#quinn hughes drabble

[ruinix]

Quinn with a size kink. Out of his mind aroused fucking his girl who is a lot smaller than him.

Lovely anon, lovely.. i don't write.I mean, I do but i've never tried an RPF or drabble. Just fictional men on my secret AO3. So I don't want to disappoint but i'll try for you... It won't be good though so yes, put the bar down. I beg 🧎🏻‍♀️

How does one do this? CW/TW: 18+ MDNI, Smut, Size Kink (as requested...slightly if you squint), Mild choking, Unprotected sex (please use protection)

You are so small. Quinn fucking loves that. It's not your height. No. It's everything else.

It's your hands that seek his every time you two go out. The same ones that run down his back, his nape, his hair. Your trimmed nails--or your acrylics--that scratches his scalp. You are always so gentle in touching him that he would always fall asleep on you, beside you, or underneath you. So small as you dig them into his skin as he fucks you long and deep.

It's your feet on his palms when he helps you wear your heels. Your ankles are so easily dwarfed by his hands when he fastens the anklets--with both of your initials engraved on the little silver hearts--he gifted you for your birthday. So tiny as he kisses them when he puts them over his shoulder, his cock filling every inch of your wet cunt.

It's your soft and supple lips giving him featherlight kisses. On his cheek, his jaw, his nose, his eyelids, his eyebrows, then his lips. It always ends with his lips. Your kisses are soft and warm and oh, so careful. Until he shoves his tongue pass your lips, swallowing your needy gasps and whines.

It's your neck that was a blank canvas before him. You've never liked necklaces until he gifted you one after another. Every time you give him a hug, he would smell your choice of perfume for the day--vanilla, rose, lavender, jasmine, blackberry, caramel, or whatever the fuck, you simply smells beautiful. So pretty and delicate with his hand wrapped around it, feeling your pulse the vibrations of your soft moans, controlling your breaths, your oxygen, your life. Your hand grips his wrist, the silvery glint of your matching bracelets only made him squeeze. So fucking small.

It's your thick thighs that you always moisturize with lotion. He's reaping the benefits of touching them when you let him. Of looking at them when you wear your little panties around the apartment. Of seeing them be covered with jeans or sweatpants or pajamas. Of seeing them spread wide, trembling and quivering as his cock disappears into your pussy between them. Of seeing them so wet with your mess, so red from his slaps, his grip, his thrusts.

It's your soft voice. One time you said you had a strange voice, but it's never strange. You sound so beautiful. He can listen to you ramble about your day, your problems, your interests without getting sick of your voice. Your voice is music, melodic, tantalizingly exquisite. So high and whiney as he slows down to keep your orgasm at bay. So hypnotic that he almost let you cum right then and there.

It's your eyes that are always so understanding and patient even when he came home frustrated from a game loss. Your eyes that will smile and crinkle at the sides, already knowing his excitement when he's keeping it at bay. You see his soul. He sees yours. He sees when your happy or sad or angry or upset or zoned out. So devastatingly beautiful as your eyes burn when he's not moving as you would like. So breathtaking when your pupils dilate when he started fucking you harder.

You're so fucking small yet you take him so well.

Your pussy that felt like it's custom-made for him. Always so wet. Always so eager for his taking. Your pussy tightens, quivering around his cock. The sounds of your groans and his, of his cock sinking into your pussy, are getting to his head.

Small. So fucking small that he wants to consume all of you. Your pussy. Your face. Your body. Your gentle and soft and warm soul. How can perfection fits so well in your small body?

He wants all of you that it fucking aches that this would have to stop. So he prolongs it. He fucks you slower when he can feel you almost cumming again and again and again. He kisses you, hungry for your taste, hungry for your whines.

He's so close, but not yet. Not fucking yet because he has to fuck you until you couldn't live on without him. Until you go as feral that you would finally shout at him. His little ball of fire. He wants you to fucking crave him as much as he already does.

[starbabyg]

I feel like Quinn would be the most romantic and creative of the Hughes brothers for Valentine's day. Like yeah, Jack and Luke are cute and romantic but Quinn?? That man would be Casanova. Writing you the utmost romantic letters, so eloquent and sweet. He'd do something every single day leading up to Valentine's day. Cooking for you. taking you shopping. Sending you flowers every single day. The man just knows love and romance. And it would all end with a romantic trip to the city of love, cause he's just cheesy and cute like that.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

win ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

A/N: okay.. I couldn’t come up with a title for this. Sue me.

Warnings: dad!quinn, rose is your daughters name (: all fluffy . short lil Drabble

summary: during one of your husbands hockey games, you and your daughter decided to surprise him!

MASTERLIST

As you gently placed the noise-canceling headphones over Rose's delicate ears, a soft babble escaped her lips. You gave her a boop on the nose before opening the door, her eyes fleeting around the unfamiliar place.

She was dressed in a little “daddy’s number one fan” onsie with denim shorts on and cute little bows in her hair.

A warm smile spread across your face as you stepped into the arena, the atmosphere wrapping around you like a blanket.

It’s been months since you’ve gone to a game, mostly because of Rose. You hadn’t even known you missed it so much until now. With your husbands jersey over your shoulders, you made your way into your front row seats, holding your daughter close to your chest and bouncing her on your lap.

It was then that you heard music play, and the time for warm ups began.

The opposing team began to skate out onto the other side of the ice, before the canucks did the same thing, all of them scattering around the ice.

Then, you saw your husbands number amongst them, a large grin making its way onto your face. You heard his name being announced, being introduced on the Jumbotron.

You glanced down at your daughter, pointing to the large screen on the ceiling. “Who’s that? Who’s that? Is that daddy?” You asked her, her eyes looking up at it curiously before letting out a little gummy smile when she saw her dad’s face show up.

She let out a babble, almost sounding like “dada.” You smiled down at her, nodding at her while laughing. “Yeah! Yeah, it is!” You cooed at her, turning to look back at the ice.

You noticed one of his good friends and teammate, Elias Petterson, point his stick in your direction, Quinn now looking at you, eyes widening.

In an instant, he was in front of you, a smile visible on his face as he stood there behind the dasherboard.

You stood up, placing your daughter on your hip as you showed her Quinn. He gave her a wave, smiling at the both of you.

Her babbles became more excited, reaching her little hands out, placing them on the plastic. He did the same with his glove, saying an estatic “hi!” to her, despite the crowd drowning out the noise.

You smiled at the interaction, watching him glance behind him, knowing he’d have to leave to go actually warm up soon.

He looked back at you, taking his hand away from the glass, sending you a smile and waving goodbye to her as he skated backwards, watching her raise her tiny fingers back at him in an attempt to wave.

He smiled at it, turning around but not before sending one last glance to the both of you, new goal in his mind.

Win, for the both of you.

[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]

dating quinn and being like an older sister to jack and luke is like my dream

꒰੭  I feel you nonnie , I constantly think about the cute dynamics the boys would have with each brother’s gf!

ᡴꪫ ࣳ having quinn as an older brother meant that jack and luke didn’t necessarily need someone to listen to all their problems , reassure them when they were feeling a little insecure or look out for their best interests. they didn’t need another big ‘sibling’ , because quinn had been the best they could ever ask for in a big brother.

ᡴꪫ ࣳ buttt what made luke and jack love you , is how you took care of quinn when he was too busy taking care of everyone else to take care of himself.

ᡴꪫ ࣳ they love texting you and getting updates on how quinn is doing. or they’ll text and call you and rant about their problems when they know quinn is already stressed enough and they don’t wanna stress him out even more.

ᡴꪫ ࣳ and quinn will jokingly complain about it all the time. “they see my girlfriend more than I do in the summer” quinn would pout as the boys are trying to convince you to join them on a morning run to the shops. but quinn is desperately trying to keep you in bed with him. “you can come with!” he hears jack yell from behind the door. “oh how kind of you to offer” quinn says dryly, but he smiles as you giggle into his chest

ᡴꪫ ࣳ but he loves how much his brothers adore you, and how much you adore them in return. quinn much prefers having to fight to get some time with you compared to his brothers not wanting anything to do with you at all.

[amourquinn]

JERSEY ; quinn hughes ( drabble )

pairing : boyfriend!quinn x fem!reader wc. 535

genre : fluff no warnings

summary : you surprise quinn by wearing his oversized canucks jersey

it was a lazy sunday afternoon, and the gray skies over vancouver hinted at rain. you’d spent the morning lounging around quinn’s apartment while he’d been out for practice. with no plans for the rest of the day, you decided to surprise him with a little something.

while rifling through his closet earlier, you’d spotted one of his jerseys—a home blue #43, slightly oversized for you but undeniably cozy. on a whim, you slipped it on over your leggings. it smelled faintly like him—clean, crisp, and comforting.

you were in the kitchen when you heard the familiar click of the door unlocking. quinn stepped inside, wearing his tracksuit, his bag slung over one shoulder. he glanced up, his expression casual until his eyes landed on you.

for a second, he just stood there, frozen in the doorway. his gaze traveled over the jersey, lingering on the way it hung loosely on you, the sleeves a little too long for your arms. his lips parted slightly, as though he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

“hey,” you said, breaking the silence as you turned back to the counter, trying to act nonchalant. “you’re back earlier than i thought. i was just making coffee—want some?”

quinn didn’t respond right away. you turned around to find him still staring at you, his hockey bag now forgotten on the floor.

“you’re wearing my jersey,” he said finally, his voice quiet but warm.

you raised an eyebrow, giving him a teasing look. “what, am i not allowed to?”

he shook his head quickly, a smile breaking across his face. “no, no, it’s not that. it’s just…” he trailed off, scratching the back of his neck. “you look really good in it.”

you laughed, leaning against the counter as you folded your arms across your chest. “is that your way of saying you like it?”

“i love it,” he said without hesitation, taking a few steps closer. his smile was soft now, his eyes scanning your face before drifting back down to the jersey. “it’s kind of surreal, honestly.”

“what is?” you asked, tilting your head.

“seeing you like this,” he admitted, his voice a little quieter now. “it’s my name, my number… but it’s you wearing it. it just—” he stopped, clearly struggling to put his thoughts into words. “it feels good.”

you felt your cheeks flush at his honesty. “well,” you said, trying to lighten the mood, “it’s comfy, so i might have to steal it permanently.”

quinn laughed, reaching out to tug gently at the hem of the jersey. “you can keep it. i think it suits you better anyway.”

he stepped closer, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you into a warm hug. “seriously, though,” he murmured against your hair, “you look amazing.”

“thanks,” you said softly, resting your head against his chest. “i thought you might like it.”

“like it?” he repeated, leaning back just enough to look into your eyes. “i love it. and for the record, you’re never going to a game without wearing one of these again.”

you rolled your eyes, but his grin was infectious. “deal,” you said, laughing as he leaned down to kiss you.



© amourquinn

[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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[bedards-bunnie]

Just wanted to pop in and say that I write player x player headcannons/drabbles/etc !

[flowerr-alienor]

hello welcome!!! :D

hii welcome to my writing blog!!

idk really how to use tumblr that well so im figuring this out as we go :)

i dont really know what im doing but i just want to write and i have ideas so i just want to get them down and out there.

i write for really anyone i have no real plan but im currently obsessed with hockey and f1 and singers like taylor, olivia, sab so what i write will probably revolve around them. but then again the things i fixate on change often so this could change next week.

i have an idea on what i want to start writing about and its probably gonna be a series but i might do some random blurbs inbetween and i might take requests if it peaks my interests :)

so i hope you enjoy :D

[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]

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.

[amourquinn]

( drabble ) imperfect for you

pairing : boyfriend!quinn x fem!reader wc. 800+

genre : fluff and angst warnings : quinn feeling insecure

summary : quinn comes back home after a tough loss

quinn hughes was quiet when he stepped through the door of your shared apartment. the soft click of the door shutting seemed unnaturally loud in the stillness of the room. you sat curled up on the couch, wearing one of his oversized hoodies, waiting for him. you hadn’t heard from him since the game ended, but the look on his face when he walked in told you everything you needed to know:

the canucks had lost.

his usually bright eyes were dull, his shoulders slumped under the weight of disappointment. he dropped his hockey bag by the door, the sound of it hitting the floor making you wince. he didn’t even bother to take off his shoes before trudging toward the kitchen.

you bit your lip, unsure of how to approach him. quinn wasn’t the type to lash out after a loss, but you knew he internalized every mistake, every missed opportunity. he’d probably already gone through the game in his head a dozen times, dissecting every shift. it broke your heart to see him like this, carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“hey,” you called softly, rising from the couch and padding toward him. he was leaning against the counter, his hands gripping the edge like it was the only thing keeping him upright.

“hey,” he replied, his voice hoarse, barely above a whisper.

you stood there for a moment, unsure of what to say. the silence stretched between you like a chasm, and you hated it. quinn deserved to feel whatever he was feeling, but you couldn’t just stand by and watch him drown in it.

“i made your favorite,” you said tentatively, motioning toward the table where a plate of pasta sat waiting. “figured you might need some comfort food.”

he glanced at the plate, his lips twitching into the barest hint of a smile. “thanks,” he murmured, but he didn’t move.

you stepped closer, hesitating for a moment before wrapping your arms around his waist. his body tensed at first, but then he relaxed into your embrace, his head dropping to rest on your shoulder.

“i’m sorry, quinn,” you whispered, your fingers tracing soothing circles on his back. “i know how much you wanted to win.”

“it’s not just that,” he admitted, his voice muffled against your shoulder. “i feel like i let everyone down. the team, the fans… you.”

you pulled back just enough to cup his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you. “quinn, stop. you didn’t let me down. you could never let me down.”

his eyes searched yours, vulnerable and unsure, like he was trying to believe you but didn’t quite know how.

“you’re so hard on yourself,” you continued, your thumbs brushing against his cheekbones. “but you’re not alone in this. it’s okay to be upset, but don’t let it consume you. you’re still the same guy i love, whether you win or lose.”

his breath hitched at your words, and he pulled you back into his arms, holding you tighter this time. “i don’t deserve you,” he muttered.

“stop that,” you scolded gently, though your heart ached at the raw emotion in his voice. “i’m here because i love you, quinn. wins, losses, and everything in between.”

for a while, the two of you just stood there, holding onto each other like you were the only solid thing in a world that felt like it was spinning out of control. eventually, you coaxed him to sit down at the table, and he reluctantly started eating the pasta you’d made. you sat across from him, keeping the conversation light, telling him about your day, anything to distract him from the heaviness in his chest.

by the time he’d finished eating, some of the tension had eased from his shoulders. he leaned back in his chair, watching you with an expression that was softer now, less burdened.

“you’re amazing, you know that?” he said, his voice tinged with awe.

“i try,” you teased, grinning at him. “but seriously, quinn, you don’t have to carry everything on your own. i’m here for you, always.”

he reached across the table, taking your hand in his. his fingers were calloused and warm, and the way he held onto you felt like an unspoken promise.

“i don’t know what i’d do without you,” he said quietly.

“you’ll never have to find out,” you replied, squeezing his hand.

later, as you curled up together on the couch, his head resting in your lap, you ran your fingers through his hair, soothing him like you always did when he was stressed. the room was quiet except for the faint hum of the tv in the background, and for the first time that night, quinn looked at peace.

“i love you,” he murmured, his eyes fluttering shut.

“i love you too,” you replied, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his forehead.

and in that moment, with quinn safe in your arms, the weight of the loss didn’t seem quite so heavy anymore.

© amourquinn