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rowdyluv · 2 months ago

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needed you - qh43

summary: y/n has an intense fear of storms, particularly the incessantly loud rumbling thunder.

word count: 3.4k

notes: @sweetestdesire request for a a quinny fic. “You’re really scared of some thunder? C’mere.” turned out to be angsty but soft quinn

warnings: use of y/n, tense, angst, may induce stress, soft quinn,

"See ya, guys! Thanks for the fun night in," Y/n called out to her friends as they filed out the door, their laughter and chatter echoing down the hallway. She waved goodbye, feeling a bit relieved that the party had wound down. The quiet was a welcome change from the earlier clamor of games and gossip. The apartment was left in a gentle mess, but the warm glow of friendship lingered in the air.

Y/n stretched while she yawned and began to clean up, her mind wandering to Quinn. She knew he was out with the team, but she had hoped he'd be home sooner. The thought of his strong arms around her, calming her raging thoughts through the impending storm, brought a smile to her face and a bit of ease to the sickness winding in her stomach. As she packed away the last of the snacks, she glanced out the window. The night was still, the moon casting a serene light over the cityscape. She couldn't wait to crawl into bed and cuddle up with him, sharing stories about their respective evenings.

Meanwhile, at the bar, Quinn sat in the middle of a booth between Brock and Petey, his shoulders slumped and his eyes glazed over from the beers. The laughter of his teammates washed over him, but he couldn't find the energy to join in. He checked his phone again, noticing it was already 12:30 AM. He had promised Y/n he'd be home early tonight, but the guys had talked him into a few more drinks. He felt a twinge of guilt, but he never truly goes out so maybe just this once it should be okay to be selfish.

“Huggy put your phone down! We’re here to have fun.” Garland slurs from the other end of the table.

Quinn nodded and slid his phone into his pocket. He knew he had to stop checking it every few minutes. It was getting late and Y/n was probably worried, but he didn’t want to dampen the mood with his own anxieties. He took a deep breath and tried to push the feeling aside, focusing instead on the raucous laughter around him. The bass of the music pounded through the bar, making the floor vibrate beneath his feet. It was the kind of music that demanded you to either get up and dance or get lost in the rhythm, and for a brief moment, he let it consume him.

Back at the apartment, Y/n stood in their kitchen with shaking hands, the weather gradually getting worse was setting her nerves on edge. The wind had picked up outside, whipping against the windows like a crazed lover. Rain had started to patter down, a prelude to the storm that had her heart racing. She took a deep breath and tried to convince herself that Quinn was just stuck in traffic or had lost track of time. He'd be home soon, she thought, trying to reassure herself. But the silence of his unanswered texts and calls was deafening.

Her eyes darted around the room, searching for something to do, anything to distract her from the storm brewing outside and the one building inside her chest. She settled on making a cup of tea, her hands trembling as she filled the kettle and placed it on the stove. The gentle hiss of the gas flame igniting filled the room, but it did little to calm her nerves. As the water heated, she checked her phone again, willing it to buzz with a message from Quinn. Nothing. The wind howled, and the rain grew heavier, now pounding against the windows.

“Maybe if I call him?” She thought out loud. The clock read 1:10 AM as she dialed the number she knew by heart.

“Hey, you’ve reached Quinn, leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can!” His voice, though much younger and recorded, brought a bit of comfort, but not enough to ease the two storms brewing. The one in her and the one outside. She took a deep breath and began to leave a voicemail, her voice shaky but steady.

“Hey, Quinny, it’s me. Hope you’re having fun with the guys. Uhm just wanted to let you know that the storm is starting to get pretty intense out there... I’m sure you guys are fine and just having a good time. Call me when you get this, okay? I…just mi—want to know you’re okay. I love you, bye!” She hung up before she could say anything else that might betray her fear.

1:30 AM.

The bar was getting louder, the air thick with the scent of stale beer and sweat. Quinn leaned back in the booth, his arms folded tightly across his chest. The music was a cacophony of beats and shouts that didn't quite drown out the thunderous pounding of his own thoughts. His eyes scanned the table, finding his teammates passed out, their heads resting in a pool of spilled drinks and crumbs. He had never felt more out of place, yet he stayed to make sure these morons made it home.

If Quinn knew anything in that moment it was for sure that he’d be getting them back at practice this week.

Back at the apartment, Y/n's trembling grew more pronounced with each passing minute. She couldn't ignore the storm anymore. It had started as a gentle whisper, a hint of rain against the windows, but had escalated into a full-blown symphony of thunder and lightning. Her heart hammered in her chest, each peal of thunder sending shockwaves through her body. She curled up on Quinn's side of the bed, her phone clutched tightly in her hand, the cold screen a stark contrast to her clammy palms. The scent of his cologne still lingered on the pillow, faint but comforting. She buried her face in it, breathing him in, willing him to appear through the door.

‘One more call? No that’s to creepy clingy girlfriendy.. But he likes clingy girlfriendy y/n..’

Her thoughts swirled in a tornado of doubt and fear. Finally, she gave in, hitting the call button with trembling fingers. The line rang once, twice, three times, before she heard his voice, a recorded message that didn’t ease the ache in her chest this time. She took a deep breath, trying to keep the panic from seeping into her voice.

“Quinn, it’s me again. The storm is really bad out here. The lights are flickering, and I’m so scared. I know you’re busy, but I need you. I know you said you’d be home early, and I trusted you. Please, come home soon. I’m not okay without you here with me, especially when it’s like this. I love you so much, and I just want to be safe with you. Call me, text me, anything. I need to know you’re okay. I’m just—I’m really scared, Quinn. I’m sorry, I know I sound desperate, but I can’t help it. I need you right now. Please come home soon. Uhm bye,” she whispered into the void, the weight of her words hanging in the silent apartment like the eye of the storm.

The phone remained eerily silent, the screen a cold, unyielding barrier to the warmth she craved. She sent one more text, a simple heart emoji, and hoped that somehow, it would be enough to break through the barrier holding him hostage from his phone.

With each flash of lightning, the shadows from the windows grew more menacing, reaching in like skeletal fingers to pluck at her already frazzled nerves. Y/n couldn't take it anymore. She grabbed her fleece blanket and bolted from the bedroom, her bare feet slapping against the cool hardwood floor, and dashed into the ensuite bathroom. The only room in the apartment that didn't have windows and hopefully wouldn’t make her feel claustrophobic. The bathroom was a small sanctuary of porcelain and tile, the scent of mint and the hum of the extractor fan a stark contrast to the tempest outside. She locked the door behind her, creating a barrier between her and the storm, but it didn't help. She could still hear the thunder rumbling like a displeased giant, each boom echoing through the walls and reverberating the foundation of the building.

Her phone, now a silent sentinel of her fear, remained in her hand. She checked it again, hoping against hope that she had missed a call or a text. The screen remained dark, cold, and unchanged. Her heart sank, the weight of loneliness pressing down on her chest like a lead blanket. 'Why isn’t he answering?' Her thoughts screamed. She knew he wasn’t the type to ignore her, especially when she was scared. Maybe his phone died, or maybe he was too busy, but the doubt was eating her alive.

Quinn's head snapped up, the sound of his ringtone piercing through the buzz of the bar dwindling down. He fumbled in his pocket, pulling out his phone to see Y/n's name flashing on the screen. He had missed a couple calls and quite a few texts from her, each one more frantic than the last. His heart sank as he saw the time, 2 AM. He quickly stood up, knocking over Petey, who fell into Dak, in his haste. Which worked out in his favor as he had to walk over them. The room filled with fuzzy stars for a moment, a reminder of the drinks he too had consumed. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He wasn’t driving, so he ordered up an Uber home.

As he waited, Quinn felt his stomach twist into knots. He knew how much Y/n hated storms and here he was, leaving her alone to face it. He had promised to be there for her, and now she was probably terrified out of her mind. He scrolled through the texts, each one a silent plea for him to come home. He read the last one, her voice echoing in his mind. "I'm really scared, Quinn." He cringed, feeling like a complete asshole for not being there for her.

The Uber pulled up, and Quinn practically threw himself into the backseat, slamming the door shut behind him. The driver looked at him in the rearview mirror, the concern clear in his eyes. "You okay, buddy?"

Quinn nodded, trying to ignore the guilt that clawed at him. He fumbled with his phone, finally managing to play the voicemails. Y/n's voice filled his ear, each word a dagger to his heart. "The storm is really bad out here," she whispered, and he could almost feel the tremble in her voice. "The lights are flickering, and I’m so scared." The sound of her sobs grew louder, the thunder outside seeming to sync with her cries. Quinn wasn’t afraid of much, so he didn’t quite understand his girlfriend’s fear over storms. It could be because she didn’t care to say why she’s scared, and he wasn’t going to press her. It’s evident they bother her, and it’s enough for him to be the support she needs.

Until he’s not.

The bathroom door rattled in its frame as the storm outside reached a crescendo. Lightning flashing under the space between the door and the floor. Y/n had never thought that lightning was the scary part of storms, it has always been the thunder that had driven her to seek refuge in someone, something, someplace. She wasn’t quite sure why the deep, resonating booms always managed to succeed in getting her so worked up.

Maybe when she was younger it was because she had always associated them with crawling in bed with her parents or if the power went out they would gather in the living room to play games in the candle light. Until the day every thing just up and changed. No one was there to help her weather the storm, figuratively or literally.

Maybe now it’s because she has grown accustomed to associating thunderstorms with Quinn's soothing touch and whispers, telling her that everything would be okay. That with him, he would never let anything happen to her. He, who had become her anchor in the storm, was nowhere to be found.

The Uber ride home was a blur of neon lights and puddles reflecting the chaos of the storm. Quinn's mind was racing, his thoughts tangled with guilt and fear for Y/n. He had never been the one to break a promise, especially not one so important to her. He had to get home, had to hold her and tell her it was okay, even if he didn’t believe it himself.

The car pulled up to the apartment complex, and Quinn dashed out into the rain. The cold droplets stung his skin, sobering him up as he sprinted towards the building. The lights in the hallway flickered as he panted up the stairs, the thunder now a constant drumroll in his ears. His hand shook as he inserted the key into the lock, the sound of the tumblers clicking into place echoing through the empty corridor.

He burst into the apartment, the door slamming against the wall. "Y/n!" he called out, his voice strained with worry. The living room was dark, except for the TV screen flickering with a muted news broadcast. Rainwater dripped from his hair, tracing a path down his forehead and into his eyes. He wiped it away, his heart racing as if he had just played a full hockey game. Quinn let out a heavy breath before he hurried upstairs towards their bedroom.

Reaching the bedroom door, he carefully pushed it open. The sight that greeted him was not what he expected. The bed, usually a bastion of order and comfort, was a writhing mess of blankets and pillows. It was clear she had been restless, her fear probably keeping her from finding any semblance of peace. But she wasn’t there. The room was empty except for the ghosts of his guilt and her fear. He flipped on the lights, the sudden brightness piercing the gloom, revealing the chaos of his side of their now empty bed.

Quinn's eyes searched the room, looking for any clue as to where she could be. That’s when he heard it. A muffled sound, faint but unmistakable. Sniffles, coming from the bathroom. He approached the closed door, the thunder outside giving way to the quiet that follows, as if the storm was holding its breath. He placed his hand on the cool wood, feeling the vibration of the storm's power through it. "Y/n?" he called out as softly as possible.

The sniffles grew quieter, almost as if she was trying to control her cries. She stepped out of her place of refuge enough to unlock the door, she then quickly retreated back to her previous position. She was curled up in the bathtub, her knees to her chest, her chin perched on her knees, her eyes red and puffy from crying.

Quinn’s heart broke when he saw her like this. He had never seen her so scared, so vulnerable. He approached her slowly, not wanting to startle her further. "Hey," he said softly, reaching out a hand to touch her shoulder. But she jerked away from his touch, her body stiff and face showing no emotion.

He dropped to his knees, the one desperate for her attention now.

"Y/n, baby, I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice filled with genuine concern. "I had no idea it was this bad." He took a step closer, the scent of rain and alcohol mingling with the faint minty scent of their bathroom. He wished he could take away her fear, absorb it into himself so she didn't have to feel it anymore.

"You promised me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You promised me, I would never be alone again with no warning, no explanation beforehand. You promised you’d be home early." She choked back a cry on the last part, her eyes glued to the faucet, watching the droplets of water fall into the tub. Quinn shattered into a trillion pieces. He had promised all of that. No apology will be enough to make any of this better, he accepted that, but he had to at least try.

"I know," he began, his voice thick with regret. "I fucked up, Y/n. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you, I didn't mean to leave you like this." He paused, willing her to look at him, to see the pain in his eyes that mirrored hers. "You're my entire world, you're everything to me. I'd never want to cause you pain, especially not when you're already scared." He tried reaching for her again, this time to push her hair back and combing his fingers through her hair. He left his hand cradling her head.

"Garland told me to put my phone away," he murmured, his voice low and tight. "And before I knew it, Brock was pretty drunk and Petey was extremely wasted. I had a few myself. The music was so loud that the bass kept me from feeling the vibrations of my phone, and I lost track of time. With them so wasted, I felt I needed to make sure they got home okay, but when I finally checked my phone.” Quinn paused swallowing down the knot in his throat “and I discovered your calls and all the messages I left." His words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of his guilt. "I know it doesn’t account for the fact I should have checked my phone way before, I should have come home earlier like I had promised."

Y/n felt the anger and fear melt away with each of his words. She knew the guys could be a handful. What group of hockey players weren’t a handful? She didn’t want to add anymore to his burden of guilt. She leaned into his hand, the warmth of his touch sending waves of comfort through her. "Can we go cuddle now?" She asked him shyly, her voice still shaky. The storm outside was slowly calming down, but the tempest in her chest raged on. She needed him, needed his warmth and his words of comfort to soothe her. Quinn quickly wiped the shocked look from his that was slapped on the moment cuddle now fell from her lips.

“C’mere pretty girl.” Quinn grins as he lifts her from her bathtub refuge. “I will never pass up an opportunity to cuddle with you.” He softly places her down on her side of the bed, walking to his dresser to grab himself a set of dry clothes, finally. “I’ll be right back to you.”

Y/n nods into his chest, watching him retreat back into the bathroom. She takes a deep breath, the fear of losing him subsiding more and more with his touch. She grabs the first t-shirt she can find from his drawer, pulls it over her head and wraps it around herself like a cocoon. She crawls into bed, able to relax this time around when lying down.

When Quinn returns, freshly changed into a dry shirt and sweatpants, the sight of her in his shirt brings a warm smile to his face. He slides into bed next to her, pulling her close so that they are face to face. Fitting together as if they were made for each other. She feels the warmth of his body seep into hers, the steady thump of his heart beneath her palm as she lays her hand flat on his chest. The rhythm of it soothing her like a lullaby.

"I could feel and listen to your heart all day, just to know you’re okay," she mumbles into the fabric of his shirt, her voice muffled but clear enough for him to hear. He pulls her in tighter, a silent acknowledgement. A low rumble of thunder in the distance happens and he rubs his hand soothingly over the back of her head.

Quinn whispers, "I’m making you a new promise, pretty girl. I promise from here on out I will not be going out when storms are predicted. Only exceptions of course are those to do with work. Unless it’s just the guys wanting to go out, that is not work related.” Y/n didn’t speak, to exhausted to form words just nodded her head in acknowledgment before dozing off.

He watched her for a few minutes, grateful to be holding her in his arms. The thought of her curled up in the tub, terrified, was a knife in his chest. He had never meant to cause her this much pain. He kissed the top of her head reveling in her soft breaths as she slept before whispering what’s been on his mind since his shower to her sleeping form. “I noticed you didn’t end your second voicemail with an ‘i love you’ or now before falling asleep…we’ve always made a point to make sure the other knows, regardless of how bad the argument was. I know you aren’t hearing this because you’re asleep but it’s easier to say it now than looking in your eyes tomorrow and watching tonight all over. I just really hope you know how much I love you.”

“Good gracious, you forget and he gets all sappy. Yes Quinny I love you. I love you. I love you.” In between each ‘I love you’ was a peck on the lips.

Quinn couldn’t help but laugh, the sound low and warm, like a quiet summer night. He pulled her closer, the storm outside now just a faint memory, the rain had turned to a gentle pitter-patter. He kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose and finally her lips, feeling the tension of the night slip away with each touch.

"You know you're going to have to repeat that when I’m fully awake, right?" She mumbled falling right back asleep.

“That is perfectly fine, I’ll be right here next to you whenever you’re ready.” Quinn closed his eyes and was soon asleep as well.

A night of two tales, Quinn is lucky it worked out for him and happy he’s able to keep his girl.

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quintinh43 · 9 months ago

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Heavy Heads and Heavy Hearts | Quinn Hughes

Summary: Quinn gets injured as a game. His girlfriend takes him and cares for him.

Pairings: Quinn Hughes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Anxiety, Head injury, food, angst, mentions of vomiting (no actual vomiting)

Notes: Hi guyss! Hope everyone is doing ok! Injured Quinn got the most votes, so here we are! This one is the longest one ive done so far, I definitely did not mean for it to be as long as it is but here we are. Also, im not a professionl in any way, so i cant say this is concussion accurate. I just went off of my experience in dealing with athletes that have Concussions, and my own Concussions lol. Anywaysss I hope yall enjoy. Love Soph.

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There was something so gut-wrenching about watching the man you love get injured. One second, Quinn was cutting quickly around the back of the net, and the next, he was getting slammed into the boards hard. It was nothing. You get hit, you get up, and you keep going. It was simply a part of hockey.

Except this time, Quinn wasn't getting up. He wasn't moving at all. You stand up, heart in your throat. The room feels like it's tilting. The sharp shrill of the refs whistle cut through the air, stopping the play as the refs skate over to where Quinn is lying motionless on the ice.

They are calling for medics. Your head is spinning with the worst possible scenarios as you excuse yourself from your seat and practically sprint to the locker room. One of the security members holds out a hand to stop you.

"Ma'am, you can't be here, please exit this area"

Great. Just fucking great. This is exactly what you need right now. The overwhelming need that aches in your bones demanding to know that Quinn is ok makes you want to cry. Because now this fucker won't let you through. And you're nearly too panicked to do anything about it.

The logical route would be pulling out Quinns wallet, that has his ID in it, and explaining that you are his girlfriend. But with your anxiety high, and your heart in your throat logic is not the first thing on your mind.

"Listen buddy," you start, ready to absolutely rip this guy a new one. Thankfully for him, one of the trainers who knows you happens to be exiting the locker room.

"Let her through, Jace, that's Hughes' girl" he says, waving you forward. The security guard- Jace apparently, lets you pass with a grumble.

By the time you get rink side, Quinn is (half) conscious- thank God, and being half carried off the ice by Petey and Boeser. He's transfered to the care of two medics, who sit him on a bench and begin to check him over.

One of them is asking him questions gently, both to keep him awake and assess the damage to his head. While the other stabilizes his neck. "Can you tell me your full name and today's date?" One of the medics asks.

"Quintin Jerome Hughes," he slurs, eyes fluttering, "its Feb'uary... twenty-second, twenty-twenty-four"

Your breath hitches. He got the date wrong. You can't help the panic that rushes through you. "Good job Quinn, do you know where you are?"

"Van, Roger's arena," he mumbles, "playing hockey"

"Good," the medic hums. "we need to take off your equipment to make sure you aren't injured anywhere else. Is that ok?"

"Y/n" he mumbles, eyes closing and head tilting forward, his head snapped back up a moment later, and if the other medic hadn't had his head stabilized he would probably have mild whiplash.

"Stay awake for us, Quinn. Is Y/n someone you'd like us to call?"

You spring forward at the mention of your name, "I'm here," you say, pushing past a couple of people who are standing around, ready to assist if the situation gets worse.

"My girl" Quinn slurs, his lips tilting into a small smile. Your heart flutters at that. In the midst of his delirium, he still cares about you dearly.

"Hello Y/n, I'm Sam," the guy who's been asking him questions, "and that's Kieran," he says, nudging his head towards Kieran, who gives a small smile.

"Do you think you could help us remove his equipment?"

"Yes absolutely, just tell me what to do" you say, glad that you can help.

"Can you remove his jersey and shoulder pads? Kieran needs to keep his neck stable, and I need to check for any other possible injuries. And keep him talking"

"Yeah, of course," you start by bending his elbow to slide it out of the sleeve of his jersey.

"Hey Quinny" you say softly, sliding his other arm out of his jersey "you played really really good today, I'm so proud of you"

"Thanks baby," he murmers, "glad you're here." He tries to lean his head against your chest, he huffs when Kieran doesn't let him, and you can't help but let out a breathy laugh, patting his head lovingly.

Kieran tilts his head to one side, allowing you to pull the jersey over his head. You deposit it in his cubby behind him and make quick work undoing his shoulder pads and pulling them off gently.

"I'm glad I'm here too. What do you wanna eat when we get home?"

Sam gently asks you to move out of the way so he can check Quinns upper body for injuries. The second you aren't doing something, the anxiety rises back to your chest. You take a deep breath and begin to unlace his skates. You pull them off, slipping a pair of slides on his feet so his socks don't get wet.

"Hmm" he hums in thought "potatos...?"

You laugh, "Alright Quinny. We'll have potatos"

Finally after palpating his whole body to make sure he doesn't have any other major injuries, testing his reflexes, and asking him a bunch more questions. They diagnose him with a minor concussion, and give you a list of things to look out for.

They deem it safe enough to leave you alone with him for a little bit and tell you to change him into something more comfortable. It takes a bit of work to take off his hockey pants and shinguards and get him into a pair of sweats and a hoodie.

By the time you're done, the equipment manager and the medics have collected the rest of his equipment. After making sure his hockey bag is fully packed with everything, you grab his keys from your purse, while the EM helps you bring his bag to his car, and the medic helps you half carry him down.

He can mostly walk on his own, but better safe than sorry. On the ride home he keeps his head resting against the window, a cool compress is wrapped around his neck, and he's holding one over his eyes with one hand, while the other holds yours tightly.

You trace your thumb over the backs of his knuckles soothingly and keep him talking the whole way home. "What kind of potatoes do you want when we get home, Hon?"

"Can I change my mind?" He asks sheepishly. He's still talking very quietly and slurring his words a little, but the medics said that was nothing to worry about unless he started getting worse. So far, it was nothing to worry about.

"Of course my love, anything you want" you bring your intertwined hands to rest on your chest. It's a comforting weight over your heart, that you didn't know you needed until it was there.

Your phone lights up from the cup holder, it's a text from Petey, saying that the Canucks won the game. There are a few other texts, from his parents and brothers. You make a mental note to reply to them as soon as you get Quinn settled at home.

"Can we have noodles?" He mumbles.

"Yes, of course, love." You can't help but kiss the back of his knuckles. Watching Quinn get injured to the point of losing consciousness was not something you ever wanted to experience ever again.

"Your boys won, by the way," you say softly.

"The did?!" Quinns head shoots up front the window, and he is filled with instant regret as a sharp twinge shoots down his neck and to his shoulder.

"Ow fuck" he mumbles, laying his head back against the cool window.

"Careful love," you gasp, squeezing his hand.

"I know, I'm sorry," he mumbles, squeezing your hand back. You sigh, you have been on edge since he got injured, and it didn't look like the anxiety would dissipate for a while. You would just have to deal with it and try not to be an over bearing worry wart.

"You guys won 5-2" you smile, finally pulling into your apartment parking lot.

"I didn't do much except get my brains knocked around" he grumbles. "Some captain I am"

You scoff, flicking him in the nose lightly. "Don't sell yourself short, Quinny. Three of those points are yours."

Quinn wrinkles his nose and leans forward to bite your finger. You yelp, snatching it away with a glare. He sticks his tongue out at you, and you laugh, your chest feeling a little lighter than before.

"Come on, let's get you upstairs. " You say, undoing your seat belt and getting out of the car. You run around to his passenger side and open the door for him, and help him step out of the car. He throws an arm over your shoulder, and you wrap one around his waist. He's not as wobbly on his feet as he was earlier, but he still isn't at full strength.

Quinn squeezes his eyes shut and tucks his face against your hair. The florescent elevator lights were not pleasant in his state. "Can we keep the apartment lights off?" He mumbles against your hair.

"Sure love," you said rubbing your hand up and down his back soothingly, "we're almost home," you fish the keys out of your purse and unlock it. You toe your shoes off at the door while Quinn slips his off easily and you guide him to the couch.

"What do you want first, baby? Food or a shower?"

"I'm not really hungry" Quinn mumbles, laying on the couch and adjusting the ice pack under his neck. You sit on the couch handle, stroking his hair back from his forehead. "I know honey, but we should try to get something light in your system, if you're feeling upto it."

Quinn sighs. He knows you're right. "I can make you toast? Or a sandwich or something?" You offer, smoothing your thumb over his hairline.

"Do we have bagles?" He asks

"Yeah, we have bagles, I'll make you one of those?"

"Yes please," he mumbles, you plant a kiss on his forehead and go pop a bagle into the toaster, "can you do it with cream cheese and jam?" He asks, chewing on his lip nervously.

"Sure, Hon, I'm gonna make myself some tea. Do you want a cup?" You ask as you pull the cream cheese and jam out of the fridge.

"No thanks, I'm ok" he mumbles. After his bagle is done being made, you help ease him into sitting position, and sit next to him with your cup of tea. He eats a bit more than half the bagle, and you finish off the rest before deeming it time to shower.

You remember all the messages from his family, and quickly shoot them texts, saying that he's ok and you just got home and you'll talk more when he gets settled.

"I'm gonna put these back in the freezer while we shower, yeah?"

Quinn nods, handing the ice packs to you to put in the freezer. You help him up slowly and lead him to the bathroom. You keep the lights off and leave the door open so you have a little bit of light from the bedroom.

While the shower warms up, you grab a clean change of clothes for both you and Quinn and set them on the counter before helping Quinn strip. He has to brace an arm against the wall while you hold him steady with one hand and maneuver his clothes off with the other.

"I'm sorry," he murmers against your hair as you help him step into the shower.

"Oh Quinn, there's nothing to be sorry for," you say, sitting him on the shower seat.

"I'm sorry you have to take care of me like this." He huffs, resting his head against the cool Ike of the shower wall, "I feel so pathetic, " his voice cracks, and your heart nearly breaks.

"Quinn, my love, taking care of you is not a burden. It's a pleasure. I love you to the ends of the earth, and I would do anything for you, my sweets. " You kiss him on the forehead sweetly as if to prove your point.

He doesn't say much about it after that, but you can tell he still feels bad. You make quick work of washing his hair, being very careful of where a small bump has formed on his head. You scrub him down and rinse him off before shutting off the water.

You wrap a towel around yourself and then dry Quinn off gently before helping him change into his pajamas. "Let me change and then dry your hair a little bit before we have to put an ice pack on your head, ok?"

Quinn nods. He sits on the counter, leaning against the wall while you change into your pajamas. You plug in the hair dryer and dry his hair, keeping his head steady with one hand. As soon as his hair is no longer soaking wet, you help him off the bathroom counter and into bed. You grab the ice packs from the freezer and help him position them on his head and neck until he's comfortable.

"I'll be back in less than ten minutes, baby. I'm just going to grab your stuff from the car, ok?" You say pulling on a pair of sweats and a hoodie over your pajamas.

"Ok" Quinn mumbles, "I'll call if anything" he says patting his nightstand to make sure his phone is there.

You kiss him on the forehead and pull the bedroom door halfway closed so the light from the hall isn't too bright. Grabbing his car keys and your phone from the counter, you hit the call button on Ellen's contact as you slip out the door.

She picks up on the first ring "Hows he doing?" She asks immediately. She sounds distressed, maybe like she's been crying. You don't blame her. They probably haven't heard anything unless someone on the team contacted them, and you have no idea how bad it looked on TV.

"He's ok, Mrs. H, it's a mild concussion. His symptoms aren't worsening at all, and they said with some rest he'll be significantly better by tomorrow"

Her sigh of relief was unmatched. "He'll be out of play for a couple of weeks, but they just want to make sure he's back to 100% before he's playing again." The elevator finally opens, and you hit the button for the parking garage.

"Thank you so much, Y/n, im glad you're there with him. I know he's in good hands. I'll leave you be love, Jack and luke are super super anxious and would appreciate a call from you. Text me if anything happens."

"I will, Mrs. H, tell Mr. H I say hi"

"I will dear, thanks for taking care of our boy"

"Of course El, he's my boy too," you smile.

You swear you can hear Ellen smile over the phone. "We love you dear, I'll talk to you tomorrow ok. Don't forget to take care of yourself too"

"I will, I love you guys too. I'll text you updates"

"Alright, bye dear."

"Bye," you sigh, pressing the end call button, just as the elevator opens to the parking garage. As you press the button to open the trunk, you call Jack.

"Y/n,"�� he huffs out, not even after a full ring. "How's Quinn? If he ok? What happened?" Before you can answer any of Jacks questions, Luke's voice cuts him off, "is Quinn ok? Are you guys at the hospital? It looked really bad -"

Before their panicked tangents can get worse, you interrupt them both. "Take a breath, you two," you say calmly, breathing exaggeratedly so they can copy you "in and out, relax. Quinn is ok. He's ok"

"He's ok?"

"He's ok" you repeat. You feel the tears start to build, and your voice cracks "He's ok"

"Oh Y/n." Jack says softly.

"It's ok, I'm ok" you say, more to yourself than to Jack as you wipe the tears away. "Hold on, gimme one sec." You say, setting down your phone as you pull Quinn's hockey bag out the car. You close the trunk, make sure the car is locked and head back to the elevator.

"Hi, sorry I'm back. I was just grabbing Quinn's stuff out the car."

"Can you tell us what happened?" Luke asks softly.

"He's got a concussion, and he's a bit bruised up, but other than that he's alright"

"Fuck, how bad is it?" Jack asks, the fear is evident in his voice, and you can't blame him. Concussions can be really bad sometimes.

"They said its a mild concussion, he's not throwing up at all, his memory is ok, he didn't injure his spine or anything, he'll be ok after a few days of rest. He probably wont be playing for a few weeks, but better safe than sorry."

"Oh thank God" both Jack and Luke huffed "isn't he not supposed to sleep for 24 hours after or something?" Luke asks.

You shake your head with a small smile "Thats a myth, Lukey. As long as I check on him every few hours its ok for him to sleep."

"Ohh, ok. Well that's good" Luke says.

"We are glad he has you Y/n, thank you for taking care of our brother."

"Always" you say softly.

"We'll let you go now, keep us updated?"

"I will, Jackie. You two get some rest, you have a big game tomorrow, love you guys"

"We love you too Y/n/n" both boys say, hanging up.

You sigh, leaving his bag at the door. "Y/n?" Quinns weak voice calls out from the bedroom. You rush to him immediately, scared that something is wrong.

"Yes, Quinny, I'm right here" you say kneeling beside the bed, and stroking his hair.

"You took long," he mumbles, pressing his lips against your wrist.

"I'm sorry love, I'm here now," you stand, stripping the hoodie and sweats off and climbing into bed next to him. You stay a little distance away, not wanting to hurt Quinn. But he grumbles at you, tugging on your shirt to get you to come closer. Normally, he would just grab you and pull you closer, but he's still weak.

"I don't wanna hurt you" you mumble, scooting closer so that you are tucked against his side. He tangles your legs together and rests his head against yours.

"Never" he says, pressing his lips to the side of your head. You rest one of your hands on his hip, under his shirt, stroking your thumb over his hip bone.

"How you feeling?" You ask softly.

"Beat" he mumbles "thanks for taking care of me"

"I'll take care of you for as long as you let me love" you say, pressing a gentle kiss to the underside of his jaw.

"Forever?"

"Forever."

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jocelynscrazyideas · 5 months ago

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It’s your name! | Quinn Hughes x reader

Summary: Quinn hates his full name, and you’re the only one who calls him Quintin.

Warnings: swimming, biting, only fluff, language? Idrk sorry

💭: Jack or Nico? LMKK ITS SUMMER I HAVE TIKE TO WRITE NOWE🩷

Italics are memories/the past

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“You need to stop calling me that!” Quinn laughs. He begs for me to come sit with him on the boat. Right now, im spending the night at the Michigan house with the Quinner.

Jack is still in Michigan, but I’m sure he’s been out and about. Luke is in Ohio, he’s been hanging out with the umich kids for the summer.

“Come! Please just sit with me! It’s weird if I’m on the boat and you’re sitting on the dock. The wood is probably rotting anyway.” Quinn whines, his freshly shaved chin wrinkles in enjoyment. He smiles so big to the point I see all of his teeth.

“Quintin!” I scream at Wuinn, he just recently finished the season off from the playoffs, he finalized his last words in interviews and press conferences. He’s living the life as an athlete.

“I can’t help it! They asked me what I was planning for the summer!” Brock and Petey asked Quinn what he was up to for the summer, they were planning a party for the season closer.

Quinn replied with, “oh you know. Y/n and I are gonna have some fun. Probably sleep around, go boating, eat out, and skate around, work on the game when it gets closer to October.” How stupid can Quinn get?

“Quintin!” I giggle out as Quinn pulls me into the boat. His hands on my waist as he picks my butt off the wooden planks that set the boat dock. He picks me up and sets me down on his lap. He sits up on the couch the sits on the big boat. I’m on his lap, legs crossed over his legs, my head resting in his arms.

Quinn holds my head like he’s watching his whole world pause and sing to him. He loves me, and I’m not saying it in a cocky way, but the way where I can feel the spark between him and I.

“So, when is my ring coming in?” I joke with him.

“What ring?! How- what?” Quinn astonished, he looks around. “What cameras are you loookung for?” I laugh out. My smile hits my ears, my teeth shimmer, my eyes shine out the sparking colors, beaming into his eyes. My love bends into his heart, his eyes, his smile, his hands, and his love for mine.

We’re intertwined. An invisible force is literally connecting us, we’re never going to be torn apart. To much stories have been written.

“Seriously! Quintin?” He whines. Quinn’s wet brown hair flicks everywhere. He just jumped out of the lake. He knows my irrational fears of fish and leeches. So I don’t always swim with him.

“Jump in with me. I’ll hold you up. I promise.” He locks his finger in with mine. He rubs my feet with his free hand. Kisses lie on my open stomach.

My bikini looks like a swimsuit, it’s there for the tan, the looks, the beauty.

Just kidding, I love to show Quinn the possibilities of night swimming.

“Baby! I’m sorry. But was I supposed to lie?”

“Snuggie!” I cry out. I call Quinn Snuggie because he loves and lives for snuggles.

I’m not mad. I’m just upset, I was really looking forward for the Canucks after party. I’m the WAG that everyone either hates or loves.

It looks like I’m never at the get togethers the WAGS have, which is a lie. I’m always there, just never on camera. Everyone either hates me because I’m with THE Quinn Hughes, but I’m happy, and he’s happy.

“You’re the only exception, I have never cared about going out with people, until I met you.”

“QUINTIN!” I yell. I wave my arms up. Quinn pulls me down into the cold refreshing water. He jumps in from the boat leaving me alone on the cold seating of the white boat.

I grab my digital camera. I take a video. It’s waterproof so when I get dragged in, I have proof that I’ve been taken.

“That’s not my name!” Quinn hold my hands down as he pins me up a wall. He bites down into my neck. “Say it one more time! I dare you!!” Quinn walks me over to our bed.

Quinn pulls me into the cold water. I feel the freezing temperature hit my veins. I breathe. It’s like needles pecking into my skin. It feels good?!

“Quinn! Seaweed!” My foot is tangled in some seaweed and I can’t get up. It’s pulling me down.

“Hold on.” Quinn dumps his head down. He swims to the bottom of the lake. Detabgling my foot, I record him from.

“Ow! QUINTIN!-“ he cuts me off, “I said one more time.” He barks at me. Quinn pushes me down into my back ontop of our wake and fkuffy bed.

“Quintin, jerome-“ I look up into his beautiful blue- grey eyes. They freeze me. “I got you!” Quinn tickles me and I feel like im going to pee. I push him off of me.

“are you okay baby? Let’s get out.” Quinn carried me out of the refreshing lake. My foot red from the tangled seaweed. Quinn cradled me up to the kitchen.

“Towels are all used, most of them are washing right now. Let’s go shower so we can go out.” Quinn sets me down and takes my hand to shower with him.

We make it to our bathroom, he turns me over so he can untie my swimsuit. “You’re so pretty.” He smiles.

“Quintin? Why.” I laugh.

“Because, I love you. Duh!” He kissed my cheek form behind me. He wraps his arms around me.

I walk around with him glued to me. I turn the shower on. How steamy.

I walk away from the tickle monster.

“Do you want some yogurt? SNUGGIE?” I yell out, he never answered. Gosh. It’s beeen a long day but it’s only noon.

I grab two small bowls and fill them with yogurt, i add in some blueberries, vanilla granola, and more youvhet. Another layer goes by, I add in more blueberries and granola. I finish off mine and I head up to our room.

I grab a bite out of Quinnys because I know he’s probably knocked out.

“Baby?” I turnthe corner to our room. I see Quinn lying on our bed, starfished.

I walk over to him. The bowls in my hands. “Baby?” I tap him with my right foot.

I set our bowls down onto a nightstand. I contort myself into his arms. I snuggle into Quinn.

“Quinitin?” I kiss his open chest. “I made some yogurt.”

We jump into the shower and he washes my body. I scrub his back with his loofa that I made him buy. “You are going to smell so yummy quinny.” I kiss his back after washing the soap off.

“Wash yourself.” I point to his hard cock.

“We’re not doing anything.” I scoff and laugh. I push him away, “Quintin?” I look up at him.

He looks down, smirking, “what’s up.” He grab my left ass cheek, and he holds my upper back with his left arm. We sit knotted together in the shower.

“That’s not my name.” He points his laser blue eyes into mine. I’m stuck in this position. The shower is slippery, my eyes burn from water.

“It’s your name dummy. What else should I call you? Snuggie?” I suggest jokingly, and Quinn pulls me closer. He kisses my neck and behind my ear. He whispers, “you’re the only one who calls me Quintin. It’s weird of you don’t call me that.”

He washed himself, and he makes a good point. I am the only one that calls him Quintin, I’m the only one who calls him Snuggie, or bear, he’s mine.

“You’re the only exception, y/n. I hate when my mom calls me that, or when my brothers call me that. Only you.” Quinn bites his lip as he drys off from the shower.

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hughesluv · 1 year ago

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Flower Girl | Quinn Hughes

quinn hughes x fem!reader quinn finally musters up the courage to ask out the cute girl who owns the florist shop down the street. (words: 1.3k)

a/n: first post and first writing! hope you enjoy reading <3

The second Quinn laid his eyes on you, he knew he was a goner.

You newly opened a florist shop down the street from Quinn’s apartment to which he had stumbled into Mother’s Day morning. You noticed him wandering around, looking at various flowers, but yet to choose one. His widened eyes and dumbfounded expression revealed his lack of knowledge on flowers.

“Would you like any help?” you offered with a smile. His gaze redirected from the plants over to you- who was probably the prettiest girl he had ever seen. He admired every inch of your face from your perfect smile to your piercing eyes. Red flooded your cheeks as you watched him scan your face.

“That’d be nice.” he responded, placing down the pink tulips in his hand.

You showed him around your shop, pointing out Mother’s Day favorites for flowers and the prettiest bouquets in store. After minutes of contemplating what his mother would like, he finally decided on an arrangement of daisies and lavender.

“Good choice.” you complimented while cutting and wrapping the flowers. He blushed while pulling out his credit card and offering it to you. “No need to pay, these are on the house.”

“I can’t allow you to do that,” he argued, urging his card out towards you. You smiled at his politeness, still declining his payment. Any other customer would’ve taken the free flowers in the blink of an eye, but he didn’t. The simple gesture sent butterflies into your stomach,

“I insist! In a way you already paid me.”

His brows furrowed and curiosity painted his features, “In what way?” he questioned. A small grin graced his lips. You took this moment to really observe the features of the man whose name you were yet to know. You’d be lying to yourself if you thought he wasn’t truly handsome.

You brought your finger to your lips, tapping on them as if you were pondering telling him. He chuckled and rolled his eyes playfully. His laugh set off even more butterflies in your stomach. It was the type of laugh that could cheer anyone up, even on a bad day.

“By allowing me to help out a cute customer.” pink colored his cheeks all the way up to the tips of his ears. Was he imagining that you just hit on him? No, he couldn’t have.

You giggle at his reaction, eyes admiring the adorable color that coats his face. “I’m Y/N, by the way.” Y/N… that might’ve been the prettiest name Quinn had ever heard. Your name was just as breathtaking as you.

“I’m Quinn- Quintin.” he blurts out, mentally kicking himself for telling you his whole name. A toothy smile adorns your lips, revealing the dimples on the sides of your cheeks. Quinn mentally captures the moment, wishing he could take a photo of your gorgeous smile.

“Well then I guess I’ll see you around, Quinn-Quintin.” you tease playfully, pulling an embarrassed smile out of the boy. He thanked you, accepting the flowers from your hand and exiting the store.

Since that day, Quinn made up excuse after excuse to go into your shop again. He’d visit at least once a week- sometimes more- and buy flowers. The gorgeous bouquets now decorated almost every counter in his apartment as a constant reminder of you. His roommate, Elias, teased his sudden obsession with the arrangements, but Quinn brushed it off.

Over the weeks of him visiting your store, you learned more and more about him. He told you about his career as an NHL player in which you told him about why you started your floral business. As he kept uncovering more facts about you, he fell in love with you even more. He needed to do something about his longing crush; he needed to ask you out.

Quinn walked through the store doors, causing the doorbell to chime. “There's my favorite customer!” you exclaim as you see him. He smirked at the praise, only adding to his already huge ego. “And to what do I owe the pleasure?” you quirk an eyebrow, earning a hardy laugh out of the eldest hughes.

“I need your advice,” he begins. You lean against the counter and urge him to continue. “I have this, well, crush…” his eyes glue to the floor, wondering if he should be doing this. “And I don’t know how to ask her out.”

Your smile slowly fades. You thought Quinn had liked you, and that’s why he was always purchasing flowers, but you guess you were wrong. Your ego deflates as you feel like such an idiot. However, you don’t let your smile fully drop, you mask it and attend to Quinn as a friend.

“Well, does this girl like flowers?” you inquire, hopefully covering your sudden displeasure.

he nods, “She’s obsessed with flowers.” Great, so his crush also shared a liking of flowers. If only you had made a move on him first, considering his type of woman was either florists or borderline florists.

“Get her flowers, then. That’s a perfect way to ask someone out.” you smile, turning around and busying yourself with random items. You wish he got the hint and bothered someone else with his lady problems.

“That’s going to be perfect,” he beams. His sudden happiness feeds the green-eyed monster inside you. “What flowers should I get for her?” it almost feels belittling as he continues to annoy you with questions.

You roll your eyes while responding, “I don’t know, Quinn. It’s been a busy day and this is the last thing I want to do right now.” you avoid making eye contact with him as you trace the rim of your coffee cup with your finger.

He notices the edge to your tone. You clearly weren’t hiding the fact that you didn’t want him here. Insecurity washes through his body. What if you didn’t like him back? or even worse, what if this ruined your friendship? He pushes his negative thoughts to the back of his head, continuing on with his proposal.

He takes a deep breath, turning around and scanning the flowers displayed. One particular flower caught his eye- baby’s breath. Days ago you had mentioned your favorite flower was baby’s breath. You liked how minimalistic but stunning it was. You even went on a rant about how it was so underrated and how it clearly trumps the classic red rose. He smiled at the memory, grabbing a bouquet of baby’s breath flowers, and making his way back to the counter.

You divert your attention from your phone over to the floral Quinn held in his hand. Was he trying to make you jealous? He got your favorite flowers and was giving it to another woman? You felt pathetic and used.

You scoff as he hands it to you with a wide smile. It’s loud enough for him to hear, but he ignores it. Nonetheless, you cut, wrap, and tie the flowers as normal. Even if you were upset the flowers weren’t for you, you still had the decency to make them look nice. Silence filled the room as you handed the plants to him, sending him a half smile. “Hope she likes them.” you mumble.

Quinn thanks you, turning around and almost immediately turning back again. He holds out the flowers to you with a devilish grin.

Your eyes flutter back and forth in between him and the bouquet, “Is something wrong with them?” You ask. Confusion graces your features.

He shakes his head no, licking his lips, and speaking again, “Y/N, would you like to go out with me?” your eyes widen and mouth falls agape. He was never planning to ask another girl out, it was always you. “Ever since I met you, I thought you were the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. After getting to know you, now I know you’re not just the prettiest girl, but you’re also the funniest and most exciting girl I’ve ever met. It would mean the world if you went out with me.”

Your hands cover the toothy smile on your lips, “I’d love to go out with you, Quinny!”

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hearts4hughes · 2 years ago

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good 4 u

jack hughes x fem! reader

warnings: cheating / cheater!jack

a/n: this is not a happy or loving jack imagine, and no i am not making a part two where they end up together!!!!! this is an imagine for y/n to be a girlboss, and to show jack what he’s missing.

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jackhughes my first and only love @/samantha123 ❤️

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user157 real ones remember y/n :/

fan086 what happened to y/n?

samantha123 mi amore🫶🏻

jackhughes mia bella

user85 didn’t he call y/n that?

staring at your phone, you huff out a laugh in disbelief.

did jack recreate your one year anniversary photoshoot, with his new girlfriend? is he serious?

after getting stood up at a bar, jack quickly approached you. he allowed you to vent to him and get all your negative emotions out of your system. you were aware of his obvious motives- to get your number- but you ignored it. towards the end of the night, you slipped jack a piece of paper with your number on it. thrilled would’ve been an understatement for what he felt.

a friendship blossomed into a serious relationship after a few weeks of talking. you were a breath of fresh air to him, and with the stress of your upcoming modeling career, he helped you through so much. his parents, brothers, and friends loved you. fans even envied you.

you two were perfect for each other.

well, that was until just after your one year anniversary. you noticed jack becoming more distant, slowly slipping away from you. you also noticed his recent obsession with his phone. he always liked to go on his phone. however, he couldn’t stay away from it. it was almost as if he was hiding something.

one day while jack was in the shower, his phone began to go crazy. he was getting notification after notification, and it was driving you insane. even though you knew it was wrong, you picked up his phone, entered his password, and checked what all the noise was from.

you were horrified from what you had seen- photo after photo of some blonde girl’s perky tits and perfect body. however, that wasn’t even the worst part. the worst part was the texts he was sending to her. various messages praising her perfect body, and even saying that she was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. through tears and sobs, you packed everything from the shared apartment, leaving before jack even got out of the shower.

confusion hit jack when he got out of the shower, and you were nowhere to be seen. he had called out your name about ten times before he noticed his phone thrown on the bed. the screen was open to his instagram dm’s. his heart dropped and his throat went dry. right there and then, he realized the mistake he made.

it only took a month for jack to get over you. while he was in his post-breakup blues, samantha- the same girl whom he cheated on you with- was there at his aid. guilt hit him as he bought her a ticket to new jersey, desperate to distract the aching pain in his heart. she barely filled the gaping hole in his life, but at least he wasn’t lonely.

you on the other hand, had to spend your time watching jack and samantha grow into a ‘loving relationship’. you knew it was all bullshit. you knew jack regretted ever sending her a text, but you were just waiting for him to come back, begging for mercy. that’s why you were now dressing up in the skimpiest bikini you had, snapping photos and uploading them to instagram.

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yourusername you’ve always been my favorite, quintin

staring at your phone’s voicemails, you gleam with pride and revenge.

missed voicemail from jack - “i miss you so much, y/n. i’m sorry i cheated. i messed up so bad. please come back.”

it almost felt refreshing as you screenshotted the voicemail, dming it to samantha, and discarding your phone on your bed. this was a new era.

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hughesmedicine · 2 years ago

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meme city| j. hughes

!platonic jack hughes x reader

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yourusername when your best friend is a walking meme!

ps: the last pic is him telling ellen he’s ready for a nap!

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pkochetkov · 2 years ago

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[blurb] movie night w the hughes bros

pairing: quinn hughes x girlfriend! reader

summary: quinn’s girlfriend is the mom of movie night

author’s note: first hockey blurb :) idc what anyone says, jack is a disney girly n that’s that. this is kinda rushed, maybe i’ll fix it maybe i won’t. guys i’m so nervous posting this omg

warning: cussing

gif creds: someone on pinterest idk :(

masterlist [coming soon]

"jack, you have watched this movie at least 17 times in the past month."

"that's because it's a good movie!"

"good, we aren't watching it again."

"that sucks for you, because i'm older"

"y/n! jack is being a dumbass." the older woman sighed. quinn chuckled at his girlfriend's misery. "why do they yell for me? you're the one related to them."

just as her sentence finished, the rumble of heavy footsteps on the carpeted steps caught her attention. listening to the footsteps, she determined luke was in the lead, jack following behind.

"y/n, please help." the youngest hughes ran to her side pushing his oldest brother away.

“what can i do for you, lu?” the younger boy began clinging to her back when jack ran through the door.

“give it to me, you fucking fuck.” jack said and ran at his youngest brother.

“kind words, jackson. can someone tell me what the issue is here? and can you not like crawl into my girlfriends skin luke?” quinn said leaning against the counter close to where he was previously standing.

the boys began yelling over each other to explain their sides of the story: jack wanting to watch his favorite movie for the 18th time this month and luke wanting to watch the new scary movie that just came out.

y/n listened to both boys, trying to fully hear them over the other’s yelling. a migraine was definitely in the works for her.

“jack, i’m sorry-” “no!” “let me finish you big idiot. we’ve seen cars 2 a million times, luke’s movie is new and if we finish it, and none of us are tired, then we can rewatch cars 2.”

“yes!” luke said and let the girl go so he could run back to the living room, a sulking jack following behind him.

y/n turned to her boyfriend and sighed pushing her head into his chest. “just think, we gonna have 4 of those running around.”

y/n’s eyes widened, “quintin jerome hughes, you won’t be getting anything if you think we’re having four kids!”

wc: idk 🤭

#:mar’s blurbs!#quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #hockey boys #nhl hockey #nhl imagine #vancouver canucks #luke hughes #jack hughes #hughes brother r better #quinn hughes imagine

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ghostfacd · 1 year ago

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FOOLISH ONE ! — LUKE HUGHES

— “stop checking your mailbox for confessions of love that ain’t never gonna come,”

pairing; slytherin!luke x fem!hufflepuff!reader

genre; angst at beginning, secret baby trope, exes to lovers, blackcat!luke, golden retriever!reader

summary; it’s been a little over a year since luke broke things off with yn to go to umich. she still hopes to hear from him someday, a confession of his love, yet it never happens. luke doesn’t know, however, it’s not just her waiting for him.

author’s note; didn’t reread this so there may be grammar mistakes and typos! lmk if u guys want to see more rowden and lukey content

✸ SLYTHERIN!LUKE MASTERLIST (read first for more context on yn and luke’s relationship)

When Luke broke things off with you to go play hockey in umich, you’d thought he’d at least try to keep in contact.

He did say he was going to visit every year. But that was a total fat lie. Luke Hughes did not visit, he didn’t even bother writing you a message.

You couldn’t be mad. You somewhat understood it from his point of view. He was passionate about hockey, just as he’d always been about Quidditch when the two of you were still teenagers at Hogwarts. Luke Hughes did not owe you anything, he was just your ex.

And also.. maybe.. possibly.. the father of your baby. No, he definitely was. The boy had golden curls just like his father when he was younger.

“Rowden!” You called out, patting your lap to let your baby know where to go.

Rowden Quintin Hughes. You had decided to name Rowden after Jack and Quinn, the two boys who accepted you as their little sister the day their brother started dating you.

Rowden was an exact replica of his father, his cute chubby cheeks and his blonde curls making his appearance ten times cuter than he already was. You loved your baby, and you knew if Luke knew of him, he would to.

But was it selfish for you not to tell Luke? That you found out you were two months pregnant when he left for the airport? Maybe a part of you wanted to keep it a secret, just you and Rowden for a little while.

“Rowdy baby,” you coo, smothering his cheek with kisses that made the baby gurgle happily.

“He’s a happy baby today, isn’t he?” Kielle walks into your living room, carrying a baby of her own.

See, the funny thing was, you and Kielle actually got pregnant around the same time. Of course, Mark was already aware of his son, and always came on his school breaks to visit him and his girlfriend.

You and Kielle decided to move in with each other after finding out you were both becoming mothers, and the rest was history. Tons of morning sickness, mood swings, and late night cravings. For a while, both of your guy’s best friends was Doordash. Mark had always ordered it, making sure his girlfriend and baby were well fed.

Mark knew about Rowden, but you and Kielle begged him to keep it a secret. He was reluctant at first; knowing if he was in Luke’s shoes, he would want to know. But he decided that it wasn’t his choice to make whether or not to tell him, so he kept it a secret from his best friend.

“Theo, say hi to Rowdy, baby!” Kielle says, making her way over to the two of you. “Rowdy’s so quiet isn’t he?”

“Yes,” you nod, “suppose he’s like Luke. Never talks unless he’s supposed to.”

Kielle scrolls through her phone for a bit, breastfeeding Theo while she’s at it. A certain picture makes her wince.

“What’s wrong Kie?” You ask, curious to see what she’s looking at.

She quickly pulls her phone to her chest, shaking her head. “Nothing you have to worry about Y/N. Look, I think Rowdy’s falling asleep.”

It was true. Rowden was snoozing off in your arms, a content smile settled on his face. He was the cutest baby, your baby, you still couldn’t believe it till this day.

“Okay Theo, time to sleep baby.” Kielle carries him to her room, and you’re left alone with a sleeping Rowden. Carefully, you take him into your room, placing him in his crib.

Now it was time for you to have personal time. You decide to spend it scrolling through social media for thirty minutes, looking at what your old classmates were up to. A certain picture catches your vision, and you swore your heart almost drops.

It’s Luke’s post. And on it was of him placing his arm around a girl, captioning it Going Blue with the fave! 💙

You didn’t know how to feel. First, Luke hadn’t spoken to you since the day he took off to Michigan, and now, he’s posing and writing a intimate caption with a girl? Could he break your heart any more?

You didn’t even realize you’re crying until Kielle comes in with tissues, frowning. “I take it you saw the post?”

You only shakily nod, not wanting to speak.

“It’s okay Y/N, he doesn’t deserve you.”

But he does. And you’ll let him have you if he wanted you back. You always will.

When you finally fall asleep, snoring softly with the baby monitor by your side, that’s when Kielle thinks she’s had enough.

There was no way her best friend, Luke motherfucking Hughes, was going to hurt her other best friend like that. She wouldn’t allow it.

“Mark? Cmon pick up,” she says, chewing on her nails nervously.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” Mark’s voice automatically shifts to concern over the phone, seeing his girlfriend’s upset face. “Is there something wrong with Theo? Do I need to fly there baby?”

“No Marky, there’s nothing wrong, well, not with us.”

“Then why’d you call?”

“You seriously need to tell Luke to get his shit together Mark, I’m serious. He’s been making poor Y/N cry so much, it’s not good for her or Rowden. I seriously don’t know what the fuck is going through Luke’s head, especially since he was so inlove with her and now he won’t even text her?”

Mark sighs, watching his girlfriend become pissed off as each minute passes. “The Instagram post, right? Listen, I’m not justifying any of his behavior but the girl, she’s just one of the girls from the sororities who we’re friends with. Nothing more, I promise. In fact, I’m pretty sure Luke is still hungover on Y/N. Wont talk about her.”

Kielle’s anger subsides, but it’s still apparent. “Just a girl from one of the sororities huh?”

“Yes baby, I promise. I wouldn’t lie to you. If anything, I want Y/N and Luke back together. They were so good.”

“They were Marky, they were.”

Mark thinks for a minute, before an idea pops into his head. “Kiel baby,”

“Hm?”

“I have an idea. You know how winter break is in a few days and I’m coming? How about I bring Luke? I’ll just tell him that we’re all catching up. He doesn’t know Y/N lives with you.”

Kielle ponders, then nods slowly. “I just want them back together, Mark. They made each other better and I really can’t stand Y/N being so upset, especially since she has Rowden to take care of now.”

Mark smiles, reassuring her everything will be fine. “How’s Rowdy by the way?”

“He’s good. Not fussy like our Theo. He reminds me of Luke, blonde curls, quiet, and sometimes, he’s all smiley. It’s adorable.”

“Yeah, I just wish Luke was there to see Rowdy when he was first born.”

“Me too.”

The next few days passed by quickly, and you’re reminded that Mark is coming. Kielle is all excited, cleaning and making food the entire day as you watched Theo and Rowden.

The doorbell rings. Once, twice, and another six times because Mark just loves to mess with you two.

“I’ll get it,” you say as Kielle takes off her apron. “You watch the boys.”

When you open the door, you expect to see a smiley Mark, all giddy to see his son again. There he was, all giddy like you had imagined; only this time, a tall figure stands next to him.

A tall, curly haired, all too familiar figure stands right next to Mark. You don’t have to think twice about knowing who it is. It’s Luke Hughes.

“Luke, you’re here..” you say, and the wavering of your voice doesn’t go missed by the boy.

He always remembered tiny details about you due to his ability to memorize and his attentive personality.

“I am,” he says awkwardly, “may we come in?”

“Uh.. yes, of course!”

You don’t know how you’re gonna hide Rowden from Luke. Or, you could just make a run for it now. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to run away from your problems.

“Dude, why didn’t you tell me she was here?!” You hear Luke quietly whisper—which wasn’t really quiet because you had heard everything.

“My bad! I thought it was just Kielle!”

You knew Mark was lying. And you had a stinging feeling that Kielle was in on the lie too.

“Where’s Theo?” Luke’s head scans around the room, smiling brightly when he sees his best friend’s son. “Hi Theo! It’s your uncle Luke.”

He notices Rowden on the floor next to Theo, laying on his back and sucking on his thumb.

Luke raises his eyebrows at this. Blonde, curly hair. Mark was neither of this. If Luke wasn’t going crazy, he would’ve thought it was his son. Was it?

“And who’s this tiny fella?” Luke asks, softly picking Rowden up with as much gentleness as he possibly can. He had a sinking feeling that there was more to the baby than meets the eye.

“Rowden,” you say quietly. The familiar name of his brother makes Luke’s ears perk up.

“Rowden?”

“Rowden Quintin Hughes.”

It’s as if the world had paused. Come to a stop. Luke’s heart freezes for a moment, all the emotions he had kept pushed back into the back of his head came crawling out.

“Rowden Quintin Hughes?” He chokes out.

Mark and Kielle noticed how you and Luke needed to have a serious conversation, so, with a quick pickup of Theo, they both headed to Kielle’s room, shutting the door for privacy.

“I’m sorry,” is all you can say as you try to hold back a sob.

Luke shakes his head, placing Rowden down and opening his arms out for you to lean in.

“Hey hey, none of that okay?” Luke rubs the side of your arm, letting you know he’s there. “You don’t have to apologize to me for anything. I’m the one that should be saying sorry. I was a jerk, ghosting you when I got to Michigan.”

“Yeah,” you say, looking up at him. “You really were.”

“The truth was—I was scared I’d fall inlove with you all over again if I had stayed in contact.” Luke shakily sighs, “I couldn’t stand the thought of not being able to be with you. I was an idiot, for breaking up with you, for everything I’ve done in the past.”

“You were a big idiot,” you say, laughing slightly.

“A very big big idiot,”

Rowden gurgles loudly, holding his tiny hands up in the air, waiting for you to pick him up.

You put your hand in the back of Rowden’s hand to support him as you placed him against your chest. “Hi Rowdy baby, it’s your dad.”

That’s all it took for Luke Hughes to let out a sob of his own, overwhelmed by the confirmation from you.

“Hi buddy,” he says softly, taking Rowden out of your hold. “I’m so sorry your daddy wasn’t here when you were born and for the first year of your life. I’m so so sorry,”

He places kisses against Rowden’s cheeks, eyes closing to cherish the moment with his son.

“So, who was the girl if you don’t mind me asking?”

Luke raises his eyebrows, now full attention on you. “The girl on my Instagram?” He questions.

You only nod.

“She.. she was a friend at one of the sororities. I met her months ago at some frat party. She was really nice, and asked me out.”

Your swore your heart nearly sunk into its chest. “That’s.. great Luke. What did you say?”

“Of course I said no,” he says, placing Rowden down carefully.

“Why?”

“Because I told her I was too inlove with somebody else.”

That’s all you needed to hear before smashing your lips against Luke’s, both of your bodies latched onto each other as it craved each other’s presence.

“I love you too Luke.”

“I know that,” Luke places another kiss to your lips. “And I’ll forever spend the rest of my days making it up to you and Rowden.”

It’s not until two hours later that Mark and Kielle walk out that they see you and Luke curled up next to each other, fast asleep with his arms securely around your shoulder and Rowden by your side.

They silently smile at one another, knowing their plan had finally worked after all.

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athenaswrath · 9 months ago

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Until I Found You - Chapter 3

Quinn Hughes x Reader

Word count: 1,163

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 >Chapter 3< Chapter 4

Quinn's POV

When Jack and Luke started talking about how amazing the new girl on their crew was, I thought she was just another girl looking for fun, but time passed and they kept bringing her into every single conversation. Then mom and dad met her, and the same thing happened. "She cannot be that good, she's probably faking it" I told them from time to time. While Jack was harder to get close to, Luke was so caring, and that worried me. He is already so attached to her, "you don't know her, Quinn" is what he always answers.

Now that I met her and saw the panic on her face, I couldn't help but think about everything she's done for my brothers, like that time she helped Luke with a panic attack or how she cooks for them from time to time, taking the time to look at their diet. So after I left her outside the room, I started beating myself up. I'm not the best around people, which should be a valid excuse in any other situation, but I also know that she suffers from anxiety and that she helped Luke that time from mere experience.

So when I went downstairs and Jack formally introduced me to her, I took advantage of Trevor's nonexistent silence to distract my attention from her and think about how I was going to make her feel welcomed, but time passed and eventually she came to me again. "Hey" she said in a soft voice, "you should go upstairs and sleep there, I mean, this is your room after all. Holtzy is there but I'm sure Jack or Lu wouldn't mind switching" and there it was, she thought I was uncomfortable with her. I took the time to truly look at her, and I could see it. Behind that cute face and soft body, I could see that kind-hearted girl my brothers described all this time.

After God knows how long, I finally said "Thank you, but it's okay if you sleep there. And... I'm sorry, I... What happened earlier was my fault, so you don't have to blame yourself for it, it is nice to finally meet the girl that my brothers feel so close to" I took another glance at her, trying to keep a soft expression, and then I headed upstairs, where Luke was yelling for me.

"What?" "Whoah man relax, just wanted to give you some blankets" I didn't say anything after that, but I could feel his gaze on me "why are we giving bad looks at Q this time Lukey?" said Jack when he entered the room. "I don't know yet, but there's something off about him today"

"It better not be related to Belle" he said in a serious tone, which was a weird thing. Luke immediately stopped moving and looked at me and I could feel my god-damned face heating up. "No, absolutely not. You won't get too close to her, but you'll make her feel safe. You hear me? I told you this whole time she was one of the kindest, hardest working, selfless people I know and I don't want you to take advantage of that"

"what do you think I'm gonna do to her? you know damn well I don't like to fool around and I will never try to hurt her, I know she means a lot to you, we're just... in an awkward situation, I think she's unconfortable?"

Luke threw the blankets at me and said "well you better fix it Quintin" and then he's slamming the door, leaving me stading in the corridor.

The next morning I wake up to my growling stomach, and I immediately know why. I'm pretty sure the entire house smells like waffles and bacon, so I make my way to the kitchen to find y/n slicing apples, and I can spot enough food for 30 people (or the equivalent, which is all 7 of us)

"How'd you do this?" I said before thinking, which caused her to jump in surprise and make a cut on her own hand "oh shit, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" I grab her hand, putting it under the water. When she didn't answer, I turned to look at her, only to find a very pale-faced girl trying to catch her breath "yeah I just hate blood" she looked at me and gave me a small smile, which was immediately replaced by a frown "did I wake you? I'm sorry, I tried to be as quiet as possible..." Way to fix this, I thought to myself "I just made you cut your hand, and you're worrying about me waking up early? Jesus, you're... not what I expected"

I couldn't help but laugh. All this time I was worried about her taking advantage of my brothers in some way, and here she is, making me feel like an asshole. I grabbed a band-aid and secured it on her cut, barely hearing a small "thank you" coming off her lips, and before she can turn around, I say "I'm sorry, for everything. I shouldn't have left you in the hallway when we met and I should have introduced myself, I shouldn't have scared you just... I'm glad you're here, you have no idea how much you mean to my brothers, and I hope you forgive me and you can enjoy being here too"

She was looking at me with big doe eyes and a big, bright smile, and I felt my heart soften. "Thank you Quinn" she said and I swear I've never been more thankful to see Zegras' face than this moment "ugh it smells so good!" He said while shoving bacon in his mouth, followed by Drysdale who was shaking his head at his friend "morning, what are you two talking about?" he asked, and y/n answered "oh you know, I was thanking him because I finally got my honorary invite to the Hughes lake house this summer," she chirps, wrapping an arm around Jamie's shoulders and leaning into his side

"Morning beauties!" Jack yelled the minute he opened the kitchen door and behind him was a grumpy Luke "do you need to be that loud all the time?" I saw y/n laughing softly, accepting Luke's hug, he stayed there for two minutes and I thought he had fallen asleep again but y/n brushed his curls off his face and Luke grabbed her wrist "what happened to your hand?" He touched her gently "I was preparing everything, and I dissociated, you know how I am" she smiled sheepishly at him "oh my clumsy sis, it smells delicious tho thank you" and he started arguing with the rest of the guys, complaining about not being enough food for him. "You should grab some, they'll have zero mercy if you get none" Her eyes snapped to mine while heat rushed to her cheeks, and I couldn’t control the smile that broke across my face.

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Author's Note: couldn't post this last week but this week I'll post a Sebastian Aho request and the 4th chapter

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whatsaninterestingplacethisis · 11 months ago

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Love Is A Losing Game

Imagine

Quinn Hughes x Latina!Reader

Synop: y/n has a crush on Quinn for months now and she finally sees a chance to tell him at a holiday party.

cw: mentions of getting high, mentions of drinking, cussing, sad unrequited love, angst + smidge of fluff ig

a/n: This is my failed attempt at writing pure angst. Brock x reader if you read in between the lines. quinn's gf in this story is someone I made up. Lowkey rushed and quick

"Are you absolutely sure he doesn't like you?"

Your friend from your hometown had came to visit you in Vancouver. She decided the first night she was going to spend here was to get high and try face masks.

"Well I'm not 100% sure, but realistically no, he doesn't see me that way."

Her visitation couldn't have come any sooner, you needed to talk about your Quinn problems with her in person.

"Then I don't I like him already." she said

"Quinn is a nice and sweet guy, he's just never made a move or hinted that he likes me more than a friend." you adjusted your mask, "actually I don't even think we are that close of friends."

"That sucks." she leaned back into her seat on the couch

"Thanks for the help." you scoffed at her calmness

"Well you can confess to him and it could or could not go well. It's your life."

"A complicated life." you finished what she wanted to say. She gave you a sad smile through her white face mask.

"You're phone is ringing. Here, it's Brock" she passed you your phone, "Hey isn't Brock the cute blonde one?" you gave her a quizzing, "I guess." you whispered before picking up the call

"Hey B"

"Hey y/n/n, are you busy this Saturday?"

Brock is the one who introduced you to Quinn. Well the team and of course Quinn was there. Brock became a close friend when you first moved to Van.

"Maybe, my friend visited from y/ht/n this week and we might have plans, why?"

"There's this holiday party one of the guys is hosting, it's a family and friends thing. You're invited" he said of the other line

"Uh give me a sec" you turned to your friend to ask her if she was okay with this party, she mouthed "let's go"

"Can my friend come along?"

"Yeah sure"

"Okay cool just tell me when and where"

"Will do, goodnight y/n/n."

"Goodnight B."

Your friend ripped her face mask off as got all excited, "A holiday party? Are you kidding?"

"No?"

"Oh my god, do you know what this means?"

"That it's a holiday party." you stated falty.

"Yes and there will me a mistletoe. You can make your move on Quintin!"

"First, don't call him that it sounds weird. Second, I'm not going to my boldly confess my feelings by kissing him under the mistletoe.”

“You have no idea, it could be a scene from a Christmas Hallmark movie!”

“Oh how I wish my love life was like a Hallmark movie, but no.”

When you first met Quinn, he was shy and self reserved which made your heart fall faster for him. You didn’t know why your type was guys like Quinn, but it was rare to see them be as kind as him.

For months you kept this crush a secret from everyone besides your friend. Even Brock, who would have just teased you. But you figured it had been long enough to not do anything. Maybe this party could finally be it, that is if he’s even there.

“Brock is this y/f/n, y/f/n this is Brock.” You introduce two of your great friends to each other when you stepped into the casual party.

They said hi to each other, while your friend had too bright of a smile on her face for staring at a man she’d just met.

“You dress nice” you complimented Brock’s button down and slick back hair that was already coming undone

“Thanks, you look great too.” To be honest, you didn’t feel that good about your appearance but y/f/n tried to convince you otherwise.

“There’s appetizers and food in the kitchen if y’all are hungry” he offered to take you and y/f/n’s coats and led the way to the kitchen.

It was stilly pretty early and you didn’t want to ask Brock if Quinn was here so you made rounds introducing your friend to the people you knew.

She would leave you to yourself though an hour into the night. You were getting antsy if Quinn was going to show up at all, so you decided to look for your friend. She was sitting on the couch with Brock by the fireplace, all smiley and giggly.

If anything, you thought, she was having a scene from a Hallmark movie.

It was too cold outside to get away from the social gathering so you found a closed off dinning room to sit in silence in.

It was unnerving to sit alone in silence when across a door there were people talking and Christmas music playing.

Y/f/n was wrong. Tonight was not a Hallmark movie, it’s a very depressing one.

“Oh hey, I didn’t expect to see you here”

You turned to the door and saw Quinn, also dressed nice in a black button down.

“Brock invited me” you answered his statement

“Oh I mean in this room. I assumed you would be at the party. Why are hanging out in here?” He walked towards you and pulled out a chair right next to you.

“So much talking that I would rather not do” you laugh nervously and he laughed too, rarely showing that smile of his.

“Yeah I get that. I just got here and immediately tried to hide.” Your heart skipped as you read into your common personalities but you sighed looking away from him.

“What’s up?” He asked taking notice of your sad demeanor

You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, “just boy problems, very boring stuff.” you joke

“Well I’m not that good at advice but I could listen for the drama” he jokes too making you laugh

“There’s this guy, that I like but I’m pretty sure he doesn’t like me back. But I don’t know for sure or anything so I’m thinking I should just tell him but if I did and he said he doesn’t feel the same way then I would feel like an idiot.” you confessed inconspicuously as possible.

“Is he someone on the team?” He asked too calmly

“No he’s from my work.” you tried to lie as smooth as possible and luckily it went unnoticed

“Well personally I wouldn’t tell him” you turned to look at him, “I wouldn’t tell a girl I liked her if I knew for sure she didn’t like me. The fear of being rejected is very real and it hurts. But I also think any guy would be dumb to not like you.”

You felt your face start to warm up and hoped it didn’t show, “You’re a good friend, Quinn” You said with a small smile

“Thanks” he whispered “I try.” he said before making you laugh again

“What hell are you guys doing in here? It’s a party, you guys need to mingle and talk with people!” Brock’s loud voice echoes in the dinning room as his eyes look between the both of you.

“We’re not very mingling type of people.” You joke to your friend who looks like he has had a couple drinks now

“No duh. Huggy I need your help in the kitchen man.”

Quinn got out of his chair and turned to you, “I’ll see you around tonight” he says with a soft smile before being manhandled by the blonde.

You sat in the dinning room for a couple more minutes thinking about what Quinn said. Yes, rejection sucks but what he said about a guy being dumb to not like you. Was he hinting at himself?

You looked around the big house to find y/f/n again to tell her what happened but she was nowhere to be seen. So you found Brock instead,

“Hey B have you seen y/f/n?”

“Who?” Yeah he was a bit drunk.

“My friend who I came here with.”

“Oh yeah her, yeah no clue. I was talking to her on the couch earlier, she’s very flirty” He slurred

“Yeah that’s her, sorry about that.” you apologized for your friends bold behavior and left to circle the house again to find her.

You finally see her by the base of the staircase to the side. You smile as you’re about to run and tell her everything except when you saw Quinn on the base of the stairs with a girl, standing very close to the girl.

You watch them smile at each other. How his head hangs when he blushes and her arms wrapped around his neck. Your eyes follow hers and she looks above them, a mistletoe. Your smile drops and your body freezes as you see them smile and lean in for a kiss.

“PDA am I right? Disgusting.” Brock who had followed you from before saw the whole thing unfold. Even though your senses were going haywire you tried to keep calm

“Yeah, gross.” you whispered, “who’s she?” you tried to ask without it sounding like you were on the verge of tears

“Quinn’s girlfriend I guess” you felt your heart ache and a lump start to form in your throat, “oh, you’ve never seen her before?” you choke out

“Nah, I think this is their first public appearance.” Brock turned to look at you, even though he was inebriated he would always remember how glossy your eyes looked in that moment.

Your eyes were glued on the couple. Your friend was right, a scene from a Hallmark movie did happen tonight. It just didn’t involve you.

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maryleclerc · 5 months ago

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rowdyluv · 5 months ago

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Hooking you up.

summary: Quinn’s defense in why he “ditched” our on the new year’s tradition, picks up luke and reader’s story some too. Part 2, to “he’s been a bit of a jerk”

warnings: use of y/n and y/n/n, profanity, “18+” / suggestive (personally don’t feel it is but proof reading friend says it is suggestive at times) , is a part two. please read the link part

word count: 2.82k

notes: unedited as of June 9 2024, prompt was made by two suggested ideas.

Part 1

The air in the room was thick with anticipation as Quinn and Jack sat side by side on the couch, their eyes fixed on the living room door, waiting for their arrival. A slow, unavoidable creak from the front door echoed through the house, signaling the arrival of Luke and y/n. Quinn glanced at his brother Jack, their eyes meeting briefly before darting back to the entrance. They exchanged nervous smiles, Quinn’s stomach doing flips and flops.

The doorknob rattled slightly before the living room door was finally swinging open, revealing Luke and y/n standing there, Luke’s hands his in pockets. Both had their eyes averted avoiding the two boys on the couch. Quinn felt a strange wave of relief wash over him as he saw that they were both there. His heart raced as they walked slowly towards the couch, neither of them speaking. The silence was deafening.

Quinn glanced over at Jack, who gave him a reassuring nod. He took a deep tremulous breath, steeling himself for what was about to come their way. He could feel the weight of their friendship, the years of memories and inside jokes, hanging in the balance between them. He can’t believe he let his middle brother let him talk him into doing this on a holiday with a tradition between him and y/n.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering between the three Hughes brothers. She wanted to turn around and go right back out the front door, get back in Luke’s car, and go somewhere that wasn’t where Quinn Hughes was. Her features twisted in a mixture of sadness and anger.

Quinn knew that his best friend was hurting. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and comfort her, but he couldn't bring himself to do that. Not yet at least, not when he was pretty sure his idiotic ways of following Jack’s lead is why she was feeling this way. All he could do was ask her to talk.

Luke took a step forward, his hand gently brushing against her shoulder. She subconsciously leaned towards his touch. "Hey, you don't have to talk to him if you don't want to," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "It's okay if you're not ready to tackle it tonight." She bit her lip, her eyes darting back and forth between Luke and Quinn. She could see the worry in Luke's face, the fear that he'd somehow messed everything up between them already, just by walking into the house. And she could see the guilt in Quinn's eyes, the knowledge that he actually had done just that.

Quinn cleared his throat, feeling an unprecedented twinge of jealousy. It has always been him who was her rock and source of comfort in situations like this. An awkward tension spread as he glanced between his two brothers. "Y/n/n, I'm really sorry about what happened, with our usual plans..." He trailed off, not quite sure how to explain his position in Jack’s meddling. "I just thought..." He pulled his hands through his already disgruntled hair and let out a sigh of frustration. "I just thought it would be a good idea for you two to talk, I guess."Motioning between Luke and her.

Y/n bit her lip, her gaze flickering from Quinn to Luke and back again. "Quinn," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "Can we talk about this in private, please?" The word private held a tone of different of all the others. A tone of seriousness that alerted the other two boys in the room just how far he and Jack had gone. Quinn stood up from the couch slowly. He followed her down the hall towards the bedrooms, expecting to stop at his own but instead she entered Luke’s. “We’ll talk in here. I don’t want to be surrounded by a childhood that may or may not have been fake.” Her words hit hard to Quinn. He didn’t expect to be accused of being a fake friend just for missing out on one night. A night that was to help her.

Quinn closed the door behind them, taking a seat on Luke's bed. She paced across the room, her hands twisting together anxiously. She didn't know where to begin, how to explain the depth of her pain. "You know I've always had your back, Quinn," she said, her voice shaking with emotion. "I've always been there for you, through thick and thin. And you know I would do anything for you. I have never left you high and dry. Ever. When we were 16 and your team made it to some huge championship all the way in Florida I missed my drivers license test to go and had to wait 3 more months for a retake date. I didn’t care because I was supporting my best friend. When you were drafted I missed a huge job interview because all we ever talked about growing up was that moment. Was you making it to the league. There was no way I was missing it. We made these traditions between us so we always had these moments together and then you just...you just abandon me on the night of one of them." She had started pulling at the ends of her hair a sign she was on the verge of an anxiety breakdown. “You left me behind as if I wasn’t important anymore or like you didn’t want to keep special dates to insure we had time. It was painful.”

Quinn's heart ached as he listened to her words, feeling the weight of his actions pressing down on him. "I'm sorry, y/n/n. I didn't realize..." he began, unable to finish the sentence. He knew she was upset, but he didn't realize how badly until now. He never meant to make her feel like she wasn't important to him. Next to his mom, she was the most important female in his life. "I didn't mean for it to seem like I didn't want to spend time with you." He watched her pace the floor and pull on her hair. “Hey…hey, stop that.” Quinn insisted pulling her hands down gently. “It’s okay. Take a few deep breaths. I’ll finish telling you everything and tell you why I went with Jack if you can ease your way out of this world your head has gone to.”

For the first time since she came into the house Quinn felt himself relax slightly when she let him guide her away from her anxiety breakdown she was edging to. Quinn let out breath he had been holding .

She took a few deep breaths, calming herself down. "Okay," she said, her voice still shaky. "I'm sorry for that. I just...I just don't understand why you would ditch me so suddenly, and without an explanation? It isn’t like you. We don’t get to see each other that often as it is and then you do this. It was like a slap in the face." She sat down on the bed beside him, her eyes searching his face for signs of the explanation.

Quinn nodded, understanding her hurt. "I know it sounds crazy, but Jack had come with this plan. He's been trying to convince Luke to make a move on you for months now. He thought that if we went out together and left you two alone, Luke would feel more inclined to just go for it." He looked down at his hands, feeling guilty for manipulating the entire situation. "I know it was wrong of us to do that, but I wanted you two to be happy. I didn't want Luke to keep pining after you and never say anything." Y/N stared at her best friend in disbelief. Did she hear him correctly? “Not being here to witness any of the last few months to a year of how the two of you interact with each other I was very torn about whether I should of followed through with Jack’s plan.” He laughed a genuine tiny laugh. “But then i remembered how you only talked about Luke the last time you visited me in Vancouver. Every other story was ‘Luke this or Luke that’ and I knew then you were smitten with my baby brother. Plus the last time we played in Detroit you road with Luke to the game, why you couldn’t ride with mom and dad I couldn’t figure out. Jack listed all these other scenarios that made it impossible for me not to go along with his plan or I suppose scheme since it caused a problem. It is whatever you want to call it. Because regardless of the fact it was intended for Luke to buck up and make a move, I was hoping you would come out of it happy. Happier than if you had spent the night with me.”

She was silent for a moment, taking in everything he had said. She didn't know what to feel. Part of her was angry that he had gone along with Jack's scheme, but another part of her understood why both brothers did what they did. "I guess I never really thought about it that way," she said finally. "I just felt like you abandoned me." She looked at him, searching his eyes for any sign that he was potentially lying about the entire situation, however the whole story was too spot on. "And I don't know if I should be happy that you and Jack noticed Luke might have feelings for me or scared that Jack wants to push us together." Quinn scoffs and shakes his head with a slight smile. “Jack doesn’t have to do any pushing now. We could read it all over his face the second he opened the door to the living room. We know that something happened between the two of you tonight. We just don’t know what.” Quinn turns his head slightly to look at her, raising an eyebrow as if to ask the question ‘what happened’.

Y/n sighs and flops back against the bed. "Well, it's not like I've been trying to hide my attraction or feelings either as you pointed out, but it only got more obvious. But I guess Luke didn’t notice or catch on. I’m not sure. What can I say brother grew up to be the most attractive and the best kisser out of you all. Well again, only have kissed you and him and no plans to kiss the other. I’ve seen the best of Luke and the worst of him growing up around you all. Plus I’m younger than you as it is so it’s not a crazy weird age gap…We do hang out sometimes alone already. And well tonight we were at the usual New Year’s Eve party...and he sat with me outside in the freezing cold, with absolutely no complaints for I don’t know how long. I noticed that he only had his coat and beanie on after a while, so I offered up the blanket. We were wrapped up close under the blanket he brought out to me, and then he kissed me a few minutes after midnight.." She pauses, remembering the kiss, well kisses, the way Luke had looked at her as if he had waited for that moment his entire life, the way it had felt. "I don't know what it means or where it's going, other than we both agreed to start a new tradition of he and I on new years since you missed out, but I've been thinking about it ever since." She hadn’t noticed the smile across her face when she mentioned a tradition starting with Luke.

“Why not ask him about it? I’m sure both my dweeb brothers have their ears stuck to the door right now” Quinn rolled his eyes getting up off the bed. Y/n’s face turning a deep maroon as she blushed so hard.

"Well? Do you not want to know what he has to say for himself?" Quinn asked, leaning against the door frame casually, his arms crossed over his chest. His younger brothers flailing over the other as their balance was lost with the suddenly opening of the door.

Y/n sighed, rolling her eyes as she sat up on the bed. "Fine," she huffed, glancing at Quinn before turning her attention to the brothers standing in front of her. "Luke.” She playfully tsks. “What do you have to say for yourself?" she challenged, her tone teasing. l

Both older brothers shoved each other out of the way, stepping out of the room and closing the door behind them. Luke cleared his throat, taking a deep breath before looking at her. "I'm not sure if I completely understand what was going on in either of my brothers’ brains when they planned tonight out, but I want to be honest with you," he began. "After tonight, I won’t be able to stop thinking about it, and...well, I just want to see where things could go between us. I know it's crazy considering my oldest brother is your longest friend but..."

Y/N smiled, her cheeks still flushed. "It's not that crazy, Luke. I mean, we've known each other for years, we've seen each other at our best and worst, and...I want to see where things could go too. It's not like I didn't notice how attractive you are," she teased, reaching up to mess with the collar of his sweatshirt.

Luke chuckled, feeling a wave of heat spread through his chest. "Well, you've always been beautiful, yourself. And I mean that sincerely. Not just because we're in this...moment." He paused, taking a deep shaky breath. Suddenly aware he was alone with her in his bedroom.

She smiled up at him, feeling the warmth in her cheeks. "So, what do we do now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Luke leaned down, his eyes locked on hers, and kissed her gently. The touch of his lips sent a shiver down her spine. He pulled back slightly, his breath mixing with hers. "We could...explore this. Us," he suggested, reaching out to take her hand. "If you want." He whispered. “Or you can go out there and thank Quinn for being an ass like you wanted to.”

She grinned, feeling her heart race. She knew exactly what she wanted to do, and it had nothing to do with her best friend. "Let's explore," she breathed, allowing him to pull her closer and into a kiss. His touch sent waves of desire coursing through her veins. She could feel the heat between them, and she wanted more.

Luke's left hand slid down her back, over the curves of her waist, and up under her sweater. He gently caressed her bare skin, making her shiver with pleasure. His other hand cupped her cheek, holding her close as he slowly deepened their kiss.

Her body responded to his touch subconsciously, her hips pressing against his. She moaned into the kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair as she arched her back, wanting him closer. She could feel the heat between them, and she knew she was losing control. Restraining herself she withdrew from the kiss. “I.. I think that’s far enough.” She huffed trying to catch her breath. Luke nodded, pressing a kiss to her head before backing her up to his bed. “Let’s cuddle and call it a night like you wanted pretty girl.” Luke whispered to her as if anyone else would hear him.

Luke searched through his clothing drawers and handed her some clothes to swear for bed. Giving her privacy to change before laying down in the bed.

Y/N smiled as she joined him and nestled into his chest. She wrapped her arms around his waist, feeling the warmth of his skin through the thin fabric of his shirt. Luke caressed her hair, playing with the ends while he kissed her forehead. The soft rustle of the sheets and the gentle rhythm of their breathing filled the room as they laid there, lost in the moment. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of being close to him, mentally thanking Quinn and Jack for their scheming support. Who would have ever thought that the two of them being pesky brothers would have given her the boy of her dreams.

She just has one last question for Quinn. If he knew she had feelings for his younger brother, why did he bet that she didn’t like him at all? Was it to fuel his competitive spirit and make him want to try for her? She would have to ask him the first chance she got, but she would have to pry herself out of the arms of Luke first. She’s already decided though that his arms are her new home. In other words, the answer may remain a mystery forever.

thank you thank you thank youuuuu to the two who gave the idea for this. @cheriwritesig and @idonotknow7778

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amoreeny · 2 years ago

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We're Safe

Pairing: Oliver Queen x F!Reader Synopsis: Billionaire playboy, Oliver Queen and Billionaire playgirl Y/N Merlyn, has been considered dead for five years. Now, they have returned. But something, during those five years, has changed them into mysterious green hooded archers. warnings: Fluff, kissing, sex, s*ui*de, mentions of trauma and torture Characters: Oliver Queen, Reader, Tommy Merlyn, Thea Queen, Moria Queen, Walter, Laurel Lance, Quintin Lance, Sarah Lance Word count: 13.2k Words *also, English is not my first language so sorry if they're any grammar or spelling mistakes!*

While running through the woods (Y/N) and Oliver try to get to were their are arrows are hidden. While making it to the location they see a boat and run over to their supplies. Olive r sticks his knife into the rock and she stands beside him. He grabs an arrow and passes it quickly on the rock so it could create a flame. He gets ready to shoot. When he lets go of the arrow, it lands in the pack of sticks they had placed there earlier and the sticks light on fire. It grabbed the attention of the 2 fishermen who were on the boat.

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"The name of the island they found us on is Lian Yu. It's Mandarin for 'purgatory'. "

The men slowly walk over to were the fire was as we were also walking towards them.

"We've been stranded here for five years. We've dreamed of our rescue every cold, black night since then."

We walk infront of the men and kneel.

"For five years, we've only had one thought, one goal, survive."

As the men looked at each other we took off our hoods slowly and looked up at them

"Survive and one day, return home."

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As we sat down with a blanket around us, one of the men brought us two cups of some warm tea

"The island held many dangers. To live, we had to make ourselves more than what we were to forge ourselves into a weapon. We are returning, not the boy and girl who was shipped wrecked but the man and woman who will bring justice to those who have poisoned our city."

The man walked away as we both looked back at the island.

"My name is Oliver Queen"

"And my name is(Y/N) Merlyn."

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Headline reads: Lost Billionaire's found"

-breaking- LOST BILLIONAIRE'S DISCOVERED IN NORTH CHINA SEA

"Oliver Queen and (Y/N) Merlyn are alive. The Starling City residents found by fishermen in the North China Sea five days ago. Five years after they were missing and presumed dead following of the accident at sea which claimed The Queens Gambit." Says the news anchor.

"Queen and Merlyn were a regular tabloid presences and fixtures at the Starling City club scene."

They show of Oliver and a random girl both drunk and with you behind them with a man and Tommy with you guys with two girls as well.

"Shortly before their disappearances, Queen was acquitted of assault charges stemming from a highly publicized drunken altercation with paparazzi. Queen is the son of Starling City billionaire Robert Queen who was also on board but now officially confirmed as deceased." He continues saying "(Y/N) Merlyn is the daughter of Starling City billionaire of Malcom Merlyn who is the CEO of Merlyn Global Group. (Y/N) is the COO of Merlyn Global Group and her brother Thomas Merlyn is the CFO of the Merlyn Global Group as well. (Y/N) is also a very famous model. She is known for her appearances on the runway and her looks in magazines. She always has the best outfits on."

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As I open my eyes I am blinded by the lights in the hospital. I look around and see my surroundings. I look outside and see the lights and building that weren't there before I left. I get up slowly and walk out of my room quietly as I make my way over to Olivers room. I walk in and I see him looking outside in awe. "Its beautiful isn't it." I say as I walked over to him and put one of my arms around his waist.

"Yeah, I cant believe how much has changed since we 'died', it's like a whole different world out there." He puts his arm around my waist as well and kisses my head. I smile and we stand there for a while admiring the new world we have come home to.

"Twenty percent of their bodies is covered in scar tissue. Second-degree burns on their back and arms. X-rays show at least 12 fractures that never properly healed on his body and about 15 on hers." The doctor tell Moira as they are looking at you and Oliver through the glass door.

"Have they said anything about what happened?" Moria asks the doctor.

"No, they've barely said anything." The doctor tells her and she looks back at you and Oliver. "Moira, I'd like you to prepare yourself. The Oliver and (Y/N) you lost might not be the one they found."

She takes a deep breath and opens the door.

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"Oliver?" We turn our heads to see Moria standing there. I step away from Oliver a bit and he holds my hand.

"Mom." He says to her. She walks over to him and he looks at me, I smile at him and give him the 'go on' face. He lets go of my hand and goes to hug his mother. They hug for about 2 minutes until she lets go of Oliver and she looks at me. She smiles while tears are filling her eyes.

"My beautiful (Y/N), oh my goodness, you look as gorgeous as ever my darling." She comes towards me and hugs me. I hug her back and she rubs my back gently.

"You looks amazing as well Moira" She pulls back and puts her hands on my shoulders.

"Well as much as you look gorgeous and beautiful, we should go home and get some food into you two, huh? How does that sound?" She places her hand on Olivers shoulder and keeps one on mine as she shakes us lightly.

"That sounds great Mom" He smiles at her and holds my hand again,

"Well I cant discharge you tonight so ill be back." She smiles at us again and walks out. We look at each other and we smile.

"We're home" He says and he smiles at me.

"We're Home" I repeat his words and I return his smile.

He brings me into a kiss and I kiss him back. I pull back and I put my hand on his cheek. "We should get some rest okay?" I gave him a quick peck on the lips and I start walking out of the room. He pulls me back gently and places a kiss on my lips and puts his hand on my cheeks.

"Don't go" He says while our foreheads are together.

I roll my eyes and I laugh "After 5 years I would've thought you would be tired of me, but no you're still as clingy as always." I smile at him while I look him in his beautiful blue eyes. " Okay fine."

I let go of his waist and go lay down on his hospital bed. "Well are you coming or not?" He smiles and get into the bed. He snuggles up next to me and places his head on my shoulder. I play with his now short hair and I start falling asleep.

God I miss being in a 'normal' bed.

The next morning, we get to Queen Manor. Oliver gets out and extends his hand out for me. I take his hand and get out the car. Me and Oliver go around the car to go pick up our cases. The driver is already there and Oliver stops him.

"I've got it." He tells the driver and proceeds to take our stuff. Oliver takes mine and hands it to me.

Moira opens the door.

"Your room is exactly as you left it. I never had the heart to change a thing." She says placing her stuff at the entrance table.

"Oliver, (Y/N)." We hear a man say. The voice was so familiar but so unfamiliar as well. Oliver looks at me and I just shrug my shoulders. "Its damn good to see you two'. Oliver looked at the man up and down. "It's Walter." He puts his hands out and shakes Olivers hand. He does the same to me. "Walter Steele."

"You remember Walter. Your fathers friend from the company." Moira says and he looks at Walter one more time before letting go of his hand and intertwining our fingers.

We walk over to Raisa, she's been working for his family for years and Oliver considers her as a second mother. And so do I. Ive considered her my second mother after my mom died.

"It's good to see you, Raisa." Oliver tells her and she takes our free hands and puts it into hers.

"Its really good to see you Rasia." I tell her as she brings me into a hug. "ya tak skuchal po tebe (ive missed you so much)." I can feel her smile.

"ya tozhe skuchal po tebe (Ive missed you as well)." She says as she pulls away from the hug and takes our hands again.

"Welcome home, Mr.Oliver and Ms. (Y/N)" She tells us "Mr.Merlyn phoned. He wants to join you for dinner."

"Wonderful" I hear Moira say all of a sudden. I jump a bit and Oliver noticed. We started laughing quietly.

We hear a thud come from upstairs. Oliver and I knew exactly who it was.

"Oliver (Y/N), did you hear that?" Moira says.

We walked closer to the stairs and waited for her to come down. We waited at the end of the stairs.

"Hey sis." Oliver tells Thea

"I knew it. I knew you were alive" She ran down the stairs to hug him. He let go of my hand so he would be able to catch her. Once he did he hugged her back. "I missed you so much."

"You were with me or should I say 'Us' the whole time" He tell her as she pulls back in confusion.

"Us? what do you mean u-" She looks over at me and I smile at her and open my arms. She looks at me like she's just seen a ghost. She runs into my arms and she hugs me. I hug her back and spun her around.

"You know I really missed you Chucky." I told her while everyone started laughing.

The reason I call Thea 'Chucky' is because Oliver calls her 'speedy' since she was always running around. Well this one time me and Oliver were babysitting her, she somehow got a knife and started chasing Oliver around with it.

-MEANWHILE WITH LAUREL-

"Come on Laurel. We're lawyers, not miracle workers. We cant win this" Anastasia tells Laurel as she looks through some mail.

"If we can win a class-action suit against a man who swindled hundreds of people out of their homes and life savings then were not fit to call ourselves a legal aid office." She continues to walk and look through the mail with Anastasia behind her.

"And if we go bankrupt in the process we won't be a legal aid office. Hunt has an army of lawyers and they are ready to bury us." Anastasia tries to reason with Laurel.

"You and I against and army. I love those odds." She says looking at Anastasia.

"Why do you hate me?" She walks away.

Laurel sits down as she looks at a board filled with information about Adam Hunt.

"And in other news, details as to the cast away story you've all heard about. The son and daughter of very wealth billionaires will soon become a legendary story. Jessica now has more details and the complete castaway story." The reporter says on the TV. Laurel gets up and walks over to the TV.

"The Queen's Gambit was last heard from more than 5 years ago. Mr.Queen and Ms.Merlyn have reportedly confirmed they were the only survivors of the accident that took the lives of seven people including local resident Sarah Lance. Survived by her sister Laurel-" Laurel cuts off the TV and walks away from the table of where the other people in the office were sitting.

-WITH YOU AND OLIVER AT THE QUEEN MANOR-

Oliver walks out the shower wearing a towel around his waist. His hair was still wet. When his fully walks out you can see his scars from the island. He walks in front of the window and looks outside.

"After five years, everything that was once familiar is now unrecognizable."

"The face I see in the mirror is a stranger."

-(FLASHBACK)-

There was a storm while on the boat. Robert was looking at the radar. He had a concerned look on his face. One of the crew members walks into the boat soaking wet. He walks over to Robert and starts talking.

"The storms a category 2. The captains recommending we head back." Says the crew member to Robert.

"Alright. Inform the crew." Robert says as the crew member walks away.

"Are we in trouble?" Oliver walks out of his room asking his father.

"One of us is." Robert responds as he walks over to his son. Oliver chuckles

"Ollie?" Sarah says walking out of the room with (Y/N) around her waist kissing her neck. She giggles while trying to move (Y/N). Sarah covers her robe as she see's that Robert is with him. "Where do you keep the bottle opener on this thing?" She asks him while (Y/N) is still placing small kisses on her neck. She giggles again still trying to move (Y/N).

"I'll be there in a minute Sarah. And (Y/N) don't eat her please" Oliver says pointing at them.

"No promises, Captain" She winks while walking away with Sarah.

Oliver turns to his father again and he continues speaking.

"That is not going to finish well. For either of them, or for you." Robert says.

-(END OF FLASHBACK)

I walk up to him and hug him from behind. I kiss his shoulder softly as I rub my hands up and down his arms as he gets dressed.

"You know I missed this. Us being together, and being able to be comfortable at home or should I say your home." I told him as he turned around hugging me around my waist and kissing my head.

"Our home (Y/N), our home." He says as he brings me into a hug and places his head on mine.

"You smell soooo good. Haven't smelled this smell in a while." We both burst out laughing.

"I know. You do too" We continue laughing and I slap his shoulder.

"Well loser im going to get ready for dinner." I tell him as I placed a kiss on his lips and walked away.

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Oliver is downstairs looking at old photos at the entrance of the house. He pick up a photo of him and his father when he was little. He hears the door open and looks up.

"What did I tell you? Yachts suck" It was Tommy. Olivers best friend. And (Y/N)'s brother.

Oliver puts the photo down and turns around smiling.

"Tommy Merlyn." Oliver says bringing Tommy in for a hug.

"I missed you buddy." Tommy hugs him as well and smiles.

"Hey Ollie? Do you know where I put my brooch? You know the one Tommy gave me?" I say while walking out of his room while putting on my earrings.

"Yeah its in your jewelry box." Oliver says while Tommy pulls away from their hug.

"Ya prosto blya zaglyanul tuda" I tell him in Russian.

(I just fucking looked in there).

"Ya znayu, chto eto posledneye mesto, kuda ty yego polozhil." He responds to me in Russian.

(I know that's the last place you put it)

"Khorosho, ya proveryu eto snova, a zatem mister. znayu vse eto" I respond back to him. I roll my eyes while throwing my hands up in the air.

(Fine i'll check it again then Mr. know it all)

Tommy looks at Oliver starstruck. Not only is his best friend is back, but his little sister is back, all grown up.

"Lets go eat" Oliver tells him as he puts his arm on his shoulder and they walk into the living room.

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I walked back into the room looking back inside my jewelry box. There it was. I put it on and I fixed my hair, I put some heels on and make my way downstairs. I walk downstairs and I hear some talking. I hear a voice, a voice that is familiar to me. I walked closer to the dining room and I see Thea.

I walk into the dining room and Oliver smiles at me. I smile back at him and walk over to Thea. We start talking and she compliments my pin

"That brooch is beautiful where'd you get it?" She asks me as we both look at it.

I take it off and show her. Its a beautiful butterfly brooch with my favorite colored diamonds on it. I show her the back and show her that my initials are engraved into it.

"Tommy gave it to me actually. For my 18th birthday." I hand her the pin so she can see it better.

"Wait are the diamonds real though?" She asks me and I laugh.

"Is that a real question Chucky? Obviously the diamonds are real, because diamonds are a girls best friend." I wink at her and she giggles. "You know Chucky, I missed you a lot. I missed our girl days and our chats." I say to her softly while smiling and putting my pin back on.

"I did too yk. I missed your advice and you wise words" Thea says and we both laugh. I hug her and she hugs me back.

"I love you T.T" I smiled as I hugged her. I can feel a smile on her face as well.

I let go as I hear footsteps. I see Oliver and I hug him.

"I see you find the brooch jellybean." Tommy. I smile at the words that came out of his mouth.

"Yes I did Bear." I hug him.

"I missed you jellybean." Tommy says as he hugged me.

"I missed you too Bear" I told him and he hugged me tighter. I can feel the air of my lungs escape. "Tommy. if you don't put me down ill chop your head off." He looked at Oliver and he gave him the "she'll do it" face to Tommy.

Tommy puts me down while having a terrified look on his face.

"Ill never do that to you bear." I pat his cheek as I walked over to the table.

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"Okay what else did you miss. Super bowl winners, Giants, Steelers, Saints, Packers, Giants again. A black president, that's new. Oh, and "Lost," they were all dead, I think" Tommy says chuckling.

"What was it like there?" Thea asks as she looks at both of us. Everyone gets quiet looking at both of us. Oliver looks at me and I shrug my shoulders.

"Cold." Oliver responds dryly.

"Tomorrow you, me and (Y/N), we're doing the city. You two have a lot to catch up on." Tommy says as he points his fork at us.

"That sounds like a great idea." Moira speaks up and looks at us again. I grab my glass of wine and chuckle.

"Good. Then I was hoping to swing by the office." Oliver tell Moira. Walter stop drinking his wine and she nods raising her glass.

"Well, there's plenty of time for all that. Queen Consolidated isn't going anywhere." Walter says to Oliver and I just shake my head sipping my wine once again.

Raisa walks in and trips on the carpet. She had a bowl of fruits in her hand but Oliver catches it.

"Oh, I am so sorry, Mr. Oliver." Raisa tells Oliver with remorse.

"Ne bespokoytes'" He tells Raisa with a smile on his face. Everyone at the table was shocked, even Rasia.

(Its no worry)

"Dude, you speak Russian?" Tommy asks him in surprise.

"I didn't realize you took Russian in college, Oliver." Walter says.

"I didn't realize you wanted to sleep with my mother, Walter." Oliver tells him. I almost spit my wine out in shock to what he just said.

"Im sorry" I start coughing and Oliver stands up to check on me but I push him away.

"Im okay im okay." I cough one last time as I wipe my mouth with the napkin.

Thea chuckles a bit and sits back. "I didn't say anything." Thea tells Moira and Walter.

"She didn't have to." Oliver responds to her.

"Oliver, Walter and I are married and I didn't want you to think that either of us did anything to disrespect your father." Moira says as she grabs Walters hand and looks at him.

"We both believed that Robert like you was, uh, well gone." Walter says.

"Its fine." Oliver says nodding at Moira. I took his hand lightly and intertwined our fingers. He looks down and smiles at me.

He lets go of my hand and stands up. "May I be excused?" He asks Moira, as she nods at him. I look at him walk away. I wait for him to leave the room.

"Hey, don't forget about tomorrow, buddy" Tommy says patting his arm. He winks at Thea then walks away.

I get up as well. "May I be excused as well please?" I asked Moria and she nods at me as well. I lip to her 'Im going to go check on him'. "Thank you Moira, dinner was lovely." I hugged Thea and Tommy as I walked out.

"It was my pleasure honey" She nods and smiles at me

"You too jellybean, don't forget." He tells me while patting my arm as well.

"Don't worry Thomas ill be there." I laugh as I walked out the dining room.

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I walked up the stairs to Olivers room. I open the door and see him sitting on his bed. I sit next to him and rub his back lightly. He had his hands in his head.

"you okay?" I asked him gently.

"Yeah I just needed to get away you know?" He tells me. I nod understanding.

"Yeah I know." I say placing my head on his shoulder.

"Everything is just so..." He says trying to look for the correct word to say.

"Different? yeah I know. We've been gone 5 years and everything's changed." I take his hand and start playing with it.

"We should get some sleep. Tommy's going to be on our asses if we don't show up tomorrow." he says laughing at his own comment. I laugh along with him.

He hides his pain away with comedy. And I do too.

We get ready for bed. I lay down and he lays down next to me.

"I missed laying down on my own bed. Especially with you." He says bringing me into a kiss.

"I know. I missed it too. But look at where we are now. Here. Together." I say kissing him back.

"Goodnight Ollie."

"Goodnight (Y/N/N)" He kisses me once more time and I cuddle up next to him and fall asleep.

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As the rain was pouring and the lightning was striking. Oliver lays on the floor with the window open.

-(FLASHBACK)-

"One, two, three. Its getting closer" Sarah tells Oliver with (Y/N) on her side holding champage.

"That's not very scientific." Oliver says taking a sip out of his cup.

"What would you know about science, Mr. Ivy League dropout?" (Y/N) says while taking a sip out of her cup as well.

"Yeah what would you know?" Sarah says.

"I happen to know alot about science. I know about fermentation. I know biology." He kisses (Y/N) and then Sarah.

"Laurel's gonna kill me. Oh, she's so gonna kill me." She smiles putting her cup down.

"Your sister will never know" Oliver says.

"Exactly, if she never finds out, she cant do anything." (Y/N) says kissing her and smiling. Sarah kisses back.

"That's true." She smiles at (Y/N) then Oliver.

"Come here" He takes both Sarah and (Y/N) down and gets on top of both of them. They both start to laugh.

The lights turn off.

"Okay, that one was really close." Sarah says freaking out a little bit.

"Yeah Ollie, that one was really close." (Y/N) says looking at him.

"Sarah, (Y/N) you're going to be fine." He says reassuring both of the girls and kisses them.

All of sudden the boat starts to tilt and they all fall off the bed onto the wall.

Sarah and (Y/N) both scream slamming into the wall. Oliver was able to grab (Y/N). (Y/N) extend her arm to grab Sarah but it was too late. Sarah fell.

They both swim to the top where a safe boat was.

"SARAH!" (Y/N) and Oliver yell out.

"(Y/N)! OLIVER!" We can hear the voice of Robert yelling out her name. Robert put out his arm so he was able to pull Oliver in.

The crew member also put his hand out and helped (Y/N) get onto the safe boat.

"No! No! No! Dad shes out there!" Oliver says in panic.

"Shes not out there." Robert says.

"SARAH!" Oliver yells out one last time.

Oliver collapses into (Y/N) arms and starts crying.

The boat falls slowly into the ocean.

-(END OF FLASHBACK)-

"Oliver? Oliver.? Oliver wake up." I say trying to wake him up. Moira and Walter are behind me trying to see whats wrong. "Oliver. Ollie-" He wakes up and puts his hand on my throat. I start coughing while Walter and Moira are help me up.

He moves back quickly realizing what he'd just done. "Im sorry. Im so, sorry." He says looking down in disappointment.

"Its okay. Its okay." I say as i get closer to him bringing him into a hug.

"Its alright sweetheart. Youre home. Youre home." Moira says. She and Walter walk out. Leaving me and Oliver alone in the room again.

"(Y/N) I am so sorry. I didnt mean it i swear its just that i had a nightmare and you were in it and-" I shushed him and brought him into a hug. I kiss his head gently as the rain is coming in through the window.

"Youre safe now. Okay, im safe. We're safe. Im here, alive and well." I tell him while smiling at him gently.

"Yeah. Its just it was a flash back to when the boat drowned and you waking me up just like activated my fight or flight. Im so sorry. Is your neck okay." He say worryingly looking at me and checking my neck for any bruises.

"Ollie. Ollie look at me, im fine dont worry. okay im okay." I reassure him one last time until getting up and closing the window. "Lets change your clothes and get to bed okay?" Oliver grabs some clean clothes and changes. I do the same thing and we lag back down in bed.

This time, i wait for him to fall asleep before i do.

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I wake up to the light of the sun hitting my face. I feel a large pair of hands around my waist. I turn around and see Oliver. I smile and run my hands through his now short hair. I can hear his soft snores. The sunlight hitting his face. I smile as I admire his beauty.

"Good Morning" I hear him say while having his eyes closed.

"Good Morning" I smile at him. "Did you sleep well?" I asked while still playing with his hair.

"I slept great, how about you?" He asks placing a kiss on my lips.

"I slept amazing." I smiled at him.

"I could get used to this view." He says kissing me again and rolling us over so he could be on top.

I kiss him back and respond, "I could get used to this view as well."

We continued kissing for a while until the kisses became more deep and passionate. I started taking off his shirt and he did the same to me. By this time, we are both naked and still kissing. He starts moving down to my neck, I let out a soft moan.

"Fuck..." I say softly. I can feel him smirk on my neck. He continues to kiss my neck, knowing he's leaving hickys on my neck.

He makes his way down my body, kissing it slowly. He makes it to my pussy. He kisses down my thighs running his fingers on the side of my body. I let a gasp out while arching my back to the wonderful feeling of his lips touching my skin.

He makes his way up my body and stops at my pussy. He licks my clit gently while putting my leg on his shoulder. He pulls his tongue away from my clit, he inserts two fingers while placing his left thumb on my clit. He moves his fingers in and out of my pussy. He slowly starts to move his thumb around my clit. I arch my back and let out a moan.

"Ollie.. Oh my.." I let out while running my fingers through his hair.

He quickens his pace. Im about to let out a moan but I cover my mouth with my hand and my other hand is grabbing the sheets. I can feel myself climaxing.

"Fuck im about cum Oliver." I say covering my mouth again.

"Cmon baby" He says while going quicker.

I cum on his finger and he licks them off. He moves back up to me and starts kissing me again. I kiss him back and place my hands on his back.

"I need you in me Oliver." I whisper in his ear and he smirks at me again.

He alines himself with my pussy. He looks at me, all I see behind those ocean blue eyes is lust, passion and his love for me. He puts his dick in me and I grip the sheets, letting out a loud moan from my mouth. He covers my mouth with one of his hands while we move our hips.

I flip him over, im now on top of him. I move my hips slowly while throwing my head back gently. He grabs my boobs and starts playing with them. He cups one of them and starts licking my nipple. I gasp at the feeling and cover my mouth so no one could hear us.

I lift my head back up and place my hands behind his head while riding him slowly. I hear feel him moan softly. He grabs my waist softly and starts moving my hips faster. I can feel him becoming desperate. We both move our hips quickly as we ride out each others climaxes.

"Fuckkkkk..." He says while we cum together.

"Oh my god." I say while out of breath.

I start kissing him again. He grabs my hips again and flips us over so he's on top. He alines himself with my pussy again. He inserts his dick again and starts at a quick pace. I copy his pace and I start kissing him so neither of us would moan loudly out of pleasure. We move our hips at the same pace.

Our rhythm starts to become sloppy. We slow down a bit.

"Fuck baby, im about to cum." I say while bringing him into another kiss.

He lays his body against mine and picks down the pace. I could feel his and mine climaxes come along. Oliver slows down the pace which lets me know that he's cumming. He lays his head on my chest while riding out his climax

We are more out of breath the before. He lifts his head and smiles at me.

"That was amazing" He says kissing my nose then my lips.

"It really was." I say smiling.

"We should get ready." He says while getting up from the bed and extending his arm out. Helping me get up as well. We head to the bathroom and get ready for the day.

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When we are done, we walk back into his/ our room and put some clothes on. I put on a plain white turtle neck sweater-dress with a gold Chanel chain belt on. I put on knee-high snake/black leather boots. I let my hair out and put on some light makeup.

Oliver goes to his side of the bed and grabs his case.

"What are you doing?" I ask crossing my arms and looking down at him.

"Im looking for something." He says while putting the combination in. He puts the lock down and opens it. He unwraps the cloth and picks up a notebook. He looks at he briefly and puts it back down. He grabs a honzen that he wanted to give Thea back on the island. He gets up and I follow him out.

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Oliver knocks on Theas door while holding my hand. We could hear some quick shuffling and we look at each other confused. Oliver opens the door. He walks in and I walk behind him a bit.

"Ollie." Thea says with a smile on her face

"No one's called me that in a while, Speedy." He says walking closer to her.

"Worst nickname ever." She says while rolling her eyes jokingly.

"I think its pretty cute" I said while smiling.

"(Y/N)!" She says while bringing me into a hug.

"What, always chasing around after you as a kid. I thought it fit pretty well. Maybe it still does" Oliver says while I pull away from me and Theas hug.

I look over at Theas friend who seems to be frozen. I gave her a strange look then I look back at Thea. "Is she okay T?" I point at her friend. Thea looks at her and rolls her eyes.

"Im sorry, she's just a huge fan of you." Thea says trying to get her friends attention.

"Hi hello" I say waving at her.

"Omg Hi Hi." She says taking my hand and shaking it pretty roughly.

"Oh-" I let out and shake her hand. "Quite the grip you got there babe, you'd make a great business woman with that firm handshake." I say chuckling.

"Would I?" She asks me.

"Of course yeah, you can be whatever you want to be" I wink at her and she looks at Thea.

"See you at school Speedy." She says practically skipping out the room. I laugh and turn back to Thea and Oliver.

"Sorry about her." Thea says to me and Oliver.

"Don't worry, I loved her She's so cute. Make sure to tell her that." I say laughing.

"I have something for you." Oliver says pulling out the Hozen.

"You did not come back from a deserted island with a souvenir." Thea says crossing her arms looking at Oliver.

"Its a Hozen. And in Buddhism, it symbolizes reconnecting. I kept it in hopes that one day it could reconnect me with you." He hands the the Hozen to Thea.

"A rock. That is sweet. You know I want one of those T-shirts that say my friend and sister were castaways. All I got was this crappy shirt." Tommy says walking in and smiling at all three of us.

"Don't let him get you into too much trouble. You two just got back, take it slow." She says hugging both of us individually.

Tommy clears his throat. "The city awaits." Oliver nods.

"You're so annoying you know that right." I tell Tommy as we all walk out.

Oliver takes my hand and intertwines our fingers again.

"Do you notice how hot your sister's gotten?" Tommy says pointing back at the door. Oliver turns back to him with his lips together. "Because I have not." Tommy says. I let out a laugh while we walk out.

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We are driving through the city.

"Your funerals blew." Tommy says while driving. Oliver looks over at him smiling.

"Did you get lucky" Oliver asks him.

"Fish in a barrel. They were so sad and huggy-" Tommy says while laughing

"Omg No" I say.

"No." Oliver says squeezing his eyes together.

"- And I am counting on another target rich environment for your welcome-bash." Tommy says putting his eyes on the road.

"At our what?" Oliver asks in confusion.

"You guys came back from the dead. This calls for a party. You tell me where and when. Ill take care of everything." Tommy says as me and Oliver both shake our heads.

We pull up to the Glades.

"This city's gone to crap. You know, you're dad sold his factory just in time. And why'd you want to drive through this neighborhood anyway?" Tommy asks Oliver.

"Tommy." I say rolling my eyes and sitting back.

"No reason." Oliver says looking outside.

"So what'd you two miss the most. Steaks at the Palm, drinks at the station? Meaningless sex?" Tommy asks.

"Not you that's for sure." I answer and laughed.

"Haha so funny jellybean" Tommy says sarcastically.

"Laurel." Oliver answers and my smiled practically dropped. Oliver told me he was over her.

"Everyone is happy you're alive. You want to see the one person who isn't?" Tommy asks him.

Oliver justs shrugs.

-(WITH LAUREL)

"Laurel, I just got this from Hunts lawyers." Anastasia says taking Laurels arm. She hands her the files. "They filed a change of venue. We are now in front of Judge Grell." She claps her hands together looking over at Laurel.

"Hunt funded Grells reelection campaign. He's got Grell in the back of his pocket." Laurel says handing the file back to Anastasia.

"You know, its fun being your friend. I get to tell you I told you so a lot." She says brings Laurel into a side hug.

"No. Adam Hunt isn't smarter than we are." She says trying to prove her point.

"No, he's just richer and willing to commit multiple felonies." Anastasia says.

"We don't need to go outside the law-" Laurel says before Anastasia cuts her off.

"To find justice. Your dads favorite jingle" She says rolling her eyes.

Anastasia walks away. Laurel turns around and her smile drops as she sees Oliver.

"Hello, Laurel." Oliver says with a smile on his face.

-(OUTSIDE WITH OLIVER AND LAUREL)-

"You went to law school. You said you would." Oliver says while they walk.

"Yeah everyones proud." Laurel says not trying to make it seem like she cares.

"Adam Hunt's a heavy hitter. You sure you want to get into the ring with him" Oliver looks at her while asking.

"Five years and you wanna talk about Adam Hunt." Laurel says blankly.

Oliver shakes his head. "No. Not really" He smiles a bit stopping.

"Why are you here Ollie?" She asks while turning to look at him.

"To apologize." He says plainly. "It was my fault. I wanted to ask you not to blame her or (Y/N)."

"For what? Falling under your spell? How can I possibly blame her or (Y/N) for doing the same things that I did?" Laurel says.

"I never meant to-" Oliver tries to say but Laurel cuts him off.

"She was my sister. And (Y/N) was my best friend." She said. "I couldn't be angry they were dead. I couldn't grieve because I was so angry. That's what happens when your sister and best friend die while screwing your boyfriend" She tries to hold in her tears. "We buried an empty casket, because her body was at the bottom of the ocean. Where you left her. It should've been you."

Oliver takes in everything she said. "I know its too late to say this, but im sorry." He says to her with sincerity.

"Yeah im sorry to." Laurel says with tears in her eyes. "I'd hope you'd rot in hell a whole lot longer than five years." She says walking away from him.

"How'd you think that was going to go, Tommy?" She says to Tommy while walking into the office.

"About like that." He says.

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We all walk into where Tommy had parked the car.

"Okay, so we took care of that. Good call." He says while walking towards the car. "Now we make up for lost time."

I walk beside Tommy looking down at my feet while walking to the car.

"If you're not too sick for fish, I suggest we find some leggy models and eat sushi all day." Tommy says. "What do you say-"

A van pulls up behind us quickly.

"What the hell?"

I turn back around and see two guys with red devil masks and a gun. They point the gun at me and I put my hands up.

They shoot Tommy. I was relived that they're tranquilizers and not actual bullets.

I run over to the guys and knock down one of them. I jump on the guy who shot Tommy and put him in a black widow submission move. I can feel his body go limp and I let go slowly just incase he wasn't actually passed out. I get down and the guy drops on the floor next to the other guy.

I see the guy that I knocked down get up and shoots Oliver with a tranquilizer as well. I look at Oliver on the floor. Then I feel something hit my neck and I touch the spot. I got hit.

"Shi-" I managed to get out before hitting the floor. Hard.

Oliver isn't fully down and he sees a guy who comes from the back door of the restaurant and another masked guy shoots him. Oliver then passes out.

-(FLASHBACK)-

"Here. Drink" Robert passes a water bottle to Oliver.

"What the hell are you doing? That's all we've got." Says a crew member almost yelling at Robert.

Oliver hands me the water bottle and I take a sip.

"If anybody's making it out of here, its going to be them." Robert tells him. "Im sorry.I thought id have more time. Im not the man you think I am. I didn't build our city. I failed it. And I wasn't the only one." When he said that last sentence he looked at me. I knew instantly he was talking about my father.

-(END OF FLASHBACK)-

"Mr.Queen. Mr Queen!" "Ms. Merlyn. Ms.Merlyn." I hear a voice calling. I open my eyes slowly. I open my eyes and it was still dark.

Someone takes the the bag off of my head. My hair flys onion my face and I throw my head back to move the hair out my face. I hear a taser and I look over at Oliver. They placed us next to each other. I look around at my surroundings.

"Did your father survive that accident?" The masked guy asked.

I see Tommy passed out on a wooden thing with his hands tied behind his back.

"I asked a questions. You give me answers." The guys gets closer to Olivers face.

I move my wrists around and try to get loose from the zip ties. He tases Oliver.

"Did he make it to the island? Did he tell you anything?" He looks at Oliver while breathing heavily. I finally get free from the zip ties and get up with out the other guys noticing.

"Hey um excuse me sir. I really I have to use the bathroom is it this way or this way" I point in different directions.

"Yeah they're just over the-" He realizes that im free. I break the chair over his back and grab two broken legs and stab the other two guys with it. I clap my hands together. "That was easy." I laugh while untying Oliver. I put them in a corner and zip tie them.

-(AT QUEEN MANOR)

"So that's your story, a guy in a green hood flew in and single-handedly took out three armed kidnappers." Detective Lance asked us. "I mean, who is he? Why, why would he do that?"

"I don't know." Oliver says.

"Find him and you can ask him." I tell Detective Lance with my arms crossed and a serious look on my face.

"Yeah. What about you? You see the hood guy?" Lance asks Tommy.

"I saw... just movement." Tommy says still trying to wrap his head around everything. "Everything blurry. I, I was kinda out of it." Oliver looks at Tommy then at Lance

"Its funny isn't it. One day back and already somebody's gunning you two." Lance says looking at both of us. "Aren't you popular?"

"Were you able to identify the men?" Moira steps in asking Lance.

"Scrubbed identities, untraceable weapons." Says Lances partner. "These were pros."

"Yeah." Lance says. "Well, they probably figured you'd pay a kings ransom to get your boy back or a Queens ransom as it were." Lance looks a Moira. "After all a parent would do anything to keep their child safe." Lance says looking at Oliver.

"I don't find your tone appropriate, detective." Moira says.

"I mean you would know about wanting to keep you child safe right Quentin. You have two of your own right? Or should I say one?" I look at Lance with a straight face.

Lance was about to say something but Walter stands up from his seat and walks closer to Lance,

"If Oliver and Ms.Merlyn can think of anything else, we'll be in touch. Thank you gentleman for coming." Walter says, putting his hands in his pocket while looking at Lance and his partner.

Lance scoffs and puts the drawing away. Oliver gets up and straightens his clothes. I stand up as well.

"Your luck never seems to run out, does it?" He says looking at both of us. Raisia walk the men out of the house.

"Im going home now." I say while walking to Moira. "Thank you for having me Moria, it was a pleasure staying over and getting to see you again." I tell her while hugging her and kissing both of her cheeks.

"Why leaving so soon hun?" Moira asks with sad eyes.

"I have to see my dad. I haven't seen him since I got back." I told her and she brings me into a hug.

"Okay, be careful hun okay? and remember this will always be your home okay." She says.

"Okay." I say walking away without saying anything to Tommy or Oliver.

-(WITH OLIVER IN HIS ROOM)-

Oliver sits at his desk searching up everything he can find on Adam Hunt. He looks at a piece paper but then puts it down. He sees a picture of you and him and another photo of him and Laurel. He flips over his fathers book and he sees that Adams name is in it.

"You are different. Not like you to read a book." Raisa says walking into his room with a tray in her hand. Oliver flips over the book and closes the tab he was on. He sits back and smiles.

"I misses you Raisa." He says.

"No kitchen on the island." She says.

"No. No friends either. Except (Y/N), but she's not really a friend she's more like my.." Oliver says trying to find the word.

"Your girlfriend?" She says smiling at her.

"Yeah. My girlfriend." He says smiling. 'My girlfriend' he says again in his head.

"Hey. Thank you." He says getting up and grabbing the tray from Raisa. She smiles and nods at him. "Do I really seem different?" He asks her putting the tray down on his bed.

"No. You're still a good boy." She says.

"Oh I think we both know I wasn't."

"But a good heart"

"I hope so. I want to be the person you told me I could be."

-(WITH YOU AT THE MERLYN MANOR)

I walk into to my house. I look around and see that everything's still the same. I put my jacket on the coat rack and I walk in.

I look around at all the photos my dad has of me and Tommy when we were younger. I smile and cross my arms while browsing through the photos. I come across this one photo of me and my mom. I take it and look at it. I smile at it while running my fingers on the frame. I can feel tears forming in my eyes but I hold them back just in case someone sees me. I hear the front door open. I hear my dads voice. He was on the phone. I keep looking at the photo waiting him to walk into the room.

Since the room was kind of dark, only a little light from the dining room came into the living area.

He sighs as he puts his coat on the coat rack. He walks into the living area and sees a figure.

"Who are you?" He says stopping in his tracks, trying to make out my figure.

"That's no way to greet your daughter. Dad." I say as I turn around to look at him. I place the picture back on the table.

"Jellybean? Is that really you?" He asks me on the verge of tears. He looks rough. He had red eyes, eye bags, crooked tie, messed up shirt, stains on the shirt.

He brings me into a hug. He reeks of alcohol and Big Belly Burger. He was sweating. I hug him back but eventually pull back. I couldn't stand the smell he had.

"I missed you so much jellybean. Everythings been falling apart ever since you disappeared. Ive been falling apart since you left.I felt lost. The same way I felt when your mother died." He says. I nod understanding his hurt.

"Did you leave Tommy alone? Like you left us when mom died?" I ask him crossing my arms. He nods disappointedly.

"Fucking shit dad. are you serious right now. Just because you were hurt and broken I was gone. didn't mean leave your son alone to grieve my so on so 'death' alone just because you couldn't handle it. You're such a dick you know that right." I scoff and start walking out.

"(Y/N) wait!-" He says running after me.

"Dad go take a shower and get some sleep. Call me when your fucking sober." I tell him grabbing my coat off the coat rack and walking out of the house.

I hop on my motorcycle and put my helmet off.

-(WITH OLIVER)

Oliver walks out of the house but Moira stops him.

"Oliver, I wanna introduce you to someone." She says reaching out for his hand. Walter stands next to her. A man who had a serious look on his face. "John Diggle. He'll be accompanying you from now on." She says smiling at him.

"I don't need a babysitter." Oliver says looking at both Walter and Moira.

"Darling, Oliver's a grown man. And if he doesn't feel he needs armed protection-" Walter couldn't finish before Moira interrupted him.

"You know, I understand, but this is something I need." She says looking at Walter then back at Oliver.

Oliver looks at John.

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"So.. What do I call you" Oliver asks John.

"Diggle's good." Diggle responds to Oliver. "Dig of you want."

"You're ex-military?" Olivers asks Diggle

"Yes, sir. 105th airborne out of Kandahar, retired." Diggle says keeping his eyes on the road. "Been in the private sector for a little more than four years now. I don't want there to be any confusion Mr.Queen. My ability to keep you from harm will outweigh your comfort. Do we have an agreement? Sir?" Diggle looks at the mirror then looks back. He sees Oliver isn't in the back anymore. He stops the car and gets out. He opens the back door and looks inside.

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Oliver walks with a duffle bag and a book bag. He looks around to see if there is anyone around. He makes it to Queen industrial. He throws his bags over and hops over the fence. He picks up both bags and puts them on his shoulder.

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Oliver opens the doors into the factory and walks in. They're are papers everywhere. He looks down and sees that he step on an 'Annual Report' with his dads face on it.

'The abduction was unexpected. It forced me to move up my plans. But what I told the police was true. The man with the green hood was there in that warehouse and he was just beginning.'

Oliver makes a hole in the floor. He grabs a package and drops it with a rope in a big space. He starts tearing up floors.

He powers up the lights. He sets everything up.

He looks at the computer with a map and goes to another computer that he uses to hack.

He puts some safety goggles on and sits down near where his arrows are. He starts sharpening them.

he starts working out. (I did not feel like writing everything did in this scene.)

He takes the case that he brought from Lian-Yu out. He takes his bow out and examines it. He walks over next to the table and throws tennis balls at the wall. He throws arrows at the tennis balls. When he stops he hit all the balls ;).

----

Oliver finished training and sits down. He sits down in front of the TV.

"The suit alleges that Hunt committed multiple acts of fraud and theft against the city's underprivileged." Says the new anchor.

Oliver looks at the book that had the names in it.

"Laurel Lance, an attorney for the city necessary-"

'Adam Hunt. His crimes go deeper than fraud and theft but he's been able to bully, bribe or kill anyone who's gotten in his way. He hasn't met us yet.' Oliver grabs his suit and puts it on.

-(WITH YOU AT YOUR PENTHOUSE)-

I walk into my house and all the lights are turned off. My dad must've not wanted to give it away. I put my jacket on the coat rack and my keys in my key bowl.

"Its cold in here" I say to myself as I fully walk in. I walk up the stairs and go to my room. I hop into the shower and change. I put on a 1995 Chanel cropped jacket with some ripped blue jeans. I do my hair and walk downstairs. I walk into the kitchen and walk to the fridge.

"Marge?" I say yelling out for my AI.

"Welcome back Ms. Merlyn." Marge says.

"Its good to be back Marge" I say smiling.

"Marge mind playing my playlist for me?" I ask her.

"I do not mind at all Ms.Merlyn." She says.

-Playing Back to Black-

I start singing along to the song. I move my hips side to side

"You go back to her and I go back to" I sing along while grabbing stuff out the fridge.

I hear something fall over and I stop.

"Marge. Lower the music." I say quietly and she lowers the music.

I grab my katana that Oliver gave me from its stand. I take off my heels and start walking slowly outside. I hear rubbling. I walk into my foyer and see a large figure in a suit. They lights of my dining room were off so I couldn't see properly.

"Ill give you three seconds to reveal yourself or ill chop you up into pieces." I say walking closer to the dining room.

I jump on the person and do the black widow submission hold. I can feel the person become limb and I slowly get off and I drag the person to the kitchen and sit them on the chair in the kitchen. I take off their hood and I see their face.

"What the fuck." I say in disbelief. Its Oliver. The last person I want to see. I put my heels and continue to cook.

I pour myself a mega pint of wine in my glass. I wipe my head and look at Oliver.

'What the actual fuck was going to plan on doing.' I say to myself. I just continue cooking.

I drink my wine and stare at Oliver. He starts moving and grunts. by this time I've finished eating

"Sleeping beauty's alive! What a surprise." I say sarcastically while taking a sip of my wine.

"What the hel-" He looks at me in shock.

"What didn't expect me to be in my house Oliver?" I say while finishing my food.

I get up and put my plate and fork in the dishwasher.

"Do you want some or?? because I made a lot and im not going to eat more." I say blankly not looking at him.

"Well? Are you going to explain what you're doing breaking into my house Oliver?" I look at him taking another sip of my wine.

"Oliver? Why aren't you call me Ollie hun?" Oliver says sitting up.

"I don't know" I shrug. "Cause I don't want to I guess."

Oliver grunts in pain and clutches his chest.

"Hold on let my fix that up for you." I say grabbing the first aid kit from under the sink.

I pull up the chair in front of him. I take off his hood and his shirt. I open the kit and grab the thread and needle. I start to stitch his shoulder. I don't ask him about anything that happened.

"If I get your blood on my jacket im making you buy me a new one." I say while concentrating on stitching his shoulder.

"Okay will do." He says.

I finish stitching him up and I start putting the stuff away. I bandage him up just in case.

"Why are you mad at me hun?" He asks me while taking my hand softly.

I snatch my hand away softly and get up.

"Im not mad. Im completely fine." I say putting the first aid kit away.

"You don't seem fine (Y/N)." He says looking at me as I throw away the stuff with blood.

"I don't know, would I be fine if my boyfriend comes back from the dead with me and the first thing he wants to do when he comes back is go to see his ex girlfriend. AFTER telling me you were over her. No I don't think im fine 'hun'" I roll my eyes at him.

"I-" He was about to start talking but I cut him off.

"Can you just.. leave please. I want to be alone right now." I say.

"I-" Oliver was about to say something again.

"Just leave please." I tell him and he grabs his stuff and leaves.

I down the rest of my wine. This is going to be a longgg night.

-(IN THE MORNING WITH HUNT)

"He was wearing a hood, a green hood. And he had a bow and arrow." Hunt says to Lance and his partner. "What you don't believe me? That maniac put two of my men in the hospital."

"Well thanks for your statement."Lance says as Hunt hands over the arrow to his partner. "We'll put an APB on... Robin Hood." He says looking at the arrow and back and Hunt.

"Hey, pal. Im not some grocer who got take for his register. I go to the front of the line. Now he said he would be here by 10pm. Make sure you're here first." Hunt says as Lance nods his head. "You can coordinate with Mr. Drakon my new head of security." Hunts points to a man who is wearing all black and a leather jacket with gloves. He had his hands on his hips.

"Alright well uh thanks for your time." Lance smirks and walks out with his partner.

"It looks like Queen and Merlyn were telling the truth." Says Lances partner.

"Yeah well there's a first time for everything." Lance says as they walk to the elevator. "This hooded guy comes looking for trouble, he'll find it.

-(WITH YOU)

You wake up to rustling nosies. You get up quickly with a knife in your hand. You wake up to see Tommy opening your blinds.

"What the actual fuck Thomas." I say blocking the afternoon sun out of my face with the hand I have my knife in.

"Cmon Jellybean, its 5pm and your party is in 3 hours." He says sitting next to me.

"Can I just stay here? Im not really in a party mood right now bear." I lay back down and put the comforter over my face.

"Nope, nope nope we are not doing this. Oliver told me what happened." He says taking the comforter off and dragging me off the bed. "The maids are here to clean so you have to get up."

"ya ub'yu tebya golymi rukami" I say under my breath while walking to my bathroom.

(Im going to kill you with my bare hands.)

"What was that?" He says.

"Etot ostrov pokazal mne mnogo veshchey, i ya sobirayus' pokazat' vam odin iz navykov, kotorym ya nauchilsya. Snachala ub'yu tebya golymi rukami." I say louder.

"I still cant understand you jellybean." He says.

"that island showed me a lot of things and im going to show you one of the skills i learned. First is kill you with my bare hands Thomas." I say rolling my eyes and walking into the bathroom.

I can hear the shock in his movement. I hear him about to say something.

"Say something else Thomas." I throw a knife at him and made sure to miss.

"Next time I won't miss." I close the door and started to get ready.

-----

I get out the shower and start to get ready. I blow my hair out and do some light make up. I walk into my room and I start getting dressed. I put on a silk Dolce and Gabbana old Hollywood dress on. I pair it with a Ophelie T-strap sandals from Gucci of course. I put on a necklace and a pair of earrings and golden Ippolita anniversary stack on.

I walk out of my room and Tommy is waiting for me in the foyer. He looked at me stark struck.

"Thomas if you say something. I will make sure to chop your limbs off piece by piece." I tell him while grabbing my dress so I can walk properly.

-(WITH OLIVER)

Oliver walks out of the house and unbuttons his jacket and opens the door. He peeps his head in and sees Diggle.

"Put on your seat belt, sir. Wouldn't want you to miss your party." He says to Oliver.

Oliver accepts his defeat and gets into the car.

-(AT THE CLUB)

I walk into the by myself because I told Tommy to get there before me because I wanted to go on my bike.

I walk in and I see Oliver.

"Oh great." I say under my breath.

I walk up next to Oliver and I don't say anything. I can feel him look over at me.

"You look amazing tonight." He says while looking at me up and down.

"You don't look to bad yourself Oliver." I say.

"Well should we start walking down?" He asks me and offers my hand. I take it.

We start walking down the stairs and he takes his phone out of his pocket. The time reads 9:07pm. Tommy sees us and looks at his hand in hand and smirks. Tommy asks the DJ to cut the music and he runs up to us.

"Everybody, hey! Man and Woman of the hour!" He says wrapping his arm around Olivers shoulder and slaps his chest. "Whoo! And ladies, please give this man a proper homecoming." Tommy says we both walk down the stairs.

"Thank you very much everybody!" Oliver tells the crowd

"Ollie, Ollie, Ollie, Ollie. Jellybean!" He hands us shots of tequila. We all take the shot and I squeeze my face.

"I missed tequila!" I yell out and the crowd cheers.

-(WITH HUNT)

Hunt picks up his glass of whiskey, the time reads 9:25pm. He takes a sip of the whiskey. His men are getting ready, loading up their guns with bullets and giving each other magazines.

"What the hell is going on out there?" Hunt asks Drakon who is staring outside the window.

"Party for the guy and chick who got rescued off that island." Drakon tells Hunt. "Oliver Queen and (Y/N) Merlyn."

Adam takes another sips and he walks away angrily.

-(AT THE CLUB)

Oliver is flirting is out somewhere flirting with other girls some where else. Im on the dance floor dancing with a guy.

Tommy walks up to Oliver and they both look at Diggle.

"Hey, does he wipe for you, too?" Tommy asks. "Now by my rough estimate you have not had sex in 1839 day."

"Uhhh well you're wrong actually bud." Oliver says

"Oh wow really with who? Is she anyone I know?" Tommy turns around and looks around.

"Yes. It is." Oliver says while smirking.

"Well who's the lucky lady?" Tommy asks again. Olivers looking at you on the dance floor dancing with another guy.

"That shall forever remain a secret." Oliver says.

"Wells lets find you another gal. And as your wing man, I highly recommend Carmen Golden." Tommy says.

"Which one is she?" Oliver asks crossing his arms while looking at three girls who are dancing.

"The one that looks like the chick from Twilight." Tommy says.

"What's Twilight?" Oliver asks confused

"You're so better off not knowing."

I walk over to Ollie.

"Did you invite T? She's over there talking with some dude and her friends are here too. And the last time I checked they were all 17." I look at Oliver crossing my arms as I looked at Thea. The guy hands Thea something and me and Oliver look at each other.

"We'll be back in a minute." Oliver says. We walk next to each other and walk over to Thea.

"Ollie (Y/N), hey!" Thea says "Well this party is sick." She says smiling.

"Who let you in here?" Oliver asks her.

"I- I believe it was someone who said 'Right this way Miss. Queen"

"Well you shouldn't be here T." I tell her with a soft caring look on my face while my arms are crossed.

"(Y/N) im not 12 anymore." She looks at me.

"No, you're 17." Oliver says

"Ollie (Y/N) I, I love you. But you cant come back here and judge me." She looks at him. "Especially for being like you two." She looks at both of us and I just stand there in shock.

"I know that it couldn't have been easy for you when we were away-" Oliver tells her before she cuts him off.

"Away? No you guys died. My brother, my sister and my father died." She said. I felt bad for her, knowing she went through all of that at a young age. "I went to your funerals."

"We know T." I say.

"No, you don't. Mom had Walter and I had no one. You guys act like its cool. Lets forget about the last five years. Well I cant. For me, its kind of permanently in there so im sorry if I turned out some major disappointment. But this, me is the best I can do with what I had to work with" She said. "Lets bounce." She walks over to her friends.

"You have the fun dip?" Theas friend asks her.

"Yeah, its, its right here. No I, I must've dropped it." Thea says.

I show the little bottle to Oliver and he smirks at me. We walk over to the trash and he throws it out. Diggle saw us and just smirked while buttoning his jacket. We walk the opposite direction and Oliver bumps into someone. Laurel. God damn she's everywhere. I roll my eyes and look at them

"Oh! Oh. You're here." He says to her.

"Tommy. He made me realize the point that we have too many years between us to leave things the way we left them." She says. "Is there someplace quieter that we could go?" She asks.

I scoff and I look at Oliver. I look at him and he's about to take her somewhere else. I let go of his hand.

"Yeah." He smiles at her taking her somewhere else.

"Whatever dude." I say under my breath as I roll my eyes. I go to the bar and I ask the bartender for his strongest drink.

"Give me the good stuff." I wink at him and he starts to prepare my drink.

"Im going to need a couple so keep em' coming" I tell him as I down the first shot.

-(WITH LAUREL AND OLIVER)

"Im sorry about saying that you should've been the one who died. That was wrong" Laurel apologizes to Oliver.

"If I could trade places with her, I would." Oliver says.

Laurel stops and faces Oliver.

"About Sarah.. there's been something I've been afraid to ask but I need to know." She says holding back her tears.

"Okay." Oliver says softly.

"When she died.. did she suffer?" She tilts her head asking while tears form in her eyes.

"No! Sarah!"

"Aah!"

"No." Oliver tells her.

"I think about her everyday." Laurel says.

"Me too." Oliver say sympathetically.

" I guess we still have one thing in common then. I cant believe im going to say this, but.. if you need someone to talk to about what happened to you, im here." She tells him.

Olivers phone starts ringing. The time reads 10pm and there is nothing in the account. He sighs and puts his phone away.

"Something wrong?" Laurel asks.

"I asked somebody to do something. They didn't do it. Laurel. You always saw the best in me. Right now, that's what you're doing. You're looking at me and you're wondering if that island changed me somehow? If it made me a better person? It didn't. Stay away from me otherwise.. im just going to hurt you again. This time it will be worse. Got to roll. I got five years of debauchery to catch up on." He says about to walk away.

Laurel gets closer and she looks like she's about to cry.

"You know what Oliver.. You're wrong that island did change you. At least now you're honest." Laurel walks away. Oliver rolls his eyes and stands there.

-(INSIDE)

Oliver walks through the back. Diggle's there waiting for him.

"Something I can help you with, sir?" Diggle asks while fixing his sleeves. Oliver stops in his tracks.

Oliver turns back to look at him.

"I just wanted a second to myself." Oliver says with a fake smile.

"I would believe you, Mr.Queen, if you weren't so full of crap." Diggle tells Oliver. "Party's this way." Diggle points to the entrance to the club.

Oliver goes to the door and grabs the door knob.

"Its locked." He says making Diggle try to go open it.

Before Diggle touched the knob, Oliver grabs him and puts him a headlock.

-(WITH HUNT)

"You two cover the elevator. Hang back and be ready." Says Drakon to four men with guns. He starts walking towards Hunts office. "Stay in the corners and stay alert." He walks into Hunts office and closes the door. He puts in a code in a keypad and it locks the door.

"Its past 10. He's never getting in here."

Oliver throws an arrow next to Hunts window and I do the same.

The lights turn off. They look at the door and once of Hunts guards stands by the door waiting. The elevator dings. Oliver walks out of the elevator and start punching the guys near the elevator.

Oliver throws his bow at a guy and jump kick of the wall onto the ground while holding him.

"You know. Its really a bummer you had to call the cops for back up. I didn't expect a man with so much power needed back up. But with every powerful man comes a coward under the mask." I say crossing my legs looking at Hunt. His bodyguard and Drakon put their guns up and I laugh.

"tch tch tch, play easy boys, no need to get violent." I say laughing. "You know you guys are honestly so dumb" I say putting their magazines from their guns on the table. "Drakon, and you call yourself the head of security but how did you not hear me or my partner." Adam and Drakon go to reach for their walkie talkies.

Oliver throws one of the men threw the door and the other bodyguard shoots him. Oliver walks in and shoots the bodyguards. Drakon grabs my foot and drags me off the table which makes me hit my head on the table hard. I place my hand on the back of my head. As I moved my hand I see blood and I immediately become light headed. The last thing I saw was Oliver and Drakon fighting.

Adam makes his escape and calls Lance.

"Hes here." Adam says walking onto the elevator.

"All units, coverage" Lance says into the walkie talkie. "All units, converge!" Lance yells walking to the building.

By the time Lance makes it to the floor we're on Oliver threw a throwing star at Drakons neck. By the time they made it the floor, Oliver already grabbed me and zip lined to the clubs roof.

-(WITH YOU AND OLIVER)

Oliver walks into the bathroom with you in his arms, he takes off your costume and puts you back in your dress and shoes. He hears some voices yelling and he realizes its Lance. He puts your head on his lap and starts stroking your hair. He threw your duffle bags into one of the garbage in the cans in the hallways.

"Starling City Police! Open up!" Lance says from the other side of the door.

"Its open!" Oliver says while rubbing your back.

"Ha-" Lance was going to say something but then he realizes that you and Oliver are on the floor.

"Is she okay? does she need any medical assistance?" Lance asks sarcastically.

"No, she didn't feel well so she's just resting for a little." Oliver says with a smile on his face.

"Did you know your guy in the green hood just attacked Adam Hunt just next door." Lance says putting his hands in his pocket.

"Whos Adam Hunt?" Oliver asks. He gets up and makes his way back to the floor. "Hey! 2 million dollars to the person who finds a guy in a green hood." The crowd cheers and Oliver goes back to you.

He picks you out bridal style and carries you out the club.

"Ollie! Ollie!" Tommy yells out. Oliver turns around and looks at him. "Is she okay?" He asks while walking up the stairs with Oliver.

"Yeah she fine. She just passed out so im taking her home." He tells Tommy as they arrive to the entrance.

"Alright, take care of her. Ill tell everyone you left." Tommy puts his hand on Olivers shoulder and walks back down to the party.

Oliver places you in the car and drives off to the base.

----

You get to the base and Oliver takes you out of the car. He picks you up bridal style and takes you inside.

He places you on the table softly and steps back. He looks at you and admires you. He smiles then grabs the case. He takes out the herbs Yao Fei had given him. He mashes it up and puts water in it. He lifts your head and makes you drink it.

Your fight or flight activated and you started attacking Oliver. Oliver took both your hands and put them together. He puts hand cuffs on your right hand and cuffs it to the table.

----

In the morning, Oliver is sitting at the desk, Hes looking at the money transferring into all the peoples accounts. He looks at the book and crosses Adams name out. He looks at the photo of his father from the book he had picked up the other day.

-(FLASHBACK)-

Everyone is asleep except Robert. (Y/N) had her head on Olivers shoulder while having their fingers intertwined and Robert had his hand around Oliver. Robert was looking at the crewmate, asleep with a knife in his hand.

"There's not enough for all of us." Robert whispers in Olivers ear. Oliver wakes up and looks at his father.

"Save your strength." Oliver tells his father.

"You two can survive this." Robert says whispering to his son. "Make it home, make it better. 'Right my wrongs.' But you got to live through this first." Robert says shaking Oliver making sure hes listening to him and not falling asleep. "You hear me Ollie? You hear me son?" Robert asks.

"You just rest dad." Oliver says quietly trying not to wake you up and falling back asleep.

"Yup." He says bluntly while kissing Olivers head. He moves Oliver off of him, which makes (Y/N) moves a little to adjust to the new position.

Robert pulls out a gun and shoots the crewmate. This make (Y/N) and Oliver jump.

"Dad?" Oliver says in shock.

"Survive." Robert says before putting the gun to his head and shooting himself.

"No! No!" Oliver yells while you try to keep him calm. (Y/N) bring him over to you and you grab his hand and put his head on your shoulder. He starts crying and you just let him.

-(END OF FLASHBACK)-

Oliver sits back in his seat remembering what had happened in that safety boat. He hears your groaning in pain.

"I feel like im having the worst hangover of my life." I say while groaning and putting my free hand on my face.

"Says the girl who's spent her whole 20's in a hangover." Says Oliver turning around to look at me in the chair.

"Un-cuff me. Please." I ask him and and he gets up and grabs the key to the cuff.

He un-cuffs you and you move your wrist. You get up and look at him.

"I need to go home and change. I smell as bad as you did on the island." I say laughing at my own joke. I grab my heels and start walking out.

"Ha ha very funny (Y/N)" Oliver says sarcastically.

"Whatever!!" You say walking out.

-(WITH LAUREL)

"If hypothetically $50,000 magically appeared in your bank account it might be best for you not to speak about it to anyone ever." Laurel says talking to someone on the phone. She laughs. "God bless you, too."

"I just got a very grateful phone call for one of our clients against Adam Hunt." Say Anastasia to Laurel.

"Me too." Laurel says while shaking her head and smiling.

"It looks like Starling City has a guardian angel." Anastasia says. She leans in closer and whispers "By the way, your cute friend is here." Anastasia says. Laurels smile drops and she turns around her chair. Tommy's standing there with his hands in his pocket smiling.

----

"You left the party pretty quick last night even after I made sure the bar was stocked with pinot noir."Tommy says.

"It wasn't really my scene."Laurel says.

"I thought maybe you and Oliver went Mano a Mano again. I saw you two head out." Tommy says teasing her.

"There's nothing between Oliver and I, not anymore." She says making sure he understood.

"And here I thought the only thing between you and Oliver was us." He says looking away.

"I wouldn't exactly characterize us as an us, Tommy." She says while she stops walking.

"Then what would you call it?" He asks her.

"A lapse."

"That's quite a few lapses." He states. "Your place, my place, my place again." He smiles. Laurel looks at him and chuckles.

"Oh, come on, Merlyn, we both know that you're not a one-girl type of guy."

"Depends on the girl." He says looking at her.

"I have to go back to work." She tells him getting ready to start walking back. She turns around and Tommy shakes his head.

"Dinah Laurel Lance. Always trying to save the world." He says and she turns around.

"Hey, if I don't try to save it, who will?" She asks him with a smile on her face. She turns back around and goes back to work.

Oliver was there, the entire time listening in into their whole conversation.

"She says the island changed me."

-(FLASHBACK)-

"She has no idea how much."

Oliver sits up and tries to fix his vision.

"There are many more names on the list those who rule our city through intimidation and fear. Every last one of them will wish we had died on that island."

He taps (Y/N) awake and points to the island they are approaching.

-(AT QUEEN MANOR)-

A man walks down the stairs and starts talking.

"The police failed to identify the men I hired to kidnap Oliver and(Y/N). They never will." The man says. "Should we arrange another abduction?" he asks.

"No. There are other ways of finding out what my son knows." Taglist:

#oliver queen #stephen amell #green arrow #arrow #dc #dc arrow #oliver queen x reader #justcallmeely #dc arrowverse

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