#quinn hughes drabble

[prettytoxicrevolver]

21 and Quinn

You stand in the living room of the Hughes summer home, staring at Quinn as he hugs his parents goodbye.

You still had another week or so before you had to return home but Quinn was first to leave this summer.

“I’ll call you guys when I get there okay?”

His mom gives him one more hug, his dad clapping a hand on his shoulder before the two leave the room and it’s just the two of you avoiding eye contact at all costs. As if that was going to stop Quinn from having to leave.

“I’ll see you soon?” he tries, glancing up at you but you shake your head.

You couldn’t put it into words how incredibly hurt you were just looking at Quinn. You had spent your entire lives being best friends, closer than ever, and yet the one summer you thought foolishly something more was on the horizon, he ripped it away by leaving you too early.

You spare him one last glance before walking past and heading right out the door towards the lake. You had a small reading swing tucked away at the edge of the lake and had spent most of your summer there so you should have expected when Quinn found you in a matter of seconds, frustration evident on his features.

“You’re not gonna say goodbye?” he asks, arms crossed and a frown propped on his lips.

“I’ll see you later,” you offer half heartedly, pushing away at the tears escaping.

“Fuck that,” he says, sitting down on the other side of the reading swing.

“What do you want me to say?” you ask helplessly, wishing he would have just gone so you could cry in peace.

“Anything but a half assed goodbye!” Quinn responds, raising his voice.

“I don’t want you to go!” you shout back and Quinn’s stunned face gives you all the courage you need to keep going.

“I want you to stay! I wanted to spend more time together! I love you! Is that what you wanted to hear?” you yell out angrily, not realizing what had just escaped you.

“You love me?”

“Fuckin A,” you curse quietly, getting up from your spot and praying Quinn doesn’t follow.

“(y/n)!” your prayers go unanswered as Quinn chases you down, gripping your arm and pulling you back with so much force you nearly fall.

You’re about to let out another shout of anger when his lips silence yours, sliding into perfect motion and filling you with warmth in seconds. It takes you far too long to respond as your arms tentatively make their way around his neck as his arms scoop you up and closer towards him.

“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear,” he murmurs against your lips and you roll your eyes but kiss the boy you love back regardless.

[hhughes]

thinking about going on the boat with the guys. . .

sitting on quinn’s lap and just pressing kisses all over his upper body. not being able to keep your hands off each other. he’s playing with your bikini strings and you’re sucking marks on his neck. stealing his hat and putting it on your head.

sitting on jack’s lap and he’s teaching you how to steer the boat. pressing little kisses on the back of your neck every time you do something right. his hands wandering all over and he’s just enjoying having you this close. the two of you giggling whenever you swerve a little too hard and scare one of his brothers.

sitting on luke’s lap and reapplying sunscreen on his face. running your hands through his messy curls while he re-ties your bikini top for you. tracing little patterns on your skin while he fools around with his brothers.

[sweetestcaptainhughes]

hiii! can i get a #47 (I thought it was a one-night-stand...and now we’re married…) with Quinn?

I am so sorry this took me like a week to answer. But yes of course I love writing little blurbs for Quinn. Also another person requested this prompt with Quinn but wanted smut, so I hope you don't mind I put them together.

Drabble Challenge Drabble Masterlist

"I thought it was a one-night-stand... and now we're married...."

Quinn couldn't keep his eyes off of you since he saw you take your first step down the aisle. Now with you across the room from him at the reception he's having a hard time focusing on what Jack and his dad is talking about too focused on watching you across the room talking to a family member. He watches you smile and laugh as you listen to one of your aunties stories. All he can think about is that now your his wife and you have his name and for some reason that makes him feel warm inside. Then he glances down your backside, and sees how your dress hugs your curves in all the right places and now all he wants to do is steal you away and consummation the marriage. Not even giving his dad or brother an excuse he leaves them and heads to you with one goal in mind. Finally reaching you, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you towards him so that your back is against his chest. He says "excuse me ladies, but can I steal my wife for a dance." As soon as your aunt nods her head, he grabs your hand and starts pulling you against towards the dance floor, but he makes a sharp left towards the hallway with the bathrooms.

"wait I thought you wanted to dance Q?" you ask curious as to where he's taking you.

"we will. but after." he speaks soft against your ear kissing right below it before he continues to guide you down the hallway. It seems like he finally got what he was looking for when he stopped at a storage closest smiling when he realized it was unlocked. Pulling you in and closing the door, he quickly closed and locked the door behind him. He kissed you abruptly, as if he was scared he was going to run out of time. Pulling away slightly to catch your breath you whine his name, as his hands that are your neck try to close the gap of space between you again. His teeth gently nip at your bottom lip causing you to gasp in surprise allowing him to slip his tongue in your mouth taking complete control of the kiss.

His hands leave your neck moving down to your hips pulling you closer to him even through the layers of your fabric from your wedding dress you can still feel his hard cock forming causing you to gasp at the same time he says "please." in a soft voice.

"hmm" you respond still in a daze from the kiss. Going down to suck gently on your sweet spot on your neck he speaks again. "Please baby." moving a little lower on your neck and softly kissing. "You look so beautiful and sexy in your dress." Now gently sucking on where your neck and shoulder meet gently biting you can't help the moan that escapes as he continues to plead. "I can't wait till were back at the hotel and we can't really leave our own wedding early." Now kissing gently on the only part of your chest exposed in your sweetheart cut grown. "Please."

All you can do is laugh. "Quinn. How are you gonna fuck me in this dress, I can't even pee without a bridemaid helping me."

"Is that a challenge?" he asks in a cheeky tone.

"Maybe.." you smirk at him. In a flash, his lips are on your again and his hands pull the bottom of your dress trying to get to your pussy as fast as humanly possible. Finally giving up and getting on his knees, he goes under your dress, you lean back against the shelvin for support as you feel Quinn swipe his tongue teasingly over your underwear.

"hmmm. please. Q" you beg.

"Fuck I love when you beg. God your so fucking wet, who makes you this wet?" he asks his fingers moved your underwear aside, sliping his fingers into your pussy, slowly pumping them in and out.

"ahh you" he starts pumping a little faster and sucking gently on your clit then you get an idea. "my husband." immediately his fingers stop and you whine because your idea back fired you hear him mumble a string of curse words under his breath. He takes his fingers out of your pussy and you whine at the loss of contact. "shhh baby, hold on. turn around." He demands as he comes back to you and lifts your dress up. From behind you can hear him undoing his belt buckle.

"shit." he mumbles sounding annoyed.

"what?" you ask.

"I don't have a condom."

"I don't care Quinn were married if I get pregnant I get pregnant." as you push your butt towards him. That's all it takes for Quinn to gently push himself into your core, both of you sighing at the feeling. Quinn gives you a couple of seconds to adjust to be full before he starts rolling his hips slowly.

"Faster." you beg He picks up the pace slamming into you, hititng your g-spot with every thrust.

"Oh yeah, am I not being good enough, god your such a fucking slut." grabbing your neck and squeezing it, you close your eyes and moan at the feeling. "Only you would beg for more as I'm already fucking you." he bites out. All you could focus on was the feeling of entire body tightening.

"ahh Quinn I'm close." you pant out.

"no not Quinn. What's my name?" he asks squeezing a little tighter on your throat.

"hu- husband." you moan and with that Quinn quickens his pace, both of you cuming shortly after. Quinn stays inside of you for a minute catching his breath his head resting on your shoulder.

Gently kissing the side of your neck he whispers, "you did so good baby. you okay?" he asks and your heart swells at how kind Quinn is always espically when it comes to aftercare always making sure he didn't cross some limit and hurt you. All you can do as you feel this overwhelming feeling of love you have for Quinn is chuckle to yourself. "what baby?" he asks a mix of confusion and concern.

"It's that when I met you I thought it would a one night stand." you admit both of you chuckling now at the realization. "and now I'm standing here in a wedding dress."

"and were married." Quinn finishes your thought for you. "I'm really glad you gave me your number that night." Softly kissing your neck.

"me too."

[wintfleur]

ꔫ victory kisses

°. — pairings ( Quinn Hughes x female! Reader )

°. — summary ( you stay up to wait for your boyfriend after he wins a game )

°. — details ( g; fluff. w; kissing, one swear word. wc; 1.4K )

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( I watched the game against the kraken’s and I just knew I had to write a fic for my bby Quinn. This is my first NHL fic for this account and I’m super excited to continue writing nhl fics. For the sake of the fic just pretend the game was a home game for the canucks, please don’t be a silent reader! I hope you guys enjoy it! )

You were peacefully curled up on your couch, your pajama clad body covered in a fluffy gray blanket. You tiredly rest your head on one of the festive throw pillows you had picked out at target a few weeks ago, as you mindlessly scroll through channels on the tv. Trying to find something to watch that would entertain you and keep you awake as you wait for your boyfriend to get back from the Hockey arena. 

Your sweet boyfriend didn't mind if he came home to you sleeping after one of his late games, he always found the sight adorable and he would do his best to quickly get ready for bed so he could join you. But this time you wanted to stay up, they had won, and it was a win they had desperately needed. You finally choose a random channel that was showing a Christmas movie you haven't seen in years. You glance at your Christmas tree that was in the corner of your living room, the multi-color lights, lighting up the dark living room beautifully. 

You and Quinn had decorated the apartment a few days ago, it was a wonderful day filled with hot chocolate, many giggles and tons of soft kisses. A smile coming to your lips just at the thought. Spending time with Quinn, tucked up in your guy's apartment was your favorite. You're brought out of your sweet thoughts of your boyfriend at the feeling of something vibrating near your thigh. You blindly move your hand around on top of the blankets to find your phone, a small sigh of relief leaves your lips when you finally grab onto it. 

Your phone lights up when you lift it, and you're welcomed by your wallpaper (that was of Quinn who had a small smile on his lips as he held your nephew in his arms) and a notification from your boyfriend. Your phone unlocks from face ID, and you eagerly press on your messages. 

quinny 🧸🫶🏻: In the elevator. 

You smile and don't bother answering knowing that he would be walking through the door in a matter of moments, you just give the message a heart and shut your phone off, leaning forward to set it on the coffee table next to your bag of sweets. You didn't hear the familiar sound of the door unlocking, but you heard the sound of Quinn dropping his bag on the floor and the sound of his footsteps coming towards you. 

You lift your head up from the pillow and tuck the blanket under your chin so you can smile up at your boyfriend. The tired look on Quinn's face quickly changes to a small smile at the sight of his girlfriend all curled up in the blanket that he got her, he could see the tiredness in her eyes and his heart filled with warmth at the fact that she stayed up for him. 

“Hi pretty girl” Quinn spoke softly as he sat down on the couch after you lifted your legs to give him space, a sigh of relief as he felt his body melt into the comfy couch. You move to sit up on your knees, most of the blanket slipping off the couch. He had a tired smile on his lips, but you could see his happiness in his eyes, Quinn deserves too always be happy. You loved seeing him happy. “Hi baby, congrats you did so good” 

“Thank you” he muttered shyly, a blush decorating his cheeks at your words. The two of you have been dating for over 3 years and he still would get all shy at your pet names and how sweet you were. He watched as your eyes lit up, and your pretty lips opened as you started to go on a rant about how the game went. His smile turns to a grin, he loves seeing you so passionate about his games. It reminded him how perfect you were for him. 

His eyes focused on your lips and before he could stop himself, he was leaning towards you and taking your lips into his in a soft kiss. You let out a hum of surprise, but you close your eyes and eagerly kiss him back, your lips moving together slowly. Quinn poured all his love into that kiss, and you could feel it. You only pull away to catch your breath, you feel Quinn's pants against your lips as you open your eyes to look into his. Both of you are out of breath from that passionate kiss. You whisper, “What was that for.” 

“I just love you so much” He whispered back as he brought his hand up to move some of your hair out of your face, he felt your cheeks move up into a smile against his hand. You turn your head to place a small kiss on the palm of his hand before you lean your face against his palm, your eyes not leaving his as you whispered with a smile “I love you.” 

“C’mere pretty” He muttered as he motioned to his lap with his eyes, he wanted to feel you in his arms. You hesitated for a second, you had seen the hard hit he had gotten during the game, and you didn't want to hurt him in any way, but you saw the pleading look he gave you and you couldn't say no to him. You slowly moved your body, moving out of the blanket and straddling your boyfriend's thighs. 

Quinn dropped one of his hands to your thigh, while the other wrapped around your waist, pulling you down to lay on his chest, the warmth coming from your body comforting him in ways that no one else could. You laid against his chest, your head laying on his shoulder while one of your arms came up to play with the hair on his nape. Quinn lets out a hum, letting you know to keep going, his eyes shutting at the feeling. Your eyes raked over his side profile; you were so lucky to have a man like Quinn by your side always. 

“How are you feeling? That hit looked bad” you spoke softly, your eyes not leaving his face. The hand that was playing with his hair moves to gently cup his cheek, the pad of your thumb caressing the soft skin of his red cheeks. Quinn’s eyes open at his words and he tilts his head to lock eyes with you, he could see the worry in your eyes, he didn't like to see you worry. You whisper with a frown “It scared me.” 

“I’m okay lovely” He spoke in a reassuring tone. As soon as he sat back down on the bench after the hit, his mind immediately went to you, he knew you would be at home watching. He hated knowing that you saw him in pain like that, he hated making you worry. He knows how much you hated the violence of the sport, always covering your eyes or looking away whenever him or one of his brothers got hit. You hated seeing the people you loved in pain. 

You raised your eyebrow in questioning, you don't think Quinn would lie to you, but you knew he would try to make you feel better. “You promise?” 

“I promise” He promised, and his words were true. He was a little sore, but he would be fine especially because he had you in his arms. He smiled as he watched that from on your face turn to another smile, you leaned up and placed a soft kiss on his jaw before whispering in his ear, your tone teasing. “Wanna get to bed? you need your rest from totally kicking the kraken’s asses.” 

“In a little” He spoke between his laughter, his smile was wide, you never failed to make him laugh.  He brought you closer to him and his grip tightened on you. After he stopped laughing, he placed a long kiss on your forehead, your eyes shutting at the feeling. He whispered in your ear “I don't wanna let go of you yet.” 

“Never let go” you spoke sternly, your tone still sweet. You snuggled closer to him, your nose brushing against the skin of his neck. You never wanted him to let go; you wished you could stay in that moment forever. Cuddled up in your boyfriend's arms on the comfy couch, your apartment covered in Christmas decorations. Your home filled with warmth and love. 

“Never” 

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( IM ACTUALLY SCREAMING AND CRYING, I LOVE SOFT QUINN SO MUCH OMG. also please feel free to send in requests, I would love to write more nhl fics! )

[86espresso]

can i get character B yelling character A’s name while they’re hurt for quinn hughes or nico hischier? i just found your blog and i am LOVING your writing. thanks for sharing your gift!!

I love you sososo much thank YOU 🥹 ty for requesting! so sorry it took that long 🩷

☯︎ character B yelling character A’s name while they’re hurt

idk if this means character A is hurt or character B is hurt so I just made something up

warning wounds, blood, almost drowning, pls take swimming lessons guys :)

You’d lost count of how many times Jack had whined for you to get into the water with the other guys, and how many times Quinn had told him to leave you alone.

Your relationship with Quinn was a relatively new development, but everything was going right and his family loved you enough to persuade Quinn into bringing you over during the summer.

You finally give in to Jack’s pushing and sit up, taking your cover up off. You catch Quinn eyeing you shamelessly the way you were doing with him earlier and half-smirk as Jack bounced happily towards you and yanked you in the direction of the steps of the boat.

Now, you weren’t exactly the best swimmer in the world. You could float and tread in shallow waters, but by no means were you trained enough to save your life. You were about make Jack aware of that fact before he gathered you in his arms and sent you flying into the water.

A scream ripped through your throat right before you hit the water. “What the fu-”

You land horizontally and painfully in the water but your body was bending in on itself and you didn’t have the strength to upright yourself.

Above the surface, Quinn hadn’t yet noticed that you’d taken a little too long underwater and was still shoving Jack for intimidating his new girlfriend.

It was a good 15 seconds since you jumped before Trevor spoke up from a few feet away.

“Yo, where’d your girl go?”

Quinn froze, feeling his blood run cold when he sees nothing in the water at first glance but then sees the top of your head bob to the surface, your body terrifyingly still. What makes him yell out your name, though, is the small pool of blood around you.

The last thing he registers is the blood draining from Jack’s face as he dove into the water, opening his eyes and trying to locate you. Quinn sees you a short distance from him, and grabs a hold of your body, pushing both of you to the surface.

You’ve properly passed out with the almost-drowning and large scratch on your back from one of the spiky plants underwater. The next few minutes, Quinn worked as if on autopilot. His movements robotic but frantic as he first brought you to consciousness, instructed Trevor to drive back to the docks, and tried to console Jack as he apologized his ear off.

He felt like he was in a haze when the ER discharged you after making sure you didn’t have an infection and had enough blood, your lungs weren’t full of water, all the important stuff.

You laughed watching Jack scrunch his nose in disgust when Quinn offers to teach you swimming with a suggestive smirk on his face, rolling your eyes as he leans in to peck you again, his lips lingering as if he still isn’t over the way he nearly saw you drown.

Quinn watched as you comforted Jack even though it was you who almost lost your life. He didn’t know he could feel so strongly; fear of losing you, comfort and contented by watching how you were with his brothers. He’s falling for you hard and fast and he isn’t scared because you looked at him the same way; with a gaze full of love and affection.

[lovings4turn]

eeeee, okay, so you just know that i have to request a living dead girl with the beloved boy quinnifer hughes — maybe when they're holding hands and one just brings them up to their lips and places a kiss on their fingers from the kisses prompts ? i feel like that would be super cute with him <3

again, my beloved, thanks in advance, and i hope you’re doing well !! <3

oh i adore this dolly darling ,, thanks so much for sending it in n i'm sorry it took so long to get out !!! hope you like this lovely ,, all my love 😽💌!!!

quinn’s hand is heavy in yours, the weight of it reassuring as you both navigate the streets of vancouver. the weather may be cold, but to wear gloves would be to deny yourself the privilege of feeling his thumb regularly brushing against the back of your hand.

besides, your boyfriend has apparently been granted the superpower of running incredibly warm no matter the weather, and it would be silly of you not to capitalise on that.

you're both lost in silly conversation, the topic not really anything of note but interesting because you're engaging in it with quinn. it's one of those days where the weather is cold yet the sky is bright, and you can't prevent your gaze from roaming, appreciating the way that spring has transformed the city.

a soft gasp escapes your parted lips, and you go to drop quinn's hand in order to gesture towards a particularly pretty looking tree that had caught your eye.

just as your grip loosens a fraction, quinn's fingers link further with you own in an effort to keep your hand in his. you turn to him, half-hearted complaint ready on your tongue, when he lifts your hand up to his face. his lips brush against your fingers and the hair dusting his chin tickles the back of your hand.

quinn presses a brief kiss to your knuckles, momentarily alighting your skin with a flash of warmth, before he frees your hand from his grip, giving it one last squeeze as he does so.

his lips pull up into a crooked smile as he wraps an arm around your waist, wanting to maintain some form of contact with you however he can.

“there. now what were y’saying?”

[trevuorzegras]

━╋ JUST NEED YOU HERE WITH ME.

cinnamon girl by lana del rey

summary: In which Trevor pushes y/n away, because he doesn’t know how to express how he truly feels.

pairings: trevor zegras x GN!reader

platonic!jack hughes x reader. short drabble

Trevor was never good at express how he felt. He was always the type of person to hold in every emotion, until it all came to the surface causing him to lash out. Him being with Y/n helped him a lot. They always knew how to help him through his emotions.

That was until Jamie Drysdale got traded to the Philadelphia Flyers. Jamie had been Trevor’s bestfriend for years. He was so hurt when he heard the news of the trade.

Jamie got on a flight that night to make his way to Philadelphia, causing Trevor not to get a proper goodbye. This absolutely crushed the boy. Even though Y/n was his support system he couldn’t bring himself to speak to them about how he was feeling.

you try to push me out.

Trevor hadn’t gone home that night which caused worry to fill Y/n’s mind. Their thoughts were going to the absolute worst when the left wing didn’t pick up any of their calls.

Y/n went to bed in complete worry that night. They tossed, and turned that entire night, worry coursing through them. It hadn’t been until the next morning, that they received a text from Jack Hughes. This message caused their worry to wash away partly.

Jack

hey, y/n. trev is safe. he stayed at a hotel last night, im sorry i didn’t tell you sooner. he should be home soon. love you

Y/n

thank you for telling me jack. it’s okay, i’m just glad he’s safe. love you too.

A slight weight was lifted off their shoulders as they now knew Trevor was safe, but it left them wondering why he didn’t confine in them. Trevor had always gone to them when he needed to express his true emotions, this left Y/n feeling upset.

Did he no longer trust them?

Their thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening, a very tired looking Trevor stepping inside, with a backpack hung over his shoulders.

Y/n quickly stood up, making their way to the brunette boy, a hesitant look on their face. Trevor looked down at Y/n, a sorrowful look on his face. Y/n hesitated slightly before wrapping their arms around him. He quickly wrapped his arms around their waist, allowing his head to fall to the crook of their neck.

“What’s going on Trev? Please talk to me. I cannot have you closing up again, you were doing so good.” Y/n spoke as they ran their fingers through the boys hair.

Trevor let out a loud breath, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Jamie leaving has really taken a lot out on me. It’s only been a few hours, and i feel like it’s suffocating me.”

Y/n pulled away from the tight hug to look into Trevor’s eyes. They brought their hand up to his face, to wipe the tear that fell, “Trevor it’s okay to feel that way. I mean you lost your bestfriend, but you can’t avoid speaking about your feelings like you use to. I was so worried about you, i barely got any sleep last night. I couldn’t sleep not knowing where you were.”

Trevor’s glaze softened at the sight of the person stood in front of him, as they spoke softly to him. His eyes furrowed sadly as he spoke, “I’m so sorry, Y/n/n. I never meant to worry you, i just needed time alone to process everything. I’m not sure why, it probably would’ve been easier if you helped me through it.”

but i just find my way back in.

Y/n’s eyes stayed on Trevor as he looked at the ground, a saddened expression on his face. Y/n softly said his name, causing him to look up, meeting their eyes, “It’s okay, love. Just promise me you won’t do that again. I’m here for you, anything you need.”

Trevor smiled softly at Y/n, bringing them into his embrace once again, “Just need you here with me.”

violet, blue, green, red to keep me out

i win.

okay guys, first drabble.. tell me if this is bad i genuinely can’t tell if i hate or love it.

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[amourtoken]

Lovesick baby fever having Quinn fic coming tomorrow

[flowerr-alienor]

hello welcome!!! :D

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[hugheshischier4313]

YOU MISS HIM DON’T YOU | Q. HUGHES

Pairing: Quinn Hughes x reader

Warnings: maybe emotional cheating?

Word count: 2k

Author’s note: Hi lovelies! I was rewatching desperate housewives and a certain scene encouraged me to write something similar. It was supposed to be a quick little Drabble/blurb but im at 10 pages now and still not done. So here’s a snippet :)

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Quinn had known about your boyfriend from the very beginning. He had seen you together, bringing boxes to the apartment beside his, and noticed you immediately. He wished he could say it had all been innocent, but the first thing he saw was how your legs looked in the tennis skirt you had been wearing. You bent down to pick up a fallen pillow as he exited his car in the parking garage. His eyes lingered on you, and he forced himself to turn away before you noticed. He swore he would offer to help you before he met eyes with Andrew as he stepped out of the parking garage elevator.

"I didn't mean to; it just happened. You were bent over, in a skirt, right outside my car; it was hard to look away when I didn't expect you to be there." Quinn had a slight pink tone to his features right now, and you were smiling, trying to suppress a laugh. You stood in the kitchen, pouring the margaritas into your cups.

"You mean the skirt I'm wearing right now? Is that why you mentioned it? Quinn, you could have kept that secret forever. I mean, you couldn't waterboard that information out of me." You were always more giggly when drinking, which was contagious to Quinn. "But since you didn't, I'm gonna use this against you for the foreseeable future."  The laugh left you when you got back to Quinn's couch. "I'll try not to make any sudden movements that may catch you off guard," you teased as you stood before him and handed him his drink.

"It's not funny; I've felt bad about this for months." he tried to be serious, but the smile never left his face. As you nodded with a smirk on your lip, you turned from him after he grabbed the glass, "Y/N, I'm serious." He wasn't; he could never stay upset with you, even in a joking manner. 

"I guess I'll just go back to my apartment then; I don't want to bring back any of your past shame." your body once again turned towards him as you leaned down over to hug him, "Bye, Hughes, I'll make sure to only wear this when you're out of town." He let out a sarcastic 'ha.' "You don't have to leave; I can control myself. I promise." he rolled his eyes and slowly got up to stop you.

"I don't know; I think the only logical answer is to wear your Drew sweats." You had pivoted and ran to his room before he could reply. You had bugged him countless times to try them on over the past months; you had just wanted to see if they were worth the hype because the black sweats had been sold out forever (and maybe, subconsciously, because of your past love for Justin Bieber). And every time he said no, you took this as your opportunity to try them and bug him simultaneously.

Being in Quinn's room was familiar to you. You had spent most days at one of the two apartments, and sometimes that meant laying in his bed watching TV after he had just returned from a string of away games or after a challenging game or practice. You had worn his clothes before, too; it was always in a platonic way, the first time you had locked yourself out after being out on a run when it started raining. You lost your key on the run, and the concierge was gone for the night. You had also spent the night; he let you sleep in his bed and took the couch. 

As you ran into the room, you closed the door behind you and walked into the closet, closing that door, too. You had found the sweats and slowly walked out of the closet. There was no sight of Quinn, and the bedroom door was still closed. You walked towards the door, sweats in your hand, as you called out to him, "Q? Are you -" But you were cut off as he tackled you onto the bed next to you.

The two of you lay on the bed laughing before turning to face each other. The laughter died down, and you were smiling and looking at each other. The two of you lay there for a while, not saying anything until you broke the silence, "Your eyes are a different colour every time I see you, but today I can see every shade in them." You don't know why you needed to share your observation with him, but it felt right. "You cut your hair." He reached out to tuck a strand behind your ear and play with the end of another. His voice had been so him, soft yet dominant. It was true; you had gotten a slight trim the day before and a few longer layers at the bottom of your hair, a small and simple detail that could have been missed. In fact, he was the only person to notice; none of your classmates or even Andrew, although over Facetime, had noticed. 

The room felt heavy as you looked from his hand in your hair to his eyes again, stopping to look at his lips for a second. And when you reached his gaze, it was unreadable. "I -" A phone began to ring as Quinn was about to speak. You could see a shift in his demeanour as you continued to look at him. He got up to find the cause of the sound. "It's your phone." He walked it over to you before heading out to the living room again. The phone illuminated ANDREW CALLING.

You looked towards the empty doorway as you brought the phone up to your ear. "Hey you," your playful voice sounded forced, and the smile on your lips was even more so. "Hey, I have a surprise for you. The notification said it was in the lobby." This shocked you, not only because it was a surprise but because Andrew was never one for small gestures. It was always something big like him ordering 4 dozen roses to your desk after your fourth date. But he had never just sent you or given you something randomly.

Andrew could be a sweet guy; you worked together before he asked you to have dinner with him. You knew you were moving and had no intention of starting anything serious before moving to Vancouver, but he had been so persistent, and it felt nice to have a distraction with all the craziness of moving. But living in different provinces has brought no comfort to either of you. It felt like pen pals most of the time. You would call him a few times a week and talk for an hour before he had to go. There had been a few times where you could have sworn you heard someone else there, but the times you mentioned it, it felt like the fight had been more trouble than the issue itself.

And maybe subconsciously, you felt like a hypocrite. Your relationship with Quinn was platonic, but the number of times you were confused as a couple in public could be seen another way. In fact, you hated to admit it, but it felt like you communicated more with Quinn when he was away than with your boyfriend. 

"There's something for me in the lobby of my apartment complex? Andrew, what did you do? It's 7pm?" As you started talking, Quinn walked into view, bringing your drinks and extending to you. "It's a surprise; you should go get it now; I'm assuming it's just on the concierge desk based on the picture." You stared up at Quinn as you listened to Andrew, "Okay, I'll be down in a minute, and I'll call you back once I have it." The phone call was quickly over. 

"What did you order?" Quinn asked with a smile, used to all the packages you've received. A few that had been too heavy for you to carry on your own that Quinn had taken himself. Even when they hadn't been too heavy, he would carry them for you if he was there. "I'm not sure, Andrew sent it to me." You could have sworn there was a look on his face that was gone as quickly as it appeared. "You want me to go with you in case you need help?" there was no hesitation in your quick reply of 'yes.'

As the two of you walked down the hall, you were overly aware of the distance between you. It was no different than it had been in the past, but there was a particular charge. The words shared and unshared in the bedroom hung heavy. "So I never got to even put the sweats on," you joked while waiting in front of the elevator. "You can borrow them when we get back up if you want," his answer made your breath hitch. He had never let you try them on, much less borrow them.

He looked at you, letting you walk into the elevator first. The ride down was quick and quiet, but how you looked at each other made everything race faster. Your heartbeat quickened as you saw his slight deviation towards your lips before making their way back up. "Quinn," your voice came out as a low plea; whether it was to continue or to stop was uncertain. He stepped closer to you as the two of you stood in silence for a brief moment before the doors opened. As you stepped out, your heart felt heavy.

As you made your way towards the front desk, you saw the back of a man at the desk, but when you heard the voice,  it made you freeze. Andrew, he was in your lobby waiting for you, Quinn failed to notice your pause and ran into you. However, before you could tip forward, Quinn had steadied you with a hand on your arm and waist. Andrew called out when he turned around. 

"Andrew! What are you doing here?" You didn't miss the look he gave the sight of the two of you or how his gaze only lingered on Quinn's hand on your waist as he walked closer. You unhooked yourself from Quinn to hug Andrew. The hug was stiff; he held himself higher, and his head hadn't moved from the position it had been in before. You figured he was still looking at Quinn. 

"I wanted to surprise you; we settled a case earlier than expected, so I took a few days off." You had pulled yourself to his side, a view of both him and Quinn. They kept looking towards each other, completely ignoring you. "Well, Andrew, this is my friend I always tell you about, Quinn. He introduced himself the day I moved in, remember? He lives next door to me." Andrew smiled down at you as you continued. "Quinn, you remember Andrew." Quinn looked from you to Andrew before extending his hand. "Good to see you again, man." Andrew hesitated before shaking his hand. 

There was a quick silence before Quinn grabbed his phone from his pocket and looked at the screen, excusing himself, "I have to make a phone call; I'll see you around," but before he could walk off, you gave him a side hug goodbye. You had done it a thousand times before, and feeling like you couldn't because Andrew was there didn't feel like a good sign, so you did it anyway. "I'll text you," you quietly said as you let go.

The next few days had been uneventful, showing Andrew around Vancouver. The hallway had felt unusually empty each time you passed, hoping to run into Quinn. A string of away games was starting that Monday, and when you came back from dropping off Andrew at the airport on Sunday night, you noticed the bag sitting in front of your apartment door. 

The black sweats were inside with a note, 'I'll pick them up when I'm back. Enjoy :). ~ Q" He never asked for them back

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[prettytoxicrevolver]

8. Scenario with a plot for Quinn?

8. I read our kid a book about the things snowmen do at night and now we’re taking a walk at two in the morning to show them the actual snowmen don’t do anything

“Mom!!” you hear a whispered scream in your ear. Your head lolls, trying desperately to get away from the noise but a tug on your arm brings you right back towards the noise.

“Mom!!” you hear, louder this time to the point it wakes you up with a start. You look around nervously, finally coming face to face with your twin boys.

“What's wrong?” you ask, your voice cracking from lack of use. You’re fully awake now, pulling both young boys onto the bed and searching their faces and bodies for any sign of physical harm.

“We can’t sleep,” Hudson says and Oliver pouts and nods in agreement.

“Dad told us a scary story,” Oliver continues and you can’t help the small sigh that releases from your lips.

“Quinn,” you say, turning and shaking your husband until his soft brown eyes flutter open to look at you.

“What story did you tell the boys?” you ask and his face flushes in guilt.

“Dad said that when everyone falls asleep, the snowmen wake up and move around at night,” Hudson rushes the story, tears forming in his big blue eyes.

“And they steal toys from bad kids and take away all the snow!” Oliver adds and it takes all of your willpower not to giggle at your twins.

Instead, you turn towards your husband and Quinn is smiling sheepishly up at you. He sits up, gathering Oliver up in his arms and moving out of bed.

“Where are you going?”

Minutes later, you, Quinn, and your twins are walking down the deserted Vancouver streets. Hudson clutches your hand while Oliver clings to Quinn. The boys are staring down any snowmen they see, carefully watching and wondering if they’ll move or not.

“See?” Quinn says. “They aren’t moving. It was just a story I promise.”

“Mom?” Oliver asks, looking at you for confirmation.

“Promise my love,” you respond and the twins look at each other before nodding.

At this point, the four of you head home and unbundle yourselves from the mass of clothes you put on to brave the cold Canadian weather. You carry the boys upstairs and in a last second decision, follow Quinn as he carries Oliver into your shared bedroom.

You both place the boys down in the middle of your king sized bed and when you step back you can’t help the smile on your face at the sight of them.

“No more bedtime stories, yeah?” you ask Quinn and he smiles, wrapping you up in his arms and pulling you in for a deep kiss.

“Promise,” he reassures and you grin, climbing back into bed with your boys.

[hhughes]

🏹 blurbs , 🖇️ headcanons , 🪩 drabble , 🔖 fics , 🎬 smau, 💄moodboard

✸ — 𝓝ew 𝓙ersey 𝓓evils

↳ JACK HUGHES ⁸⁶

꒰ 🏹 ꒱ — barber

꒰ 🏹 ꒱ — needy for kisses

꒰ 🖇️ ꒱ — boyfriend things

꒰ 🔖 ꒱ — concerned

꒰ 🏹 ꒱ — bear hugs

꒰ 🏹 ꒱ — soft and sweet

꒰ 🏹 ꒱ — soft mornings

꒰ 🪩 ꒱ — compliments

꒰ 🪩 ꒱ — canvas

↳ LUKE HUGHES ⁴³

꒰ 🏹 ꒱ — a party

꒰ 🪩 ꒱ — cold hands

꒰ 🏹 ꒱ — post game luke

꒰ 🏹 ꒱ — waking up

꒰ 🏹 ꒱ — naps

꒰ 🏹 ꒱ — wedding planning

꒰ 🏹 ꒱ — whimpers

↳ NICO HISCHIER ¹³

✸ — 𝓥ancouver 𝓒anucks

↳ QUINN HUGHES ⁴³

꒰ 🎬 ꒱ — think later // star struck

꒰ 💄 ꒱ — summer

꒰ 🏹 ꒱ — post nap cuddles

꒰ 🔖 ꒱ — kiss

꒰ 🔖 ꒱ — took you long enough

꒰ 🏹 ꒱ — tough game

꒰ 🏹 ꒱ — late night drives

꒰ 🔖 ꒱ — home to you

✸ — 𝓒hicago 𝓑lackhawks

↳ CONNOR BEDARD ⁹⁸

꒰ 🖇️ ꒱ — sweetest bf

꒰ 🎬 ꒱ — golden

✸ — 𝓝ew 𝓨ork 𝓘slanders

↳ MAT BARZAL ¹³

꒰ 🎬 ꒱ — save a horse

꒰ 🪩 ꒱ — pda

꒰ 🎬 ꒱ — monaco

✸ — 𝓐naheim 𝓓ucks

↳ TREVOR ZEGRAS ¹¹

꒰ 🏹 ꒱ — clingy

✸ — 𝓢an 𝓙ose 𝓢harks

↳ MACKLIN CELEBRINI ⁷¹

꒰ 🏹 ꒱ — waking him up with kisses

✸ — 𝓜ulti 𝓟layer

꒰ 🖇️ ꒱ — small things . . . feat -> qh43 , nh13 , jh86 , lh43

꒰ 🪩 ꒱ — day on the boat . . . feat -> qh43 , jh86 , lh43

꒰ 🖇️ ꒱ — ass or tits . . . feat -> qh43 , jh86 , lh43

[sweetestcaptainhughes]

Could i have 71 with Quinn (like a little 🙈 and luke then becomes ☁️?)

Thank you so much, if anyone wants to request a Drabble here.

"Me and the boys will handle it."

To say you thought your boyfriend was being dramatic would be an understatement. Both of you were at a beginning of the season kickoff party. Everyone was excited to be back and get started on a new season especially with winning their first pre-season game to kick off the new season. But when you went to the bar to get a new drink the bartender thought it was okay to flirt with you. Honestly it was no big deal and you couldn't even remember what cheesy pickup line he tried to use but that doesn't mean Quinn wasn't pissed when he heard from a rookie and not his girlfriend that some bartender was trying to flirt with his girlfriend. One moment you were standing talking to JT as he showed you the newest pictures of the girls next you felt Quinn pull by the wrist pull you into the dark corner of the bar. He leaned against the wall in the hallway, his eyes a darker shade of golden hazel then normal, his facial expression almost twisted as the annoyance was clear on his face.

Before you could ask what was wrong in an accusing tone asked "why didn't you tell me about the asshole flirting with you?"

At first you glanced up at him confused, until you realized the 'asshole' he was referring to was the bartendar. "Quinny, are you jealous?" asking in a cute baby voice as your hand went to rest on his cheek.

"Don't." immidately you dropped your hand, as he pinned you further to the wall, "you think it's cute that some bartender flirted with you?"

"No I think it's cute that your jelous." leaning up to him you whisper in your ear "baby I'm yours no one elses. And I promise if anything else happens you'll hear it from me and not some rookie. Okay?" gently kissing his cheek, still resting on the balls of your feet as you wait for a response.

"okay." he whispers leaning in for a quick peck.

As the night went on, it turns out that the bartender decided to become more forward with his approaches, as you were dancing on the dance floor, he went around collecting glasses. But as he passed you he decided to touch your hip he tried bending down to get closer. But before he could Quinn was there, he ripped the guy off of you and onto the floor. "I'm gonna kill you." he screamed at the dude. Not sure what was happening and due to too many mixed drinks you started to blink the tears away as all you wanted was Quinn. You felt someone pull you into a hug realizing it was JT's wife Natalie.

"shh it's okay hun" she whispered to you, as you felt your breath quicken.

From what sounded like far away you could hear Quinn yell "Don't worry baby. Me and the boys will handle this."

Pushing yourself out of Natalie's arm, you said "I don't want anyone to handle I just want you." JT looked at his captain, as he pulled him away from the bartender who had a bloody possibly broken nose. Not sure how much time has passed but you feel Quinn's arm around you, and for the first time in the entire 10 minute encounter you feel your body relax.

"okay, I'm here. Let's go home baby." he whispers in your ear, leading the way past the bartender and team and out of the bar.

[capquinn]

「 ✦ CAPQUINN’S MASTERLIST ✦ 」

ᯓ★ aimes | she/her | victim of canucks hockey | quinny daydreamer

⋆₊⊹ Fics, Oneshots & Drabbles ⊹₊ ⋆

✧ Twenty-five | Q. Hughes 1.4k / fluff Celebrating the birthday boy... ✧ Two Hearts 8.3k / angst / lovers to exes You and Quinn drift apart, only to be drawn back together, held by a quiet, unspoken pull that lingers even after the breakup. It’s a constant ebb and flow, where the pain of separation and the comfort of reunion blur together, making it hard to truly let go. ✧ In Between | Q. Hughes 4.9k / best friends to lovers Your friendship with Quinn is slowly transforming. There is an unspoken tension and feelings that simmer beneath the surface, keeping you on the edge of friendship and something more. The in-between is where you both linger, uncertain yet drawn to each other. ✧ Sunday | Q. Hughes 1k / fluff A lazy Sunday morning... ✧ Couldn't Tell | Q. Hughes 1.6k / friends to lovers / angsty-ish The relationship between you and Quinn is difficult to define. Friends and something more but you can’t be sure. Sidestepping the issue only prolongs the loop where the potential for something real stays just out of reach until one of you addresses it head on. ✧ Homeward | Q. Hughes 3.5k / 3 times + 1 / fluff/ dad!quinn Quinn has always been a family guy so it hadn’t been a total surprise when he first mentioned his desire for one of his own one day. ✧ A Closeness ¹⁸⁺ | Q. Hughes 3k / smut / fluff The post-season has arrived and so has summer, and the lake house has never felt smaller. Private moments become something of the past. But after longing touches here and gentle caresses there, Quinn seizes an opportunity. ✧ Still The Same | Q. Hughes 1k / fluff It’s the day after the Canucks Stanley Cup elimination and Quinn doesn’t want to think about it at all. ✧ Under Red Skies | Q. Hughes 1k / angst / best friends to lovers After a fight with your ex-boyfriend, you find yourself in the arms of the one person you know will always have you.

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[86espresso]

ׂ╰┈➤ ✧.* hurt/comfort drabble fest !!

choose a prompt and one of the players below for a short blurb / drabble!! please be specific in naming if you choose a dialogue or action, and what number. example: “may I request action #3 for quinn hughes .”

who ill write for:

jack hughes

quinn hughes

luke hughes

nico hischier

connor bedard

andrei svechnikov

juraj slafkovsky

cole caufield

trevor zegras

alex turcotte

will smith

hi hi ! trying something. key word trying. im a whore for hurt/comfort. who doesn’t want a caring person to love them through thick and thin ❤️‍🩹. and what better time than october to feel bittersweet <3. requests open.

[starbabyg]

Daddy Jack and Baby Jack | Jack Hughes Drabbles

I have so many daddy Jack drafts that are a fourth done but rn I’m loving writing smaller works and having requests come in to respond to. This is kindaaa based on those works.

Jack has a baby girl first, and what’s a more fitting name for the future J Hughes legacy than Jaqueline

The first thing Jack does when he finds out you’re pregnant is buy little skates. He can’t wait til baby can walk so he can get them on the ice

Although you wanted to keep the pregnancy a secret until you were further along, Jack couldn’t help but call everyone he knows to tell them the news

“I nutted in her, and now we’re having a baby Quinn” “Err, ew? Okay? Congratulations?”

Every time Jack sees something baby related he buys it. No hesitation. The baby room is so filled that it’s starting to get hard to walk in.

Baby girl looks just like her mama but with Jack’s smile. She is literally the splitting image of you, which Jack loves so much

Although she looks like her mama she acts just like her daddy. She has all the same mannerisms as Jack. You even caught the two sleeping the exact same, turning and shuffling at the same time

All the boys love to call her Jaq Jaq but Trevor calls her little Hughes

Speaking of Trevor, the two of them are always going at it. Y/n and Jack find it hilarious to hear Trevor argue with a literal child

She of course as the first Hughes baby is spoiled to deathhhh, which you try to lay off but between her dad and uncles you really can’t help it

Uncle Quinn and Uncle Luke are always taking her out to do something. When things go quiet and she’s nowhere to be found the first thing you do is Group FaceTime the two boys, and on one phone your baby will pop up on the camera saying “hiiiiiii”

Jack gets jealous when he sees baby girl bond with his brothers or friends on the level they do

“I though I was special,” he’ll grumpily say

But at the same time he is so happy everyone loves her as much as he does

He takes baby girl to every single practice and game in hopes that she will like the sport

Which of course she does

She goes to every game wearing an 86 jersey and a red and black tutu sometimes even little tiny devil horns

But one time she wore Luke’s jersey and Jack felt so betrayed

He literally took the jersey off his back and told her to put it on

At first she was scared of the Devils mascot but now she can’t leave it alone

Baby Jaq hates being in the box seats and much rather prefers being right by the glass so she can say hi to daddy

The amount of times Jack skates by just to tap the glass and say hi >>>

Ofc all the players have to say hi to her at least once or she gets mad at them

She’ll go into the locker room after the game and go up to them like “I know you saw me say hi why didn’t you say hi back?”

Baby Jaq loves to walk the red carpets with her daddy

She feels like a little superstar and thinks all the pictures being taken are for her

Secretly one of her fave players is Nico

He always says yes to playing with her before and after games so she likes him the best

You catch them playing with dolls together while he’s supposed to be in practice

And while he’s on the bench baby Jaq tries to tie his hair up and put bows she brought on him

Nico actually wears it under his helmet but you can see the little pink and yellow bows sticking out

Jack and Luke get jealous because why did she choose Nico to give a makeover to??

Next thing you know everybody on the Devs is wearing bows in their hair

Baby Jaq is just everything to Jack, she’s his whole world and best friend aside from you

He’s just so happy he can raise a little human alongside the love of his life