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sunsetchicane · 1 year ago

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i love you, i'm sorry [QH43]

quinn hughes x fem!reader

word count: 2.9k

summary: two years after breaking things off with Quinn, you find yourself going to Game 1 of Round 2 of the Playoffs, completely unprepared to see the man you still harbour feelings for.

based off of: this is loosely based off of I Love You, I'm Sorry by Gracie Abrams

warnings: aggressive amounts of pining (like, probably annoying), two swear words, a few kisses, mentions of a breakup (so like, kinda angst? idk man), copious amounts of cheesiness, probably extremely inaccurate descriptions of the game, not great writing lol. let me know if i missed anything!

author's note: okay, i haven't written anything on here yet due to a horrendous case of writer's block and many hours of working. so, this is definitely not my best work, but it was a fun way to try move past my writing slump. i really do hope that anyone who reads this does enjoy! love, addi <3

Vancouver’s streets preserve memories well. You found that out when, even two years after things had fallen to pieces, you couldn’t go anywhere without seeing the two of you holding hands, sharing quiet laughs, and stealing kisses. You’d thought that after two years you would’ve been able to shake those memories off when they plagued your mind; but it was hard when he was plastered across banners and fans sported his jersey for half the year.

He was making his name known throughout the NHL, and you couldn’t ignore the buzz around Quinn Hughes when the Canucks made it to the Stanley Cup Playoffs.

After you and Quinn had broken things off, you had to find separate friend groups to belong in. The two of you had shared too many mutual friends. The group of ladies you did manage to find yourself among knew nothing about your past relationship with the captain of the Canucks. When the city was gearing up for the first round of the playoffs, even your friends couldn’t stop talking about the sport.

You were standing outside, leaning against the railing on a BC ferry, returning from visiting family on the Island, when you received a call from your friend Lydia. You picked up without hesitation.

“Hey, what’s up?” you asked.

She immediately giggled, which honestly had you a little scared. “I have a surprise,” she said excitedly, the last word dragged out.

You snorted. “Am I allowed to ask what it is?”

“It’s a really big surprise, and you have to promise not to scream when I tell you,” she laughed, acting like a teenage girl again. It was one of the things you really did love about her – her ability to bring childlike joy with her wherever she went.

“I promise not to scream, Lyd,” you assured her, hoping she was satisfied.

She paused for dramatic effect, and you let her. You knew she was having fun with it.

“We’re going to the first game of round 2 of the playoffs!” she squealed.

Your phone nearly slipped through your fingers, almost lost to the sea. You stepped away from the railing, suddenly very glad there was no one on the deck with you. Your heart clenched in your chest. The last time you had been to a game was when you and Quinn had still been together. He wouldn’t even know you were in the crowd, but you would be painfully aware of him in the centre of the arena.

“Okay, you’re even quieter than I thought you’d be,” Lydia commented, reminding you that there was someone on the other end of the line.

You debated for a moment what to say. Would it best to just blurt out that you had dated Quinn Hughes and you were not exactly ready to go watch him play again? Definitely not.

“Uh, yeah, I’m just surprised!” That wasn’t a lie. “How’d you get the tickets?”

“My dad,” she said simply. “When I told him I wanted to go see the Canucks, he was suddenly the proudest parent in the world. You know how he is – once he gets an idea in his head, whether it’s planted there by me or not, he has to do it.”

“Wow, that’s–that’s crazy!” you said stiffly, still unsure of how to act.

“Yeah, and it gets better! We’re sitting right behind the Canucks’ bench!”

You nearly choked on nothing. “What?”

“I know, right? I don’t know how my dad managed it, but he did,” she told you, completely unaware of your stuttering heart. “Who knows, maybe we’ll catch some players’ eyes,” she joked, and you tried to force a laugh out with her.

“Yeah, maybe.” What you didn’t add out loud was your brain screaming please no.

After a few more minutes of chatting and you pretending to be completely sound of mind, Lydia said goodbye, telling you she would send the details soon.

You pocketed your phone and leaned against the railing once more. You watched as the sun brushed the horizon, casting a beautiful pink against the clouds. Vancouver was getting close, and for obvious reasons, you were suddenly dreading it. You wanted to sit on the ferry until it returned to Vancouver Island.

You sighed and rested your chin on your folded arms. You heard a faint buzzing sound above you, and lifted your eyes to the sky. A plane was coming to land at the Vancouver Airport. As it approached, you let yourself imagine it was Quinn flying back from Nashville, and you felt your heart tighten in your chest once more, because you were terrified to see him again, but also because you still missed him. Maybe you were scared to see him because you missed him.

You dropped your forehead to your arms once more and groaned loudly, the ocean and the brightening city lights your only listening companions.

When the morning of May 8th arrived, you found yourself unable to shake the anxiety that had made a home in your chest over the last few days. There was a tenseness in your shoulders that never left, and a squeezing at your heart that seemed relentless.

The group chat you shared with your friends had been buzzing incessantly, the girls incredibly excited. Every now and then you made your fingers put a message out there that hopefully hid your anxieties from them.

After much procrastination, you eventually made your way to your closet. After tugging on a simple pair of blue jeans, you reached towards the back of your closet. Your fingers closed around the unmistakable, thick material of the jersey. Taking a deep breath, you pulled it out. Your only Canucks jersey of course, had to be Quinn’s home jersey from two seasons ago. No one would know it was the jersey that he had pulled over his head before every home game. However, you knew. There was no C on the left side of the chest, and your mind was pulled back to the relationship you had shared.

You often questioned why you and Quinn had even ended things. You missed him so much still, and you were plagued by the way you knew it had been the wrong choice. You had been growing apart as he was dealing with growing attention and expectations within his career, and a promotion at your own job had stolen your energy and attention. You had both been tired and short with one another, and eventually the tension built and had blown up in a terrible way.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to force both the guilt and continued yearning out of your busy mind.

When Lydia texted that she and the girls were on the way to your apartment, you reluctantly pulled the jersey over your head. The sleeves covered most of your hands, and the fabric fell past your hips and part way down your thighs. You pulled on a pair of shoes and left the safe space that was your apartment, locking the door behind you.

Rogers Arena was packed and the energy in the building made you feel like you could start vibrating. You and your friends held hands so as not to get separated. You were glad when your friends made no comment on how tightly you squeezed their hands, or how sweaty your palms might have been.

You were made significantly more nervous when you realised that Lydia had not been exaggerating about your seats. You were sitting right behind the bench.

The arena was filling up steadily, and you sat there in between your friends, not speaking a single word. It had been a couple years since you had been here, and while you were very nervous, the familiarity came rushing back to you and it helped to slow your fast beating heart.

If you closed your eyes, you could imagine Quinn smiling at you from the other side of the glass, and laughing when you blew him a kiss.

You wrapped your arms gently around yourself, the once very stiff material of the jersey now very easily shifted and manipulated. You knew it didn’t smell like him anymore, but when you let yourself get lost in the feeling of his old jersey, it was like he was right there. You were wrapped in him still, and you doubted it would ever go away.

You were shocked out of your own thoughts when your friends, along with the rest of the fans around you, started cheering. The Canucks and the Oilers were on the ice, starting to warm up. Your eyes searched the ice quickly, and gliding easily across the ice on the opposite side of rink, was the captain, the number 43 embroidered on his jersey, just like the one you adorned.

Your own cheeks heated up when it really hit you that you were wearing his old jersey. You weren’t together anymore; what were you thinking? He could see you– what would he think when he saw you right behind his bench, wearing the jersey he had gifted you?

You suddenly wanted to throw up more than ever. He exchanged a few words with Elias, and laughed at something his buddy had said. Your heart ached in longing once more. You had missed his laugh so much.

Quinn now had facial hair, something he hadn’t had when he was with you. His hair was longer, peeking out from beneath his helmet. He already seemed much more grown up. He looked like a captain, something who had become used to leading his team. Quinn had always been somewhat confident in his abilities as a hockey player, but it was easy to tell that he had really gotten used to his role on the team and had come into his own over the past two years.

The girls grabbed your hands and walked into the aisle, just to get right up to the glass. Your face burned and you tried to hide behind some of your friends. You kept your heads down and your arms folded.

Your friends held up hats and other paraphernalia that they desperately wanted signed by players.

“Y/N!” One of your friends practically shouted. You suddenly noticed that they had all stopped cheering. You looked up to see them parted in front of you.

Quinn was on the other side of the glass, looking right at you.

Your friends shoved you up the glass, giggling and squealing. You nearly ran into the glass from the force of their shoves. Quinn laughed at you, his smile exactly how you remembered it.

He pointed at the white Canucks towel in your hands and shouted, “toss it over!” The arena was so loud you were glad he had mouthed it clearly. You hesitated but threw the towel over. With one glove off and in the other hand, he caught it. He gestured to one of your friends to throw over the Sharpie she was holding. She did gladly, happy to be included. He caught it easily and started to write quickly on the white fabric. Your heart did flips while watching him, and your hands shook with nothing to hold onto.

He finally capped the pen and threw both the towel and marker over the glass. You struggled to catch it, but thankfully, you managed to hold onto it. You held it flat before you.

Meet me by my car after. Usual spot. Your breath stopped slightly when you saw a rushed heart drawn next to the words. You looked back up to see him putting his glove back on. He gave you a warm smile that set you on a fire from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. You took a deep breath and nodded to him. His smile widened slightly. Before he turned to skate away, you saw him mouth the words, “nice jersey.” You stuttered for a second, and he simply winked and turned.

Your friends all screamed and crowded you, looking at the towel.

“Usual spot? What the fuck is going on?” Lydia yelled over the noise, cackling.

You just blushed and shook your head, returning to your seat with the towel gripped tightly in your hands.

As the teams continued to warm up, you explained as quickly as you could that you and Quinn had once been together. Your friends, of course, were shocked but also very excited for you at the prospect of reuniting with him. You simply waved your hands in protest.

“I don’t even know if he wants to get back together with me! He might just want to catch up or something… we’re cool now and I don’t want to mess anything up.”

“Girl, please!” one of your friends shouted. “He drew a motherfucking heart and winked at you! Of course he wants you back.”

You all laughed and you embraced the next blush that warmed your cheeks.

The players left the ice, and minutes later, the lights went dark. The deafening sound of nearly 19,000 people screaming almost broke your eardrums. Blue light filled the room, and you looked up to see what was playing on the large screens above you.

You watched the intro video and let a nostalgic, giddy feeling overtake you. You couldn’t help but smile.

The arena fell back into nearly full darkness. You heard the beginning of a familiar sound of twinkly guitar that dragged you right back to 2011. Goosebumps rose up along your skin all over your body. That was the last time the Canucks had made it to the Playoff finals, and you hoped dearly that they could get there again. The playing of Where The Streets Have No Name from their intro from 2011 made hope take hold of you.

You couldn’t help but raise your particularly special white rally towel in the air to wave alongside all of the other Canucks fans in the building.

It had been surprisingly easy to get into the players’ parking garage. Despite it being two years since you had been in the building, you were recognized by several people, who let you walk wherever you wanted.

Your friends had practically shoved you to go after the game, screaming after you to call them later. You had laughed and walked away, your steps lighter than they had been in a long while.

You later found yourself standing by Quinn’s car. It was the same one he’d had when you had been together. Your hand brushed the shining hood of the car, and you could see yourself in the passenger seat, laughing at something he’d said as the two of you drove around downtown Vancouver.

“Thank God you actually showed up.”

You whipped around, seeing a freshly showered Quinn in sweatpants and a hoodie making his way towards you.

You tugged on the hem of the jersey, your heart beating quicker and quicker with every step he took.

He stopped in front of you, and when you looked up, you both spoke.

“I love you.”

“I’m sorry.”

Your eyes nearly popped out of your head. “You-what?”

He bit his bottom lip before repeating himself. “I love you. I know it’s been two years, but-”

“I love you, too,” you said quickly, blood roaring in your ears. “And I am so, so sorry. I never should’ve-”

It was his turn to cut you off. “Don’t apologise, please. It’s not your fault.”

“Can you… can you please accept my apology, at least?”

He smiled softly. “I forgive you. I’m sorry, too.”

“I forgive you, too,” you whispered softly, your heart swelling with affection as you looked at him. You felt an intense relief flood your body. Your shoulders finally relaxed for the first time in what felt like years. He reached out and wrapped you in a warm hug. You melted into it, returning the gesture.

“I missed you. So much,” you mumbled into his hoodie.

One of hands gently scratched the back of your neck like he used to do. “I missed you, too.” He pulled away just enough to lean down and kiss your lips softly. Nothing had ever felt so natural. His playoff beard scratched your face and you laughed at the sensation, pulling away.

“Not used to the beard,” you admitted, smiling widely.

He smiled, too. “Yeah, what do you think? Should I keep it around?”

You shrugged, leaning back into him. “Well, you’re very handsome either way.”

“You think?”

“Mhm. Your hair also looks very good. I like it longer like this,” you told him, ruffling his brown hair. He swatted your hand away and kissed your cheek.

“Noted.” He looked down at me again. “Should probably get you a new jersey.”

“Hm, you think I need the big ole C on here, Captain?”

He shook his head, blushing. “Don’t call me that.”

You laughed, wrapping your arms around him, bringing his head down for you to kiss. “Couldn’t help myself.” You grabbed his hands. “Congratulations on the big win, by the way.”

“I can’t believe you came. I thought I was hallucinating or something when I saw you,” he told you honestly.

“Well, I’m glad I came,” you admitted, running a hand through his hair.

“You have no idea how happy I am right now,” he said, smiling wider than you had seen all night.

You laughed, feeling pure joy in your heart. “I think I might have an idea.”

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qrrieterisunnq · 1 year ago

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A week without you - Jack Hughes

jack!hughes x fem!reader Summary: Jack's on the roadie and he misses y/n so much, so he's cuddling with a body pillow, pretending that it's y/n… A/N: It's been a while since I posted something that wasn't requested, so enjoy this angst/fluff, and happy rest of the day! And it's not edited, I might edit it in two weeks, 'cause we have three weeks of practice, so I'll have time to do it. requested: yes/no likes are good, reblogs are better <3 gif, not mine word count: 1,65K warning(s): angst?, sad Jack, Luke being a caring young brother, FaceTiming

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Just eight days. Just eight days and he’ll be back at home, in the embrace of his lovely girl. Her hands would scratch at his scalp, as she’d listen to his talks about the roadie.

Jack is currently sitting on the bench in Rogers Arena in Vancouver, his breaths are heavy from the intense morning skate before the game against canucks.

“Jack?” Luke’s voice makes Jack jolt in place, his hand rising to his chest, taking in a deep breath.

“Dude, you scared the shit outta me,” he shifts on the bench, making a place for Luke to sit down. “What do you need?” Jack looks over at him, raising eyebrows in question and curiosity.

“Just wanna ask you, if you’re, okay?” there’s a concern in his eyes. He’s been observing Jack for the few days they were away from Jersey, and he can see the change in his mood. He’s been distant a lot and he was playing like shit in the last two games they had. “You’ve been acting weird lately.”

“I’m fine.” Jack tries to sound convincing, but Luke doesn’t buy it. He lets out a deep sigh, hanging his head low, thinking about how to make Jack talk.

“Jack, you know that is a lame, thing to say,” Jack nods his head, knowing damn right, that he can’t get away from this conversation. “Tell me, what is going on, J.”

Jack takes in deep breath, while he’s sorting out his thoughts. “It’s nothing…I just miss y/n you know,” he let out, fiddling with his gloves. “I know I was away from her for longer, but it just hits me hard, you know. In a month we have our year anniversary and I feel like I should be with her, you know.” he looks over at Luke his eyes already on his brother, concern in them.

“I can’t say I know how you feel, but I get it. If I had a girl and our anniversary was coming, I’d wanted to be with her too.” Luke nods understandingly and throws his arm around his shoulders to pull him close. “Come on,” Luke stands up, holding Jack’s hand to help him up. “Practice is over, and I’m sure, y/n is waiting for you to call her.” This seems to bring Jack into reality. He swiftly stood up, moving past Luke to the locker room, leaving Luke standing in the place with nothing more than an amazed expression.

“Wow, that was quick.” He mumbles to himself with an amused smile on his lips and follows his brother into the locker room.

“Lukey?” Jack turns at his younger brother with a plea in his eyes.

“Yeah?” he says bluntly not looking up from his phone as he makes his way into the room dropping his bag on the ground next to Jack’s.

“Could you maybe go to the boys for a while?” Jack starts carefully waiting for Luke’s reaction. His brows raised in confusion before he can ask why, Jack explains. “I want to talk with y/n for a while. You know, in private.”

“Yeah, sure!” he nods his head, opening his bag to pull out a wallet. “I’m sure the boys will head to a restaurant, so I’ll go with them,” he says making his way to the doors. He catches sight of Jack’s expression, chuckling to himself. “And I promise I won’t drink anything!” with a small wave he leaves the room, his phone already glutted to his ear as he’s calling Nico asking where they are.

Jack walks over to his bed popping down, he pulls his phone from his pants. A wide smile spreads across his lips as he sees his wallpaper. It’s him, hugging you tightly to his chest as you both fall asleep in a chair at a bonfire last summer in the lake house.

He finds your contact, dialing your number, waiting impatiently for you to pick up.

With a groan leaving your lips, you reach over the table to get your phone. You’re not in the mood to talk with someone. Your boss was an ass to you, giving you another thing to do, even though your work hours ends in ten minutes. Not looking at the caller ID, you pick it up, groaning. “What is it?”

“Oh, hi. Am I calling too soon? I thought you were done with work.” Jack lets out, scrunching his nose as he looks at the time. It’s 1 pm in Vancouver which means it's 4 pm in Jersey.

“Sorry, baby. No, you’re calling right. It’s my boss. He gave me another thing to do so I’ll be here for another hour or so,” you sigh, getting the call on speaker, placing the phone next to you, focusing back on your work. “Anyway, you excited for today's game?” you say with a smile on your lips. You were supposed to come to that game, but your boss wouldn't give you time off, so you’ll be cheering on them from home.

“Oh, so excited! Another time we’ll be playing against Quinn. It’s always amazing playing against him. Just sucks that you won’t be here.” You can imagine the pout he’s wearing on his lips, together with his sad blue eyes.

“I know my love, I was looking forward to seeing you play all together. I’m sure, there will be other chances I’ll get to see you play. Maybe next season, okay? But don’t think about it, tell me something!” you say in a cheerful voice. You love listening to his voice while you’re working or doing something.

His voice is so angelic. You could listen to his voice forever and you wouldn’t be bored of it.

“Okay, but I don’t know what,” he snorts chuckling.

“Anything! What were you doing today?” you asked, waiting for him to start talking. As soon as his voice sounds through the speaker you start typing on your notebook.

On the other side of the call, Jack is lying in his bed, a pillow pressed to his chest as he talks about his practice, aware that y/n is working and that she probably doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

“Y/n,” he asks when there’s a long silence.

“Yeah?” she hums bluntly her focus on the task she’s almost done with.

“I miss you,” Jack whispers shyly, his voice soft. You let out a sigh, a pout forming on your lips. “I miss you so much. I don’t know if I’ll make another day without you.” He confesses tears springing in his eyes.

“I miss you too, Jacky, but it's just eight days and you’ll be home. You’ll have four days without any game.” You say cheerfully, trying to ease the moment.

“I can’t sleep without you.” He says as he clutches the pillow to his chest, a single tear running down his cheek, dropping on the pillow.

“Jack you can, just pretend I’m here or something.” You let out a sigh, resting your face in your hands.

“It’s not helping,” he pouts childishly. “The pillow doesn’t smell like you.” y/n sighs closing her eyes. Sure, she misses him and it’s hard to sleep without him in the bed, but she knows how hard it’s for Jack to be apart from her. He’s been like this since university when they were going on short roadies. They always slept with Facetime on during the whole night. “Can I see you?”

“Sure, J,” you nod, waiting for him to turn on the camera. “Hey, my love.” A smile forms on your lips as soon as your eyes meet his.

“You are gorgeous,” he blurs out as soon as your face pops on his screen. “So fucking gorgeous, especially with the glasses on. You look sexy.”

“Thank you, J,” you giggle, your cheeks turning red at his compliment. “But I really need to work, so if you don’t mind I won’t be saying anything for another hour or so?” you cock your head to the side, watching his soft and relaxed features.

“Yeah, that’s okay, love. I’ll probably take a nap. We’re going to meet Quinn in like…” he looks behind his shoulder, searching for something. “Don't you know where my phone is?” he asks his brows furrowed in confusion.

“Love it’s next to you, we’re face-timing through it.” You laugh shaking your head at his…you don’t even know what.

“Oh, right,” he chuckles shaking his head. “Anyway we’re going to meet Quinn in like two hours for a brunch, so, I’ll just take a nap.” He rambles.

“Yeah, fine by me!”

After half an hour, when you’re almost done with your work, you look over at your phone, only to see your beautiful boy, clutching a pillow to his chest, a small smile resting on his lips as he mumbles something under his nose. You’re eyes grow softer at the sight of him.

If you were here with him, you’d probably run your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp, and reading a book or something while he’ll be napping.

You can’t help the smile growing when you hear him mumbling your name. The boy is your entire life. In a few days, you’ll be celebrating your year anniversary as a couple, and you can’t wait for it. You let your sweet boy sleep as you start finishing the work you have to do again.

When Jack wakes up with a big smile on his face, it even grows wider when sees his girl still at the same place, a focused look on her face as she types something on her computer. He snuggles more into the pillow he’s holding to his chest, a pillow he was pretending was a girl as he was sleeping for a few hours, and lets out a quiet sigh as he watches his beautiful girl working.

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sweetdispatch · 9 months ago

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Why are you doing this to yourself? - Q. Hughes

masterlist pairing: Quinn Hughes x girlfriend!reader summary: Quinn's girlfriend relapsed to her old habits after his comment warning: mentions of cheating, mentions of eating disorder, mentions of throwing up, mentions of sex (nothing graphic), swearing, angst, hurt/comfort note: my first ever published fic!! I used a name instead of Y/N because i don't feel comfortable writing without names so sorry for that. Also, english is not my first language so apologies if there's gonna be any mistakes. I'm proud of this piece and I hope you'll enjoy reading🤍 if you are struggling with eating disorder, please talk to somebody, your family, friends or even to me, you are not alone in this!❤️‍🩹

Zara never had been in a healthy relationship. Since high school times, all her boyfriends were abusive towards her. As a teenager, she got into love-hate relationship with food. Always blaming herself and her look for not being good enough to have a partner. When she had been multiple times cheated on, she truly believed that’s because she’s fat and unattractive. The truth was that she was looking normal, like every teenage girl but her low self confidence let her believe that she’s the problem. Zara was skipping meals and when she ate something, she felt guilty and was forcing herself to throw up. When she graduated high school, she came back on right tracks. Yes, she still was struggling and had episodes of skipping meals but it got way better than it was back then.

When Zara met Quinn, she was impressed by how well spoken he is and very respectful towards her. She truly started to believe that she deserves to be loved. He was always giving her compliments and her confidence was growing. She never told him about how shitty exes she had and her problems with eating. She didn’t wanted a pity party from him. She truly believed that she’s a new person thanks to him. After a year of dating, Quinn had been named a new captain of the Vancouver Canucks. Zara was more than happy for him because she knew how hardworking person he is. Although she didn’t expected him to ask her to move into his apartment.

“Honey, I was just thinking that maybe you would like to move in to me? You already spent most of the time here and your work is closer from my place than yours. Plus with me having a new role in club, our schedules might go crazy and I want to spent every free minute with you”. Quinn casually said when they were laying on the couch watching a movie.

“It’s a huge step in our relationship Quinny… but I’m ready for it. I would love to move into your place”. Zara said and kissed his cheek.

Next week, the couple was packing Zara’s things from her place to later put them in Quinn’s apartment. Most of the things were already in his place but they still had to pick up the rest. They life living together was like a honeymoon until Quinn got into fixation about healthy food. He was always cooking for both of them and tried to keep balanced diet. Zara started having flashbacks to her life from high school, when she was trying to keep being super healthy but she said nothing to Quinn. One day, she haven’t ate breakfast because she was running late and later, completely forgot about lunch. On her way back to their apartment, she decided to buy pizza for dinner because she wasn’t in a mood for cooking. Zara ate the whole thing on one sitting finishing projects for work. When Quinn came home after the game, he saw the box. He thought she left him some of the pizza but it was just an empty box.

“Wow, you must been really hungry that you ate whole pizza and haven’t even left ma piece”. He joked, hoverer her face fell down when she realized that she ate an entire pizza this afternoon.

“Yeah, I haven’t got time in the morning to eat breakfast and later forgot to go and grab a lunch.” Zara admitted to him ashamed.

“Honey, we talk about it. You have to eat healthy”. Although Quinn meant eating three meals per day but she interpreted this otherwise.

“I know, I’m sorry”. She went to hug him and started asking him about today’s game just to change the topic.

He haven’t missed the way her face fell when he joked but decided not to mention this. Next days were hard for Zara. She had all time in her head Quinn’s words. Every evening when she was getting ready to take shower, she was looking on her body in mirror’s reflection. She started to see how her thighs got bigger and how her stomach wasn’t perfectly flat. She started to wear baggy clothes to cover her body from the world. She was also pushing Quinn away when he wanted to have sex with her. He saw those changes but he thought that she’s just overworked and tired. He haven’t asked anything but tried to be supportive as much as he could.

When Quinn had to left her for a roadie, Zara completely lost it. No one was there to make sure she’s eating proper meals. She started skipping breakfast. On lunch, she was only eating salads. When she was at home, she haven't cooked dinner. She thought that’s the best for her to started looking more attractive for Quinn.

After a week, Quinn came back home and decided to buy them takeout food from their favorite Italian place. He knew, she probably haven’t ate dinner and was waiting for him to eat together. When Quinn stepped into their place, he met unfamiliar cold. Zara wasn’t there to kiss and hug him like she was always doing when he was back from roadie. He saw her sitting in living room and watching a movie.

“Hi honey. I hope you are hungry because I bought us carbonara from the Italian place you love”. He said and kissed her forehead.

“Actually, I’m not hungry babe but feel free to eat yours. I’ll just eat it tomorrow”. She said.

“Okay. Have you ate dinner already?” He asked concerned.

“Well no, but…”

“Then take your pretty ass to the table because you have to eat”. Quinn said surprised at her words.

“I’m really not hungry Quinn”. She started getting irritated at him.

“I’m not playing with you Zara. You either gonna eat with me or I’m gonna force you to do it”. He said firmly.

Knowing that she’s in a lost position, she gave up and went to sit with him at the dinner table. She ate half of her portion and excused herself to the bathroom. In that moment, she was delighted that the bathroom is far from the living room and Quinn couldn’t hear her. Feeling the guilt of eating pasta, she forced herself to throw up. After she was done, she brushed her teeth and came back.

“I can’t eat anymore Quinny. I’ll pack the pasta and bring it to work with me for lunch". She said, knowing that she’s gonna throw the pasta to the trash the minute she leave the apartment for work tomorrow.

“Yeah, sure. What about bath together and just laying in our bed. I’m so tired”. He proposed.

“Sounds like a plan babe.” She went and kissed him.

Two days later, when Quinn and Zara were making out, he started to pull up her hoodie. She stopped him. Quinn finally decided to confront her. He was done with her not wanting to be intimate with him. He also saw that she wasn’t eating breakfast at home, always excusing herself with running late.

“What’s happening with you lately?” He asked in the nicest way he could.

“I don’t know about what you are talking about”.

“Cut the bullshit. I know you are skipping breakfast. I am not dumb not to see you always acting, like you are late and not eating breakfast when we both know it’s a lie. Also, I don’t know what I did wrong to you, but you always push me away when I try to have sex with you. So tell me, what’s happening”. He started getting mad at her with every minute.

“Quinn, I’m telling you, nothing is happening”. She was too ashamed to admit to him her problems and decided to lie.

“Fucking hell Zara. I know you for almost two years. We live together. I know you like the back of my hand. I know that something is wrong with you. You know that I’m here for you to listen and help”. He tried so hard not to yell at her.

“I’m not gonna stand here and listen to you accusations. Everything is fine!” She screamed the last sentence and left, feeling guilt for not telling him truth.

After the argument, both of them were giving each other cold shoulder. She stopped eating at all, even the salads for lunch. He wanted so hard to find out what’s going on with her but after her reaction, he decided not to push her and wait until she tell him.

Couple days later, he accidently walked into the bathroom when she was taking shower. When he saw her, Quinn thought he’s gonna cry. Her ribs was visible through her skin. She looked so skinny that it started to terrify him. He left and went to their bedroom thinking how he should ask her about it without getting into another argument.

“Hey, can we talk?” He asked unsure of her reaction.

“Sure, What’s up?”

“I saw you in the shower”.

“Oh”. That’s all she could say.

“Look, I know something is happening with you and I don’t want to push you but your body looks unhealthy. Why are you doing this to yourself?” He said not knowing where the conversation will take him. She sat quietly for couple minutes before she spoke to him.

“Can you promise me that you won’t get mad at me when I tell you?” She haven’t been looking at him, she kept her eyes on her hands.

“I promise honey”. He saw that she was playing with her nails and decided to replace it with his hand.

“I have a weird relationship with food. I’ve been struggling with it since high school. Every guy I’ve dated cheated one me and I thought it’s my fault. I started eating super healthy but when I saw it’s not getting me anywhere, I decided to skip meals. When I ate something, I felt guilty about it and forced myself to throw up. After graduation, it got better. Sure, I had episodes of skipping meals when I was triggered but it was getting better”. She said with her tears rolling down her face.

“Oh honey, I’m so sorry to hear that”. He hugged her tightly and started to smoothing her hair. After couple of minutes, he decided to ask.

“What was your trigger this time?”

“I don’t think you want to know”. Zara didn’t wanted to make him feel guilty.

“I want to know”. He said softly.

“Remember when you get back home the other day and saw the empty box of pizza?” He nodded.

“This was my trigger. When you pointed out that I ate the whole pizza and said that I have to eat healthy. I felt that you’ll find me unattractive and will cheat on me like others”. She said completely ignoring his presence. He signed, mad at himself for even saying that.

“Zara, I’m so fucking sorry for making you feel this way. It was never my intention. I was just joking but I see now how hurtful it was for you. Please forgive me”. He said with voice full of guilt.

“It’s okay Quinny, you didn’t know”.

“It’s not okay. God, I made you feel bad and I’ll never forgive myself for that”. After couple seconds, Quinn asked again.

“When I brought the pasta after I got back home from roadie and forced you to eat with me, did you… Did you throw up when you excused yourself to the bathroom?” He asked not sure if he’s ready to hear the answer. When Zara haven’t said anything, he knew how big damage he had done.

He hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead. She was crying into his shoulder when he was whispering apologies into her ear.

The next morning, Quinn made breakfast for both of them. When she saw the plate, he was fast to explain.

“I know you struggle now but I want you to eat something. I’m not gonna be forcing the full meal into you and you don’t have to eat all of it. At least try. Step by step”. She felt the love and respect in his voice and decided to bite a little bit of the toast. Before she left, he gave her paper bag.

“I’ve made you lunch. Again, I’m not forcing you but at least eat the granola bar. I love you.” He kissed her cheek.

“Thank you Quinny. Love you too.” She said and gave him a kiss.

Quinn started reading books about eating disorder and was learning everything to know how to help her and not make her feel even worst. He wanted to be the best boyfriend to her knowing that he’s responsible for her relapse into old habits. When he had time, he was preparing her favorite dishes. He made one cupboard in the kitchen with her favorite snacks. Never pushed her to eat full meals but wanted her to eat something.

When Quinn had to leave her for roadie for the first time since she told him about her relationship with food, he was scared. He didn’t wanted her to skip meals while he’s gone but he also knew that he can’t ask her directly if she ate. He decided to face time her every time he knew she was supposed to eat breakfast, lunch or dinner just to check up on her and see if she’s eating at that time.

Two weeks later, Quinn came back home and could smell a steak. He was surprised because he haven’t saw Zara in the kitchen for the past two months. The minute he entered the room she said.

“I thought you might be hungry. I’ve cooked you steak with fries”. She said and went to hug him.

“What about you honey?”

“I already ate dinner”.

“Zara”. He said knowing that she’s lying.

“I’m joking. I’ve made myself pasta with pesto”.

“Good that you have jokes on you but please, let’s not joke about it”. He said firmly.

“I’m sorry Quinny”. After seeing his reaction, she felt bad for even joking about this.

“Hey! Don’t be puffy, it’s fine. I just want to be sure you’re fed and healthy”.

“Ay, ay captain. Now let’s eat before it gets cold”. She grabbed his hand and went to the table with him. After they ate dinner, he said.

“It was delicious honey. I’m so happy you’re back on right tracks. I’m proud of you and I mean it”.

“I don’t know if I would make it without your support. Thank you for everything. I love you”. She went to kiss him but he deepened the kiss.

“Quinn I have to do the dishes, can it wait?” She asked.

“Oh hell no. I haven’t had my time with you for two months and I want to show you how much I love you and how much I adore your body. I want to make sure my girl knows that she’s gorgeous”

He lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom where they had fun all night long.

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes fanfiction #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes oneshot #nhl #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #vancouver canucks #v' work

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ilyasorokinn · 2 years ago

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could i also request a blurb with quinn hughes?? maybe something about the first time you see him on the ice with the c on his jersey? or a surprise/whatever you want to write works too!

NEW PATCHES

i love this idea! thanks bre *muah*

tw: children/kids (nephew)

it was no secret your little nephew loved your boyfriend. theo loved quinn, and it was no surprise why. quinn was like the cooler older brother he didn't have (who was way older than him, but still).

quinn took theo to games, taught him to play hockey, and was theo's show-and-tell object, which definitely got him some brownie points with his friends. and when you were in town, theo's favorite thing quinn did was pick him up in his cool car and they could get ice cream afterward.

when quinn was announced as the new captain, your sister sent you a video of theo running around the house excitedly, talking a mile a minute about what he would do when he saw quinn the next time.

so, your sister made sure theo was in town for quinn's first game. you got theo a little jersey for theo with the new 'c' patch on the front, a gift quinn had yet to see.

after dropping quinn off at rogers, you quickly drove over to the hotel your sister and her family were staying out. you were greeted with your sister, brother-in-law, and of course, theo.

you jumped out of the car and greeted them, before turning your attention to theo, "so, little man, i have a surprise for you. it's more so a surprise for uncle q, but it's a present for you." as you suspected, theo perked up at the word present.

"present?" you led him to the trunk of your car and pulled the little jersey out of the bag, "wow." his eyes went wide.

"y/n..." your sister and brother-in-law breathed out when they saw the jersey in their son's hands.

"please don't worry. it's my job as an aunt to spoil him." you smiled, nudging her, "plus, there's something new, which is a surprise for uncle q." you turned the jersey around so he could see the new 'c' patch, "what does the c stand for, theo?"

"captain!" he cheered.

"that's right." you gave him a high-five, "now, are you ready to kick some oilers butt?"

"yeah!" theo cheered.

"all right!" you cheered, helping him into the car seat while your sister and brother-in-law got into the other seats.

after getting to the arena, you gave your sister and brother-in-law your seats, then went down to the ice and waited for warm-ups to start.

"are you so excited, theo?" theo nodded his head, the biggest smile on his face you'd ever seen. you heard cheers and looked up at the jumbotron, smiling when you saw yourself and theo on the big screen, "look." you pointed up to the screen.

theo looked up and smiled bashfully when he saw himself on the screen. when the camera moved onto someone else, theo turned back, to you, his eyes wide, "that was so cool, aunty y/n." he beamed.

a few minutes later, the boys skated out and the crowd cheered louder than you'd ever heard them. you watched quinn appear on the jumbotron, smiling to yourself. he spotted you waiting by the family section of the glass. he knew theo there, so he made sure to grab a puck before he skated over.

he practically skidded to a halt when you noticed the 'c' patched onto theo's new little jersey. he looked over at you, wide-eyed, and you showed him the same 'c' patch on your denim jacket. you thought he was gonna cry in that moment but he, instead, turned to theo and tossed the puck over.

theo jumped up and down as he clutched the puck to his chest. quinn smiled and gave him a fist bump through the glass. you posed for a few pictures that would probably be posted to every canucks social media account, before giving quinn one more good luck fist bump and making your way to your seat.

you did shed a couple tears when quinn was handed the jersey with the 'c' on it, and you took a million pictures because you were a proud girlfriend. plus, the canucks didn't just kick oilers butt, but they also wiped the floor with them. it was a pretty good season opener.

after the game, you held theo's hand the entire way down to the tunnel while your sister and brother-in-law walked behind you, smiling as theo recapped the entire game as if you weren't sitting next to him.

when quinn came out, theo left you in the dust and sprinted over to him and jumped into his arms. much like he had done to you, theo began recapping the entire game.

theo refused to be carried by anyone other than quinn, so quinn carried him to the car, you by his side. after dropping your family off at their hotel, you and quinn drove around a little, not wanting to go home quite yet.

"that was a pretty good game, captain." you smiled over at him.

"it was pretty good." he smiled back, giving your hand a squeeze as you continued to drive. the rest of the ride was pretty quiet but it was nice. just you and quinn, driving through the city after a canucks win, quinn's first as captain.

yeah, things were good.

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socialfakes · 11 months ago

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the locked heart of a celebrini -jack hughes-

part 1; chapter 1: hockey boys

nhl players x platonic abigail celebrini

jack hughes x abigail celebrini

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abbycelebrini | aiden and mack have always given the best hugs. so thankful for these 2 buffoons 🥰 tagged: mackcelebrini, aidencelebrini

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mackcelebrini love you so much. you're the best big sister in the world 💙 | abbycelebrini ❤💙

aidencelebrini love you 💙

lila.donaghue aiden gives better hugs than mack 😉 | mackcelebrini wow. you really know how to break a guys heart, huh 😔💔

nhl our boys! | abbycelebrini yes absolutely ❤

sanjosesharks always been adorable

_quinnhughes aiden really is a good hugger | aidencelebrini thanks bro

eklund_72 insider information: macklin is a better hugger than aiden. i said what i said | user1 how do you know? | eklund_72 my best friend is their sister :)

user2 who do you think is the better hugger of the two? | abbycelebrini alright let me just start out by saying that i love them both so much and this was the toughest decision i've ever had to make | abbycelebrini the best hugger is macklin, but mainly because he's just so much taller than me & his hugs are like a soft, warm envelope 😊 | mackcelebrini i love you ❤

user3 y'all are so freaking cute 😊

canucks aiden is a fantastic hugger

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abbycelebrini | absolutely love working with my favorite people. the future is teal 💙🦈 tagged: sanjosesharks, officialsjsharkie

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sanjosesharks we love having you on our staff 💙🦈

eklund_72 can't believe it's been 3 years already 💙🦈

officialsjsharkie happy to work along side you too 💙🦈

user4 you're so lucky to work with al those good looking guys

user6 every hockey girls dream job is to work with a team

jackhughes come work for the devils. so much better 😈 | abbycelebrini not enough money in the world could get me to work for the team you play for 🙄 | jackhughes ouch sweetheart | abbycelebrini oh my god. leave me alone

nhl it's such a pleasure having you on the roster

lhughes_06 can't wait to play against your team 😊 | abbycelebrini you're an angel lukey 😊

lila.donaghue i love your job! | abbycelebrini i love it too 😊

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abbycelebrini | couldn't be more excited than i am right now. welcome to the team, little bro 💙🦈 tagged: mackcelebrini, sanjosesharks

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mackcelebrini happy to be here. always been a dream of mine 💙🦈 | abbycelebrini i know. i'm so excited for you! 😊🥳

sanjosesharks we've been collecting celebrini's & we almost have the whole set. welcome aboard, macklin!

eklund_72 congrats bro. looking forward to working with you and hope you're just as awesome as your sister 😉 | mackcelebrini even more so 😂 | abbycelebrini you wish, mack. but don't you dare try to steal my best friend | eklund_72 wouldn't ever dream of leaving you 😊

user4 so so so happy this is happening. my favorite player on my favorite team ❤

user5 look at him smile 🤩

nhl congratulations, macklin. | mackcelebrini thank you

aidencelebrini congrats bro. looking forward to seeing you on the ice

lila.donaghue such a cutie 😊❤ | mackcelebrini ❤ | abbycelebrini indeed he is

officialsjsharkie my favorite shark!

user3 superstar in the making 🤩

tags: @captainboomaray @lukey-pookie-hughes43 @callmemana

#nhl #jack hughes #macklin celebrini #fake social media #instagram au #hockey player social media #quinn hughes #luke hughes #hughes brothers #new jersey devils

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appalamutte · 11 months ago

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When Eric finally, after three hours of deliberation, decides to take a shower, the oven timer sounds from across the apartment.

"Shoot, hon," he says to a sleeping Deke as he scrambles half-naked down the hall and into the combined kitchen-slash-living room. The dog doesn't even pick his head up—just opens his eyes and raises one ear from the worn-down dog bed in the corner beside the couch. "What is your daddy going to do? Forgetting I put some apple turnovers on, Lord, my mind is plum gone."

A small waft of smoke burns at his eyes when he opens the oven door. The turnovers are a touch too crispy, blackened on the bottoms in a way Eric's always disliked and his family's always preferred. He sets them to cool on top of the stove.

He also lights an apple pumpkin candle, just for the hell of it.

Maybe he even still grabs one to eat.

Some hockey game is playing on the television when he goes to sit on the couch. Eric doesn't even remember turning the television on, let alone deciding to watch the game tonight of all things, but the Falconers are currently losing against the Canucks in the fourth quarter and the turnover tastes like burnt flour in his mouth and Eric was fired from his job, for the first time in his life, earlier that morning.

Deke stands from the dog bed—oh, who is Eric fooling, it's an outdoor patio cushion Eric bought on clearance a few years ago that was the perfect size for Deke to lay on—stretches, yawns, shakes sleep off his body and joins Eric on the couch. Noses his way toward the turnover in Eric's hand, digs his paws into the thin cotton of Eric's underwear to stand up, up, up until Eric's forced to shove the rest of the turnover into his still-full mouth.

"Down," he mumbles out, and Deke doesn't listen, but he does lick at Eric's face and that's okay, too.

"Mashkov chips the puck up the ice into Canuck territory, St. Martin goes to pick it up," the announcer is saying, the bright white light of the game clashing with the soft lamplight of Eric's apartment. "Bit of a struggle with Canuck's number twenty-eight, though St. Martin is able to snatch the puck and send it up to Zimmermann, who—"

"What am I going to do with you?" Eric asks once Deke yawns again and lays halfway onto Eric's lap, belly-side up and ears flopped this way and that.

His phone lights up from the side table, buzzes once, then goes dark again. Eric ignores it for all of two seconds before he snatches it up and unlocks it, seeing seven missed phone calls, fifty-two text messages, three emails, a handful of Twitter notifications, and a reminder from Tinder that his profile will be hidden soon if he doesn't log back in to it. That one is immediately deleted, as well as his emails—all from clients who haven't been told he's no longer with the company—but the Twitter notifications grab his attention long enough that he misses out on the goal the Falconers score until the network starts showing replays.

"What a goal! Wow, Rick, I have to say, despite the rough game they've had up until this point, Zimmermann may have just turned their spirits around. I mean, talk about an all-around masterclass of a shot. He's been quiet all night and then he does this? It's like he's been waiting until this moment to make something happen."

The cameras flick through a series of shots: the full rink from above, panning across the team celebrating at the bench, coming in close to where Robinson's pulling Jack down to Mashkov's wide-open arms for a hug. The joy is palpable. The smiles are wider than Eric would expect for a goal in a lost game. Jack doesn't look so frustrated now, not like he was looking the other night over the phone, and he makes eye contact with the camera as St. Martin comes in to pat against his helmet and Jack winks.

He—he winks.

The screen changes to that of the announcers as soon as Eric registers what he just saw. Surely, that wasn't—he didn't—now, Eric might be a gullible person under the right circumstances, but he's not delusional; he knows Jack doesn't know he's watching the broadcast because they haven't talked since yesterday when Jack was still in Seattle and Eric's life hadn't yet fallen apart and today's game was never mentioned. Jack didn't wink for Eric. He winked for the camera, for all the fans, a culmination of the Falconers' media training and Eric's gentle pushing that he needs to be more personable, more charming, at least for the media.

But—something warm settles inbetween the spaces of Eric's ribs and slowly fills the cavity of his heart.

The Falconers still lose the game. The announcers mention that this is now the fourth game the Falconers have lost in a row. Eric watches until the station starts covering highlights from another game from earlier in the day, and when he turns the television off, he finds the apartment to be silent.

Though, not like before. Not like when he first got home from work six hours too early and turned his phone off and fell face-first on his unmade bed. Deke softly snores in Eric's lap now, hot to the touch. It almost smells like home did when Eric was ten and helping his Mama bake after school. For the first time in years, despite the circumstances, Eric doesn't have to set any alarms for a Thursday morning.

Jack's making a layover in New York tomorrow.

That is enough.

#zimbits but they meet on tinder and even before they're official jack finds ways to be there for bitty #i wrote this in one go so if there are any typos or mistakes i am so sorry #i just. needed to sit down and write something. you know?#omgcp #omgcheckplease #zimbits #my writing

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mommahughes19-23 · 1 year ago

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imma tattoo artist - Q.H

@tattoosbymorgs : did some tattoos and then took my best friend to see my man play his favorite game..

tagged : @yfriend @_quinnhughes

location : VAN

_eliaspettersson : dude that dragon is SICK and I wish I didn't hate needles ...

luca.fantilli : next time I see you I wanna get my tiny love dinosaur

↪ tattoosbymorgs : make it happen lu - you know where I am, bring ya self

bboeser : I WANT YOUR JACKET. give it here!!!!

jackhughes : oh. wow. this is neat.

lhughes_06 : I think your friend is confused as to who's jersey she should wear ..

↪ tattoosbymorgs : DONT PRESSURE MY FRIEND YOU BULLY! SHE CAN CHEER FOR WHO EVER SHE WANTS

trevorzegras : wow... thats legit my bestest lil cousin ever PLEASE TATTOO ME ASAP

↪ tattoosbymorgs : first off im 2 years older than you, second off no, I saw you cheat on me with your other artist.❌

bradytkachuk : dang Quinn, talented and pretty, she's a keeper.

↪ tattoosbymorgs : what is that even supposed to mean?

↪ bradytkachuk : just that youre more skilled than young Quinten will ever be

↪ ehtkachuk : BRADY leave her alone

icole28 : best frienddddddd

lindholmelias : my two best friends ugh

zadorov_16 : I MISS YOU SO MUCH ALREADY OMG I WANT TO FREAKING COME HOME

elblue6 : so talented! love you sweetie.

dakotajoshua8 : will u ever tattoo me?

↪ tattoosbymorgs : probably not because you didn't say please

_tylermyers_ : well even tho you didn't wear any canucks gear I guess its fine... 🆘

↪ tattoosbymorgs : I LET MY FRIEND WEAR IT TO GIVE HER AN AUTHENTIC EXPERIENCE YOU FUCK😑😑😑

yfriend : the best time ever!!!!!!!!!! @j.tmiller9 MORE FIGHTSSS

emmamatthews : you crazy girl!! miss you!😜

austonmatthews : any luck convincing Quinn to let you tattoo him?

↪ tattoosbymorgs : you know the answer is still no.... why do you have to be so mean to me

lelexdemko : sweetie that is stunning! cant wait to see you next season!!😘

_quinnhughes : i smile just for you baby ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😁😁😁😁😁

↪ tattoosbymorgs : I love you so much omg 💕💕💕💕💕

nilshoglander : this is a lot of pda idk if I can handle it👀

j,tmiller9 : I wanna get a tattoo by you ☺️

↪ tattoosbymorgs : NO. jk if you bring your children I might reconsider 😏

tdemko30 : @_quinnhughes get my number #35 tattooed on you 😁

↪ _quinnhughes : not going to happen bud

ehtkachuk : STUNNING MOMMAAA ❤️❤️❤️❤️

colecaufield : 🙈

_alexturcotte : 🥴

*TURNING THIS INTO A FEW PART SERIES OF QUINN x TATTOO ARTIST!GF*

A.N : HIIIIII - long note bc some stuff happened and idk it got me thinking.

ok so this is basically me just ranting about tattoo related things :)

This girl is (obviously) an actual tattoo artist who does real business and I am a HUGEEEEE believer in giving credit where it is due.... so I believe her name is Mar, ALL WORKS OF ART ABOVE ARE THE ORIGINAL WORKS OF MAR DO NOT STEAL OR CREDIT AS YOUR OWN. below you can find a link to her Pinterest where I am sure you could research more to find her other socials.

even if you dont want to know more about her work I encourage you to just look at some of it regardless because (again im not a tattoo artist just a girl with a few tattoos and an obsession) I believe she is mainly a fine line style artist and while being an artist of any capacity takes talent fine line is its own art. I know she also does some capacity of portrait work (I haven't seen any people just a few pet ones) and those are also a tremendously precise skill set. all in all I just think that people should appreciate the time, work, and effort these artist put into their work.

anywho I just wanted to say I would be honored for her to tattoo me.

tagged : @quinnylouhughesx43 @skylershines @jacktoria4ever @bunbunbl0gs @63kaprizov

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sergeifyodorov · 6 months ago

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who's in a playoff spot?

entering January 5, 2025

Hello everyone! It's just about the halfway point of the season; two teams (NJD, SJS) are past the halfway point. The average team has played thirty-nine and three-eighths of a game. If the playoffs started today, this is what the first round matchups would look like:

Eastern conference:

Maple Leafs - Lightning (A1-WC1)

Panthers - Bruins (A2-A3)

Capitals - Senators (M1-WC2)

Devils - Hurricanes (M2-M3)

Western conference:

Jets - Avalanche (C1-WC1)

Wild - Stars (C2-C3)

Golden Knights - Canucks (P1-WC2)

Kings - Oilers (P2-P3)

Leafs-Lightning and Oilers-Kings look like they're on the table again. We're caught in the time loop and there's nothing we can do about it. Panthers-Bruins, Jets-Avalanche and Wild-Stars would also be rematches -- Florida made it to Boston (you stupid slut) and never looked back. Much to my chagrin.

Devils-Hurricanes would be a really interesting one. The Hurricanes never stop and never slow down, but the Devils, after firing Lindy Ruff and hiring Sheldon Keefe (o7) have taken a step again and are back to Being Out Of The Rebuild (don't look at their losing streak). Two sets of analytics darlings, one fast and spirited and the other... well, they're the Hurricanes. They roll right over you.

Capitals-Senators is a great one, too. The Capitals absolutely stumbled backwards into the playoffs last year and immediately bowed out to the Rangers, and the two of them seem to have traded fates. Now, the Caps are the team to beat in the East, and the Rangers are... well, let's not get into that one. Wow. Anyway, the Senators are the team in this table that (in my opinion) are least likely to stay there. There's a logjam for WC2 right now -- CBJ, PIT, MTL, DET, and PHI are all within a win of the spot. Nothing against the Sens, but they'll have to fight for what might be a meagre reward.

Golden Knights - Canucks is certainly something. The Golden Knights just seem to keep rolling high. If it works, it works. The Canucks are fragile (Quinn hurt, Demko hurt, Pettersson and Miller fighting, almost no one else Good) and they genuinely might implode like the Rangers do. Are we really prepared to have the Calgary Flames in the playoffs? The actively tanking Calgary Flames? I hope they beat the Knights and then we do Battle of Alberta Series Part Two. THAT will be fun.

#scp 25 #hello there my good friends!#it's time to start thinking about the playoffs. i do make the rules

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doodleddaisies · 1 month ago

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ok. now i’m curious ab your hockey ocs if you want to share

Omg you want me to talk about my ocs???? (Twirling my hair around my finger and kicking my feet)

Putting under a cut bc there’s prob gonna be a lot

Daniel “Mack” Macavoy

A goalie because duh I love goalies!

(Technically started as a check please oc insert but he’s GROWN into his own thing)

He’s from Vancouver but went to college in America somewhere along the east coast (he will forever be a Canucks fan, he suffers like the rest of us)

People don’t realize that Mack isn’t his first name bc literally only his family calls him Daniel/Danny

Bi king!! (Who did not realize he was bi until college, thank you to the all the nhl players he idolized growing up for being his bi awakening)

Literally so in love with his girlfriend (met in college, she was the team’s social admin) it hurts!! They are kind of iconic now bc she does a lot of social media

Social media loves Mack bc he’s so used to being in front of a camera bc of his gf that he actually has a personality and isn’t just a hockey robot

People see him and are like haha the goalies being weird stereotype is so true!!! But actually it’s just Mack’s OCD

Got his degree in psychology with a minor in sports management. If he didn’t go into the nhl he wanted to become a sports therapist or something that would help get rid of the stigma around mental health in sports

Became a free agent when he graduated and got picked up by Chicago mostly bc I want him to live in Chicago

Big backseat driver vibes when he’s the backup goalie. Will literally start leaning in his seat like he can control the goalie on the ice

Very big on physical touch!!!

Hates long distance and being away from his friends and his gf (long roadies are his enemy)

His gf gave him a puck jellycat that he takes on every roadie with him and he sends her pictures and videos of it while he travels

Very afraid of flying bc his OCD spikes like crazy which is unfortunate bc apparently pro athletes fly like a lot

Is the middle child, has an older and younger sister (the only boy and it shows that he grew up surrounded by women)

Does yoga every day but especially before a game, very important to his routine

Wow ok that was a lot about Mack but I love him. Now time for his bestie!! (Not as much bc my brain just birthed him today)

Alexander “Xander” Graves

A defensemen for Chicago

Mexican American with dual citizenship - always chooses to play for Mexico’s national team

Can speak Spanish but mostly uses it to swear on the ice which his mom is not happy about (which leads him apologizing to her during post game media lmao)

Chicago native!! Was drafted and is playing for his hometown team!! (Okay Mitch Marner) which makes him a fan favorite (sorry Mitch marner 😬)

Claims to be straight but also likes to make out with players from opposing teams (it will be a thing eventually but for now he’s very adamant that bros do that)

BIG family that comes to all his home games (very Will Smith Hockey coded)

Went to college for a year or two before Chicago called him up (gets teased by Mack bc he has a degree and Xander doesn’t)

Likes to tease Mack bc Mack is older than him but he’s a rookie and Xander has been in the league for longer

His family adopts rookies and players that don’t have family in the area. They have them all over during holidays when there isn’t enough time off to travel home

Hehe sorry that was a lot but I have worms in my brain and they whisper things to me ask I go to sleep so the lore just gets longer and longer but I love talking about my ocs

#lmk if you have questions or prompts for my ocs #or just want to know more #this was fun!#my ocs #oc #hockey oc #asks #Mack oc #Xander oc

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ruinix · 7 months ago

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Finally got to this part. Wow, miller really got there fast.

HELP, why is he hot here ??? (I mean he's already hot for defending huggy but DAMN EXCUSE ME SIR?) They really, really, really should've let him beat up 63.

Nose to shield was perfection coz quinn was doing the headlock. GET HIM HUGGY. I wish to hear quinn's words. Was he saying something? Was he just glaring the rat down? Was he amused that he was not getting splattered with spit? Idk. Get him a mic. Get him that solo cam right on his face (kidding).

(Boston Bruins @ Vancouver Canucks, December 14, 2024)

#a hockey scrum mmyes #quinn hughes #jt miller #hot hockey men #qhughes #q43 #huggy bear #millsy #vancouver canucks #canucks #nhl #hockey #ruinix van clips #ruinix net #late canucks clips #canucks lb

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atwhughesversion · 8 months ago

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my thoughts on pens vs canucks -

pros:

huggy with a highlight reel goal and 3 points <3 ilysm quinn, my captain, loml.

petey gave me hope at the end, and had 2 points <3 ilysm petey, my alternate captain, loml.

brockstar was rolling all night and kept getting extra shifts. ilysm brock, my (current) alternate captain, loml.

cons:

arty, my beloved goalie, loml. ilysm. but as much as the defence let him down at times, it is so so hard to win a game when you give up 4 goals on 10 shots in the first period 😭 heal soon, demmer 🥲

penalties because oh my GOD i don’t care how biased against you the reffing feels, don’t do things that can be penalized when there are 8 minutes left in a game that you’re losing 😭 especially not twice 😭

reffing because it sucked i’m sorry

i don’t even wanna talk about the state of canucks faceoffs in a life without jt miller but wow

our zone entries barely even existed, like c’mon guys what are you doing why are you losing the puck every 3 seconds

i just want my orcas to win :(

#canucks lb #canucks #hockey #vancouver canucks

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hughesybear · 8 months ago

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wow, Lekkerimäki scored his first NHL goal and absolutely nothing else of note happened in tonight’s game!

Canucks thoughts 11/14/2024:

At least Lekkerimäki’s parents were here for his first NHL goal! That was a wicked shot off a great feed from Miller to score on the first shot of the game - it helps that Lekkerimäki was left wide open because two Islanders were covering Miller for some reason.

Kind of hilarious. The rest of the game was also kind of hilarious, but in a bad way.

I accidentally fell asleep in the second intermission and woke up halfway through the third period, which matches the overall energy the Canucks brought to this game. They generated almost nothing offensively after Lekkerimäki’s goal, somehow entering the third period being outshot 24-6 (!!!). Their best moments of sustained offensive pressure came off of the Pettersson line and the Islanders’ final power play where Pettersson’s work on the penalty kill created havoc in the Islanders’ zone - the Canucks had the same number of shots on goal during that Islanders power play as they had during either of the first two periods. Another strong game from Pettersson where he was ripping one-timers on the power play and almost set up a Garland tap-in, another strange game from Miller punctuated by brutal bounces where he underperformed in CF% and xGF% and yet his line got the most offensive/neutral zone faceoffs. Experience Canucks hockey.

The second pair had another rough night. They had the lowest 5v5 CF% on the team (32% for Myers and 33% for Soucy), and they got split up temporarily because of some unfortunate defensive breakdowns, meaning it was another 27min night for Hughes and Hronek. The need for another top-four defenceman grows more prominent every game - Soucy and Myers haven’t been able to lean on Cole and Zadorov this year, and relying on Hughes and Hronek to take on this increased workload on a semi-regular basis is clearly negatively impacting both their games (no idea what Hronek was doing on the 4-1 goal, and we almost never see Hughes get rocked with a huge open-ice hit like he did tonight). The Canucks’ defensive success last season came off of their giant defencemen boxing out attackers, taking away dangerous passing lanes, and breaking up the opposing teams’ cycle as soon as possible, which just hasn’t happened enough this season.

At least Dak was back this game! He was making moves all night, including this setup for Räty in the slot. I have a feeling the lines are going to be shaken up at practice tomorrow, so we might see the return of the Life Line. He brings a punishing pace to the forecheck that this team needs to recapture in order to get back to being hard to play against.

Räty had an unfortunate turnover and failed box-out in the third period that led to a disallowed goal, but he’s been having a rough few games now. It sucks to say on his birthday, but it feels like it’s time for him to be sent down to Abbotsford to keep working on his game. Åman doesn’t make that turnover, and what this team needs right now is someone who can be steady in the defensive zone.

A Myers wrist shot goal after an Islanders empty-netter is probably the funniest way this game could have ended. It was nice to see Tocchet take accountability for the team’s play on home ice. He usually doesn’t get too high or too low after games no matter the result, so this media availability was an interesting one. I hope he’ll give the people what they want and let us see DeBrusk-Pettersson-Lekkerimäki next game!

#canucks thoughts #vancouver canucks #nhl #auriel:text

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socialfakes · 2 years ago

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this is forever- quinn hughes

this is part 3 in this little series. [previous parts 1 2]

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yourinstagram | everything you do for me just makes me fall more in love every day ❤⛸

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elblue6 he’s such a gentleman 😁 | yourinstagram yes he is 😊 thank you for raising him right ❤

jackhughes you two make me sick, but in the nicest way possible 😁 | _quinnhughes you’re jealous 😉

_quinnhughes known you my whole life and I somehow find new reasons to fall in love with you every day ❤ | yourinstagram 🥰

user08 im sorry but im in love with your boyfriend 😁 | yourinstagram no need to apologize. I totally get it ❤ | _quinnhughes im irresistible 😉

edwards.73 glad to see he’s treating you like he should 😄

trevorzegras quinn better be treating you like the queen you are 😁 | yourinstagram oh he is 😁

canucks our captain is a gentleman | yourinstagram the gentlest of men 😊❤

njdevils we love quinn just as much as jack and luke 😁

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yourinstagram | how it started vs how it’s going ❤_quinnhughes

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_quinnhughes you’re a natural, babe 😁

jackhughes he may have complained on day one but he was the one who volunteered 😁 told you he loved you | _quinnhughes wow. way to sell me out, jack 😂 but I’m not ashamed to admit it 😏

colecaufield he is the best teacher 😁

yourinstagram I really really love quinn ❤ | yourinstagram jack if you don’t get off my instagram, i will reveal all your secrets 😂 | yourinstagram same goes for you too luke 😂

user02 new life goal: to have quinn hughes teach me how to skate 😁

user09 😍😍😍

lhughes_06 I tried to teach you how to skate a few years ago but you refused it. really clear why 😂

jackhughes so cute, it’s kinda gross 😂 | yourinstagram 🖕🏻

happyhughes the love I have for all the hughes boys is immeasurable ❤ | yourinstagram I understand 😁

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yourinstagram | in a world full of boys, he’s a gentleman 💕💞 _quinnhughes

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canucks the gentlest of men 😊

_quinnhughes i love you ❤ | _quinnhughes but not as much as I love jack 😉 | jackhughes awe quinn 😊 | _quinnhughes jesus jack. stop hacking our instas 😂

jackhughes how come you never tie my shoes for me 😢 | lhughes_06 because you’re not a beautiful girl 😂 | _quinnhughes how do I explain this appropriately…..she does things for me that you just can’t 😂 | jackhughes ewww gross | yourinstagram 😂😂

elblue6 my sweet boy ❤

user07 god he keeps getting more and more perfect 😍

user05 the most perfect human to ever exist + quinn hughes = perfect couple ❤ | yourinstagram I love you ❤ | _quinnhughes she really is the most perfect human 😍

jackhughes quinn you better marry this woman ❤

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yourinstagram | everywhere i'm lookin’ now, i'm surrounded by your embrace ❤😇 _quinnhughes

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_quinnhughes baby I can see your halo, you know you’re my saving grace ❤😇 | yourinstagram you’re my saving grace

jackhughes a bed selfie? really? 😂 | _quinnhughes we’ll talk later 👀

lhughes_06 feel like i shouldn’t be seeing this 🙈😂 | edwards.73 i feel ya dude 😔

user06 zoom in on their hands 💍 | yourinstagram while they may look like weddings rings, I can assure you they’re not. more along the lines of promise rings ❤ | _quinnhughes maybe one day 😁

elblue6 your relationship is absolutely precious ❤

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_quinnhughes | i don’t care what we do because as long as it’s with you, I’ll be happy 😁❤ yourinstagram

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yourinstagram that gives me a lot of ideas 😏😉 | jackhughes you guys are disgusting 🤢 | yourinstagram someone’s jealous 😉

trevorzegras I have a feeling that since you’re dating now, all you’re going to post will be pictures in bed 😂

colecaufield lovely

user04 marry this girl quinn. she's perfect 😁 | yourinstagram 😊

edwards.73 why must you guys keep posting pictures of you in bed together? 😫 | yourinstagram oh it’s about to get worse little brother 😏 | _quinnhughes way worse 😉 | jackhughes seriously? | lhughes_06 give us a break 😂 | yourinstagram never 😈 | _quinnhughes first you guys tell us to give in and admit we’re in love with each other & now you want us to scale it back? make up your minds 😂

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lhughes_06 | these 2 invited me & jack over and they haven’t left this position the entire time we’ve been here. guys, our huggy bear really is in love. just look at that smile 😁 yourinstagram _quinnhughes

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_quinnhughes we didn’t stay this way the ENTIRE time 😂 | yourinstagram yeah. we each got up to use the bathroom at least twice 😂 | lhughes_06 okay fine. 98% of the time then 😏

jackhughes awe huggy bear 😏

trevorzegras this is so cute. quinn is so incredibly lucky with the best girl | yourinstagram thanks trev 😁

elblue6 well sorry to say luke, but what did you expect? they've been like this their entire lives 😂 | yourinstagram i'd stay this way for a thousand lifetimes as long as quinn was with me 😁 | _quinnhughes a thousand lifetimes sounds pretty good right about now ❤

edwards.73 convinced you’re the only one who can make quinn smile 😂 | jackhughes i think you’re right 😂 | user03 it’s cute though | user01 he’s very cute 😁

quinnsgirlfriend boy is totally whipped isn’t he 😏 | lhughes_06 yes | jackhughes i think their relationship goes beyond whipped honestly 😂 | yourinstagram you guys are just jealous quinn is in the best relationship he’s ever had 😏 | jackhughes that’s true. it really is the best relationship he’s ever been in and I’m happy for him 😁

user09 I really love this relationship. Quit picking on them luke 😂 | lhughes_06 okay yes ma’am 🤭

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yourinstagram | the shirt doesn’t lie 😏 _quinnhughes

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lhughes_06 you weren’t lying when you said it was going to get worse 😂

edwards.73 come on quinn that’s my sister for crying out loud 😂

jackhughes love that you love each other but did you have to be that loud? 🤣 | yourinstagram wow jack 🙄 | _quinnhughes you didn’t have to expose us 😂 | jackhughes then don’t be so loud 😂

_quinnhughes I can’t believe how accurate this shirt really is 😂 | yourinstagram 😏❤

elblue6 well then… | yourinstagram sorry mama 👀 | _quinnhughes sorry 😏

user02 y/n called ellen ‘mama’ & nobody is talking about this 😲 | yourinstagram she’s been my mama since day one 😁 the only mother figure I’ve had for 90% of my life & I love her so much ❤ | elblue6 the daughter I’ve always wanted 😁 | _quinnhughes and the daughter you’re going to get soon 😏

user09 I like the heart on her back 😁 | _quinnhughes gotta mark up what’s mine, right 😏😂

yourinstagram for those of you who need clarification, here’s why the shirt doesn’t lie. Quinn is VERY good with his hands, and not just in a sexual way 😂 his playoff beard is the SEXIEST thing I’ve ever seen 😍🤤🔥 As for the rough part, please refer to the pictures. And finally, there is A LOT of overtime 😉 | jackhughes didn’t need to know 👀 | _quinnhughes ❤ | user01 so they really are sleeping together? I called that from the beginning 😏 | yourinstagram at the time we weren’t because I absolutely hated him 😂 | _quinnhughes but the hate turned into multiple meanings of love 😉

#quinn hughes #fake social media #instagram au #nhl #vancouver canucks #hockey player social media #jack hughes #trevor zegras #luke hughes

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