#quinn hughes angst

[bbrissonn]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 - 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ synopsis: in which you see quinn for the first time since he left for vancouver at your best friend's wedding

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ warning: angst, , arguing, two stupid teenages in love and then two stupid adults in love, swearing, lots of eyes going wide in the first part im so sorry abt that omg, and then lots of people sighing in the second half i cant 😭 NOT PROOF READ

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ pairing: quinn hughes x fem!reader

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ disclaimer: i dont know where the tkachuck's wedding actually took place, but for the purpose of this story im just gonna say it was in michigan

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ wc: 10.3k

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ would love to do a part 2 of some of you would be interested in that !!

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ a/n: sorta based of off "the winner takes it all" but the mamma mia verson because it's simply too good. and i was gonna give this a sad ending, but i just couldn't so the end is like not really based on the song

════ ⋆fall 2017⋆ ════

➻❥ ann arbor, mich

you were currently standing in the middle of frat house, drink in hand, as you watched your friends get picked up by guys left and right. but you didn't mind it, you weren't here to find the love of your life or spend time with meaningless hookups, you were here to get your degree. guys occasionally came up to you, but they all had that same smirk on their faces, that 'i want to get laid' smirk, and their cheesy pick up lines.

you always turned them down. you weren't interested in the hookup culture, especially with a bunch of asshole who wouldn't bother to remember your name. and you weren't actively looking for a boyfriend either, you were just living your life, focusing on school, and you were content with that.

but that all changed that night. the first time your eyes met, he was standing with a couple of guy friends who looked like they were having quite an intense discussion. but all his attention was on you. you pretended not to feel his eyes at first, thinking he was just another hopeless guy trying to take someone home. but eventually, you caved and looked over at him.

the second your eyes met with his, they grew wide as he quickly looked away from you, a small pinkish colour taking over his cheek. you ignored it at first, trying to focus on what your friend was saying, but your eyes kept drifting his way. and every time they landed on him, his were already looking at you. but that never lasted long, always growing wide and looking away like he kept getting caught. like he didn't want you to know that he was looking, and every time you did catch up, he grew more and more embarrassed.

at some point, it was his eyes that met his, and he froze. this wasn't supposed to happen. he was supposed to be the one staring at you and getting caught, not the other way around. his eyes grew wide like they always did, but he didn't look away. you took it as an opportunity to send a small smile his way, which he answered with an awkward one of his own.

the two of you kept going for almost the whole night, stealing glances, the boy blushing every time you met his gaze. it was adorable. but he never moved. just stayed there with his friends, sipping on a cup that must've been empty at that point. and it was. so when you saw him making his way to the kitchen for a refill, you took your chance.

his back was facing you when you made it into the doorstep, no one else was in the room, and the sound of the music was significantly lower than in the rest of the house. you stood there for a second, watching as he took different bottle and poured them all in his cup before finally speaking up.

"whatcha drinking?" you asked, making the boy jump slightly before turning around to face you. his eyes grew wide once again as you eyes locked together. his mouth open, then closed, then opened, until it closed for the final time. you smiled at him before walking over to him and looking into his cup. "can i?" you asked, nodding at the cup.

the boy's mouth gapped open slightly as he watched you. he looked down at his cup before looking back up at you, nodding slightly. you softly took the cup from his hand and took a sip, the taste of different alcohol burning down your throat.

"you are not messing around you? jeez." you chuckled as you handed him his cup back.

"i don't..." he began, and your eyes quickly looked into his at the sound of his voice. it was soft, softer than you had expected. "i don't usually go this hard."

"what's the occasion?"

"this was supposed to happen after i had this cup." he mumbled, looking between your eyes and the ground. you grinned slightly at his words, quickly understanding that he was talking about your interaction.

"so, you were planning on coming to talk to me at some point and not just stare and look away the whole night?" you teased, making the boy's face flush red.

"that was the goal, yeah." he answered, scratching the back of his head.

"good to know." you responded. the two of then stood in silent for a whole minute. the boy clearly looking a little awkward as he tried to find the right words to say. "i'm y/n/n."

you never did this. you never went around giving your name to random boys you had just met at parties. but something about him intrigued you. he was different the rest of the boys you had talked to this semester. he was shy and quiet. you liked that about him.

"quinn."

"nice to meet you, quinn."

"you too." he blushed. and there it was again, the split moment of silent where the two of you just looked at each other. just as you were about to say something, your friend rushed into the room.

"y/n/n! we gotta go!" she exclaimed, making you furr your brows.

"what's going on?" you asked turning around to face your friend. her eyes grew a little as she realized she had just interrupted your moment with the boy.

"it's jen. her and marcus..." your friend trailed off, and you quickly understood what had happen.

"gimme five minutes and i'll be out." you answered and your friend nodded slightly before leaving. you turned back around to face quinn with a sad smile.

"i'm sorry-"

"it's okay. trouble in paradise?"

"more like trouble in hell. they're always arguing and cheating on each other. told her that's what happens when you date a frat guy but she just won't listen." you went on, quickly realizing what you had just said. "and now i'm really hoping you're not frat guy..."

"i'm not." he chuckled, making you let out a small breath. "i'm guessing that's why you're here? you didn't look too much like the party type."

"had a feeling something bad would happen. anyways, i should... get going." you said, pointing awkwardly at the door.

"right yeah, it was nice meeting you."

"you too." you stood for a couple of seconds, hoping he would ask for your number. you didn't know why, you never wanted anyone's number, you weren't interested in that. but quinn was different. eventually you started making your way out of house, trying your best to hid your disappointment.

you joined your friends outside, where you were met with a crying jen. then you all started making your way to your dorms. jen and half of the girls in your friend group were all apart of the same sorority, which is probably where they would end up spending the night instead of their dorms. you had met lacy in your english class, and honestly you didn't even remember how you guys became friends, you just did. lacy was apart of the sorority, which is how you met all the girls. and you all quickly clicked, and were now inseparable.

"he cheated again?" you whispered to lacy as you guys started leaving the frat house. the two of you were walking a little behind the group, hoping jen wouldn't hear anything.

"twice tonight."

"jeez." you answered with wide eyes. just as lacy was about to say something, you heard someone call your name from behind.

"y/n! wait!" the voice made your whole group stop and turn around. your eyes grew wide as you saw quinn running up the sidewalk, his eyes growing wide as he realized just how many of you were staring at him. you stood frozen in place before lacy slapped your back.

"go see him! if he comes anywhere near here, he's gonna get scared away by the girls." she harshly whispered and your feet quickly moved to meet him a little further away than the group.

"quinn, what's going?"

"your number!" he exclaimed loudly, making your eyes grow wide at the tone of his voice. "that's what i forgot. when you left, i felt like i forgot something, but i couldn't figure out what. and then my phone buzzed and it clicked in my head, but you were already gone so, here i am." he explained through his breath, making you blush slightly.

"you could've just said you forgot, no need to explain." you giggled slightly.

"wanted you to know that like i wanted to, but my brain wasn't really working in the kitchen so i kinda blanked out and... i'm doing it again." he said awkward, his lips shutting tight.

"gimme your phone." you whispered trying your best to hold back your smile. you were right, he was different.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

after that night, the two of you talked everyday. at first it was just texting, telling each other about your days, asking the other questions about their life. you found out he was played hockey for the school, and he found out you lived in toronto, to which he answered by telling you he grew up there.

suddenly, this boy you had meet a week knew more about you than anyone else at the school. a week later, you were sitting in the dinner, quinn in front of you as the two of you awkwardly ate your dinners. that was your first date together, and three dates later quinn asked you to be his girlfriend, to which you happily agreed.

this whole thing felt so odd to you. you had never really been on for dating, sure you had your fair shares of boys in high school, but for the first two months of your freshman year, you steered clear of boys, and now here you were in the middle of november standing in the middle of Yost arena with your boyfriend's jersey on your back.

but this is exactly what you wanted, you didn't want to be out and chasing for love, you wanted love to find, and it did. and when american thanksgiving came around in november, you found yourself sitting at the hughes' dinning table, quinn's two younger brothers sitting in front of you two, along with their billet brother alex, while his parents sat at each end of the table.

"so, y/n, quinn said you live in toronto? what brought you to michigan?"

"well, my parents are from here, their families live here and they met here. and then a couple of years before they had my older sister they moved to toronto for my mom's job. but i we visit michigan every summer, so i basically grew up here a little too. they both to umich, my whole family pretty much did, so it was kind of a no brainer." you explained. the two younger boys didn't pay much attention to what you were saying, but jack did look over at you a couple of times.

"are they close to detroit?"

"all over the place really, but some of them, yeah." the rest of the dinner went smoothly, some of jack's friends came over a little later in the night and chaos quickly took over the house. but you and quinn were able to find a quiet spot in the basement. you sat next to him, his arm over your shoulder as your head leaned onto him, the two of you watching a movie quinn had begged you to watch. your legs were over his as a blanket covered the two of you.

"quinn?" you head luke's small voice call out as he made his way down the stairs, eventually appearing in front of you two. "can i watch it with you guys? jack and his friends are acting like maniacs up there. even mom and dad left!" the small boy explained, his eyes wide with fear. quinn chuckled slightly before tapping the empty spot next to him.

"come here, bud." he said before focusing back on the movie. luke slowly made his way over to the couch. you sent him a small smile as he made himself comfortable in his spot. the boy hadn't said much to you throughout the night, he greeted you with a shy 'hello' and the pretty much stuck by jack's side the rest of the evening. the two older teens, jack and alex, had been a little more talkative, but they mainly just talked between each other about hockey and stuff. but you didn't mind, quinn had quickly explained that it meant they liked you and were comfortable with having you around. which made your heart grow for the family.

"we should go get ice cream." you suggested as the movie ended, and by the way your eyes flickered between the two brothers, quinn understood that the invite was for the both of them.

"you two go, i'll stay behind and make sure those idiots don't burn down the house." quinn proposed, he had quickly understood that your invite for ice cream with luke was a way for you to get closer to his brother, and he figured you'd have better luck if it was just the two of you.

ten minutes later, you were sitting in quinn's car, luke in the passenger side as you drove to the closest ice cream place.

"so, quinn told me you just started high school. how's that been?"

"it's fine."

"i remember my freshmen math class, it was hell. they made everything so complicated for nothing."

"it's really not that hard." luke said with a bit of pride, making you smile slightly.

"yeah? what about sciences?"

"jack was dramatic when he took it, made it sound like it was harder than climbing mouth everest, but he's just dumb." he said, making you let out a laugh.

"or maybe you're just too smart."

"it's probably both. jack probably only has half a brain cell." he added, only making you laugh harder.

after that night, you and luke had become quite close. you were the sister he never had, and he was the little brother you never had. he reached out whenever he was struggling with something in school, girl advice, and sometimes just to talk whenever he felt like it. and you were always there, you answered as soon as you could and as often as you could. and quinn loved it.

it took a little longer with jack, but by the end of your freshman year, jack had became the annoying little brother, always asking you stupid questions that made your eyes roll and quinn scoff.

as the months went by, your relationship with quinn grew, and you were next to him for every important step of his career. you were there in january when the usa won bronze at the world junior, you were there when umich lost in the frozen four semi finals, but most importantly you were next to him in dallas when the canucks organization called his name. you were there for everything.

in the summer, you had been invited to the infamous hughes lakehouse, where you spent three whole weeks in nothing but bikinis and cover ups, and never taking the time to do something fancy with your hair or put any makeup on. it felt like some foreign place to you, sure your family had lake-houses of their own, but something about the hughes' just felt magical. the second you got to the airport, you were already counting down the days until you got to go back.

════ ⋆fall 2018⋆ ════

➻❥ ann arbor, mich

coming back to umich for your sophomore year felt surreal. jen had finally broken things for good with marcus, something all of your friend was happy about, and you had quinn by your side. and although you guys never mentioned it, you knew this was your last year together at umich. quinn was undoubtedly signing with the canucks at the end of the season. you knew the moment his name got called so high in draft that he was not coming back junior year.

the canucks needed all the help they could to start this small rebuild, and quinn was their next star defencemen, and you couldn't have been more thrilled for him. over the summer, you had seen all the work him and his brother put into the becoming the best they could, and it was finally going to pay off.

but you two never brought it up to each other, always telling yourselves you had plenty of time left. and it wasn't until quinn told you he had once again be selected for the world junior tournament, this time with his brother jack, that it hit you. it was almost january already, meaning that in 3-4 months max, quinn would be gone.

so you took things into your hands. you didn't want to be left behind, your relationship with quinn meant too much to you for his career to be the end of it. but you were not the long distance relationship type of girl. if he going to minesota or columbus, or anywhere near michigan, you wouldn't mind. but he was moving to canada, and not close canada, far canada. there would be a three hour time difference between the two of you, and that was not something you were okay with.

almost as some sort of joke, the world junior's ended up being in vancouver. and after spending three whole weeks in the city, spending quinn's days off along together, and sometimes josh or jack tagging along, there was no way you were letting quinn move here alone. it was almost like you got a glimpse of what your life could be like together here, and you loved it.

so, the second you got back to michigan of usa's heartbreaking lost in the finals, you applied to UBC. you never mentioned it to quinn, not even when you got accepted simply because vancouver had yet to be a topic of conversation between the two of you. to you, it was pretty obvious that you would be moving with him. you two had been together for a little over a year now, and you loved quinn more than anything in your life. and quinn, well you don't know why he never brought it up, so you just figured there was a mutual understanding that you would be moving with him. i mean, why wouldn't you, right?

but that all changed when michigan lost in the first round of the big-10 tournament, meaning their was no chance of them qualifying for the ncaa tournament. their season was over. but all you could think about as you sat in the arena surrounded by minnesota fans was that quinn was leaving. you had made the trip with a couple of other girlfriends, most of you understanding that this probably would be their last game.

now here you stood with them, not far away from the michigan locker room as the plays came out one by one. quinn was one of the last one's the leave, and by the look on his face, you knew. you already knew, but now you were being faced with the fact that it was actually happening.

you had to tell him, now. you hoped it would boost up his mood for the night, and although you would be in michigan until may and he would be in vancouver for almost a month, but you would be together after that.

"i'm leaving." he said as soon as your arms wrapped around his neck. but his stayed by his side, making you frown a bit.

"i know, q, it's okay." you said a small sad smile as you pulled away from him. one of your hands landed on his cheek, your thumbs rubbing his cheekbone softly.

"no- i'm leaving, y/n." he said again, but his tone was different, leaving you confused.

"what're you saying, quinn?"

"i'm going to vanconver, y/n, i'm starting my career, my life." your brows furred at his words. "my dream is coming true."

"i know that, quinn! why are you talking to me like i don't understand? obviously you're going to vancouver, why wouldn't you?"

"but you don't understand, y/n/n." he said loudly, making your mouth close as his voice caught the attention of a couple of people around. "i'm pretty much starting my life over. new city, new people, new friends, new team, new everything, y/n. everything."

"not everything. you still have michigan, your family, me!" you said confused, but as his eyes looked away from you and down at the ground, the realization hit you. "do you not want me to be-"

"y/n..." he cut you off, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. and in that moment, you knew. he didn't want you by his side as he started this new chapter of his life. one you had watched as he created it for himself. one where you had been by his side every step of the way for the last year. he didn't want you in vancouver with him.

"oh." you gasped, taking a step back away from him. you tried your best to keep the tears in, blinking them away.

"i'm sorry, it's just... it's just not gonna work."

you debated telling him about UBC, but as his words registered in your head, it wouldn't change anything. it's not that he didn't want in vancouver, he didn't want you by his side point.

it felt like a slap to the face. like someone had just poured a ice bucket on you. you had been there for everything, supported him through everything. did his homework when he didn't have the time to, helped him study to make sure he passed all his classes and didn't get kicked off the team. you had weekly facetime calls with his brothers, and you visited his parents every weekend even if quinn was out of town. you did everything, and this is the reward you got?

if it weren't for the two of you being in public, you probably would've tried to rip his head off. but instead, you nodded along as he continued talking, only snapping back him as he bid his goodbye and slipped from your fingers. he was gone.

════ ⋆fall 2019⋆ ════

➻❥ toronto, on

you were sitting in your parents living room as the 2019 draft played on the tv. you watched as jack and some of his friends that you had became somewhat close to got drafted. and you tried your hardest not to let the memories of quinn's draft flood your head. and the top it off, the draft was in vancouver.

you hadn't spoke to either jack or luke since your breakup with quinn. and only spoken to ellen and jim once when you stopped by their house to grab a couple of things you had left in quinn's room. he was still in michigan, and luke and jack were both at school when you came, so you only had to see his parents.

they both offered you sad smiles as you made your way inside their house. and concluded your short interactions by telling you you could always reach out to them if you needed anything, which you appreciated, you really did, but you all knew you never would.

and now you stared at your phone, jack's contacts open as you looked at the send button for almost 5 minutes. 'congrats jacky !!! so happy and proud of you, enjoy your night :)' you debated sending it. would he even respond? both him and luke had reached out after the breakup, but you hadn't answered either of them, it would hurt too much. but you came to your sense. jack, who you considered your little brother, was just drafted 1st overall, something all little boys dream about it. it would almost be disrespectful not to reach other after you spent the last year reassuring him that he would go first. so you hit send.

his response came back a couple of hours later. it was short and simple, yet still brought tears to your eyes 'thank you y/n/n, wish you were here ❤️'. you liked his message, but didn't the words to answer him. you wanted to be there, you really did, but it was all so complicated. and there was no way you would be able to step foot in vancouver without completely breaking down.

speaking of vancouver, you had decided not to go to UBC in the fall, there was no point in going. but you didn't want to go back to umich either. the months after quinn left were the hardest of your life. everywhere you went reminded you of him, there was no a single place in ann arbor that you could go that wouldn't make you think of quinn. so, you decided to enroll at the university of ottawa.

which is where your friendship with josh norris and brady tkachuk were rekindled. you had ran into them on a random day in the middle of the grocery store, and the two were quick to bring you into hugs. after that, the three of you become attached to the hips. you cheered them on from the comfort of your dorm every game, went over to their apartments for movie nights. and quinn was never brought up. they never mentioned him around you, never asked you about him. it was like he didn't exists. which was comforting and odd at the same time. the only reason you knew was quinn, he was the link between you guys, yet the absence of his existence felt refreshing.

"does quinn about this?" you asked some time in february as the three of you watched a movie in josh's living room. the two guys, who were sitting on either side of you, looked between each other before josh answered.

"what do you mean?"

"does he knew we're friends and we hangout a lot?"

"no. if we told him he'd probably slice our heads off." brady said bluntly, making josh smack the back of his head. "what! it's true. the minute the two of you broke up he'd send death glares to anyone who asked about you. and then he like forbid anyone to mention you 'cause he'd always get all sad and mushy. like-like that one time at jack's draft, he told everyone you messaged him and quinn almost jumped off the balcony. honestly, y/n/n, whatever you did to that boy fucked up bad."

"i didn't do anything!" you quickly said, shocked by brady's words. josh was looking at his best friends with wide eyes, almost cursing him with his eyes. "he broke up with me, he shouldn't be the one getting his panties all twisted, i should!"

"oh." the two boys said the same, making you look between with raised brows.

"he never told us why you two broke up, so we just figured you did. sorry."

"you were literally there when he broke up with me!" you exclaimed looking at josh, who looked at you like you were speaking a foreign language. "in minnesota!" you added, and it was like something clicked in his head.

"oh. oh! he broke up with you?" he asked, making you scoff and roll your eyes while brady just laughed out loud.

and that was the first and only last time quinn was ever brought up between the three of you, and after a while you barely ever though of him on your own. you stayed far away from michigan, and made sure you stayed on campus whenever the canucks or the new jersey were in town. and eventually you barely ever though of him. well, that was until late 2022.

════ ⋆winter 2022⋆ ════

➻❥ ottawa, on

"hey, didn't know you were coming by." you said as you opened the door to your dorm apartment. brady walked in with some snack in his hands, kicking his shoes off as he made his way to your shared living room. "yeah, sure come on in."

"so, emma and i are starting to plan everything out for the wedding, and obviously we want you there. emma wants you there." he started. you had grown quite close with emma over the years, and you found yourself spending most of your free time at their house with her. "like she wants you there. and i want quinn there." he added slowly, making it all click in your head.

quinn is going to be one of brady's groomsmen, and you could only guess by his tone and wording that emma wanted you to be a bridesmaid.

"oh."

"i mean, obviously we won't, you know, put you guys together. i just wanna make sure nobody's murdering nobody at my wedding." he said casually, taking a bit of his snack after.

"it's fine, don't worry."

it wasn't fine. it was actually the opposite of fine. you hadn't see quinn or any of his family in almost 4 years, what on earth were you supposed to do or say when you saw them. but you figured that would be a problem when the wedding came.

so for the next months you tried your hardest to ignore it. but every time you and the couple talked about the wedding, it was all you could think about. quinn hughes was the only thing on your mind every time you opened your closet and your eyes landed on your dress. scratch that, quinn hughes was the only thing on your mind.

not in a cute 'so excited to see you again!' way, no quinn hughes was the last person you wanted to see. you hadn't see or heard of him since he broke your heart in minnesota. and the fact that you would be seeing him for the first time since was at a wedding felt like an absolute joke from the universe.

all you could think about was where the two of you would be at in your relationship now. would you be married? would you be living in a house together? would you be thinking about having kids soon? it was too much. but you wanted to be there, for emma and for brady who welcomed you with open arms every time you tried to put yourself out there just for guys to dump after getting what they wanted. or that one night when you completely broke down after the guy you had been talking with for a while now asked you to be his girlfriend and you couldn't bring yourself to say because he wasn't quinn, he wasn't your quinn. and you hated yourself for feeling this way.

because you were over him. your heart no longer belonged to the boy, but you weren't over the betrayal and the hurt you felt that day. one day everything was perfect, you were convinced you had found the man you would spend forever with, and the next second he was gone. you felt crazy for this, but sometimes you found yourself wondering if it had ever happened at all. if it was just something you had made up. but it wasn't. he was real, you guys were real. all of it was real.

════ ⋆summer 2023⋆ ════

➻❥ detroit, mich

"how's the most beautiful girl doing?" you asked entering the small room where emma was getting ready. you had yet to see quinn or any of the hughes family today, and you were glad. but you knew you could only avoid them for so long.

"feels like she's gonna piss herself." she joked, making you chuckle slightly as you walked up to her, standing behind her in the mirror. she was fully dressed, and the ceremony was starting soon. you just stared at her dress the whole time. it was beautiful, you probably would've had gotten on similar to this one for your own wedding with quinn. quinn. quinn. quinn. all you could think about today was quinn.

"you okay?" the girl asked, making you snap back to reality. you hadn't even realize the tears forming in your eyes.

"huh?"

"oh, sweetie." emma sighed, turning around and wrapping her arms around you.

"this is so stupid!"

"it's not stupid."

"it's been four years. i shouldn't... i shouldn't still be feeling like this." you said, trying your best to pull yourself back together, blinking away the tears in your eyes.

"you also haven't seen the man you thought you were gonna marry in four years. it's understandable." she said, making you flinch slightly at her words. the man you thought you were going to marry. ouch. "sorry."

"no it's fine, you're right. i'll be okay."

"yeah?"

"yeah."

"if you need anything, find matty and he'll... i don't know he's matty he'll find something to cheer you up." she said, making you laugh slightly. the girl joined for a bit before silence fell over the two of you.

"i'm scared shitless to see him." you admitted. "i've been thinking about what i would say or do if i ever saw him. and-and i don't know."

"just go out there and be a bad bitch. he doesn't deserve to feel like you're still hung up on him or whatever, because you're not. you're just hurt and that's okay."

"you're gonna make a great mom one day."

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

your hands were shaking as you stood next to josh and matty, the two of them almost forming a wall around you to keep your eyes from trying to find queen. the ceremony was about to start at any moment now, meaning all the groomsmen and bridesmaids were together, and it was only a matter of time before quinn popped up.

"josh!" you heard him call out, and your whole body froze. his voice was slightly deeper than it was before. but it was him. you could recognized his voice anywhere.

"smart thinking sherlock you're like the only one he knows here." matthew said harshly to josh as quinn made their way over to the three of you. matthew wasn't completely familiar with your situation with quinn, but brady had told him enough that he knew the two of you should stay far away form the other.

the hughes boy had clearly not realized that you were the girl standing with them, seeing as he froze when your eyes met together. you knew it was corny, but it was like time stopped and you felt your heart drop to your stomach. it was like you were back in that frat house, meeting his gaze for the first time ever. never would you have thought you would be standing here almost half a decade later, staring into those same blue eyes.

"quinn." josh said awkwardly as he went over to the boy and dapped him up. matthew did the same, and suddenly all the attention was on you, the three of them looking at you.

"quinn." you said sharply, finally looking away from his eyes.

"y/n." he answered, and you saw matthew try his best not to laugh. thankfully, you were saved by the ceremony starting. and you were hoping that would be the last you would see of him that night.

it wasn't. when it came time to take pictures after the ceremony, you decided to stick to taryn's side as the photographer placed all the groomsmen and bridesmaid. thankfully he placed the two of you on opposite sides. but after that, you really did not see him for the rest of the evening. or at least you that's what you tried to tell yourself.

the sun had set a couple of hours ago, and everyone was now inside dancing the night away to different songs. you had made your way outside a couple of minutes ago, wanting to take some time to yourself and cool down from the hotness inside.

you eventually felt a presence next to you, and your breath caught in your throat as your eyes met quinn's figure. he was learning on the railing of the balcony, his eyes looking straight ahead. you soon copied him, drawing your eyes away from him and over to the scene in front of you.

"how you been?" he asked softly, making you scoff aloud.

"really? that's really what you want to say to me right now? 'how you been'?" you said angrily, turning slightly on yourself so you were facing him. his eyes closed at your words as he winced. you were right. you always were.

"i'm sorry... for everything."

"it's a bit late for that, don't you think." you scoffed, turning back to where you were facing before.

"you deserved better than that. i was an ass, and i'm so sorry for how things ended, really." he spoke. his words were soft and true. you needed to tell him. this big secret you hadn't told anyone because you wanted him to first to know.

"i got into UBC." you whispered, making his eyes snap to you.

"what?"

"when we got back to michigan after the world juniors, i applied to UBC and i got in. i knew you were gonna, i wasn't stupid. but after the world juniors, and... seeing what our life could be like together in vancouver, i wanted to be there with you. i thought that you would me there with you. i thought we wanted the same thing, but clearly i was wrong." you explained, and quinn let out a loud sigh at your words, pinching your nose.

"you wanted come?"

"of course i did, quinn. you meant everything to me, gosh, i would've followed to fucking australia if you asked me to." you said, your voice shaky as tears formed in your eyes.

"why... why didn't you say anything? i wanted you there with me, y/n, but you never mentioned it, it was vancouver didn't even exists to you. i wanted you with me!"

"i thought you knew!" you said loudly, making quinn's body stiffen. "i thought you knew, quinn. that after everything, i wouldn't have to explain to you that i wanted to be with. and i never brought it up because i thought you knew that it a no brainer that i would come with you. but you never asked, and you just left. i thought you knew." you added, your voice soft as your eyes met together. you couldn't hold back the tears in your eyes anymore, and neither could he.

"fuck." he whispered under his breath. his hand ran through his hair as he leaned on the railing.

"i would've moved mountains for you. i would've gone with you to the end, quinn." you said, quoting the lord of the rings. but it was your favourite saga to watch together. and the two of used to say it to each other all the time. granted, back then you would say 'i would go with you to the end' and you both meant it, you really did.

quinn couldn't hold back his tears anymore. all the hurt and pain the two of you had shared was for nothing. all this time, you wanted the same thing, and he was the idiot who messed it all up.

" i would go with you to the end, y/n/n." he said, and you knew exactly what he meant. he would go.

"quinn..." you gasped as the boy shifted and his hands landed on your waist. he softly pulled you a little closer to him, his forehead leaning down on yours. "i've moved on." you said as you closed your eyes, letting yourself enjoy this moment of closeness with the boy who stole your heart all these heart ago. "you should too."

"i'm trying. but every time i go the rink all i can think about is you. it's been four years, and all i can think about is you. and now- knowing... i can't. you're the love of my life, y/n. and i could never love anyone like i love you." he admitted. your foreheads were still touching, both of your eyes closed as his hands stayed on your sides.

"i cried when a guy asked me be his girlfriend because he wasn't you." you laughed through your tears, making quinn chuckle slightly. "but i have a life, quinn. i'm in ottawa, and i love it over there. i'm happy, i'm finally happy." you added, completely breaking his heart just like he had done to yours years ago.

"i know." he whispered, his voice breaking slightly. "i know."

just as you were about to say something else, jack's loud echoed outside. "quinn! dude! you're missing out big time, we just threw brady everywhere and- oh." he stopped his sentence when his eyes landed on the two of you. you had stepped away from quinn, trying your best to wipe away your tears and quinn did the same, but his red eyes betrayed him. "i'm sorry, i should-"

"it's fine, i should, uhm, i should go find emma." you quickly said and before the brother's even realized you were moving you were gone, leaving them alone outside. quinn let out a long and loud sigh as he turned back towards the railing, trying his best not the break down in front of hi little brother. jack stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to say or do. he had clearly interrupted an intimate moment between the two of you, one that was long over due. but it wasn't until he heard quinn's chocked sobbed that he moved over to his brother.

"you okay?"

"what do you think!" the older boy snapped, making jack's eyes grow wide.

"sorry." he mumbled, awkwardly standing next to his brother as he looked around the area.

"she got into UBC." he sighed, rubbing his temples. "i broke up with her because i thought she didn't want to come to vancouver, and she got into UBC." quinn laughed, but it wasn't his usual one, this one was filled with regret and pain, something jack had never seen in his older brother. and this was his first time even mentioning the breakup out loud. quinn never told anyone what had happened, embarrassed that he thought you would come with him, and embarrassed by the words he had shared with you and how he handled the situation. he knew he messed up. the second his words left his mouth and he saw the look in your eyes, he knew he fucked it all up. that was clearly not the look of someone who did not care about him. but what was he supposed to do? the words were already said, how was he supposed to say 'you know what never mind, i do want you there with me' after pretty much telling her bringing her with him to vancouver would be a burden? that he just couldn't do.

"oh. you're stupid." the middle brother said bluntly, making quinn scoff.

"thanks."

"no, dude, i'm being so serious. she literally looked at you with the biggest heart eyes ever at the worlds, and she kept rambling about how much she loved vancouver, and you really thought she wouldn't want to move with you? even i'm not that stupid!" jack said, and he was right. quinn honestly had no clue at this point why he ever doubted the fact that you would go with him to vancouver, but it didn't matter anymore. your relationship was in the past, he was in your past.

"i know, okay? i know."

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

you shouldn't be here. you really should not be here. you don't even remember how it happened. one second you were at the wedding the next thing you knew you were in a car on the way to jack and quinn's lakehouse in michigan.

which is how you ended up sitting at the end of their dock as everyone kept the party going outside. your feet were barely in the water, your dress tucked up to your thighs, a beer in your hands. soon, you were joined by someone, and you knew exactly who it was.

"hi, luke." you whispered as the boy sat next to you.

"you've been avoiding me." the boy said harshly, making you close your eyes. you were. and you weren't going to lie about it.

"i have."

"why? i mean, you're avoiding me more than quinn, and he's the one who broke up with you not me!" the boy said. he was angry, and he had every right to be. the two of you talked daily when you and quinn were together. and all of the sudden you became a ghost. you never reached out after, but he did. for almost a whole year he reached out. wished you a happy birthday, merry christmas, updated you on his season and his life. but you never answered. you saw his messages, but you never answered. you couldn't find it in you to do so. and yeah, maybe he was like a little brother, but he was quinn's brother, not yours. you knew he got drafted by new jersey, and he knew you had reached out to jack after his draft. so he kept hope that you would reach out to him after his, but you never did. and that hurt him more than anything.

"what was i supposed to say, luke?"

"oh, i don't know, maybe 'i'm sorry i just completely disappear from your life and ignored you for a whole year'? how about that?"

"would that of had changed anything? you would've just told me to go fuck myself and be all bitchy."

"yeah, i would've. 'cause you thaught me to be like that." he said softly. and you felt your heart melt at his words. "i know i'm quinn's little brother, but i thought we were friend's, y/n/n."

"but you are his brother, luke. and every time i think about you, i think about him. we are friends, but you're quinn's brother before anything else." you whispered, throwing your head back with a sigh.

"you reached out to jack." he mumbled, his voice soft and broken. yuo squeezed your eyes shut at his words. he was right. "we were closer, but you didn't reach out to me after my draft. i spent my whole night looking at my phone hoping to see your message." he admitted, taking a large sip of his own beer.

"it had been two years, i wasn't sure you'd wanna hear from me."

"i always wanna hear from you, y/n. you're my sister." he said, his voice still soft but now full of comfort and vulnerability. "you're always gonna be my sister. even if you disappear for four years." he joked, making you chuckle slightly as you opened your eyes. you looked over at him for the first time tonight. you had seen him at the wedding, but never really took the time to look at him. he was taller now, his hairs a little longer and his muscles more visible. he had grown. and you hated that you weren't there to see it. he wasn't little 15 years old luke, he was an adult now.

you didn't know what to say. the way he uttered those words with so much care and love behind them. you were always going to be his sister. you leaned your head down on his shoulder, letting your guilt take over as tears fell down your cheeks. "you're always gonna be my brother, lu. always." you admitted, and that's all he needed to hear.

he didn't want to hear how sorry you were for leaving, how much you regretted ignoring him. he just wanted to know that you still cared and loved for him. that he wasn't childish or immature for being angry when you left, for feeling like maybe you didn't care about him as much as he thought you did.

"how's ottawa?" he asked after a couple of minutes of silence.

"good. really good. it's not michigan or toronto, but it's good." you said truthfully.

"you think i could see when we play?" he hesitantly asked, biting his lip anxiously as he waited for your yes. he felt you nod against his shoulder before hearing your response.

"as long as you get me a ticket to the game." you answered with a smile, making luke chuckle slightly.

"jack said he saw you and quinn talking at the wedding." your breath hitched at his words.

"we're not getting back together, luke."

"i know. i just wanted to make sure you were okay. i asked some of your friends at umich how you were doing when you left, they said we were pretty beat up."

"i'm okay." you started, taking a sip of your beer after. "it felt good, you know. like i finally got the closure i wanted. until jack ruined it." you finished, making luke scoff slightly.

"of course it was him." he said as the two of you laughed slightly. and then silence took over again. "so, what are you gonna do when you finish grad school." you had two years left, and you honestly had no clue.

"i don't know."

════ ⋆summer 2025⋆ ════

➻❥ detroit, mich

it had been two years since the wedding. two years since quinn last saw and heard of you. he knew you luke talked often, he was glad that the two of you had reconnected after the wedding, although deep down he was a little jealous that it was luke and not him. but it was clear that you were happy.

you talked to jack a little here and there too, mainly whenever he would just barge into luke's room while the two of you were on facetime. along with birthdays and holidays. but quinn never reached out. he knew you still had the same number as before, he had secretly went through luke's phone to see if it had changed. it hadn't.

every year your birthday came around, he found himself opening your messages together. he never deleted them, he couldn't. he didn't have the courage to change your contact name. and instead he found himself scrolling through your conversations from years ago, all the i love you's you shared, all the sweet little updates about your days. he'd wake up the next morning with dark circles.

luke never mentioned you around quinn, he did around his parents and jack, but never quinn. and the older brother wasn't sure if he was happy or upset about that. he wanted to know how you were doing, but he always knew the pain he'd feel if luke said you were doing better than ever.

but that all changed one evening. him, his brothers and whoever was staying at their place right now were on the boat. the sun was almost fully set, the sky filled with a multitude of colours. the boys had been taking turns on the back of the boat, while jack was the main driver. he loved to drive.

quinn had barely been on his phone all day, busy enjoying the outdoors with his closest friends and brothers. so he took this moment to catch up on what he had missed. he was sitting at the front of the boat, away from the rest of the group.

he slowly went through his notifications when one from a couple of hours ago caught his eyes.

y/n/n 💗

im moving to vancouver

holy shit. his body froze. he almost wanted to pinch himself just to make sure he was seeing right. but he didn't need to as he clicked on the notification and your message stared back at him.

quinn wasn't sure if the boat was fully stopped and docked before he hoped off and almost ran towards the house, leaving all the guys confused on the boat.

"what's up with him?" trevor asked as the guys all stared at the boy going into the house, the door slamming behind him.

"i don't know, but whatever it is it's not a good excuse to be slamming doors." jack said a little irritated. they had all noticed how the boy kept to himself for the last part of the boat ride, staring into nothing as he barely spoke.

"i think i know..." luke trailed off, as he stared at his phone. he hadn't touched it since he got on the boat. "y/n/n's moving to vancouver." he added slowly, making everyone freeze. silence settled over them and all you could hear was the waves crashing on the boat beneath them. they all exchanged looks before looking over the house, and they all silently agreed to make their way over as quickly as possible.

when they entered, the first thing they heard was the sound of quinn's voice. he was in the living, sitting down on one of the couches, his back facing the group of guys.

"yeah, that's really nice. congrats y/n." they heard the boy say into the phone. they couldn't see his face, but the two brothers coudl only imagine the smile that was plastered on their older brother's face right now.

"in october? like early or late?" they couldn't hear exactly what you said, but they could hear your voice echoing from quinn's phone. the boy relaxed into the couch running one of his hands through his hair. "i mean i'm going back in like mid-late september so i could come pick you up if you need."

after that the boy all retreated to the kitchen, mainly because josh started pushing all of them away from the door of the living room. this was clearly a private conversation, and it was not one that they needed to hear.

"20 bucks they're back together by december." jack was the first to speak as they made it to the kitchen, going straight to the fridge and taking out a couple of beers.

"really? only 3 months?" cole said as he opened his bottle.

"bro, you guys didn't see what i saw at brady's wedding. they were all touchy and crying, and honestly i think the sole reason they didn't get back together right there and then was the fact that y/n/n was in ottawa. so yeah, 3 months max and they're back together."

the group of guys all kept bickering about how long the two of you would take to get back together. some were saying almost a year, others by next summer, but jack was instant that he was correct, rolling his eyes at everyone's guess. but the kitchen quickly became quiet as quinn exited the living room and joined. he didn't hear what their conversation was about simply because he couldn't be bothered to listen.

but when the room went dead quiet at his arrival, he was more intrigued than ever. he stop dead in his tracks as all the guys turned to look at him. "what?"

"y/n/n's moving to vancouver?" trevor was the first to speak up, making jack slap the back of his head. quinn's brows furred at his words, had they been listening to his conversation?

"she texted me." luke was quick to say as he noticed his brother's facial expression. quinn's face relaxed at that, making his way over to the fridge and grabbing a beer of his own.

"we just figured that you knew when you kinda just ran away."

"i didn't run away." quinn was quick to get defensive, something he never really did.

"sure, and i'm queen elizabeth." jack scoffed, making quinn roll his eyes.

"whatever, i'm going to bed."

════ ⋆fall 2025⋆ ════

➻❥ vancouver, bc

your hands were shaking in your lap as you watched the vancouver skyline appear in your view. your plane was about the land, and you had just texted quinn your estimated landing time.

after your phone call back in the middle of summer, the two of you had spent more and more time talking together. you asked him questions about where the most idea place to live would be considering your office. the best way to get around the city without a car, the best coffee shops, dinners. you talked almost every single day. some days more than others, but everyday. but something about felt odd. even though you were talking through the screen, there was some tension between you two that you couldn't quite describe. and some nights as you laid awake at night you'd open your messages, wondering if texting him out of the blue just see how he was doing would be too weird, but you'd be met with a typing bubble from quinn, but the messages never left. there was so much left unsaid between the two of you as you got on the plane, but you both also just knew.

he had helped you found an apartment about 15 minutes away from his. it wasn't anything too big, just one bedroom, one bathroom, on the third floor of the complex. it wasn't much, but it was perfect for your first place.

you were honestly more nervous to see him again, than to actually be moving across the country. but this job offer was one a student could only dream about getting freshly out of university, so there was no way you could turn it down. sure, you had other offers, but none of them as good as this one. and you couldn't lie and say you weren't a little excited to be in the same city as quinn again.

his words had been haunting you since the day of the wedding. 'i would go with you to the end, y/n/n' and you hoped he still would, because you know you would. you hoped that this was finally the moment you would get your happy ending, your happily ever after with him.

then came the time to find him outside, and you were scared. what were you supposed to do? awkwardly smile? go in for a hug? shake his hand? part of you almost wanted to turn around and go back home. but you couldn't.

so, with your bags clutched by your side, you made your way outside. it took almost two full minutes to find him. you spotted him quick easily, he had told you what his car looked like, and there weren't too many like his around. he was leaning against his car, baggy sweats and hoodie over his head as he scrolled on his phone.

you froze in the middle of the sidewalk, he looked the same as he always did. you didn't think he could see, seeing as you could barely see him. so you took a moment to take him in and prepare yourself mentally for what was to come next.

when suddenly quinn's eyes snapped towards, almost like he could just sense your presence. granted you had been staring at him for a bit now, so maybe it was just that. the second your eyes connected, he pushed himself off of his car, and quickly removed the hood from his head, trying his best to fix his hair. you slowly made your way over to him. the next thing you knew you were standing in front of him, your eyes still locked together. neither of you moved or said anything, taking a moment to just take it all in.

you were both to say something, just a small greeting, but quinn beat you to it. before you even had time to process what was happening, his lips were on yours, one of his hands cupping your face, while the other landed on your waist, pulling you close. your eyes went wide before you melted into the kiss. you let go your bags, your hands reaching for his neck as your lips danced together.

you two pulled apart slowly, his forehead leaning against yours you both kept your eyes closed. you felt like you were having deja vu, the last time you were in the position with quinn being at the wedding. only the last time tears were streaming down your faces. this time around, you were both smiling.

you slowly blinked your eyes open, only to find him already looking at you. his eyes were full of softness and passion as he stared into yours. you giggled nervously as you fiddled with his hoodie.

"move in with me." he stated softly, shock filling with body.

"what?" you exclaimed out loud, but quinn was quick to reassure you.

"fuck the apartment, y/n. i have an extra room, my place is closer to your office, i-" he stopped when he saw the look in your eyes. "and i fucked it all up didn't i?" he sighed, making you let out a small breath.

"no, no, no. i just... fuck it."

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

20 minutes later, you were standing in the middle of quinn's apartment. you slowly made your way to his living room, leaving your bags back in the hallway near the front door. you took your time looking around, all the pictures of him in his brothers scattered around his place. but something caught your eye as you looked over at the kitchen.

"you have a sauna... in your kitchen?" you asked confused as the boy joined in the living room, your bags in his hands.

"i didn't know where else to put it..." he mumbled awkwardly making you chuckle slightly. you then felt his hands creeping onto your waist, the heat of his body radiating onto yours. you turned around in his grasp, you smiled shyly as you threw your arms around his shoulder, your fingers interlocking at the back of his neck.

quinn smiled down at you before you reached up to press your lips against. "welcome home, y/n/n."

[cyberhughes]

TOO YOUNG, TOO DUMB #𝒒.𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒔

𝜗𝜚˖ ࣪ ִ 𐙚 summary you never believed in love, not until he showed you the care that you needed. but love doesn’t bloom on bad timing, and your heart was never his to hold.

warnings age gap? (reader is the same age as luke), drunken confessions, rejection wc 1.5k

note requested for my 500 celly! lowkey lost the plot w the platonic bit? idk it’s like platonic on quinns side😭i rlly took the unrequited love + age gap and RAN...also this is kind of giving aurora and quinn?? sorry. i miss them (i stg im gonna rewrite that series) i promise i’ll give yall a break and write a fluff req next time holy I’ve been spamming the angst mb

highschool sweethearts weren't real, that's what you told yourself when you graduated with a spotless, unchecked checklist—no kisses underneath the bleachers, no love letters left in your locker, and no whispered confessions said underneath friday night lights.

"they'll come in college," is what they said. "that's when you'll meet your sweetheart.”

but you knew that was a lie. because if they were real, he would've been yours.

sweethearts weren’t real.

that’s what you had told yourself when you saw your friends entwining their trembling fingers underneath the desks with fluttering hearts during lecture. when you spotted them tangled on the quad, laughing into each others necks while their boyfriends whispered empty promises that they'd be together forever. when you'd stand in the corner of some too loud party, envy burning in your chest as you watched them dance like it was their last night.

they could have been real, if he was in highschool when you were.

quinn hughes was your neighbour, though it was more than that.

you met him through luke, halfway through the ninth grade. it was innocent, to start. your eyes lingering on him too long when you'd wait for luke on the stairs. the way your cheeks would burn when quinn would spot you, asking how your day was. but it grew— into something softer, something aching.

it wasn't just a crush.

it was the way he'd find you sat on your porch swing while luke was out with his other guy friends. listening to the wind as you read a book, quinn would find you, taking a seat and offer whatever snack he was eating as you swung in a comfortable silence.

he’d drive you and his brothers to school, making sure to play music that you loved, never putting his foot on the gas until he heard the click of your seatbelt.

at the lake, he’d sit with you on the edge of the boat while while you nervously watched the other girls in their bikinis, your insecurities clear on your face yet he never pushed. watching the light bounce off the water with him was enough.

and the summer before he had left for michigan, he had found you with your knees to your chest as you sat on your porch swing, tears staining the soft cotton of your shirt.

quinn wasn’t the type to ask questions or offer meaningless comfort. he just pulled you gently into his side, grounding you with his presence until your breathing slowed.

when you finally looked up at him—eyes red and lip trembling—he almost looked startled. he had never seen you cry, not like that. you were always smiling, always taking care of others. sure, you had your off days, but never like this.

softly, he’d ask; “what’s wrong?”

but you couldn’t tell him, not when he was the reason for your aching heart.

he was leaving, you were losing your constant. the only person who ever saw all of you—even the parts you hid.

you looked at him with the weakest smile and lied; “just some guy at school.”

that was one of your last moments with quinn before he left, waving a goodbye from your living room window as you watched him pack his bags into the trunk.

that summer luke had noticed you lost your spark, your eyes didn’t twinkle the way they used to, and your giggles were never the first to fill the room.

you’d sit on your porch swing alone, comforted by nothing but the silence of the squeaking chain. your stomach growling, but your heart heavier.

jack took over driving you and luke everywhere, the car too loud with his music and the engine roaring before anyone could buckle up.

when summer rolled around again, you’d dangle your feet over the edge of the dock at the lake, looking over the cloudy skies in a silence that held anything but comfort.

the memories of your childhood with and without him crossed your mind as you pulled into the driveway of your childhood home. a sheen of sweat covered your body. maybe from the fact that your cars ac was broken, or maybe it was nerves.

because this would be the first time you saw quinn in years.

you had just finished your freshman year of college. he’d been in the nhl for a few seasons. time and distance hadn’t just passed; it built walls.

but jack was throwing a summer kick off party, and luke begged you to come.

you owed it to him after a year filled with dodged facetime calls and dry responses.

you had spent the day blowing out your hair, frustration growing with each outfit change. you wanted to look polished, mature; the kind of girl he could spot in the stands like she had a spotlight on her.

when you walked over the few steps it took to get to their house and knocked on the door, your stomach twisted in nervousness, but it was luke who opened the door.

his soft smile told you that he wasn't mad, just relieved.

“i’m glad you came.” he said, letting you walk inside, following behind as the two of you went to grab drinks.

you had never touched alcohol before—especially not underage—but you downed a few shots with jack’s friends anyway, their cheers masking your unease.

hours passed, and still you hadn't seen quinn.

the air was getting thick, your head was light and your chest was fluttering with nerves, so you stumbled to the backyard, sliding open the patio door and taking in a breath that was long overdue.

that’s when you saw him, sitting on a chair silently scrolling on his phone.

without thinking, you walked over and dropped into the chair beside him. he looked up, eyes wide, surprised—but didn’t speak.

you didn’t either. just stared at the ground like nothing needed to be said.

“hey,” he said finally, unsure.

he never said much anyways, that’s why the two of you worked before. you’d babble, he'd listen.

“how was the season?” you asked, picking the at the red you had painted your nails last night.

“good.” he said with a nod, his eyes never leaving you. he noticed the pink hue on your cheeks. "did you...drink?” he asked with concern.

you could only laugh and shake your head in disbelief. “yeah. first time.” you never gave into the peer pressure of drinking at school, but you needed to calm your nerves.

“you okay?” he wasn't pulling you in, and he wasn't offering you that quiet comfort like he used to. just asking.

you hated the way his voice still made your chest ache. but this time, his tone was formal, distant, like he had to, like he was only checking in out of obligation.

“i don’t know.” your voice comes out wobbly when you answer “i think i’m just drunk. and stupid.” you let out a half broken laugh.

he doesn’t say anything in response, but watches you with his brows drawn slightly together and his lips pressed into a thin line. looking at you like he’s walking on thin ice that’s ready to crack.

“i missed you.” you say suddenly, a bit too fast. “i thought about you all the time, but…i couldn’t- god i sound pathetic.” you wipe your face, not even realizing you were crying until your sleeve stained with your tears.

“y/n…”

“no, just let me say it. you were always a good listener so can you just listen now?”

your throat tightens, “i liked you, quinn. not in a stupid highschool crush way. i think i loved you.”

you pause, and you can hear your heartbeat in your ears.

“you’re not pathetic.” he reassures you, trying to choose his words carefully. “you’re a great girl but…”

but.

god that word felt like a knife.

“you’re younger. you’re still figuring things out, we’re in different stages in life, y/n.”

you let out a sharp breath, like he had just knocked out all the air from your lungs.

“so what? it’s my age? you think i’m just some kid?” you say defensively.

“i didn’t say that.”

“you didn’t have to.” you stand up, swaying slightly, still drunk. “i wore this stupid top, drank for the first time, tried to be like those girls you’d see at michigan or those models on instagram, but now you’re just—“

“y/n.”

“—all i get is…’you’re too young?’” your voice breaks and your hands shake. you hate that you’re crying in front of him.

like a child.

he doesn’t want to hurt you, but he had to be honest.

he wasn’t even sure if you knew what love was, maybe you just liked the idea of it, afraid that you were missing out on something you didn't quite understand.

“i don’t love you like that.” he says carefully, like he’s afraid the words might break you.

and they do.

you nodded with a tight lipped smile as he stares at you with pity.

“okay. thanks.”

you walked away, pushing through the door back into the heat and noise of the house.

the music was too loud, the lights too bright, and the laughter too fake.

maybe he was right, maybe you were too young.

you thought you knew what love looked like.

but maybe all you saw was kindness, and you were so desperate to be chosen, you convinced yourself that was enough.

highschool sweethearts weren’t real.

but they were, and they belonged to everyone else.

[lovesickhughes]

"it's sinking in, what could've been" | q. hughes

SUMMARY: everything eventually comes to an end, whether you like it or not; it's inevitable. your relationship with quinn had come to a point of no return, so it finally had sunken in what needed to be done.

pairings: quinn hughes x f!reader | warnings: angst 😖 breakups, emotional distress, sad!quinn | wordcount: 2.4k

author's note: oopsies! my hand slip and i finally wrote an angsty fic, which is quite surprising for me. let me know your thoughts, i'd love to hear what you have to think! there may or may not already be a part two in the works 👀 anyway, love ya <3

Quinn couldn’t remember the exact moment things took a turn for the worst. It wasn’t an abrupt change, only a progression, short-tempered conversations happening more and more often. Aching hearts and painful arguments consuming the two of you, leaving Quinn and you desperate to figure out what the next step was. It was as if it began to consume your relationship, the hole sinking deeper and the escape becoming farther out of reach as each day passed.

Your relationship could be represented as a string being lit on fire; thread by thread, slowly tearing apart until the final fiber that kept you two together, was engulfed by flames and within a blink of an eye, disappeared into existence. 

It was unexpected, but was a match waiting to be lit. A blindside that you didn’t anticipate, but deep down knew was inevitable. You had been at home, waiting through the day to begin getting ready for your best friend’s engagement party when you heard Quinn enter the quiet apartment. Pulling yourself from the bathroom where you were applying makeup for the event, you met Quinn in the living room of your shared apartments, quiet and soft greetings being exchanged, a sense of animosity lingering in the space between you. 

You hadn’t spoken to Quinn since the night before when the two of you found yourselves in yet another argument over something so simple, yet so triggering that it left an uncomfortable silence to loom over the space and carried over into the next day. There was a sunken feeling filling your stomach as you fought past the thoughts of resurfacing your feelings from the night before. You knew it would only hurt yourself more, and drive Quinn farther away.

You were thankful that you had time during the day to collect your thoughts, but also to distract yourself from the unwanted, uncomfortable feeling in your stomach that something was about to explode, like a storm brewing in the distance. 

“How was your practice today?” You asked softly, eyes darting to any object near you to divert your gaze from meeting Quinn’s. Your fingers toyed with one another, fumbling the ring that was wrapped around your middle finger– holding a symbol of love that was so contradictory to the state of your relationship, it felt wrong of you to be wearing it. You hadn’t wanted to admit that it took you fifteen minutes in the morning to decide to wear it. You didn’t think you’d have to make such a small decision that defined so much more.

Quinn nodded, shuffling around the living space and dropping his belongings that he carried. “It was good.” He mumbled, brushing past where you stood opposite him, not caring to greet you in his normal way. Images flashed across your mind of the times where he would be on you an instant– peppering your face with kisses, you writhing underneath his grasp as you tried to escape his tickles, your laughs echoing the quiet apartment– but that quickly was replaced by the current state Quinn and you were in; the apartment feeling more dull, lifeless like it was missing something. 

You turn to watch him walk up the stairs towards what you assumed to be your bedroom, eyebrows pinching together as anger filled your blood, your skin growing hot and breath sharply inhaling. 

“You’re not even going to say hi to me?” You scoffed, rolling your eyes as Quinn sharply turned into your bedroom, with you hot on his heels. 

Quinn let out a harsh breath, running a hand through his hair roughly before turning to you, “Did I not say hi to you when I first got into the house?” Quinn questioned, frustration lingering through his voice. 

You feel your shoulders deflate, an ache growing beneath your chest and your face grow hot as your eyes filled with tears, dreading what was to come. You knew you were projecting your feelings onto Quinn, just as much as he was, but the exhaustion that filled your body after endless arguments consumed you, being too emotionally taxing. 

“You did, but you didn’t even hug me– or, kiss me like you always used to,” You reason, voice soft as you bit the inside of your cheek in an attempt to prevent yourself from crying. 

Used to. 

You knew it hit a nerve deep within Quinn as you saw his face twitch, eyes squinting shut as he pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. 

Quinn let out a breath, “‘Kay, I’m sorry.” 

But the tone when he responded sparked something within you, something that twisted the knife deeper into your heart, the ache spreading throughout your body, sending tingles to course through your skin. 

You knew you had struck a chord within Quinn that dug deep, but with how mentally and emotionally drained, you couldn’t see past the darkness that filled the tunnel. It felt like you were hopeless, as if there was no salvaging what had been broken. You both were left as pieces of paper that were crumpled, knowing there would be no way to ever get the creases out.

When Quinn approached you with open arms, a sorrow expression across his face, you felt the need to roll your own eyes at his performative act. Your hand abruptly came in between your bodies, pressing against his chest to stop him from walking any closer. 

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “You don’t want a hug?” 

“Not when you’re making it seem like it’s a chore to show that you love and care about me.” You let out through a laugh, turning sharply towards the bathroom to continue finishing your makeup. 

“God, Y/n, can we not argue for just one night?” Quinn called from the bedroom, the sounds of him shuffling around and moving things echoing through the room. 

You laugh again, shaking your head in disbelief. Your blood was almost to its boiling point. Your head was spinning, your vision became blurred, tears filling your eyes even further, on the verge of spilling. You quickly search with your hands for a tissue to catch the tears before they fall, lips quivering and swallowing thickly as you try to compose yourself, pushing yourself to finish getting ready.

You don’t respond to Quinn, continuing your makeup in silence as you hear Quinn get off the bed, exiting the room, leaving you consumed by your thoughts and the silence that surrounds you. 

The click of your heels against the hardwood floor catches Quinn’s attention, his eyes pulling away to look over at you, dressed in a simple white dress and matching heels, a soft smile stretching across your face. 

“How do I look?” You asked, almost as a whisper, feeling the awkwardness linger between the space around you, shifting your weight between your feet as you anticipated Quinn’s response. 

“You look beautiful, Y/n. Always.” He replied, nodding his head to have you find your place next to him on the couch. His arm found the back of the couch, his fingers just lightly brushing your arm to send electricity through your skin, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of sadness that followed, reminiscing silently over the times before your relationship with Quinn began to revolve around arguments.

You swallow thickly, looking down to your lap where your hands laid, only to watch Quinn’s hand come into view and interlock his fingers with your own. 

“I think we need to talk,” You said quietly, your voice thick as you held back your own tears. When you looked up to meet Quinn’s eyes, your chest ached as you saw his own tears welling in his eyes, the whites of his brown eyes now red as if he had been crying– which, you knew, deep down was because of you. 

What pained you the most, is that two years ago, you would have never imagined yourself being in this position, feeling numb, watching your relationship slip away from the tips of your fingers. 

You couldn’t exactly pinpoint the moment where things took a turn for the worst, but you noticed every so often, the subtle changes that would end up costing you your relationship. 

Quinn nodded, not speaking a word as you awkwardly chewed on the inside of your bottom lip, your brain working its gears to form the right words, dreading what was to come next. 

“I, um– I love you so much,” You started, voice shaky as you fought the feeling to let the tears spill down your face, “I love you so much, Quinn.” You nodded, saying it as a reassurance to yourself, more than a statement to the brunette before you. His hand that lightly brushed your arm now gripped your skin, attempting to comfort you, yet it left you feeling more distraught. 

Quinn nodded, sniffling as his own tears began to pool in his eyes, his hand never leaving yours and tracing delicate nothings against the skin of your hand with his thumb. “I love you too, Y/n.”

You shook your head, battling the thoughts that consumed your head, knowing the dreadful events that were slowly approaching. Your ears were ringing, your head felt heavy as the thoughts sped through your mind. At one thought, you could see things being worked on, working together to make things better and moving forward, but in reality, you knew there was no turning back to what was. 

Countless arguments and hurtful words said without meaning had led you and Quinn to dig a hole too deep in your relationship to be able to crawl back out. 

“I love you, but I don’t think we can move forward.” You said through a choked sob, your head falling into your lap as you felt Quinn’s hand quickly find its way to your back, caressing your skin. “I just don’t know how much more I can take, I mean– people who unconditionally love each other aren’t supposed to fight like this, and,” You explained through sobs, letting the tears fall in their own manner and not caring if your makeup were to be ruined. 

“I just hate that we let it get to this point,” You said as your chest heaved as you tried to steady your own breath. 

“I know, babe, I know.” Quinn let out a breath of air, staying silent as he collected his thoughts before reaching to pull you back to face him. 

“I still think we can make this work, Y/n, I mean we’ve been through so much together we can’t just give up.” Quinn reasoned, his sorrowful eyes searching your own as you wiped your tear-stained cheeks. 

You shook your head, tears continuing to spill out of control, “Ignoring the problems won’t make them go away, Quinn. We’ve been battling through this for who knows how long and things haven’t gotten better. I think we’ve reached a point where we can’t go back.” You explained, watching the knife in Quinn’s heart being twisted at your words. 

“Fight for us then,” Quinn said, searching for an inkling of hope.

“I tried, Quinn, I really did– and yet, we still ended up here.” You argued, vision blurring as your ears began to ring from the overwhelming emotions that consumed you. 

“I don’t want to break up, Y/n, please.” Quinn pleaded, his hands grasping at your arms as he searched your eyes. 

“You want me to fight for us, but we both know we’re too far gone. It was a two-way street and we’re both equally at fault for how things turned out.” You reason, growing frustrated as you went on. 

"Please, Y/n. I don't want to end things, I can't lose you." Quinn begged, hiccuping through his own sobs.

You blinked roughly to clear your vision, heart shattering at the sight of Quinn’s eyes pouring with tears, lips swollen and red and chest rising and falling heavily. 

You knew the next words to fall off your lips would change the trajectory of your life forever, not knowing what would come next, but you knew it needed to be done. It had been months upon months of letting things brew beneath the surface, accumulating to the point of no return.

So when you let in a breath, closing your eyes as you ground yourself for your next words, time began to slow, things went quiet, and you found yourself almost watching from an outside perspective.

“Well I do.” You said. It was cinematic, the way things felt as if they were in slow motion, watching Quinn break down in tears, grasping at you and feeling the pain course through your veins as you held him, your own tears falling as you embraced the man that changed your life.

What came next felt like a blur, you insisted on leaving, not wanting to drag things along further than needed. But what stopped time, was when you were at the door, purse in hand as you were ready to leave for your best friend’s engagement, Quinn stood opposite you, eyes red and swollen from the endless tears. 

“Can we have one last goodbye?” Quinn asked softly, and although you knew it wasn’t necessarily the best idea to linger, you couldn’t easily give up the past three years of loving Quinn in an instance. 

You nodded, walking towards the brunette and letting his arms slide around your waist, your own finding his shoulders and locking behind his neck. His familiar scent filled your head, feeling lost in the memories of the times when things were good, and for a moment, you felt as though you made the wrong decision, but you knew– this was meant to happen, as much as you dreaded and tried to prevent it from happening. 

You pulled away from Quinn’s warm embrace, arms still holding one another as you softly, and sadly looked into one another’s eyes. 

“Can I kiss you one last time?” Quinn mumbled, almost inaudibly. You nodded sadly, closing your eyes and letting the feeling of Quinn’s soft lips against your own consume you. It was soft, and it was sweet, and spoke so many words that couldn’t be said. 

When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against your own, the silence shared between you being the only thing that spoke. 

“Maybe in another lifetime things didn’t have to end this way.” He said, watching you pull away and collect your things, opening the door of the apartment and looking back over your shoulder with sad eyes. 

“Maybe,” You said through a tight smile, sad eyes never leaving Quinn’s. “Goodbye, Quinn.” You said softly, and before you knew what had hit you, you were outside of the apartment that held endless memories and good times, but was now filled with the memory of the biggest heartbreak of the century and the man you left behind. 

[lovecla]

STUCK WITH YOU ; QUINN HUGHES.

❄︎ pair: quinn hughes x y/n.

❄︎ synopsis: of all the things y/n thought she was going to do on christmas eve, being stuck with her sister’s brother-in-law, quinn hughes, wasn't one of them.

❄︎ word count: 5.6k

❄︎ chapter warnings: unedited, p in v, unprotected sex, fingering, use of the word slut (once), softdom!quinn, dirty talk.

💌 from me to you: merry christmas, babies 🩶 i hope all of you had a great time and lots of delicious food. 1st of all, i’d like to apologise bc i got carried away with the word count! 2nd of all, i’m sorry about how dirty this is… this was supposed to be wholesome and cute but i don’t know what happened 😭 sorry…. anyways, as always, forgive me for this poorly written smut and share with me your thoughts! i love you! ♡

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Ever Since your sister started dating one of the most known hockey players, Luke Hughes, your life changed— for the better, that is. It’s not like you’re used to all the attention, but it’s nice to attend parties and meet your favorite hockey players for free.

But, the only issue you didn’t see coming when she announced that she was, in fact, very much in love with the youngest of the Hughes brothers is that now you have to constantly coexist with your long time celebrity crush, Quinn Hughes.

It’s an old thing, your situation with Quinn Hughes. You first started noticing him during his time in college, when he was just eighteen.

None of your friends understood what was so special about him but you just told them they didn’t have to: Quinn Hughes is one of the most attractive men you have ever seen, and you’ll stand by that until the end of your days.

When your sister decided that she would make Luke Hughes hers, you remember laughing and saying: He’ll be yours when Quinn Hughes’s mine.

Turns out, Luke is your sister’s.

And, well. Quinn’s not yours.

When you’re around him, during dinners and parties, you almost don’t even acknowledge him. It’s just because you don’t know how to be around him without immediately blushing and cringing at your own words.

It’s like you’re a teenager all over again, but what else can you do, really. He’s attractive, he’s funny and he cares about the people he loves; you cannot not be in love with someone like him.

But now you’re his brother’s sister in law and have been for the past year. You have been doing a great job at not staying in the same room as him for too long, and even if you can come off as rude or mean, it’s better than to get caught while watching him with lovey eyes.

It’s December 24th, and you’re on your way to your sister’s house, where you’d spend Christmas with her— and since she’s only arriving later that night because of work, you’ll be there earlier to arrange things for her.

You’re annoyed by the fact that she has to work until late during Christmas time but at least you’ll get to spend the night with at least one of your family members, since your parents are out of town.

What’s also annoying is the fact that it’s cold and snowing. Not just normal, winter type of snow but North-Pole type of snow. You’re shivering inside your car, because your heater is broken and you stupidly decided that it’d be a great idea to wear just leggings and a sweatshirt.

You park in front of her house, sighing and trying to move as fast as your frozen limbs could. You’re also carrying a hundred bags with you, because decorating is your favorite part of Christmas and knowing your sister and her workaholic personality, you know that she probably doesn’t even have her tree out of her attic yet— so you’ll have to do the whole decorating thing by yourself.

Which you silently prefer because there’s nothing you hate more when people try to dictate where your ornaments should go.

You ring her doorbell first, before dumbly realizing that she’s probably at work already, so you just start looking for the spare key she gave you when the door opens, making you lift your head up with a smile, only to drop it two seconds later.

“Oh.”

Quinn’s looking back at you with a polite smile, and you’re not sure that what you’re seeing is actually real because why the hell would Quinn Hughes be at your sister’s house during Christmas?

“Hi, Y/n.” He says, leaning against the door frame.

You frown without even noticing it. Why didn’t she warn you that he would be at her house?

You’ve been staring at him for what feels to be hours, when he speaks again: “Aren’t you… cold?”

You realize that he’s right and you are cold. Cold and tired because you’re still holding the heavy bags, so you just nod and watch as he opens the door more and reaches for the bags in your hand, picking all four of them up like they’re not heavy at all and letting you in.

You’re still in shock and shivering when you close the door behind you, welcoming the warm air inside the house, thankful for your sister’s amazing heating system.

Quinn walks back to the living room and you grab your phone, dialing your sister’s number and putting the phone against your ear.

“Y/n? Are you—”

“Why didn’t you tell me he would be at your place?!” You shout slash whisper, hiding behind her clothes rack.

“Who’s he? Why are you whispering?”

“What do you mean who’s he?” You hiss. “I’m talking about him!”

“Who’s… Oh.”

“Yes. Oh.”

Her laugh makes you blush. “I didn’t think he’d arrive so soon. I told him he could come later because you’d be the only one there so I just guessed… well. Nevermind.”

“What do I do?!” you sound so desperate it’s almost funny. “I can’t be here! You know I—”

“Y/n, stop freaking out. It’s just Quinn,” you can almost hear her eyes rolling to the back of her head. “Go decorate and do all that stuff you like to do during Christmas. I’ll pick up the food goodies when I leave work, so please just… be normal.”

“What do you mean be normal I can’t—”

“I gotta go. I love you. Bye.”

She hangs up the call and leaves you staring at your phone screen, contemplating how you would scape when it was so cold outside and Quinn’s already seen you so—

“Y/n? Are you playing hide and seek?”

You immediately get out of your sister’s clothes and smile awkwardly, almost opening the front door and standing in the middle of the road, waiting for someone to run you over.

“No, I—” you stutter, looking everywhere but him. “I was just… talking to my sister…”

“I see,” he says. “Is she okay? It’s snowing outside, and you’re still shivering.”

How the hell did he notice that?, you ask yourself, before nodding.

“She is, yeah. She’s working.”

You step further inside the house, walking past Quinn like he’s some type of virus. Besides the huge tree sitting in the corner by the TV, your sister’s house is poorly decorated, just like you predicted, so at least you’ll have something to busy yourself with until she arrives.

“She told me she’d work until late and she said I could come and help you out with your decorations until she and Luke arrive.” He explains, and you turn around, raising your eyebrow at him, confused.

“Luke’s coming?” You ask.

“He is, yes.”

“I thought… I thought you guys would spend Christmas with your parents.” You say, because that’s what you heard your sister saying.

“Well, they’re coming too,” he chuckles, putting his hand inside his front pockets. “I’m guessing she didn’t tell you anything?”

“No, I thought—” you start, but then you bite your lips, giving up mid-sentence. You didn’t want to sound rude by saying I thought it’d be the two of us only so you just stay quiet. “Nevermind. It’s nice that you all get to spend Christmas together.”

Quinn stares at you for a few seconds before nodding. “I’m sorry if you’re upset.”

You frown, shaking your head.

“I’m not, I promise. I just wasn’t expecting all of you,” you reply, embarrassed. “I brought my Grinch sweater…”

He laughs, and you have to stop yourself from smiling too.

“It’s okay. I’ll wear my Cindy Lou one.”

You want to yell at him and tell him to stop being nice, but you already know that’s just how he is. That’s one of the reasons you like him so much.

You look outside your sister’s big window and frown, noticing that the snow is only falling faster, and the street is white everywhere now. Even your car is barely visible.

“It’s getting ugly,” you say, pressing your lips into a line. “I hope it stops soon.”

“I don’t know about that…” he comments, sitting on the couch next to your bags. “I did see a blizzard warning in my weather app today.”

“What?” you almost shout. “Are you sure it was for today?”

“Yeah,” he nods. “That’s why I came earlier. I thought it was dangerous for you to stay here alone.”

You want to ask him what one thing has to do with the other but you’re too busy blushing over his sentence to do anything else.

“I’d be just fine, but thank you,” you mumble. Sighing, you look down at your clothes. “I’m going to change and then start decorating.” You announce, not even sure why.

“You should probably put on something warmer,” he looks down at your clothes before running his fingers through his hair. “It’d be a shame if you caught a cold.”

You don’t say anything, just nod and make your way to your sister’s bedroom, happy that you’re both the same size. Once you find a comfort, two piece set wool outfit, you grab it and change, immediately welcoming the warmth it brings.

You also spend more time in your sister’s bedroom than you should, sitting on her bed and contemplating what you should do.

It’s not like Quinn’s a bad person or someone difficult to be around, but you get shy really easily and he happens to master the art of making you embarrassed, even if it’s not in a bad way.

He’s probably not even aware of it, too, because he’s just a really kind person and that’s just how he treats everyone he likes.

He doesn’t like us, your brain reminds you, he’s just polite.

Whatever.

You get back to the living room and find him still sitting on the couch, watching some random, Christmas movie. You reach for your bags, trying to open them as silently as you could, not wanting to disturb him.

You remove the plastic boxes full of ornaments and distribute them around you, separating them by color and size. It’s therapeutic to you, and it helps to calm your brain down.

Soon, the fact that Quinn’s in the same room as you, alone, doesn’t even cross your mind. You’re having fun decorating your sister’s empty tree, making it beautifully decorated and ready for the night.

After what’s probably thirty minutes, you reach for the last item inside your boxes, which is a bright, yellow star, heavily bedazzled. It’s been yours since you and your sister moved out of your parents’ house and you love it more than all of your other Christmas decorations combined.

The only issue is that it should sit on top of the tree, and usually it wouldn’t be a problem, because your sister had been letting you decorate her tiny tree for the past years, and you’ve been able to reach it just fine. But this year she decided that she wanted to challenge you and she bought a tall one, so now you can’t really reach the top, and you only realize it after jumping for a few minutes and not even touching the top once.

“Do you need any help?”

Quinn’s calm voice startles you, and you hold back a scream. You had forgotten that he was sitting just behind you, and probably had been watching you embarrassing yourself for the past three minutes.

You’re feeling your cheeks warm when you answer: “No, I… well. Maybe?”

He chuckles, getting up. “Does your sister have a ladder?”

“No, she doesn’t,” you roll your eyes. “She says someone as tall as her should do just fine without one.”

“I don’t understand,” he laughs. “She’s just a few inches taller than you. There’s barely a difference.”

“That’s what I’ve been telling her.” You say, annoyed. “I can just grab a chair—”

“No, let me help you.” He walks towards you, and when you’re just about to tell him he’s not going to reach the top by himself either he does something that sends you to another world.

He picks you up effortlessly, putting you down on his left shoulder, and hands you the star like he wasn’t holding another human on one of his shoulders.

You put the star on the top of the tree, moving automatically because your brain hasn't been working properly ever since you stepped into your sister’s house.

“Are you done?” he asks, and he doesn’t even sound tired. “Do you need me to hand you anything else or—”

“No, you can… put me down, please.” You mumble, blushing as he grabs your waist and slowly pulls you down until your feet are touching the floor.

He’s standing behind you, chest glued to your back, and you hold back a yelp, stepping away like his touch is deadly.

“Uh, thanks?” It sounds like a question, but you don’t repeat it again. You turn around, watching as he smiles and nods.

“It looks great, Y/n.”

You also smile, because you always do it whenever people compliment your decorations skills. “Thanks. Again.”

“Well,” he shrugs, looking around. “What do you want to do now?”

You mimic his move, looking around your sister’s living room.

“I mean, I don’t know,” you hum. “Maybe set the table? I know it’s early but—”

“Yeah. We can definitely do that.” He starts walking towards the kitchen and you freak out.

“What!” you yell, and he stops, turning back around and looking at you with confused, pretty eyes. “I mean— what do you mean we?”

“Oh,” he shrugs. “I thought I could help.”

“Are you… like… serious?” You frown.

He frowns back. “I was, yes… are you one of those people who don’t like when people try to help because you’re afraid they’ll end up messing up with your arrangements?”

“Well, yes and no,” you laugh, only to shake your head after. “But it’s not that. I’m sorry, I just… I’ve never seen a man get up to help before. Especially during Christmas.”

He seems to take a while to process what you had just said, but then he laughs, beautifully you’d say.

“They weren’t raised by Ellen Hughes, Y/n. I was.”

You smile, realizing you were utterly fucked. And not in a good way.

You and Quinn worked in silence, and even though you almost dropped the plates twice with how nervous you were, this moment will probably keep repeating itself forever inside your head, from the moment you wake up to the moment you'll go to sleep.

He’s calm and he listens to each one of your orders without hesitation, just nodding and doing as you say. He carries the heavy stuff and just lets you busy yourself with making everything pretty, which you do.

You’re about to tell him that you’re done when the TV catches your attention.

“Good evening, and Merry Christmas Eve, everyone. This is Nicholas Edwards reporting live with an urgent weather alert. It’s shaping up to be a Christmas Eve like no other—because we are in the midst of a blizzard that shows no signs of letting up anytime soon.”

“Oh my God,” you hear someone saying, and realize that it was you. You move until you’re standing in front of the TV, covering your mouth with your right hand.

“Right now, snow is coming down at an incredible rate, with visibility dropping rapidly. Winds are gusting up to 40 miles per hour, creating near whiteout conditions in many areas. And the latest forecast? The snow isn’t expected to stop until early tomorrow morning—Christmas Day! That means we’re looking at significant snowfall totals, possibly more than 18 inches in some spots.”

“Oh my God,” you repeat, looking at Quinn before looking back at the TV again.

“Officials are urging everyone to stay indoors tonight. If you don’t absolutely need to be out, don’t risk it. Roads are treacherous, power outages are a real possibility, and emergency crews are working hard to keep up.”

“What about my sister and your family?” you ask, almost rhetorically, because you know Quinn knows just as much as you. “They can’t come now because it’s dangerous.”

“I’ll try to call my parents,” he says, reaching for his phone already. “Can you call your sister, please?”

“Already doing it.” You say, dialing your sister’s number.

“So… you saw the news.” Is the first thing she says after picking up and you roll your eyes.

“Yeah, Quinn and I did,” you say. “What are we going to do? It’s not safe for you to drive around and you’re definitely not driving thirty minutes back to your house in this weather.”

“I guess you’re right,” she sighs. “Luke and I are together, though. He saw the news before I did and drove me to his and Jack’s apartment since it’s closer to my workplace…”

“So, you’ll stay at their place?” You frown.

“What else can I do, right?” she chuckles, but you can tell she’s just as upset as you. “At least you’re stuck with the sibling that knows how to cook.”

“Hey!” You hear one of Quinn’s brothers, probably Jack, yelling in the back.

“You’re probably right,” you mumble. “Well. We’ll see each other tomorrow then?”

“‘Course we will, bubba,” she sounds joyful again. “Merry Christmas, Y/n. I love you. Tell Quinn I said Merry Christmas to him too!”

“I will,” you nod, even though you know she can’t see you. “I love you too. Bye.”

“Bye.”

You stare at your phone screen until it turns black, and sigh. Quinn finishes his phone call and stares at you, blue, fond eyes looking at you with care.

“I guess you heard the same thing as me.” He says and you nod.

“They’re not coming.”

“And neither are my parents,” he sighs. “They’re stuck in their hotel. They’re not letting people leave.”

“God, this sucks,” you grunt, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “We don’t even have food. My sister was supposed to pick it up after she finished her shift but…”

“I’m sure I can figure something out,” Quinn says and you can tell he’s trying to sound positive. “Come on, stop pouting.”

You frown. “I wasn’t pouting.”

“Yes, you were,” he smiles. “You do that whenever something doesn’t go your way.”

“I��� how do you even know that?” You ask, genuinely amused. He just shrugs and walks back to the kitchen, leaving you and your one hundred thoughts about him alone. “Quinn!”

Dinner goes well. It’s silent and calm, but not in an embarrassing, awkward way. Quinn knows how to cook really well, and his food makes you hold yourself back so you won’t kiss him.

His lips probably taste amazing, just like the rest of him. Sometimes, when your thoughts about how Quinn could make you feel good are too much, you slip your hands under your covers and touch yourself, while imagining your hands are his.

You always feel so deeply embarrassed afterwards, and it takes you a while to convince yourself that you’re not a maniac and getting horny after thinking of your sister’s boyfriend's incredibly hot brother is lowkey expected, because he looks like a God.

You both returned to your bedrooms after the clock hit midnight and you both called your families, with you sleeping in your sister’s room and Quinn sleeping in the spare bedroom.

Although, you haven’t even thought about closing your eyes and going to sleep, because you know you won’t be able to— not when Quinn has been nothing but kind to you the entire night and definitely not when he’s only two doors away from you.

You can feel your body starting to get hot, and you want to shout at it, telling yourself to let it go, because you and Quinn won’t ever be a thing.

You look at the clock sitting on your sister’s bedside table and sigh, reading the late hours. Two thirty-six a.m. and you’re nowhere near Dreamland.

Even though you’re basically at the entrance of Hornyland.

Shaking your head, you get up, deciding to brew some chamomile tea for you, since it always helps you feel sleepier and, hopefully, less horny.

The lukewarm air hits your bare thighs and you’re reminded that you’re not wearing any pants— just one of your sister’s oversized sweaters and panties.

You look around the dark house, watching as snow continues to fall outside, and make your way to the kitchen, walking past Quinn’s closed door and trying not to make any sound.

And you would’ve been successful with your task, if it weren’t for the one plastic cup that fell out of the cupboard when you tried to grab your sister’s kettle.

It fell on the floor and bounced three times before you managed to grab it again. You waited to see if you would hear Quinn’s door open, but since you didn’t, you moved on with your task. While you waited for your water to boil, you leaned against your sister’s island, resting your chin in your hand.

“I thought you were asleep.”

This time, you don’t hold back the yelp that comes out of your mouth. You were so worried about waking Quinn up that you hadn’t considered the fact that he, just like you, might as well not have been able to sleep.

He’s sitting on your sister’s couch, wearing sweatpants and nothing else, looking at you with an indecipherable expression. His entire body is illuminated by the moonlight, and he looks gorgeous.

“Quinn. You scared me,” you put your hand over your heart, feeling your cheeks warm when you realize the movement made your sweater go up, and now Quinn probably saw your underwear. “Uh—”

“I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry,” he gets up, and he does look apologetic. He gets closer to where you were standing and you can help but take a take back. “Can’t sleep?”

You shake your head. “No. You?”

“I can’t either,” he says. “Too many thoughts.”

You desperately want to ask him what kind of thoughts are keeping him away from his bed, but you remember that it isn’t your place. And the best thing you can do for yourself right now is stay away from him.

“I— I’ll leave you to it then—”

“Why are you always running away from me?”

His serious tone makes you stop. You look up and stare at his eyes, looking like a child who had just been caught eating sweets before dinner.

Your answer is only natural: “I’m not?”

“Yes, you are,” he steps closer, and the distance between the two of you is now shorter. “Did I do something?”

“What?” you gasp. “No, of course not!”

“Then, you just don’t like me?”

“Gosh, why is it with the Hughes that you’re always so straightforward?” you mumble, frustrated. “I promise you, nothing’s wrong.”

“Is it because you want me to fuck you?” He raises his brow and you almost drop dead in front of him.

“What.”

It’s almost comical how your eyes double in size and how your mouth opens, just like in the cartoons. You’re trying really hard not to pack your things and leave, because you’re sure something possessed Quinn.

“I’m not dumb, y’know,” he starts. “I can tell when someone’s interested in me, and you aren’t exactly subtle.”

“Quinn—”

“At first,” he continues, paying you no mind. “I thought you were just shy. Then, I realized you only acted that way with me, but I thought you just didn’t like me. But…”

He lifts his hand up and caresses your cheek, the touch making you shiver instantly.

“Would someone who doesn’t like me stare at me like you do?” He keeps touching your face, the light feather touches barely there, but keeping you restless anyway. “It’s so sweet when you blush like that.”

“Quinn…” you try, once again. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I—”

“Uncomfortable?” he chuckles, like the word alone is enough to make him laugh. “No, sweetheart, you made me hard.”

You blush, thankful that the moonlight isn’t enough to show your red cheeks. “O-Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh,” he smiles, lifting your face just slightly with his thumb on your chin. “Can I kiss you, Y/n?”

I thought you’d never ask, you think. “Yes,” is what you say.

His lips taste like peppermint and his touch on your skin feels like fire. He presses your body against the counter, the cold marble hitting the back of your naked thighs and making you shiver.

It was a pleasant contrast, though: the warmth of his hands holding you close with the coldness of the stone making you shiver.

He kissed you fervently and you moaned inside his mouth, forgetting your shyness and running your fingers through his silky, soft hair. It was like opening presents on Christmas morning, because ever since you were a teenager you’ve been wanting to get your hands on him and now—

“You were right,” you say, breathless. Quinn tilts his head to the side, confused. “I want you to f-fuck me.”

He smirks, mischievously, and it’s probably one of the hottest things you have ever seen.

“Here?” he asks, chuckling.

“No,” you laugh. “My sister would kill me.”

“Mhm.” It’s all he says before picking you up once again, manhandling you however he wanted for the second time in less than twenty-four hours.

His bed is untouched when he lays you on it, a clear signal that he hadn’t even laid on it yet. Your sweater rode up, leaving your belly and your panties exposed.

Even though you’re not the type of girl to get embarrassed while having sex, you can feel your cheeks getting warm under Quinn’s lustful gaze. You have imagined this situation so many times before but you never actually thought your dreams would come true, so all of this is still hard for you to take in.

“I can actually hear your brain thinking, Y/n,” Quinn chuckles, standing in front of you. The outline of his dick is so noticeable it has your mouth dry.

“It’s not everyday your crush of years take you to bed,” you let out, only realising what you had just said when you watch his eyebrow going up, and a malicious smile decorate his beautiful face. “I mean—”

“Trust me, Y/n, if I hadn’t spent the last year thinking you hated me, you would’ve ended up in my bed from the moment I laid my eyes on you.”

He leans forward, then starts to pull your panties down. It’s embarrassing to say the least because you know that the fabric which was once pearly, cotton white, is now transparent and ruined. Quinn doesn’t seem to mind that— in fact, the smirk on his face just continues to grow.

“You have such a pretty pussy, baby,” he says, and you almost choke on your own spit. “Been thinking about you for so long I’m half convinced this is just another dream.”

He drops your underwear somewhere, and places his index finger between your wet folds, the cold touch contrasting with your hotness. He rubs, up and down, slowly and steady. It has you biting your lips, hard.

“Was it like that with you too, Y/n?” he asks, tone one octave deeper. “Endless dreams of how I would fuck you senseless, leave you wet and whimpering in my sheets, pussy dripping with my cum.”

He kept getting closer to your clit each time he opened his mouth to talk, but he still wasn’t touching it, which was starting to frustrate you.

“Quinn—”

“I’d always wake up hard, with my dick throbbing inside my pants, and you know what I’d do?”

He places his finger on your engorged clit, but doesn’t do anything, just— waits.

“Ask me what I would do, Y/n.” He orders, and you moan before complying.

“What, ah, what would you do?” you ask, and he starts moving his finger again. “Ah.”

“I’d fuck my hand. Wrap my dick around them, holding it tightly, imagining it was your cunt squeezing me like that,” he confesses, opening your legs more, leaving you spread in front of him like you’re nothing but a cheap whore. “And I’d come so hard, imagining I was filling you up. In the next morning, I’d shake hands with you, watching you give me that sweet smile of yours, not even knowing that I had just used it to touch myself while imagining it was you.”

He pressed two fingers on your hole, making you clench around nothing while he seemed to be having fun with your struggle.

“Was it like that with you, too?” he asks again, but you can tell by his reaction that he wasn’t expecting you to answer. Yet, you do it anyway.

“N-not dreams,” you breathe, as he inserts two of his fingers inside you, blue eyes never leaving yours. “When I couldn’t sleep, I’d, ah, touch myself, and pretend it was you.”

“Yeah?” he hums, sinking his fingers deeper inside you, the wet sound of sex leaving you dizzy. “Such a naughty, little slut.”

You moan, and Quinn stops holding back as he starts finger fucking you, finding your sweet spot and curling his fingers up until he had you trashing under him. You took pride in knowing your body and mastering the art of touching yourself, but not even in your wildest dreams you’d imagine that having something inside you could feel this good.

You’re not even holding back your sounds, you just let Quinn hear how insane he drives you, and good you’re feeling. You have your eyes closed— because holding eye contact with Quinn might be too much for you to handle— and your boobs exposed, since your sweater rode all the way up.

You can feel your orgasm starting to build up and just when you’re about to warn Quinn about it, he pulls his fingers back, making you cry, loudly.

“Wha— why?” you sound needy and desperate but you pay it no mind.

Quinn smiles, so sweet and kind that you wouldn’t even imagine what came out of his mouth afterwards.

“You’ll come on my cock tonight, sweetheart. I’ll make sure of it.”

The rest of what happens is basically history.

He removes his sweatpants and his dick hits his stomach, the tip almost purple with how red it was. The precum leaking from it made you lick your lips, imagining how good it would feel to have that in your mouth.

He throws the pants somewhere, and lays on top of you, right in the middle of your spread thighs. He looks down and holds his dick, rubbing it up and down on your folds, mixing your wetness with his, and just the view is almost enough to make you come.

He rubs the tip on your clit, and you watch as your swollen, needy button throbs under the nasty touch, and how your pussy leaves his dick glistening with how wet you were.

“I’ll fuck you now, okay?” His voice is calm, and soft, different from previously. You nod, smiling shyly. “Words, baby.”

“‘Mkay,” you answer, closing your eyes as he inserts himself inside you, slowly.

You can feel your walls opening up for him, and even though you’ve had sex before, nothing will ever top this. He’s thick, and you can feel him everywhere, deeper and deeper.

“Holy shit, Quinn,” you say, turning your hands into fists.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby,” he hisses, putting his hands on each side of your face. “Squeezing me so good, fuck, Y/n, I might come in seconds if you keep squeezing me like that.”

He removes his dick from you, leaving just the tip, only to slam it back in you, fucking you senseless, just like he told you. The smell of sex and sweat filled the room almost as quick as the tears fell from your eyes, the feeling of finally getting what— or who— you wanted making you cry tears of joy.

He kept fucking you, and once his lips found yours once again, you knew you were done. You came on his dick, like he said you’d do, moaning inside his mouth and pulling his hair, harshly.

“Fuck, Quinn, uh,” you inhaled his scent as his naked body engulfed yours completely. “Fuck, fuck.”

“It’s like you were made to, uh, take my cock,” he grunts, his thrusts getting sloppier, a clear sign that he was about to come. “Say it, baby, tell me what you were made for.”

“Quinn—”

“Say it, sweetheart,” he whispers.

“I was made to take y-your cock,” you sob. “O-only yours.”

“Only mine?” you can hear the amusement in his voice.

“Only yours.”

“Good,” thrust, “Girl.” Thrust.

He takes his dick out of you just a few seconds before he comes, and the loss of it makes you whimper and hide your face in his neck. The warm feeling of his come against your used, swollen cunt is enough to get another orgasm out of you, even if a little bit weaker this time.

You both stay silent, only the sounds of your breaths filling up the room. The weight of his body on top of you is comforting, and even though you know he’s not putting all of his weight on top of you, you feel safe either way.

“Thank you,” you mumble, barely audible, since your face is still in his neck.

He chuckles, breathless. “What are you saying thank you for, baby? I should be the one saying thank you.”

“You just made all of my wet dreams come true,” you explain. “Even if we’re probably going to hell because no one should be having sex on Christmas.”

Quinn laughs and rolls to the side, resting his head on the pillow. “Touché, sweetheart, touché,” he turns his head to the side and looks at you. “Merry Christmas, Y/n.”

You smile. “Merry Christmas, Quinny.”

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the quiet after | qh43

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summary: after weeks of silence following a painful fight, you return to Quinn’s apartment to retrieve a forgotten sweater—only to get snowed in and finally confront the feelings left unspoken.

It’s snowing harder than you expected when you step off the SkyTrain and walk the few blocks to Quinn’s apartment. The kind of snow that softens the world and mutes the city, but right now it just makes you feel more alone.

Your hands are buried deep in your coat pockets, and you can feel the edge of the spare key he hasn’t asked for back.

You only came to get your sweater. The gray one he always borrowed and never returned. The one you didn’t realize mattered until after the fight—when your heart ached and your chest felt cold in more ways than one.

You hesitate at the door. There’s a tight coil of something in your throat—anger maybe, or maybe the sadness you haven’t let yourself feel.

The door opens before you can knock.

Quinn stands there, hair damp like he just got out of the shower, a Canucks hoodie hanging loose on his frame. He blinks at you like he’s not sure you’re real.

You manage something like a breath. “Hey.”

He swallows. “Hey.”

Silence.

You nod toward the hallway behind him. “I just came to get some of my sweaters. The gray one especially? Should be in your closet.”

He doesn’t move. For a second, you think he’s going to say no. Or worse—say something casual, like none of it mattered. But instead, he steps aside.

“Yeah. Yeah, come in. I—I’ll grab it.”

You slip past him into the apartment. It still smells like cedarwood and whatever detergent he uses. Like home. You try not to look at the blanket still tossed on the couch where you used to curl up together.

You hover near the entryway, hands stiff in your pockets. He disappears into the bedroom.

Seconds pass. Then minutes.

You hear drawers. A door creak. Then nothing.

Finally, he returns, sweater in hand—but something’s changed in his expression. His jaw’s tense. Like he’s been having a whole conversation with himself in there and lost the argument.

He holds it out. “I washed it.”

You take it, fingers brushing his. It’s warm, like he just pulled it from the dryer. You shouldn’t feel grateful for that, but you do.

You’re about to say thanks when he speaks again. Quiet.

“You could’ve texted.”

You blink. “You could’ve answered the phone.”

Quinn flinches like it hurts. “I didn’t know what to say.”

You shrug, lips pressed tight. “Guess we’re both good at that.”

The tension is unbearable now, and you shift toward the door. But when you glance outside, the snowfall has thickened into a white curtain. The streets are barely visible.

Quinn notices too. “Uh… transit’s down. They just issued a warning.”

You frown. “Shit.”

“You should stay. Just ‘til it lets up.”

You hesitate. Every part of you screams to leave, to protect yourself, to not make it worse. But your limbs are cold and your heart is tired, and you don’t want to go back to your empty apartment. Not yet.

“Okay,” you whisper.

The warmth of the apartment is suffocating at first. Not physically—he’s turned the thermostat up, probably for you—but emotionally, like it’s all pressing in on you.

He makes tea. Peppermint, your favorite. You don’t talk about it.

You sit at opposite ends of the couch. Netflix hums quietly in the background, something you’re both not watching. His knee bounces. You hold the mug close to your chest.

It’s been weeks since the fight.

Weeks since you told him you couldn’t keep doing this—couldn’t keep feeling like a footnote to his life, a placeholder between games and flights and media obligations. You weren’t asking him to choose, but he made it feel like he had to.

And then he walked out. No explanation. No closure.

“I thought about calling,” he says suddenly.

You glance up.

He’s staring at his tea. “I picked up my phone a hundred times. I just… didn’t know how to fix it.”

You say nothing.

“I didn’t mean to walk out that night. I just—everything felt too heavy. I was scared I was gonna say something I couldn’t take back.”

Your heart aches. “You left anyway.”

He nods, throat bobbing. “I know.”

The silence between you is thick again, but different now. Not sharp. Just… full.

“I was scared,” he says again, softer now. “Not of you. Of losing you. Of not being good enough to keep you.”

You close your eyes.

“Quinn…”

“I know I messed up. I should’ve made more time. Should’ve shown you that you mattered more than all of it.” He looks at you then, really looks. “You did. You do.”

Something in you crumbles. You set your tea down before your hands can shake it loose.

“I wasn’t asking you to give it all up,” you whisper. “I just wanted to feel like I belonged in your world. Like I wasn’t always waiting for you to come back to me.”

He slides closer, cautious, like approaching a wounded animal. “You do belong. I was just too wrapped up in everything else to see how much I was hurting you.”

He reaches out, fingers brushing your wrist. You let him.

“I missed you,” he says. It cracks at the end.

You don’t trust your voice. So you just nod.

A moment passes.

And then you lean in. Just a little. Just enough.

He meets you there.

The hug is quiet and slow. His arms wrap around your waist and your face finds the crook of his neck, and it feels like breathing for the first time in weeks.

“I’m sorry,” he says into your hair. “I’ll do better. I swear.”

You nod again, tears dampening his hoodie. “Okay.”

Later, the two of you are curled up under the old throw blanket on his couch, your legs tangled together, snow still falling outside the window like the world’s been hushed.

He makes you hot chocolate and insists on giving you what’s left of the marshmallows even though he likes them more. You laugh at that—small and soft, but real.

There’s a candle burning on the coffee table. The flickering light dances across his face as he looks at you like you hung the moon.

You rest your head on his chest.

“I don’t want you to go,” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep and emotion.

You tighten your grip on his hand.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

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MOVING IN SILENCE 　QUINN HUGHES

　　　quinn hughes x fem!reader

SUMMARY　After Quinn spent his entire life ignoring his brother’s bestfriend, figuring it was for the better, he finally realized maybe it wasn’t after all.

contains　angst, kissing, age gap ( 22 & 25 ), pining, bestfriends brother, platonic!luke x reader, fem!reader, use of y/n.

　　EVER SINCE Luke made it to the NHL back in 2023, communication between the two best friends had quietly faded into silence. No harsh words. No falling out. Just... distance. At least, that's how y/n chose to see it. People grow up. People grow apart. That's what she kept telling herself.

She tried to believe it — really, she did. But how could she? She and Luke had talked every single day since they were fifteen. She'd even applied to University of Michigan just to be with him, knowing how terrified he was to leave home.

Going from constant conversations to just a "Happy Birthday" once a year was brutal. It was like grieving someone who was still alive. The loss of him, of what they were, settled like dust on her heart. She didn't even go home for the summer, too afraid to run into him — or worse, see his family and feel the sting of what was lost.

This year, though, something shifted. She was tired of avoiding the past. She was going home. But that decision didn't stop the anxiety that pulsed through her veins as she passed the Hughes' lake house on her way. Her gaze flicked toward the familiar yard — and froze.

There they were. The brothers. Basketball in hand, laughter echoing through the air. And then her eyes locked with Luke's. Her breath caught. Panic surged. She ducked below the car window like a kid avoiding trouble.

Luke, being the stubborn one, wasn't about to let her disappear. He followed the sidewalk right up to her front door with Jack and Quinn following behind him. She was fumbling with her suitcase, trying to hurry inside, when Jack raised a brow and deadpanned, "Really?"

Y/n sighed in defeat and turned to face them. "Hi."

The three boys studied her like a puzzle they'd been missing pieces of. Time had changed her — matured her — but there was something familiar in her stance, her eyes, her presence.

Luke cleared his throat, catching the eyes of the girl whose gaze had drifted to the ground. "I missed you, Bug."

It didn't take long for y/n to fall back into rhythm with the Hughes family. Ellen was over the moon to have her around again, and Jack was just relieved to have someone break the family routine. The connection between her and Luke slid back into place as if the silence had never happened — playful teasing, easy conversations, comfortable laughter.

She was grateful. Not just for their acceptance, but for how natural it all felt. Part of her still ached from how Luke had pulled away, but the bigger part — the part that mattered — knew this was better than nothing.

But one thing hadn't changed. Something that she so desperately wished would have.

Quinn.

He still didn't talk to her. Not in a rude way — he never had been unkind. But he always seemed to have somewhere to be when she entered a room. He'd pretend not to hear her or only offer nods and half smiles. His silence had always hurt more than any insult could.

Now, though? His gaze lingered. Longer than before. There was something different in the way he looked at her — curious, maybe hesitant. Still, he didn't speak.

So when Luke casually mentioned that Quinn had asked about her, she blinked. "He asked about me?"

Luke shrugged. "Yeah. Back when he got drafted, he'd check in. Ask how you were. I didn't think much of it... until even when I stopped talking to you, he still asked."

That's when it hit him. Quinn had fallen for her.

Quietly. Consistently. Just like y/n had once fallen for him.

She had been sixteen when she first noticed Quinn wasn't just Luke's older brother anymore — he was mesmerizing. Not in the loud, charming way Jack and Luke were.

Quinn was gentle. Steady. Thoughtful. He'd hand her a glass of water before she realized she needed it. Hold open doors without a second glance. Laugh at her terrible jokes with that soft smile.

He was the quiet to her storm.

And Luke? He'd always known. Probably before she did. He'd seen the way her eyes trailed Quinn when he entered a room. The way she looked at him like he held the sky in his hands.

And maybe Quinn had noticed, too.

It was late July when it finally happened. A warm night, the lake shimmering under the moonlight.

Y/n stood at the end of the dock, barefoot, her toes curling over the edge of the weathered wood. The cool breeze tugged gently at her sweatshirt, but her heart was what felt unsteady — caught in that space between hope and fear.

Footsteps echoed on the dock behind her — slow, hesitant.

She turned.

It was Quinn.

Not Jack. Not Luke. Just Quinn. Hands in the pockets of his hoodie, eyes cast downward, like he was afraid if he looked at her too long, he might lose the nerve to speak.

He stopped a few feet away, the soft thud of his shoes on the dock marking the space between them.

For a moment, neither of them said anything.

The quiet stretched. But it wasn't the awkward kind of silence they used to share. It was different now.

Unspoken things lingering between them like the warm summer air.

"I'm sorry," he said at last, voice barely above a whisper.

Her brows drew together. "For what?"

He let out a slow breath, eyes finally lifting to meet hers. "For not talking to you all those years. For the way i pulled away when I should've tried harder. I thought if I kept my distance, it would get easier."

She tilted her head. "Easier?"

Quinn took another step closer, his voice low, raw. "To pretend I didn't feel what I felt. That I didn’t care about you the way I did. The way I still do."

Her breath caught.

He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly looking so much younger than usual. Like the boy she had remembered, not the man he had become. "I didn't know how to be near you without giving myself away. And when Luke said you weren't coming back that summer... I thought l'd lost my chance."

Y/n stepped forward, heart pounding. "You didn't."

He looked up.

"I waited," she said softly. "I waited for so long, Quinn. I just didn't think you saw me. Not really."

"I did," he said, voice barely steady. "God, I always saw you. You were the only one I looked for in every room."

Her throat tightened as the words finally settled between them. Years of longing, of near misses and quiet heartbreaks, were suddenly laid bare.

The tension that had hovered in every shared glance, every almost conversation — it all made sense now.

She took another step forward until there was no space left between them. "So what now?"

Quinn reached for her hand — tentative at first, like he was still afraid she might disappear. When she didn't pull away, his fingers laced with hers, warm and steady.

"Now," he whispered, "I make up for all the time I wasted."

She smiled through the tears welling in her eyes, blinking up at him. "You don't have to rush. I'm not going anywhere."

He brushed a strand of hair from her face, eyes soft, full of everything he hadn't been able to say before. "I wish l'd told you sooner. I wish l'd told you when we were younger, when I'd hear you laugh with Luke and think about how i hoped you’d look at me that way."

"I did," y/n whispered. "I always did."

And then he leaned in, gently, reverently, as if he wasn't just kissing a girl — but the girl. The one he had watched from afar, asked about in quiet texts, carried with him through years of silence. The one who had always been his and didn't know it yet.

The kiss wasn't rushed or dramatic. It was honest. Soft. The kind of kiss that said: i see you. I've always seen you. And I'm not looking away anymore.

When they pulled apart, her forehead rested against his, and they both exhaled — relieved, grounded, home.

After years of distance and almosts, they had finally found their way back. Not just to each other. But to the place they were always meant to be. Together.

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Can you write a fic where Lando and Hughes sister!reader are at the lake house with the brothers and Quinn invites this girl and she’s like all over lando and flirting with him and lando is like completely oblivious to the fact that she’s hardcore flirting with him until you start giving him the silent treatment and it ends in a big fight.

Also, sorry if your name is Abby it was the first name that popped into my head

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You knew when someone was using you to get to your brothers, it happened more times than you would like to admit, but when a girl was using your brother Quinn to get to your boyfriend Lando, it was a different story. Ever since you were introduced to her, you had a gut feeling about her, but couldn't figure it out.  

"Hey y/n/n, when is Lando getting here? Abby wants to know," Quinn asked, popping his head into the kitchen where you were cutting up some fruit, you and Lando had travelled here separately, as Lando needed to go to MTC for a fitting. "Umm, let me check", you muttered, pulling out your phone to check Landos' life 360 location. This whole thing felt weird. Ever since Jack asked you last night if Lando was coming to the lake house, Abby has been constantly around you and constantly bringing Lando into every conversation. 

 You opened Life360, the little circle with Lando’s face moving along the road "He is about 20 minutes away", you said, trying your hardest not to let out an eye roll. Quinn grinned and ducked back out, probably off to tell her. Again. You tried to act like it didn't bother you because you just wanted to be a good little sister, but the feeling in your stomach wasn't going away anytime soon. 

You noticed Abby and Quinn outside, cuddled together on the couch, which meant you got a couple of minutes with your boyfriend alone. When Lando finally arrived, you met him on the porch. His grin was wide and dimpled, arms open as he swept you into a hug that lifted you off your feet.

"There’s my girl," he murmured into your hair, kissing the top of your head. For a moment, you let yourself melt into him, breathing in the comfort of his hoodie and the way his hands found your waist like second nature. You both walked into the house so Lando could put his stuff away, as you walked through the house, you could hear her annoying voice "Quinny can you introduce me" 

"Give him a minute to settle in, then sure I can introduce you" Quinn said oblivious to the fact that his situationship is clearly crushing on Lando, you rolled your eyes before making your way downstairs again, Lando had dropped his arm from around your waist to go say his to the boys "Yo Lando this is my girl Abby, Abby this is Lando Y/ns' boyfriend" Quinn said casually,  completely unaware of the storm brewing behind your calm expression. Lando, being a gentleman, smiled and extended a hand. "Nice to meet you." 

Abby, unfortunately, ignored his hand entirely and went in for a hug, a full-body, two-arms-around-his-neck kind of hug. You blinked. "OMG, finally! I've heard so much about you," she gushed, practically melting into him. "You’re even cuter in person." 

You couldn’t believe it. The audacity of this girl to be all over your boyfriend while standing next to your brother. And Lando, God bless his sweet, oblivious soul, just laughed awkwardly, gently pulling away and glancing around, clearly uncomfortable but not quite sure what to do.

You caught Jack’s eye across the room. He raised a brow like, Are you seeing this? You gave him the slightest nod, then turned on your heel and headed for the kitchen. If you stayed any longer, you were going to say something that would get you in serious trouble with Quinn. The group had made there way out to the lake, while you stood in the kitchen doing some breathing exercises.  

Once you were calm enough you went out and rejoined the group. You were sitting on the dock with Jack, you both had this twin thing were you could communicate just using your eyes which was good for the fact that Abby and Quinn were around you right now, "So y/n how long have you and Lando been together" Abby asked putting on a fake sweet tone "Just over 3 years" you muttered. You looked over at Jack who was looking at you then at abby then back to you asking silently "should we drown her". 

You giggled a little and laid your head on Jacks shoulder "Tempting," you whispered under your breath, only loud enough for him to hear. Abby didn’t seem to notice. Or care. She was still smiling that plastic smile, twisting a piece of her hair around her finger like she was in a rom-com from 2006. "It must be hard though," she said, blinking wide innocent eyes. "Dating someone so popular." 

You looked at her trying to understand why she was saying this infront of her situationship and also your twin brother "I mean, with all the fans and girls throwing themselves at him," she continued casually. "Do you ever, like… worry that he’s cheated on you or something?" You blinked at her, contemplating whether or not to drown her in the lake and make it look like an accident. "Hey Abby" Quinn called out which made abby get up and follow, both Jack and you look at each other with shock written all over your faces 

By the time game night rolled around you thought that maybe Abby would back off picking quinn as her partner but oh how you were wrong "Can I be your partner, Lando?" she asked sweetly, resting a hand on his arm. "You’re like, the best at games. I want to win!" That was it. You didn’t say anything. Not a single word. You just turned around and walked straight out of the living room, down the hall, and into the guest room you were sharing with Lando. 

soon after Lando walked into the room "babe whats going on" He cooed making his way towards you. You let out a sharp breath. "Are you seriously asking me that? You didn’t notice the way Abby’s been all over you since you got here?" Lando blinked, confused. "She's just being friendly no?" Lando questioned 

"Friendly? the fact that she’s been all over you since the second you arrived! She hugged you like she’s known you for years, had the audacity to ask if I ever worry about you cheating on me. And she asked you to be your partner for game night while quinn was right there" You let out so over the fact that this random girl has been all over your boyfriend while being somewhat in a relationship with your brother. His mouth opened, then shut again, realization slowly dawning in his eyes.  

"You’re right. I should’ve shut it down. I should’ve noticed. I just I hate drama. And I guess I was trying so hard not to be rude, I forgot who I should’ve been protecting." Lando said his voice full of guilt. You blinked fast, trying to make the tears away. You hated crying during arguments. Lando stepped closer, slower this time, until he was right in front of you.

"I love you," he said softly. You hesitated, then finally let him pull you into his chest. His arms wrapped around you tightly, like he was afraid you might disappear. "You want to hide away in here and just cuddle?" Lando questioned, already knowing your answer, you nodded your head. You both jumped into bed, wrapping your limbs around each other.

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[43qh]

busy woman (m)

quinn hughes x fem!reader

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: unprotected, p in v, (not my best work)

word count: 2.3k

summary: you’re considerably a busy woman, racing to be the best figure skater in town. no time for men, except one.

you sigh, legs sore and body aching. you’re out of breath, sitting in your locker room with sweat dripping down your face. you felt icky, aching for a shower. your legs would have given out on you if you continued any more than you already have. you’re looking for championship winner and you won’t settle for less this year. being a favored local figure skater carried stress on your shoulders, but you hated disappointment. you pushed yourself like no other.

when you finished showering and getting dressed, you grabbed your things and stuffed them in your bag. you sighed, checking your phone and noticing the notifications that sit patiently waiting for a reply. you hum to yourself.

as a grown woman, you knew you had needs. you considered his offer to come over, and figured it would be unethical to even reject. you smile to yourself as you reply back to the man’s messages, indicating that you’re on the way. it was late, but you knew he was awake waiting for you anyway.

you breathed in the cold air, wind blowing as you hopped into the uber. you were eager, unable to contain your excitement. it had felt like centuries since you last saw quinn. your legs ached, but you pushed it aside as you gave the uber a thanks and sizable tip. you trudged your way to his penthouse, licking your lips as you knocked on his door.

when he opens the door, he’s in a towel. just a towel.

you smile, pushing yourself in and connecting your lips to his. he smiles back into the kiss, hands gripping your waist with desperation. your hands are threaded through his wet hair, causing a soft groan to leave his throat. you love the way he sounds. you both hear the way your bag drops on the floor but pay no mind to it. there were more important things to attend.

you sigh as he pulls and tugs at your clothes, taking in the sight of you. “so beautiful.”

you smile, kissing him softly this time. he relishes the moment, melting into the palm of your hand. you tug at the only thing between the both of you; his towel. he groans when you grab a hold of his cock, slowly stroking him in the same way you’re kissing him.

he’s starting to become a desperate mess, his eyebrows furrowing as he pulls away from you. “bedroom.”

you follow his order, racing him there. he chuckles at the way you prance into the room. when he enters in after you, he can’t help but admire your beauty, sprawled all over his bed and waiting patiently just for him.

he makes quick work to get on top of you, kissing you again. “inside, quinn.”

“hm?” he pretends not to hear you.

you sigh as you pull away, looking him in the eyes, “i need you inside me, quinn.”

he sighs, a jagged breath almost knocking the wind out of him. he can’t stop himself from giving you exactly what you need, slowly sliding himself into your wet folds. he shudders at the feeling, noticing the way your nails dig into his shoulders and back.

he pauses, “so tight.”

you hum, nodding your head as he starts to move in and out. you could hear just how wet you were for him. no other man could get this type of reaction out of you, and he knew that. the boost of confidence he gains at the thought makes him move faster, hips thrusting at a desperate notion but also in rhythm.

he sighs at the way you tighten around him, “love this, so much.”

“me too,” you gasp when he hits a spot inside you.

it feels like heaven. the way his cock reaches deep inside you, hitting that spongy spot inside of you that causes moans to fall freely from your mouth. his name escapes your lips several times, making him twitch inside of you.

“you really know how to make a man cum quick, huh?” he groans in your ear.

you whine, trying to find a response but being unable to as he quickens his pace. it feels so good, your brain turning into fog. you couldn’t think straight even if you tried. the both of you were chasing release, moans filling the room.

when quinn hits that particular spot inside you a little harder than the rest of his thrusts, you let out a gasp as your pussy contracts around him. when he feels you cum around him, he can’t stop himself from following suit. he feels as if he’s on cloud nine, gasping for air as he rests his head on your shoulder.

“so good.” quinn murmurs.

you nod in agreement, smiling to yourself.

jumps, spins, ice being pierced below you.

this was where you belonged. you felt how cold it was, but the heat of your body made it easier. you always stayed past what your coach suggested, always getting a worried look in her eyes when she left for the evening. you couldn’t say you would want it any other way, though. this was truly your calling.

you move so elegantly, deciding to take a break from routine to just skate around. you can feel yourself sniffling, but your only response was to smile. you worked all your life to be where you are now, and you couldn’t see yourself elsewhere.

you slide against the ice with ease, stopping when you hear someone clear their throat. you look around for the source, eyes falling onto a beautiful and familiar pair.

“stalking now?” you tilt your head, skating to the edge of where he is. the ice rink wasn’t exceptionally huge, but it was somewhere you considered home.

quinn laughs to himself, shaking his head, “no, just admiring.”

“how long?” you question, hands gripping the outline of the rink.

he can only grin at you, “long enough.”

you hum, looking at him with suspicious eyes. he eyes you and licks his lips. you could feel the way he was effecting you down to the core. his eyes were slightly dilated, looking at you with a certain type of greed.

“what brings you here?” you tilt your head, shifting on your skates a bit.

he shrugs a bit, “wanted to see you.”

you can feel the twinge in your stomach at the confession. he was making this a lot harder than it had to be. you considered yourself busy, extremely hard working and never distracted. but when it came to quinn hughes, somehow you were a completely different person. it made you ache in almost a good way.

“hm,” you hum. you weren’t sure what to say to him. his very forward actions made your body react in a way you weren’t used to. you probably should have been though, considering you were only growing closer and closer to quinn.

you pause in silence before saying something, “if that’s all, i have practicing to do.”

quinn has a half smirk on his face, “don’t mind me.”

his nonchalant attitude made you scoff. “i like being alone.”

“oh?” he raises an eyebrow, “i don’t think that’s true, considering you were just in my bed.”

you scowl, “i wouldn’t let you just come around any time you like, you know.”

you were strict. quinn knew this. he knew how much you valued being a figure skater, just as much as he valued being a hockey player. that didn’t mean he didn’t have time for you, and vice versa. he just wanted you to see that you could make time outside of your perfectionist mindset.

quinn sighs, tucking his hands into his pockets, “i’m aware. doesn’t mean you can’t have fun, though.”

fun. right.

you felt a pinch in your chest at the word ‘fun’. you weren’t exactly sure why.

“right.” you snarl at him, and he furrows his eyebrows. did he say something wrong?

he must have, because next thing he knew, you were waving him off with no regard and continuing practice.

quinn decided it was best to give you your space as he walked out the rink. you skate around for a bit before realizing just how much quinn has drained out of you and leaving to change shortly after his departure.

you’re a busy woman. who was he to pop up like that and rattle your brain?

you sigh, sitting on your designated bench. your mind felt a bit more out of place than usual. you were so used to being focused and now quinn has made his spot in your mind. you huff out of frustration, hearing the way your phone buzzes in rhythm.

"you're getting clingy." you answer the phone as you hear a rough laugh, almost like he's out of breath.

"can't help it." you can hear the smile in his voice.

you hum, "like me that much, hughes?"

"yeah," he breathes over the phone. the confession makes your stomach flip, straightening in your seat.

"what?" your voice was barely above a whisper. the thought of quinn hughes developing feelings for you has your whole body tingling. his voice alone was like music to your ears, but his confession made it all the better.

"your confidence faltering, hm?" you can hear the smirk, cockiness dripping from his voice.

you sigh, letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding. "never. you know this."

and he did. quinn hughes knew you best, whether either one of you wanted to admit it or not. this 'relationship' has gone on for longer than it should have. you were just friends for years before finally kissing and giving in just about four months ago. you didn't expect so much to come out of this, but a lot did.

"thought so." he replies after a few moments. you can hear shuffling on the other end.

you shift in your spot on your bench, "i'll see you tonight, quinn."

quinn can't stop the way he licks his lips, "can't wait, love."

you squirm in your seat at the nickname. you say a quick goodbye with a warm body, your body reacting to quinn in ways you weren't always used to.

focus.

you sigh, collecting your things and heading straight to quinn's place.

there was something different.

something different in the way he was kissing you. something different in the way he was holding you. something different in the way he was speaking to you.

you huffed, pulling away from his soft kiss. his hands rested respectfully on your hips, rubbing circles with his thumb underneath your shirt. you felt shivers down your spine at the action. his eyes were blown out, but he looked at you with a smile.

you wanted to panic at the way he made you feel, but you knew there was no reason to. if quinn wanted your love, he would get all of it. he would just have to say the word and you were all his.

“you’re so beautiful.” quinn’s words had your body lighting on fire. you could feel the warmth within you.

“you’re so handsome.” your reserved walls were coming down, and quinn couldn’t have been more grateful.

his smile grew, “yeah?”

you roll your eyes, “don’t ruin it.”

quinn softly kisses you again, his touch gentle and full of care. it was nothing you had felt before from anyone. you felt safe and at ease with him. you were willing to give your all to him if he asked.

he pulls away, kissing along your jaw and whispering in your ear, “would never dream of it.”

you sigh, closing your eyes and leaning into his hold. he smiles to himself as he feels all tension fall from your shoulders. he could have you like this forever if you would allow him. he wasn’t sure where he stood with you, but there was no reason for him not to try.

you’re sensible. responsible.

but the second quinn hughes has his hands on you, all thoughts are thrown out the window.

this captain has you wrapped around his finger.

domestic.

you felt so.. domestic.

ever since that soft night with quinn, he has not disappointed you once. he shows up with flowers every now and then, spoiling you in kisses and cuddles. he never expected things to go further than that. it was making you confused, but you can’t say you were complaining.

until now.

you cross your arms, “if you want something with me, you better say it.”

quinn looks up from his phone from his couch as you waltz into the living room. he has a confused expression, “i- what?”

“i’m a busy woman,” you scoff, “i don’t have time to play games anymore. you either keep this casual, or you become serious with me.”

quinn wants to bite back a smile. it was proving hard because your pout was just so cute to him. quinn had never been more sure in his life before now.

“i want to take you seriously,” he starts, getting up from his couch to approach you, “i thought it was obvious?”

you roll your eyes, unwrapping your arms, “flowers and cuddles are appreciated, yes. but i need words, too.”

he loved how straightforward you were.

“yes, ma’am.” he leans down to kiss you softly, your arms automatically wrapping around his neck while his go around your waist. “i want you. not just sexually, but romantically. i need you to be my girlfriend.”

“that’s not asking,” you whisper in a teasing voice.

quinn pouts back, “will you be my girlfriend?”

you smile, “glad you finally asked.”

you pull his face into yours, kissing him with more force. he hums into the kiss, feeling the way your fingers tangle into his hair. he feels special to be the one you are choosing.

“don’t make me regret this,” you sigh between kisses, “you’re lucky.”

quinn nods in agreement, “i agree.” you chuckle as he kisses your cheek, “i will cherish you.”

“good.”

in the end, quinn kept his word. he never once disappointed you. he made sure to always make you feel special. and, as expected, he felt just as special.

months later and you both find yourself skating together. you try to teach him a few tricks, but he only makes a small fool of himself.

you wouldn’t want it any other way.

[ruinix]

you think you'd be able to write smth with pillow prince! quinn x reader by any chance? Your luke one was so so good!

Hey there, lovely. I am so happy that you liked pillow prince Lukey (here). My braincells turned into a more angst route, but don't worry you will be swooping in to save the day.

Disclaimer: This fic is in no way telling that Q gets panic attacks. This is only fiction. If you experience panic attacks, there are many ways to manage them—grounding and breathing techniques and medication. You will be okay. You can skip over the Angst. There will be a blue page-break. Only if you want to...Do whatever that pleases you, lovelies.

Sidenote, new banner format unlocked...how do we feel about it? 🥺 (Canva is a lifesaver. Like always, pictures came from Pinterest. We thank Pinterest gods.)

18+. Whore thoughts. Angst. Hurt/Comfort. Severe Panic attack (Hyperventilation, verge of passing out). Self-doubts. Smut. Pillow prince!Quinn. Dom/Sub Dynamic: Subby Quinn. Unprotected sex. ⬇️

Quinn tried so hard.

As a captain, he needed to come up with strategies on ice. As a captain, he must lead his team to victories. As a captain, he must endure. His pain didn't matter. He needed to play through gritted teeth, swallowing his groan as he pushed his muscles harder, keeping his face free from any signs of discomfort, any signs of weakness. He must be strong. He must be resilient. He must. He must.

Yet even the strongest soldiers break.

As soon as Quinn exited his car, his head was spinning. His axis tilted while he turned his front door open. He could barely locked the door as he sagged against the wall, his chest squeezing, the corners of his vision darkening and compressing closer and closer until he had no choice but to close his eyes, yet even the darkness closed in. Tighter. Squeezing him. Caging him.

Cold sweat beaded his skin. His hands trembled with the violent shivers running down his body. His heart pounded, slamming violently against the chest that felt like vise. He needed out, yet the only thing he could do was drop to the floor as he panted shallow breaths that did nothing for him. He couldn't breath, taking in a lot of air yet no oxygen reaches arteries. He gripped the front of his shirt, right over his chest. He covered his lips with his other hand.

He tried controlling his breath, tried forcing himself to breathe through nose, tried to exhale as long as he could. Yet he failed. Just like how he failed to get his team a win tonight.

He couldn't do this. No matter what he did, it didn't feel enough. If he couldn't even get his shit together, how could he lead the—

"Quinn!"

Your voice sounded far away, muted, distorted, like he was underwater while you were screaming for him, but it managed to bring him up. He opened his eyes to see you rushing towards him with a paper bag. You held it securely over his mouth and nose, gripping him by his shoulders, pushing him against the wall using your hand that clasped his.

"Breathe, Q," you said. "Match my breaths."

Quinn tried, his tears falling when he couldn't. His vision turned splotchier, tears falling down his cheeks. He was going to pass out.

"Breathe for me, Quintin," you ordered. Your voice deepened a tone as you push against his chest harder. "Breathe. For. Me."

Quinn focused. His whole being stood in attention to your words. For you, he would. One breath at a time.

Through dimmed vision, he looked on the rise and fall of your chest. When you inhaled, he inhaled. When you exhale, he did. Then you started telling him to focus.

You demanded five things he could see. His eyes, with blurry and tight vision, trailed.

Your diamond stud earrings. Your hoodie that was his. The hair clip that held all your hair. The flowers he had brought yesterday that was now on a vase. Your face, tight with worry.

He nodded. Now, you asked for four things he could touch. His hand moved.

The cold tiles of the hallway. The grout in between. The softness and firmness of your hand that gave him reassuring squeeze. The delicate skin of your cheek with wetness of your tear that fell as you blinked.

He nodded. You sought three things he could hear. His ears listened beyond his ragged breaths.

Your music blaring from the living room. Someone's dog barking through the night. Your voice as you muttered his name—firm and strong yet so afraid.

He dipped his chin. He's no longer suffocating but trapped. You urged for two things he could smell. He used his inhale beyond breathing.

The lingering smell of what you've cooked. Your soft, sweet, florally perfume.

He held your cheek. His hand was not as shaky. His heart was not beating in pain. He leaned forward, his tears rolling down his cheeks. One look from him and you knew what he needed. Still, you asked for what he could taste, before you crossed the space and pressed your lips against his.

You with the taste of caramel and fruits and mint.

A whimper escaped him as he turned desperate when you deepened the kiss your tongue moving with his, encouraging him our of the darkest corners of his mind. You've brought him out of the confines of his mind, grounding him to reality that he wasn't alone.

After a few more seconds, you gave him one final peck. You rested your forehead against his, your hands on his cheeks, fingers grazing his jaw. You settled on his lap. He could feel you shaking—not as much as he did, but you are.

But before his guilt pooled in his chest, you muttered, loud and clear, "Oh, Quinn, my sweet boy. I got you. I got all of you."

He sobbed, his tongue finally working, no longer feeling like lead in his mouth. He told you about everything. Every fucking weight settling on his fucking shoulders. Every loss that piled and cut him down. His disappointment that festered because the playoffs felt so fucking faraway. He ranted and ranted.

You listened. Your hands moved, smoothening over his chest, his shoulders, his collarbones, his cheeks. Not once did you look at Quinn like you were tired of him. You knew he needed you so you provided your touch, your comfort, your presence. He knew you understood him. He knew because you knew him more than he did. You were always his pillar. So strong as you held every piece of him while he broke into pieces. So kind as you held him firmly, waiting for him to gather up those pieces, letting him feel your weight on his lap, on his chest more than the pressure on his shoulders.

"Let it out, Q." You started humming a tune that eased his soul. "You did what you can. It's enough. You're enough, Quinn."

Before you, if someone were to tell him that, he would scoff and would beat himself further down. Being in the NHL, those words sometimes felt untrue.

Now, with you, he greedily take it in. He desperately needed to hear it.

You knew that, so you repeated those words every time he crashed down, every time he get swallowed by panic attacks as soon as he reached his home.

The only place he could be vulnerable. The only place he could just be Quinn.

Not the Canucks captain.

Not anyone.

Just Quinn.

Minutes turning into an hour. You both would stay in the entry way until his tremors stopped, until he finished crying, until all that was left was Quinn, all pieced together, all comfortable with your hands rub his back.

"Feeling better?" You asked, pressing a kiss on his neck, right on his pulse. When he nodded, you grinned at him, pride shining in your eyes. "That's my good boy."

Shiver ran down his spine. The praise has engrained itself to his needs. He could barely say anything—too exhausted—standing up because you told him to, trailing after you then sitting down on the sofa because you told him to.

He followed everything you ordered. He feel secure and content when he does so.. It felt natural. It felt good. In this home, he didn't need to put up a front. He didn't need to exhaust himself by staying in control. He only needed—wanted and yearned—to let go because he was in good hands. Your hands. You were safe. The safest in this world.

He watched you scooped soup into bowls. He wasn't blind not to see the meal you had prepared—now in containers—that should be for dinner, but you knew he never liked eating after a panic attack. You quickly put it in the fridge before you came over with the bowls. For him and you.

"Eat," you said with a smile.

The hair on his body stood. His heart was, again, pounding in his chest. Fluttering in satisfaction, instead of thundering in pain. He loved your commands. Casual. Simple. Ever since the beginning of your relationship, you were in control. Not in a controlling way, no. More in a caring and loving way. Affectionate. It made him all mushy and pliant to your wishes. Quinn yearned your control over him. So he followed. No questions. No complaints.

You started talking about your day, further removing Quinn from any more lingering thoughts of everything that weighed him down. You told him about the parcels you had to unbox, happily telling Quinn that you washed the hoodie he had requested. The more you talk, the more his lips stretched into a smile, his gaze softening, his soup emptying.

At some point, after you took your bowls, after you take of your hoodie, Quinn's eyes wandered down to your chest, to your pebbled nipples, under your thin and cropped camisole. Then down to your exposed lower abdomen as your sweatpants—his—slid an inch as you settled beside him, your arm linking with his. Despite the exhaustion, his cock stirred.

He couldn't focus on the movie you started, not when you were so close, not when he realized you weren't wearing anything under those pants, not when you leg came up, wrapping around his, fully cuddling him. He couldn't listen or see beyond you. It got harder when you settled further, your thigh grazing his fucking hard-on as you slide it upwards.

"My love," he rasped, his hands turning into fists.

You smirked, eyes travelling to meet his. You moved your thigh, letting him to feel the friction, his blood thrumming through his veins. You teased, "Does my sweet boy need something?"

"Please," he begged, needing to touch you but he knew he couldn't. Not yet. Not without your permission.

He whined when you got off him. He hated the few seconds you weren't touching, but he sighed as your hands glide over his thighs, undoing his pants, unzipping him, tugging the waistband of his boxers. His cock sprung up. So hard that he was fucking dripping with pre-cum.

"You're so hard, Q. Look at you getting yourself wet." You grinned, your eyes tracking the bead sliding down and down, licking your beautiful lips. "Oh, so messy, Q. What will I do to you?"

Quinn cursed, gritting his teeth as you lazily jerked him. He panted, lifting his hips when you moved to remove his pants.

"Such a good boy," you praised, leaning over. Your tongue glided from his base to his tip, licking away the mess he was creating on himself. "Mmhmm, you're so divine, Quinn."

"Fuck!" He could only curse, stripping his shirt, hiding his face behind his arm as he weakly jutted his hips. "Oh, please, my Love." When you licked his sensitive slit—kissing, sucking, and spitting on it—his eyes rolled up just from the sensation, from the pleasure zapping though his whole body. "Don't wanna come so quickly. Can't."

"You can, Quinn. You can." You encouraged as you jerked him harder, using both your spit and his pre-cum. "I'll take care of you, Quinn. You can let go. I have you."

He shook his head, whimpering, whining, sobbing. He didn't know how to say it. He didn't want to come in your mouth even if it felt fucking amazing. No. He wanted—

"My sweet boy forgot his words," you hummed, standing up while your hand still jerked up and down his length. Just one push on your pants, it fell off. You mounted his lap, exchanging your hand with your pussy. So fucking wet as you ride along his length. "So needy, Quinn. Next time, I need you to tell me what you want, okay, handsome?"

You gripped his wrists, guiding his hands to your hips. He grasped them with need, anchoring himself to you as you finally take his cock into your weeping pussy.

"Yes." Quinn nodded, stuttering his moans. You were so tight, so perfect around him. So wet and ready for him. "Please.. Please. Please."

"Needy boy," you whispered into his ear, nipping his earlobe, sucking it. "My sweet, perfect, needy Quinn. You feel so good. Do I feel good?"

Your praises etched themselves deeper than anything that could touch him. All he could think about was how your pussy felt, how your hands touch him so gently yet so roughly as your nails dug into his skin, making him groan from the mixed sensation of pain and pleasure.

"Yes." He cried out.

Your pussy squeezed, making him writhe. You grabbed his cheeks, kissing him. You moan into it, into his soul, as you greedily swallowed his sounds. He could feel your smile, your delight. It was crystal clear to both of you that he was utterly yours. To take. To fuck. To love. That was exactly what Quinn wanted.

When you rolled your hips, taking him deeper, he let out a loud moan, his head tipping back. He gasped, breathing choppy whines as you kissed and marked his neck.

"That's it, Q. Just let go," you moaned. "You are perfect. There's not a thing that I would change about you. My good boy."

He still tried to hold back. Pleasure wrecked down his spine, his eyes turning blurry, his heart pounding, his balls tightening. He was so desperate to hear you say that he was your good boy. Especially when you started kissing and sucking the sensitive skin where his jaw meet his ear, when you kept encouraging him to let go. He tried and tried and tried, but he was so weak.

"I got you, Quinn," you said as you let out your moan. The familiar pulses of your pussy got Quinn's resolve to break. "Let's come together. Be a good boy for me. Come."

And he did. When your words became an order, it was harder to last. You wanted him to be good, and he was. He came hard so hard that his eyes were once again rolling back. Every spurt felt like it was drawn from his very soul. His vision hazed over with a film but sharpened at the sight of your face of pleasure. Your pussy convulsed around his cock, as you let out your own shout as you crashed down with him.

You both panted, sweat dripping down your temples. It took you both minutes to recover. You laid on him, your camisole was now transparent on some places from your and his sweat. Your breaths hit each other's skin. Your lazy smiles marked your faces as much as the red-blue kiss marks you've made on his neck.

"I love you," Quinn muttered, hissing when you squeezed around him. He tucked your hair away from your face. "Thank you for bringing me back. Thank you for being here."

"I will do everything for you, Quinn." You kissed his nose. Your eyes filled with tears. "I love you, my Heart."

His eyes watered immediately from that. While he professed his love every time he calls you his Love, you always did too when you call him your Heart. It meant that if he lived, you would too. Even if one of you fell deep into the trenches, the other would always be there, helping each other to heal, to be strong, to be whole.

You were two beings with lives entwined. Until you have children or not. Until you two grew old that your backs would curve. Until your next lives.

Not one of you would let go.

Never.

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[cyberhughes]

LET ME LOVE YOU #𝒒.𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒔

𝜗𝜚˖ ࣪ ִ𐙚 summary pretending to date quinn was supposed to be simple, but as jealousy, comfort and silent longing blurs the lines of an arrangement that was meant to get his ex back, you don't know if you can keep pretending.

warnings alcohol is mentioned ONCE, mentions of a past toxic relationship, self sabotage, that's it i think! wc 761

note requested by my baby girl isa for my 500 follower celly this is literally self sabotage in it's highest form i'm #projecting. anyways i hope this lives to your standards my love... also i rewrote this three times i think help but guys i lowkey am really proud of this one i hope you all enjoy ok bye

"you don't mean that." quinn's voice was laced with dissent as it echoed through your head, and it was impossible to tell if it was the alcohol or the truth that left a bitter taste in your mouth.

but you knew it, he was right.

but he didn't need to know that.

he didn't need to know that when your plan was so close to success. it was a deal the two of you had made, you would pretend to date each other for two reasons; quinn wanted his ex back, and you wanted yours off your back. it was simple, really.

except it wasn't. it stopped being simple the moment you felt jealousy creep in every time her eyes lingered on him, just how they were supposed to. your heart wasn't meant to beat faster at the ghost of his fingertips on your waist as he held you close, seemingly searching for a reaction from her. the way you could know exactly what he was thinking just by looking in his icy eyes was anything but simple.

but it wasn't just you that felt it, and that was the hard part.

you knew quinn was falling too.

his gaze that was once only fixed on her would find itself gravitating towards you. he'd seek you out late at night, when the world was quiet and there was nothing but the feeling of your shoulders pressed side by side, would you comfort in each others presence with no words being spoken, yet everything said. he'd wrap his arms around you—not for show, but to feel you—lingering longer than he should've as her eyes burned holes in his back, but all he seemed to notice was the feeling of your heart beating with his.

he was falling too and that's what made your decision that much harder.

he was right, you didn't mean it when you whispered the words "i don't love you."

maybe it was fear, or that familiar shadow of insecurity that haunts you.

the shadow that would creep onto you, whispering all the reasons that you'd never be enough; that you could never be like her.

you'd never be able to get away from the insecurity that'd haunt you at night knowing the two of you only started because of her.

it would always lead back to her.

your plan had worked. she wanted quinn back, while your ex had found someone new so quickly that it left your stomach twisting, just as quickly as you were falling for quinn like rain falling through the cracks of a broken roof.

"you don't mean that."

you couldn't hold eye contact, knowing that your facade would break the second you did. you couldn't face him, you couldn't face the truth you had spent so long fighting.

"she wants you back, quinn. there isn't a need for us to continue this anymore." the hem of your sweater was ruined as your nervous fingers tugged at the frayed threads.

"i don't even know why you're being like this. it's obvious we have something here-"

"but we don't." your eyes flickered to his, your gut twisting at the way he looked at you, like you were both the problem and the answer.

your bottom lip was turning white from the pressure of your teeth as you tried to keep yourself together.

"why are you pushing me away?" the softness of his voice broke you, it was painfully gentle as he searched for reason. he wasn't mad, and it left you with a bittersweet feeling. he was such a contrast to your ex, who's voice would always be raised as it fought for dominance, never a hint of understanding in his tone.

quinn didn't want to fight with you.

he wanted to fight for you.

you didn't mean to let the tears fall from your eyes, but they came anyways. your ex always called you weak for crying, making you feel like your sadness was a trick to get him to apologize, as if your tears were tools and not truth.

you couldn't even hear the words that quinn was saying, as a storm of insecurity clouded your mind, but the warm and familiar feeling of his arms embracing you steadied you. his hands brushed through your hair gently, as if undoing the knots of your past.

quinn wanted to fight for you, and as you felt the low rumble of his voice grounding you, and his heartbeat syncing with yours, you knew that you didn't mean it.

you'd let him fight for you.

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[amourquinn]

( short fic ) 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌

pairing : boyfriend!quinn x fem!reader wc. 1.5k

genre : angst, fluff at the end no warnings

summary : a late-night argument forces you and quinn to confront the vulnerabilities in your relationship

「 author’s note 」 this one was inspired by the song mad by ne-yo !

the apartment was eerily silent, save for the occasional hum of the heater and the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. you tossed and turned in bed, trying to find sleep, but it refused to come. the argument with quinn earlier in the evening replayed in your mind like a broken record.

it wasn’t even a big fight—nothing earth-shattering, but the frustration lingered. it had started with something trivial, as most fights do. quinn had been stressed from back-to-back games, and you were juggling a heavy workload. his short responses had grated on your nerves, and your sharp words had only added fuel to the fire.

now, as you lay staring at the ceiling, the weight of the unresolved tension felt unbearable. quinn was on his side of the bed, his back to you, his breathing steady but not quite deep enough to suggest he was asleep either. the air between you was thick, but neither of you had made the move to bridge the gap.

with a sigh, you pushed the covers off and swung your legs over the side of the bed. the hardwood floor was cool beneath your feet as you tiptoed out of the bedroom, careful not to make too much noise. the faint glow of the kitchen light guided your steps as you made your way to the fridge.

you grabbed a glass of water, sipping slowly as you leaned against the counter, your mind still racing. the stillness of the night only amplified the ache in your chest. you hated going to bed angry with quinn, and this was no exception.

the sound of soft footsteps broke your thoughts. you turned your head to see quinn leaning against the wall, his arms crossed. his hair messy from tossing and turning, his tired eyes meeting yours. he wore a simple black t-shirt and sweats, his shoulders slightly hunched as if weighed down by something unseen.

“hey. couldn’t sleep either?” he asked quietly, his voice raspier than usual.

you shook your head, taking another sip. “no.”

for a moment, silence stretched between you. he crossed the room, opening the fridge and pulling out a water bottle. he unscrewed the cap and took a sip, his eyes glancing at you briefly before flicking away.

you leaned against the counter, arms wrapped around yourself, while he lingered by the table, his hands resting on its edge. the space between you felt impossibly large.

“about earlier…” he started, but his tone was cautious.

you shook your head, cutting him off. “quinn, i don’t want to fight right now. i’m tired.”

his jaw tightened, and you could see the effort he was putting into keeping his emotions in check. “i’m not trying to fight,” he said, his voice quieter now. “i just… i don’t like how we left things.”

you exhaled sharply, setting your glass down on the counter with more force than you intended. “neither do i, but we both said things we shouldn’t have, and now here we are, not sleeping and avoiding each other.”

quinn ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his movements. “you think i like this? i hate when we argue. i hate going to bed like this.”

“then maybe you shouldn’t have—” you stopped yourself, biting your lip to keep the words from spilling out. you didn’t want to make things worse, but the sting of his earlier comments still burned.

“shouldn’t have what?” he pressed, stepping closer. his tone wasn’t angry, just tired, like he genuinely wanted to understand.

you hesitated, looking down at the floor. “you shut me out, quinn. every time something’s wrong, you close off, and i’m left guessing. it feels like i’m fighting to get you to let me in, and tonight… tonight it just felt like you didn’t even want me to try.”

his expression softened, the tension in his shoulders easing just slightly. “that’s not true,” he said quietly. “i’m just… i don’t always know how to deal with things, okay? and i know that’s not fair to you. i know i should’ve—”

“communicated?” you interrupted, your voice sharper than you intended. “yeah, you should’ve. instead, you snapped at me like i was the problem.”

quinn flinched, guilt flashing across his face. “you’re not the problem,” he said firmly. “you never are. i just… i had a bad day, and i took it out on you. that’s on me. i’m sorry.”

the sincerity in his voice caught you off guard, and you felt your defenses start to crumble. you hated how easily he could disarm you with just a few words, but at the same time, you didn’t want to stay mad at him.

“i didn’t mean to push you,” you admitted softly. “i just… i worry about you, q. i hate seeing you like this and not knowing how to help.”

“i know,” he said, stepping closer until he was right in front of you. his hand hesitated before resting lightly on your arm. “and i’m sorry for making you feel like you can’t. i’ll try to do better, okay? i promise.”

you searched his face, looking for any sign of insincerity, but all you saw was the man you loved, tired and vulnerable, but trying.

“okay,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

the sincerity in his tone chipped away at the wall you’d built up over the evening. you bit your lip, crossing your arms over your chest. “i’m sorry too. i know you’ve been under a lot of pressure lately.”

he let out a breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly. “it’s not an excuse, though. i shouldn’t take it out on you.”

you nodded, the tension in your chest easing ever so slightly. “i just… i hate it when we fight. especially over stupid things.”

“me too,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. he set the water bottle on the counter beside your glass. “i hate the way it feels—like this distance between us.”

you looked up at him, your eyes searching his. the vulnerability in his expression softened the last bit of anger you’d been holding onto. “me too. so much.” you murmured.

for a moment, neither of you spoke. the quiet hum of the fridge filled the space, but the air between you felt lighter now. he reached out hesitantly, his hand brushing against yours where it rested on the counter. it was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes.

“let’s go back to bed,” he said softly, his thumb brushing against your knuckles.

you nodded, letting him guide you back to the bedroom. the warmth of his hand in yours was comforting, and the tension that had once felt suffocating now seemed to dissipate with each step.

once back in bed, you slipped under the covers, your back turned to him out of habit more than anything else. you felt the mattress dip as he settled in beside you, and for a moment, the silence returned.

then, slowly, tentatively, you felt his arm snake around your waist. his body pressed gently against your back, his warmth enveloping you. it was an unspoken apology, a gesture that said more than words ever could.

“i love you,” he murmured into the darkness, his lips brushing against the back of your neck. “i hate when we fight. i hate when there’s even a moment where it feels like we’re not okay.”

your chest tightened at his words, the raw emotion in his voice making your heart ache. you turned slightly, just enough to look over your shoulder at him. his eyes were soft, his expression open and unguarded.

“i love you too,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “even when we fight. even when i’m mad at you. i’ll always love you.”

a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. his arms tightened around you, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.

for a long moment, neither of you spoke. his hand rested lightly on your hip, his thumb tracing soothing circles against your skin. it was such a small thing, but it carried a quiet kind of intimacy that made your heart ache.

“go to sleep,” he whispered against your skin, his voice low and soothing. “we’re okay. i promise.”

you nodded, closing your eyes as the steady rhythm of his breathing lulled you into a sense of peace. the warmth of his embrace, the weight of his arms around you, felt like home. and even though the remnants of the argument still lingered faintly in the back of your mind, you knew they would fade with time.

© amourquinn

[jo-speaks]

I'VE GOT YOU

overview: you're having one of those days you just can't explain, but you've got quinn by your side.

warnings: honestly, i don't know. angsty + comfort all that jazz. crying, lowkey disassociating, etc.

note: very much inspired by my day today, except i don't have a quinn hughes to make it better 💔 (im good now i promise)

+ check this out if you need it 🫶🏼

It had been one of those days. 

One of those days where nothing seemed enticing, desirable. You couldn’t find a word for the way you were feeling, and it certainly didn’t help when Quinn had left due to his early 1 pm game just as you were waking up. 

The room felt cold and lonely; the blankets he had tucked you into a little tighter before leaving being the only form of comfort you could find at the moment. This feeling was strange. You weren’t upset. You didn’t want to cry. You just wanted to lay there, unmoving for the whole day. 

You couldn’t even bring yourself to reach for your phone to distract your brain for a while. Hearing the familiar buzz, you knew Quinn was sending his usual text that he always did before games. 

q: hope you’re watching, wish me luck :)

q: i love you. ❤️

The guilt that surged through you was unreal. You wanted to text him back, let him know you loved him too. You wanted to watch him do what he loved, support him even when you weren’t at the arena to see it live. Everything in your body was screaming at you to get up and turn on the TV.

But you couldn’t.

Nothing physically held you down, nothing was restricting you from reaching a short distance to the side to get the remote. Yet you just couldn’t. Your body was exhausted, but it wasn’t physical. 

You closed your eyes, hoping this feeling would go away with some more sleep. Something in your mind kept you awake, though, your eyes shooting right back open and finding a space on the wall to stare at until you were sick of it. 

Unaware of how to fix this feeling, your eyes began to water, tears quickly forming and slipping down your cheeks and onto the mattress. Soft tears quickly turned into sobs as you turned to Quinn’s side of the bed, grabbing his pillow and hugging it so tightly it could explode. The cushion muffled your cries as they fell, quickly picking up the intensity before you could stop it. 

You were so confused. Why was this flood of emotions suddenly crashing over you? What caused it? Why couldn’t you stop it?

Shifting yet again, you let go of his pillow, the scent of him adding to that sub feeling of guilt, turning back to stare at the wall as your arms wrapped around your body, holding yourself as if you’d shatter if you let go.

So lost in your own mind, hours passed by, and before you could realize it, you heard the familiar sound of the front door opening and closing, shoes slipping off and being put on the rack by the entrance. 

By now, your sobs had turned into deafening silence as you laid in the same spot, back turned to the bedroom door. 

“Sweetheart?” Quinn called out into the empty space of the living room. 

He’d noticed you hadn’t responded to his text or even opened it, but since he’d normally return home to see you perched on the couch, or in the kitchen cooking up a new recipe you’d found on Pinterest, he hadn’t thought anything of it until he was met with the echo of his own voice. 

You weren’t one to sleep in so late, and with the clock reaching five pm, his confusion shot up by a million. Before he’d start to panic, he’d enter your shared bedroom to investigate the improbable. 

However, his eyes widened slightly when he saw you lying there exactly how he’d left you this morning. His instinct was to joke around with you and see if you were just so tired from your day that you needed to lie down again. But when he saw your hands wrapped around yourself, he swore his heart broke a little. 

He was quick to be by your side, hovering above the side of the bed to find your face tear-stained, yet so blank.

“Y/N?” He kneeled down, his face now on level with yours. Your eyes were still looking past his, as if you were unaware he was even here. Yet the second his hand came up to cup your cheek, your eyes found his in an instant. 

The second you locked eyes with him, you could see the way his eyebrows furrowed slightly, confused as to what had happened. That guilty feeling came back, tears welling in your eyes again as you felt those overwhelming waves coming back to get you. The change was so sudden, Quinn barely had any time to brace himself before your eyebrows knitted together, streams of tears falling down your face, re-hydrating the stains left behind from before.

Quinn moved quickly, his hands tugging you up by the arms to hold you. The position was awkward, your legs fully extended in front of you but your upper body twisting to rest on his clothed chest. It was tight, supporting. His hand came up to hold the back of your head, the other looped around your waist. You brought a hand to hold the one he had entangled in your hair, intertwining your fingers with his as your grip tightened as if he would run away if you let go. 

Amidst his confusion, he had no intention of going anywhere until you were ready. He didn’t know what was going on, but he recognized your fragile state the second he laid eyes on you. He wasn’t trying to pry, he wasn’t going to question you; he was just going to hold you. For as long as you needed him. 

“I’ve got you, my love.” He whispered into your hair, pressing a soft kiss onto it, “I’ve got you.” 

Those words broke you further because you knew they were full of truth. He had you. When you needed him and when you didn’t, he always had you. 

His thumb rubbed slowly up and down your waist, the gentle movement soothing you more than it should. Harsh cries into his shirt turning into soft sniffles as you began to move, pulling back to look at him. You let go of his hand, letting it come around to wipe the tears off your face. 

Quinn nodded subtly – more to himself than anything – shifting you around so your legs were now wrapped around his waist. He stood up, making his way to the couch he knew you loved doing anything and everything. Sitting down, he kept you in his lap so he could look up at you and hold you comfortably. His eyes were full of worry, but you couldn’t relieve it because even you were confused as to what brought this on.

He stared into your eyes longingly, searching for answers he would never find if he didn’t ask. “Talk to me.”

You shook your head slowly, maintaining eye contact, trying to find words that seemed so out of reach. “I don’t know.”

“That’s okay.” He said sincerely, “You don’t have to know. Just tell me what you need from me so I can help.”

His words alone were enough to cause some stray tears to slip. They stopped as quickly as they started when you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, tucking your face into his neck. “Just stay with me?”

Quinn laughed softly at the words, the request sounding ridiculous to him because where else would he want to be if not with you? 

“As long as you need. I’ve got you, Y/N.”

[puckbunnyera]

Silver Spoons | Q. Hughes

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pairing: quinn hughes x reader genre: angst, fluff word count: 2.1k warnings: none summary: insecurities rise to the surface when meeting quinn's family for the first time author's note: writing is a little (very) rusty after being away for so long but i came up with this idea while listening to a song i found through tiktok. the song is silver spoons (demo) by erin lecount. definitely suggest listening to the song before or while reading to really set the tone. it can be found on soundcloud and youtube. tried to link it but it wasn't working :(.

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I stare at the house you were brought up in All the photographs and door frames are wooden I wish I'd known you when you were younger Before lovers

To say you were nervous would be the understatement of the century. Anxiety holds you tightly in her grasp and floods your mind with the dreadful thoughts that you had been trying so hard to keep away. What if they didn't like you? What if they didn't think you were good enough? What if they noticed how different you were from them? What if they thought you didn't fit into the perfect life they had created for themselves? Your thoughts were running wild and dragging your bruised heart around with them.

"You okay?" Quinn's voice soft and gentle as he slips his hand into yours.

"Yeah, of course." You give him a tight-lipped smile, hoping he won't be able to sense the internal chaos you are experiencing. He does, though. Even if he doesn't say it, you know he does because Quinn notices everything with you.

"Let's head in." He speaks, pressing a light kiss to your temple. "Can put our stuff away in the room then head out into the backyard. Everyone is already here."

"Okay." You nod, voice barely above a whisper.

As he leads you through the beautiful home he was raised in, you look around in awe at the memories held in pretty wooden picture frames hanging on the walls and sitting on tables. You can tell it was a house full of love and happiness. While it's always warmed your heart to know that the amazing man you had the luck of calling yours was the result of such a wonderful upbringing, you can't ignore the painful twinge you feel deep down.

Stepping into Quinn's childhood room, your eyes are immediately drawn to a picture, sitting on his dresser next to the door, of younger Quinn with his family sitting happily on the couch together next to a Christmas tree. The trio stand in the driveway, wearing rollerblades and holding hockey sticks, big smiles plastered on their faces. It brings a smile to your own face.

"How old were you here?" You ask Quinn as you feel him move to stand behind you after putting your bags down.

"Fourteen, maybe." He replies, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder as you both examine the photo.

"You were so cute." You speak softly, a longing feeling pulling at your heartstrings. You wished you could've known younger Quinn. When things were simple and life wasn't so complicated.

"I was? Am I not cute now?" He asks in mock offense.

"You know what I mean." You roll your eyes playfully and nudge him softly with your elbow, drawing a laugh from him.

"Come on. Let's go meet everyone." He pulls away. You instantly mourn the loss of his warmth but settle with the feeling of his fingers intertwining with yours as he pulls you out of the room.

And I bet you grew up eating at the table Fed love from silver spoons, reasons to be grateful

You feel overwhelmed the moment you step out into the backyard. Quinn's parents and brothers are already seated at the dinner table that was set up, talking and laughing. You do your best to swallow down the panic that's trying to force its way up your throat as Quinn pulls you in their direction. You're only given about thirty seconds to calm yourself before you're standing in front of them.

"Quinn!" Ellen exclaims, standing up pulling her oldest son into a warm embrace. "I'm so glad you both made it safely."

"Hey," He returns her hug before stepping back and placing a comforting hand on the small of your back. "This is Y/N. Y/N, this is my mom, Ellen, my dad, Jim, and my brothers, Luke and Jack."

"Hi, it's nice to meet you." You wave shyly, giving them the best smile you could muster amidst your inner turmoil.

"It's so nice to finally met you, too." Ellen steps closer before pulling you into a hug. You hesitate briefly before returning the unexpected affection. When she steps back and returns to her seat, Quinn leads you to the two chairs left empty for you both to sit.

"Quinn has told us so much about you. All good things, of course. It's nice to finally put a name to the face." Jim speaks once you're settled at the table.

"You as well." You blush. "I won't lie and say that haven't been nervous about this trip, but I've been wanting to meet the people who raised him to be the amazing person that he is."

"Oh, please." Ellen laughs, shaking her head. "You're making me blush. And there is absolutely nothing to be nervous about. We are so happy that you are here."

"How did Quinn manage to bag you?" Jack scoffs, a playful spark in his eyes. "I mean, just look at him. You could've done so much better."

"Like who?" Quinn glares at his brother. "You?"

"You said it, not me." Jack raises his hands in mock defense.

"Excuse my meathead of a brother. We're not all like that." Luke jokes. "It's nice to meet you, Y/N."

"You, too."

Shortly after initial greeting, food starts being passed around as everyone starts asking you questions about yourself. What do you do for a living? How did you meet Quinn? How is life in Vancouver? Where did you grow up? The questions seem endless, but you answer them with kindness and grace, mentally patting yourself on the back for managing to keep composure under the pressure you were feeling. As the dinner goes on, the tension in you eases, and you're able to genuinely laugh and smile. It's clear in how comfortable everyone is that this is just another evening dinner for them. Something that they've obviously spent years doing.

I spilt the good wine, I panicked A disaster, a knee-jerk reaction Then everyone around us starts laughing Is that how it's supposed to happen?

"Hey, Y/N?" Luke calls from across the table. "Could you pass me the bread basket?"

"Of course." You smile, picking it up to simply hand it to him. If only life was that easy for you. You watch in horror as the wine bottle in the middle of the table topples over, spilling the dark red liquid onto the white tablecloth. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" You jump up from your seat, grabbing napkins and throwing them over the mess. Tears threaten to spill as embarrassment floods through you.

"Baby, it's okay." Quinn stands to help you.

"Let me go grab some more napkins." Ellen rises from her hand and heads into the house. Once the mess is cleaned everyone settles back in at the table.

"I'm really sorry." You apologize again.

"It's no big deal." Jim shrugs it off with a chuckle.

"Are you sure? I can pay you back. That looked really expensive."

"It's okay, Y/N. Really." Ellen shakes her head.

A warm hand slide across your thigh, squeezing gently and settling your bouncing leg that you hadn't even realized was moving in the throes of your anxiety. He leans over and presses a comforting peck against to the side of your head.

"Definitely not the worst thing to happen at the dinner table." Luke laughs. "One time, Jack and Quinn got into and spilt a whole pot of soup. It got everywhere."

"I completely forgot about that." Jack gasps, laughing at the memory that has resurfaced. And like that, the wine incident is forgotten and everyone moves on.

We're the product of love that we do not receive I'll corrupt every branch of this family tree --- Silver spoons and butter knives Living hand to mouth, I'm getting by Just feed me love and give it time Oh, maybe in another life

After dinner, you and Quinn make your way up to his room to turn in for the night. As you move through the motions of getting dressed into your sleepwear, a pair of sleep shorts and one of Quinn's shirts, your mind has taken you elsewhere. Everything has been going well, but you can't help but feel a sense of sadness. And a little bit of guilt. Sadness at the fact that you are clearly an outsider in the perfect family that Quinn belongs to. Happiness and love seem to come so easy for them, but your life has been so different, and it shows.

You grew up in a home where love was conditional. It wasn't given unless you gave something in return that benefited the other person. Your parents weren't the type to ask you how your day was. They didn't show up to support you at school events or hold you when you were feeling down. When you made little mistakes here and there, you were treated as if you committed the crime of the century. Yelling and cursing were a common occurrence. Show of emotions and shed tears were met with eye rolls and ridicule. You spent your life walking on eggshells around the people who were supposed to love you. You learned to only depend on yourself, trust no one, and expect absolutely nothing from everyone. Until Quinn, and that's where the guilt comes in. Guilt for wishing you'd had better parents than the ones you had. Guilt for wishing your life had been different. Guilt for being ungrateful when your life could have been worse. Guilt for being imperfect in the presence of those who seemed to have it all. It was eating away at you and you didn't know how to make it stop.

"Babe?" Quinn calls, voice quiet and cautious as he approaches you.

"Hmmm?"

"Where did you go?" He strokes your cheek softly and carefully with the back of his fingers.

"Sorry. It's nothing." You shake your head, crawling into your side of the bed and laying down.

"Talk to me." He lays down beside you, turning to face you. "Somethings wrong. You forget how good I've gotten at reading you."

"Nothing's wrong, but that's the problem." You sigh, caving in. Knowing that you can't hide anything from him.

"I'm confused."

"Tonight's been absolutely amazing. Your family is amazing and perfect. You are amazing and perfect."

"But?"

"But I feel like I don't belong here. I feel like we come from too different worlds. This life you live, and the relationship you have with your family is completely for to me." You release a shaky breath as the tears you held in all night slowly start to cascade down your cheeks. "And I'm scared that I'll just end up corrupting it somehow. You are the most amazing thing to ever happen to me, and I don't want to fuck this up, but it feels like it's inevitable. Bound to happen eventually."

"You could never fuck this up." He lifts a hand to softly brush away your tears. "You've told me that your home life was never the greatest, but don't do this. Don't compare yours to mine and make yourself feel like you've done something wrong. You haven't done anything wrong. What happened has clearly hurt you in ways that I could never understand, but don't let it define you. You might not see it, but to me, you are perfect just the way you are."

"I just want to be good enough for you."

"You are good enough for me. More than enough. I wish you could see that." He sighs, leaning forward and kissing you softly. "I making a promise to you that I will spend every day showing you that and proving it to you until you start to see it for yourself. I know it will take time, but that's fine with me. Because this. Us. Is end game. You are end game for me."

"You are too patient with me."

"And you aren't patient enough with yourself. It's okay though because I have enough patience for the both of us."

"I don't deserve you."

"It's the other way around, sweet girl." He pecks your nose. "I love you."

"I love you, too." You curl into him, pressing as close to him as you can.

"Now sleep." He wraps his arms tightly around you. "I'm pretty sure my mom has put together a whole itinerary of things for us to do tomorrow so you'll need the rest." He chuckles.

"Goodnight, Quinny." You murmur, sleep ready to whisk you away.

"Goodnight, my love."

[puckinghischier]

Going off the exes to lovers w/ Quinn…

You guys are still in the same friend group so sometimes you still have to see each other during gatherings or in passing and it’s just little things that Quinn does or says that makes you realize you never fell out of love with him. Like he knew you were coming out on the boat for the day with them so he stocked up on your fav snacks to put on the boat. Or maybe he heard you were sick from his brothers so he insta carts stuff to your house. Just things that makes it blatantly obvious that he still cares.

oh he’s using every opportunity. you drank too much and need a ride home from the bar? he stopped drinking the second you ordered your third drink.

you mention in a gc you’ve been craving a certain type of food? it shows up at your door in an hour.

your friend mentions that you’ve been feeling homesick lately? your parents, somehow, mysteriously, found the money in their budget for a couple of place tickets to see you.

he would be so subtle, so nonchalant with it you don’t even notice until you look back. it’s like he never left. he’s always just…there. waiting.

it’s not like the two of you had some big, blow out break up. it was more so like you still loved him, but you needed to love yourself more. so you’re still friendly. you still speak when in groups together and you still frequent games.

but it’s like his presence in your life never really faltered, even though the absence is what you said you needed.

so one day, when you pretended to order drinks, you noticed the way his glass stayed empty as long as yours stayed full. you mentioned in a gc without him you were craving italian food, and for once, it never showed up.

you kept noticing all the things he was still doing for you, and against your will, your resolve cracked. you knew he loved you, and you still loved him, but you figured he’d quit paying attention after awhile.

but he never did.

and when you confronted him about it? well…he didn’t even deny any of it. he admitted to it like he was saying the sky was blue, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“well, why would i stop? you need someone to look after you, and i don’t trust anyone else to do it, so why stop doing what i love for who i love?”

his words were like a punch to your gut, because why, why couldn’t he have just said those things when you two were together?

“quinn, it’s not that simple. you just weren’t…there.”

that? saying he was never there? that made him angry. because while he may not have been physically there, he was always there.

“that’s bullshit. that’s bullshit and you know it. yeah, i might not have been able to be with you all the time, but don’t ever fucking tell me i wasn’t there, y/n, because i’ve always only ever been there.”

he points to your chest as he says it. his outburst surprises you, but it makes you think.

yeah, maybe he was gone all the time, but somehow your car always stayed cleaned and serviced, without you even realizing. maybe he was in a different country most of the time, but there was never a lack of fresh flowers in your apartment. maybe he wasn’t able to be on his phone all the time, but your voicemail was never empty, sweet recordings littering the inbox.

so yeah, maybe he wasn’t always there, but he was never really absent, was he?

as you stand there looking at a red faced and angry, but mostly hurt, quinn, you think…maybe he’s always meant to be there, clouding your thoughts and filling the ache in your chest you forced him to leave.

[43qh]

is this forever? (m)

quinn hughes x fem!reader

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: unprotected sex, soft and sweet!

word count: 2.4k

summary: love is so many different things.

love is a consumption.

you’re convinced it consumes you more than anything else. when you look at quinn, there’s nothing left in your body but love for him. when he has those distressed eyes, you make sure to clear them up. the crinkle in his forehead disappears around you.

when it came to offseason, quinn couldn’t keep his eyes and hands off of you. he was victim to the way you felt in his arms. he considered nothing more perfect.

with you below him, undressed, all for his taking. he couldn’t contain himself. your moans were a calling for him to keep going. each thrust making him sweat a little bit more. buried deep inside you like he was made for you. like you were made for him.

he whispers softly in your ear, “feels so much better than my hand.” he huffs when you clench around him. he wants to savor this moment. “you’re so tight, so warm.”

the sounds you make is music to his ears. it sounds like love to him. quinn was a love maker, you knew that all too well. there were times when he got a bit rough, no complaining on your end. but he was made for this kind of intimacy.

quinn was a lover.

quinn was your lover.

his thrusts were slow, deep. his breaths were uneven at the feeling of you wrapped around him. you could hear the occasional groan and whimper come from him when you clawed at his back a little harder, or when you wrapped your legs around his back to pull him closer. he can’t stop from falling to his elbows at the sensation, falling weak to you.

he groans in your ear, listening to your moans like they’re prayers. “close?” he was out of breath, unable to form a full sentence.

you nod, sweat collecting at the brim of your forehead, “yes, yes, quinn.”

quinn can’t stop his hips from picking up pace at the declaration. he lives for the way you moan his name, the tightening in his chest driving him crazy.

when you cum around his cock, it feels like a chain reaction. he can’t stop the way he cums with you, the way he fills you up to the brim with belated breaths.

the air felt hot and heavy as the both of you calm down, hearts beating in sync like the two of you were one person.

“i love you.” he looks over at you, tilting his head and kissing your cheek.

you hum, “i love you, quinn.”

he kisses your shoulder, “let’s clean up.”

love is time consuming.

not in a bad way.

your thoughts sway back and forth to quinn in everything you do. you make coffee, and the way he likes his coffee comes forth. when he’s gone, you think of how warm he feels laying next to you. you iron his clothes and think about how he looks inside them.

when you hear your phone ring, you know it’s quinn. no one else calls you so consistently the way he does.

“beautiful,” he greets, his voice a little rugged.

“handsome,” you greet back, a smile on your face. you clutch your phone a little tighter in anticipation as he continues on about his day and what he had accomplished. it was routinely when he wasn’t home. it was enough for you.

you could see the furrow in his brows in your mind. the way his lips looked when he talked. the way he would lick them in between sentences. the way he would try to stretch his back.

maybe you knew his habits all too well.

“i can’t wait to come home.” he huffs, and you hear him laying back on a bed.

you sit on the living room couch of your shared house, “i can’t wait either.”

you knew quinn was smiling, “i love you, gorgeous.” his voice grew softer.

you closed your eyes and just listened, “i love you too, quinny.”

he grunts at the nickname, but says nothing about it. there’s a long pause between the two of you. as if you were both just enjoying the company of one another, even if it was over the phone.

you open your eyes and look at the time, realizing just how late it must be for him. “you should sleep.”

quinn huffs, “miss you.”

you smile and bite your lip, “i miss you, too. but i’ll be here tomorrow.”

quinn can’t stop the smile that droops on his sleepy features, “promise?”

“promise.”

“goodnight then, angel.” he yawns.

you smile again, “goodnight, quinn.”

the hang up feels dreadful, but your mind is consumed with the way he talked to you for the rest of the night.

his voice, the way you imagined him sprawled on the bed, his soft words.

quinn will always be on your mind. time and time again.

love is beautiful.

quinn wasn’t the type for slow dancing. but when it was just the two of you, dancing alone to the faint sound of a love song, he couldn’t help the way his heart swelled from the feeling of you in his arms.

love songs reminded him of you. you looked so graceful, a small smile playing on your face as you look at him. he feels the way your hands clasp tighter around his neck, and he smiles back.

his hands rest lovingly along your waist, swaying the two of you back and forth and around the room. quinn wouldn’t do this for anyone else. you had him in your grip tighter than you thought.

“you’re a good dancer,” you state, tilting your head in curiosity.

he loves the way your eyes shine under the faint light of the lamp in the room, “you’re better.”

quinn spins you around before pulling you flush against him. your chest pressed against his, breaths labored as he stops for a second to admire you.

you’re both in pajamas, and you want to think about how ridiculous this must look, but you honestly didn’t care. the way quinn was looking at you felt like you were the most beautiful woman on earth. and he believed that.

“you’re so beautiful,” he whispers, starting to sway again, but never loosening his hold on you.

you lick your lips, eyes curious and wide, “so are you.”

quinn grins at the side of his mouth, noticing how nervous you were from the close contact. he loved how he could still bring out these kinds of reactions from you, even after being together for almost two years. he would be lying to himself if you didn’t make him react the same way. he can feel the shivers down his spine when you run your fingers through his hair in a soft, loving way.

quinn can’t stop himself from kissing you. his lips move in a languid way that makes your skin light up in a blaze. you almost feel hot, his fingers grasping at your waist with more fervor.

he loves the way you moan in his mouth, the sound vibrating through his body and making him deepen the kiss. he couldn’t resist you even if he tried.

at this point, the dancing has come to a full halt. the two of you more focused on feeling one another. you tug on his hair a bit, making him groan and pull away with wet lips.

“couldn’t resist you,” he gasps, looking at you with a goofy smile.

you giggle softly, and quinn can feel the way his heart picks up at the sound, “i couldn’t either.”

quinn could live this way forever.

love is patience.

quinn huffs as he slowly slides inside of you. and you lick your lips, looking up at him with a gorgeous glint in your eyes. it would be so romantic if only he didn’t want to completely ruin you. make a mess of your makeup.

you look at him with deer eyes, bright and wide. he lets out a small groan, eyes turning lidded at the sight of you as he bottoms out inside you. he patiently waits for you to adjust, basking in your glory. watching the way sweat starts to form on your forehead. he smiles to himself at the way he can get you so worked up with such little effort. you were truly made for him.

“tell me to move,” he says it in more of a question than a statement. you nod your head, signaling for him to move. he can’t help himself from pulling back to where only the tip of his cock sits inside you, before slamming back into you. the gasp that leaves your lips is worth it.

he sighs, leaning down to press his lips against your shoulder, earning a whine as a prize. he can hear you perfectly in this angle. your moans and gasps going straight into his ear. he closes his eyes in a flurry of bliss. the way you tighten around him as he slowly rocks his hips against your own makes him go almost mad.

he can’t stop the way his hips pick up in pace. he wants to make this last, he wants to listen to you beg for more. his prayers are answered as you whine, “quinn, please, more.” your breaths are shaky and sharp.

quinn licks his own lips, smirking to himself. “wanna make this last, baby.”

you writhe below him, making him groan as he feels the way you tighten up and take him in more. he places a hand on your hip, pushing you back down and tsking at you.

“where’s my good girl, huh?” quinn chastises, making your whines louder and louder. he soaks it in, before finally giving you what you want. he figures you’ve been patient enough. plus he was starting to lose his own patience.

he thrusts into you with feverish pace, making goosebumps form on your skin. “oh, god.”

he smiles, leaning back to look down at you and the way your eyes roll into the back of your head like you’ve seen god. he loves the way you gasp his name, telling him how good he feels. his cock twitches when you tighten up around him even more. his pace is turning brutal and he can no longer help himself.

“atta girl,” he whispers, “take it like a good girl.”

that was your undoing. you couldn’t help it. his voice was a mixture of loving and raspy. it made your inside tingle and your pussy clench around him. your back rises up to his chest as he finishes alongside you, his cum seeping inside you. you gasp one last time, out of breath.

“fuck,” quinn groans.

you smile, hands grabbing his shoulders and pulling him down for a kiss. “so good.”

quinn smiles in the kiss.

the patience is always worth it.

love is forgiving.

“i told you, quinn. it’s okay.” you look at him with soft eyes. quinn pouts at you.

“you said you wanted to go out to dinner tonight.” he sighs, sitting on the edge of the bed.

you shake your head with a smile on your lips, “no, no. i just want to be with you.”

you and quinn had reservations but an emergency came along and he didn’t make it home in time. he was so frustrated with himself, he felt a heavy weight in his chest. that was until you came along and eased his worries.

“i promise, quinn. there are so many more dinners left in our lifetime.” you sit beside him and kiss his cheek. he looks at you with apologetic eyes before kissing you slowly and softly on the lips.

“i don’t deserve you.” he whispers against your lips before kissing you again, raising a hand to your face to pull you closer.

you smile and pull away, looking into his eyes with a sparkle, “other way around, my love.”

he shakes his head, his hair shaking with him. “hush.”

he kisses your lips again, apologies lying within them.

he could never understand how accepting and loving you always were. and little did he know, you thought the same way he did.

love is forever.

quinn rubs his sweaty hands on his pants. he feels the heavy weight of the ring in his pocket. he’s waiting for you to come home. he doesn’t want to waste time the second you walk through the door, but he knows it’s best to wait for good things to come along.

he smiles and kisses you, embracing you in a hug. you exchange the hug, hanging your purse beforehand. you smile at him, nothing out of the ordinary for you.

you look into his eyes and see the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen. he looks and sees the same.

you look around and notice that dinner is already prepared for the two of you. you raise and eyebrow, “hm? dinner?”

quinn nods, licking his lips in anticipation, “yeah, thought i’d spoil you.”

you smile and kiss his cheek, “thank you, sweetie.”

he bites back a smile, but you can see it nonetheless. you walk to the table, looking at the array of food. “wow, this must have taken-”

you’re cut off when you turn around to a quinn hughes with one knee on the floor. you gasp, hand raising to your mouth. it felt like something out of a movie. your eyes were welling up with tears.

“my sweet, gorgeous girlfriend,” he starts, “this might sound so cliché, but the moment my eyes laid on your own, i knew you were going to be the one for me. i adored you the second we spoke, and fell in love the first time we kissed. i have many flaws. and i want to be able to share my future with you for the rest of our lives.” he opens the ring box, “will you marry me? make me the happiest man to ever live?”

you just nod, holding out your ring finger as you cry happy tears. you want to respond to everything he has said, but the most you can do is raise him to his feet as fast as possible and kiss him. the ring looks absolutely beautiful on you, shining under the light of the dining room lights.

“yes,” you whisper between kisses, “of course yes, quinn.”

quinn is the luckiest man alive.

quinn is ready for forever. and so are you.

a/n: so sorry for the long wait. and i’m sorry if it doesn’t live up to the anticipation. love you!

[rowdyluv]

needed you - qh43

summary: y/n has an intense fear of storms, particularly the incessantly loud rumbling thunder.

word count: 3.4k

notes: @sweetestdesire request for a a quinny fic. “You’re really scared of some thunder? C’mere.” turned out to be angsty but soft quinn

warnings: use of y/n, tense, angst, may induce stress, soft quinn,

"See ya, guys! Thanks for the fun night in," Y/n called out to her friends as they filed out the door, their laughter and chatter echoing down the hallway. She waved goodbye, feeling a bit relieved that the party had wound down. The quiet was a welcome change from the earlier clamor of games and gossip. The apartment was left in a gentle mess, but the warm glow of friendship lingered in the air.

Y/n stretched while she yawned and began to clean up, her mind wandering to Quinn. She knew he was out with the team, but she had hoped he'd be home sooner. The thought of his strong arms around her, calming her raging thoughts through the impending storm, brought a smile to her face and a bit of ease to the sickness winding in her stomach. As she packed away the last of the snacks, she glanced out the window. The night was still, the moon casting a serene light over the cityscape. She couldn't wait to crawl into bed and cuddle up with him, sharing stories about their respective evenings.

Meanwhile, at the bar, Quinn sat in the middle of a booth between Brock and Petey, his shoulders slumped and his eyes glazed over from the beers. The laughter of his teammates washed over him, but he couldn't find the energy to join in. He checked his phone again, noticing it was already 12:30 AM. He had promised Y/n he'd be home early tonight, but the guys had talked him into a few more drinks. He felt a twinge of guilt, but he never truly goes out so maybe just this once it should be okay to be selfish.

“Huggy put your phone down! We’re here to have fun.” Garland slurs from the other end of the table.

Quinn nodded and slid his phone into his pocket. He knew he had to stop checking it every few minutes. It was getting late and Y/n was probably worried, but he didn’t want to dampen the mood with his own anxieties. He took a deep breath and tried to push the feeling aside, focusing instead on the raucous laughter around him. The bass of the music pounded through the bar, making the floor vibrate beneath his feet. It was the kind of music that demanded you to either get up and dance or get lost in the rhythm, and for a brief moment, he let it consume him.

Back at the apartment, Y/n stood in their kitchen with shaking hands, the weather gradually getting worse was setting her nerves on edge. The wind had picked up outside, whipping against the windows like a crazed lover. Rain had started to patter down, a prelude to the storm that had her heart racing. She took a deep breath and tried to convince herself that Quinn was just stuck in traffic or had lost track of time. He'd be home soon, she thought, trying to reassure herself. But the silence of his unanswered texts and calls was deafening.

Her eyes darted around the room, searching for something to do, anything to distract her from the storm brewing outside and the one building inside her chest. She settled on making a cup of tea, her hands trembling as she filled the kettle and placed it on the stove. The gentle hiss of the gas flame igniting filled the room, but it did little to calm her nerves. As the water heated, she checked her phone again, willing it to buzz with a message from Quinn. Nothing. The wind howled, and the rain grew heavier, now pounding against the windows.

“Maybe if I call him?” She thought out loud. The clock read 1:10 AM as she dialed the number she knew by heart.

“Hey, you’ve reached Quinn, leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can!” His voice, though much younger and recorded, brought a bit of comfort, but not enough to ease the two storms brewing. The one in her and the one outside. She took a deep breath and began to leave a voicemail, her voice shaky but steady.

“Hey, Quinny, it’s me. Hope you’re having fun with the guys. Uhm just wanted to let you know that the storm is starting to get pretty intense out there... I’m sure you guys are fine and just having a good time. Call me when you get this, okay? I…just mi—want to know you’re okay. I love you, bye!” She hung up before she could say anything else that might betray her fear.

1:30 AM.

The bar was getting louder, the air thick with the scent of stale beer and sweat. Quinn leaned back in the booth, his arms folded tightly across his chest. The music was a cacophony of beats and shouts that didn't quite drown out the thunderous pounding of his own thoughts. His eyes scanned the table, finding his teammates passed out, their heads resting in a pool of spilled drinks and crumbs. He had never felt more out of place, yet he stayed to make sure these morons made it home.

If Quinn knew anything in that moment it was for sure that he’d be getting them back at practice this week.

Back at the apartment, Y/n's trembling grew more pronounced with each passing minute. She couldn't ignore the storm anymore. It had started as a gentle whisper, a hint of rain against the windows, but had escalated into a full-blown symphony of thunder and lightning. Her heart hammered in her chest, each peal of thunder sending shockwaves through her body. She curled up on Quinn's side of the bed, her phone clutched tightly in her hand, the cold screen a stark contrast to her clammy palms. The scent of his cologne still lingered on the pillow, faint but comforting. She buried her face in it, breathing him in, willing him to appear through the door.

��One more call? No that’s to creepy clingy girlfriendy.. But he likes clingy girlfriendy y/n..’

Her thoughts swirled in a tornado of doubt and fear. Finally, she gave in, hitting the call button with trembling fingers. The line rang once, twice, three times, before she heard his voice, a recorded message that didn’t ease the ache in her chest this time. She took a deep breath, trying to keep the panic from seeping into her voice.

“Quinn, it’s me again. The storm is really bad out here. The lights are flickering, and I’m so scared. I know you’re busy, but I need you. I know you said you’d be home early, and I trusted you. Please, come home soon. I’m not okay without you here with me, especially when it’s like this. I love you so much, and I just want to be safe with you. Call me, text me, anything. I need to know you’re okay. I’m just—I’m really scared, Quinn. I’m sorry, I know I sound desperate, but I can’t help it. I need you right now. Please come home soon. Uhm bye,” she whispered into the void, the weight of her words hanging in the silent apartment like the eye of the storm.

The phone remained eerily silent, the screen a cold, unyielding barrier to the warmth she craved. She sent one more text, a simple heart emoji, and hoped that somehow, it would be enough to break through the barrier holding him hostage from his phone.

With each flash of lightning, the shadows from the windows grew more menacing, reaching in like skeletal fingers to pluck at her already frazzled nerves. Y/n couldn't take it anymore. She grabbed her fleece blanket and bolted from the bedroom, her bare feet slapping against the cool hardwood floor, and dashed into the ensuite bathroom. The only room in the apartment that didn't have windows and hopefully wouldn’t make her feel claustrophobic. The bathroom was a small sanctuary of porcelain and tile, the scent of mint and the hum of the extractor fan a stark contrast to the tempest outside. She locked the door behind her, creating a barrier between her and the storm, but it didn't help. She could still hear the thunder rumbling like a displeased giant, each boom echoing through the walls and reverberating the foundation of the building.

Her phone, now a silent sentinel of her fear, remained in her hand. She checked it again, hoping against hope that she had missed a call or a text. The screen remained dark, cold, and unchanged. Her heart sank, the weight of loneliness pressing down on her chest like a lead blanket. 'Why isn’t he answering?' Her thoughts screamed. She knew he wasn’t the type to ignore her, especially when she was scared. Maybe his phone died, or maybe he was too busy, but the doubt was eating her alive.

Quinn's head snapped up, the sound of his ringtone piercing through the buzz of the bar dwindling down. He fumbled in his pocket, pulling out his phone to see Y/n's name flashing on the screen. He had missed a couple calls and quite a few texts from her, each one more frantic than the last. His heart sank as he saw the time, 2 AM. He quickly stood up, knocking over Petey, who fell into Dak, in his haste. Which worked out in his favor as he had to walk over them. The room filled with fuzzy stars for a moment, a reminder of the drinks he too had consumed. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He wasn’t driving, so he ordered up an Uber home.

As he waited, Quinn felt his stomach twist into knots. He knew how much Y/n hated storms and here he was, leaving her alone to face it. He had promised to be there for her, and now she was probably terrified out of her mind. He scrolled through the texts, each one a silent plea for him to come home. He read the last one, her voice echoing in his mind. "I'm really scared, Quinn." He cringed, feeling like a complete asshole for not being there for her.

The Uber pulled up, and Quinn practically threw himself into the backseat, slamming the door shut behind him. The driver looked at him in the rearview mirror, the concern clear in his eyes. "You okay, buddy?"

Quinn nodded, trying to ignore the guilt that clawed at him. He fumbled with his phone, finally managing to play the voicemails. Y/n's voice filled his ear, each word a dagger to his heart. "The storm is really bad out here," she whispered, and he could almost feel the tremble in her voice. "The lights are flickering, and I’m so scared." The sound of her sobs grew louder, the thunder outside seeming to sync with her cries. Quinn wasn’t afraid of much, so he didn’t quite understand his girlfriend’s fear over storms. It could be because she didn’t care to say why she’s scared, and he wasn’t going to press her. It’s evident they bother her, and it’s enough for him to be the support she needs.

Until he’s not.

The bathroom door rattled in its frame as the storm outside reached a crescendo. Lightning flashing under the space between the door and the floor. Y/n had never thought that lightning was the scary part of storms, it has always been the thunder that had driven her to seek refuge in someone, something, someplace. She wasn’t quite sure why the deep, resonating booms always managed to succeed in getting her so worked up.

Maybe when she was younger it was because she had always associated them with crawling in bed with her parents or if the power went out they would gather in the living room to play games in the candle light. Until the day every thing just up and changed. No one was there to help her weather the storm, figuratively or literally.

Maybe now it’s because she has grown accustomed to associating thunderstorms with Quinn's soothing touch and whispers, telling her that everything would be okay. That with him, he would never let anything happen to her. He, who had become her anchor in the storm, was nowhere to be found.

The Uber ride home was a blur of neon lights and puddles reflecting the chaos of the storm. Quinn's mind was racing, his thoughts tangled with guilt and fear for Y/n. He had never been the one to break a promise, especially not one so important to her. He had to get home, had to hold her and tell her it was okay, even if he didn’t believe it himself.

The car pulled up to the apartment complex, and Quinn dashed out into the rain. The cold droplets stung his skin, sobering him up as he sprinted towards the building. The lights in the hallway flickered as he panted up the stairs, the thunder now a constant drumroll in his ears. His hand shook as he inserted the key into the lock, the sound of the tumblers clicking into place echoing through the empty corridor.

He burst into the apartment, the door slamming against the wall. "Y/n!" he called out, his voice strained with worry. The living room was dark, except for the TV screen flickering with a muted news broadcast. Rainwater dripped from his hair, tracing a path down his forehead and into his eyes. He wiped it away, his heart racing as if he had just played a full hockey game. Quinn let out a heavy breath before he hurried upstairs towards their bedroom.

Reaching the bedroom door, he carefully pushed it open. The sight that greeted him was not what he expected. The bed, usually a bastion of order and comfort, was a writhing mess of blankets and pillows. It was clear she had been restless, her fear probably keeping her from finding any semblance of peace. But she wasn’t there. The room was empty except for the ghosts of his guilt and her fear. He flipped on the lights, the sudden brightness piercing the gloom, revealing the chaos of his side of their now empty bed.

Quinn's eyes searched the room, looking for any clue as to where she could be. That’s when he heard it. A muffled sound, faint but unmistakable. Sniffles, coming from the bathroom. He approached the closed door, the thunder outside giving way to the quiet that follows, as if the storm was holding its breath. He placed his hand on the cool wood, feeling the vibration of the storm's power through it. "Y/n?" he called out as softly as possible.

The sniffles grew quieter, almost as if she was trying to control her cries. She stepped out of her place of refuge enough to unlock the door, she then quickly retreated back to her previous position. She was curled up in the bathtub, her knees to her chest, her chin perched on her knees, her eyes red and puffy from crying.

Quinn’s heart broke when he saw her like this. He had never seen her so scared, so vulnerable. He approached her slowly, not wanting to startle her further. "Hey," he said softly, reaching out a hand to touch her shoulder. But she jerked away from his touch, her body stiff and face showing no emotion.

He dropped to his knees, the one desperate for her attention now.

"Y/n, baby, I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice filled with genuine concern. "I had no idea it was this bad." He took a step closer, the scent of rain and alcohol mingling with the faint minty scent of their bathroom. He wished he could take away her fear, absorb it into himself so she didn't have to feel it anymore.

"You promised me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You promised me, I would never be alone again with no warning, no explanation beforehand. You promised you’d be home early." She choked back a cry on the last part, her eyes glued to the faucet, watching the droplets of water fall into the tub. Quinn shattered into a trillion pieces. He had promised all of that. No apology will be enough to make any of this better, he accepted that, but he had to at least try.

"I know," he began, his voice thick with regret. "I fucked up, Y/n. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you, I didn't mean to leave you like this." He paused, willing her to look at him, to see the pain in his eyes that mirrored hers. "You're my entire world, you're everything to me. I'd never want to cause you pain, especially not when you're already scared." He tried reaching for her again, this time to push her hair back and combing his fingers through her hair. He left his hand cradling her head.

"Garland told me to put my phone away," he murmured, his voice low and tight. "And before I knew it, Brock was pretty drunk and Petey was extremely wasted. I had a few myself. The music was so loud that the bass kept me from feeling the vibrations of my phone, and I lost track of time. With them so wasted, I felt I needed to make sure they got home okay, but when I finally checked my phone.” Quinn paused swallowing down the knot in his throat “and I discovered your calls and all the messages I left." His words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of his guilt. "I know it doesn’t account for the fact I should have checked my phone way before, I should have come home earlier like I had promised."

Y/n felt the anger and fear melt away with each of his words. She knew the guys could be a handful. What group of hockey players weren’t a handful? She didn’t want to add anymore to his burden of guilt. She leaned into his hand, the warmth of his touch sending waves of comfort through her. "Can we go cuddle now?" She asked him shyly, her voice still shaky. The storm outside was slowly calming down, but the tempest in her chest raged on. She needed him, needed his warmth and his words of comfort to soothe her. Quinn quickly wiped the shocked look from his that was slapped on the moment cuddle now fell from her lips.

“C’mere pretty girl.” Quinn grins as he lifts her from her bathtub refuge. “I will never pass up an opportunity to cuddle with you.” He softly places her down on her side of the bed, walking to his dresser to grab himself a set of dry clothes, finally. “I’ll be right back to you.”

Y/n nods into his chest, watching him retreat back into the bathroom. She takes a deep breath, the fear of losing him subsiding more and more with his touch. She grabs the first t-shirt she can find from his drawer, pulls it over her head and wraps it around herself like a cocoon. She crawls into bed, able to relax this time around when lying down.

When Quinn returns, freshly changed into a dry shirt and sweatpants, the sight of her in his shirt brings a warm smile to his face. He slides into bed next to her, pulling her close so that they are face to face. Fitting together as if they were made for each other. She feels the warmth of his body seep into hers, the steady thump of his heart beneath her palm as she lays her hand flat on his chest. The rhythm of it soothing her like a lullaby.

"I could feel and listen to your heart all day, just to know you’re okay," she mumbles into the fabric of his shirt, her voice muffled but clear enough for him to hear. He pulls her in tighter, a silent acknowledgement. A low rumble of thunder in the distance happens and he rubs his hand soothingly over the back of her head.

Quinn whispers, "I’m making you a new promise, pretty girl. I promise from here on out I will not be going out when storms are predicted. Only exceptions of course are those to do with work. Unless it’s just the guys wanting to go out, that is not work related.” Y/n didn’t speak, to exhausted to form words just nodded her head in acknowledgment before dozing off.

He watched her for a few minutes, grateful to be holding her in his arms. The thought of her curled up in the tub, terrified, was a knife in his chest. He had never meant to cause her this much pain. He kissed the top of her head reveling in her soft breaths as she slept before whispering what’s been on his mind since his shower to her sleeping form. “I noticed you didn’t end your second voicemail with an ‘i love you’ or now before falling asleep…we’ve always made a point to make sure the other knows, regardless of how bad the argument was. I know you aren’t hearing this because you’re asleep but it’s easier to say it now than looking in your eyes tomorrow and watching tonight all over. I just really hope you know how much I love you.”

“Good gracious, you forget and he gets all sappy. Yes Quinny I love you. I love you. I love you.” In between each ‘I love you’ was a peck on the lips.

Quinn couldn’t help but laugh, the sound low and warm, like a quiet summer night. He pulled her closer, the storm outside now just a faint memory, the rain had turned to a gentle pitter-patter. He kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose and finally her lips, feeling the tension of the night slip away with each touch.

"You know you're going to have to repeat that when I’m fully awake, right?" She mumbled falling right back asleep.

“That is perfectly fine, I’ll be right here next to you whenever you’re ready.” Quinn closed his eyes and was soon asleep as well.

A night of two tales, Quinn is lucky it worked out for him and happy he’s able to keep his girl.