the growing hardness between his thighs, the thin fabric of his shorts did so little to hide the tent at the apex of his legs—you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t admit to squeezing your legs at the sight.

It was barely above a whisper but Kageyama heard it just fine, a faint ‘I can help you with that.’

Maybe it was the alcohol talking but truthfully, you haven’t even finished your glass of cocktail, and it wasn’t even enough to get you tipsy—the next thing you knew, your thoughts swiftly flew out of your mouth before being able to stop yourself.

He gulped, nails digging into his palms at the erotic sight he just envisioned in his mind. Oh, god. Was this really happening right now? Did you just offer to help him with his growing erection? Kageyama’s throat felt dry. Where the fuck was Hinata with the drink he ordered? Why was he taking so long to make it? The whole situation felt surreal—a wet dream—too good to be true; he felt dizzy, and it didn’t stop there when he responded equally quietly.

If Kageyama was being honest, he didn’t hear his own words over the buzzing of his ear, and the thumping of his heart—all he knew was that it must’ve been a damn good response with your eyes widening, and lips curling up into a seductive smile, one that had his cock throbbing beneath his shorts.

It was all a daze from there, the rush of pure desire coursing through his veins, the spinning of his head; Kageyama vaguely remembered Hinata calling out to the both of you, assuming his mocktail was ready for him but he didn’t bat an eye, a mere beverage would simply do nothing to satiate the thirst he harboured—Kageyama needed you, only you could quench this growing ache between his legs.

Kageyama’s feet felt light against the pavement beneath, his flip flops scraping against it with every uncomfortable step taken. Hues of the fading sunset engulfed his mind, pretty pinks, and oranges slowly turned deep blue as you walked back to your accommodation—it was only a five-minute walk but god it felt like an eternity.

Your lips were on his as soon as the door to your room slammed shut, you swore the walls shook from impact but whatever, it was none of your concern. Kageyama’s lean arms caged you as your back hit the soft mattress beneath, fingers digging into the sheets at the dizzying kiss; no one has kissed him with this much drive, and passion before, the way your soft lips eagerly moved against his own, guiding him with each searing kiss.

Soft moans, and grunts slipped from Kageyama’s throat in between kisses, the sheer intensity from it was enough to make him cum untouched right then, and there; he could practically feel his body vibrating with lust—fuck, he couldn’t even think properly with the way your hands caressed his body up, and down, up, and down before sliding them under his ivory shirt, and gently clawing at his bare skin.

Heaven. Absolute heaven.

Kageyama moaned into your mouth at the feeling of your nails scraping his sensitive skin, trails of goosebumps forming beneath your sinful touch. And as he opened his eyes to meet your gaze, tears quickly pooled around them—from what? Kageyama didn’t know. Maybe it was from sexual frustration, maybe it was from the heavenly feeling of your nails, or maybe it was how each blissful emotion hit him like a truck, and took the air out of his lungs.

Momentarily pulling away from the kiss, Kageyama breathed out a string of incoherent words, a look of uncertainty crossing his crimson-painted face. “What—what was that?” You let out soft pants, dropping your head on the pillow beneath as you cupped his warm cheeks,

“I’m—I haven’t done this before . . I’m a virgin.”

You blinked up at him.

There was a slight pause—a heartbeat—as Kageyama’s confession lingered in the thick, warm air of the room; sweat already lined his forehead, raven strands sticking to his skin. “I’m sorry—Are you turned off?” He quickly peeled himself from your body, a rush of faint coolness momentarily engulfing you from his lack of presence. Kageyama sat on his knees, a bashful look painted on his face.

Quickly sitting up to cup his face, you shook your head, “No, no! Not at all . . Did you want us to stop? I don’t mind at all.” Now, it was Kageyama’s turn to vigorously shake his head, “No. I—I want to do it with you.” He breathed out, eyes glazed with pure lust.

You clenched your cunt at his words—just the thought of taking someone’s virginity, let alone Kageyama’s it felt like a whole lot of expectation had been placed on your shoulders but you weren’t backing down now, not at all, you were going to give him the most earth-shattering first time with how much trust he gave you.

“Take off your clothes, and lie on the bed.” As though time was of the essence, Kageyama hastily stripped his top off, shamelessly flinging it somewhere in the room. Your eyes keenly watched as his thumbs dipped beneath the waistband of his raven shorts, slowly dragging it down the length of his long legs ‘til it pooled around his ankles.

Kageyama wordlessly looked up at you, the fabric of his underwear still on him, cock painfully straining against it with a noticeable wet spot. “All of your clothes.” You added. The male’s cheeks warmed before shyly slipping it off, hard cock bouncing against the tufts of raven hair on his stomach, it shamelessly leaked of pre-cum, beads of pearlescent liquid sat prettily on his red tip.

“Good. Now, on the bed.” An icy shiver ran up his spine at the purr of your voice, velvety, and low as you pat the empty space next to you. As Kageyama situated himself on the bed, his bare back flush against the wooden headboard, he watched as you stood at the foot of the bed, hands slowly coming up to strip yourself.

What a tease.

Kageyama watched with eager eyes as each article of clothing slipped off your skin, Adam’s apple bobbing with each noticeable gulp—fuck, you looked divine; his hands ached to pleasure himself, fuck his cock on his fist as he watched you deftly unclasp your bra. Cursing beneath his breath, his gaze traced over your naked chest, eyes circling over your pert nipples, and down the valley of it. He was practically drooling at this point, rosy lips parted in complete awe at your raw beauty.

Oh, how he wanted to touch you so bad, roam his large hands all over your body, and squeeze, and rub at parts he’s never held before. Kageyama’s mind went absolutely wild, he wondered what your moans would sound like under his touch; would you enjoy his fingers on your sensitive clit? Moan his name out into oblivion? Cum on his hand?

You crawled up the mattress, situating yourself between his parted legs, just before his hard cock. Kageyama waited for your next move with a bated breath, toned chest heaving up, and down with anticipation, his hands gripping the ivory sheets beneath.

Deep, blue eyes widened as you curled over yourself, coming face to face with his dick; oh, you just knew that length would absolutely do wonders inside you. Kageyama bit his lip, stiffening underneath your touch as you circled a hand around his cock, languidly dragging it up to his tip to spread pre-cum down his shaft. Kageyama melted like putty at the first stroke, his head unceremoniously resting on the wall behind as pleasure consumed his body at the speed of lightning— he could already feel the building pressure in the pit of his stomach.

“Ah!—Fuck. T-that feels so, so good.” Kageyama moaned to the ceiling, his voice was airy, and light, a clear sign of pure bliss completely taking over his sanity. He’s never been touched by anyone before so this was a foreign experience for him; it felt different from when he pleasured himself with his own hands—your touch drove Kageyama to madness, and he was absolutely addicted to it.

Satisfied with his reaction, you picked up the pace, and brought another hand down to gently massage his balls which earned a loud whine of your name. Oh, fuck. Kageyama was floating on cloud nine, and this was only pleasure from your hands, what more if it was your wet cunt? Would he even last sheathed deep in your velvety walls? He doubted it. 

As the pace picked up, Kageyama’s moans also grew in volume, his stomach clenched, and unclenched at the sheer pleasure that consumed his whole body, all because of your hands. “Fuck! Fuck! Fu—I’m cumming!” The raven-haired male let out a wanton moan, eyes closed shut, knuckles white, and muscles taut as the knot inside his stomach finally snapped. Pure bliss rocked through Kageyama’s body like never before, as though he was engulfed in a million pleasurable kisses.

White, hot ribbons of cum shamelessly spurted from his cock which coated your fingers, and wrist. Kageyama slumped against the headboard, all fucked out, and covered by a light sheen of sweat; his lips were parted as he desperately chased oxygen, 

“Want you—I need you. Please . .” Kageyama panted, his lustful gaze locked onto your own; even though he just orgasmed, his cock was still rock hard. How needy. His breath hitched at the lewd sight before him as you languidly licked a long stripe up your wrist, gathering his cum on the tip of your tongue, and eagerly swallowing his essence down. It was like Kageyama’s brain short circuited—he’s only ever seen this sight on his laptop screen during sleepless nights, never did he think he’d see his own cum licked, and swallowed from one’s hand.

Was it possible to faint from such a sinful sight? 

Sitting up, you inched closer to Kageyama’s lap, thighs on either side of his slim waist, and clothed cunt hovering his cockhead. With keen eyes, the raven-haired watched as you deftly pushed your panties aside, catching a glimpse of your glistening cunt. He licked his lips as though he was a predator silently stalking his prey, waiting to pounce. Kageyama wondered what you’d taste like on his tongue, your sweet slick smeared all over his mouth, and chin—he could only fantasise. 

The violent thrumming of his heart filled his ears as he watched you shift your weight over his lap; this was really happening—Kageyama was about to lose his virginity. He felt a rush of every single emotion from A to Z, all things good but mixed with a bit of nervousness; what if he couldn’t satisfy you enough? What if he accidentally cummed way too soon? What if—

“Ohhhhh—fuck! Ngh—ah!” Kageyama violently threw his head back against the wall, fists gripping the sheets below as you slowly inched down his red tip. Oh god. Oh god. You hugged him so, so tightly, your cunt felt hot, and wet around him but in a good kind of way; he let out short breaths, his chest quickly heaving up, and down as he tried his best to ground himself. It was like his sanity snapped in a split second as soon as you made raw contact with his dick—this feeling was beyond cloud nine, as though he was one with the cosmos. 

You bit your lip at his pornographic sounds, letting out low whimpers as Kageyama’s cock desperately twitched inside you. With your hands gripping his bare shoulders, you slowly inched down his cock, grounding yourself as the head kissed intimate parts of you that no one has ever reached. A unison of heavy pants filled the thick air after bottoming out; you momentarily stilled, giving yourself ample time to get used to Kageyama’s length because fuck it drove you absolutely insane.

“P-please move. Need more, please . .” He whined, desperately moving his hips beneath your weight, causing his tip to momentarily brush against your g-spot ever so slightly. Moaning at the contact, a string of colourful curses slipped past your lips, toes curling at the sudden wave of pleasure.

Without wasting any more time, you lifted your hips all the way up to his tip before slamming back down, earning muttered curses of your name from Kageyama. His hands immediately flew to your hips as a way to ground himself, as though holding onto anything else would immediately deprive him of this heavenly bliss.

Soft, wet squelches bounced off the walls with every languid roll of your hips, Kageyama couldn’t peel his eyes away from where to two of you connected—it was wet, and slippery, glistening from all your arousal; everything felt so sinful that it made his head spin, not the mention the bounce of your breasts with each movement of your hips. Every moan that slipped past your lips went straight to Kageyama’s cock, he was the one making you moan this loud, not to mention the look on your face—hooded eyes, and lips parted to chant his name every now, and then; pride blossomed in his chest.

Shared pleasure ate away at your bodies like a rabid animal, gnawing at your skin with nothing to stop it ‘til it reached your bones—it was immense, a toe-curling sensation with every relentless bounce of your hips; the way Kageyama’s cock repeatedly kissed your g-spot, the way your velvety walls sinfully wrapped around him like it was meant to be. Your thighs burned with exhaustion, a mix of pain, and pleasure completely taking over your body but you didn’t stop—you didn’t want to, not when Kageyama felt this amazing inside you.

You could tell the raven-haired was getting more, and more greedy for pleasure from how his nails painfully dug into your sweaty skin, the subtle upward thrust of his hips to meet your own, taking him even deeper into your wet heat. Heavy balls slapping onto your ass fuelled your desire further, the slight burn of it had you clenching around him.

“Ah!—Kageyama! Ohhhh fuck! You’re so deep . .” He closed his eyes at the sound of his name rolling off your tongue, voice as sweet as honey. Kageyama wondered if he could be a little more greedy, “Tobio—ngh! Call me Tobio.” He panted. It took all of his sanity to string the short sentence together, Kageyama couldn’t even hear himself over the loud skin slapping mixed with your endless whines.

Vigorously nodding, you moaned his name, “Tobio! Mhm—You gonna cum for me? Yeah?” It was Kageyama’s turn to nod at your gasped words, eyes momentarily screwing shut at its effect on him.

He wasn’t going to last any longer after just cumming his brains out from your hands a few minutes ago. “Oh, god!—Can I cum inside you? Please? Fuck, I want to stuff you full of my cum—ngh!” Words spilled from Kageyama’s mouth, blabbering out any coherent thought that came to mind. Truthfully, he’s always fantasised cumming inside someone, the feeling of emptying his balls, and shooting his thick load while sheathed deep inside was probably his biggest dirty secret—and he just shamelessly bared it to you.

“Yes—ah! Stuff me full of your cum, Tobio! Want your cum deep inside me, please.”

The desperation in your voice was all it took for Kageyama to snap, his fingers clawed at your hips as he painted your walls white, body stiffening under the immense pressure of pleasure. It didn’t help how your cunt gripped him like a vice, pulling him further, and further down the rabbit hole called bliss. You came with a loud moan of his name, curling over yourself, sweaty forehead resting on Kageyama’s bare chest as you desperately rode out your orgasms.

Both of you stayed still for a moment to catch your breaths, the sticky, uncomfortable feeling of warmth slowly engulfed your bodies as the high wore off. Kageyama didn’t even do much but he was absolutely spent, and drenched in sweat, he could only imagine your state, especially your thighs from all that bouncing.

“A-are you okay? That was—that was amazing . .” Dulcet voice sliced through the thick air, it earned a chuckle from you, you could only return a weak nod at his concern, your body too heavy to even move an inch. Kageyama’s soft breathing slowly pulled your to the borders of sleep but the summer heat against your skin was unbearable,

You mustered every strength to peel yourself off of him, “Shower with me?” Your lips wickedly curled upwards, hands gently caressing Kageyama’s bare chest. What a temptress.

Suddenly, he didn’t feel tired anymore. —

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♫ summary: y/n and quinn have a fight. she wants to meet his family. he isn’t ready for that. jack and luke are determined to find out why quinn’s been distant. they’re pretty shocked when the reason is 5’7” and stunning.

♫ pairing: quinn hughes x reader

♫ content: fluff, angst

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y/n sat down on quinn’s couch, her feet on the coffee table, making herself at home. after all, his cozy vancouver apartment was basically her home. she spent most of her days (and nights) here, really only having her apartment as a contingency. she has clothes in his closet, drawers in his dresser, mugs in his cupboards, and shampoo in his shower.

it was easy to forget that they’d only been together for six months, which in his world was a lifetime. he spent every moment away from hockey with her. he went to all of her shows at the orpheum, tried to give constructive feedback when she practiced at home. he’d try to learn new recipes to “spice things up” (and then laugh until his stomach hurt because he was trying to “spice things up. get it, y/n? spice? since i’m cooking?”), slow dance with her in the kitchen, and cuddle her on the couch after dinner.

it wasn’t that bad of an idea, being married to him. y/n hughes. very nice ring to it. oh, and a ring. she just knew quinn would pick something marvelous.

just one slight issue: his family had no idea they were dating.

y/n’s parents knew and they were overjoyed. her dad had been a longtime canucks fan, so that certainly helped quinn win him over. her mom was just happy y/n had found someone.

of course, y/n had heard about quinn’s family. jack’s confidence on and off the ice (and in and out of clubs), luke’s endless need for snacks, the billiards tournaments they had at the lake house every summer, the pressure he felt being the oldest, ellen and jim pushing him to be the best version of himself. they all sounded like incredible people and y/n was desperate to meet them, but quinn was adamant.

“not yet.”

“why? are you embarrassed?”

“y/n, why the hell would i be embarrassed? you’re the type of girl every guy dreams of.”

“oh, i don’t know, maybe because you won’t let me meet your family!”

“it’s not like that and you know it!”

“it does seems like that, quinn.”

“i’m sorry. maybe come to a game first?”

“you know i can’t!”

“oh right, you have a rehearsal.”

“how many concerts have you missed due to roadies?”

“not the point.”

“then what’s the point, hughes?”

“the point is i’m not ready. i know for a fact my mom will freak out and start asking when we’re getting married.”

“i don’t mind.”

“pardon?”

“because i want to marry you.”

as soon as she said it, she wished she could take it back. that was clearly the wrong thing to say.

“no, you don’t.”

“yes, i do!”

“go home, y/n.”

“i love you, quinn.”

“go. home.”

y/n stood up and walked towards quinn. “bye, love.”

he grabbed her shoulders and turned her towards the door. “bye.”

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y/n: quinn

y/n: quinny

y/n: favorite hockey player

y/n: please text me

y/n: i’m sorry

y/n: i hate when we fight

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tonight, y/n knew there wouldn’t be a date. there would be no fancy dinner at that cute italian place quinn loved. there would be no peony bouquet. there would be no stumbling into his apartment at some late hour after bar hopping. there would be no drunk kisses or whispered words of love as he pulled her into bed. and there would be no cuddles in the morning.

no, tonight was game day. normally, y/n skipped. she had rehearsals quite frequently, so they almost always aligned with quinn’s games. she’d expressed that she has to go, this is her job, and quinn was forced to accept that he would never have his girl at his games. he’d never experience having his girl sit in the stands with the other wags in his jersey.

tonight was different. unbeknownst to quinn, y/n’s rehearsal had been cancelled, the director catching the flu. so that afternoon, she was in her apartment getting ready. the blue of the jersey making her eyes pop, the sleeves just a little too long. she paired it with black leggings. her makeup was flawless (like always) and she certainly looked the part of the captain’s girlfriend.

since she hadn’t told quinn that she was coming, she had to buy the tickets herself. her seat was right by the glass, across the ice from the canucks bench.

at rogers arena, she ran into a familiar face: her father, edward.

“y/n, it’s so good to see you.”

“it’s good to see you too, dad.”

“i thought you had rehearsal tonight.”

“tausk got sick, figured i’d surprise quinn.”

“that little boyfriend of yours is the backbone of this team.”

“oh, i know.”

meanwhile in the locker room, quinn was thinking. thinking of how he hadn’t spoken to y/n since their fight. she hadn’t done anything wrong, she just wanted to meet the people important to him. and what did he do? kick her out and leave her on read. that was two weeks ago. two weeks since they last spoke. he felt so lonely. his bed was always cold, the apartment so quiet. gone was the sound of their shared laughter or wine pouring into two glasses or the melody of whatever piece she had to practice. gone was the feel of her lips on his, of her hand in his, of her head on his chest, of his arms around her waist.

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after the second period, the canucks were in the locker room. quinn decided to check his phone.

y/n: attachment: 1 image

quinn: wtf

quinn: are you here

quinn: you should be at rehearsal

y/n: don’t have it today

y/n: <3

quinn: baby, i’m sorry

y/n: it’s okay quinny <3

quinn: i do want you to meet my family

quinn: they’re just a little wild

y/n: i can handle that

y/n: future in laws

quinn: you can’t just say that

quinn: i’m not done with the game

y/n: my bad <3

quinn: you’re terrible

y/n: *terrific

quinn: come to the player tunnel after

quinn: i need to see my girl

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the canucks ended up winning (thank you captain hughes 🙂‍↕️). as soon as the final buzzer sounded, y/n made her way over to the player tunnel. quinn had to pull some strings to let this happen, but he would do anything for y/n.

“quinny!”

“there she is!”

quinn picked her up and spun her around, kissing her nose. “my pretty girl.”

“my captain.”

“you ready to go home?”

“of course.”

he slipped his hand in hers, smiling. this was home. wherever she was.

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however, things were falling apart a little in new jersey.

“rusty?”

“what?”

“come here.” luke stood up, walking away from his bowl of cheerios, following the sound of jack’s voice.

“look at this?”

“ok? it’s nice shot of vancouver at night.”

“look at the people.”

“there’s a couple kissing.”

jack zoomed in. “look again?”

“the girl is wearing a canuck’s jersey.”

“whose?”

“quinn’s”

“and the guy… wow, he looks a lot like quinn.”

“luke, you idiot, that is quinn.”

“does mom know?”

“the family chat has been calm, so probably not.”

jack pulled up quinn’s instagram. “have you noticed he’s been distant lately?”

“yeah, he hasn’t texted me in a month.”

“look at this post he got tagged in.”

luke took the phone and scrolled through the pictures. a girl at a cafe, the same girl on marble stairs in a black dress, a trumpet and sheet music, a bouquet on a table that looked like quinn’s, that girl sipping a martini, her hand holding a man’s, her and quinn on the couch together. the post was captioned life update. the account was @yournamelastname. luke tapped on the icon and looked at her profile.

“he has a girlfriend.”

“is it that girl?”

luke flipped the phone around. “y/n l/n. he’s all up in her comments with heart emojis. follows her.”

“who is she?”

“trumpet player.”

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆

quinn was laying on the couch, watching game tapes, y/n asleep at his side. her glass was half-empty on the table. he had one arm around her, his fingers tangling in her hair. but, his phone rang.

“hey mom.”

“quinn?”

“what’s up?”

“how’s y/n?”

“what?”

“your girlfriend?”

“what are you talking about?”

“she’s gorgeous.”

“what?”

“trumpet player, socialite, the one always posting you?”

“what about her?”

“why didn’t you tell us?”

“i-i wasn’t ready.”

“but you were ready to tell the internet?”

“mom!”

“don’t mom me!”

y/n stirred, only half-asleep. “quinny, keep it down.”

“is that her?”

“is what who?”

“hi” y/n muttered.

“mom, look, it’s not what you think-”

“are you talking to ellen?”

“angel, shhh, go back to sleep.”

“hi ellen, big fan of your work.”

“y/n? are you dating my son?”

“yeah i am. goodnight.”

“quintin.”

“mother.”

“please visit soon. and talk to your brothers. they miss you.”

“yes, mom.”

“and let us be a part of your life.”

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆

“good morning, quinny,” y/n said, stretching. he kissed her forehead.

“good morning, baby.”

“you look stressed.” she kissed his cheek. “are you okay?”

“my mom called.”

“what’d she say?”

“my brothers found your instagram. they want to meet you.”

“so? let’s go visit.”

“y/n…”

“yes?”

“i love you so much.”

“i love you more.”

“alright, love, let’s pack for jersey.”

“five more minutes?”

“fine.”

part 4

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picket fence | jack hughes x fem!reader

♡ summary: in a spur of the moment decision, jack and his girlfriend y/n get married without telling anyone.

♡ pairing: jack hughes x reader

♡ content: fluff, jack being jack

♡ word count: 1K

♡ warnings: none

♡ italics are flashbacks

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“do you think your mom will be mad?” she asked, staring up at jack.

“oh for sure.”

“do you think my mom will be mad?”

“can’t say. never met her.”

he picked her up bridal style and walked to the car. her white cocktail dress creasing a little as he set her down on the passenger seat.

“i can’t believe how lucky i am.”

“i think i’m the lucky one.”

“nah.”

“no, i married the super hot, talented hockey player. there’s millions of girls who would kill to be me.”

“y/n, i’m the lucky one. i’ve met so many people, but you’re special. you’re like a hidden gem. my gem.”

“you’re such a sap.”

“not usually, only when given a good reason.”

he leaned over to kiss her cheek. “like you.”

────୨ৎ────

“i don’t know how you do it. i mean, you’re so fast out on the ice.”

he took one hand of the wheel and took hers. “practice, baby. lots of practice.”

“you must practice a lot.”

“y/n, of course i practice a lot.”

“i realize that now.”

“so silly. what a silly girl.”

“i can’t help it. i can’t think around hot guys.”

“interesting you mention that, because i can’t think around pretty girls.”

he just kept driving, focused on the road. only a few minutes until they were back home.

“jack?”

“yeah?”

“i love you.”

“love you too, sweetheart.”

he put the car in park and went around to open the door for y/n.

“you’re so pretty.”

“so are you.”

jack cupped her face and gently pressed his lips to hers. it was a sweet kiss, different from the ones they typically shared. there was no urgency, no frenzied urges. just y/n. just jack. just the moon in the newark sky.

“you’re the best thing to ever happen to me, y/n.”

“jack… that’s so sweet.”

“i mean it.”

“we just started dating a few months ago.”

“seven.”

“i’m sure better things have happened.”

“nah. you’re it for me, y/n.”

“what?”

“marry me.”

“WHAT???”

“what, did you want someone else to ask?”

“no, i mean, it’s so soon-”

“yes or no, baby.”

“what if you realize you don’t love me?”

“not happening.”

“but jack-”

“trust me, love.”

────୨ৎ────

their little house was a cute two story in the suburbs of newark. close enough to the prudential center for jack, while also being in a good area for any and all future kids they would have. there was a park just down the street with a big open field and a playground. jack tested the slides himself.

the house itself was perfect. a nice backyard with a shed for y/n’s garden supplies and a trampoline the previous owner’s left. an open floor kitchen with an island, a cutesy chandelier in the dining room, a marble mantle on the fireplace. the garage was big enough for their two cars and the bikes jack had bought “just because”. every room in the house had been decorated by a somewhat bored y/n, with plants and paintings in every room. her favorite piece was the courthouse picture of her and jack, framed above the fireplace.

“so this is home now,” jack said, watching his wife (!!!) fluff the pillows on the couch.

“we always had a home. just now it’s a building too.”

“i love you so much.”

“i love you more.”

“nah,” he picked her up and placed her on his lap, “i love you the most.”

she nuzzled her face into his shoulder. “i love you times infinity.”

“you’re supposed to let me win,” he said with a pout.

“have you heard the phrase ‘happy wife, happy life’?”

“happy jack, happy f-”

“that’s enough.”

they kissed again, perfectly content in each other’s company.

────୨ৎ────

“jacky?”

“yes, baby?”

“i need a white dress.”

“how come?”

“you asked me to marry you!”

“i knew that.”

“you’re terrible.”

“you love me.”

“i do.”

he kissed her, his hands weaving through the strands of her hair.

“c’mon baby, let’s go find you a dress.”

────୨ৎ────

y/n tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. jack had been gone for the past couple of days for a series of road games. and to make matters worse, her mom had called.

“y/n, your father and i would like to meet that boyfriend of yours. what was his name? jake?”

“jack.”

“yes, jack. that’s the one. is he around?”

“no, mom. business trip.”

“what does he do again?”

“y/n?”

“please be something respectable.”

“he’s a hockey player.”

“that’s not sustainable. he won’t make that much mo-”

“yes, he will. he plays for the devils.”

“excuse me?”

“jack hughes.”

“your boyfriend is jack hughes?”

“no. my husband is jack hughes.”

“husband?”

“we got married a few weeks ago.”

“and you didn’t tell me?”

“it was a sudden thing.”

“we’ve never met the guy.”

“i’m sorry, mom.”

“i didn’t raise you to be like this.”

she just needed jack to crawl into bed, to hold her the way he held her every night, his arms around her waist, his face buried into the crook of her neck.

but he was in chicago. almost 800 miles away.

────୨ৎ────

“baby? i’m home!”

jack closed the front door and set his bag down.

“y/n?”

she poked her head out from the bedroom.

“jack?”

he ran to her, sliding a little on the wooden floor. jack picked her up, spinning her.

“i missed you, baby.”

“i missed you more, jacky.”

he pressed his nose to hers. “you look sad.”

“me? no.”

“y/n.”

“what?”

“can’t help if you don’t talk.”

“my mom called.”

“what’d she say?”

“she’s disappointed.”

“how come?”

“probably because i married a pro hockey player without her knowing.”

“yeah that’ll do it.”

y/n buried her face in his chest. “she’s pissed.”

“maybe we should visit?”

“maybe. for now though, you owe me cuddles.”

“what??? since when???”

“since you left your wife alone in the middle of december.”

“alright, alright. lead the way mrs hughes.”

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_quinnhughes

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_quinnhughes what an incredible year this has been! so thankful for the canucks organization, my boys, my family, and my wonderful girlfriend ❤️

yournamelastname cutie pie <333

l_hughes06 nurse he's out again

b_boeser 🐻

elblue06 don't worry quinn, we're thankful for her too

yournamelastname i'm in love 😍

jackhughes you heard the man, he's thankful for his girlfriend

_quinnhughes y/n i love you more

canucks oh captain my captain 💙💚

bauerhockey all the best, for the best 🏒

yournamelastname thankful for you too baby 🫶

jackhughes simp era

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patron of the arts p4 | quinn hughes x musician!reader

part 3

♫ summary: quinn and y/n go to new jersey to meet his family. she's nervous. his family just adores her.

♫ pairing: quinn hughes x reader

♫ content: fluff, flirty!quinn, queen ellen, mama’s boy!quinn

♫ word count: 2k

♫ warnings: the eras tour (sorry to everyone who didn’t go)

♫ note: merry christmas

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“baby, are you sure you got everything?” quinn said, a smirk on his face. there’s no way y/n could’ve forgotten anything, not when she packed the whole apartment.

“yes, i’m sure.”

“just double checking. can’t let your forget perfume number 5.”

“oh, that reminds me, should i wear miss dior or good girl to meet your mom?”

quinn just blinked, exasperated. “y/n, it does not matter. my mom will think you’re amazing.”

“so, chance?”

“you’re hopeless.”

“hopelessly in love!”

“unless you want to put the bags in the car, go sit down.”

y/n sat in the passenger seat, plugging in her phone for music.

“you better not be putting on taylor!”

“you were at the eras tour!”

“höggy made me go!”

he slammed the trunk shut and sat down in the driver’s seat.

“and did you enjoy it?”

“i mean, i kinda liked vigilant sh-”

she pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “don’t you dare finish that sentence, quinny.”

“i’d rather see you do that.”

“ugh, i have to go on a eight hour flight with this sicko!”

“the sicko that holds you every night.”

“the very one.”

“you know i love you, right?”

y/n made an affirmative hum noise, staring out the window.

“no, no, look at me.”

“yeah?”

“turn your head.”

“what?”

“i love you.”

she kissed him again.

“baby, you gotta say it back.”

like clockwork, her lips were on his yet again. “i love you more.”

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆

quinn held her hand as they boarded the plane, taking their seats in first class. y/n got the window, quinn got the aisle.

“goodnight, love.”

“goodnight? baby, it’s 1pm.”

y/n pushed the divider between their seats up and nestled into quinn’s arms. “goodnight.”

“forgetting something?”

“oh right!” she leaned down and grabbed her purse. inside, was a little bag containing her sleep mask.

“goodnight, quinny.”

he pressed a kiss to her forehead and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. “goodnight, my sweet girl.”

as soon as she was asleep, quinn put his airpods in. he’d been taking a break from podcasts to listen to what he viewed as the highest form of music, the new vso album. it was about 45 minutes, so he could listen to it about eleven times. eight and a half hours, snuggling his girl, staring out the window. this was going to be an easy flight.

“mr hughes?” the flight attendant asked.

“hi.”

“would you like anything to drink?”

“just a water.” he nudged y/n. “angel, wake up.”

“what?” she muttered, groggily.

“drink?”

“it’s too early.”

“2:30, love.”

“diet coke… with the little biscuits.”

“so a diet coke and water?”

“yes, please.”

“ice?”

“angel, you want ice?”

“sure…”

“i’ll be right back.”

y/n was already back asleep.

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆

quinn: hey mom

quinn: we’re on the plane

ellen: oh good

ellen: is y/n feeling alright? quinn: she won’t admit it, but she’s a little nervous

quinn: she’s performed for presidents and heads of state

quinn: flown out to perform at the coronation for king charles

quinn: but meeting you and dad is scaring her

ellen: oh poor girl

ellen: i love her already

quinn: you do?

ellen: yes of course

ellen: she’s made you so happy

ellen: she actually has substance and her own career

ellen: and the grandbabies i’d get… adorable

quinn: mom be so serious right now

ellen: i am!

ellen: she has a nice nose.

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆

“angel… angel, wake up.”

“no….”

“we’re landing soon. if you keep sleeping, your ears will hurt.”

“too early…”

“tausk will be mad if you can’t use your perfect pitch.”

y/n jolted awake. “don’t say that name, i’m on break.”

“you’re so cute when you sleepy… and asleep.”

“were you watching me sleep?”

“baby, we’ve been on this plane for almost nine hours, yes i watched you sleep.”

“this is what i mean, you’re a creep.”

“i had to be your pillow for eight hours.”

“and? you’re my boyfriend?”

“i love you.”

“love you too.”

she put her earbuds in and leaned against quinn, smiling. he pulled out his phone to text his brothers.

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆

da boyz 😈

quinn: 30 minutes till we land

jack: lets gooooo

luke: how’s y/n

quinn: tired

quinn: she slept the whole flight

quinn: she’s very nervous

luke: why

jack: probably mom

quinn: all of you actually

luke: no way she’s nervous about meeting me

quinn: she’s nervous cause you’re my brother idiot

jack: mom loves her already

quinn: y/n doesn’t know

luke: did you not tell her

quinn: no i did

quinn: she just doesn’t believe me

jack: she’s mostly just happy that y/n is famous for something other than wearing bikinis

luke: dude you can NOT be talking

quinn: yeah jack one of us has to

jack: ok whatever

jack: luke and i will be at the airport soon

luke: mom and dad won’t be staying with us

luke: but don’t think that mean you and y/n can be loud all night

jack: luke that would mean quinn gets action

quinn: who has the girlfriend

jack: you and me both dork

luke: 😔

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆

“i think i have a pretty good idea of your family. you talk about them a lot,” y/n said, watching quinn grab their suitcases from the overhead bin.

“quick refresh.”

“uh-huh.”

“don’t leave your food unattended around luke.”

“you’ve made that clear.”

they walked off the plane into the airport, his hand holding her so tightly.

“seems like you’re the nervous one, quinny.”

“me? no.”

“your hand’s clammy.”

“is it?”

“are you nervous?”

“very.”

“you’re just seeing your family.”

“yeah, but i’m bringing you home and i haven’t brought home a girl in a long time. and you’re amazing. but with an atypical job.”

“i don’t want the hockey player telling me how i have an atypical job.”

“lots of people are pro athletes, y/n.”

“and lots of people are musicians.”

“tomatoes, tomahtoes.”

“uh-huh.”

“oh, and my mom’s gonna be asking if we’re gonna get married soon or have kids and i don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or anything.”

“quinn, i know we’re going to get married.”

he raised an eyebrow. “what makes you think that?”

“you call me mrs. hughes in your sleep.”

quinn didn’t look back at her, just looking straight ahead.

“cat got your tongue?”

“shut up.”

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆

“jack, look.”

“she’s so pretty.”

“that’s our new sister.”

y/n’s eyes widen as she spotted them. she waved. quinn gave her a look that said “what are you doing?” until he followed her line of sight and saw his brothers. then, he frowned.

luke had a sign that said “welcome back from rehab!”

jack had a sign that said “just married! quinn & y/n”

“are you two serious?” he asked, getting jack in a headlock.

while those two fought like brothers do, luke hugged y/n. “i finally get a big sister.”

“quinn’s dated before, no?”

“yeah, but i can tell you’re the real thing.”

“thanks, luke.”

“c’mon, i’ll carry your stuff. mom and dad are waiting.”

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆

“welcome to casa hughes.” jack said, opening the door into his and luke’s apartment. “you two will be down the hall.”

quinn led y/n down to the spare room, where an air mattress had been set up.

“try not to use the closet, it’s storage,” luke said, peeping his head in.

“bye, luke.”

“bye, y/n.”

he closed the door, leaving the happy couple alone.

“this is quite the bachelor pad.”

“yeah, not all of us have amazing girlfriends with a penchant for peonies.”

“shame.”

they laid on the air mattress, on top of the dark blue sheets that smelled faintly of sweat.

“ready to meet my parents?”

“i’d like to fix my hair first.”

“i’m sure that can be arranged.”

she nestled a little closer to quinn. he wrapped his arms around her, like a teddy bear. “q, you’re so warm.”

“i aim to please.”

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆

y/n was wearing a little black satin dress with black heels. her hair was in a cute updo, a silver pin holding it in place. in one hand was her purse, in the other was quinn’s hand. he was wearing his suit, the one he typically wore for gamedays.

“if you put that stupid beanie on your head, i’m dumping you and going back to vancouver.”

“you wouldn’t.”

“yeah, you’re right. luke would probably be my favorites hughes, thought.”

“that’s crossing a line.”

“love ya, q.”

“god, can you two save this for after dinner?” jack asked from behind the wheel.

“sorry, jacky.”

“thank goodness, we’re here,” luke muttered, getting out of the car.

quinn stepped out, then gave y/n his hand to help her out. he pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles.

“what a charmer.”

“i love you.”

inside the restaurant, jim and ellen were already waiting at a table. the kids joined them, luke sitting next to ellen and jack, quinn, and y/n on the other side of the table. ellen scanned y/n up and down before smiling.

“good job, quinn.”

“thanks, mom.” he was as red as a tomato.

“mrs. hughes, it is such a pleasure to finally meet you and mr. hughes. i have nothing but respect for you two and-”

“y/n, you don’t need to talk like that unless you’re about to tell us about your pregnancy.”

“pregnancy? mrs. hughes, i assure you that-”

“y/n, y/n, you’re okay. you can just call me ellen. jim and i already like you.”

“really?”

“did quinn not tell you?”

“no, he did.”

“i did.”

“the poor girl didn’t believe me.”

“she’s really nervous, mom.”

ellen turned back to y/n. “don’t be nervous. you’re the best girl out there for little quintin.”

“mom!”

“if things keep going the way they are, she’ll know your full name. they have to print it on marriage certificates.”

“we’re just taking things slow.”

the rest of dinner flowed with ease. quinn was thrilled to be back with his brothers. ellen and y/n swapped stories about quinn, like how he set off the smoke detectors making pizza when he was 12 and how he did the same thing just last tuesday. jim was impressed with y/n’s jazz knowledge and vice verse. she showed him pictures of her replica of miles davis’ moon and stars trumpet, the one she played during her jazz stint in new york.

“thank you for dinner, ellen.”

“thank you for taking care of my quinn. i haven’t seen the boy this happy since he got drafted.”

“i try my best.”

“you’ve really turned his life around, y/n. i’m so glad he’s stopped partying.”

“how do you know about that?”

“give it a few years. you’ll know too.”

“what do you mean?”

“moms always know.”

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆

“y/n, come to bed.”

“give me a second! someone can’t remember how to leave their sleeves facing the right way.”

“is that- is that my hoodie? from earlier?”

“… maybe.”

“baby, i wore that on the plane!”

“and? it smells like you.”

he opened his arms for her as she laid next to him. the blanket was tugged across the two of them, engulfing them in a warm cocoon.

“how did i get so lucky?”

“i ask that every day.”

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patron of the arts p2 | quinn hughes x musician!reader

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♫ summary: quinn has been nervous for every date with y/n. it seems like everything’s on the line; if he messes up, he could lose y/n. but y/n is dedicated to making sure he knows that she doesn’t mind. that doesn’t stop him from going all out.

♫ pairing: quinn hughes x reader

♫ content: fluff, insecure quinn, intentional lowercase

♫ word count: 0.9k (sorry not sorry)

♫ warnings: none

♫ note: i might make a separate post with the pasta recipe bc i make that at least once a week and it’s SO GOOD

♫ italics mean thoughts

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quinn had been tending to the pan on stove when the doorbell rang. he nonchalantly walked to the door, trying to calm his nerves. that was definitely y/n.

“delivery for quinn hughes?”

“yes that’s me.”

“sign on the line.”

he took the package, placed it on the table, and went back to the kitchen. he stirred the tomatoes around with a spatula, flipping the tangy slices over every now and then. the olive oil sizzled and crackled in the pan, embruing the tomatoes with its bitter taste. he sprinkled some diced garlic in the pan, stirred around some more, then placed the lid back on the pan. quinn turned his attention back to the pot, stirring the farfalle around in the boiling water. he poured a little more salt into the water. then, he turned the burner down to low, letting the water simmer.

his attention shifted to the table. he’d recently invested in a simple black tablecloth, trying to look more proper for when y/n comes over. he spread it out over the wooden tabletop, smoothing out all the wrinkles. two plates across from each other, each with a napkin, a fork, and a wine glass. he moved the bouquet of roses from the counter to the table.

then, the timer beeped. he went to the kitchen yet again, this time to strain the pasta. he poured the pot into a colander, letting the water flow into the sink. he took the bay leaves out of the pasta pile, throwing those in the trash can under the sink. he dumped the pasta back into the pot, then portioned out the exact measurement of sauce from the jar, stirring it up. after putting the pasta into a nice bowl, he grabbed the tray of garlic bread from the oven, carefully putting one tomato slice on each piece of bread. the juice seeped from the fruit onto the bread, its warm redness imbuing itself into the grain.

the doorbell rang again. quinn fixed his hair.

“quinn!” y/n exclaimed, a smile on her perfect face. she wrapped her arms around his neck. he returned the hug, his arms snaking around her waist.

“it’s good to see you, y/n.”

“how was practice?”

“nothing crazy, just morning skate… this morning.”

“smells good.”

“yeah, um, i made dinner.”

“you cook?”

“i try.”

she giggled. “you’re funny, hughes.”

“yeah, i try.”

quinn, you’re so dumb. first, morning skate this morning, now “i try” two sentences in a row?

“i like funny guys so… guess you’re in luck.”

quinn broke into a goofy grin.

“and cute guys, so you’re just checking the boxes.”

“um… do you want to eat?”

“i’d love to.”

quinn gently took her hand and led y/n to the table, pulling her chair out.

“and they say chivalry’s dead.”

quinn started blushing like the tomatoes on the garlic bread. “n-not here.”

“so chef hughes, what’s on the menu?”

“pasta and garlic bread.”

“original.”

“it’s very good.”

“i’m sure it is.”

he picked up her plate and walked over to the kitchen, placing the food onto the dish.

“first, we have farfalle pasta with a garlic basil marinara sauce.”

“yum.”

“then, we have garlic bread, made by me this afternoon, with butter and fresh garlic. on top, there’s sautéed tomatoes, with olive oil and pink salt.”

he put the plate down in front of her. “and for the drink, a nice rosé.”

she watched as he poured into her glass. “scrumptious.”

y/n couldn’t help but stare as quinn got food for himself. even this simple action of scooping pasta onto a plate was just so so attractive. she stabbed three of the farfalle with her fork and put it in her mouth.

“hughes, this is so good!”

“you like it?”

“quinn, i just said it was so good.”

“oh well, maybe you just said that to be nice.”

“are you serious?”

“what?”

“quinn, are you okay?”

“y-yeah, i’m fine.”

“you’ve been acting weird tonight.”

“well, yeah, i, um, i had a question b-but i’m just…”

“just what?” he stared down at his food, avoiding her gaze.

“quinn, please talk to me.”

“i’m nervous, okay? i’ve been freaking out all day because i’m nervous that you’ll realize you can do better. that you could have pretty much any man in vancouver. that i’m not… not enough for you.”

“you really think that way?”

“you’re just so amazing and i’m just some guy with eye bags.”

“i quite like your eye bags.”

“actually?”

“yes i like my boyfriend’s eye bags.”

quinn went bug eyed. “b-boyfriend?”

“are you not my boyfriend?”

“well, i mean, i don’t know, i thou-”

“i wore your jersey to your games.”

“and i’m really happy about that, b-”

“the other wags love me.”

“that’s really great, but-”

“i’m sorry, i just assumed-”

“i was gonna ask you to be my girlfriend tonight.”

“quinn, i-”

“please?”

“of course.”

he had a giddy grin on his face. “are you sure it’s not the wine talking?”

“i’m sure.”

“i guess you have to be a canucks fan now.”

“baby, i’m from vancouver. i’ve always been a canucks fan.”

“my cute little canadian girlfriend.”

“you know you have to come to all my concerts now, right?”

“like i’d ever miss one.”

part 3

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musician reader x quinn please and thanks

patron of the arts | quinn hughes x musician!reader

♫ summary: petey brings quinn to the vancouver symphony (against his will). quinn is fully prepared to be a grouch the whole time, until he hears the most holy trumpet melody. his tune changes when he realizes that the musician is just as pretty as her sound.

♫ pairing: reader x quinn hughes

♫ content: fluff

♫ word count: 2.1K

♫ warnings: none

♫ note: i wrote this in ap us history, so it's not gonna be great <3

♫ listen to this for the full experience

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“Petey, are we seriously going to an opera?” Quinn asked, adjusting his tie.

“It’s a symphony, Huggy, and yes,” Elias’ voice came out of the phone speaker from across the room.

“When most people call their friends on a friday night, it’s to get hammered and meet girls.”

“They have drinks at the Orpheum.”

“But do they have girls?”

“Hughes.”

“It’s a valid question. I’m 25 and single.”

Y/n sat in the dressing room, staring down the mirror.

“You are a good - no, great - trumpet player.”

“You went to julliard for trumpet performance. You have a master’s degree.”

“You’ve been playing since you were 4. What’s a little Dvořák?”

“Y/N, we’re heading onstage soon,” Marcus said, popping his head in.

“Got it.”

She picked her trumpet up off of her stand and rapid-fire pressed and released the valves. Slides, greased. Valves, oiled. Mouthpiece, polished. She placed the stand in the bell of the instrument, grabbed her music, and walked onstage with the rest of the orchestra.

Quinn settled into his seat, already down two and a half vodka cranberries. He couldn’t help but fidget, already bored.

“Huggy, are you okay?”

“They sound terrible. I hate this song.”

“Quinn. they’re tuning.”

There was a bright, brassy sound suddenly, clear as the sun bouncing off of snow. It was solid, crisp, and beautiful.

“Please try to behave tonight.”

“I always behave.”

“Concert halls are different from rinks.” Quinn rolled his eyes. “You need to be calm and collected.”

“I can do that.”

“That means you don’t talk and you stay off your phone.”

“What if I want to film?”

“Can’t do that here.”

“God, can you do anything here?”

Elias handed him the program. “Read.”

Quinn gave Elias some side-eye, then flipped the program open. “Antonin De-vor-ack, symphony number 9.”

“It’s pronounced De-fur-sh-ock.”

Quinn squinted. “shhh i’m reading.”

“who’s that?” he asked, pointing to a name.

“Y/N Y/N? um, it says she’s principal first trumpet.”

“what does that mean?”

“captain and starter.”

“So she’s good?”

“Y/N specifically? think 2009 Crosby.”

“where is she?” he sat up straighter, craning his neck.

“Huggy, do you know what a trumpet looks like?”

“I went to UMich.”

“Answer the question.”

“Yes I do.”

“there are three trumpet players. find the girl.”

Elias could tell right when Quinn figured out where Y/N was. His eyes had widened, his pupils dilated, his cheeks flushed, and his breathing heavy.

“cap, you good?”

“y-yeah…”

Almost as if to spare him, the director came onstage, his coattails dragging behind him.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen. My name is Otto Tausk and it is my privilege to direct this fine orchestra here. tonight, we will be performing symphony number 9 in e minor by the legendary Antonin Dvořák.”

“as always, we kindly ask that you keep your phone off and refrain from recording. official photos are available for purchase on the website, if you so desire. please keep talking to a minimum, as these performers have worked incredibly hard to sound as great as they do.”

“thank you. now, give it up for the Vancouver Symphony Orchestra!”

Quinn clapped and let out a whoop.

“I didn’t know you were such a big fan,” Elias said, leaning over to Quinn.

“how can I meet them?”

“meet them?”

“yeah like if I wanted to meet someone from the orchestra.”

“Huggy, you are not meeting Y/N.”

“but I want to.”

The lights dimmed in the house and brightened over the orchestra. They began to play. Quinn was entranced. He had heard classical music before; who hadn’t? He could name musical jargon like crescendo and adagio, basic terms he learned in elementary school music class. But now, he felt like a little kid watching his first hockey game. The way they played far beyond the meager skills he had, the way they did this so effortlessly.

After about half an hour (or minutes for Quinn in his magical music world), Elias leaned over.

“you’ll probably recognize the next movement.”

“why?”

“It’s one of his most famous pieces. I think I played it for you on the way to tampa back in october.”

That piece was it for Quinn. he’d heard Y/N all night, playing her trumpet like an angel from heaven, her sound soaring over the audience and nestling in his ears. But part iv (allegro con fuoco, as Quinn read in the program) was pure magic. It was so intense, so powerful, and Y/N was running the show, hitting notes up in the stratosphere.

As the show ended and all the performers took a bow, Quinn couldn’t tear his eyes off of Y/N. Her black dress hugged her just right, and her smile sparkled in the spotlight. All he knew was he needed to meet her, to at least say “hello,” even if he lost his thoughts right after.

“petey!”

“what?”

“I need to meet her!”

“dude, she’s like, the most important person here besides the conductor.”

“I’m a pretty important person.”

“In sports? yes. in music? not really.”

“um, in Vancouver? yes.”

“Quinn, think of all the people who want to meet you after a game.”

Quinn gave him a sour look.

“It’s not happening.”

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ 

There is no greater animal than Quinn Hughes in love, and there is no scarier animal than Quinn Hughes in love. It wasn’t just his teammates who could see the change; his dear mother, Ellen, could, too.

“Quinn, you seem… different. haircut?”

“no? I brushed it.”

“who is she?”

“Mom, what?’

“your apartment seems cleaner, you’re wearing a button up instead of some graphic t-shirt, your hair is brushed, you’re smiling. who is she?”

“there’s no one.”

“please tell me she actually loves you-”

“mom!”

“-and not just your name.”

“mom! there’s no girl!”

“honey, it’s okay. tell me about her when you’re ready.”

Quinn hung up, frustrated. Of course, he’d wanted to tell Ellen about Y/N, how she has a master’s in trumpet performance from one of the greatest schools on earth (source: her Wikipedia page), how she’s a Vancouver native, and it was always her dream to play here (source: the VSO website), and how her eyes sparkle in the lights of the Orpheum (source: Quinn). But what’s the point? He’d never even talked to her. Not when he went to see her perform Holst’s The Planets (12/20) or when Ballet BC and the VSO performed The Nutcracker on Christmas Eve. He couldn’t even see her that time, but just hearing that warm, brassy tone was enough.

Where would he even start if he were to tell his parents about Y/N? that he had become so infatuated with some trumpet player that he started going to symphony performances? that he had donated so much that his name was on a plaque in the Orpheum lobby? That he looked forward to the concerts? That he listened to classical music? That he stopped having random hookups and partying with random girls? That his heart belonged to this girl that might know his name but not him?

His phone dinged. Assuming it to be Elias or Jack or someone who wasn’t Y/N, he brushed it off. But then there was another notification.

“what is this?”

“It” was precisely what he had been needing. Tickets for the New Year’s gala (and charity auction) had gone on sale. Quinn decided to look through the auction items to see if anything was worth it. Five free tickets to any show in 2025, rinkside tickets to any regular season canucks game, lunch with the maestro, one of Tausk’s batons, a wine collection, two private lessons with any orchestra member, a ton of vouchers and gift cards, and a meet and greet with the orchestra after a show.

Quinn’s eyes went wide. That was what he needed. he finally had a chance to meet Y/N.

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ 

He adjusted his tie in the window of his Porche, trying to make sure he looked perfect. His hair was neatly styled, and his all-black suit was impeccable. Tonight, he would do it. He had the money, for sure. Although every cent was worth it since it would bring him closer to Y/N.

Quinn made his way up the steps of the Orpheum, ready to see the most incredible woman in British Columbia.

“name?” asked the security guard.

“Quintin Hughes.”

“welcome to the Orpheum, Mr. Hughes.”

it was even more striking on the inside, the manager group clearly sparing no expense. The hall was draped in gold and all manners of fine things. Waiters with bow ties walked around with platters of champagne flutes. Quinn grabbed one, thanking the waiter, and kept his search for Y/N.

She saw him first. She and her friend, Nora, were standing at the top of the grand staircase, a little off to the side.

“he’s so awkward.”

“I know, isn’t it cute?”

“Y/N, look at yourself.”

“I’m gonna go talk to him.”

“no, Y/N, get back here!”

Nora grabbed Y/N’s wrist, staring her deep in the eyes.

“don’t.”

“why not?”

“you’re so polished and refined. you used to live in new york, you’re principal first trumpet for a globally renowned orchestra. he’s a hockey player.”

“hockey captain.”

“Y/N.”

“Nora.”

meanwhile, downstairs, the auction had begun. Quinn was focused. If he didn’t get the meet and greet, it was over.

“Hello everyone and welcome to the Vancouver Symphony Orchestra’s annual charity gala and auction. i’m Sasha Martin and i’ll be your auctioneer tonight. Now, don’t be afraid to bid high, this is for charity after all.”

A laugh went around the crowd. Quinn didn’t laugh. His love life was on the line.

“Huggy, don’t overspend. there’ll be other girls out there.”

“Elias, this is the girl.”

“let’s start the bidding for this artisan wine basket. do I hear 500?”

“Nora, I should talk to him.”

“how many glasses of champagne have you had?”

“two. i’m gonna do it.”

“you lightweight! don’t do it.”

“have you seen him?”

“yeah, his brother’s hotter.”

“jack? ew.”

“you’re so weird.”

Y/N started going down the grand staircase for the auction. There was an item she’d be wanting for a while.

“and sold to buyer 231 for $3500! Our next item is an authentic Vancouver canucks jersey, signed by captain Quinn Hughes. let’s start the bidding at $700.”

Y/N held up her paddle. “800.”

“800, 800, do I hear 850?”

“850!” someone across the room (Y/N’s new enemy) shouted.

“900!” she raised her paddle again.

���950!”

“1000!”

“Y/N/N what are you doing?” Nora whisper screamed at her.

“I need this!”

“1500!”

“1500, 1500. is there a 2000?”

“going once, going tw-”

“5000”

“Y/N do not put that paddle up again.”

“I need this jersey.”

“you’re gonna spend over 5k on a jersey?”

“Yes.”

“7500.”

“10000.”

“15000.”

Quinn turned to see who would pay 15 grand for his jersey. They must be pretty generous. His jaw dropped. Y/N L/N. Y/N L/N had just bid 15 thousand dollars on his jersey. 15 thousand. on his jersey. His. Jersey.

“20000.”

“going once.”

“going twice.”

“and sold to buyer 184!”

Y/N buried her face in Nora’s shoulder, trying not to cry.

“there will be more jerseys.”

“this is the jersey!”

“let’s begin the bidding for the orchestra meet and greet! do I hear a 500?”

“1000.”

“1500.”

“1600.”

“1800.”

“2000.”

“5000.”

“Huggy, don’t overspend.”

“7000.”

“going once, going twice, and s-”

“8000.”

“some generous folks in the audience. unless I hear an 8-”

“10000.”

“Elias, this is the girl.”

“and sold to buyer 379!”

Quinn walked up to the stage to get the pass. it was a simple piece of laminated paper.

“ladies and gentlemen, it looks like Quinn Hughes is a supporter of music education!”

Quinn Hughes is a supporter of gorgeous women in music.

After taking the pass, he walked offstage and started to head toward the exit. He was almost out of the building when he heard someone calling his name.

“Quinn!”

“Y/N?”

“don’t leave.”

“what?”

“I said don’t leave.”

she took his hand, slipping her fingers between his.

“why’d you buy the meet and greet pass?”

he looked at his shoes and mumbled, “so I could meet you.”

he looked back up. “why’d you want the jersey?”

“because I want you.”

“you can have me,” he said, blushing like a little kid.

“you can have me too.”

he let go of her hand and wrapped his arms around her.

“Quinn?”

“yes, Y/N?”

“let’s get out of here.”

he took her hand again and led her to his car.

“your chariot awaits.”

part 2

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share your address | luke hughes social media au

read part 1 here

part 2

yournamelastname

tagged: lhughes_06

liked by lhughes_06, friend1, and others

yournamelastname i told him he didn't need to carry every bag

friend1 how'd you do it girl

yournamelastname i'll tell you when i learn

friend2 new nails?

friend2 y/n this is serious

lukiepookie he's so bf coded

devilsfan43 y/n do you know how lucky you are

lhughes_06

tagged: yournamelastname

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lhughes_06 photographer by day, hockey player by night

edwards.73 y/n was a paid actor

lhughes_06 bruh

jackhughes fries in the bag

seamuscasey26 stick to hockey

elblue06 so cute ❤️

elblue06 when do we get to meet her

part 3

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patron of the arts

yournamelastname

tagged: _quinnhughes

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yournamelastname life update

_quinnhughes ❤️❤️❤️

noraaa99 it girl

kennschoen you're so perfect

_quinnhughes love you so much

kingbrassinstruments the icon. the moment. the legend.

_quinnhughes literal angel

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lemon sorbet with jack <3

hating you for christmas | jack hughes x ex gf!reader

❅ summary: jack gets a christmas card from his ex. he can't get over her.

❅ pairing: jack hughes x reader

❅ content: angst

❅ word count: 1.2k

❅ prompt: hating you for christmas - everclear

❅ warnings: lots of alcohol, car accidents

❅ tags: @tomskookie @dream-girl06 @skepvids @devilinpradaheels @r0wdymaize86 @summert158 @lolatokki @camiesully

❅ note: i hate love and love hate

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“jack! mail’s here,” luke called, slamming a stack of envelopes on the coffee table.

“thanks, rusty.”

“let’s see if there’s anything good.”

he started flipping through the pile. bill. bill. card from mom and dad. card from nico. card from fitzgerald. card from quinn. card from cole. card from trevor. card from keefe. junk mail about gutter cleaning.

“hey, this one’s from y/n.”

“gimme that.” jack snatched the envelope from luke, his eyes wide. he tore open the envelope, revealing a cute little christmas card, similar to the one from last year. the one he was on. he stared at the cardstock, with y/n’s smiling face and her stupid boyfriend. the back was just word after word about how her life was happy and perfect and her job was great and her house was grand and her boyfriend was specimen of a man.

the envelope was addressed to luke.

jack ripped the card in half, then in half again, and again, and again. “stupid y/n.”

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I don't want to hear about your new job now

“i just need to finish my business certification, then as soon as i get the money, i’m gonna open the flower shop.”

“gonna make the arrangements for our wedding?”

“of course, jacky,” she said, kissing his cheek. she slid onto his lap and he wrapped his arms around her waist.

I don't want to hear about your new boyfriend

“jack, it’s so beautiful.”

“of course, love. i wanted you to have the best ring.”

“i love you.”

“i love you too, mrs hughes.”

I don't want to hear about it all working out for you

“five more minutes.”

“babe, you have to go to morning skate.”

“but you’re so warm.”

she rolled over so she faced him. he pressed his lips to the tip of her nose. “you’re such a goof.”

No, I don't want to hear it now

jack hughes stuns with girlfriend at devil’s charity gala

devils forward spotted with girlfriend outside bar

jack hughes speaks: 4 nations face off, road to the cup, and his elusive lover

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I don't want to hear about your swinging new place

I don't want to hear how everyone thinks it's great

“we should get a house soon.”

“what’s wrong with the apartment?”

“we’re getting married, silly!” she booped his nose. “your mom’s gonna want grandbabies.”

I just want to sit in our apartment and hate you

jack sat on the couch, his head in his hands. y/n had been gone for a week now. he didn’t know how to tell his parents, how to ask luke to let him back in the apartment.

she was gone.

Yes, I will be hating you for Christmas

“you’re never around!”

“you knew that when we got together!”

“if you can't be present now, how can you be present as a dad?”

“i will try.”

“but you can’t try now?”

“i’m sorry.”

she placed her ring on the counter.

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You can have the Christmas tree

Remember when we bought it at the store down the street?

“i think that’s gonna be too tall, baby.”

“nah, it’ll work.”

“what if we get this pink one?”

“wait, that’s actually so cute.”

I don't want to think about the lights on your white skin

“thanks for bringing me here, jack. it’s beautiful.”

“you’re beautiful.”

he cupped her face and kissed her, the lights shining onto them. “my pretty girl.”

No, I don't want to think about it

“god, i love you so much.”

“i love you more.”

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I don't want to think about last year at your dad's

“jack, i just want to say, since y/n’s in the kitchen, i think you’re the best boyfriend she’s ever had.”

“about that…”

“what’s up, son?”

jack wiped away a tear as he opened the velvet box. “think she’ll like it?”

he was immediately engulfed in a bear hug by her dad. “you’re a good kid, jack.”

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I don't want to think about my face in your soft hair

I will be hating you for Christmas

as soon as jack opened the door and stepped inside, y/n was in his arms.

“missed you so much.”

“i missed you too, baby.”

“hate it when you leave.”

“aw, did my sweet girl miss me?”“your fiancé missed you quite a lot.”

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I must be losing my mind

“is there a y/n cloning facility nearby?” luke asked.

“no?” jack answered.

“then how come every girl you bring in looks like her?”

“that is not true.”

“last monday made a convincing twin.”

There's gotta be a better way to deal with the pain

“luke, i’m gonna hurt you if you keep talking.”

“dude, go to therapy or something.”

“i don’t need therapy.”

“right, because hooking up with girls who look like your ex is cheaper and easier.”

“i’m gonna get you scratched.”

“nico only listens to people of sound mind.”

There's gotta be a better way to deal with the hate

“you don’t even know what that means!”

“who here went to college?”

jack picked up the nearest object, a plastic cup, and threw it at luke, who ducked. the cup made a slight dent in the wall.

“now look what you did!”

“no, luke, it’s your fault. you poked the sleeping bear!”

“bears mate for life, jack.”

Wish that I could find some way to make you go away

“you’re on the devils, right?” the blonde said, holding onto his arm.

“god, you’re so hot.” brunette number one said.

the other brunette placed a sloppy drunk kiss on his cheek.

“you’re single, right?”

“no, i’ve got you three.”

“oh, you’re a fox, jack.”

“well, ladies, i try.”

Wish that I could have a drink and make you fade

he couldn’t even count the number of drinks he’d had or the number of girls on his arm. tonight, he was not jack hughes, y/n’s miserable ex. he was jack hughes, first overall pick, new jersey devils star forward and alternate captain. he was a hotshot, the big ticket item, the best looking guy at the club.

except with drink after drink, all he could think was how y/n was at her stupid apartment in the arms of her stupid boyfriend and not a single girl here tonight was her.

I wish that I could have myself a drink and make you fade

so he slammed another shot down. the girls cheered. another shot. another glass. another bar. another club. another bottle. another taxi. another shot.

“ladies,” he began, his speech so slurred and impaired, “tonight, we dance.”

I wish that I could have a drink and make you go away

“let’s go back to my place.”

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Wish that I could make you go away

five injured in hockey player’s car crash

jack hughes’ mugshot: click here!

devil’s forward jack hughes dui

jack hughes involved in collision - 6 girls in car

I will be hating you for Christmas

“hughes, those are all from different occasions!”

“i’m aware.”

“what the hell were you thinking?”

“i wasn’t, sir.”

“clearly! jack, if you keep this up, i will not hesitate to scratch you!”

Yeah I will be hating you for Christmas

“like i care!”

“you should.”

“nothing matters!”

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he got an envelope from his desk and scribbled her new address on the back. the stamp was placed in the corner with extreme precision. the shredded remains of the card were placed inside, like flowers in a vase, like a body in a coffin. then, a note reading

Thanks for the Christmas card

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cherry jubilee with macklin!!!

'tis the damn season taylor

road not taken | macklin celebrini x ex gf!reader

♡ summary: everyone dated someone in elementary school. these relationships never lasted. macklin and y/n were no different. after all, their “dates” were just going to the park and drinking caprisuns or sitting on his couch watching pokemon. their “relationship” was just playing together at recess and y/n giving a short kiss on the cheek after his games. but even after their “break-up”, they were still good friends, until he moved in 2019. it’s been years now, with no contact, but now he’s coming back to vancouver to play the canucks.

♡ pairing: macklin celebrini x reader

♡ content: fluff, angst, insecure!macklin

♡ word count: 3k

♡ warnings: none

♡ prompt: ‘tis the damn season - taylor swift

♡ note: this was written with interspersed breaks of holiday inflatables.

♡ taglist: @devilinpradaheels @Summert158 @lekkerfrikandelletje @camiesully

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“so, hometown game,” will began, “how are you feeling?”

“i don’t know. it’s been my goal to be in the nhl, but now, i’m playing against my childhood team.”

“on your other childhood team.”

“the sharks don’t count.”

“i mean, you were a kid when you moved here.”

“the sharks don’t count.”

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macklin sat on the couch, with y/n. it had been such a big day. they had just wrapped up sixth grade, the end of elementary school.

“whatcha thinking about?” she asked, looking up from where she nestled at his side.

“us.”

“specifically?”

“i don’t know. i just like being your friend.”

“i like being your friend too.”

“it’s nice.”

“remember when we got married in your backyard?”

“y/n, don’t remind me.”

“you called me mrs celebrini for a month, until you forgot.”

“didn’t you ask aiden to help you divorce me?”

“maybe.”

“but look at us now.”

“do you wanna go run in the sprinkler.”

“is that even a question?”

she grabbed his hand and they ran next door to her house, into her backyard. her little sister was already playing in the sprinkler, overjoyed to see y/n and macklin.

it was going to be a nice summer.

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he had grown used to the mics all around him, all the time. that was the nature of being 1st overall, a star rookie, a standout player. he had grown used to the world knowing all about his life, his family, feeling like they were entitled to know more than what was already out on the internet.

“macklin! how do you feel about playing the canucks tomorrow?”

”were you excited about going to california?”

“did you miss vancouver?”

“are you excited to be back?”

“i never wanted to leave.”

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“macklin, you’re so weird.”

“no, i’m not!”

“yeah, you are. you’re always with y/n.”

“and?”

“is she your girlfriend or something?”

“not anymore.”

“not anymore? so not even she wants to date you?”

“it’s not like that!”

“do you wish you were dating her?”

“i- she’s my best friend!”

“guys, macklin’s in love with y/n!”

“no, i’m not!”

“loser!”

macklin was quiet the whole car ride home from practice. everything said was true. he was weird. y/n was not his girlfriend anymore. not even she wanted to date him. he did wish he was dating her. he was in love with y/n.

“mom?”

“yes, dear?”

“how did you know you were in love with dad?”

“well, we went to school together and he was just super sweet.”

“would you be sad if he had moved?”

“macklin.”

“mom, it’s an honest question.”

“of course i would’ve been sad. he might not have gotten the chance to tell me how he felt.”

macklin let out a quiet sob. clearly, his situation was hopeless.

“what’s wrong, dear?”

“we’re moving in a few months. and i’ll be in c-california and y/n will be here.”

“i know she’s your friend, but you can make more friends down there.”

“mom, i have a crush on y/n!”

“oh my. now, that’s different.”

“and i can’t do anything about it because we’re moving!”

“mack, don’t start that. you know how much your father’s new job will help our family.”

“i’m her best friend too! she’ll have no one!”

“that’s not true. y/n is a little social butterfly.”

“i can’t leave her here.”

“i get that you’re having all these feelings, but you’re 12. you’ll meet other girls.”

“they aren’t her.”

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macklin sat on his bed in the hotel in vancouver. will was setting up his toiletries in the bathroom.

“it’s nice of them to let us stay a little bit after,” will said, trying to lighten the mood.

“yeah.”

“mack, are you okay? you’ve been moping this whole time.”

“it’s weird, will. this was my team. some of these guys were playing when i still lived here. i’ve seen quinn hughes play here.”

“and now you’re playing against him.”

“it’s weird!”

“there’s something else bugging you.”

“i’m fine.”

“mack, you can talk to me. we’re best friends.”

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mom: look what i found

mom: attachment: one image

mom: i heard she’s going to be there

mack: ok?

mack: i haven’t talked to her since middle school.

mack: i don’t care.

mom: don’t give me that

mom: you two were best friends

mom: you should care a little bit

mack: i don’t

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“c’mon, let’s go explore.”

“i don’t need to explore. i know this city.”

“how long has it been since you’ve been back? c’mon, macklin, let’s go.”

“fine.”

macklin and will made their way out of the hotel, ready to go out on the town.

“do you think you’ll recognize anyone?”

“i hope not.”

will must’ve spoken that into being or something, because right as they turned that corner, mack walked right into someone he knew.

“oh my god, macklin???”

“y/n?” his y/n. “are you okay?”

“yeah, i’m okay.”

“you guys know each other?” will asked, looking between y/n and mack.

“yeah… yeah, we do.”

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macklin couldn’t breathe. y/n had her head on his shoulder, her hands fidgeting in her lap. they were laying in the grass of her backyard, looking up at the vancouver sky together for the last time.

“do you really have to go?”

“i’d stay if i could.”

“you could stay with my family.”

“i don’t think your dad would like that.”

“it’d be fine.”

“he’d make me sleep on the porch.”

“that’s better than you being in stupid sacramento.”

“san francisco.”

“doesn’t matter. it’s not vancouver. it’s not next to me.”

“it’ll be good for hockey.”

“really? leaving vancouver will be good for hockey?”

“i’m sorry, y/n.”

“it’s fine.”

“no, it’s not.”

“macklin, you leave tomorrow. i can’t do anything about it.”

he laced his fingers in hers. “i’m sorry.”

“do you want to spend the night?”

“tonight?”

“well, you won’t be here tomorrow night.”

the two kids giggled as macklin pulled y/n to her feet and they ran inside.

“mom!”

“what is it?”

“can macklin spend the night?”

“tonight?”

“mom, he’s leaving!”

“i suppose. make good choices.”

she took his hand and walked upstairs to her room, the fairy lights creating a warm, inviting feel.

“i don’t have my pajamas.”

“lucky for you, you can’t remember to bring your stuff home.”

y/n opened a drawer, full of his stuff.

“that’s where it all went!”

he took a hoodie and pair of shorts and went to the bathroom to change. y/n put on one of mack’s big shirts, the fabric swallowing her whole. his dad had bought it a few sizes big on accident and never got around to returning it.

“y/n? are you decent?”

“yeah!”

macklin came back in. “remind me to steal my clothes back.”

“nah.”

“you’re the worst.”

they climbed underneath the fluffy pink duvet and just couldn’t stop giggling. “you’re my best friend.”

“you’re my best friend too, mack. always have been.”

“always will be?”

“nah, you’re ditching me and for what? the sharks?”

“y/n, please be serious.”

“of course, you’ll always be my best friend. will i always be yours?”

“duh.”

and there they laid, in y/n’s bed. they just talked and talked, planning visits and to reunite after high school. macklin shared how nervous he was, how badly he wanted to stay with his team, his home, her. y/n listened, her fingers tracing flowers and stars on his arm.

“what if you forget me?”

“like anything else is worth remembering.”

“i’m being real.”

“i won’t. but i have a real concern about you forgetting me.”

“i could never.”

“whatever you say, mr. hockey star.”

“y/n, i could the next mcdavid and wouldn’t forget you.”

“you say that now.”

“not even crosby could forget someone like you.”

“i’m sure he did. cole harbour is a lot smaller than pittsburgh.”

“he definitely visits.”

“yes, but everyone knows crosby. everyone knows mcdavid. everyone knows gretzky.”

“no one knows celebrini.”

“they will. but no one knows l/n.”

“i do.”

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somehow, he’d ended up across the table from y/n at a little coffee shop. her hair was longer, her cheekbones more defined. she was more grown-up, but at the same time, the same girl he left here.

“so, what are you doing back in vancouver?” he asked, not looking up from his water.

“winter break.”

“where are you going to school?”

“university of toronto. great psychology program.”

“nice. i’m here for the game.”

“i know.”

“you do?”

“everyone knows, macklin.”

“so you knew i was on the sharks?”

“i didn’t stop following hockey when you left.”

“you never said anything after the draft.”

“what would i have said? hey macklin, sorry i haven’t reached out since we were thirteen. congrats on going first.”

“that would’ve been something.”

“i’m not the one who gave up.”

“are you saying i did?”

“i’m saying maybe the u14 aaa junior sharks had a little something to do with it.”

“don’t act like that, y/n!”

“you know, i thought for the longest time, maybe hockey just kept you busy and i shouldn’t take it personally. but then i saw that blonde in all your posts.”

“y/n, you don’t get it.”

“this is stupid. why did i bother? you’ve changed, i’ve changed. can’t expect a guy to remember you when he’s got a new toy.”

she stood up and took her espresso with her. “bye mack.”

“no y/n, come back.”

“why?”

“you can’t villainize me for dating someone else. we were friends. and you definitely dated people too.”

“so, let’s call it even. fresh start. i’m here for a few days. let’s catch up, clean slate.”

“i’m going home. you know where to find me.”

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“dude, you got a date or what?”

“or what?”

“is it with that girl.”

“yep.”

“who is she?”

“y/n l/n. my best friend.”

“ouch.”

“sorry, will, she came first.”

“bros before hoes, mack.”

“will, there’s pictures of us in her bathtub in her mom’s scrapbook.”

“damn.”

macklin took a look in the mirror to adjust his tie. “how do i look?”

“snappy.”

“i’ll see you around.”

“use protection!”

“shut up, dude!”

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he stood in front of that familiar house, with the cream walls, the wrap around porch, and the brown door. mrs. l/n’s lavender bushes were still bright and vibrant, even after all these years. he raised his fist and knocked on the door. mr. l/n opened it, his eyes wide in shock.

“macklin?”

“is y/n home?”

he turned inside. “y/n! you have a gentleman caller!”

y/n appeared shortly after, in a little black dress and satin pumps. her makeup was perfect and her hair was in a cute half-up, half-down.

“speak of the devil.”

macklin quickly hugged her, his strong arms wrapping around her waist. “missed you.”

“missed you too, big guy.”

“y/n, honey, did you arrange this?”

“yeah, we ran into each other earlier.”

“i see.”

“bye, dad.”

“make good choices.”

she stepped outside, her car keys in hand. she adjusted her purse on her shoulder and switched her keys to the other hand, so she could hold macklin’s.

“so, lily had to use the car for some outing with her boyfriend.”

“so…”

“we’re taking the truck.”

“that’s your dad’s baby!”

“i’m his baby, thank you very much.”

macklin helped y/n into the cab of the truck. “why’d he spring for such tall tires? he works in finance.”

“i barely understand the guy.”

she put the key into the ignition and put her bag in macklin’s lap. “thanks for being my passenger princess tonight.”

“yeah, your dad would kill me if i touched the wheel.”

after she turned the headlights on, she looked over at mack. in his eyes, she saw the same boy who held her hand under the stars, who threatened the playground bullies, who kissed her in order to steal the last cookie. she shook her head like an etch-a-sketch to erase the thought.

“where do you want to go?”

“we could just ride around.”

y/n put the truck in reverse and backed out of the driveway, turning onto the street.

“you’re trouble, celebrini.”

“yeah, but you love it.”

“i missed it.”

“what’d you do without me?”

“cried.”

“actually?”

“yeah.”

“i’m sorry.”

“blame your dad.”

“hey.”

“not like you wanted to leave anyway.”

“i missed you a lot too. california’s got nothing on you.”

“don’t lie.”

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“y/n, did you hear?”

“hear what?” ”macklin’s supposed to be the top draft pick.”

“who?”

“celebrini? our old neighbor?”

“oh, him? cool, i guess.”

that was all anyone ever talked about. her mom, still close friends with robyn would never stop gushing about how great macklin was at hockey. the other people in her grade were thoroughly impressed that someone from little vancouver was going first, as if connor bedard hadn’t done it last year, as if macklin still lived here.

“didn’t you guys date?”

“yeah, in fourth grade.”

“but weren’t you friends?”

“not anymore.”

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macklin celebrini and will smith - two peas in a pod

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“i can’t believe this.” y/n said, flopping onto the bed in her dorm. “i’ve truly been replaced.”

“when did you last see each other?” lena, her roommate asked.

“not the point.”

“what’s the point then?”

“he said i’d always be his best friend.”

“didn’t he say that he’d never forget you too?”

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macklin was chatting with will during warm ups when he noticed a sign with his face on it. the sign read “hey #71! i’ll trade you a kiss for a puck!” and had many, many hearts drawn on it.

he skated up to them and said “i need to see your face first!”

they dropped the sign reveal y/n. she made half of a hand heart, which macklin completed.

“meet me by the player tunnel after. name drop me. i’ll get you that kiss!”

“good luck! score a goal for me!”

“i’ll score five!”

macklin did, in fact, not score five goals. he scored two, which was good enough for y/n. she was let into the area by the locker rooms and waited patiently for macklin. eventually, he came out, his hair wet with water from his post game shower. his tie was askew, but that didn’t matter. this macklin - her macklin (not that she’d say that out loud) - looked the same as that macklin, the one who insisted she come to all of his games. he had that same glimmer in his eyes, the same smile when he saw her.

“so about that kiss?” she said, batting her eyelashes.

“i have something to say first.”

“i have something to say too.”

“one?”

“two.”

“three.”

“I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU!”

“you are?”

“since when?”

“y/n, i’ve been in love with you since we were ten and you asked me to be your boyfriend after grayson julian said she wanted to be my girlfriend. i remember you saying you couldn’t lose your best friend to someone mean like her. i loved you through every bad test, every argument over google slides templates for projects, every mile we had to run in pe. i loved you every mile i flew away. i loved you with every goal i scored, every assist i did, every pass i made. i loved you in san francisco, i loved you in minnesota, i loved you in chicago, i loved you in boston, i love you in san jose, and i love you here, in vancouver, if you’ll have me.”

“macklin celebrini, i am so extremely mad at you.”

“you are?”

“you ghosted me a week after you landed in california!”

“i didn’t know how to manage a relationship at age 13, much less a long distance one!”

“you’re such an idiot.”

“i know, i feel really stupid.”

“but you’re my idiot.”

“i am?”

“mack, i’ve been in love with you since we were nine and we were drinking caprisuns on my couch. i couldn’t get the straw to poke a whole and you took the pouch and did it for me. i was in love with you when you lost games and tournies, when you got picked on for being bad at math, and when we watched the stars in the backyard. i never stopped loving you.”

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macklin couldn’t breathe. y/n had her head on his shoulder, her hands fidgeting in her lap. they were laying in the grass of her backyard, looking up at the vancouver sky together.

“i didn’t want to leave. but i couldn’t stay.”

“mack…”

“if i could’ve stayed, i would’ve. i would’ve slept on your porch and given up hockey if i meant i could stay here, with you.”

“you don’t need to do that.”

“but i would. if i had a time machine, i’d go back and convince my parents to stay.”

“no.”

“what?”

“if you did, things would be different. yes, we might’ve dated in high school, but we also might’ve lost each other.”

“i guess you’re right.”

“aren’t you glad you kept your options open?”

“yeah,” he kissed her cheek, “i really am.”

“the road not taken is looking really good right now.”

“does it?”

“mhm… he’s tall with perfectly tousled hair and probably abs.”

“i’ve got abs.”

“prove it.”

“you’re terrible!”

“you love me!”

“yeah, i do.”

“we could just sleep out here.”

“it’s december in canada. we’re going inside.”

“sounds good, babe.”

“babe?”

“you like it?”

“love it.”

and with that, he took her hand, pulling her to her feet and into his arms. he slipped one hand behind her head, the other one to her waist.

“i think i still owe you that kiss.”