#and hi yes quinn I know this is your second of two asks (THANK YOU FOR THESE BTW Oh my god what a treat to read)

[g0nta-g0kuhara]

and oh my god i can't imagine the way gonta feels in the post trial thing when everyone is just pissed at kokichi and insisting he tricked gonta and stuff..... like he begs them to stop blaming kokichi already and keeps insisting he's guilty, he did it, he's a murderer, and they like won't listen!! of course in any other situation it would be like "aw they're sticking up for him they care" and they Do care but it must hurt gonta so much, even more than he already is, for them to like. insist he didn't do anything wrong when he Did. he feels awful about himself at this part and calls himself stupid because all he did was make everyone suffer more and here they are insisting he was just tricked............. it reminds me of kaede in ch1 being like "you should be disgusted by me and what i did" like gonta deserves kindness because the killing game fucking sucks but also none of them treat him with enough agency to have done anything wrong ITS SO TRAGIC RIPS A PIECE OF PAPER IN HALF AUGH

Quinn YOU GET IT!! I think in postgame, a lot the rest of the cast would do the exact same thing and try to fully absolve Gonta of what he did, and while it's a kindness, I think it would leave him feeling empty and more upset than before. He doesn't know what he wants, because fully facing and accepting what he did hurts too and everything is so difficult, but everyone trying to let it go completely still feels wrong.

Gonta already has such a low opinion of himself and his capabilities that he's likely to blame this weird feeling on himself rather than on how the others interact with him.

...And not to push my Kaigonta agenda (and also the amazing postgame fic Tox wrote me for my birthday) but I think Kaito- another person who killed for the sake of ending the killing game with full knowledge of what that meant, another person who was in a horrible headspace when he made the decision, another person who might be treated by many of the others like he did absolutely nothing wrong- would get it. Kaito pulling Gonta into a hug, doing the usual encouragement, but at some point he gets quiet and serious and turns to him, his face strangely neutral, and says "Gonta, I'm a killer too." (FULLY taking that from tox's fic, ITS REALLY GOOD.)

Of course I think the others can grow to respect Gonta more, like how Shuichi does in Gonta's FTEs, but they will probably need to shift their perspectives of him first before the patronizing behaviour can change

[43qh]

Words You Never Said (M)

genre: angst, smut, fluff

word count: 1.7k

warnings: unprotected sex, quinn struggling with words, very soft

quinn hughes x fem!reader

summary: you were poise, quiet. something quinn admired about you. you had a gentle aura that made everyone in the room become soft the second you walked in.

docile.

if quinn could describe you in one word, it would be delicate. he saw you as a gentle sunshine that would shine through any situation. you were a peacemaker.

how could he have been so blind?

you smile with grace, making his stomach churn, "good morning, quinn."

quinn loved the soft rasp that came with your morning greetings. being the love of his life, he noticed things about you that you probably didn't know yourself. like the way you would blow on his hot coffee before handing it to him with a quiet smile. or the way you would check for eggshells before handing him his daily breakfast. or the way you always made sure to kiss his cheek before he dove right into the food made from love.

he admired how lovely you looked even when you would let out a small yawn from waking up so early to pamper him. he would always insist that you didn't have to do these things for him. and it would just end with a soft kiss to his lips as you said how much you love caring for him.

he should have said more how much he appreciated the small details of your mornings.

dialogue was typically short between the two of you. it wasn't a boisterous relationship, but nor was it really boring. it was more established than anything. and it gave him peace of mind.

when he'd come home from practice, you would calmly run him a bath for him to relax. you would always have a different candle lit, the water a perfect temperature. he really knew he was the luckiest person in the world.

why didn't he say it sooner?

you sighed, your eyes staring into the dark coffee staring back at you. it was just like every other day. few words spoken, gentle gestures you weren't sure he noticed. you felt more like a roommate than anything else, and you weren't sure what to make of it. you still slept next to him, kissed him, loved him. but lines weren't ever quite crossed in the relationship. it wasn't boring, you knew quinn liked the quiet life. and it didn't bother you.

but you just wondered why he never said anything about the things you did for him. there would be the occasional thank you before rushing out the door for a game, but it was fast and out of courtesy, not out of love.

quinn didn't think of it that way, and you had never mentioned the way you felt.

quinn knew you were sensitive, but wasn't sure how to address things around you.

when you slowly stopped doing the little things that made his stomach flip, he began to become worried.

"sunshine?" the nickname rolls off his tongue fluidly, and it catches you off guard. it's been too long since you've heard it, making your heart race.

"yes?" you look away from the dishes, turning face to face to your boyfriend of two years. his eyebrows were furrowed, eyes scanning you. you licked your lips, adverting your gaze under his intense one.

"i'm sorry," he declares. he doesn't let you ask questions before he continues, "i should have said more. i should have told you how much i enjoy our breakfast routine. i should have said how much your smile means to me. i should have told you that coming home to you, is the best part of my day, even when i lose a game. i should have called you for longer when i was gone on the road. i should have-"

you kiss him.

and he's shocked, but he quickly returns the kiss with a gentle feeling. and it was like living on cloud nine when you kissed him. his arms circling around you perfectly like you were fit to live in his arms forever. and he could taste the sunshine on your lips, the softness he adored so much.

"thank you," you said breathlessly, staring at him with glossy eyes. "i wasn't sure you noticed."

"of course i did," he tugs at the hem of your white shirt with nervous hands, "they were just words i never said. words i should have said."

you reach to run your hands through his hair, locks tangling between your fingers as you stare at him with love. he could fall straight to his knees with that look; he's sure anyone would. it was like staring into the place you know will always look like home, even from afar.

quinn quickly captures you in for another kiss, this one a bit more rushed. he was nervous. he had never really kissed you with such fervor before, but from the small whimper you let out between breaths, he couldn't stop even if he wanted to. it was bliss.

your hands were searching for places to ground yourself on him, while his easily rested on your hips. he loved your reaction when you lifted your shirt up so he could feel your bare skin. the goosebumps rose across your delicate skin, breaking away from the kiss to catch your breath. he was quick to trail his kisses down your jaw, neck, collarbone. you clutch onto his own shirt, your legs wanting to give out already.

quinn hums, "i should show you how much i appreciate you."

you stare with lidded eyes, still innocent and driving him up the wall. you didn't need to say anything, the soft tug at his shirt was enough for him to lift you on the kitchen counter. you've never had sex outside the bedroom before, and your body heated up at the thought of getting fucked on the counter.

quinn tilts his head with a little smirk gracing his lovely features, "i can feel your body warming up under my hands."

you felt a pit in your stomach, "t-this isn't the bedroom."

quinn laughed lowly, "i know, sweetheart. but i just can't wait to show you how much i appreciate my pretty girl."

pretty girl. his pretty girl.

you gasp as he reaches for the hem of your shirt, raising it up and tossing it aside on the floor. he curses under his breath at the sight of your bare breasts, nipples hard and begging to be touched. he doesn't waste time, wrapping his mouth around one while he gropes the other. your gasp and moans ringing in his ears. it was a heavenly sound that he could listen to forever.

when you tugged ever-so-lightly on his hair, he groans at the feeling. you were so soft. so gentle. it drove him crazy. only he could break you apart like this. only him.

he pulls back, looking at your disheveled look, "so fucking pretty. so gorgeous." he kisses you, filling you with need.

you scoot closer to him, pressing your chest against him and feeling the prominent bulge he displays now. you whine into the kiss, and he chuckles, breaking apart from you again while look at him with puppy eyes.

"gonna give you what you want, yeah?"

you nod eagerly, looking down as he takes off your tiny shorts and panties, following suit with his own clothes. you admire him, all while he admires you. he could say how lucky he is to have you like a gospel. like it was the only thing he ever wanted to brag about for the rest of his life.

"quinn," your voice interrupts his thoughts, feeling your legs trying to pull him closer to you, "please?"

he shakes his head, chuckling like he was out of breath, "sorry, you're just so breathtaking. can't wait to ravish you."

before you could say anything, he was already rubbing his tip along your clit, spreading your arousal all over his cock, groaning in the process. he wondered what made you so wet so quickly, but he didn't find the need to ask.

"need you inside me, please." you lean your head on his shoulder, and he could feel the heat conspiring off you.

he nods swiftly before finally giving into temptations and sliding right into your slick, tight heat. his own head falls onto your shoulder, groaning loudly at the feeling of your pussy squeezing so tightly around him.

"shit, feels so good." he praises, making your walls sputter, causing him to move.

the moans and whimpers that follow after could have sent him to heaven, he swears. your delicate hands clutching onto him for dear life, like he hasn't fucked you a thousand times already. it was such a blissful feeling. filling you up and pumping into you with a certain need he had never felt before.

"so tight, so warm," he gasps breathlessly, listening to the way your whines hitch, "could fuck you forever, baby."

"wouldn't complain," you quickly reply. he smiles to himself, pressing kisses along your shoulder and lightly biting to tease you. his cock was so deep, bringing you closer and closer to the edge with each thrust of his hips. you felt needy, desperate even. you could feel every vein, every throb, every thrust. it was almost lethal how good it felt.

he picked up his pace, his hips growing sloppy and hitting that spongy spot inside you, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. "gonna cum, baby? i can see it all over your face. feel your pussy clenching my cock."

your noises were foreign to your own ears, your nails digging into his flesh the faster he fucks into you. he never wants this to end, truly. it felt almost too much for him to watch you unravel on his cock, but he couldn't complain. not when you looked so good taking him.

"want you to cum all over me. my good girl deserves it."

you're pushed over the edge with his words, saying his name like a mantra and a prayer. he can't help his own release with the way your core grasps him, sucking him in. he paints your walls white, feeling both of your cum start to drip onto the counter as you catch your breath. his cock pumps you full, you swear your womb couldn't take any more.

he kisses along your cheek, meeting your lips in a sloppy, sweet kiss that makes you forget about cleaning the counter.

quinn wasn't much for words, but he would be for you.

[nathaslosthershit]

Baby Fever and Annoying Brothers||Quinn Hughes x Reader

Pairing: Quinn Hughes x Reader

Request: Could I get Quinn Hughes with baby fever and his brothers there to make fun of it?

Summary: Quinn gets baby fever real bad and his brothers bug him to propose

A/n: Listen I wasn’t a Quinn girly before but that has recently changed so thank you for these requests

Word Count: 700+

“Quinn, dude, come on let's go.” Luke complained. The brothers had been trying to start a basketball game for the past 45 minutes. Jack and Luke were ready, but Quinn kept pushing it off with a simple ‘5 more minutes then i'll be ready’.

What, you may ask, was keeping Quinn from playing a game with his family? The sight of his girlfriend interacting with the baby of a family friend of theirs. It was quite possibly the most addicting and adorable sight he has ever seen. 

He couldn’t take his eyes off of it, no matter how hard he tried. The whole scene was beautiful. Outside, on the lawn chairs in the backyard, laid his girlfriend of 4 years gently swaying a now sleeping infant in her arms as she quietly spoke to the baby’s mother as well as his own mom. 

“Quinn this is getting-” Jack was cut off when he saw it. His older brother sitting there, oblivious to the heart eyes he was making. It was hilarious to him. His big brother practically brought to his knees at the sight of his longtime girlfriend holding a baby. 

As he stood next to Luke, Quinn finally was pulled out of his trance. Embarrassed at his brother's gawking, he finally went to play basketball. 

But of course the two youngest Hughes couldn’t just not bring it up. It was their brotherly duty to chirp Quinn into his place.

“So when are you gonna actually purpose?” Jack asked. At this, Luke elbowed him in the side, hard. 

“Come on dude let him live” Luke reprimanded.

“Thank you, Luke.” Quinn responded.

“No but seriously, he is right. You spend almost an hour staring at your girlfriend for holding a fucking baby. I know you’ve got a bad case of baby fever after that. When are you gonna actually get started on that shit? Unless you don’t plan on going the whole marital route before kids. I don't’ really know how some people would thi-”

“Can you both please just shut the fuck up about it.”

“Come on, Quinn, we are just chirping you. Although we saw the way you were looking at her. You sure that hasn’t changed anything…” Jack teased. 

He was right of course. While he was staring, he was also envisioning a life with her. A life with his beautiful wife, in a beautiful home, with kids to fill it. Maybe they’d have one, or maybe a whole hockey team. Who’s to say? The last thing he wanted though, was to be discussing it with his brothers when they would just tease him.

“No, nothing has changed. Although things may happen sooner-” “What the fuck does that mean?” Luke asked.

“I just- I don’t need kids right this second.” Quinn stated.

“But?”

“But I do have a ring. I’ve kept it in my hockey bag for the last few months. I just- I just don’t know when I’m gonna propose.”

“Quinn why the fuck didn’t you tell us?” Jack practically yelled.

“Does mom know? She will flip the fuck out if you got it and didn’t tell her?” Luke asked.

“Yes, she knows. She has been bugging me about it every single day. Trying to give me ideas and such but I just need to find the right time and place.”

“Isn’t now the right time and place though? You are with family, in a pretty fucking beautiful place. I mean what's stopping you from taking her on the boat tomorrow and doing it.” Jack joked. But he was right. You had once stated, while intoxicated, that you would have killed Quinn if he proposed in public, as if that was something he would ever do. The secluded boat would be the perfect place.

Quinn smiled to himself as he came to this revelation. He would propose, soon, and get started on the life he had envisioned. He didn’t answer either of them or tell them about his plans, but one look at his face and his brothers knew. They both shared a look as their absolutely smitten older brother went to grab the ball.

[sweetestcaptainhughes]

i'm craving you

Word Count - 1700

Requested - Yes - chukys-mouthguard asked: Okay Quinn NHL awards night smut is all i can think about after your little blurb on that reblog, I would be down for a continuation of that if you’re up for writing something 🙈😅🥵

Author's Note - As always thank you for reading . 💜

Warnings - established relationship, y/n used, mentions of oral (m receiving), dirty talk, a quickie, semi-public sex

Summary - You couldn't stop starring at your boyfriend all night at the rewards. All you wanted to do was grab him and go sneak away some place that you could show him how proud you are of him.

Watching Quinn all night truly made you do nothing except trying not to make it look so obvious that you were clutching your thighs to Ellen who was standing to your right. You were watching from afar as Quinn finished up an interview. To be completely honest you weren’t focused on anyone except Quinn. He looked fucking amazing in his new suit and his new haircut was making your stomach feel things. You’ve been fighting the urge to pull him into some dark corner to get on your knees and show him how proud of him you were. Finally, you see a chance as he finishes up the interview. You quickly excused yourself from the rest of the Hughes as you met the oldest one in the center of the room. 

“Hi bubs I’m so proud of you.” you say as you hug Quinn. 

“Thanks baby” as he wraps your arms around your shoulders giving you a quick peck on your head as you turn your face into his chest away from all the lights for a second. 

“You okay love?” He asks as he notices you staying in his embrace a little longer than needed thinking something was wrong. The fans behind the barricades  awwing thinking it was just a cute moment between the happy couple. Little did they know what you were whispering in his ear “I really need you Q. Please Quinny I’ve been craving you all night.” There must have been something in your whines that convinced Quinn to pull away from your embrace. You could see his eyes having an internal battle of what to listen to his brian or his half-hard cock that was slowly starting to strain against his pants. Ultimately he decided his lust for you would win, as he grabbed your hand, both of you walking away to try to find somewhere quiet for a few minutes. You tried not to look too giddy as you both steered towards the opposite side of the ballroom then his family was on. After looking for a few minutes you were in an abandoned hallway far away from the party. Quinn stopped pushing you against the wall to share the first proper kiss since he was Norris two hours prior. You could feel the crown molding of the wall behind on your lower back, as Quinn shoved his tongue down your mouth showing dominance. Your whimpers and moans are covered by the party down the hall as your hands find his curls. He finally pulled away “not here baby hold on.” he whispered his voice heavy with his own need. He opened his eyes and tried the door that was next to you. It was unlocked. “Fucking finally.” As he closed your mouths again and shoved you into the room. 

You pulled away cursing as you felt yourself almost clumsy fall over something. You both open your eyes, Quinn quickly finding the light, discovering it’s a drawstring light behind you. As both of your eyes adjust you realize that you're in a custodian closet. You look at Quinn and you both share a laugh at the fact of where you are. 

“This wasn’t on my bingo card this year…” you say as you grab his face and start kissing him taking over dominance. Slowly making him back up all the way until his back is to the door. 

“Oh yeah you didn’t wanna fuck me in a custodians closet?” he asked as you moved down his neck.

“I never said never, just unexpected.” you say as you continue your attack on his neck. Quinn’s hands find your hips squeezing but also flustered that he couldn’t feel such through the thick material of your dress and spreads his legs so he can feel you as closely as possible. He lets himself enjoy the attack you're making on his neck, especially once you find that particular spot. He lets out a loud groan automatically.

“Not right now, no marks where the camera can see, you wanna be a good girl right?” He asks sternly, and all you do is whine in response, and slowly remove your head from his neck so you can look into his eyes. 

“Please all I’ve wanted to do all night is claim you, give ya just a little bite. Please Quinny.” you beg a giant pout on your lips. Your one hand going to his hair to pull his loose curls and the other sneaking between you both, to slowly grasp him. “All I wanted to do all night is make you feel good” As you slowly take your mouth to his ear to whisper the last part.  “I wanna show you how proud I am of you by letting you fuck my face. Please, my mouth has been craving you all night.” 

He takes your face and pushes it away holding it between his hands. “No. Not right now. Right now I need to feel your warm wet pussy clenching around me. While you force yourself to be quiet so we don’t get caught by the people outside.”  He’s quick to push you into the shelving so that your back is pressed against the sleeves with a bunch of random cleaning supplies. You're a whimpering mess as he leaves wet kisses on your lips and neck. As he slowly pulls back to undo his belt and unzip his pants. “Look at you, you're already flushed. I've barely touched you yet…. What do you need, baby? You gotta tell.” As he slowly comes back, using his fingertips to lightly ghost over everything except where you needed most. 

“you, I need your cock please.” you tell him as your eyes flutter closed the anticipation becomes too much to hand. His hand reaches for your leg that has the slit in it from your dress. He quickly pulls down your throng, leaving kisses on your exposed chest. 

He takes his cock out and gives himself a few pumps before sinking deep into you. You arch your back, your throat gives a small cry of pleasure. Quinn is quickly covering your mouth, “as much as I love all the sounds you make I can’t have it right now. You gotta be a good girl for me. You think you can handle that?” You shake your head yes as a response knowing that he isn’t going to remove his hand. “Fuck you look beatiful being all full from my dick.” Quinn starts thrusting in and out slowly at first making sure you're well adjusted. His one hand on your ass holding your leg up and kneading it hard. You let your back fall back getting lost in the pleasure. 

Quinn quickly picks up the pace, “fuck baby look at you always so goddamn hungry for my cock you couldn’t wait till we got back to the hotel room.” All you could manage to do was pull Quinn closer as he sped up his thrusts. The sound of the creaking shelves behind you turning you on even more as Quinn continued his attack on your neck.Still careful not to leave marks he did not need this shit in the press. You could feel him close by his thrusts get sloppier. He pulled your dress up with his other hand that was holding your mouth, making the way to your clit to help you get closer to your orgasim. You quickly took one of your hands and slipped one of your boobs out squeezing it. “Fuck baby I’m close, you fill always feel so motherfucking tight for me.”

He says as he notices you kneading your right boob. You swear his eyes looked happier in that split second than when they announced him as the winner of the Norris. He quickly took his mouth sucking around your nipple. Then he moved his mouth to leave  a love bite on your boob, you couldn’t hold it anymore. Between Quinn rubbing your clit, still kneading your ass and now playing with your boob you let go. You can feel that familiar tightness growing in the pit of stomach. 

“Fuck i’m cumming bubs.” you say as you tilt your head even further back as you cry in pleasure feeling the euphoria effect from your orgasim building. Watching your face as you came through his eyelids as he continued sucking your nipple. It was enough for Quinn to explode. He continued to slowly thrust into you as you both were still coming down from your highs. His mouth removing itself from your boob and his head falling to your shoulder as your hands found his soft curls. Allowing yourselves to get a minute to make your breaths sound normal again. “Fuck your too good to me bab”  as he kissed your collarbone and slowly pulled out. He went down to the floor to reach a pack of paper towels that fell on the floor from the shaking of the top shelf. He quickly opened the pack and started cleaning both of you up.

“I could say the same for you.” as you look at him cleaning you after fucking the absloute shit out of you. “I am still sad though.” you say softly. Quinn stopped his movements and looked up.

“What?” he asked with concern and confusion clearly on his face. 

“Yeah I still really wanna bite your neck and give you that blowjob to show you how proud I am of you.” as you pretend to pout, arms crossing over your chest.

“Tonight baby girl, promise.” Quinn couldn’t help the big smile on his face as he saw your eyes light up. 

The next morning both you and Quinn have lots of love bites and hickeys. When Luke and Jack knock on our hotel room to tell you guys that we need to hurry up or we will miss our flight. They definitely don’t leave before trying to give Quinn shit for his appearance. Answering the door in nothing but boxers, love bites on his inner thighs, hickeys all different colors down his neck and chest. They especially chirp him when Quinn turns around and they see his back covered in scratches. But Quinn doesn’t give two shits what his little brothers think because he’s happier than he’s ever been. 

[auras-moonstone]

i want your midnights — ethan landry

word count: 586

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: the group spends new year’s eve together and ethan asks y/n to be his midnight kiss.

warnings: none!

author’s note: happy new years! 🫶🏻 hope you have an amazing 2024, and thank you for all the love on this blog i decided to open last year and that was definitely one of the highlights of 2023🥺🖤

ETHAN AND CHAD WERE STANDING IN ONE CORNER OF THEIR APARTMENT AS THE GIRLS WERE DOING KARAOKE. Taking advantage of the distraction, Chad had dragged Ethan away to encourage him to make a move on Y/N.

“Chad, I really can’t do it.” Ethan said, anxiousness reflected in his brown eyes.

Chad shoved him softly “Yes, you can. Man, you’re a snack. An entire meal all on your own. I can assure you, she’s not going to reject you.”

“You think so?” he asked with hope, his gaze settled on Y/N, who was laughing as she sang Picture to Burn by Taylor Swift with Quinn. He couldn’t stop the smile that formed in his face as he watched her enjoy herself without a care in the world. She was magnetic.

“I know so, man. She’s very into your puppy brown eyes and nerdy polo shirts. And your muscles, which you have to thank me for.”

Ethan rolled his eyes. “Thank you for forcing me to go to the gym and torturing me with your restless routines.” he said sarcastically.

“You’re very welcome. Now, let’s join the girls.”

“Eth! Come sing with me!” Y/N pleaded, extending her hand.

If it were any other person, he would’ve told them to fuck off and scowled at them. But Y/N’s smile was his greatest weakness, and the one she was giving him was so wide and bright that there was not a chance he could say no. And in between laughter and stolen glances, they sang Don’t look back in anger by Oasis together.

The group was having so much fun that before they knew it, there were ten seconds left until midnight. The group found their respective partner—Mindy and Anika, Tara and Chad, Sam and Danny and Quinn and her current toy boy—, and the only two people who didn’t have anyone to share the new year’s kiss with stood awkwardly on the sidelines.

ten

“This is gonna be very awkward for us, isn’t it?” Ethan asked Y/N.

nine

“Yup, we’re pretty pathetic.” she shifted on her feet.

eight

“Are we just going to stand here watching them make out?” Ethan turned to his side, arm resting against the wall.

seven

“We can just go to the kitchen and wait there for a couple of seconds.” she suggested.

six

Ethan took a deep breath “I have another idea.”

five

Y/N looked up at him and, for some reason, blood rushed into her cheeks. Maybe it was the closeness, or maybe it was the way his pine scent cologne hit her senses, or maybe it was just the crazy idea that had been running through her mind since the moment the group suggested they should spend new year’s eve together—Ethan being her midnight kiss.

four

“What do you have in mind?” she asked breathlessly.

three

“You.” he said, cupping her cheek. “You’re always on my mind, and right now I’m thinking about me being your first kiss of 2024. Hopefully, the first and only.”

two

Wide-eyed, she took a step closer and tilted her head towards him. “That sounds perfect. I like how you think.”

one

Fireworks shone in the sky as their lips met. The kiss only lasted for a few seconds, and left them completely love dunk and in need for more. But they knew they had all the time in the world, they were well aware it wasn’t just a one time thing.

“Happy New Years, Y/N.” Ethan smiled against her lips.

She smiled back. “Happy New Years, Eth.”

[lecsainz]

anything with Trevor Zegras I’m begging girl!

˒ ⌕ HOCKEY BOYFRIEND

parings: trevor zegras x hughes!reader

summary: that one where you're jack hughes' twin sister and post about your relationship with trevor on insta.

an: I've been working on this smau for TWO days because tumblr kept deleting everything I wrote when I hit return? I have no idea what was going on.

( last work || go to main masterlist )

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ynhughes I say yes, obviously 🙄

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trevorzegras fuck , I'm so in love with you.

yourbestie wait WHATS THAT??!??

⤷ ynhughes u already know luv

⤷ yourcollegebestie you didn't tell us, you sneaky!

⤷ ynhughes I did tell you! I called you seconds after we had our first kiss.

⤷ jackhughes WHAT?

⤷ lhughes_06 It's been a while, jack, relax.

⤷ jackhughes how did you know and I didn't??? I'm her twin!

⤷ lhughes_06 I'm the favorite brother 🤩.

⤷ ynhughes actually, it's quinn.

⤷_quinnhughes I KNEW IT.

trevorzegras OMG, you're my girl.

⤷ ynhughes and you're my hockey player.

⤷ jackhughes stop with this sweetness. ynhughes stop being bitter, jack.

jackhughes can’t believe that u aren’t single anymore.

⤷_quinnhughes me too.

⤷ lhughes_06 same.

⤷ ynhughes you guys are jealous 😤

yourcollegebestie your ex liking the post 😅

⤷ yourbestie lol 😂

⤷ ynhughes going to block him now, I forgot about him 🥴

⤷ yourbestie he's going to want to fight trevor.

⤷ yourcollegebestie he's calling the UMICH football team to help.

⤷ yourbestie 'cause no UMICH guy can date you now that you were my exgirlfriend.'

⤷ lhughes_06 that guy was a suck, I warned you.

⤷ ynhughes well, that's why he's an ex.

edwards.73 now it all makes sense why she didn't want to hang out with us anymore, ditching friends and parties for a MAN.

⤷ markestapa what a letdown y/n/n 🤧

⤷ ynhughes he's not just any man, he's MY MAN.

⤷ lhughes_06 what do you mean you guys hang out without me and with my sister?

⤷ lucca.fantilli she's cooler than you.

⤷ lhughes_06 NO SHE AREN’T.

⤷ rutgermcgroarty yes, she is!

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ynhughes weekend at the lake house with the ice boys.

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rutgermcgroarty jack having more photos than her boyfriend 🤣.

⤷ ynhughes he's the favorite brother of the week.

⤷ lhughes_06 u said that I was.

⤷ ynhughes that was before you ate all of my chocolate stash.

yourbestie and no photos for us to make memes of them?

⤷ ynhughes unfortunately, none.

trevorzegras 7 million smiles, and yours is my favorite.

⤷ ynhughes I love you, ice man 🩵

jackhughes I want a credit for the photo I took.

⤷ ynhughes I want credit for all the non-hockey photos you post then 😙

yourbestie miss you girls 🤧

⤷ yourcollegebestie you should have come too 🥺

⤷ ynhughes let's go out just us next summer 💃💃💃

markestapa you don't post a picture with us.

⤷_quinnhughes we're more important 😎

edwards.73 are you holding a hamster?

⤷ ynhughes yessss, his name was mr. bernard.

⤷ rutgermcgroarty aww, how cute.

⤷ lhughes_06 what an ugly name.

⤷ jackhughes ugly guy is you, not the mr. bernard

⤷ ynhughes and that's why my favorite brother is jack, not you, luke.

⤷ jackhughes thanks sis love you too, y/n/n.

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ynhughes missing hawaii and my boy who's now all about hockey. why did I start dating a hockey player anyway?

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trevorzegras cause you love me.

yourroommate still can't believe you guys traveled in secret.

jackhughes stop kissing my twin sister.

⤷ trevorzegras sorry, jack, but NO.

_quinnhughes mom sends kisses and asks how's college.

⤷ ynhughes sent a thousand back to her and tell her that college is amazing (I cry every night 😅

yourbestie how is it possible you don't look bad in ANY photo??

⤷ ynhughes LOOK WHO'S TALKING, I've never seen a bad shot of you.

lhughes_06 stop making me feel alone 😭

trevorzegras missing those vacations too

⤷ ynhughes i missing you more 😕

yourcollegebestie stop stalling and let's go out now, we're already late for the party, pretty!

⤷ ynhughes putting on my heels now!

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thehughesgirl at least he plays against my brothers, but that's the least of it.

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trevorzegras you are art, you are the stars and the sky, you are everything.

⤷ thehughesgirl I’m so in love with you.

[jo-speaks]

dinner

in which…

Quinn and fem! reader go out to dinner!

warnings: none!

fourth date in the alphabet dates series!

“All clear?” You asked from inside the car before taking Quinn’s hand and stepping out. 

He let out a soft laugh, “Yes ma’am. No paparazzi, no fans, no nothing. Just you and me.”

“And the staff.”

“And the staff.” He parroted, shutting the passenger door of his Porche closed. 

It wasn’t a shock when Quinn told you he had set reservations for the Canadian restaurant you had been dying to try since flying out to be with him in Vancouver for the season. He didn’t understand what drew you to the place. It was overwhelming, with its rooftop seating, and its whimsical dishes. 

However, the shock came when he told you it would just be the two of you. He loved keeping your relationship decently private, with a few posted pictures here and there, but mostly keeping it between you and him. 

As much as you wanted to show off your boyfriend to the world, you knew keeping it private was best. It wasn’t like people didn’t know you were his girlfriend, but social media is a vile place. 

You and Quinn walked up the short flight of stairs toward the restaurant entrance, toothy smiles covering both of your faces the whole way up. When you reached the door, Quinn let go of your hand briefly to open the door for you, quickly re-interlacing your fingers with his the second you stepped inside. 

“Excited?” He asked, following your trail of sight as you looked up at the massive chandelier hanging from the ceiling. 

“Very. Thank you.” 

He smiled widely at your response, “I should be thanking you. This view is to die for.”

You assumed he was talking about the breathtaking decor all around the restaurant, but when you flickered your eyes back to his, you realized he was looking at you. 

He eyed your lips, wanting nothing more than to kiss you right then and there. But the second he leaned in, he heard his name being called. 

“Reservation for Hughes?” The hostess asked, holding 2 menus in her hand.

Quinn pulled back, a slight red blush on his face, “Uh, yeah. That’s me.” 

The hostess smiled, “You two can follow me.” 

You laughed softly at his reaction to being caught doing, nothing really. You kissed his lips quickly before tugging his hand gently as the two of you trailed behind the hostess. 

She led you two up the staircase and onto the rooftop. The view from your table was stunning. The sun was meant to be setting in a little less than an hour, so an array of pinks and blues covered the sky. 

“A waiter will be with you in just a moment.” She smiled before walking away. 

Quinn murmured quickly, “Thank you.” before focusing back on you. He didn’t say a word as he took your hand from across the table and gently ran his thumb over the back of your hand. Your eyes met his blue ones, a smile appearing on your face as he admired your features. 

“I’m so lucky to have you, Y/N. You have no idea.” He spoke, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. 

You blushed at his words, “I love you.” 

He didn’t get the chance to say it back before a waiter approached your table with a smile.

~✩~

By the time you had finished your food, the sun was practically set, most of the light in the sky coming from scattered stars. You stood up without a word, walking over to the railing. 

You always knew Vancouver was a beautiful city, but seeing it at night was like nothing you’d ever seen before.

Colourful lights all over the city, the faint sound of street music being played in the distance. Quinn snuck up behind you, his suit-covered arms wrapping around your waist. You felt a shiver in your spine, unsure if it was because of the cool Canadian air, or the feeling of being so close to your boyfriend. 

He rested his chin on your shoulder, his stubble poking at your smooth skin. He tilted his head slightly, placing a sweet kiss on the side of your neck, before turning back to continue admiring the night view with you.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, eh? You look lost in thought.” He asked, softly.

You let out a quiet sigh, “Just thinking about you. About everything I would give to stay here with you forever.”

He smiled against your shoulder as you turned your head slightly to look at him. His eyes darted towards your lips before leaning in to connect your lips for the second time that night. You turned around, holding his face in your hands as his stayed gently on your waist.

The moment could not have been more perfect.

He couldn’t be more perfect.

[ghostfacd]

BEAUTIFUL BOY! — LUKE HUGHES

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author’s note: i wrote this after waking up from my high nap LMAOO shh anyway listen to beautiful boy to enhance the experience ! this can be read as a stand alone but i recommend reading my au for context.

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ynuser my first baby. my entire world. rowden quintin hughes, you came into the world a 7 pound beautiful curly haired blonde baby. it felt like yesterday when i first held you close to me. thank you for making me a mother rowdy, happy 2nd birthday my beautiful boy.

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jackhughes please let me and quinny meet him!

↳ quinnhughes LITERALLY.

lhughes_06 happy birthday my special boy.

markestapa HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THEO’S BEST BUDDD

kiellestapa it seems like it was just yesterday when i saw you coming out the delivery room with rowdy. happy birthday rowden quintin hughes, you are so loved my boy.

↳ ynuser he loves his auntie so much 🥲🫶🫶

When it was Rowden’s second birthday, Luke decided he was finally going to let his brothers see his son. It was a mutual decision between him and his girlfriend, they knew how much Jack and Quinn wanted to see Rowdy.

Luke had regretted leaving Y/N that day back in London so he could pursue his hockey career at Umich. If he could travel back in time, he would’ve swallowed his dreams and stayed with her. But he couldn’t—so he was going to spend the rest of his life making it up to her and Rowden for being absent the first year of his life.

“Oh my god.” The voice of Jack breaks Luke out of his daze. He watches as his older brother picks up Rowden, who, despite being a very fussy kid when it came to strangers, smiled contently in his uncle’s hold. “Hi buddy!”

Luke could’ve sworn he saw tears in his brother’s eyes. Quinn, who was currently waiting his turn in the back, wiped his eyes with his sweater, not wanting to cry in front of his younger brothers.

“I cant believe you named him Rowden Quintin Hughes,” Quinn says, his face converted into a frown, only because he was on the verge of sobbing.

“Hey, don’t cry,” Y/N pats him on the back, giving him a comforting smile. “You and Jack have always been there for me back at Hogwarts. You two were like my older brothers. The least I could do is name Rowdy after you.”

“We love you Y/N,” Jack says, his lips wobbling. “Thank you for putting up with our brother.”

His words make the four of you laugh. Rowden, sensing your happiness, claps his hand, his smile ever so prominent. You give him a kiss on the cheek, glad your family was one again, and you knew Rowden would grow up very loved.

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ynuser also happy 1 year anniversary to my hot hockey boyfriend, lukey warren hughes. thank you for giving me a chance that day back at hogwarts when i asked you out after your quidditch game. we’ve been together for 4 years but you had to go pursue your dreams at umich, and i honestly couldn’t be more proud of where you’re at now. you’re one of the most stubborn, moody, and charming person i know. the best hockey and quidditch player, and most importantly, the best daddy to rowden. keep winning baby, go blue!! 💙

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lhughes_06 happy 1 year anniversary baby. i thank the gods everyday for sending you to me after my quidditch game. thank you for putting up with my mood swings and hotheaded self. love u and rowdy more than words can express.

↳ ynuser 🥹🥹

jackhughes okaaaay fine i admit you two are pretty cute..

kiellestapa MY OTP

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quinnhughes uncle life is pretty cool.

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jackhughes pretty cool? SUPER cool.

jackhughes we love rowdy

↳ quinnhughes yes we do

ynuser rowdy loves his uncles!!

↳ lhughes_06 he likes me better.

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lhughes_06 the monster’s gone, he’s on the run, and your daddy’s here.

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ynuser beautiful boy.

markestapa best new dad

↳ lhughes_06 love ya buddy.

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its off season - excludes Gavi and Pulsiic (nhl x f1)

Matt Rempe

Location Calgary

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Luke Hughes

Location Michigan

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Jack Hughes

Location Michigan

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tagged jackhughes

trevorzegras “not naming name” is crazy when we all know it was jack

lhughes_06 dude your like 30 don’t be saying “is crazy”

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trevorzegras IM 23!

_quinnhughes damn having a bonfire without the rest of us, the disrespect

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jackhughes the caption was not discreet

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jackhughes you wouldn’t

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trevorzegras oh the middle name 👀🍿

Quinn Hughes

Location Las Vegas

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tagged _quinnhughes lhughes_06 canucks

jackhughes YOUR QUINN?

yourusername yes JACK, MY QUINN

fanpage7 OH SHE USED THE ITALICS ON JACKS NAME

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_quinnhughes first i’d like to say i am no ones QUINN, and second how am i now noticing lukes tie color

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Location Switzerland

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yourusername is Michigan not this blue?

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Mitch Marner

Location Canada

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tagged marner_93

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Cole Caufield

Location Milwaukee

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jackhughes you guys have been going to all these places, what about YOUR FRIENDS

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_quinnhughes he’s being bitter

colecaufield when is he never

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Location Italy

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yourusername note: don’t trust jamie or mason to use your phone

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Trevor Zegras

Location Hamptons

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Charles Leclerc

Location Monte-Carlo Beach

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George Russell

Location Mallorca

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Lando Norris

Location None of your Business

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Max Verstappen

Location Belgium

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Piastri

Location Melbourne

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[getmeoutofhell]

All ghostface x reader

Also a little bit of Charlie x reader.

Summary: you and the group are all sitting with each other (basically in the gif) and you find out Ethan likes you. Check out: chat before reading this story.

A/n: since NO ONE ELSE writes about the whole group with reader, I’ll do it. I’m not the best at writing so there might be mistakes. ❣️

Warnings: language/nsfw stuff!!

“Do you think y/n would go out with me?”

Ethan asked the rest of the group that question.

“I’m sorry, what? Y/n is way out of your league.” Amber told him, slightly chuckling after.

Stu started laughing, along with Billy and Quinn. Ethan’s face started turning red. Which made Jill join the conversation.

“Oh my gosh. Your face is red.” Jill pointed at Ethan’s face, as she was sitting beside him. He rolled his eyes (insert the gif)

“Whatever.”

“I texted y/n, she said she’ll be here with Charlie soon. Also Ethan, your pull game is ass.”

“Let’s be nice Mickey, maybe Ethan hasn’t really dated before and this is new to him.” Roman looked at Ethan.

“I can definitely tell he hasn’t dated before.”

Amber, Billy, and stu starting laughing together.

“Okay guys I get it. Y/n won’t wanna go out with me. You guys can stop laughing.”

His face just kept getting redder.

“Charlie you ready to go?”

“Yeah I’m getting my shoes.”

“Okay I’ll meet you in the car.” You and Charlie did go on a date yesterday, yet you didn’t tell the others, for reasons of course…you guys didn’t put a title on things, since you don’t know what you would title it. We aren’t together but we are together. Friends with benefits maybe? You don’t know. So you just go with flow you suppose.

You were now sitting in the passenger seat of the car, waiting for Charlie to take you to meet up with the group. Your phone dinged and you got a text from Jill.

“Please hurry and come see this bozo. His face is so red from talking about you.” The text read.

You knew it was about Ethan already.

“I’m not a bozo.”

Ethan read Jills text and she typed it to you, face still slightly red.

“Get out my phone weirdo. Plus you are a bozo.”

“Yeah whatever.”

“Damn what’s taking y/n and Charlie so long. It’s hot as hell and I’m thirsty.”

“They’re probably fucking Amber, who knows.” Amber chuckles at that comment from Mickey.

“Hey ya’ll!” You and Charlie started walked throwds the group.

“Well it’s about damn time, what took y’all so long?”

“Well Roman, we had to go to the store to get y’all some drinks.”

You handed each of them their drinks out of the bag.

“Anyway, Ethan over here wants to ask you out.” Jill said as she opened her drink, looking at you.

“No thanks from you guys? I spent about 30 dollars for y’all some drinks.”

Thanks and thank you was what the group told you. You went to sit next to Charlie.

“Okay so, what was y’all talking about before we got here?” You spoke to the group as you drunk from your drink.

“About Ethan’s pull game. It’s straight up ass. Also he wants to ask you out.” Mickey said.

“Y’all keep carrying this joke out. He doesn’t like me like that.” You we’re slightly getting frustrated with them every time they say stuff like that. You didn’t believe he could like you more than a friend. Y’all were complete opposite in your eyes, two different people with different hobbies and personalities. So it was hard for you to think he’d have a crush on you. Plus you were kinda talking to Charlie, which y’all are still keeping it on the down low surprisingly.

“Y/n, he literally asked if we thought you would go out with him before y’all got here.”

“What?” You looked at Quinn for a second before turning to Ethan. You noticed he was blushing.

“Ethan did you say that?”

The whole group stared at Ethan, waiting for a response.

“Well uh…yes.” He stared at the ground.

You just looked at him for a bit.

“Well fucking finally!” Amber said.

You looked at Charlie, and his face had mixed emotions all over it. You didn’t know what to say at this moment, or even what to think.

*charlie’s pov*

After I heard Ethan say that to y/n I got this weird feeling in my stomach. I already knew that Ethan had a crush on y/n months ago, so I don’t know why this feeling is there. I then I looked at y/n for a second before looking towards Ethan. He couldn’t have her no matter how hard he wanted to. I want to tell him so bad about me and y/n. How I taste her almost every night. How she moans my name instead of his. How she gets wet to the thought of me, not him. But I some how control myself and don’t say anything. But one day I will.

A/n: AHHHH okay guys, I know this ain’t the best thing in the world but I’m not the best writer. Please bear with me I beg.

Part 2 is out!!! part 2

[jackhues]

(mockingbird au!) be okay - platonic!hughes

request: jack and reader get in an argument and he's really mad and chooses to leave to cool off so he doesn't say anything else that he'll regret, she calls quinn to talk her through her panic before jack comes back apologizing

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“then why is melanie telling me you guys were making out?” you repeated.

“i’ve been telling you this for the past ten minutes, but i never kissed her!” jack began to raise his voice. “i haven’t even seen her since that new years party you threw. and i was with you the entire time for that.”

you refused to back down, “you’re saying melanie — one of my closest friends — is lying to me about something like this?”

“yes!” jack agreed. “that’s exactly what i’m — you know what? i can’t. you don’t even believe me, and i can’t do this right now if you’re just gonna keep accusing me of something i’d never even think of doing.”

you watched as jack grabbed his phone and keys, storming out of your shared apartment. part of you wanted to go after him and apologize, while the other part was telling you to stand your ground.

there was no reason melanie would lie to you, right?

after all, she was one of your first friends when you began college. the two of you hung out a lot, and she’d always thought jack was amazing.

at the same time, there was no reason for jack to lie to you either.

dropping your face in your hands, you sat on the couch.

jack was probably the best thing that ever happened to you. after a run in with the eighteen year old jack, the two of you had ended up getting along really well — eventually dating. you never had a boyfriend before, and you hated when the two of you fought.

for some reason, this fight felt like the end of something.

“oh god,” you muttered to yourself, the tears beginning to flow.

you reached for your phone as it rang, picking it up immediately.

“jack?” you asked.

“oh shit,” em, another friend of yours, said. “you didn’t tell him about what melanie said to you, did you?”

“you know?” you sniffled.

“melanie just told me,” she said, sounding a little out of breath. “she was lying, y/n. she was just bragging about it to me, and i left because i needed to make sure you didn’t tell him. please tell me you didn’t tell him.”

you froze,”why — why would she do that?”

“she likes jack,” em explained. “that’s what she told me. she said a lot of bad things about you, and that if you accused him of cheating, the two of you would break up, and in his heartbreak, she’d get him. she’s messed up, y/n. i don’t think you should be talking to her after this.”

“no, i — i need to go,” you shook your head, ending the call immediately.

you dialled another number, nearly crying in relief when quinn picked up at the second ring.

“quinn, i did something stupid,” you whispered, crying. 

“talk to me. what’s wrong?” he asked.

you began to tell him everything. about how melanie called you that evening while jack was at a game, claiming he kissed her a few days ago. she said she was ‘looking out for you’, and that she felt you deserved to know what he did. the devils lost that night, so jack was already a little upset, and your accusation only made it worse. you confronted him about it, he denied the entire thing, and the two of you had a huge fight — your worst one left.

“and he — quinn, he left,” you sniffed. “i don’t know where he went, he just left. and i - i don’t know what to do, because i don’t want to lose him, because this is all my fault, and-”

“this isn’t your fault,” quinn insisted. “you can blame it on melanie, but you can’t blame it on yourself. jack was already upset over the loss, and he took out some of his anger on you. you know he doesn’t like getting mad, especially not at you. he’s probably taking a walk, or at nico’s house to calm down. just breathe, y/n. you guys are going to be okay.”

“you don’t know that,” you whispered.

“i do,” quinn stated simply. “i know that jack is absolutely crazy for you, and that there’s no way he’ll ever leave you over a misunderstanding like this. i know you’re so in love with jack that there’s no way you’ll leave him either. just calm down, and give it a little while. he’ll come home. and if he doesn’t, i’ll talk to him.”

your breathing came a little easier as the conversation with quinn flowed. quinn had that effect on people. he could instantly make them calm down and feel safe. after learning of your shitty childhood, quinn tried his best to always make you feel safe. he just hated that jack was the reason he had to do it right now.

you perked up at the sound of footsteps in the hallway.

“wait, wait, i think he’s home,” you said to quinn.

“you want me to hang up?”

“i’m scared,” you admitted.

“just breathe. you guys are gonna be okay,” he reminded you. “i’ll stay on the line as long as you want.”

you placed your phone to the side, the assurance that quinn was on the other end of the line giving you some sense of ease.

“i’m so sorry,” you and jack blurted out at the same time.

“no, no, i started the argument,” you stepped forward, pausing unsurely in front of jack. he reached for your hand as if it were second-nature to him. “i — i trusted melanie too blindly, and i didn’t take in the fact that you’d never do something like that, that that’s not who you are. i know you didn’t kiss her, and i’m so, so sorry for accusing you of that. i — i don’t know why i didn’t stop to think that melanie might be lying, or to even ask you. i — please tell me we’re okay.”

“hey, we’re always okay,” jack pulled you into his arms, tears in his eyes as well. “i’m sorry for walking out on you like that, i should’ve taken a walk on the balcony or something. i just — i needed to clear my head, i don’t like fighting with you. but we’re okay, i promise. we’re okay.”

quinn smiled to himself on the other end of the line, hanging up the call. 

he knew they’d be okay.

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https://www.tumblr.com/dylan-duke/742153623649271808/the-first-day-at-the-lake-house-nora-goes-to-wake

Quinn going into Nora’s room wondering why she’s not awake yet and finds her gone

quinn knows nora wouldn't have gone far. consciously he knows it, but she's not in her bed and quinn can't help but worry. he searches the house for her but cant find her anywhere,

"hey luke," quinn calls into the basement where luke and a few of his michigan boys are playing chel,

"sup quinny!" the youngest brother calls,

"wheres nora?" quinn asks, "shes not in bed!" luke sighs and pauses the game climbing up the stairs,

"what do you mean? doesn't she usually climb into bed with you?" quinn nods,

"yes!" the eldest cries. luke looks at quinn,

"well have you asked jack?" quinn's eyes light up,

"i didn't even think of that!" luke rolls his eyes as quinn takes off up the stairs to the second floor, and bursts into his middle brothers room, "oh thank god!"

"hmm shhhhh," both jack and nora groan. quinn chuckles shaking his head at the pair, "I'm gonna make some waffles, you two come down when your done with your beauty rest,"

[whatsaninterestingplacethisis]

Love Is A Losing Game

Imagine

Quinn Hughes x Latina!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey B"

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

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

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

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

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

"Can my friend come along?"

"Yeah sure"

"Okay cool just tell me when and where"

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

"Goodnight B."

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

"No?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Brock invited me” you answered his statement

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey B have you seen y/f/n?”

“Who?” Yeah he was a bit drunk.

“My friend who I came here with.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[hughesmedicine]

just a bunch of swifties 5

decided to do this before the next one(which was my original plan!) also in this the kings and ducks are playing each other so

trevor zegras x !hughes reader

surprising the boys with era tickets fic/insta edit!

hopefully the fic is okay, still not confident in my writing!

jabosml(masterlists)

the guys we’re currently at their games which was playing in the background while I waited for the queue to move forward, my knee was bouncing up and down while I looked over at the game seeing z score. I smiled and turned back to the computer seeing that the queue moved forward with 300 people being in front of me, I sighed leaning back into the couch but then I realized my drink was empty so I got up going into the kitchen opening the fridge, grabbing the new drink and quickly went back to my seat noticing that I’m 3 people away from being let in and that the game went into overtime. I quickly sat down grabbing out my card information and it let me in, I quickly typed in everything and picked the seats I wanted and sent it through I put my hands together and closed my eyes trying to stay calm. A few minutes later I opened my eyes and I saw I got the tickets and trevor made the final goal winning the game, I cheered for both smiling. I texted z knowing he would it check it later

y/n: hey babe, bring alex back with you after the game!

I got a response about 10 minutes later saying he would and that they’re swinging by somewhere for food, I sent him my order and moved the laptop to the side. Just going on my phone scrolling on whatever app I have. I heard the guys enter about 30 minutes after coming into the living room all plopping down on the couch and trevor handed me the food. “Thanks babe but I got good news for you all” I said setting my food on the table. “Oh yeah what is it y/n/n?” Alex said looking at me as jamie and trevor did too. “I got us tickets to the eras tour!” I said smiling again. “wait wait wait are you serious?? Please tell me this isn’t some fucked up prank for your failed YouTube career.” Alex said crossing his arms. “Failed YouTube career?” Trevor asked confused. “alex you promised you wouldn’t tell anybody but yes I’m serious.” I said pulling up the website saying we got tickets. The boys quickly pulled me into a hug squishing me in the middle and thanking me over and over again. “Okay can you guys let me go, I can’t fucken breathe.” I said trying to get out. “oh right sorry.” They all said letting me go. “I got them for the second night so we’ll have to book a flight to Arizona.” I said taking a bite out of my food. “okay that’s fine, so flight at 4 am?” trevor said. “Yep that works” I said cuddling into his side and putting on a movie for all of us to watch.

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yourusername: can’t wait to meet you again bestie!

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taylorswift: omg so excited to take pictures with you!<33

| trevorzegras: I’ll never get use to you two being friends.

| yourusername: you better, I’m bringing her around more and no fainting when I do!

| trevorzegras: you know I can’t control it.

trevorzegras: I’m gonna be sick, I can’t believe we’re actually going

| jamie.drysdale: I still think I’m dreaming.

| _alextorcotte: no same.

| yourusername: believe it boys

_quinnhughes: omg sis congrats on getting the tickets!

| yourusername: thanks quinny

jackhughes: so this is what the money I sent you was for??

| yourusername: yes thanks for sending the money!

| jackhughes: you could have used trevors money!

| yourusername: but its more fun taking your money plus I didn’t want trevor to look at his charges on his phone so that’s why

| jackhughes: okay fair but have fun!

lhughes_06: so does this mean I get to go too?

| yourusername: yes moosey, I also got quinn and jack tickets too! | jackhughes: i basically bought my own ticket but I’m so excited to go woo!

| yourusername: stop faking enthusiasm.

| jackhughes: I’m not

| yourusername: shocking

| _quinnhughes: I’m actually excited to go! Best friend gave me the idea for this!

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Hey Bestie

How about jealous possessive Quinn hughes?

quinn wasn't the jealous type, at least for as long as you'd known him—which, in his defence, wasn't very long.

you met him a year ago at a house party, the two of you too shy to have fun as it was clearly out of your comfort zones at the time. the people you both had come with were mutual friends who basically left you two alone together, and you'd never left each other's sides ever since.

before we start—you weren't dating.

no, you were strictly off limits in his head. he didn't want to ruin the amazing friendship he already had with you. was he scared? yes. would he ever admit it? absolutely not.

everyone knew he had feelings for you and that you had feelings for him, but it seemed to be more of an unspoken rule that no one uttered a single word about it to your faces. you both knew you had feelings for each other, you were just too nervous to act on them.

as if things couldn't get worse, his friends decided to create a full circle moment. elias and brock were throwing a season kickoff party for god knows what reason, something about unfinished business. of course you were invited, along with nearly a hundred other people you didn't recognize.

quinn was late. you were starting to think maybe he wouldn't show up as you leaned against the kitchen island, watching nils and elias on the dance floor.

"hello, my friend!" a loud russian voice broke you out of your thoughts. you held back a frightened jump, looking up at the young canuck.

"hey, podz," you grinned. "what's up?"

"where's your boy? i've been looking for him."

your cheeks flushed. "he's not my boy."

"oh, he is not?" he perked up, swirling the drink in his hand. "i have a friend i like you to meet."

before you could politely decline, he gently grabbed your hand and brought you outside. the cold vancouver air hit your face and you wished for nothing more than to be back inside.

"this my friend mickey," he introduced.

the boy was tall... that was all he had going for him. his hair was unkept, his outfit screamed douche and the cigarette in his hand completely turned you off.

"hi, i'm y/n. nice to meet you."

"nice to meet you too," he looked you up and down, vasily somehow completely oblivious. "you've got pretty lips."

your eyes crinkled at his bold statement and you held back the urge to say what the fuck? i just met you.

"okay.." you looked down at the ground, shifting under his uncomfortable gaze. you shivered as another gust of wind hit you.

"do you want my jacket?"

you immediately shook your head. "no, no. it's okay, i'm not cold."

"i can see you shivering, babe. here, it's no problem," he insisted, shrugging his leather jacket off before placing it over your shoulders.

"thank you," you mumbled, fiddling with your fingers.

it felt wrong. all you wanted was quinn, who you didn't know was inside searching for you. he'd arrived merely moments after you'd been brought outside and you were nowhere to be seen.

he checked the kitchen, the basement, the dance floor, the living room—everywhere. he even asked your friends who said they hadn't seen you since you got here which only concerned him even more.

his worried eyes caught sight of brock's and he rushed towards him, trying his best not to knock anyone over.

"boes, have you seen y/n? i-i can't find her, i don't know where she is and she told me she was here. i've checked everywhere," he ran an anxious hand through his hair. "you've gotta help me find her."

"bro, i just saw her outside two seconds ago. you sure you checked everywhere," brock chuckled lightly, shoving his shoulder playfully.

"oh my god," he groaned to which brock laughed harder. "i hate you."

he immediately made his way to the back porch, brock following behind him as they saw you alone with a guy they didn't recognize. quinn stopped in his tracks, looking back at brock who gave him the same look.

"who the fuck is that guy?"

"i don't know but.. is she wearing his jacket," brock squinted, trying to get a better look.

the feeling in quinn's chest was unrecognizable. it was a burning rage, a flaming heat he'd never felt before. his heart thumped rapidly against his chest, his fingers clenched into fists and his jaw turned sharper than ever.

before brock could hold him back, he was already walking towards you. brock texted elias immediately, not knowing what was about to happen but he wanted him to be here incase quinn did something stupid.

mickey was actually quite charming after some cleaner words came out of his mouth. you were laughing at one of his jokes as the jacket around your shoulders fell to the ground and a familiar arm snaked around your waist.

"quinn!" you exclaimed, giving him a smile. he didn't return it back, almost making you cower back but you shrugged it off. "this is mickey, he's podz's friend."

oh, quinn was sure to give his teammate an earful at practice. he simply glared at the boy who took a drag from his cigarette.

"get the fuck away from her."

your throat ran dry at quinn's unexpected words, mickey nearly choking.

"quinn," you gasped. "don't be rude."

"i'm not being rude, he's getting too close to you and you're mine. back the fuck off," he held his ground, holding you firmly.

"okay, okay," mickey held his hands up in surrender. "didn't know she was yours, little dude."

he walked away and laughter flooded both your ears from behind. you turned to find brock and elias hunched over in hysterics, furrowing your eyebrows before looking back at quinn.

"what was that? what's gotten into you, he was being nice," you frowned, watching his eyes shift from a soft gaze back to the hard one he was sporting just a minute ago.

he let you go and shuffled over to the jacket on the ground, stepping on it aggressively before kicking it away.

"he wasn't being nice," he turned back to you. "guys like that aren't nice to girls like you without a good reason."

"quinn, that's mean."

he sighed before taking a deep breath. you were right, he'd gone way too far. the more brock and elias kept laughing, the more you wanted to join them but you had to keep a straight face.

"you're right, i'm sorry. i don't know what got into me—"

"you were jealous," the boys walked over, elias swinging his arm around quinn's shoulders. "admit it, you were jealous."

brock did the same to you and you smiled up at him. "he was just talking, quinn. you were so mean, plus you kicked his jacket into the mud over there."

quinn's head whipped towards where brock's hand pointed and his face clenched in disbelief. the expensive leather jacket was covered in thick mud and he couldn't believe what he'd done because of a stupid emotion he'd never felt until now.

"okay.. maybe i was a little jealous."

"we know you were, little dude."

[icallhimjoey]

Only Temporary

♥ ♥          Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Joe needs a temporary living space, and you happen to have a spare room to let. One plus one equals two, baby.

CW / disclaimer: rpf (don’t read if this makes you uncomfy), fem!reader, swearing (lots), fluff 

Author’s note: this is the last part, sadface. The summary didn't need adding onto, I don't think. Also, we all hate Tom and we all love Eddie, join our club. (rewritten 15 nov 2023)

Wordcount: 3.5K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

  “Bye!”

Your goodbyes were short and dispassionate. 

A quick wave at the door with everyone still sat around the breakfast table, enjoying conversation, and having second helpings of whatever they liked most. 

It felt a little like thanking your dentist and telling him goodbye after you had him prod around in your mouth for forty minutes. 

You knew each other on another level, and it felt like there should be heartfelt hugs, but that wasn’t the relationship you had with your family.

Instead, you’d taken two bottles of water from the fridge for your drive, walked past the table and said “That was fun, guys. See you on the next one!” and hadn’t even bothered to stop by the door as a chorus of goodbyes from the table saw you out. 

Joe followed suit and it was only minutes later that you were back in the car, on the road together, on the way back to your flat.  

You recounted the morning, and Joe saw you sink into the seat like you hadn’t relaxed in weeks. 

“And?” you asked Joe, whose eyes danced between the road and you. 

“Any regrets on offering to tag along?” 

“The sand in my underwear says yes,” Joe joked, making you laugh. 

You couldn’t deny that you’d had fun, but you knew it was mostly because Joe had been there too. 

You were not going to tell him that, though. 

Obviously. 

“You’re going to have to come to one of my family get-togethers next, to teach us your family’s way of playing football,” Joe said, and he reached over to squeeze your knee before quickly pulling his hand back to grip the steering wheel. 

You felt the skin that he’d touched burn.

Joe cleared his throat loudly, and you didn’t know why it suddenly felt weird in the car, but for some reason, it did. 

In a bid to fan away the fluttery feeling in your stomach, you turned up the radio and let music fill the car to help drown out the thoughts milling around in your head. 

You tried to convince yourself that it was all figments of your own imagination, but you couldn’t even look at Joe’s hands with his fingers curled around your steering wheel. 

Tight grip. White knuckles.

Shit. 

Stop looking.

So, you sipped from your bottle of water, hummed along to the music as casually as you could, and looked out of the window at the rolling hills, thinking of what you were going to wear later for your date with Tom; the man you should be thinking about right now.

The air between the two of you remained tense, but you ignored it.

Said nothing, until after about half an hour, Joe decided against better judgement to just spit out what was on his mind. 

“Don’t go,” he suddenly said, right as you were about to gulp down a mouthful of water, making you cough and wheeze for air as some of it found its way down your windpipe.

“Shit, I’m- fuck, I’m so sorry,” Joe reached over a hand, eyes darting between you and the road, unsure what his hand would do to help you. 

You swatted it away fast as you coughed, water dripping down your chin. 

“Don’t go where?” you spoke with a constricted voice, and you used both your hands to wipe at your chin, your sleeves now spotting sizeable wet patches on either side. 

Charming. 

“I don’t- ugh…” Joe winced at himself. “I don’t think... Tom’s not, I don’t think he’s a good guy,” 

Um.

What?

You stared at Joe who now kept his eyes firmly on the road ahead of him. It was easier to get out what had been plaguing him for a second without having to look at you.

Joe went on to explain how he’d seen your neighbour earlier that week, walking into his building across the road from you, with another woman, how he had then decided to stay out of it, but that now... he felt like he had to tell you, so at least you knew. 

You know, before actually going on your first date with the literal man of your dreams. 

You remained silent all throughout Joe’s monologue and felt the urge to escape the car grow within your limbs. 

There was no chance of escape, though, obviously. 

You were going down the motorway at sixty miles per hour. 

Joe could literally go on and talk for all he was worth, and you’d just have to sit there and listen to him as he spewed things about your neighbour that you didn’t want to hear.

“People have siblings,” you reasoned immediately, all defensive. “And friends.” 

“They were making out a lot for siblings, I think,” Joe’s voice was soft, but it felt like he was making a joke, and it had anger bubbling up your throat.

“You’re overstepping.” You sternly said, because he was. 

“Sorry, I’m just trying to… I don’t know, protect you? I guess?”

You didn’t appreciate that.

“I don’t need protecting.” You huffed.

“I just thought you should know.” Joe’s eyes glanced at you, seething beside him, and he regretted even bringing it up at all.

“Okay, thanks for telling me then. Can we please talk about something else?” 

You didn’t talk about anything else. 

The rest of the drive home was silent, and as you stared out the window, you let resentment grow inside of your chest. 

Even when you tried to forgo it by trying to phone your friend, who you still hadn’t talked to, you got her voicemail. 

Again. 

Fucking bitch. 

You had to actively remind yourself you had a crush on Tom. That was who you were: a jobless, single, dumb old idiot with an orange tomcat who had feelings for her neighbour who lived opposite you and drove a range rover. You’d had those feelings for ages and they were a part of you now. 

But then Joe moved into your flat and had the audacity to just go ahead and change all of that? 

You realised your anger was mostly aimed at yourself, which in turn only angered you more. 

Come on! 

You’d actually bagged yourself a date with your neighbour, who was meant to be the love of your life, and now Joe was telling you that you should be careful of him? 

All kind, and sweet, and charming? 

What a dick.

Your thoughts ran rogue, and you knew the underlying feelings present, but were set on not facing them. 

Not right now. 

You had a date tonight, for fuck’s sake. With the man you’d been lusting over for months. You weren’t going to let Joe screw that up for you. 

When you pulled into your street, Joe stopped the car outside your flat. 

“Head inside, I’ll find a parking spot,”  

Ugh. 

He had to stop. 

You stomped out of the car like a grumpy teenager and slammed the door a tad too hard. 

Inside, you immediately locked yourself in the bathroom for a proper everything-shower. You made sure to wash and condition, several times, to exfoliate every inch of skin on you, and to shave every single strand of hair from the ears down. 

Because who knew who was going to be seeing what tonight, you thought. 

You weren’t one to bare all on the first date, but the way Joe had pissed you off, you almost wanted to get into Tom’s bed to prove Joe a point. 

Except, doing just that was probably only going to be proving Joe right, in this case. 

So, then the shaving became an act just for yourself, just so you’d feel smoother. 

And sexier. 

Perfect reasoning for a perfect date with the perfect man. 

It just... it was annoying you that you couldn’t remember the colour of his eyes, the way you could remember Joe’s. 

“You ruined it!” you yelled into your house as you walked from the bathroom to your bedroom after you shower. 

“What’s that?” Joe’s voice travelled from the living room where he was cradling Eddie in his arms like a baby.

“You ruined it before it even had a chance to properly kick off!” and you slammed your bedroom door shut, leaving Joe to read between lines he wasn’t sure he was even reading correctly at all. 

The piles of clothes in your bedroom took a minute to tidy up. Finding something for you to wear took even longer. 

When you eventually ventured out to head back into the bathroom to get started on your hair and make-up, you found Joe, standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall, facing your bedroom door. 

How long had he been there? 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything,” Joe said when you did your best to ignore him. You strode past him, stepped back into the bathroom, and started taking random make-up products from your bag which you placed on the ledge by the mirror one by one. 

“Have the best time, yea?” he then said and reached for his jacket from the coat stand. 

“Where you going?” you hated that you asked it. 

“Pub,” was all Joe said, and neither of you said goodbye as Joe walked out the door.  

It was eight o’clock on the dot when the doorbell rang. You’d been fanning yourself with your hands as you’d walked back and forth between the kitchen and living room for the past thirty minutes. Barefoot, because postponing putting your heels on meant you’d stand to wear them longer. 

Eddie had taken notice of your frantic movements and meowed at your loudly from up on the kitchen table, a spot he knew very well he wasn’t allowed to be. 

You were too busy trying to wave cool air onto your chest to help fade the blotches that had formed there, and unfortunately for Eddie, you didn’t have time to pick him up and nuzzle into his fur like Joe had been doing earlier. 

“Tom,” you said, smiling your sweetest smile when you opened the door to a man holding a bouquet of flowers.  

“Thomas. I go by Thomas.” 

Oh. 

Funny way to greet you... 

The problem wasn’t that his way of saying hi to you was to correct you on his name; it was the juxtaposition you immediately noticed between him and Joe. 

You remembered how Joe had corrected your friend when she had tried to call him Joseph, opting for the more informal shortened version of it. 

Tom, Thomas, however, seemed to be of a different breed. 

Strike one, spoke a voice inside your mind that you immediately tried to shush. 

He did bring you flowers, after all. 

“Oh, sorry. Thomas, hi. Come on in, I’m just finishing up,” you stepped aside and let your neighbour into your flat. Your flat, which had looked fine before but now seeing it through Thomas’s eyes, felt like a complete pigsty. 

You silently cursed at yourself for not having put your heels on before Thomas had rung your doorbell so you could’ve immediately left, and quickly dashed off into your bedroom whilst Thomas stepped foot into the living. 

“Oh, jeez,” You could hear him exclaim, and when you joined him, you were met with Eddie who seemed to have doubled in size and was glaring at your neighbour. 

Thick tail shaking high up above his arched back and with ears flattened back against his head, he looked just about ready to pounce. 

“Eddie!” You tried, but Thomas let out a nervous laugh. 

“Cats tend not to like me much. Doesn’t help that I’m allergic,” 

Shit.

Strike two. 

“Eddie tends to not like humans,” you justified. “Trust me, it’s not you,” you tried to convince yourself as much as you tried to convince Thomas. 

“Ready to go?” he looked like he couldn’t wait to get out of your flat. 

At the restaurant, Thomas showcased how much of a gentleman he was. He held your chair out for you to sit, got champagne for the two of you and told the waiter it was a special occasion, not revealing it was just your first date together. 

Thomas was all polished jawline, strong brow, dark hair, and he smelled divine. 

Textbook handsome in his pale blue shirt, you thought. And, he drove a fucking range rover. This man had success written all over him.

You felt like you didn’t measure up. 

Sat across the table from him, you tried to search for faults of his – just, any obvious imperfections – but just from looking at him, there weren’t any. 

You, on the other hand, had many faults, and it was easy for you to list them in your mind:  

-       Your life was shit, for one -       You left dirty laundry on the floor all the time -       Your sofa was covered in cat hair -       You barely ever flossed -       You didn’t know how to drive your own car properly -       You didn’t have a job, a pension plan or any savings left at this point -       You left rings all over your own coffee table, you didn’t own any coasters -       Your freezer hadn’t been defrosted in over a year -       You had no idea what to do with flavoured olive oils -       You unhealthily romanticized the idea of dating your neighbour  -       You had a crush on your flatmate -       Shit. -       You had a crush.  -       On your flatmate.  -       Shitting shit, shit.

You snapped back into the conversation Thomas was seemingly having with himself, because you hadn’t been listening at all. 

You looked at your glass of champagne and downed the full thing in one go. The bubbles fizzed up into your nose, and you had to hold back a sneeze. 

Thomas was talking about how he’d been plucking up the courage to ask you out for months. Hardly the right time to spray champagne all over him. 

“There was never a right time,” he said. “We kept bumping into each other, but I was scared of looking like an idiot.” 

He was saying all the correct words as you refilled your glass, tempted to just have a sip from the bottle itself, and had Joe not put the image of him making out with another girl in front of his flat earlier this week into your head, you would probably have swooned. 

“You were scared?” you gave a condescending chuckle, not believing a word of it. 

Had he seen you?  

“Well, yea,” he said, and smiled at you. You were sure it was meant to be cute, but to you, it all felt brazen. 

No, get it together, you thought. 

You reminded yourself you were at a fancy restaurant, with a sweet man, who was very handsome. So, you talked about your weekend, your dad’s birthday, your awful stepmother, and with every joke you made, Thomas didn’t laugh. At one point he even went, “I don’t get it,” and left you to explain why playing football the way your family played it was more fun than boring old regular footy. 

And then he still didn’t get it. 

When Thomas excused himself to go to the bathroom, you sighed when you tried to pour yourself another drink from an empty bottle. You’d drank all of it, and Thomas hadn’t made you laugh once. 

You squeezed your eyes shut tightly as you listened to your mind whisper: strike three.  

Was it just Joe’s words that had slowly convinced you Thomas wasn’t who you had imagined him to be? You tried to convince yourself that dating several women at once was fine; you weren’t exclusive, this was only your first date. 

But you weren’t actually fine with that. 

You tried to imagine if you would’ve liked Thomas better if Joe hadn’t told you about the other woman he’d seen him with, but the mental image of Thomas stayed the same. 

It was tainted now, and you wondered why you had ever even lusted after him to begin with. You’d been so head over heels for this guy, and for what? 

You stared helplessly at the breadbasket Thomas hadn’t touched – “Too many carbs for me, but go ahead, have some,” – and you felt your fantasy of Thomas and you living together happily ever after fading fast. 

When he came back to the table, you did the unthinkable before your mind could catch up with you. 

“I need to leave,” you were on your feet before Thomas could even get a word in. 

“Let me know how much this was, I’ll pay you back for it,” and without looking back, you marched out the door, leaving behind your dumbfounded neighbour who was left to scramble at what he had done wrong to have you walk out on him before the main course had even been served. 

Instead of going home, you headed for the pub. It wasn’t a long walk, and with the large, angry steps you were talking, heels scraping against the pavement, it took no time for you to get there.  

Walking in, the crowd was made of up families and groups of friends finishing up their Sunday roasts, as well as people stood around holding their drinks, double fisting large pints, having chats. 

It was loud inside, and you scanned the room from the doorway until you spotted him. 

There. 

By the bar. 

Pint in hand. 

Talking in a group of three. 

Actor friends, you were sure.

You beelined straight over to him, bumping into strangers’ shoulders as you went, and when you were just a few steps away, Joe saw you.

“Hey, what are you doing here? You seem–” 

You silenced him by planting your lips right onto his, arms slung around his neck with your chest pressed up against him tightly. Joe didn’t try to resist – it would have been useless anyway. You had more champagne in your system than was good for you, and you were all riled up with emotions. 

The poor boy didn’t stand a chance. 

For a second, Joe was frozen. Unsure of what was happening. But then, behind you, one of Joe’s friends took Joe’s drink out of his hand and you felt how he took hold of you, wrapping his arms around, and how he started kissing you back. 

It took a few seconds for the two of you to be making out like teenagers, and you heard people snicker beside you. 

Pulling back, you glared at him.

“Thomas is shit.” 

You kissed him again. 

“You’re shit.” 

Another kiss. 

“Honestly, such a shithead.” 

And another.

“I am,” Joe agreed, speaking into your mouth. 

“The biggest shithead.” 

Joe pulled you into him until your feet weren’t touching the floor anymore, and he felt the bar press hard into his back. You kissed roughly, passionately, in a way that would make anyone watching you uncomfortable until you had to pull back to catch your breath. 

When your feet found the floor again, you suddenly pushed back forcefully and slapped Joe against his shoulder with a flat hand. 

You were mad, still.

“What did you have to do that for?” what you accused Joe of, you weren't even sure, but your voice was so annoyed, and the frown etched deep into your face accompanied it perfectly. 

Joe fucking loved it. 

“How could I not have? You’re shit,” Joe said and was quick to pull you in for another kiss. 

“You are such a shithead.” 

And you agreed, sinking deeper into Joe’s lips as his hands found your cheeks to hold, and his hot breath caressed your face. 

“This is the weirdest kiss I’ve ever witnessed,” you heard one of Joe’s friends say, who were both still stood beside you. 

“Fuck off,” Joe spoke between kisses. 

“Yea, fuck off,” you repeated, entirely unaware of who you were speaking to, and you felt Joe smile against your mouth.  

You could both be shit. 

Could both have shitty lives, because you were convinced that they’d cancel each other out just fine.

The sudden vibration in your pocket pulled you right out of the kiss, and back into the pub you were both stood in. When you quickly checked to see who was calling you – you were kind of hoping it was Thomas, just so you could tell him to fuck off as well – you saw it was your friend, finally returning the countless calls you’d made. 

You shot your eyes up at Joe, who had also seen your phone’s display, and for a moment you contemplated not picking up. Sending her call to voicemail felt like the payback she deserved.  

“Pick up. Tell her we kissed,” Joe nudged you and smiled, holding out his hand for his friend to pass him back his drink. 

And you smiled back, because that was exactly what you wanted to do. 

“I’ll see you back at the flat in what, thirty minutes?” 

“Thirty minutes,” you repeated, all giddy and stupid when Joe winked at you as you started moving towards the exit.

“Bitch,” You answered your phone. “Guess the fuck what? I’m about to test-drive your plan B.” 

"What?!"

And you almost skipped on your way home. 

Life suddenly didn’t seem so shit anymore. 

It could only go up from here.

the end

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