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sweetteainthesummerx · 5 months ago

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nhl masterlist !

pairing: quinn hughes x famous singer! reader

warnings: fluff, smut is implied but not graphic!! use of y/n.

summary: your sister sends you an article of you and quinn being absolutely down bad for each other...

word count: 2.4 k

notes: saw one too many edits of my handsome boy on TikTok and this is the consequence :) also, this is sort of based off of taylor swift and travis kelce. enjoy!

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you're finishing up in the studio, just done tweaking one of your last songs on your new album when your phone dings! with a notification.

it's your sister, who sends a trail of emojis that don't really make sense and a link.

you press on it, confused and assuming it's something she wants for her birthday that's coming up soon.

instead it's an article that reads, TOP TEN FAN FAVOURITE MOMENTS OF NHL AND THE MUSIC INDUSTRY'S ROYAL COUPLE.

you laugh, because the cover photo is one of you and quinn from last year when you took him as your plus one to the grammy's. you have to admit, you both look really good, and so, so in love.

so you nestle into your chair to read it.

TOP TEN FAN FAVOURITE MOMENTS OF NHL AND THE MUSIC INDUSTRY'S ROYAL COUPLE

one of Hollywood's up and comings, y/n l/n and quinn hughes of canucks and nhl fame have been dating for over three years, and have been public for two. we have complied a list of fan favourite moments of the couple over the span of their relationship that show their deep (and public) affection and love for each other

10. 2023 Grammy's Award Ceremony

picture: you are wearing a light blue floor length gown, hair loose and curled. your makeup is simple and glowy. quinn stands next to you, in a clean, slate grey suit with a hand wrapped around your hip, fingers nestled in the dip of your hipbone.

the award ceremony for the grammy's - where y/n won best album for the second year in a row - was when the famous couple first went public officially, not counting the many paparazzi pictures taken in both vancouver and Los Angeles.

sources show that the two could hardly keep their hands off of each other. they were seen kissing multiple times through out the night.

it was true, quinn had been extra handsy that night, and had all but ripped that dress off of you when you got back to the hotel. you sigh at the memory, stomach warm and a little achy. you can't wait for him to come back from the roadie he left for only two days ago.

9. y/n's tiktoks

despite their massive success in their respective industries, it is easy to forget that they are also part of gen z. y/n's TikTok page features fashion, her music and most popular of all, her boyfriend. here are only some of her most viewed and liked videos:

video one: you smile into the camera, fluffing your hair in a close shot. the subtitles read: fit check with my bf! quinn pulls you against him by your waist, kissing your face over and over as you laugh, pushing at his chest. over the song, you tell him to let go so you can show your outfits. he lets go reluctantly but holds your hand, spinning you around to show off your sundress. then he grabs you and dips you low, hands dangerously close to your ass, as you giggle into his cheek.

video two: the video is taken by one of your friends who took your phone. she's on the couch and you and quinn are in the kitchen cooking for the small get together in your vancouver apartment. you lean up to smile at him, and he bumps his nose with yours. some trending love song plays in the back.

you flush at the comments gushing about how he looks at you, the height difference and how cute you guys are. there's something so sweet at seeing the two of you from an outsiders perspective.

8. quinn knowing y/n's entire discography

during media days, one interview has elias petterson and quinn hughes guessing songs and the artists. the journalist managed to sneak at least four of y/n's songs in, quinn getting all four correct, with the full name of the song, name of artist and then album, all under 10 seconds of the song playing. now that's a supportive boyfriend!

you watch the video linked, your boyfriend sweaty and hair wet. the media person is impressed, and quinn just shrugs bashfully and offers a crooked smile. you look at the time stamp and bite a grin: it's from before you guys went public. no wonder all of your fans say you guys were obvious.

7. quinn hughes: nhl player and personal bodyguard

fame in hollywood forces many in the industry to have body guards, and y/n is not exempt. for many years before she started dating the canuck's defensemen, she's had many bodyguards following her around. now, it seems like her boyfriend has taken over that job.

video: your body guard, john moves to open the limo door as you and quinn arrive to an event, but your boyfriend crosses from his side of the car to open it himself, patting john on the shoulder and gently pushing him from the entrance and helping you out himself. he helps you balance on your heels as you stand and wave at the cameras, one hand on your waist as he maneuvers you to the other side of the sidewalk so he can block you from the cars. he keeps your hand cradled in his, his other arm around your waist as he shoulders through the paparazzi.

quinn looks so attractive and so masculine in this video. you've never had boyfriends who took princess treatment so seriously, but quinn has always been a defender, on ice and off. it was a little awkward and it took a long a while for him to get you, but ever since he had you, he's made sure he tried his very best to keep and protect you.

6. getaway in hawaii

although the couple hasn't had any announcement of engagement yet, early last year they were sighted in hawaii on a trip eerily like a honeymoon: here are some pictures.

picture one: you're in a tiny pink bikini and he's in board shorts. he's taken off his hat to give to you, and you're pressing on a pair of your too-small sunglasses onto his face while both of you laugh.

picture two: the two of you are standing in the water up to your calves. he's got his fingers tangled in the strings of your bikini bottoms, and yours are on his chest as the two of you look into the horizon.

picture three: quinn has you balanced on his shoulder, smiling as you clutch at his back. one of his forearms is possessively covering your ass from the camera, and his other hand is wrapped fully around your ankle to give you a semblance of balance.

you still smile every time you think of that trip, afternoons playing in the water, romantic dinners and nights with his head between your legs, your fingers tangled in his hair. you silently remind yourself to book a vacation back there the next time both of you are free.

5. the NHL award ceremony

the recent NHL award ceremony when quinn hughes received the James Norris award for his skills as a defenceman gave us another peek into y/n's relationship with hughes family.

video one: you're sitting between quinn and luke in your pretty dark blue gown. your hair is pulled back from your face the way quinn likes. he's got an arm thrown over the back of the seat, fingers rubbing your shoulder as you talk to Luke about his hair routine. quinn murmurs something the camera can't catch into your ear and you laugh, tucking your hand into the his that's resting on his lap. he leans back, stretching his legs as you absentmindedly rub his knee, leaning over his brothers to talk to his mom.

video two: his name is called, and you stand with him, clapping loudly. he hugs you first, and you press a kiss into the corner of his lip, but he plants a firm, real one on yours. your manicured, white nails contrast against the black expanse of his suit and broad back. you push him gently towards luke. when he's finished hugging everyone and comes back down the aisle, you quickly fix his tie and smooth down his lapels. he kisses your cheek again and goes down to the stage.

photo three: the trophy is in the middle, the whole family wrapped together. you're tucked between ellen, the older woman has an arm around your waist and your boyfriend's got is arm slung across you shoulders on you other side, everyone smiling big for the camera.

you still remember ellen and jim insisting that you get in the photo, because "you're practically family anyways," and "it's any day now" that their son proposes to you. the photo is on their fridge, to this day.

4. quinn's y/n shirt

another video from y/n's tiktok. during the christmas season, she spent the holidays with the hughes family. her future brother in law (hopefully), jack hughes got quinn a pretty special present.

video: jack is holding the camera, and it pans to you and quinn. your holding a giant sushi stuffed toy (long story) from luke on your lap as you sit next to your boyfriend.

"here," he extends a hand holding a bag to his older brother.

Quinn smiles in thanks and digs into it, retrieving shirt. but it's no ordinary shirt. it's one of those old, retro looking ones with your face blown out all over it.

pictures from red carpets, your album covers, and in gaudy, shadowy text, it reads: IF LOST, RETURN TO Y/N L/N.

Luke cackles as you bury your face in quinn's shoulder. he's letting out a deep, belly laugh as his parents smile and take pictures of it when he holds it out.

he immediately pulls off his sweatshirt and tugs the shirt on. it fits a little tight.

"merry christmas!" jack yells as he gives you a high-five.

he still wears that stupid shirt around the apartment, just because he knows you like the fit and your face plastered all over his chest.

3. y/n's songs about her boyfriend

through many new releases, we have determined a list of songs about quinn from her new album, lover.

sweet nothing

paper rings

lover

daylight

I think he knows

afterglow

good looking

wow, you think. these people must not have lives if they're rummaging through your digital footprint and media presence with your boyfriend just to link them with your songs.

2. quinn's interview

since the couple has gone public, y/n has been seen at Canuck's games with family and friends. since she's from vancouver, born and raised, she is passionate about hockey and fits right in.

video one: the jumbotron flashes your face an name; you're wearing quinn's canucks jersey, hair loose. you smile and flutter your fingers at the crowd that's going crazy. one the ice, quinn's teammates jostle and holler at him, and you blow him a kiss. he pretends to catch it, and the screaming in the stadium reaches a new level as the screen pans to him: he's pink and all smiley.

video two: the ref makes a call and you stand, throwing your hands up in the air, exasperated. you huff, sitting back down with your head in your hands. your friends watch on with disappointment, and the three of you let out complains.

video three: quinn grins while looking off camera in the middle of an interview, and the journalist laughs.

"your girl?" he asks, and quinn nods shyly.

"yeah, it's real nice to see her here supporting. I mean, she's really busy too with her tours, but it's nice to have her on my turf."

"I saw! she got really riled up for the penalty during the second period. she's wearing your jersey as well."

"yeah," he scratches his neck, scrunching his nose to hide the big ass smile on his face, "she looks great, eh?"

"glad to see her in her hometown, too."

"right. yeah, I love her so much."

you snicker at how love sick he looks, because early on in the relationship he followed you around like a clingy, lost puppy. he still does sometimes after a roadie or one of your tours. you love it.

1. karma is the guy on the rink, coming straight home to me

the internet broke when y/n changed one of the songs on her song list for her tour last year at rogers arena in vancouver: instead of "karma is the guy on the screen, coming straight home to me", which is a reference to her ex, she changes it to better fix her new romance.

video: you dance through the song, your backup dancers clueless as you reach the line.

"karma is the guy on the rink, comin' straight home to me!" your voice breaks a little in a giggle at the end, your dancers shocked laughter and gasps visible from their faces that even an iPhone camera from 25 meters away can catch.

video two: quinn's in the tent with your parents and some of his teammates and their girlfriends, all of them are vibing to the music and dancing, most holding drinks in their hands.

when the line hits the speakers, everyone is screaming so loud and filming him, and he blushes so red that it spreads to his ears and neck, even in the dim light. his boys are slapping his back, and your dad gives him a high-five. he just smiles at you, dopey and deliriously happy in his shirt of your face and the 20 friendship bracelets your fans had made for him.

you remember that show perfectly, and the night after even better. you barely got any sleep because of his attentions, and your makeup artists spent nearly half an hour covering up the bruises on your neck and chest the next morning.

all in all, we can come to the conclusion that quinn hughes and y/n l/n are completely down bad for each other, like she teased in the song list of her unreleased album. we only hope for good things in the future for this famous couple!

you smile at the closing statement, sending it to quinn to read later in his hotel room.

he facetimes you that night, hair wet and eyes sleepy.

"that article was absolutely right. I am so down bad for you." he tells you seriously, with the promise of lots of love when he comes straight home to you.

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willowsnook · 11 days ago

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Bruised Egos, Hidden Feelings

hiya!!! for you're sandwich shop, i have an order for roast beef with vinegar on rye pls??

Quinn hughes x enemy!reader

I wanted it to be you

Moving to Vancouver was not in your cards for the year, but when an opportunity to move from the collegiate level to professional came along, you couldn’t really turn it down. You had been working at the University of Michigan’s athletics department for the past four years on their corporate partnerships teams, which you really enjoyed. As a former athlete at Michigan, it was a chance to stay involved with your alma mater and do good for the school.

A couple of months ago your boss had told you that an old colleague of his, who was now the Chief Marketing Officer for the Vancouver Canucks, was looking to bring someone new to their partnership teams. It would be a new title and major pay raise, and your boss insisted you apply. Five rounds of interviews later and here you were.

You’d found an apartment close to the facility with a great view over the water, and now all that was left to do before your first day was move all your stuff into the apartment. Your best friend Jack told you that he had a friend in Vancouver who would help carry stuff up with you, so you were waiting patiently in the lobby for the mystery man to appear.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you heard a voice swear, and you looked up to see the last person on earth you wanted to run into.

“He said a friend, not brother,” you groaned as you stared into Quinn Hughes's eyes. He looked equally displeased to see you, so it was nice to know that nothing had changed since the last time you had seen each other.

The last time was during the summer when Jack had invited you to the lakehouse, and you spent a weekend bickering with Quinn so much that the two of you had to be separated multiple times. You had a rough history with him that went back to your Michigan days when you were both athletes. You found him to be broody and insensitive and he claimed you were entitled and a brat. Truly a match made in heaven.

“Why are you here?” You demanded and Quinn glared back at you.

“Jack said he had a friend who needed help, and I owe him a favor,” he shot back, and you huffed.

“I don’t want your help,” you said firmly.

“I don’t care,” he snapped and moved outside toward the moving pod that had all your stuff.

The two of you began working silently, carrying stuff up to your new apartment and not saying a word to each other. You were standing in the pod trying to pull a box of your clothes off the top when you miscalculated, causing the box to fall and come straight at you. Bracing for impact, you shot up your arm to cover your face, but something yanked you out of the way at the last second. Quinn had you tightly against him before the box hit the ground, your clothes spilling out.

“Careful,” he murmured, and your heart raced at the contact between you. As much as you hated the man, he was exactly your type, at least physically. Dark hair, athlete, sad eyes. Your holy trinity. Blushing, you moved out of his grasp, muttering a thanks as you kneeled to clean up the mess.

When you were finishing up, Quinn lingered by the door, confused.

“Why are you even here anyway?” He asked and you looked over at him.

“What do you mean?”

“In Vancouver, idiot,” he said, and you rolled his eyes.

“I took a job with the Canucks,” you mumbled and his eyes widened.

“Tell me you're joking,” he deadpanned.

“I wish I were,” you said, snapping back at him. “See you at work asshole.”

He turned to leave your apartment and slammed the door behind him.

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It had been a month since Quinn helped you move in, and you both were executing a flawless strategy of avoiding each other in the facility. In fact you had only even seen him a couple of times so far. You loved your new job, the team was great and you were happy to be a part of a professional organization like this. All of the players you worked with on marketing initiatives seemed to really like you and you imagined it was because you could relate to them in some ways, having competed in soccer at a national level. Your favorite was the Finnish center Aatu, who followed you around like a puppy when free. He was two years younger than you, so you really looked at him like a baby, which annoyed him.

He was helping you set up a banner welcoming a company renting out the event space, holding the ladder as you climbed up.

“Raty!” Quinn barked from the doorway. “On the ice.”

“Coming, just give me a second,” Aatu said back, looking up at you, worried you might fall.

“Now,” Quinn insisted firmly, and Aatu sighed.

“I don’t think him being here another second is going to kill you,” you said, glaring down at Quinn from above.

“I didn’t realize your job description included using players to do your work for you,” he sneered at you and you climbed down the ladder to get closer to him.

“I didn’t realize yours included being a bitch,” you shot back and you could see the steam radiating off of him. Aatu looked nervously between you before gently nudging Quinn to the door.

“I’ll see you later y/n,” he called over his shoulder, forcing Quinn to leave with him.

Word of your altercation spread quickly, and the boys relentlessly teased Quinn about it.

“She’s got you by the balls man,” Brock joked to him in the locker room after practice. “I wouldn’t mind that, though; she is a hot little thing.”

“Don’t talk about her like that,” Quinn snapped, and Brock’s lips turned upward, amused.

“A little touchy about her, are we?” He teased and Quinn shut his eyes, resting his head against his locker.

“We’ve just known each other for a long time,” he said. “She’s Jack’s best friend so I have to watch out for her or he’ll kill me.”

“What part of harassing her at work is watching out for her?” Brock said, laughing.

“She has known how to get under my skin like no one else since day one,” he muttered.

Quinn was in his last year at Michigan when he first met you. You were a rising star on the soccer team, and frankly, you knew it. You were a ruthless competitor, earning the nickname “the reaper.” You definitely weren’t as humble as some of your teammates, but they didn’t mind, considering that you were the lead scorer in the Big 10.

Quinn was a quiet leader, while you were a loud one. You argued over anything, gym time for the teams, better travel accommodations, and more perks for your teams. Unfortunately, since neither of you was on the football team, the athletic department didn’t spend as much, which meant you were fighting each other for scraps sometimes.

He made a few offhand comments about you being a bitch and you responded by tweeting that you couldn’t wait to watch him go undrafted and it was pretty much over after that.

What irritated him the most was how quickly you and Jack became friends. Jack was his brother and you had corrupted him. Jack inviting you the lakehouse over the summer made him want to throttle his brother. Not only did he not enjoy bitching at you the whole weekend, but the girl he had brought with him also dumped him right when they got back, telling him that he needed to figure out his shit with you. Whatever the fuck that meant.

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“My two favorite people on the planet,” Jack called out cheerfully, pulling you and Quinn into a hug. Luke watched the scene amused, especially as you and Quinn did everything you could not to touch each other. The Devils were in town to play the Canucks and the four of you had decided to get a quick dinner before the game.

You sat next to Jack but opposite of Quinn at the table and started to fill Jack in on your new life up here. He was excited for you and selfishly happy that you were in the same place as Quinn so he could see you both at once. Quinn chatted easily with Luke about the season and it felt peaceful.

That only lasted for so long.

“Are the guys treating you okay?” Jack asked and you nodded.

“Yeah everyone has been really nice so it’s made my job a lot easier,” you told him.

“Everyone? Including the captain?” Jack teased and you gave him a look.

“Of course not,” you told him. “I could file so many harassment claims against him but I don’t because of my love for you Jack.”

Jack laughed and Quinn rolled his eyes.

“She’s a distraction,” he muttered.

“I’m trying to do my job,” you countered.

“I’m sure,” he said sarcastically and the tension between you was increasing by the minute.

“Some of us have to actually work all day, Quinn. Not all of us are professional athletes,” you shot back.

“You would know, huh? " he jeered without thinking, and everyone at the table froze. Blood drained from his face as he started to stutter out an apology.

“I-I didn’t mean it y/n,” he fumbled out, but you were already shoving your chair back to stand up, grabbing your purse at the same time to leave. Jack tried to grab you and Quinn called out your name but you walked swiftly out of the restaurant, trying to keep the tears from falling out of your eyes.

He was right; you didn’t know what it was like to be a professional athlete. You would have if it weren’t for a season-ending ACL injury that ended your career when you were a senior. You thought you’d be able to bounce back but it didn’t heal right, and the NWSL team that had drafted you was forced to cut you. It had been the lowest point in your career, and Quinn knew that because Jack had pulled you out of the darkness.

It took years of therapy to stop feeling like your life was over and to stop thinking, “what if?” So for Quinn to throw that in your face was low.

The table was dead silent after you left. Jack was so angry he didn’t even know what to say. Luke was scrolling through his phone, trying to distract himself from what just occurred. Quinn had his head in his hands, elbows resting on the table.

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you?” Jack seethed.

“I didn’t mean to say it; she just gets me riled up,” he defended weakly.

“You know what happened. She lost everything,” he bit out, and Quinn finally looked up. “You know what’s so funny?”

Quinn didn’t reply but Jack went on anyway.

“I’ve been telling my friends for the past two years about this fantasy about the two of you someday getting over your beef and getting together. You are both so alike and stubborn that I thought you were a perfect match. But I was wrong. I would never wish for her to end up with someone like you.”

Luke winced at Jack’s words, and Quinn just sat back dejected. Throwing cash on the table, Jack left the building, pulling Luke along with him.

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You were quieter than usual tonight, and it wasn’t going unnoticed. Of course, you “turned it on” when popping in the corporate suites to ensure everyone was having a good time. But the in-betweens were rough. Brock had come over to say hi to you before the game and was concerned when you didn’t entertain his usual flirting like normal. The game went by in a blur, with the Devils trouncing your team, but you were happy to see Jack score.

The locker room was somber after the game, and Quinn gave the best “we’ll be okay” speech before leaning back into his locker.

“Saw y/n earlier,” Brock said casually next to him. Quinn just looked over at him with tired eyes, not saying anything. “She looked upset. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”

“Why would I?” He sighed out and Brock gave him a knowing look.

“You’re the only one here who can get that kind of emotion out of her. God, the way the two of you light up when the other walks in the room is insufferable.”

“What are you talking about man?”

“Dude come on, everyone can see that you guys have a thing for each other. You’re just disguising it as hating each other, but I don’t look at people I hate the way you look at her.”

Quinn didn’t say anything, just quietly contemplating what his teammate said. He did have a point. He was excited every time he saw you, even though he knew it would just end up in a fight. That would also explain his irritation whenever he heard someone talking about you.

Fuck this was a mess.

You were saying goodbye to your last guests in the front of the arena when Quinn finally found you. He was dressed down in a pair of sweats and a hoodie, and you eyed him warily.

“Here to rub salt in the wound?” You asked dejectedly, his brows furrowed as he walked closer to you. You two stood a couple of feet apart, eyeing each other but with no energy.

“I’m sorry y/n,” he said, and a look of surprise flashed across your face. “I hate myself for saying that to you; I wasn’t thinking. I don’t know what I would do if I couldn’t play hockey anymore so the fact that you even want to work around sports is admirable.”

You caught him off guard when you stepped closer to him, snaking your arms around his midsection. To be honest, you were so emotionally exhausted that you didn’t even care that you were finding comfort in him right now. After his shock wore off, he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, holding you tight to him.

Jack and Luke saw what was happening from a distance and smirked at each other, their anger at their brother fading. Plus, they scored on him, so they were even.

“Hey guys,” Luke called out as they approached and you turned around. Quinn kept his arm wrapped around your waist, which didn’t go unnoticed by Jack, smirking.

“We are free for the night,” Jack said. “Movie at Quinn's?”

You all piled in Quinn’s car and headed towards his condo, which was actually not that far from yours. Looking at the boys all sprawled out in their sweats, you pouted, still in your business casual from the game.

“I need clothes,” you said, crossing your arms. Quinn looked from Jack to Luke before sighing and getting up. You changed into one of his long-sleeve team shirts, and he handed you a pair of sweats.

“These are way too big Quinn,” you complained, and he crossed his arms over his chest, looking at you.

“This isn’t a store,” he replied.

“Don’t you have boxers I can wear or something?”

His eyes widened at your request, “You want to wear my boxers?”

“Obviously I don’t want to but I don’t really have a choice unless you prefer I just don’t wear any pants at all.”

Quinn’s eyes dropped to your bare legs and you shifted, trying to pull down the shirt further.

“I wouldn’t complain,” he said huskily. You felt your face get hot as his eyes met yours again with an intense gaze. You moved past him, ripping open one of his drawers until you found what you were looking for.

Jack laughed as the two of you came back out.

“You look like one of his puck bunnies,” he giggled, and Quinn flipped him off. You frowned. The thought of him hooking up with different girls didn’t sit well with you and you were mad at yourself for being mad.

Quinn took the end of the couch, and you sat between him and Jack. You laid your head on Jack’s shoulder as you got comfy and could feel Quinn’s gaze burning holes in your skin.

At some point, you went up to use the bathroom and Jack looked at Quinn smirking.

“Would you like to share something with the group?” he asked, and Quinn didn’t even look away from the tv.

“Nope.”

“She’s the reason Kelcie broke up with you, right?”

“Yep.”

“And now you’re realizing that there’s maybe something more than just pure hatred for one another?”

“Yep.”

Jack cheered, and Luke pulled out his wallet and handed $100 to his brother.

“You guys bet on this?” Quinn said irritably and his brothers grinned.

“Of course, when I saw you hugging her, I knew I could get you to admit it tonight. Lukey didn’t believe,” Jack said in a sing-songy voice.

You walked back out of the bathroom, and all three boys immediately shut up, making you suspicious. Jack gave you an innocent grin as you sat back down, and as you did, he stretched out horizontally, forcing you to sit closer to Quinn. Quinn threw his head back onto the couch, closing his eyes to pray this could stop happening.

Everyone focused back on the movie, and it wasn’t long before your eyes started to droop, your head falling over to rest against the wall next to you. A soft wall. Quinn shifted his arm behind your shoulders, and you subconsciously snuggled closer to him as his hand rested against your skin. Jack jumped off the couch and snapped a picture before bolting to the bathroom. Luke was trying to keep his laughter contained.

You woke up later, sprawled on top of Quinn on the couch, his head resting on top of yours. Shifting, you woke him up, and he grumbled at you about what time it was. Jack and Luke must have left already, which wasn’t surprising considering it was 3 a.m.

“Just stay here the rest of the night,” Quinn said groggily, and you nodded, not wanting to try to call an Uber now. “Let’s move to the bed though.”

“I can sleep on the couch,” you insisted and he waved you off.

“Just come on,” he said and you followed. His bed was massive, and you sighed as you got under the covers. Quinn pulled you back into his arms and you didn’t protest; it was too comfy.

“I still hate you,” you mumbled and he chuckled against your neck.

“I still hate you too, princess,” he said as you drifted off.

You quietly slipped out of Quinn’s embrace the next morning to leave. You decided that you would keep the clothes he gave you because, frankly, they were comfortable and he still owed you for that comment last night.

You made it back to your apartment and got in the shower, thinking about last night’s events. You didn’t like Quinn. You couldn’t, right? It felt like yesterday was the first time you’d been hanging out where it didn’t end up in a fight. His body fit perfectly around you when you saw him after the game, and your attraction for him started to bubble up after you had pushed it down for so long.

This didn’t even cover last night. Basically cuddling on the couch and sleeping in the same bed. And not just two friends sharing a bed together, this was two people who didn’t lose contact the whole night. You really didn’t know what to think.

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You were in your office the next day, going through your emails when Brock barged into your door.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, concerned. He was still dressed in his gear, as practice was going on now.

“Quinn got hurt and is having a meltdown with the trainers, can you please come down there?”

“Why me?” You said, and Brock shot you an annoyed look.

“I don’t have the time to discuss this with you right now, so let’s go,” he said, and you got up to follow him.

Quinn had never been in so much pain. His right knee felt like it was going to snap in half at any moment, and his palms were bloody from how hard he was clenching his fists. He was alone for the moment, having screamed at the trainers just to give him a minute while he tried to settle down. He’d have to apologize later but he saw the looks on their faces and he knew it was bad.

Nothing had really even happened, he just hit the ice wrong when he was turning and his leg twisted at a weird angle. He knew they were going to send someone in to the room soon. Probably one of his coaches or teammates to try and tell him some shit about everything being okay.

You pushed open the door slowly, and a look of surprise flashed over Quinn’s face. He looked pitiful on the training bed, his knee already wrapped with ice but you could tell how much pain he was in.

“Here to make sure I’m not suicidal?” He joked humourlessly, and you snorted.

“Something like that,” you replied, moving over to him.

You grabbed a towel and ran some warm water over it before taking his hand from him, cleaning off the blood and then moving it to the other one.

“I wanted it to be you,” he whispered and you looked at him curiously, his eyes burning into yours.

“What do you mean?”

“I didn’t want anyone else to come in here. I saw how the trainers looked at me and I knew you wouldn’t look at me like that,” he confessed and you smiled softly at him.

“This is rock bottom,” you told him, and he laughed a little before wincing in pain. “I hung on to the fact that the worst part had already happened. All you can do is move forward. No need to get lost overanalyzing it.”

He gave you an unrecognizable look and the two of you sat silently for a little while, just staring at each other. His phone started ringing and you snorted after seeing Jack’s name flash across the screen.

“Hey man,” Quinn said into the phone. You started to move back, but Quinn’s hand tightened around yours.

“They wrapped ice around it; it looks bad,” he said quietly and you caressed your thumb over his hand, trying to comfort him.

“She’s here with me right now…shut the fuck up… I’m hanging up right now,” he said, rolling his eyes. Putting his phone back down, he looked over to you.

“You can probably let the trainers back in now; I’ll behave,” he told you with a lazy grin.

“Yeah yeah,” you said standing back up. “I’ll grab them.”

“Will you wait for me after?”

“I’m going to be here until 5 anyway, buddy. Just text me if you need me to come back down,” you told him, and he frowned before giving you a mischievous look.

“Well, I’m going to need someone to take me home,” he said and you rolled your eyes.

“Don’t push your luck.”

Without even thinking, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his forehead. He stilled with shock before smiling to himself.

“I think a kiss somewhere else would make me feel better,” he teased as you walked to the door. You didn’t even entertain his words, just flipping him off as you walked. The blush on your cheeks told you that maybe those feelings you shoved down were a lot bigger than you thought.

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brainddeadd · 2 months ago

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Quinn Hughes x fem!reader

folding their clean laundry and putting it away

The roar of the crowd still echoed in Quinn’s ears as he drove home, the adrenaline from the game gradually fading. The Vancouver Canucks had pulled off a hard-fought victory, but he was already dreading the mountain of laundry waiting for him from the past week of away games. The thought of tackling it felt exhausting.

Pulling into his apartment complex, he sighed heavily, wishing he could avoid the chore altogether. As he stepped inside, he was met with the sight of the laundry piled high on his kitchen counter. It loomed over him like a dark cloud, mocking his exhaustion. But then, something caught his eye.

There, next to the pile of dirty clothes, was a neat stack of folded laundry. Each shirt, sock, and pair of shorts was perfectly arranged, and Quinn’s heart swelled at the sight. He instantly recognized your handiwork. You had come over while he was gone, and the realization brought a smile to his face.

Without a second thought, he grabbed his keys and rushed back out the door. The urge to see you and thank you in person was overwhelming. He hopped into his car and drove through the quiet streets of Vancouver, his mind racing with thoughts of you.

Arriving at your apartment building, he parked and dashed inside, his heart pounding with anticipation. He knocked lightly on your door, unable to contain his excitement. Moments later, you opened the door, looking surprised but delighted to see him.

“Quinn!” you exclaimed, stepping aside to let him in.

“Hey,” he said breathlessly, his eyes scanning your cozy space. You wore a soft sweatshirt and sweatpants, looking effortlessly beautiful.

Without waiting for an invitation, he stepped forward and enveloped you in a warm embrace, feeling the weight of the world lift from his shoulders. “I saw what you did,” he murmured into your hair, breathing in the familiar scent of your shampoo.

You pulled back slightly, a playful smile on your lips. “You’re welcome! I thought you could use some help.”

He chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “You really didn’t have to. But I’m so glad you did.”

With a grin, you led him to the couch, where you both sank into the cushions. Quinn felt a sense of peace wash over him, the stresses of the day melting away.

“I was just folding laundry and watching some TV,” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Better than what I was doing,” he replied, wrapping his arm around you. “I was just staring at a pile of clothes, wishing they would magically disappear.”

You laughed lightly, and he couldn’t help but smile. “You know, I could get used to this. You coming over and doing my laundry,” he teased, pulling you closer.

“Only if you keep winning games,” you shot back playfully, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

Quinn leaned down, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “I’ll do my best. But right now, I just want to enjoy this moment with you.”

As you both settled in, the outside world faded away. In that cozy space, surrounded by your laughter and warmth, Quinn knew he had everything he needed.

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withwritersblock · 5 months ago

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Happily

~Happily by One Direction~

Author's Note: this is similar to a piece I loved writing on my old account, withcolebrock (if you like Colby Brock then go check my old works!) Also as always italics are flashbacks! Summary: Quinn's in love with Y/N but she's getting married Warnings: implied smut, swearing Word Count: 4,936 Quinn Hughes x fm!reader

When she invited him to the wedding, he was only shocked. His entire family was invited, of course. Their parents have been friends for years before Quinn and Y/N were born. He thought that after everything they’ve been through, he wouldn’t be invited.

He always thought that exes shouldn’t be invited to weddings. But was he even her ex? It was something rattling in his brain for months since the invite was sent to his apartment. Was it a mistake? Did they argue about it? Did she demand he be there? They were best friends after all.

She moved to Vancouver with him. They shared a two bedroom apartment together, where her room was rarely used. But they were only ever friends with benefits. They never exceeded the relationship side of things.

“Did that really just happen?” she questioned, turning her head to the side to meet his gaze. They were both still breathing heavily, sweat was on his forehead as well as his pink cheeks. He pressed his lips together while he took in a deep breath, awkwardly nodding. “Wow,” she mumbled, shifting her gaze back towards the ceiling.

Quinn’s lips slowly curled into a smirk, “Wow amazing or wow that was embarrassingly bad we should never do that again?” he kept his gaze on her, watching the smile form on her lips. She rolled her eyes playfully, brushing a few stray pieces of hair away from her forehead.

“Wow, amazing, wow we shouldn’t have done that,” she explained, her gaze meeting him once more. His eyes squinted slightly as he furrowed his eyebrows slightly. She took in a deep breath, inching towards him.

She reached her hand over, resting it onto his cheek. She slowly ran her thumb across his cheek. “Wow, let’s do it again,” she mumbled, a half smirk on her lips.

His lips slowly went into a smile as he reached towards her, taking a hold of her bare thigh. Pulling her onto his lap, he glided his hands up and down her naked frame. “Wow,” he said, raising his eyebrows.

She leaned towards him, kissing him urgently. Kissing him felt so right and so perfect in that moment. It was fun and loving in a special way she couldn’t make out the feeling.

Quinn slowly rolled her onto her back, as he kept a hold of her thigh. He loved the feeling of her leg in his hands. “Should we talk about this?” he asked as he pulled away from her lips. She scanned his features, rubbing her thumb across his jawline.

“Maybe after we do that again,” she said with a small smirk. Her hand slowly glided from his jawline, towards his neck and into his hair.

“Well obviously,” he muttered as leaned towards her, kissing her desperately once more. She giggled into the kiss.

It was a black tie wedding. The guests were expected to wear black so that the bridal party could stand out. He wore all black, maybe a symbol of mourning her last possible moments of freedom.

He stared in the mirror, his hair styled, away from his face. His beard more full than normal but was cleaned up and neat looking.

He blinked a few times as a hand was waving in front of his face. He shifted his gaze to see Luke standing beside him. He was in a regular black and white undershirt suit. His hair was shorter as it was early August and he wanted his hair cut short before the season began.

“Are you doing okay?” Luke asked, shoving his hands into his pockets. Quinn licked his lips while he nodded. “You’re disappearing a bit, are you sure?” Luke pressed. Quinn nodded once more as he ran a hand over his mouth as he walked towards the bed.

“Boys! We need to go! We’ll be late for the ceremony!” Ellen shouted from across the AirBnB. Luke met Quinn’s gaze, patting him on the shoulder before he walked out of the bedroom that was Quinn’s for the weekend. Quinn tilted his head back, taking a deep breath before he followed after his youngest brother.

They laid facing one another as she traced the inside of his palm delicately with her finger. He watched her, the small furrow in her eyebrows as she clenched and unclenched her jaw. She was chewing on the inside of her lip as she avoided his eye.

It’s been a few months of their arrangement where they were best friends who had benefits. It was fun, still was. It was probably more often than what the typical arrangement should’ve been. Neither of them complained, or would ever want to complain.

He took a small breath as he reached his free hand over and rested it onto the curve of her waist. He ran his thumb slowly and softly across the fabric of her thin tank top. She lifted her gaze, meeting his eye.

“Do you think our friendship will ever get back to normal after this?” she asked, her voice breaking softly. He inched towards her, his heart starting to beat hard against his chest. He took a deep breath.

“I don’t think it’ll be the same, why?” he asked quietly. She swallowed hard as she pressed her lips together.

“I just hope we didn’t mess up by doing this, I don’t want to lose you,” she said, her eyes getting teary. He pulled her towards him, letting her rest her head onto his chest. He slowly ran his hand up and down her back.

“Where’s this coming from?” he asked in a hushed tone. She shrugged as she reached her hand up, caressing the skin of his cheek. “You won’t lose me. You’re stuck with me either as a best friend who you have amazing sex with or as a best friend without,” he let out. She giggled as those words left his lips.

“It is pretty amazing, huh?” she mumbled, sniffling slightly.

“What I’m saying is, I loved you for years before this happened. I’ll love you for years after it stops, okay?” he explained. She lifted her head, looking down to meet his eye. She smiled softly before she leaned down, kissing him softly.

“Ditto,” she let out. He gasped.

“I just poured my heart out and all you can say is ditto?” he forced out.

“That was hardly pouring your heart out,” she teased as she rested her hand onto his chest.

“It was from the heart, that still counts,” he let out as he ran his hand up her back and ran his fingers soothingly through her hair.

“You are so dramatic Quinn Hughes,” she said, shaking her head. She reluctantly stood up from the bed, adjusting the tiny shorts on her frame as she walked towards the door. “Good luck tonight,” she mumbled before she walked out of the room to get ready for work.

“Thanks,” he muttered. Leaving Quinn alone and surrounded in his thoughts.

She stared into her reflection, admiring the makeup her sister had done. It was beautiful, it made her feel extra gorgeous for her special day. She was starting to hate her hair, hating the idea of the updo she had chosen. Suddenly feeling insecure about each part of her upper body. Her neck was too big, her jaw looked wrong. Her smile felt fake.

Everything was starting to feel wrong. It was too soon, everything about the wedding was starting to feel wrong. Maybe even the guy was wrong. Colin was a wonderful man. He was kind and sweet and would do anything to make Y/N happy.

It was hard to admit but she was content. She didn’t want to marry someone who she was only content with. She wanted the constant butterflies, the never ending need and desire for one another. The laughter, the never ending smiles. Colin and Y/N fell into a routine so fast it felt as though they were meant to be. Their lives matched together so beautifully it seemed to be easy.

Maybe she didn’t want it easy. Maybe she didn’t want Colin. Maybe she wanted him instead.

She pushed the thought away as she dropped her gaze towards the wedding dress. It was a dress she has been dreaming of since she was a little kid.

Her mother slowly walked up behind her, resting her hands onto Y/N’s shoulders. “How’s my girl doing?” she asked, smiling towards her through the mirror. Y/N tilted her head to the side, admiring her own frame as she simply nodded. Unsure of the words to say. “Oh what’s wrong?” she asked in a hushed tone.

“I’m fine, seriously,” she whispered, a voice crack leaving her throat in the process.

“You shouldn’t be just fine on your wedding day, is this about Quinn?” her mother asked. Y/N’s eyes widened as she spun around. Her eyes danced around the room, making sure there weren't any wandering eyes or eager ears.

“What?” she forced out barely above a whisper.

She stood in the kitchen preparing protein pancakes for Quinn’s birthday morning. He had a game later in the day so she still wanted it to be somewhat healthy but special for him. She hummed along to the country song playing as she swayed her hips back and forth to the beat. She held the spatula like a microphone for a few seconds as she sang along.

She flipped the last pancake of the batch over, hearing a small sizzle in the process. She reached into the cabinet and took a hold of two plates. She began adding several pancakes to each plate when she heard footsteps coming up from Quinn’s bedroom. She took the last pancake from the pan and dropped it onto the extras. She turned the stove off as she spun around holding the plates. Smiling wide, she met his sleepy gaze.

“Happy birthday!” she cheered out as she rested the plates onto the countertop. He smiled shyly as he dropped his head. “I made you some pancakes, protein pancakes and here's as many toppings as you want,” she said pointing towards the different collections of fruits and syrup.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he said as he walked towards her, wrapping his arms around her. She wrapped her arms tightly around the center of his body. “This is amazing,” he mumbled before he pulled away from her.

“Come on, Quinny let’s eat,” she mumbled as she slowly kept her hand on the center of his back as they walked towards the stools on the other side of the counter. “I’ve got your whole day planned out,”

“Oh yeah?” he asked as he added strawberries onto his pancakes. She nodded dramatically as she added bananas onto hers. “What’s the plan? I still need my pre game nap,” he said, smiling, while he poured some syrup onto them.

“Don’t worry I already added it to the schedule, you’ll be ready by one to take your nap,” she offered with a teasing grin, “You have to hurry up and eat. We’re cutting it close to my next plan on the schedule,” she said as she took a bite of food.

“What’s that?” he questioned, raising his eyebrows.

“Shower sex, of course,” she let out. His eyes widened, swallowing hard. “But after we eat,” she pointed towards him with her fork. “I worked hard on this breakfast,” she continued.

He nodded, “Yes, ma’am,” He brought another bite of food towards his mouth as they maintained eye contact. He laughed as he dropped his gaze towards his plate.

“What are you talking about?” she asked as she stared into her mother’s gaze. Her mother tilted her head to the side as she pouted her lips slightly.

“My beautiful daughter, I’ve seen you two together your whole lives. You cannot tell me that there was never a moment you two didn’t get involved,” she asked in a hushed tone. Y/N clenched her jaw as she avoided her mother’s gaze. “The Christmas before you met Colin, I saw you two together. I saw the way you looked at him,”

“Mom,” she let out while shaking her head.

“Girls, can Y/N and I have a moment together alone?” her mother announced to the room full of bridesmaids. They all quickly scattered out of the room with zero hesitation. Her mother took a hold of her hands, looking deeply into her daughter’s eyes. “What is going through your mind right now?” she asked softly.

They sat on opposite ends of the living room. She was sitting close with her sister, Jackie, as she kept finding her gaze lingering back towards Quinn. He was doing the same thing, despite being in a full conversation with Luke.

Her sister’s son, Michael, was sitting in the center of both families opening all of his gifts. He was five years old, her sister had him when she was seventeen. Her family was still so supportive. The Hughes family also adored the little boy, giving him all of the gifts he could imagine.

They all loved spoiling the little boy. “Who’s that one from, Mikey?” her sister asked. Michael stared towards the box seeing the name label was from Quinn.

“Uncle Quinn,” he let out softly. Quinn smiled proudly as he shifted his gaze towards Y/N. Michael quickly ripped open the box to see a kids sized Vancouver Canucks jersey. Michael instantly pulled it out and held it to his body. Jackie’s eyes widened as she shifted her gaze towards her husband.

“Quinn, you know we’re Red Wings fans right?” Jackie’s husband said while laughing.

Quinn shrugged his shoulders while he smirked widely, “Eh, let Mikey pick his favorite,” Quinn leaned forward, resting his hands onto his knees.

“His Auntie Y/N is a Canucks fan too,” Y/N offered towards his sister. Her husband had rolled his eyes dramatically.

“She’s got Quinny bias, that’s not fair,” Jackie’s husband expressed.

“Yes I do,” she expressed as she stood up from her spot on the couch, her eyes remained connected with Quinn’s the whole time. She had a small smile on her lips while she walked towards him. She rested her hand on the top of the couch. “Does anyone want a drink?” she offered as she began walking slowly backwards towards the kitchen.

“Yeah, I’ll join you,” Quinn stood up, standing a few inches away from her for only a brief second. But everyone could feel the tension between them. He followed after her towards the kitchen.

She walked towards the fridge pulling out a Dr. Pepper as she also tossed Quinn one as well. He stared towards her, admiring her features as she leaned her head against the fridge. She smiled towards him. “What are you thinking?” she questioned.

He crossed his arms over his chest as he took a cautious step towards her, he glanced behind him. No one was in their line of sight. He took another step, his face near hers. “Can I kiss you?” he asked barely above a whisper. Her eyes squinted slightly as she felt her lips curl up into a smile.

Glancing behind him, she saw that no one was around. She nodded as he took a hold of her cheek, leaning towards her, kissing her delicately. It was only for a few seconds but it was everything they needed.

“You know this isn’t a part of the arrangement,” she whispered against his lips. He pecked her lips for a second before he pulled away.

“I know,” he mumbled before he slowly lowered his hand away from her face as he walked away from her. She followed after him after a few moments as she raised her hand up and delicately tapped her fingers onto her lips. A small grin slowly formed.

Her mother took a hold of her hands, looking deeply into her daughter’s eyes. “What is going through your mind right now?” she asked softly. Y/N lips quivered as she looked into her mother’s eyes. “Do you want to go through with this wedding?” she asked barely above a whisper.

“Yes, of course, I-I love Colin,” she let out as she took a hold of her own cheeks as she spun away. “I love Colin, we will be good together,” she forced out. She looked into her own reflection, watching her eyes get red as she felt tears burn in her eyes. “Our life would be easy, we would love and have a great life with great kids,” she explained as she kept staring at herself.

“When have you ever wanted an easy life?” her mother asked, a dry chuckle leaving her throat, “You and Quinn have always loved the complicated lifestyle,”

“There is no me and Quinn! There was never me and Quinn, we are friends. I love him but not like I love Colin,” she said walking away as she took a hold of the ends of dress as she walked away. She walked towards the opposite end of the room taking a deep breath. Her eyes danced between the photos of herself and Colin. She looked happy, but she wasn’t sure if she was actually happy. She let out a sigh.

“You’re right, you don’t love Colin like you love Quinn,” her mother let out.

“What are you doing?” she met her mother’s gaze, frustration filling her body. “Are you trying to talk me out of getting married? It’s a little late for that, I’m standing in a wedding gown.” she let out frustratingly.

They sat in comfortable silence as they drank their hot chocolate while staring towards the water in front of them. It was peaceful as a few small boats were floating in the distance.

They wanted to get out of the apartment. Quinn was starting to get tired of the walls of his apartment building, the arena, and the hotel rooms. He needed to experience fresh air and to be around some bodies of water.

“I have to tell you something,” Y/N mumbled as she kept her gaze forward, watching a woman run past the pair with her dog running a few feet in front of her. He turned his head, scanning her features.

“Okay,” he let out, watching her tilt her head back slightly.

“I think we have to stop,” she let out while taking in a deep breath. He nodded, waiting for her to continue. “We agreed that if there was someone that we wanted to maybe pursue a relationship with we would end things,” she rambled, her voice breaking slightly as she spoke. “I met someone and he’s really kind and-I don’t want to hurt you, Quinn,” she let out, meeting his gaze.

“You’re not hurting me,” he explained, scooting towards her. Wrapping his arm around her shoulder, “I’m happy you met someone. This was temporary for a reason,” he whispered, afraid if he spoke louder the heart break in his body would come out.

If he was being honest, he brought her here to tell her that he loved her. He was in love with her but she clearly didn’t feel the same towards him. He swallowed hard as he met her gaze. He wanted to kiss her for the last time, but he wasn’t sure if that was something he could ask.

“Tell me about him,” he mumbled as he watched the small smile form on her lips. She took in a long breath.

“Well, he works at the same school I do. We’ve been around each other for years but we have been talking a lot more recently and I realized we get along great. He asked me out and I said yes,” she explained.

He nodded, “That’s great!” He was forced out.

“Are you upset?” she asked, scanning his features. He instantly shook his head, clenching his jaw slightly in the process.

“I told you I would love you for years after this arrangement ends, I meant that. You’re my best friend, Y/N,” he explained as he took a hold of her cheek. “We’ll be fine, I want you to be happy and if this guy makes you happy that’s all that matters,”

Quinn sat beside Luke as he stared towards his hands. He began awkwardly cracking his knuckles, repeatedly bending and moving his fingers. Luke kept his gaze low on his phone, scrolling through his Twitter feed.

Quinn lifted his gaze, watching people file into the seats. Quinn clenched his jaw as his heart began beating rapidly. He was trying to wrap his head around the idea that it was Y/N’s wedding. It was her wedding and he wasn’t the groom. He wanted her happy, maybe he focused on her happiness more than his own.

He’s always wanted her happy, he’s always wanted her to be at her happiest. He thought that she was better off with someone else. She went and found someone else, and she seemed happier with him.

Quinn began to distance himself from her. It was slow but he needed to step away for a while.

“You promised me!” she let out while crying. She pointed towards him as she paced back and forth. “You said you would love me after we stopped! You said it didn’t matter that you would love me and we would still be fine!” she shook her head. “Why are you constantly ignoring me? Why are you moving out? This isn’t how we do things, Quinn.”

He sat on the couch, his face in his hands. “I do love you! That’s fucking problem!” he expressed as he stood up. “I love you! That’s why I have to leave,” he walked away from her towards his room.

“Why is that a problem?” she sobbed out.

“Because you’re with Colin,” he mumbled out as he walked back towards her. He scanned her features, searching for some sign that she wanted him the way he wanted her. She furrowed her eyebrows as she was breathing heavily.

She scanned his features, searching for something else, desperate for another explanation. “You can’t love me when I’m with Colin?” she pressed forward. He took another small step towards her, their faces mere inches apart. His gaze lowered, admiring her lips. The lips he had gotten used to kissing, more than what their arrangement originally allowed.

“Not in the way I want to,” he mumbled before he walked past her back towards his room to finish packing up his things.

Quinn stood up from his seat, wandering away from the section his family was sitting in. At first he had no idea where he was going, he just kept walking. He walked past people he didn’t recognize, people that were probably close with Colin and his family.

He continued down the hallway, smiling towards the few people he knew before he reached the Bridal suite doors. Some of her bridesmaids were standing outside talking to one another.

“Hey Quinn, the ceremony is supposed to start soon, you should go back to your seat,” her maid of honor, Jessy, said.

“Yeah, I know. I just-I need to talk to her,” Quinn offered, reaching for the door knob. Jessy pulled his arm away.

“You’re not doing that right now, wait until the reception,” she said harshly. Quinn rolled his eyes as he clenched his jaw.

“What if it can’t wait until the reception,” he countered. She rolled her eyes.

“Then it doesn’t need to be said, Quinn. Go back to your seat,” Jessy begged. Quinn contemplated for a few seconds before he shoved into the room. “No, Quinn don’t-” she pleaded as she followed after him.

Y/N eyes widened as her breath caught in her throat as she saw Quinn burst through the door. Y/N’s lips began to quiver as she saw Quinn. He stood amazed, in utter shock at the beauty she oozed standing there.

“Quinn come on,” Jessy ushered.

“He can stay,” Y/N let out barely above a whisper, her eyes remained connected with his. “You guys go,” she pointed to her mother and Jessy.

“Y/N,” Jessy begged.

“I said go,” she mumbled. Her mother quickly walked out of the room, guiding Jessy out of the room as well.

The door shut and silence soon filled the room. Quinn stayed still near the door, his hands were shoved into his pocket as he admired her from afar. His mouth clammered open every so often to say something but nothing came out. He was simply shocked at how stunning she was. His heart was so full of love when he looked towards her. He never wanted this moment to end.

She ran her hands nervously along the dress as she took a deep breath. “Say something,” she muttered as her lips quivered.

“What do you want me to say?” he asked in a whisper tone.

“You came here, you shoved into my bridal suite, say something then!” she shouted, her eyes filling with tears.

He took a shaky breath, feeling none of the air reach his lungs. His body was suddenly warm as his cheeks were slowly flushing red. He tugged at the collar of his undershirt, subtly gasping for air.

“You look-” he paused as he shook his head, a small huff of air leaving his lips. “Wow,” he mumbled. She felt her lips curl up in a soft smile for only a few seconds before it faltered. He took a few steps towards her, he intended to close the distance between them but he stopped short.

“I’m freaking out right now,” she let out while her hands started to shake.

“It’ll be okay,” Quinn muttered.

“No, No it’s not. I need you to convince me to walk down that aisle,” she said, a sob leaving her throat. “I need you to tell me that I will be happy and that this isn’t a mistake.” she begged.

Quinn licked his lips nervously as he tilted his head to the side. “I’m not going to do that,” he mumbled.

“Why not?” she asked as she brought her shaking hands towards her eyes. She cautiously wiped the tears falling.

“You know why,” he stepped towards her.

“Then say it,” she countered as she took a shaky breath. “Say it, Quinn,” she begged.

“Don’t get married,” he let out, the words actually leaving his lips. He was only half sure that they weren’t just in his mind. Until he saw her gasp slightly. “This is ridiculous, Y/N. You know I’m in love with you, you know how much I crave to be with you. You know that I cannot breathe without you. An-and I think you love me too. I think you need me more than you think.” he let out in a rushedly.

Her lips quivered as she felt tears finally fall onto her cheek. “I do,” she barely let out. “I need you,” she mumbled as she spun around as she tried to unlace the back of her dress quickly.

“What are you doing?” he asked, walking towards her.

“What does it look like? I’m leaving,” she began fighting for the lace. “Can you help me?” she questioned as she still reached dramatically behind her back.

“Wait- shouldn’t you go talk to Colin?” he let out nervously.

“What? No, he’ll figure it out once I don’t walk down the aisle,” she motioned towards him to walk towards her.

He took a few steps towards her, hesitantly pulling on the lace in the back to loosen the dress on her frame. She quickly began speed walking away from him, his hands left in limbo in the air. She gripped the dress slightly as she lifted it up as she moved quickly. She opened the door, meeting her mom’s gaze.

“I’m not going through with this wedding,” she uttered while letting out a fast breath. Her mother couldn’t stop the grin forming on her lips.

“You’re not serious?” Jessy asked, her eyes widening.

“Can you talk to Colin? I can’t face him,” she looked towards her mother, desperation coursing through her veins. Her mother nodded without hesitation.

“What should I tell him, dear?” she asked.

Y/N glanced behind her, meeting Quinn’s gaze for a moment before she shifted her gaze back towards her mother. “Tell him the truth,” she muttered. Switching her gaze towards Jessy, “Can you come help me get the dress off?”

Jessy nodded hesitantly as she walked back into the suite, staring down Quinn in the process.

“Honey,” her mother called her attention. “What’s the truth?” she asked hopefully.

Y/N took in a shaky breath, “That I can’t go through with the wedding because I’m not happy. I’m not happy with the life I had with him,” she mumbled as she snuck back into the bridal suite. She met Quinn’s gaze, smiling softly.

He wasn’t a lover right now. He was her best friend, he was there for her in a difficult moment. She didn’t need him to be romantic and for them to ride off in the sunset together. She needed him to hold her hand as she escaped a life that would ruin who she was as a person.

“Where are you going to go?” Jessy asked as she began to unlace the dress.

“Her family’s lake house,” Quinn offered as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Michigan? Seriously?” Jessy asked, a dry laugh leaving her throat. Y/N’s lips curled up in a smile as she met Quinn’s gaze. The first time in months she felt seen. She felt happy.

“Yeah Michigan,” she mumbled as she chuckled nervously.

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Snapshots Masterlist

Quinn Hughes x ofc

Are Quinn Hughes and Sarah Roberts fated to be together? It seems like it. Follow their journey from a spur of the moment first date to falling in love and all the good and bad in between.

These snapshots are written in whatever order strikes my fancy, but there is a loose timeline they fall into. I've listed them in both posting and timeline order. There are some timeline inconsistencies that will be edited as needed. In the meantime, let's just agree to pretend they don't exist. Also, the season the Canucks are playing in is obviously fictional and doesn't follow any actual season.

• Please be aware, this series deals with a lot of grief.

The Snapshots playlist can be found here.

Other work can be found on my Fanfiction Masterlist.

*indecates smut

In Posting Order:

Shoot The Moon* The snapshot that started it all - Quinn comes home exhausted from a rough road trip. After a good night's sleep, he decides to try out some new things with Sarah.

Love, Even in the Hard Parts When his mom can't make it to take Quinn to surgery, Sarah steps in in spite of her hatred of hospitals.

Love Me Gently* Early on in their relationship, Quinn and Sarah have their first really sexual encounter, and learn about each other along the way.

Our Heroes Meet: When Quinn and Sarah meet, they’re pulled into each other's lives in a way neither one expected.

The Second Time is Better* Sequel to Love Me Gently, Quinn and Sarah have sex for the first time. After a disappointing first performance, they're in for an experience much deeper than either one expected.

Worth the Wait: It takes more than a week, but Quinn and Sarah finally go on a date.

Messages* Missing him something fierce, Sarah sends Quinn a video of herself in his bed.

Second Nature: Sequel to Worth the Wait, Quinn and Sarah have their second date. Getting to know each other in many ways is like second nature.

First Fight: Quinn and Sarah have their first fight - we learn more about Quinn’s previous relationship

Better: Sequel to First Fight, Sarah meets Brady and Emma and is thrown into the world of hockey outside the rink. Jack and Luke hear about their relationship in a less than favorable way.

Before I meet your parents...* As Sarah prepares to meet Quinn’s parents, she’s bombarded with new feelings and situations, as well as trying to manage her own life. A very worried Quinn helps her get to the bottom of it and does everything he can to make it better.

Private Lessons: As requested by @eyesthatroll, Quinn teaches Sarah to skate.

I miss you.* After their longest separation of the summer, Quinn and Sarah reunite.

I miss you. - Bonus Scene* A short continuation of I miss you. Quinn and Sarah make soft, sleepy love as they doze off for the night.

Sarah Meets the Parents: As Requested, Sarah meets Ellen and Jim.

I can't believe you're here.* After a very long time apart due to bad timing, Sarah surprises Quinn on the road. Wearing his jersey, she fulfills one of his long harbored fantasies. The night just gets better when he sees what she has on underneath.

Happy Birthday, Sarah: Quinn is gone over Sarah’s Birthday.

Let the Cleaners Deal With It: When Quinn wakes to Sarah frantically cleaning after unexpectedly getting her period, he insists she let the cleaners deal with it.

I'll Be Proud For You: When an opportunity for Quinn to meet her uncle arrives, Sarah jumps at the chance and they attend a St. Patrick's Day party at her uncle's house on Salt Spring Island. On the ferry ride back home, Sarah finally explains why she had to be close to family after her mothers death, necessitating her move to Vancouver.

Elimination* When the Canucks are eliminated from the Stanley Cup Playoffs, Sarah offers Quinn a kind of comfort he didn’t know he needed.

Good For You* Quinn and Sarah have a discussion about and decide to stop using condoms before putting that decision into practice. A question we’ve all been waiting for is finally asked.

Please* After they finally move in together, Sarah follows through with Quinn's request for her to edge him.

Harrison Butker Drama: A blurb about Sarah and Quinn reacting to the Harrison Butker Drama.

Summer Decisions: An invitation to his family reunion over the fourth of July has Quinn and Sarah tumbling into a long conversation about their future in the off-season and beyond. Though the ensuing fight is resolved, the reality of their commitments vs. their love for each other is put to the test.

He's Got It Bad: When Sarah meets the team at Conor's birthday party, not only does she get to know Quinns teammates and their partners, she enters a world she never expected. At practice the next day, the guys congratulate and tease Quinn mercilessly.

Understanding (or the one in which Jack Hughes is forced to get over himself): Still upset about finding out about her from Brady, Jack has some hesitations when he and Luke come to town for the Finals. Can he get over himself enough to see what Quinn and Sarah has is real?

Congratulations* Sarah congratulates Quinn on clinching into the playoffs

The Invitation: Jack extends Sarah an olive branch

Can I Watch?* The day after I miss you: When Quinn discovers a vibrator in Sarah’s toiletry bag, it sets them on a course of discovery and pleasure neither of them planned on. After a wild afternoon, they discuss their fantasies.

Shaving: A blurb of Sarah reacting to Quinn shaving his playoff beard.

Can I Come See You? After a rough game, Quinn seeks out comfort from Sarah.

5 Days of Joy* Sarah joins Quinn at his family reunion. There’s laughter and tears and some spicy time as they sneak time alone. Sarah bonds with Jim over the loss of their mothers and explains why her dad loved Costco so much. She and Ellen bond over their partners being gone for stretches of time. A black bikini has Quinn practically drooling. The whole family goes on a beach adventure with Sarah in the lead. More than anything else, Quinn and Sarah fall more and more in love.

Fantasy* A short blurb (500 words) about Quinn fulfilling a fantasy with Sarah's help.

Happy Birthday, Quinn: In an effort to get Quinn something he can’t get for himself, and with her friends’ encouragement, Sarah does something she never imagined she’d do before. When they finally celebrate his birthday together, Quinn opens several gifts he never expected.

Happy Halloween! Quinn and Sarah plan for and attend the Canucks team Halloween Party.

A Surprisingly Fortuitous Bus Ride* Due to circumstances outside of his control, Quinn finds himself late to a FaceTime date with Sarah. When she starts some fun by herself, Quinn can’t help but join in, even if he can’t see her.

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