amourquinn

[amourquinn]

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 [18+]

quinn hughes x fem!reader wc. 1k

Quinn barely said a word when he walked through the door.

You had been waiting for him, curled up on the couch in one of his hoodies, watching the post-game highlights. You could tell before he even spoke that it had been a rough night. The Canucks had lost in overtime, and Quinn looked absolutely wrecked—his shoulders tense, his jaw clenched, his eyes dark with frustration.

“Hey, handsome,” you said softly, pushing the blanket off your lap as you stood up.

Quinn sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Hey, angel.”

You walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek against his chest. His body was still warm from the game, his muscles tight with tension.

“I’m sorry about the loss,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to his sternum.

Quinn exhaled, his arms coming around you. “Yeah. Me too.”

He didn’t say much more. He didn’t have to. You could feel the frustration rolling off him in waves. His team had fought hard, but it wasn’t enough. And for Quinn, the weight of the loss was always heavier. He never let himself off the hook, no matter how well he played.

You pulled back slightly, looking up at him. His expression was hard, his lips pressed into a thin line. He was still in his suit, the top buttons of his dress shirt undone, his tie hanging loose around his neck.

You reached up, gently running your fingers through his hair. “Wanna talk about it?”

Quinn shook his head. “Not really.”

You hummed, tilting your head. “Wanna sit down, at least?”

He let out a tired chuckle, his hand resting on your hip. “Yeah, that I can do.”

You guided him to the couch, pushing him down gently. Quinn sighed as he leaned back against the cushions, his legs spreading slightly as he rolled his neck, trying to shake off the tension.

You stood between his legs, your fingers toying with the hem of his tie. “You know,” you said slowly, your voice soft but playful, “I could help you relax.”

Quinn’s eyes flicked up to yours, and for the first time that night, you saw something besides frustration. His lips quirked slightly. “Yeah?”

You nodded, your hands moving to his tie, loosening it completely before slipping it from around his neck. “You always take care of me,” you murmured, leaning down, your lips brushing his jaw. “Let me take care of you this time.”

Quinn exhaled sharply, his hands settling on your waist. “Fuck, Y/N.”

You grinned, pressing one last kiss to his jaw before sinking to your knees in front of him.

His breath hitched.

You looked up at him, your hands moving to his belt. “Let me make you feel better, baby.”

Quinn’s eyes darkened, his fingers twitching against your waist. He nodded twice, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “Yeah, angel. Go ahead.”

You smirked, undoing his belt with practiced ease, then popping open the button of his dress pants. He lifted his hips slightly, letting you pull them down just enough to free him.

He was already hard.

You wrapped your fingers around him, stroking him slowly, watching as his jaw tightened, his breath coming out in shallow puffs.

“Shit,” Quinn muttered, his head tilting back against the couch. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You giggled, then leaned forward, running your tongue along his length, teasing him.

Quinn groaned, his fingers tangling in your hair. “No teasing, Y/N. Please.”

You smiled, then took him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked.

Quinn cursed, his grip tightening. “Fuck, angel, just like that.”

You set a steady rhythm, your hand stroking the base of him while your mouth worked the rest. You looked up through your lashes, watching as his chest rose and fell rapidly, his eyes heavy with lust.

“God, you’re so fucking good at this,” Quinn groaned, his hips jerking slightly.

You hummed around him, making him moan. His hand tightening in your hair as you took him deeper, letting him hit the back of your throat.

“Shit,” he rasped, his free hand gripping the couch. “I’m close.”

But before he could finish, he pulled you off.

You blinked up at him, your lips swollen, a strand of saliva connecting your mouth to his cock. “Quinn?”

He smirked, breathless, his eyes dark. “You didn’t really think I’d let you finish me off without fucking you first, did you?”

Your stomach flipped.

Before you could respond, he tugged you up onto his lap, his hands gripping your thighs as he positioned you over him.

“Take off your panties,” he ordered, his voice low, commanding.

Your breath hitched, but you obeyed, reaching under the oversized hoodie you were wearing—his hoodie—and slipping your panties down your legs.

Quinn groaned at the sight. “Fuck, Y/N.”

You straddled him fully, lining yourself up before slowly sinking down onto him, taking him inch by inch.

You both moaned at the feeling.

“Gosh,” Quinn muttered, his fingers digging into your hips. “You feel so fucking good.”

You whimpered, bracing your hands against his chest. “You’re so big, Q.”

Quinn groaned, his hands guiding you as you started to move.

You rolled your hips, slow and deliberate, watching as Quinn’s head tilted back, his lips parting in a silent moan.

“That’s it, sweetness,” he murmured, his grip tightening. “Ride me.”

You picked up the pace, bouncing on his cock, taking him deep.

Quinn was wrecked beneath you, his hands roaming under your hoodie, squeezing your waist, your ass, your thighs. “You look so fucking pretty like this,” he groaned. “So perfect.”

You whimpered, the pleasure building, your body burning with heat. “Quinn—”

“I know, angel,” he panted, thrusting up to meet your movements. “Come for me.”

With one more roll of your hips, you shattered, your body tightening around him as you cried out his name.

Quinn followed moments later, his grip bruising as he spilled into you, a deep, broken moan leaving his lips.

You stayed like that for a moment, your bodies pressed together, your breathing heavy.

Finally, you collapsed against his chest, completely spent.

Quinn chuckled, pressing a lazy kiss to the top of your head. “You really do take care of me, angel.”

You grinned against his skin, snuggling closer. “Always.”

© amourquinn

[amourquinn]

i need u to write more smut🙏 i love ur new fic sm it’s amazing!!!

laaaaawwwd it’s very tempting😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 (thank you sm <33)

[amourquinn]

𝐋𝐃𝐑 ; quinn hughes ( drabble ) 𝟏𝟖+

pairing : boyfriend!quinn x fem!reader wc. 622

genre : fluff, smut long distance relationship warnings : phone sex, cuss words

summary : separated by distance, you and quinn share an intimate charged phone call, expressing your longing for each other

「 author’s note 」 this is my first time writing smut im in heat Help

you lay in bed, the soft sheets cool against your heated skin, the glow of your phone screen illuminating your face in the dim light of your bedroom. quinn was propped against his headboard, shirtless, his hair tousled from his restless hands running through it. his eyes were dark, his expression unreadable as he watched you.

“i can’t stop thinking about you,” quinn murmured, his voice rough, thick with something you knew all too well.

you swallowed, shifting against the pillows. “yeah?”

he nodded. “every night. i hate sleeping without you.”

your lips parted, your pulse quickening. “me too, baby.”

quinn exhaled sharply, his gaze dragging over the screen, taking you in. the strap of your satin camisole had slipped off your shoulder, exposing the smooth curve of your collarbone. your hair was a little messy from tossing and turning, your lips slightly swollen from biting them.

“you look so fucking good right now,” he muttered, his voice lower now. “wish i could touch you.”

you let out a soft breath, warmth curling in your stomach. “tell me how you’d touch me.”

quinn’s jaw clenched, his eyes flickering with heat. “you sure, sweetness?”

you nodded, fingers grazing your stomach, teasing yourself with the anticipation of what was to come. “yeah.”

quinn let out a slow exhale. “i’d start by kissing you, real slow,” he murmured. “dragging my lips down your neck, sucking just enough to make you whimper for me.”

you swallowed hard, your thighs pressing together. “you know i would.”

he smirked, his voice dropping lower. “then i’d take my time undressing you. i’d lay you down and run my hands all over that pretty body of yours, make you shiver.”

a soft whimper escaped your lips, and quinn groaned in response.

“are you touching yourself, baby?” he asked, his voice thick.

you bit your lip, letting your fingers dip beneath the covers. “mhm.”

quinn let out a low, needy sound. “fuck. let me see you.”

you hesitated for half a second before tilting the phone slightly, just enough for him to see the way your fingers traced slow, teasing patterns over your skin. quinn’s breath hitched, his grip on the phone tightening.

“y/n…” his voice was strained.

“show me, too,” you whispered.

quinn adjusted his phone just enough for you to catch a glimpse of the way his hand moved over his stomach, lower, his muscles tensing beneath his touch.

the tension crackled between you, your breaths coming heavier, softer moans spilling into the quiet night as you guided each other through the distance. quinn’s voice was raw, rough, laced with need as he whispered exactly what he would be doing if he were there, how good he’d make you feel.

your pleasure built with every word, every sound he made, until the heat inside you became unbearable. “quinn,” you whimpered, teetering on the edge.

“let go, sweetness,” he murmured. “come for me.”

your body arched, waves of pleasure crashing over you, and you barely registered quinn groaning your name as he followed right after.

the only sound left between you was your uneven breathing.

after a moment, quinn chuckled, running a hand through his damp curls. “i think i need a flight first thing in the morning.”

you let out a breathless laugh. “you say that every time.”

“yeah, well,” he smirked, “one of these times, i’m not gonna be joking.”

you smiled, eyes heavy with exhaustion but heart full. “i hope not.”

quinn’s expression softened, his voice turning gentle. “go to sleep, baby. i’ll stay on the phone.”

“promise?” you murmured, already drifting.

“always, sweetness.”

and with that, you fell asleep to the sound of quinn’s breathing, feeling closer to him than ever.

© amourquinn

[amourquinn]

𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐑 ; quinn hughes ( drabble )

pairing : boyfriend!quinn x fem!reader wc. 528

genre : fluff long-distance relationship no warnings

summary : even miles away, you found a little something that makes the distance between you and quinn feel a little smaller

quinn was lying on his bed, his phone propped up against his pillow, watching you through the screen. facetime had become your thing—one of the only ways to make the distance feel bearable. no matter where he was, no matter how exhausted he felt after a game or a long practice, hearing your voice always made everything feel lighter.

you were curled up in your bed, wrapped in a blanket. the soft glow of your fairy lights made you look even prettier, and quinn found himself staring at you like he always did, like he was trying to memorize every detail of your face.

you had been talking about your days, bouncing between random stories and comfortable silence, when you suddenly perked up, a mischievous smile spreading across your lips.

“oh! i saw something today that reminded me of you,” you said, eyes shining.

quinn raised a brow. “yeah?”

you nodded. “wanna guess?”

quinn groaned, already knowing you were about to make this difficult. “y/n…”

you giggled, tucking your chin into your blanket. “come on, just one guess.”

he sighed, pretending to think. “uh… was it hockey-related?”

“nope.”

“something blue?”

you grinned. “yes.”

quinn narrowed his eyes. “wait, really?”

“mhmm.”

he studied you, trying to read your expression. “is it… a hoodie?”

your jaw dropped. “sort of… but how did you—?”

quinn smirked. “lucky guess.”

you shook your head, reaching off-screen for something, then held up a small stuffed teddy bear, its tiny body wrapped in a navy blue hoodie.

quinn blinked. his heart did something weird in his chest.

“it’s you,” you said simply, your voice softer now. “little teddy bear, little navy hoodie. the second i saw it, i was like, ‘yup. that’s my boyfriend. that’s quinn.’”

quinn swallowed, his fingers curling into his hoodie.

“that’s…” he cleared his throat, suddenly feeling warm. “that’s cute, y/n.”

you beamed, hugging the bear close to your chest. “i had to get it. now, whenever i miss you, i can just cuddle this little guy.”

quinn exhaled, shaking his head. “you’re unreal.”

you batted your lashes dramatically. “i try.”

“you don’t even have to.” his voice was quieter now, full of something he wasn’t sure how to put into words.

you seemed to understand anyway. you studied him for a moment, then murmured, “i wish you were here.”

quinn sighed, his fingers curling into his blanket. “me too, y/n.”

“do you think you’ll be able to come back to la soon?” you asked, tucking yourself deeper into your bed.

“i’m gonna try,” he promised. “as soon as i get a few days off.”

you smiled sleepily, still holding the teddy bear close. “good.”

quinn watched as your eyes grew heavier, your blinking slower. he loved this part—the way you always tried to fight sleep just to stay on the call a little longer.

“go to bed, beautiful,” he murmured.

you yawned. “only if you do too.”

“i will.”

neither of you hung up. you never did.

so quinn just stayed there, watching the love of his life slowly drift to sleep, a little navy blue teddy bear tucked against her heart—just like he always wanted to be.

© amourquinn

[amourquinn]

kinda obsessed with calling q “sweet boy” :(( bc like. he is. he’s just such a sweet boy 😔

URGH im obsessed with the idea of calling him sweet boy because i just know he would secretly love it and get all shy about it😭😭😭😭

[amourquinn]

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 ; quinn hughes

( short fic )

pairing : boyfriend!quinn x fem!reader wc. 1.3k

genre : fluff no warnings

summary : quinn is feeling sore before valentine’s day, so you show up early to take care of him proving that love isn’t about grand gestures — it’s about being there when it matters most

you sighed in relief as you pulled into the driveway of the lake house, the familiar sight of the cabin-like home easing the weight that had settled on your chest for the past few days.

quinn had been here with his brothers for nearly a week, taking a much-needed break from the season. but then, two days ago, he got injured. nothing major—just a rough hit during their pond hockey game that left him with a bruised rib and a sore body. he assured you over the phone that he was fine, but you knew him better than that.

which was exactly why you were here now, a full day earlier than planned.

you stepped out of the car, adjusting the bag slung over your shoulder, and made your way inside. the house was warm, a stark contrast to the winter air outside, and mostly quiet except for the faint sound of a tv playing in another room.

“y/n?”

you turned toward the familiar voice just as jack appeared in the hallway, his face lighting up in surprise. “hey! i thought you were coming tomorrow.”

“i was,” you said, setting your bag down. “but someone i love is too stubborn to admit when he’s not okay, so i figured i’d come early.”

jack snorted. “yeah, that sounds about right.”

“where is he?”

“upstairs, passed out in bed. he’s been exhausted all day.”

you nodded, already making your way toward the stairs. “thanks, jack.”

“no problem. and, y/n?” you paused, looking over your shoulder. jack smirked. “good luck prying him off you when he realizes you’re here.”

you just smiled and headed upstairs.

—

you found quinn exactly how you expected—curled up in bed, buried beneath the blankets, his face relaxed in sleep. his messy hair stuck to his forehead slightly, and you could see the faint furrow in his brows, even in rest.

your heart clenched. he must have been more exhausted than he let on.

carefully, you sat on the edge of the bed, brushing your fingers through his hair. “quinn,” you whispered softly.

he stirred, a quiet groan escaping his lips before his eyes fluttered open. at first, he looked dazed, but then his gaze focused on you, and his entire face softened.

“y/n?” his voice was rough with sleep, but there was something else in it too—relief.

“hey, baby.” you smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. “i’m here.”

quinn didn’t waste a second. he shifted, wincing slightly, and pulled you into his arms, tucking his face into your neck. “missed you,” he mumbled against your skin.

you melted into him, running your fingers up and down his back carefully. “i missed you too.”

“you’re early.”

“you didn’t actually think i was gonna let you spend valentine’s day eve injured and alone, did you?”

he huffed a small laugh. “i’m not alone.”

you pulled back slightly, raising a brow. “jack said you’ve been in bed all day.”

quinn sighed, not even trying to argue. “i’m just tired.”

“i know, sweet boy,” you murmured, cupping his face gently. “did you take your meds?”

he hesitated.

“quinn.”

he groaned. “i was gonna.”

you rolled your eyes fondly. “you’re lucky i love you.”

“i know,” he said immediately, lips twitching. “you wouldn’t be here early if you didn’t.”

you sighed, shaking your head before pressing another kiss to his forehead. “stay here. i’ll be right back.”

quinn whined dramatically but let you go, watching as you disappeared into the bathroom. you returned a minute later with a glass of water and the painkillers he was supposed to take.

“sit up,” you instructed gently.

he did as you said, wincing slightly as he adjusted himself. you handed him the pills, watching as he took them before you climbed back into bed beside him.

the second you were settled, quinn wrapped his arms around you again, pulling you close. you fit perfectly against him, your warmth soothing the lingering aches in his body.

“i like you here,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple.

you smiled, threading your fingers through his. “good, because i’m not going anywhere.”

you stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other, the quiet hum of the tv in the background. quinn’s breathing evened out again, his body relaxing against yours as exhaustion took over.

as you held him, running soft circles along his back, you realized something—this was what love looked like. not grand gestures or extravagant dates, but this. showing up when he needed you. taking care of him when he wouldn’t admit he needed it. just being there.

tomorrow was valentine’s day. but right now, this moment? it was already more than enough.

and you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

—

the next morning, you woke up before quinn. that wasn’t a surprise—he was still exhausted, and after everything his body had been through, he needed the rest.

you carefully untangled yourself from his grip, which was a task in itself. even in sleep, he was reluctant to let you go, his arm tightening around your waist every time you moved. but after a few gentle whispers and a kiss to his forehead, he finally relaxed enough for you to slip out of bed.

you tiptoed downstairs, smiling when you saw jack and luke in the kitchen.

“morning,” luke greeted, taking a sip of his coffee. “how’s the patient?”

“still asleep,” you said, grabbing a mug for yourself. “but i want to do something small for him when he wakes up.”

jack smirked. “you’re making us all look bad, you know that?”

you grinned. “that’s the goal.”

you spent the next hour putting together a simple breakfast—pancakes, eggs, and bacon, with a side of fresh fruit. jack and luke helped, mostly by keeping you entertained with stories about quinn growing up, but when you brought up valentine’s day, both of them groaned.

“he’s so bad at it,” luke said. “like, he tries, but—”

“he’s an awkward mess,” jack finished.

you laughed. “i don’t need anything big from him. just him.”

jack mock-gagged. “you guys are disgusting.”

you just rolled your eyes and focused on finishing breakfast.

—

by the time you carried the tray upstairs, quinn was awake, though still groggy. his hair was sticking up in every direction, and he blinked up at you with sleepy confusion as you walked in.

“y/n?” his voice was hoarse.

“happy valentine’s day, sweet boy,” you said softly, setting the tray down beside him.

quinn’s brows furrowed, like he was still catching up. then his gaze dropped to the food, and his expression softened. “you did this for me?”

“of course i did.” you sat beside him, reaching out to brush his messy hair back. “did you really think i wouldn’t?”

quinn didn’t say anything. he just looked at you, like he was trying to figure out how he got so lucky. then, without warning, he leaned forward, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.

you melted instantly.

“thank you,” he murmured when he pulled back, his forehead resting against yours.

“you’re welcome.” you smiled, rubbing your thumb over his cheek. “now eat before it gets cold.”

quinn hummed, pulling the tray onto his lap. he took a bite of the pancakes, and his eyes fluttered shut for a second. “you’re perfect.”

you laughed. “you’re just saying that because i made you food.”

“no,” quinn said, shaking his head. “i mean it.”

you felt your heart squeeze.

you leaned into his side, watching as he ate, feeling the warmth of him against you. maybe it wasn’t some big, grand valentine’s day. there were no fancy dinner reservations, no over-the-top gifts.

but you had this—quiet, simple moments filled with love.

and to you, that was perfect.

© amourquinn

[amourquinn]

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ; quinn hughes

( short fic )

pairing : boyfriend!quinn x fem!reader wc. 1k

genre : fluff, tiny bit of angst warnings : implicit mention of nudity

summary : after a tough game leaves quinn frustrated and exhausted, you comfort him in gentle ways reminding him that he deserves care just as much as he gives it

the front door creaked open, and you immediately knew it was quinn by the sound of his footsteps shuffling into the apartment. you glanced up from where you were chopping vegetables on the kitchen counter, your eyes catching sight of him as he dropped his gear bag near the entrance. his shoulders were slumped, his head hung low, and his expression was a mix of exhaustion and frustration.

“hey,” you called softly, setting the knife down and wiping your hands on a towel. “rough night?”

he didn’t respond immediately, instead letting out a long sigh as he leaned against the counter. “yeah,” he muttered finally, running a hand through his damp hair. “nothing went right tonight. i felt slow, couldn’t keep up, and i kept making stupid mistakes.” he shook his head, his jaw clenching. “i was useless out there.”

“don’t say that,” you said, walking over to him. you reached up, placing a gentle hand on his cheek. “you had a bad game. it happens.”

“i know,” he replied, his voice heavy with frustration. “but it doesn’t make it any easier to deal with.”

you could see how much the night had taken out of him—physically and mentally. his cheeks were flushed, his eyes tired, and his entire body seemed to be weighed down by the stress he was carrying.

“everything hurts,” he admitted after a moment, his voice softer now.

your heart broke for him, and without a second thought, you wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him into a hug. “you’ve been pushing yourself too hard, quinn,” you murmured against his chest. “let me take care of you tonight, okay?”

he hesitated for a moment before nodding, his arms coming up to wrap around you. “okay.”

you pulled back just enough to look up at him. “go sit down for a few minutes. dinner’s almost ready.”

he nodded again, shuffling over to the couch and sinking into it with a groan. you quickly returned to the kitchen, finishing up the pasta and plating two servings. carrying the plates over to the coffee table, you sat beside him, nudging his shoulder gently.

“eat,” you encouraged, setting the plate in his lap.

quinn gave you a tired smile and picked up his fork, taking a few bites. “thanks,” he murmured.

you stayed quiet while he ate, not wanting to press him for more conversation until he’d had a chance to unwind a little. once he was done, you took the plates back to the kitchen and returned to find him leaning back against the couch, his eyes closed.

“come on,” you said softly, taking his hand and pulling him to his feet.

“where are we going?” he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

“to the bathroom,” you replied, leading him down the hall.

when you reached the bathroom, you flicked on the light and turned on the faucet, letting the warm water fill the tub. you grabbed the bottle of lavender-scented bubble bath, pouring some in and swirling it around with your hand.

quinn stood in the doorway, watching you with a mix of confusion and amusement. “what are you doing?”

“running you a bath,” you said, glancing over your shoulder at him. “you’re sore, you’re stressed, and you need to relax. this will help.”

“a bath?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow.

“yes, a bath,” you said firmly, turning off the water. “now, get undressed and get in.”

he chuckled softly, shaking his head. “you’re something else, you know that?”

“only because i love you,” you teased, stepping aside to let him undress.

once he was in the tub, he let out a soft groan of relief as the warm water enveloped him. his head fell back against the edge, and his eyes fluttered shut. “okay, you were right. this is nice.”

you smiled, quickly undressing and sliding in behind him. you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him back against your chest, your hands resting on his shoulders.

“let me give you a massage,” you offered, pressing a kiss to his damp hair.

“please,” he murmured, his voice already sounding more relaxed.

you began to knead the tight muscles in his shoulders and neck, your fingers working out the knots that had formed over the course of the game. quinn let out soft sighs of contentment, his body melting into yours.

“is this okay?” you asked after a few minutes, your lips brushing against his ear.

“more than okay,” he replied, his voice low and appreciative.

you took your time, working your way down his arms and then back up to his chest. your fingers moved gently over the bruises on his arms, careful not to press too hard.

“you’re too good to me,” he said softly, turning his head slightly to look at you.

“you deserve it,” you replied, leaning forward to press a kiss to his temple. “you do so much for everyone else, quinn. let me do this for you.”

his lips curved into a small smile, and he closed his eyes again, letting himself fully relax in your arms.

after a while, the water began to cool, and you helped him out of the tub, wrapping a towel around his shoulders. “come on,” you said, leading him to the bedroom.

after changing into comfortable clothes, quinn crawled into bed, his body clearly still heavy with exhaustion. you disappeared briefly to grab a glass of water for him, setting it on the nightstand before climbing in beside him.

“lie down,” you said softly, patting your lap.

he hesitated for a moment before resting his head on your thighs, letting out a content sigh as you began running your fingers through his damp hair. your other hand traced gentle patterns along his jawline, your thumb brushing over the stubble on his chin.

“this is nice,” he murmured, his voice already thick with sleep.

“you deserve nice,” you replied, your voice soft.

quinn’s breathing began to even out, and you watched as his features softened in sleep. you continued stroking his hair, your fingers gentle and soothing.

“goodnight, love,” you whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead.

and as quinn slept peacefully in your lap, you felt nothing but love for the man who had given you his whole heart—and who trusted you to take care of his.

© amourquinn

[amourquinn]

My poor baby | Quinn Hughes

[amourquinn]

HELP I read Beside You and it's the most adorable thing!! I feel like you got Quinn's vibe spot on, that casual comfort you can have with him🥺just replying 'of course' to you coming to him when you say you had a nightmare😭😭and he was clearly waiting for a moment with you, if his determined snuggling with you in the morning is anything to go by!! It was so funny when Trevor found the two there, but also you could tell him and the others must be thinking 'finally they're together' lol. Felt so warm and fuzzy reading that and imagining snuggling with Quin!! Now I can't wait to read some more of your stuff❤🥳

thank you sm for the sweet message im so glad you enjoyed it !!!💕💕 sending love to you anon <//33

[amourquinn]

𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐘 ; quinn hughes ( drabble )

pairing : boyfriend!quinn x fem!reader wc. 734

genre : fluff, slightly suggestive no warnings

summary : quinn tries to focus on his video game, but you have other plans—ones that involve distracting him in the best way possible

the sound of buttons being rapidly pressed and quinn’s low voice talking into his headset echoed from the living room. you leaned against the bedroom doorframe, watching as he sat on the couch, entirely absorbed in whatever game he and his brother, jack, were playing. his posture was relaxed but focused, legs spread slightly as he hunched forward with the controller in his hands.

“no, jack. don’t go that way,” quinn muttered, his voice steady but tinged with annoyance. “i told you they’re camping there.”

you smiled to yourself. it was always entertaining to listen to quinn and jack bicker during their gaming sessions. they were competitive to the core, even when it came to video games. you watched for a moment longer before deciding that quinn had been playing long enough without giving you attention.

with quiet steps, you padded into the living room and plopped yourself onto the couch beside him. quinn glanced at you briefly, his brows furrowing. “hey, babe,” he said quickly before turning his attention back to the screen.

“hi,” you replied sweetly, leaning against his side. he barely acknowledged you, his fingers flying over the controller as he tried to keep up with the action on the screen.

“jack, i swear, if you—” quinn groaned, cutting himself off mid-sentence. his jaw clenched as he leaned forward slightly, completely focused.

you smirked, deciding to test just how much you could distract him. casually, you rested your hand on his thigh, your fingers lightly drumming against his skin.

quinn tensed slightly but didn’t look away from the screen. “what are you doing?” he mumbled, his tone half curious, half distracted.

“nothing,” you replied innocently, letting your fingers slide up and down his leg.

“jack, i need backup!” quinn said into the microphone, his voice sharper now. “where are you?”

the intensity of his game only spurred you on. shifting closer, you pressed a soft kiss to his jawline, just under his ear. quinn froze for a second, his grip on the controller tightening.

“y/n,” he hissed under his breath, turning his head slightly to glance at you.

“yes?” you asked sweetly, batting your lashes.

“i’m playing a game,” he whispered, his voice low enough that jack couldn’t hear.

“i know,” you said, trailing another kiss along his jaw.

“jacky, i’m down—revive me!” quinn barked into the microphone, his frustration clear.

you bit your lip to suppress a giggle, thoroughly enjoying yourself. “am i distracting you?”

“yes,” he admitted, his voice strained. “and you’re doing it on purpose.”

“maybe,” you teased, your hand sliding a little higher on his thigh.

quinn groaned softly, tilting his head back against the couch for a moment. “jack, i need a minute,” he said suddenly, pulling off the headset and tossing it onto the coffee table.

“what? we’re in the middle of—” jack’s voice cut off as quinn disconnected the call.

quinn turned to you, his expression a mix of exasperation and amusement. “you’re relentless, you know that?”

“i was bored,” you said with a shrug, shifting so you were straddling his lap.

“and you decided to make me lose on purpose?” he asked, his hands instinctively settling on your hips.

“exactly,” you replied with a grin, looping your arms around his neck.

quinn sighed, shaking his head, but his lips quirked into a smile. “you’re lucky i like you.”

“like me?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow.

“love you,” he corrected, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips.

“much better,” you murmured against his mouth, your fingers threading through his hair.

the kiss deepened, and for a moment, the video game was completely forgotten. when you finally pulled back, quinn rested his forehead against yours, his eyes soft and full of affection.

“you’re a menace,” he said, his tone teasing.

“and yet, here you are,” you replied, smirking.

“here i am,” he agreed, pulling you closer.

you stayed curled up in his lap, the forgotten game still running on the screen. quinn didn’t seem to care, his focus entirely on you now. eventually, you reached over to grab the controller, holding it out to him.

“want to finish your game?” you offered, though your tone suggested you already knew his answer.

quinn shook his head, taking the controller from you and setting it aside. “nah. i’ve got something better to focus on.”

you grinned, leaning in to kiss him again. “good choice.”

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[amourquinn]

Hughes at Blues | Quinn Hughes

[amourquinn]

𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ; quinn hughes ( short fic )

pairing : quinn x fem!reader wc. 1.2k

genre : fluff no warnings

summary : a weekend at the lake house with friends takes an unexpected turn when a nightmare brings you and quinn closer

the lake house was quinn’s idea—a perfect place to escape and unwind. for someone as busy as him, weekends like these were rare, and he was excited to spend it surrounded by his family and closest friends, including you.

you and quinn had been friends for years, the kind of friendship built on quiet understanding and mutual trust. it wasn’t flashy or loud, but it was solid. he’d been there for you during tough times, always offering support in his own quiet way, and you’d done the same for him. you were one of the few people he could truly be himself around—no expectations, no pressure, just quinn.

there had always been an unspoken connection between you, but nothing more than friendship had ever been explored. you weren’t sure why. maybe it was fear of ruining what you already had, or maybe it was just the timing never being quite right. either way, you valued the bond you shared and wouldn’t trade it for anything.

that weekend at the lake house had been a long time coming. the two of you, along with quinn’s brothers, some family friends, and a couple of his teammates, had spent the day making the most of the gorgeous weather.

the morning began with a big breakfast prepared by quinn’s mom, followed by a hike that left everyone a little out of breath but in good spirits. in the afternoon, the lake became the center of activity. you and quinn had spent hours on the water, racing kayaks, teasing each other relentlessly, and soaking up the sun. he’d even pushed you off the dock at one point, laughing as you sputtered and promised revenge.

later, as the sun began to set, everyone gathered for a barbecue dinner. the smell of grilled burgers and hot dogs filled the air, accompanied by the sound of quinn’s brothers bickering good-naturedly. when night fell, the group sat around the fire pit, roasting marshmallows and telling stories. it was one of those perfect days where everything felt easy and carefree.

by the time you finally retreated to bed, your body ached pleasantly from the day’s activities. you’d fallen asleep quickly, but your rest was short-lived.

the nightmare came out of nowhere, vivid and unsettling. you woke up with a start, your heart pounding and your breaths shallow. the images refused to leave your mind, clinging to you like a dark cloud. you tried to calm yourself, telling yourself it was just a dream, but the unease wouldn’t go away. every creak of the old house seemed amplified, every shadow in the room more menacing.

you sat up in bed, wrapping your arms around your knees. you didn’t want to stay in the room alone any longer, but you weren’t sure what to do. then, you thought of quinn. he was only down the hall, and if anyone could make you feel safe, it was him.

grabbing your phone, you hesitated. was it weird to text him this late? but then again, quinn was quinn. he wouldn’t mind. taking a deep breath, you typed out a message.

y/n : hey, are you awake?

the reply came almost instantly.

quinn : yeah, what’s up?

your fingers hovered over the screen as you debated what to say. finally, you decided to just be honest.

y/n : i had a nightmare. i can’t fall back asleep. can i come to your room?

the three dots indicating he was typing appeared almost immediately.

quinn : of course. door’s unlocked.

the hallway was quiet as you slipped out of your room and padded down to his. you cracked the door open to find him sitting up in bed, his phone still in his hand. the soft glow of the screen illuminated his face, and when he saw you, he set it aside, his expression softening.

“hey,” he said quietly. “you okay?”

you stepped inside, closing the door behind you. “not really,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “i couldn’t stay in there alone.”

quinn nodded and shifted over, patting the empty space beside him. “come here. you can stay.”

you hesitated for only a moment before climbing into bed, keeping a bit of distance between you. the mattress dipped slightly under your weight, and the faint scent of his cologne—fresh and familiar—immediately soothed some of your nerves.

quinn pulled the blanket over you, his voice gentle as he asked, “do you want to talk about it?”

you shook your head, your gaze fixed on your hands. “it was just… bad. i don’t even remember all of it, but it left me feeling weird. i couldn’t fall back asleep.”

his brow furrowed in concern, and he leaned back against the headboard. “i get that. sometimes i get those dreams too.”

his tone was steady, calming, and you felt a lump rise in your throat. you weren’t used to letting people see you like this—vulnerable and scared—but quinn made it feel okay.

“you don’t have to talk about it,” he added. “just stay here. you’re safe.”

“thanks, quinn,” you murmured, settling into the pillow.

“anytime,” he replied softly, lying back down beside you.

at first, you kept to your side of the bed, still feeling a little awkward. but as the minutes ticked by, the quiet steadiness of his presence started to chip away at your unease. his breathing was slow and even, and the warmth radiating from his side of the bed was strangely comforting.

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the morning sunlight streaming through the blinds woke you. blinking groggily, you realized two things: quinn’s arm was wrapped around you, and your head was resting on his chest. sometime during the night, you’d both shifted closer, his body curled protectively around yours.

the door creaked open, and you turned your head just in time to see trevor step inside.

“hey, quinn, breakfast is—” he stopped mid-sentence, his eyes widening as he took in the scene.

“well, well, well,” trevor said, his voice laced with amusement. “what do we have here?”

your cheeks flushed as you instinctively tried to pull away, but quinn groaned, pulling you closer.

“too early,” he mumbled into your hair, his voice heavy with sleep.

“breakfast is ready,” trevor said, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk. “but i can see you two need… a little more time.”

“trev,” quinn muttered, his voice muffled, “shut the door.”

trevor chuckled, retreating and closing the door behind him.

you sighed, finally managing to tilt your head back to look at quinn. his hair was a mess, and his eyes barely open, but there was a small, sleepy smile on his face.

“five more minutes?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

he shrugged, his arm still loosely around you. “we deserve more than just five minutes of sleep.”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile forming on your lips. “you’re impossible.”

“maybe,” he murmured, his voice soft and raspy. “but you’re comfy.”

the honesty in his tone made your breath catch, and for a moment, neither of you moved. the morning sunlight bathed the room in a golden glow, and the world outside seemed to fade away.

“okay,” you finally said, settling back into his embrace. “ten more minutes.”

quinn’s smile widened as he pulled you closer, and the two of you drifted off again, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment before breakfast.

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[amourquinn]

Practice | Quinn Hughes

[amourquinn]

𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ; quinn hughes ( drabble )

pairing : boyfriend!quinn x fem!reader wc. 854

genre : fluff warnings : slightly suggestive(?)

summary : unable to sleep, you crave quinn’s attention as he reads beside you, seemingly unaffected by your restlessness. so you decide to tease him

the clock on the nightstand glowed 1:14 am in faint, green digits. the room was steeped in shadows, with only a sliver of moonlight sneaking in through the gap in the curtains. you blinked into the darkness, your body tangled in the sheets as you shifted again. sleep wasn’t coming—at least not without him.

you turned your head to the other side of the bed, where quinn sat propped up against the headboard, his focus entirely on the book in his hands. he looked relaxed, almost too relaxed, with the hem of his black t-shirt slightly bunched up around his waist and his sweatpants sitting low on his hips. the soft light from his book lamp traced the sharp line of his jaw and the curve of his neck, making him look unfairly perfect for someone who should’ve been asleep hours ago.

“quinn,” you mumbled, your voice a sleepy mixture of irritation and need.

“hmm?” he replied without looking up, his tone casual and distracted.

you narrowed your eyes at him, your fingers tugging the edge of the blanket higher over your body. “why are you still awake?”

“couldn’t sleep,” he said simply, flipping a page. his voice was low and steady, but it lacked the warmth you were craving.

“well, now i can’t either,” you complained, shifting closer to him under the covers. “you’re too far away.”

he chuckled softly but still didn’t glance your way. “i’m literally right here.”

“it’s not the same,” you huffed, sliding closer until your leg brushed against his. the contact sent a small shiver up your spine, but he seemed unaffected, his attention still locked on the pages in front of him.

you sat up slightly, leaning on your elbow to study his face. his brow was furrowed in concentration, his lips parted just enough to show how deep into the book he was. it was maddening how unbothered he seemed while you were lying there, restless and aching for him.

“quinn,” you said again, drawing out his name this time.

“what is it?” he asked, his tone half-amused, half-exasperated as he finally glanced at you.

“i’m bored,” you said, letting your voice dip into a more sultry tone. “and i want your attention.”

his lips quirked into a small smile, but he still didn’t close the book. “it’s the middle of the night. go to sleep.”

“i can’t sleep when you’re ignoring me.”

“i’m not ignoring you,” he countered, though his eyes were already drifting back to the book.

“oh, you are,” you said, your tone taking on a playful edge as you leaned closer to him. your hand crept up to his chest, your fingers brushing over the soft fabric of his t-shirt. “and i really don’t like being ignored.”

quinn’s hand stilled on the page, his gaze finally snapping back to yours. there was a flicker of something in his eyes—amusement mixed with curiosity. “you’re relentless,” he muttered, though the faint grin tugging at his lips betrayed him.

“maybe,” you said, letting your fingers trail downward, the pressure light but deliberate. “but you like it.”

he tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing in mock suspicion. “are you trying to distract me from my book?”

“is it working?” you shot back, shifting closer until your thigh was pressed firmly against his.

he didn’t answer immediately, his gaze flickering to where your hand rested against his chest. his breathing hitched slightly, just enough to tell you that yes, it was absolutely working.

“you’re impossible,” he said finally, his voice lower now, rougher around the edges.

“and you’re way too calm for someone i’m trying to flirt with,” you countered, smirking as you took the book out of his hands and placed it gently onto the nightstand. it landed with a quiet thud, the sound strangely satisfying. “so what are you going to do about it?”

quinn sighed, his hands finally finding your waist as he pulled you into his lap. his fingers pressed into your sides, grounding but with a hint of intent that made your stomach flip. he looked at you for a moment, his expression torn between exasperation and something softer, more tender.

“i guess i’ll just have to give you what you want,” he murmured, his voice dipping lower as his lips brushed against the corner of your mouth. “you’re not letting me read anyway.”

a satisfied smile spread across your face as your arms looped around his neck. “now you’re getting it.”

quinn’s lips found yours, the kiss slow and deliberate, like he had all the time in the world. his hands moved to your hips, pulling you impossibly closer until you could feel every inch of him, his warmth seeping into your skin.

“happy now?” he asked softly, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes.

“for now,” you teased, your voice breathy as you ran your fingers through his hair.

he groaned playfully, but the affection in his eyes was unmistakable as he leaned back in, silencing any further comments with another kiss.

the both of you knew that you were not getting much sleep anytime soon.

© amourquinn

[amourquinn]

Vancouver Canucks vs TML Jan 11th (2/2) | Quinn Hughes

[amourquinn]

EXES ; quinn hughes ( short fic )

pairing : ex!quinn x fem!reader wc. 2.7k

genre : angst, fluff at the end warnings: mentions of alcohol

summary : a chance encounter at a party forces you and your ex, quinn, to confront the love and pain neither of you has been able to move past

the soft hum of conversation filled the air, intermingling with the clink of glasses and laughter that seemed to float through the house. it was jack’s birthday, and as expected, the party was full of friends, family, and good cheer. but for you, the night felt like a slow, torturous loop of misery.

it had been four months since you and quinn had broken up, but seeing him here—standing across the room, laughing and talking to some of his friends—felt like a punch to the gut. the way he smiled, the way his hair curled slightly at the nape of his neck, the same way it did when you were together… it all made your chest tighten. your stomach churned, but you forced yourself to breathe. you’d had enough time to move on… right?

“hey, are you okay?” your friend, lena, asked, her voice soft but concerned. you turned to her, attempting a smile that probably looked more like a grimace.

“yeah, just… fine,” you said, taking another sip of your drink to calm your nerves. it was easier to mask the hurt with alcohol than to confront it head-on.

lena didn’t look convinced but didn’t press the issue. instead, she followed your gaze to where quinn was standing. she raised an eyebrow. “you sure you’re okay with all this?”

you glanced back at her. “i’m fine,” you said a little too quickly, clinking your glass to emphasize the point. “really.”

but the moment you looked away from her, your eyes found quinn again. he was talking to someone, laughing at something they said, but the way he looked over at you for a brief second… it was almost like he knew you were still here—still staring at him like a love-struck idiot.

the ache in your chest grew, and without thinking, you downed the rest of your drink, already moving toward the kitchen to grab another. you needed something stronger. something to make you forget that quinn had once been the most important person in your life.

the night blurred into an assortment of faces, music, and chatter, but you hardly noticed any of it. your head felt heavy, your thoughts scrambled. you had been drinking for hours, and yet the thought of quinn never seemed to leave you. he had barely glanced at you since you arrived, and every time you caught him looking in your direction, he quickly turned away. but maybe that was for the best. after all, you were the one who had ended things. it was better this way, wasn’t it?

still, when you saw him laugh at something jack said, your heart squeezed again.

“you need to slow down,” lena told you, her voice gentle but firm. “you’re already looking a little tipsy.”

“i’m fine,” you muttered, not even bothering to explain that the alcohol wasn’t to get tipsy—it was to numb the sharp pain of seeing quinn, of remembering how he felt in your arms, how his voice had once been the only thing that could calm you.

you took another sip of your drink, your vision slightly blurred. it was then that you felt a hand on your arm. it wasn’t lena, though—it was quinn.

“hey,” he said softly, his voice warm. “are you okay?”

you froze for a moment, the alcohol making everything feel like a dream. his hand on your arm sent a jolt through you, but you quickly shook it off. no. don’t go there.

“i’m fine,” you said again, a little too sharply. “just—just trying to enjoy the party.”

quinn didn’t say anything at first. he watched you for a moment, his gaze lingering like he was trying to figure out something in your eyes. it made your skin tingle, but you refused to look back at him for too long.

“i think you’ve had enough to drink for tonight,” he said, his tone cautious, almost protective.

you wanted to argue, but the words came out wrong. “i-i’m not drunk,” you slurred, looking up at him, then stumbling slightly. the alcohol was starting to take over, and you were losing control of your words. “i just… miss you.”

you hadn’t meant to say it. but there it was, hanging in the air between you both, thick with longing. you quickly grabbed your drink again, hoping the distraction would somehow make everything disappear.

but before quinn could respond, someone bumped into you, knocking your drink out of your hand and spilling it all over your dress.

“oh my god! i’m so sorry!” the person stammered, backing away quickly.

your breath caught in your throat. the alcohol, the mess, the memories—all mixed together. you wanted to scream but couldn’t. instead, you blinked at the stain on your dress, feeling like it was the least of your problems.

and then, before you could even gather yourself, quinn was there, his hand on your elbow. “come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

he didn’t wait for an answer as he gently guided you upstairs, away from the noise and the people. his touch was careful, almost tender, and it made your pulse race, despite the drunken haze you were in.

he led you into one of the bathrooms, shutting the door behind you. “wait here,” he said, his voice soft and reassuring. “i’ll get you something to change into.”

you nodded, though it felt like a slow-motion blur. you couldn’t think straight anymore. quinn was here, and you hadn’t expected to be alone with him again—especially not like this.

when he came back, he had a shirt and sweatpants in hand, which he handed over to you. “i found these in jack’s closet. they should fit.”

you couldn’t help but chuckle. “jack’s clothes? really?” your voice wavered, but you managed a weak grin.

quinn smiled too, a slight curve to his lips. “i’m sure he won’t mind.” his eyes softened, the usual teasing glint replaced with something gentler. “i’ll, uh, give you a minute to change.”

you paused for a moment, then took a shaky breath. the room felt small, the tension thick between you two. “quinn,” you whispered, more to yourself than to him, but he still heard it.

quinn stepped closer, his presence so close now that you could feel the heat radiating from his body. “it’s okay,” he said, his hand brushing a strand of hair from your face. “you’re upset. let me help.”

you didn’t respond, only watched as quinn took the small step toward you. his eyes never left yours as his fingers gently pulled at the straps of your dress. it wasn’t just the alcohol making your heart race now. it was the tension between you two, thick and palpable, lingering in the air.

“quinn…” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, your breath hitching.

“shh,” he murmured, gently pulling the fabric down. “i’ve got you.”

you stood still, allowing him to help you out of your dress. his hands moved so carefully, like he was afraid to hurt you, but you could feel the weight of his touch—steady, sure. when the dress finally slipped off your body, you found yourself standing there in just your underwear, suddenly vulnerable.

quinn stepped back, but only a little, his eyes scanning you as if trying to make sure you were still okay. you wanted to say something, anything, to break the silence, but the tension was too thick. it felt like everything was building up to something. you could feel his gaze burning into you, and your pulse quickened.

“i’m sorry,” you whispered, feeling embarrassed. “i didn’t mean to make this… awkward.”

quinn’s eyes softened. “don’t apologize,” he said, stepping closer again. “you didn’t make it awkward. i just… i don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

but you couldn’t shake the way your body responded to him, the way your heart raced just from the proximity. there was something undeniable between you two, something that neither of you could escape.

quinn stood there, holding the towel out for you, his eyes watching you with a mixture of concern and something else—something softer, deeper. you cleaned yourself as best as you could, but the emotions brewing inside you couldn’t be wiped away so easily.

“quinn,” you started, your voice trembling. you didn’t know what you wanted to say, only that you couldn’t keep the weight of it inside anymore. his name lingered in the air, and he stilled, his hand hovering mid-air like he wasn’t sure if he should step closer or keep his distance.

“what is it?” he asked softly, his voice steady, patient.

you gripped the edge of the sink to steady yourself, staring at your reflection in the mirror. the tired eyes staring back at you weren’t just from the alcohol—they were from the months of restless nights, from trying and failing to move on. your throat tightened as the words bubbled up before you could stop them.

“i’m not okay,” you whispered, your voice breaking as the tears threatened to spill. “i keep telling myself i’m fine, that i can do this, but i’m not.”

quinn’s brows furrowed, his expression softening as he stepped closer. “hey, it’s okay—”

“no, it’s not,” you cut him off, finally turning to face him. the tears began to fall freely now, your chest heaving with the effort of holding everything in for so long. “it hasn’t been okay since we broke up. i thought ending things was the right thing to do, but it hasn’t made it hurt any less.”

his gaze searched yours, his own pain flickering in his expression. “you don’t have to do this right now,” he said gently, but his voice cracked slightly, betraying his own emotions.

“yes, i do,” you insisted, stepping toward him. “you don’t get it, quinn. i thought i could move on, but i see you, and it’s like every part of me remembers how much i… how much i still love you. and it’s killing me.”

your confession hung in the air like a fragile thread, one that could snap at any moment. you expected him to look away, to pull back, but instead, quinn’s shoulders sagged slightly, and his expression softened into something raw and unguarded.

“do you think it’s been any easier for me?” he asked, his voice low but steady. “you think i stopped caring about you just because we weren’t together anymore?”

you opened your mouth to respond, but the lump in your throat wouldn’t let the words escape.

“i didn’t want us to end,” he continued, his voice breaking now. “but i thought it’s what you needed. and i’ve been trying to respect that, even when it’s felt like… like i lost a part of myself when i lost you.”

the tears flowed freely now, and before you could second-guess yourself, you closed the distance between you, burying your face in his chest. he didn’t hesitate this time. his arms wrapped around you, holding you as if he could piece you back together.

“i’m so tired of pretending i’m okay,” you whispered into his shirt, your words muffled but clear enough. “i’m not okay without you.”

quinn rested his chin on the top of your head, his hand running soothing circles along your back. “you don’t have to pretend anymore,” he murmured.

for the first time in months, you let yourself cry freely in his arms, the weight of your grief and longing finally finding release. the warmth of his embrace steadied you, anchoring you to the moment. but the alcohol in your system, combined with the emotional exhaustion of the night, began to catch up with you.

your legs wobbled slightly, and quinn noticed immediately, tightening his hold on you to keep you upright. “hey,” he said softly, pulling back just enough to look down at you. his hand came up to gently brush a tear from your cheek. “you’re exhausted.”

you nodded weakly, barely able to keep your eyes open. the adrenaline from your confession had worn off, leaving you feeling drained. “i just… i think i need to lie down,” you murmured, your voice faint.

quinn’s gaze lingered on you, his concern deepening. “come on,” he said, his tone gentle but firm. “let’s get you to bed.”

he slipped an arm around your waist, guiding you out of the bathroom and down the quiet hallway. the muffled sounds of the party continued downstairs, but they felt distant now, like they belonged to another world. your focus was solely on quinn—on the steadiness of his hand on your back, the faint scent of his cologne, the way he slowed his steps to match yours as you stumbled slightly.

when you reached the guest bedroom, quinn pushed the door open with one hand, his other still steadying you. the room was dimly lit by the soft glow of a bedside lamp, the bed neatly made and inviting.

he helped you sit down on the edge of the mattress. “you’re going to feel better once you get some rest,” he said, his voice quiet but soothing.

you blinked down at him, your eyelids growing heavier by the second. “quinn…” you whispered, your words slurring slightly, “thank you.”

he glanced up at you, his expression softening. “you don’t have to thank me,” he replied, standing to pull the blankets back. “just lie down, okay?”

you nodded, allowing him to help you shift onto the bed. as soon as your head hit the pillow, the weight of the night pressed down on you, and your body sank into the mattress. but even as sleep threatened to pull you under, a lingering thought refused to let go.

“quinn,” you whispered, your voice barely audible, “stay.”

the words left your lips without thinking, a quiet plea, and in that moment, you felt vulnerable in a way you hadn’t in months. the silence that followed was thick, laden with something you couldn’t quite place.

quinn stood there, still by the bed, his posture stiff, almost hesitant. his eyes softened, but there was a brief flicker of uncertainty in them, as if he was weighing something in his mind.

you could hear his quiet breath, the faint sound of his pulse. he took a step back, looking down at his feet, like he wasn’t sure if he should cross the line, whatever that line was now. his gaze flickered to the door as though he might leave—he could leave. but then, his eyes shifted back to you, and something in him seemed to change.

“are you sure?” he asked, his voice low, almost tentative, but his gaze never leaving yours. “you don’t need to—”

“i do,” you interrupted softly, your voice barely a whisper. “i just… i don’t want to be alone.”

quinn’s chest rose and fell with a deep breath. he hesitated again, just for a moment. then, without another word, he kicked off his shoes, his expression unreadable but somehow gentle.

you watched him as he took a step toward the bed, slowly sitting beside you. the mattress dipped under his weight, the familiar sound of his movements making your heart skip in your chest. you didn’t know if it was the alcohol or just the need for his closeness, but everything about this moment felt different, like an unspoken promise hanging between you both.

quinn stretched out beside you, his arm reaching across to pull the blanket over the two of you. slowly, he gathered you close, his movements careful but instinctual. he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into the crook of his chest.

for a brief moment, you could feel his warmth—his heartbeat steady and strong beneath your ear. the scent of him, familiar and grounding, filled your senses. the tension that had lived in your chest for months, ever since the breakup, seemed to ease as he held you there.

you felt safe.

“i’m not going anywhere,” quinn whispered, his voice barely a breath against your ear. his hand gently brushed through your hair, the movement so soothing that you felt your body relax almost immediately.

for a while, there was silence, just the sound of his steady breathing and your own, the comforting rhythm of his presence.

you closed your eyes, the last bit of consciousness slipping away as the alcohol finally took full effect. you were drifting, falling into sleep, but not before you felt quinn tighten his hold just slightly—almost like he didn’t want to let go.

and in that moment, you believed him. he wasn’t leaving.

© amourquinn

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