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CURTIS BEING A PROUD DAD FOR HIS SON FIGHTING 😭😭

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he looks scrumdidlyumptious

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hello lovely🫶🏼 if ur requests are open and whenever you have time could you write something absolutely gut wrenchingly heartbreaking that ends with some fluff w Q and somehow add in the brothers being involved too? Like they are on your side or whatever! Just in an angst mood😮‍💨

This sucksssssss, I had this whole thing planned out and then forgot about it butttttttt ngl i kind of love it, it's just not as heart breaking as I wanted it. also i was gonna make quinn and jacl fight over her bc we love that but we also love soft boy jack whos just worried.

AND IDK HOW TO WRITE FLUFF? I MEAN I DO BUT I FOCUSED MORE ON THE HEARTBREAKING PART?? IS THIS EVEN SAD? IDK BUT I LISTENED TO TAYLOR WHILE WRITING IT

tw?// attempt to d&d??

also trevor zegras scares me

Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you watched Quinn on the other side of the fire, slow dancing with another girl.

You knew coming to this bonfire would be a bad idea, your friends were his friends first. Of course he'd be here.

Jack, in the chair right beside you leans over. "Don't even pay attention to him, Ash. He's a dick for bringing another girl, he knew you were coming." Your heart crumbles, he knew you were coming and still brought another girl.

"It's barely been two months, how could he have moved on that fast?" Luke, from the other side of you chuckles, causing both you and Jack to look over at him. "You think he's moved on? She's definitely a rebound, Ash. I mean, look at her."

You bring the drink in your hand up to your lips, taking another sip as you look back at Quinn. You've been watching him all night, hoping he'd come up to you. "Why is it so easy for him?" You mumble to yourself. Since your breakup, you've been a wreck. Life without Quinn wasn’t something you were used to, something you hated.

"I think I should go." Your legs feel like jello when you stand up and it takes you a moment to balance yourself.

Jack stands up beside you, grabbing your arm. "You can't drive Ash, you’re drunk." He tries to grab your keys from your hand but you pull away.

"I'm fine, Jack. I can't be here."

You start to walk to your car that's parked amongst all the other vehicles that have piled in over the last couple of hours. Your head is spinning and your thoughts are all over the place. Luke and Jack are calling your name from behind you, and a lot of heads are turning your way, but there's one thing only that's on your mind. Get away from Quinn, as far as possible.

When you reach your car and get the door open, Jack slams it shut. "I'm not letting you drive, Ash. You're drunk, and I can't drive you because I'm drunk. Just give it a few hours, will you?"

The tears that we're threatening to spill from your eyes finally fall.

"Listen, I know he's being a piece of shit right now, but it's not worth risking your life over."

"I already risked my life for him, Jack! I moved countries for him, and I quit my job, I left my friends. I left everything I knew and loved! And for what? For him to break my heart?"

Your back slides against the side of your car as you let your body fall to the ground. Sober you would be completely embarrassed with how you're acting, but with all the alcohol in your system you don't really care. Your face is buried into your hands as you cry your heart out, until you hear a voice. His voice.

"Ash? What's going on"

Quinn walks towards you with worry filled eyes, and he kneels down until the two of you are face to face. "Baby, what's wrong?" And with the use of the pet name that you had been so used to hearing, your heart aches.

"I want to go home." You cry out.

Quinn doesn’t hesitate, standing up and pulling you with him. He starts leading you to the passenger side of the car.

-

The car ride is quiet. The road ahead of you is long and dark, and you can't remember the last time you've seen another car.

Quinn starts messing with the radio, but club mixes and jazz aren't his vibe for tonight, so he settles with nothing.

"We weren’t supposed to end up like this." You mumble, mostly to yourself but it's loud enough for him to hear.

Quinn laughs, running his hand through his hair. "I didn’t have much of a choice, Ash."

You look at him, trying to decipher whether or not he's kidding. It's clear he isn’t.

"I'm not drunk enough for you to gaslight me into thinking I'm the reason we broke up."

"You’re kidding me, right? Ash, you're the one who left!"

Now it's your turn to laugh. "I didn’t just leave, Quinn. You pushed me away."

The car comes to a stop, the smell of burnt rubber fills your nose.

"I pushed you away? You left! I watched you leave! You took your fucking house key off the chain and dropped it on the table, and then you left!"

You feel like a small child with how Quinn is yelling in your face. You can't remember a time where he's ever been so angry with you.

In one swift move, you open the car door and get out. "I'm walking home!"

Quinn rolls the window down and begins shouting for you, but you’re already quite a distance away. He follows right beside you, begging for you to get back into the car.

"Baby, please get in the car."

You slow down, whipping your head to face him "Don’t you dare! Don't call me that."

At this point, Quinn puts the car in park and walks over to grab you.

You pull your arm out of his grasp and try to walk away, but he doesn’t let you.

"Stop being so stubborn, Ash! Just get in the damn car!."

With your back towards him, you let your shoulders drop. You can't fight back with out the fear of crying again, and you’re so tired of crying over him.

"Why didn’t you tell me that you love me?"

You finally ask the million dollar question and it takes both of you by surprise.

Quinn sighs, and even though you aren’t looking at him, you know that he's running his hand through his hair. His signature move that you know all too well.

"You didn’t give me time to think." He says, and you scoff. " You shouldn’t have needed time, Quinn. When you know, you know."

You can hear his footsteps approaching you until he's pressed up against your back.

"No, I didn’t need to know if I loved you or not. Fuck.

I just, I couldn’t just say 'I love you' back. You deserved more than that, and I just, God. I'm speechless here, Ash. Of course I loved you, I still love you. You think you're worth only three words? I think you’re worth everything and more. You wanted me to tell you that I love you yet you didn’t even give me a chance!"

Once again, you’re crying. Quinn takes this as his chance to come around you and pull you into a hug.

"I love you, okay? And I don't want to fight anymore so will you please get in the car?"

You look up at Quinn, nodding your head, ready to forget about tonight.

Quinn gently raises his hand up to your face, wiping away your stray tears.

"I love you Quinn, so much. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, baby. Lets get you home."

Quinn walks you back to your car, haphazardly parked on the side of the road. Once the two of you are in the car, Quinn in the driver seat, you in the passenger, he reaches his right hand across the center console and grabs your hand that's resting on your thigh.

You look over at him. His left hand is on the steering wheel and his eyes are focused on the road.

"Will you stay over? I don't think I can go another night without you."

Quinns eyes dart to you before settling back on the road, he brings your hand up to his lips and leaves a kiss.

"I'm all yours, baby."

IM SORRY I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO END THIS.

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something fluffy w/ dawson

maybe he loses a game & goes to her apartment after and he’s sad and so sweet & just wants to be comforted. he calls her baby a lot & asks to spend the night & idk

a/n: strayed just a little and turned into it something a little different but hope you like it!!

You didn’t let yourself fall too deep into this. If anything you reminded yourself constantly that what was going on between you and Dawson was simply just friends hooking up. Even if you felt like some of the things he did and said were borderline boyfriend territory. But boys were weird like that and you weren’t going to let yourself get delusional and get your hopes up.

Yet you had just spent your night on the couch watching his game and not too long after the game ended (and it didn’t end well) you had gotten a text asking if he could come over. Even though you didn’t want to get attached you weren’t going to tell him no especially when you knew he was having a rough night.

When the knock came on your door you went and opened it “Hey” he let out a small breath as soon as he saw you and before you could even return the hey his hands were on your face, pulling you in for a kiss. You reminded yourself this was why he came over, it’s not like he wanted to sit here and talk about his feelings. So you continued the kiss, pulling him into your place.

Somehow you both had ended up on the couch, you on his lap as his lips kept moving against yours. He pulled away slowly from you, his thumb brushing your cheek “I missed you tonight, baby.” The butterflies in your stomach bursted as he said this and there it was that small piece of hoping rising up. “I watched your game, sorry about how it ended.” You told him but instead of looking upset a small smile creeped onto his lips.

“You watched my game?” He asked and a small blush grew on your cheeks. “I usually watch them.” You admitted to him and it was like his smile couldn’t grow wider. “How about next time you come to the actual game?” That was definitely a normal friendly invite from him you reminded yourself. “You want me to go to your next game?”

“Yeah, the boys have been wanting to meet you too so it’ll be perfect. Plus of course I want my girl at my game.” You caught the nervous look that appeared on his face for only a few seconds before he quickly changed it back to normal. “Your girl?” You asked, a small smile playing on your lips. This time it was his turn to turn slightly pink.

“Uh yeah, if that’s okay. I know we haven’t really talked about what we were but I don’t know it kind of feels like we’re together..and I really like you and yeah I’m going to stop babbl—“ You didn’t let him finish his sentence before pressing your lips to his. Both of you stayed like that for a couple of minutes. This was happening for real and you weren’t overthinking everything that had happened since the night you two met.

Dawson slowly pulled away “Is it okay if I spend the night?” He asked and you didn’t even think twice about his question. “You don’t even have to ask that. You can spend as many nights here as you want.” With your words a smile grew on his lips as he returned right back to kissing you. Yeah, you were definitely enjoying the whole boyfriend thing.

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wrote a whole thing for a request i got but tumblr is being so weird and won’t let me edit it and i was so close to being finished with it 🧍‍♀️

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some one plz send dawson mercer fics my way if u know of any plz i’m desperate this is my cry for help

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not enough dawson mercer fics on here

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HI FRIENDS ILL BE OFF THE NEXT THREE DAYS WHOS READY FOR UPDATES

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Come over

Summary: I'm setting off. But not without my muse

Pairing: Quinn Hughes x fem reader

Note: IM sorry guys this one is actually so long so I cut it in half so the next part Ill post tomorrow & its gonna kill you

It's been three days since you've last seen Quinn. 72 hours since the two of you shared a kiss. 259,200 seconds of you replaying that moment in your head, over and over again.

Quinn had already left for his away game, and not seeing him in person again after he single handedly took your breath away was driving you crazy.

You sit on your couch, having yet another lazy day after opting out of going into your office today. Your mind is too much in a daze to deal with annoying coworkers who are a little too interested in your friendship with the famous hockey player. With your computer in your lap, you try and focus on an email from your boss that has gone unread for the last four days, and as soon as you start reading the first line, your phone starts to ring.

Quinns name flashes on the screen and you don't hesitate to toss your computer to the side and answer your FaceTime call. He flashes a smile as soon as the call connects. It's dim where he is, and you soon realize that he's on the bus. His under eyes are dark, and his beard is a little more scruffy than usual, but that doesn't stop you from thinking he's still the most handsome man you've ever laid eyes on .

"Shouldn’t you be getting some sleep?" You ask Quinn, raising your eyebrow at him. It's a mom kind of question, one that you know Ellen would ask if she had seen him awake this late at night after he had played, and won a game.

"Couldn’t sleep," He tells you, and you know it's a lie. His poker face never worked on you. You roll your eyes at him letting him continue. "I actually wanted to ask you something."

Your heart does a backflip, which seems like the only thing it's been doing lately.

"Go for it." You tell him.

Before Quinn responds, you watch as he pulls his headphones off and look off in the distance. He's talking to someone on the other side of the phone, so you take another moment to admire him. The way he listens intently to whoever it is he's talking to you, how his eyes don't look away until he's finished talking.

He makes it easy for you to remember all the reasons you fell in love with him.

"What are you doing right now?" He asks once his attention is back on you. You let out a laugh, pulling your phone closer to your face. "I'm waiting for that question you wanted to ask me." You say in a 'duh' tone.

Quinn laughs, following your own actions and pulling his phone closer to his face. You can't help but stare at his lips, reminiscing how they felt against your own.

"Oh yeah, I'm flying you out to Jersey. To watch me and my brothers play. Well," He pauses, "Just Luke actually, Jack's out with an injury, but mom and Luke would love for you to be there."

"That wasn't a question, Quinn. And what about Jim?" You tease, and Quinn smiles again. "Jim is Jim. So, you'll be there?"

You shrug your shoulders, looking over at your computer that still has the email from your boss on the screen.

"I already bought the flight and the hotel, and it's" Another pause, "10:45 right now. Your flight is tomorrow at 9 in the morning, and you'll get to Jersey some time in the evening. I have a driver picking you up." A final pause, Quinn catches his breath. "It's all taken care of." He says softly.

It's times like this, where you remember Quinn has money. Where he's willing to spend a lot of money for you to be anywhere with him, but with the sweet gesture comes curiosity and you can't help but wonder if he's done things like this for her.

A part of you wants to tell him no. You have your own life in Vancouver. Your job, half-assed plans that you'd already made with your friends, you can't always drop everything for Quinn. But he knows you better than he knows hockey. He knows you'll be there.

"I guess I should start packing then, yeah?" His smile grows wider, "Will you text me when you're boarding?" He asks, and you nod your head 'yes'

The both of you stare at each other through your screens. Silently admiring each other. Secretly acknowledging how easy it is for you two to be together.

Once you hang up, you immediately run to your closet. Most of the items hanging up are Quinns. Hoodies, t-shirts, old jersey and even a couple of suits that he's left after late nights and early mornings. "What's mine is his" You think to yourself. You start throwing in a mix of yours and his clothes.

New Jersey is a cold state, something you'd learned the hard way after a failed trip a few years ago. You'd insisted that you didn't need to bring a winter coat on your trip because you already live in a cold climate, you were used to the cold. Quinn reminded you how you were always cold, and that you'd definitely needed to bring your coat, but like a stubborn child, you'd ignored him. "I'll be fine," You had told him, and instead of arguing, he let you figure it out on your own.

You stare at the winter coat hanging up. The winter coat Quinn had ended up buying you because he had gotten tired of you stealing his.

And it's almost like he's listening to your thoughts, sharing your memory even though he's thousands of miles away, because once your phone dings and you look down at your home screen, you see Quinn has reminded you to make sure to bring your winter coat.

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i have two drafts right now and i love both of them and want to post both of them but one would be so long and sweet and the other would be short and heartbreaking and it’s JANUARY the month of sadness if the canucks win tonight i’m posting the sad one because that’s enough happy

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HELLO LOVELY! I adore you and your writing!!! I’m hooked and your Quinn fic rn ?? SO GOOD.

also I just saw your music post and some of my obsession songs right now that I can’t turn off are

• To Die for - Sam Smith

• Call It Love - Picture This

• Just A Little While - The 502s

• Quite literally anything by Mumford & Sons or The Neighborhood right now ( pretty much everyday actually) + Noah Kahan!

I hope you like some of them!! Let me know what you think!! So much love and well wishes sent your way!! 🫶🏼

THANK YOUUU 🫶🫶🫶 believe it or not but this quinn fic idea came from a dream i had a few nights ago 🥲 listening to the songs rn though!!

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hey guys my little stories ive put out are straight off the dome. music helps me write so if u have song recs lmkkkk

i wanna make a playlist of the songs that inspired me to write the two i have out so far :P

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next part will probably be out late tomorrow!

fear and fridays

Summary: simple complication, miscommunications lead to fallout

pairing: quinn hughes x fem reader

notes: everyone thank taylor swift and zach bryan for this one

You pace back and forth in your living room. Quinn said he wanted to stop by after his game so naturally, you turned your television on and watched from the beginning to the end. The Canucks won, which didn't come as a surprise to you. Captain Quinn Hughes always led his team to victory.

Even though he has a key to your apartment, Quinn knocks, waiting for you to let him in. You come to a halt, feet glued to the floor and fingers trembling. You know why you're so nervous. You haven't seen Quinn since you admitted your feelings to him. His words were on repeat in your head, like a broken record. "If I ever get married to a girl that's not you, I'd pray to God that you'd stand up and object."

Another knock on the door brings you back to reality and you begin to make your way to the slab of wood thats keeping the two of you apart.

There's a smirk on his face when you swing the door open, and he lifts up a brown paper bag with grease staining the bottom, you're worried that whatever is inside will tear apart in a matter of seconds. "I bought some burgers, thought we might treat ourselves to a night in." Your heart does a flip and you shoot him a smile while moving to the side to let him enter. It isn't unusual for Quinn to stop by with dinner after a home game, especially after they win, but you aren't sure how to feel about how normal he's being.

You follow Quinn to your kitchen, taking a seat on the barstool at the counter. He starts with grabbing plates, heading toward the dishwasher instead of a cupboard because he knows that you hate putting dishes away. Then he heads toward your fridge and pulls out two beers, and they aren't your favourite but you make sure to keep them in stock because they're his favourite.

The two of you sit in silence, enjoying your burgers and beer. Wind crashes against your living room window, and everything is taking you back to that night, which feels like forever ago. You haven't talked about it, trying your best to push it to the back of your mind, but still those words are on repeat.

Quinn laughs, causing you to look up from your burger and at him instead. "Jack and Luke said you're lame for not answering their texts." You shake your head, pulling Quinns phone out of his hand. You open up the camera and sport a pouty face before clicking the button to capture the photo and send it to the Hughes brothers group chat. "Thats only because half of the time I never know what the hell they're talking about. And, they keep harassing me, asking if I'll go to the lake house this summer."

You start to hand Quinn his phone but freeze once his phone starts to ring. Its her.

His eyes are already on yours when you look up at him, the both of you unsure of what to do. It's not like you guys are sneaking around, but everything is different now, and you're wondering if she even knows that her boyfriends best friend is in love with him.

In a swift movement, Quinn grabs the phone from your hand and slides it into the pocket of his shorts. "I'll give her a call later." He mumbles. "Anyway, back to the rug rats, you should come to the lake house this summer." He changes the topic and it makes your heart drop. You begin to wonder if you're becoming his secret.

"I don't know, Quinn. I'm not sure I'd want to third wheel, and as much as I love your brothers, I don't think I can survive spending all my time with them." You both know that's a lie. Jack was your friend first, but the moment you two started to drift due to busy schedules, Quinn swooped in. "Why would you third wheel?" He asks as he begins to clear the countertop from your plates and now empty beer bottles.

You frown at him even though his back is facing you. "Well, I assumed you'd be bringing..." You pauses, afraid to say her name out loud. "I assume you'd bring your girlfriend along." Quinn scoffs, "Please, Trevor would be all over her. I wouldn't do that to her." It's a lousy excuse, you know that, but you still want to push it. "So you'll let me tag along and fall victim to Trevor Zegras?"

The two of you laugh at the same time. You like Trevor, but he's like an energetic puppy that doesn't understand basic commands like "Shush" and "No"

"No, no definitely not." Quinn turns around, leaning on the counter behind him and crossing his arms over his chest. He's wearing a tight black underarmour t-shirt and you can't help but let your eyes roam his arms. You usually aren't attracted to guys with muscle, but Quinn pulls it off so well. "Trev knows you're off limits." He tells you.

Your eyes shoot up to his, and you're sure that this time, he's looking at you the same way you look at him. Quinn Hughes is in love, and it's not with his girlfriend.

"Yeah? I'm not so sure 'off limits' means much to anyone anymore."

Quinn smiles at you, running a hand through his hair, and you smile back because you know the ball is in his court.

"I should probably get going, Nat. Early practice tomorrow, Captain needs his sleep."

You desperately want to tell him that he can spend the night, like he usually does. Half of your closet is filled with his clothes anyway, but instead you hop off your stool and walk him to the door.

"Thank you for the treat," You tell him, and there's still that damn smile on his face that is driving you insane, because you made him smile like that, and you know what it means, but the two of you won't say anything more. You open the door for Quinn, but before he steps out, he grabs your hand, pulling you close to him.

He places his hands on your cheeks, and before you can react, he kisses you. One, two, three times.

Neither of you say anything before he starts to walk away, leaving you in your doorway, swooning and dumbfounded.

You shut your door, knowing what you should do next. It's like deja-vu, the way your fingers are trembling once again. You pull your own phone out of your pocket and open up your messages. Jacks contact is first, a text he sent a few hours ago, staring right at you. Your fingers are on a mission to send a simple text.

ill see you at the lake house

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PART 2 UP

bad sacrifices

Summary: you love your best friend who loves someone else

pairing: quinn hughes x fem reader

You and Quinn stare out your window from your fourth floor walk up. Strangers in the streets, out and about enjoying the night life, wrapped up in winter coats and knit scarves.

"I bet they're cold." You laugh gently, sloshing around red wine in your coffee mug. The weather forecast told you there was an 80 percent chance of rain and heavy winds. You and Quinn made plans to go out, but he knew how much you hated driving in the rain, so he asked for a night in instead.

Quinn gets up from the window first, making his way over to the kitchen to pour himself a new mug of wine. "Typical Canadiens," He says, "I think this makes you some type of outcast, Nat." His back is facing you, but you know there's a smile plastered on his face. Is he really your best friend if he isn't giving you a hard time?

You follow Quinn to the kitchen, pulling yourself onto the counter to be near him again.

"Outcasts are cooler any way, Quintin. I know you know that."

You watch Quinn as he laughs. A stray piece of hair falls over his face and his free hand reaches up to push it away.

You loved this side of Quinn. The side where he isn't too busy worrying about his team. Where he can relax and be himself, because you won't ask him to be anything he's not. Just Quinn Hughes.

You watch Quinn carefully. Sometimes afraid to blink, afraid that the second your eyes close, the boy in front of you will vanish.

"Can I be honest with you?" You ask Quinn, regaining his attention. His eyes meet yours, and you're almost positive he's looking at you the same way you look at him. "Always," Quinn says, his voice barely above a whisper.

You let your eyes drop from his, afraid of what you're about to say next. And if it weren't for the alcohol coursing through your veins, you'd never have the courage to say this.

"I wish you loved me the way you love her."

His eyes are still on you, you don't need to look back at him to know.

There's silence, but the air isn't thick with tension. No sorrowful sighs or rushing out the front door.

"You wanna go for a walk?" He asks you, and you say yes because you can never imagine a life where Quinn isn't right there by your side.

Now you two are the strangers in the street. Wrapped up in coats and scarves. Quinn wears a cap on his head, in hopes that nobody will recognize him.

You're hanging onto his arm, which isn't unusual for the two of you.

The two of you haven't said a word since leaving your apartment, but you were comfortable.

There's a gelato shop ahead of you and you pull Quinn inside because you can't keep on pretending that you aren't freezing, and because you want a reason to talk. You want to hear his thoughts.

You both get the same flavour. Salted caramel.

"You want to try mine?" Quinn asks you, breaking the silence. You laugh and open your mouth so he can shovel a small spoon full on gelato in your mouth.

"Very good, Quinn." You tell him, and he laughs with you over nothing because it wasn't really that funny, but it's Quinn, and when you're with him you can't not laugh.

Across from you is Quinn, who isn't saying anything at all, but you can tell that his mind is scattered all over the place. For a moment, you think you broke him.

"I'm not a cheater, Nat." He tells you, and then he closes runs a hand over his face, almost regretting what he just said. You don't react because you don't really know what to say.

Quinn stands up, sticking his hand out for you to grab. "Lets head back, yeah?" You nod your head, reaching out for his hand.

There are less people outside now, the weather dropped significantly since you stepped into the gelato shop, but you're grateful because you are in love. And you feel like your love is taking up so much space in your body to the point where it's seeping out of you and there isn't enough space on the sidewalk for anyone else except for you and Quinn.

You reach your apartment in no time, hand still holding Quinns. Your face is turning red from the cold but you don't care because he is right there next to you, and you would sacrifice warmth and everything more for Quinn.

"I'm not a cheater, Nat" Quinn repeats, and it makes you feel like he's trying to convince himself. He lets go of your hand and folds his own together to brace the back of his head. "I'm not asking you to cheat, Quinn." You whisper, and you're not sure if thats true.

"I love her, Nat. I really do love her," He looks at you and once he sees that you aren't looking at him he drops his head. Eyes glued to his feet. "I wish, God. Why didn't you tell me this sooner?"

"It's not like I planned this out Quinn. You made me fall in love with you."

In a split second Quinn has a hand on your chin, pulling your face close to his. Your eyes are closed but you can feel how close are lips are to his. You want to kiss him, you want to be able to forget about the world around you, and just as you're about to lean in to close the space between you, you pull away.

"You have a girlfriend Quinn, that you love. We can't"

Quinn laughs and takes a step back. You aren't sure whats happening right now, actions speak louder than words and he told you everything you need to know.

You start to head up the stairs to your apartment. Quinn stays on the sidewalk, and you both know that it's for the best.

"Nat?" He calls out for you. You stop and turn around, but you don't walk back down the stairs, afraid that if you're too close to him you might not be able to control yourself. "If I ever get married to a girl that's not you, I'd pray to God that you'd stand up and object."

Your eyebrows furrow together, unsure of what that's supposed to mean.

"That's how I feel about you."

You smile at Quinn, setting your hand on the doorknob of your apartment complex. "Goodnight, Quinn."

You leave him in the cold, because he has a girlfriend, and you love him, and you'd sacrifice your own love if it meant Quinn was happy.

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fear and fridays

Summary: simple complication, miscommunications lead to fallout

pairing: quinn hughes x fem reader

notes: everyone thank taylor swift and zach bryan for this one

You pace back and forth in your living room. Quinn said he wanted to stop by after his game so naturally, you turned your television on and watched from the beginning to the end. The Canucks won, which didn't come as a surprise to you. Captain Quinn Hughes always led his team to victory.

Even though he has a key to your apartment, Quinn knocks, waiting for you to let him in. You come to a halt, feet glued to the floor and fingers trembling. You know why you're so nervous. You haven't seen Quinn since you admitted your feelings to him. His words were on repeat in your head, like a broken record. "If I ever get married to a girl that's not you, I'd pray to God that you'd stand up and object."

Another knock on the door brings you back to reality and you begin to make your way to the slab of wood thats keeping the two of you apart.

There's a smirk on his face when you swing the door open, and he lifts up a brown paper bag with grease staining the bottom, you're worried that whatever is inside will tear apart in a matter of seconds. "I bought some burgers, thought we might treat ourselves to a night in." Your heart does a flip and you shoot him a smile while moving to the side to let him enter. It isn't unusual for Quinn to stop by with dinner after a home game, especially after they win, but you aren't sure how to feel about how normal he's being.

You follow Quinn to your kitchen, taking a seat on the barstool at the counter. He starts with grabbing plates, heading toward the dishwasher instead of a cupboard because he knows that you hate putting dishes away. Then he heads toward your fridge and pulls out two beers, and they aren't your favourite but you make sure to keep them in stock because they're his favourite.

The two of you sit in silence, enjoying your burgers and beer. Wind crashes against your living room window, and everything is taking you back to that night, which feels like forever ago. You haven't talked about it, trying your best to push it to the back of your mind, but still those words are on repeat.

Quinn laughs, causing you to look up from your burger and at him instead. "Jack and Luke said you're lame for not answering their texts." You shake your head, pulling Quinns phone out of his hand. You open up the camera and sport a pouty face before clicking the button to capture the photo and send it to the Hughes brothers group chat. "Thats only because half of the time I never know what the hell they're talking about. And, they keep harassing me, asking if I'll go to the lake house this summer."

You start to hand Quinn his phone but freeze once his phone starts to ring. Its her.

His eyes are already on yours when you look up at him, the both of you unsure of what to do. It's not like you guys are sneaking around, but everything is different now, and you're wondering if she even knows that her boyfriends best friend is in love with him.

In a swift movement, Quinn grabs the phone from your hand and slides it into the pocket of his shorts. "I'll give her a call later." He mumbles. "Anyway, back to the rug rats, you should come to the lake house this summer." He changes the topic and it makes your heart drop. You begin to wonder if you're becoming his secret.

"I don't know, Quinn. I'm not sure I'd want to third wheel, and as much as I love your brothers, I don't think I can survive spending all my time with them." You both know that's a lie. Jack was your friend first, but the moment you two started to drift due to busy schedules, Quinn swooped in. "Why would you third wheel?" He asks as he begins to clear the countertop from your plates and now empty beer bottles.

You frown at him even though his back is facing you. "Well, I assumed you'd be bringing..." You pauses, afraid to say her name out loud. "I assume you'd bring your girlfriend along." Quinn scoffs, "Please, Trevor would be all over her. I wouldn't do that to her." It's a lousy excuse, you know that, but you still want to push it. "So you'll let me tag along and fall victim to Trevor Zegras?"

The two of you laugh at the same time. You like Trevor, but he's like an energetic puppy that doesn't understand basic commands like "Shush" and "No"

"No, no definitely not." Quinn turns around, leaning on the counter behind him and crossing his arms over his chest. He's wearing a tight black underarmour t-shirt and you can't help but let your eyes roam his arms. You usually aren't attracted to guys with muscle, but Quinn pulls it off so well. "Trev knows you're off limits." He tells you.

Your eyes shoot up to his, and you're sure that this time, he's looking at you the same way you look at him. Quinn Hughes is in love, and it's not with his girlfriend.

"Yeah? I'm not so sure 'off limits' means much to anyone anymore."

Quinn smiles at you, running a hand through his hair, and you smile back because you know the ball is in his court.

"I should probably get going, Nat. Early practice tomorrow, Captain needs his sleep."

You desperately want to tell him that he can spend the night, like he usually does. Half of your closet is filled with his clothes anyway, but instead you hop off your stool and walk him to the door.

"Thank you for the treat," You tell him, and there's still that damn smile on his face that is driving you insane, because you made him smile like that, and you know what it means, but the two of you won't say anything more. You open the door for Quinn, but before he steps out, he grabs your hand, pulling you close to him.

He places his hands on your cheeks, and before you can react, he kisses you. One, two, three times.

Neither of you say anything before he starts to walk away, leaving you in your doorway, swooning and dumbfounded.

You shut your door, knowing what you should do next. It's like deja-vu, the way your fingers are trembling once again. You pull your own phone out of your pocket and open up your messages. Jacks contact is first, a text he sent a few hours ago, staring right at you. Your fingers are on a mission to send a simple text.

ill see you at the lake house

[hughesurdaddy43]

going so crazy over this i love him so bad

[hughesurdaddy43]

bad sacrifices

Summary: you love your best friend who loves someone else

pairing: quinn hughes x fem reader

You and Quinn stare out your window from your fourth floor walk up. Strangers in the streets, out and about enjoying the night life, wrapped up in winter coats and knit scarves.

"I bet they're cold." You laugh gently, sloshing around red wine in your coffee mug. The weather forecast told you there was an 80 percent chance of rain and heavy winds. You and Quinn made plans to go out, but he knew how much you hated driving in the rain, so he asked for a night in instead.

Quinn gets up from the window first, making his way over to the kitchen to pour himself a new mug of wine. "Typical Canadiens," He says, "I think this makes you some type of outcast, Nat." His back is facing you, but you know there's a smile plastered on his face. Is he really your best friend if he isn't giving you a hard time?

You follow Quinn to the kitchen, pulling yourself onto the counter to be near him again.

"Outcasts are cooler any way, Quintin. I know you know that."

You watch Quinn as he laughs. A stray piece of hair falls over his face and his free hand reaches up to push it away.

You loved this side of Quinn. The side where he isn't too busy worrying about his team. Where he can relax and be himself, because you won't ask him to be anything he's not. Just Quinn Hughes.

You watch Quinn carefully. Sometimes afraid to blink, afraid that the second your eyes close, the boy in front of you will vanish.

"Can I be honest with you?" You ask Quinn, regaining his attention. His eyes meet yours, and you're almost positive he's looking at you the same way you look at him. "Always," Quinn says, his voice barely above a whisper.

You let your eyes drop from his, afraid of what you're about to say next. And if it weren't for the alcohol coursing through your veins, you'd never have the courage to say this.

"I wish you loved me the way you love her."

His eyes are still on you, you don't need to look back at him to know.

There's silence, but the air isn't thick with tension. No sorrowful sighs or rushing out the front door.

"You wanna go for a walk?" He asks you, and you say yes because you can never imagine a life where Quinn isn't right there by your side.

Now you two are the strangers in the street. Wrapped up in coats and scarves. Quinn wears a cap on his head, in hopes that nobody will recognize him.

You're hanging onto his arm, which isn't unusual for the two of you.

The two of you haven't said a word since leaving your apartment, but you were comfortable.

There's a gelato shop ahead of you and you pull Quinn inside because you can't keep on pretending that you aren't freezing, and because you want a reason to talk. You want to hear his thoughts.

You both get the same flavour. Salted caramel.

"You want to try mine?" Quinn asks you, breaking the silence. You laugh and open your mouth so he can shovel a small spoon full on gelato in your mouth.

"Very good, Quinn." You tell him, and he laughs with you over nothing because it wasn't really that funny, but it's Quinn, and when you're with him you can't not laugh.

Across from you is Quinn, who isn't saying anything at all, but you can tell that his mind is scattered all over the place. For a moment, you think you broke him.

"I'm not a cheater, Nat." He tells you, and then he closes runs a hand over his face, almost regretting what he just said. You don't react because you don't really know what to say.

Quinn stands up, sticking his hand out for you to grab. "Lets head back, yeah?" You nod your head, reaching out for his hand.

There are less people outside now, the weather dropped significantly since you stepped into the gelato shop, but you're grateful because you are in love. And you feel like your love is taking up so much space in your body to the point where it's seeping out of you and there isn't enough space on the sidewalk for anyone else except for you and Quinn.

You reach your apartment in no time, hand still holding Quinns. Your face is turning red from the cold but you don't care because he is right there next to you, and you would sacrifice warmth and everything more for Quinn.

"I'm not a cheater, Nat" Quinn repeats, and it makes you feel like he's trying to convince himself. He lets go of your hand and folds his own together to brace the back of his head. "I'm not asking you to cheat, Quinn." You whisper, and you're not sure if thats true.

"I love her, Nat. I really do love her," He looks at you and once he sees that you aren't looking at him he drops his head. Eyes glued to his feet. "I wish, God. Why didn't you tell me this sooner?"

"It's not like I planned this out Quinn. You made me fall in love with you."

In a split second Quinn has a hand on your chin, pulling your face close to his. Your eyes are closed but you can feel how close are lips are to his. You want to kiss him, you want to be able to forget about the world around you, and just as you're about to lean in to close the space between you, you pull away.

"You have a girlfriend Quinn, that you love. We can't"

Quinn laughs and takes a step back. You aren't sure whats happening right now, actions speak louder than words and he told you everything you need to know.

You start to head up the stairs to your apartment. Quinn stays on the sidewalk, and you both know that it's for the best.

"Nat?" He calls out for you. You stop and turn around, but you don't walk back down the stairs, afraid that if you're too close to him you might not be able to control yourself. "If I ever get married to a girl that's not you, I'd pray to God that you'd stand up and object."

Your eyebrows furrow together, unsure of what that's supposed to mean.

"That's how I feel about you."

You smile at Quinn, setting your hand on the doorknob of your apartment complex. "Goodnight, Quinn."

You leave him in the cold, because he has a girlfriend, and you love him, and you'd sacrifice your own love if it meant Quinn was happy.