#my first Quinn fic and it's on their birthday

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Birthday Jacket Interview - Quinn

Today's date, April 4th, marked a special occasion. The birthday of a certain individual named Quinn. Said birthday fella was standing in Ramshackle's lounge, swinging back and forth on their heels with their hands in the pockets of the jacket given to them for this special occasion. The outfit was rather comfy, they had to admit. As for the lounge, it was decorated with streamers and balloons, a sign with the words HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! hanging on a rather large window. On the table were baked sweets, courtesy of the dorm's prefect who had currently left them alone.

"Ah, it's finally my birthday." They acknowledged with a smile before pursing their lips and rubbing their hand absentmindedly. "Hm. Nicole said that I'd get a birthday interview by one of the students here. I wonder who it's gonna be though."

"Happy birthday, Quinn!" As if on que, a certain bat fae popped up upside down infront of them with a friendly smile as if he wasn't trying to scare the living daylights out of them. Which he succeeded in doing.

"AHHH!!" With a startled screech, Quinn instinctively aimed their fist to punch him. Fortunately, Lilia's reflexes were fast and he was able to block their punch on time. Quickly realizing who it was, they pulled their hand back, putting it on their hip. "Lilia? You're the one who's gonna be interviewin' me?"

"Fufufu. Your reactions never fail to amuse me." He admitted with an amused chuckle. "Yes, I'm going to be the one interviewing you on your special day. But first..." He disappeared for a split second before appearing on the floor, handing them what appeared to be a jewelry box. "What kind of friend would I be if I didn't bring you a gift?"

Their expression turned into an interested one as they took the box from him. Curiosity taking the better of them, they opened the lid to see a small silver chain, a single bat shaped pendant attached to it, the black jewels it was filled with glistening in the light. Their emerald eyes widened in surprise, sparkling with amazement.

"I noticed that you sometimes wear a pair of bat earrings among other accessories you change daily and I thought it would be nice to give you something to go along with them. Seems like I was right on the money based on your reaction." Lilia explained, chuckling at their expression.

"Huh. Honestly, I ain't surprised you noticed that." Quinn admitted, chuckling. "Thanks though. I was actually savin' thaumarks on getting it, so your gesture is much appreciated." Then they walked to the table and put the box there before going back to the old fae.

"Oh, I'm glad I could be of help then. Even though it was unintentional." Lilia smiled, crossing his arms. "Now, are you ready to start the interview?"

They nodded rather eagerly. "Yessir! Bring me them questions!"

He chuckled at their excitement before asking the first question. "Alright. First question. If you could bring someone with you on a deserted island, who would it be? However, it can't be someone from your dorm."

"Deserted island, huh...?" They mumbled, fidgeting with the jacket's buttons thoughtfully, taking their sweet time to think of the answer. Good thing the bat fae was a patient individual. After a minute, they replied. "Hm... I'd probably bring you if I'm being honest."

"Oh?" He seemed intrigued by the answer, putting a hand on his chin as the other was tucked underneath his elbow. "And why is that?"

"Well, you just give me those vibes that you have great survival skills. And I trust you're gonna make sure neither of us fucks up. You can probably use your magic to teleport us back here, but if whatever reason you can't, maybe you didn't have your magestone or something and we know how dangerous that can be, I imagine Hornton sending a search party for us." Quinn explained, fidgeting with the bowtie on their outfit. Malleus, Lilia, Silver and Sebek were close like a family in Quinn's eyes. If there was one thing they learned, it was that family shouldn't turn their backs on each other.

"Hmm..." Lilia hummed in thought. "I'll admit those are some pretty valid points." He said before deciding to move on. "Anyway, next question. If you could transfer to any other dorm, which would it be?"

"An interesting question, I'll admit." They pursed their lips, their hand resting on their waist. "I'd say..." they trailed off, fingers tapping against their hip. "Probably Savanaclaw. And not only because their courtyard has enough space to let me practice my acrobatics without worrying about breaking anything. Except for my equipment or bones."

"Savanaclaw, huh? You answered that one faster than the last one." He noticed, chuckling. "Honestly, I can see you being in said dorm. You're quite the persistent individual and know how to put those territorial beastmen in their place."

"Damn right." Quinn replied in a sassy manner, nodding.

Lilia chuckled before his lips formed a mischievous smile. "Now, do you know what's coming?"

Luckily for Quinn, Nicole was considerate enough to tell them everything that was gonna go down in the interview. So, they were aware of what was coming after the questions. "The gift of good fortune?" They guessed, knowing they were right.

"Khee he he~ That's right!" He snickered as a paper plate with pink cream appeared in his hand. "Now, don't try to dodge or else your year is gonna be pretty unfortunate~" Lilia warned with a mischievous smirk and a playful glint in his wine red eyes before aiming to throw the cream at them.

While Quinn couldn't dodge, they could at least try to shield their face and hair. As Lilia threw the plate, they were quick to bring their arms up, making the cream stain the sleeves of the jacket, some of it managing to get on their chest.

#my first Quinn fic and it's on their birthday #I wanted to come up with a more creative title but didn't have the braincells for it #also I made a poll on Amino about it and the jacket won so... #I don't know if I should post their birthday jacket since I use Gacha Life 2 #but I can give you the idea of my Ramshackle birthday jacket #basically the dorm's color with hints of the wearer's color #for example Quinn's is grey and green #okay enough rambling time for the actual tags #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst oc #quinn johnson #lilia vanrouge #random's stuff

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pleaseee i think we all deserve a joseph quinn “wired interview” fic :))

WIRED INTERVIEW. + JOSEPH QUINN

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? [ ❥ ] synopsis. one of Joseph's first interviews following the premiere of the new season and his public disclosure of his relationship. author's note. tis my birthday!

[ ❥ ] pairing. joseph quinn x reader

[ ❥ ] word count. 1.5k

[ ❥ ] genre and warnings. Fluff, actor!reader, black coded, based this from Kim and Pete’s relationship, Joseph being smitten, literally just fluff series masterlist.

Y/N L/N & joseph quinn Answer the Web's Most Searched Questions | WIRED

The interview starts off pretty tame. The couple that sat in the white room in front of the camera beamed with perfect happy smiles.

Joseph could not help but to touch Y/n in any way that he could.

Many of the fans suspect that his love language might have been touch from the complications and tiktoks of the male always reaching to hug/grab/hold the woman.

Joe wasn’t shy about his smitten state over Y/n that festered throughout the young years of the actors knowing each other. I

f there's one thing that the internet has been talking about since the opening week of Stranger Things releasing their new anticipated season, it's the new couple on set: Y/n L/N and Joseph Quinn’s rumored relationship.

After the pair met in the following year for the production of season four of Stranger Things, they've been spotted together a number of times, including the very adorable trending clips of them trending of the pair being more than friendly, begging the question from their fans: are they an item?

Just weeks after the release of the new season, Joseph and Y/n were spotted holding hands during an outing in NYC on what seemed to be a double date with their co-stars Natalia Dyer and Charlie Heaton at a pricey restaurant in the city.

Photos of the pair caused fans to speculate that maybe it just wasn't their characters that had a connection as well, though a source told People at the time, "Since we’re like one big close-knit circle of friends just being friends, it might come off that way to other people."

Following the many sightings, Joseph and Y/n were reported to have gone on a more private dinner date at another iconic Italian eatery, Campania's, in New York's Staten Island.

A source told Page Six, "Y/n arranged a dinner on the rooftop privately," adding that they didn't bring security with them and "quietly were able to sneak in and out."

A report from E! at the time also revealed why Joseph apparently likes Y/n, saying, "Y/n is a very down-to-earth person, who seems very grounded and humble every time that they hang out."

People reported that Joseph and Y/n were seen mingling a lot together during the after party of the Stranger Things watch party. Sources show proof of the pair together in almost every video that was posted from the small party that was attended mostly by the cast and production along with friends.

A source told People at the time that the couple was "always together." It was a "big night for them," another source told E! News. "But it seemed like they were in their own universe." The source also said the two didn’t want to be perceived as a couple in public. "They were careful not to show too much PDA with so many eyes around."

With the entirety of the entire internet (including Dojacat) wondering what was going on between the pair, Joseph decided to settle things earlier this week, during his current appearance at Comic Con, where a fan asked the long awaited question about the situation.

"I think everyone just wants to know—me mostly because, hello, you’re both so fine—but is it really just a rumor or are you and Y/N really an item?" The fan asked as the audience voiced their approval of the question. "Or is it all just, like, really good PR? You have to be honest."

Joseph couldn't seem to contain his blushful glance as he playfully fauxed an eye roll, dramatically leaning back from his chair as the crowd seemed to get louder with anticipation of his answer before responding: "I'm more offended honestly that you guys think it was all just a PR stunt." 

Understandably, the crowd completely lost it for a moment before Joseph finally said, "I mean, we made out that one time in public and the next day she was just scrolling through twitter and all the replies were just like "guys, they're just besties, calm the hell down" and I’ve never been more concerned because we weren't even trying to hide it, it was more just waiting until everyone caught on."

Over on social media, the fans could not contain their excitement over the topic of conversation. "Love a black woman to infinity to infinity!!" said one twitter user with the clip of the reveal, with another adding, "I know I'm biting her fucking pillow and peeling back her fucking wig because of this one lmaooo."

Joseph and Y/n just keep getting cuter and cuter since their relationship became public. Finally, the actors share their first ever pictures together as a couple.

Y/n posted to her instagram page a grid of pictures that left fans in a frenzy. The spam of posts featuring Joseph and her wrapped in each other's embrace during the start of the new season's long production revealed to fans the long timeline of their relationship. 

The pictures in question are captioned: "I'm sorry that you seemed to be confused…" Many suspect that the caption was to shade Doja Cat, the artist getting into quite a situation with Y/n’s younger costar Noah Schnapp, after taking to Instagram Live to publicly post their Instagram direct message conversation in a since-deleted TikTok.

In the exchange, the rapper asked the actor to help set her up with his co-star Joseph Quinn, which Y/n/L/n seemed to not take much interest in.

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“Okay well you have to say it,” Y/n gestured with her ombre french tip nails, adjusting her brown wrap halter top from the hem that snug onto her brown skin just perfectly. Joseph gave a sort of side glance to the woman as his eyebrows creased. 

“Cause’ It’ll sound better coming from you.” The whine in Y/ns voice was clear, not it an annoyed way just in the way of being playful when behind the camera a slight hesitation in leaning into his immediate touch.

“Honey, I think you sound just fine.” He reached to squeeze the plush on the woman's thigh, the high of her olive green mini skirt that covered only her middle thigh. 

“Oh fuck off—hello, im Y/n L/n and this is,” the pair giggled at the drastic and dramatic mood switch that conterted Y/n features, the woman raising her hand to cover her smile subconsiously as she laughed brightly.

“Joseph Quinn.” Joseph answered with his voice peaking into a more gentle softer tone because of the laughter.

“And today we’re doing the wired autocomplete interview!” 

Autocomplete suggests the most common searches on the internet. 

So WIRED asked Joseph and Y/n L/n some of the internet’s burning questions.

The video cuts to Joseph sitting with his legs folded, the white board littered with questions perched on to the start of his knee joint, which formed a bend.

Setting the board at an angle so it was sort of presented to Y/n as she sat a little off to the side, the questions all started with her name as she slouched into a more comfortable sitting posture to subconsciously lean more into Joseph as the interview continued.

"How old was Y/n in the Bruno Mars video?" the first question shot off as Joseph peeled the paper away, revealing the answer as he flipped the strip from his bed of his thumb.

His dark brown eyes glistened under the studio light as he glanced at the woman with a content smile, watching the start of a smile creep onto her glossed lips, Y/n glancing up at the ceiling in thought. "I was like, 21ish when I recorded the song." 

"Can I just say how cool it is that you’ve casually been just a song for such an amazing artist?" Joseph interpreted as Y/n giggled at the compliment, her shoulders bouncing with her laughter as he added. "Like how many people can just casually say, "Oh yeah, I was in a Bruno Mars and Anderson Paak music video?" That's insane to me." 

"Does Y/n…play the drums?" the question making Joseph's lips pout out as he menetally recalled the many times he would beg you to play the drums for him after seeing the dedication you put into learning the instrument for the show, your character being the outcast with big round glasses but a killer drumming skill, your average height being just below Sadie Sinks, giving you an advantage to be in the younger iconic cast, being an award-winning favorite when introduced in the second season. 

"Uh, yes? Kind of, not as much as outside of the show, but I still had to learn a lot for the show." She was fidgeting with the underside of her nails. "It's sort of annoying sometimes though, because I really love having a decent nail length and I remember having a really cute nail set during production and the stylist was just like, "yeah, rip those off for me." I’ve never been more pissed." 

"Who is Y/n L/n dating?" The question led the couple to smile at each other, Y/n leaving a gestured thumb to her boyfriend of almost 3 years.

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✧ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐒 ♔

a list of all of my favorite fics that i have read

all fic recs can also be found here ➵ fic recs! or under 'sunny lune's fic recs'

fics sorted into categories, then organized by person

✎ NHL ⇘ : :

➺ hurt romance | nico hischier ➵ @sc0tters

⤷ extra notes: i freaking loved this, i was looking for a fic with hurt nico

➺ rest time | nico hischier ➵ @heavenlyhischier

⤷ extra notes: i love abby's writing, that's all

➺ ice princess | nico hischier ➵ @emaanemaa

⤷ extra notes: this was so adorable, i giggled when ever nico said princess

➺ don't worry, i'm here | nico hischier ➵ @leaentries

⤷ extra notes: more nico comfort

➺ christmas tree farm | nico hischier ➵ @lvrzegras

➺ shield | nico hischier ➵ @leaentries

⤷ extra notes: protective nico is my drug

➺ i'm not letting you drive home in this condition | nico hischier ➵ @generalllimaginesss

➺ missing you | nico hischier ➵ @sc0tters

⤷ extra notes: too good not to tell you about

➺ clockwork | nico hischier ➵ @kelseys-version

⤷ extra notes: nico and taylor? esepcially tonight (2/17) sold

➺ off-limits | nico hischier ➵ @hischierhoney

⤷ extra notes: this was the perfect mix of cute/adorable and hilarious. i couldn't tell you how many times i actually laughed out loud because of this. and plus, it's nico x hughes!sister a guilty pleasure of mine

➺ felt feelings | jack hughes ➵ @sc0tters

⤷ extra notes: amber is a reoccuring theme here, so deal with it

➺ jack blurb ➵ @luke-hughes43

➺ late night blues | jack hughes ➵ @sweetestdesire

⤷ extra notes: I will never get over her fics, ever. jack made me swoon here

➺ 4:41 am | jack hughes ➵ @sweetestdesire

⤷ extra notes: this made me want ice cream but it was comforting

➺ the start of it all | jack hughes ➵ @babydollmarauders

⤷ extra notes: part of her el!hughes au, it's so adorable, i read it more times then i would like to admit

➺ pieces | luke hughes ➵ @gisellaswrld

⤷ extra notes: this was so heartbreaking but it was so comforting

➺ breathless | luke hughes ➵ @goldengleams

⤷ extra notes: i love these types of fics

➺ dawn awakening | luke hughes ➵ @sweetestdesire

⤷ extra notes: giggling, screaming, kicking my feet, giggling more

➺ sara | luke hughes ➵ @angelicsoka

⤷ extra notes: i knew i was going to be obsessed with this as soon as i read the first line and i was so blown away with her writing! read the trigger warnings, of course, but definitely give this a read if you won’t be triggered, it’s an absolutely beautiful piece of work

➺ missin' you | luke hughes ➵ @bluewxrld07

⤷ extra notes: my luke side was strong when i read this, it was so so so good

➺ viktory kisses | quinn hughes ➵ @wintfleur

⤷ extra notes: the fact that this is the only quinn fic on here is criminal, i need more (loved this fic!)

➺ jealous quinn blurb ➵ @thedevilrisen

⤷ extra notes: i audibly giggled after reading this (and during too)

➺ a guided hand | quinn hughes ➵ @sweetestdesire

⤷ extra notes: it's quinn and brynn! (also it's her birthday as i'm writing this so go send her love... do it)

➺ the accident | quinn hughes ➵ @bedsyandco

⤷ extra notes: part of an au but it's so good, please read it. i have a soft spot for these kind of fics (and quinn)

➺ this is me trying | hughes!sister ➵ @aliaology

⤷ extra notes: hughes!sister is my favorite thing on my planet, so is this fic

➺ all-american bitch | hughes!sister + luca fantilli ➵ @luvhughes43

⤷ extra notes: hughes!sister, need i say more?

➺ i look at you wondering where your mind is at; you're the first choice in my heart always | brock boeser x hughes!sister ➵ @gisellaswrld

➺ how you get the girl | connor bedard ➵ @lvrzegras

⤷ extra notes: taylor swift and connor bedard? sold, take my money

➺ connor blurb/insta edit ➵ @ijustreallylovethem

⤷ extra notes: raegan!!!!

➺ kisses & cuddles | connor bedard ➵ @huggybearluvr

⤷ extra notes: connor girlies, this is for you... read it!

➺ linear progress | cole caufield ➵ @bagopucks

⤷ extra notes: i'm still sobbing and thinking about this

➺ unspoken titles | jamie drysdale ➵ @sc0tters

⤷ extra notes: i wasn't sure if i felt worse or better after reading this fic (jamie trade)

➺ catching flights | luca fantilli ➵ @missjomarch

➺ miss you, quietly | luca fantilli ➵ @bitchinbarzal

⤷ extra notes: i sobbed, multiple times, even after i read it

➺ talk to you | fraser minten ➵ @bitchinbarzal

⤷ extra notes: this was so fucking adorable, i can't

✎ F1 ⇘ : :

➺ me and you vs. the world | lando norris ➵ @theemporium

➺ breaking point | landoscar ➵ @adventuringblind

➺ pretty woman moment | max verstappen ➵ @pucksandpower

⤷ extra notes: i love pretty woman and i love max verstappen

✎ AU'S ⇘ : :

➺ waking up in vegas | matthew tkachuk x hughes!sister ➵ @doc-pickles

⤷ extra notes: i was hooked immediately

➺ feather | luke hughes ➵ @diorsluv

⤷ extra notes: i got serve emotional whiplash from this, you won't regret it

➺ penalty box | trevor zegras ➵ @starsandhughes

⤷ extra notes: probably one of the first, if not the first nhl thing I’ve read on here, both series and fic wise. fell in love immediately and I never stop thinking about them. kay is one of my favorite writers and I will never get over or stop talking about her writing

➺ cover me in sunshine | gabe perreault ➵ @hischier-papaya

⤷ extra notes: you best believe that all of the au's i am secretly in on with cam are going on here once she gets them posted. i am so fucking excited for this au, gabe and ollie are gonna be my roman empire

#sunny lune's fic recs #hockey #nhl #fic recs #jack hughes #jh86 #nico hischier #nh13 #luke hughes #lh43 #quinn hughes #qh43 #jamie drysdale #jd9 #cole caufield #luca fantilli #connor bedard #cb98 #max verstappen #lando norris

[buttercupjosh]

Jump Then Fall (The 4 times everyone else thinks you’re Quinn’s romantic partner and the 1 time you actually are)

(Gif credit to @gabelandeskog)

Word count: 5,045

Genres: strangers to friends to lovers

Warnings: none

A/N: I’ve had this specific idea in my mind for about 2 years but never wrote it out because I decided to write other things first and took certain things from this concept and kinda put it into my other stories but after Quinn was named captain in September 2023, I decided to write it out. (Speaking of my other stories, I did write a Quinn fic in 2022, which you should check out). The title and this story is based off of the song, Jump Then Fall by Taylor Swift. It’s set from this past week (October 7th-14th), with additional fictional elements added. (Yes, I decided to publish it on Quinn's birthday because why not?) It’s written with a female reader in mind because I’m a female of color but the reader doesn’t specifically have to be a POC or a woman and there’s little dialogue. As always, I’m open to any and all feedback, comments or questions; just put them in my inbox or dm me. Thank you so much in advance for reading, I appreciate it😌

(P.S. I have other stories (linked here) that I have written for other players as well if you want to check it out)

“I was enchanted to meet you” -Enchanted by Taylor Swift

Prologue

Losing in a fantasy sports league can come with many different types of punishment, whether it’s being forced to eat a pancake for every wrong player you picked or putting in extra money in the winning jackpot. Your punishment for losing in the fantasy sports league you participated in was wearing a very 2014 Tumblr-esque “lol ur not Quinn Hughes” shirt that your best friend got you as a gag gift for Christmas to a Canucks game. This punishment came at a convenient time when you already planned to be in Vancouver for a work conference. Accepting your fate, you proudly donned the cringey t-shirt at the game, and as expected, people did look at you weirdly. What you didn’t plan at all was that your game seats happened to be located next to where a group of some of the Canucks WAGs were sitting. Lenasia, Ethan Bear’s fiance, noticed your shirt and immediately began talking to you. You explained to her why you were wearing such a thing and that clicked an idea in her brain. Lenasia turned away, began talking again to the other WAGs she was with, and was also frantically texting someone. After a brief period, Lenasia faced back towards you and told you to wait after the game because she had a surprise for you. You had a slight inkling of what that surprise was but silently hoped that it didn’t actually come true. 

After the game was completed, Lenasia led you through the tunnels of Rogers Arena and told security that you were with her. It felt weird to hear her say that, considering that you just met her a few hours ago. You stood together outside of the Canucks locker room and the feeling of embarrassment continued to rise within you as the guys filed out, some of them laughed at your shirt and then, you saw him. Quinn was right there, less than 10 feet away from you. Your suspicions were right; you would have just settled for a signed item from him and have no interaction with him but you were actually going to meet him right now. You felt like you were going to pass out but tried your best to maintain your composure. Lenasia introduced you to Quinn and told him the same story of why you were wearing a shirt with his name on it. Quinn didn’t fully quite understand why the shirt was such a big deal but agreed to take the photo with you. He was nice enough to wrap his arm around you with a side hug and being that close together oddly felt natural and comfortable for two people who had just met for the first time. After the photo was finished being taken, Quinn kindly offered to sign your shirt so he inked his signature on your right shoulder. You thanked Quinn and Lenasia again for everything and left to return to your hotel. It was a lot to process but you were rightfully shocked that you started your night fulfilling some silly punishment and ended it by meeting the person whose name is on your shirt.

The following day, you sent the photo of you and Quinn from the night before to your friends and your friends joked in the groupchat that if you played your cards right, you might be next in line to date him. Yes, you posted about it on Instagram and tagged Quinn so everyone knew you actually met him. Since the day after you met was an off day, Quinn had some time to scroll through Instagram and he saw your post. Seeing your post led him to see all of your posts and eventually, he ended up in your DMs.

Do you always look that cute wearing someone’s name?, an Instagram message from a very familiar verified account read. You couldn’t believe it and thought you were somehow dreaming when you read Quinn’s message but it was very much real. You replied back: I guess I always do but I only wear the names of attractive guys and considering this is my only piece that has an athlete’s name, I guess you should consider yourself lucky ;) It felt odd to shamelessly flirt with a famous athlete (considering that most of them wouldn’t give you the time of day anyway) but it wasn’t like you were actually going to date him or be his friend anyway (or so you had thought).

The flirty interaction eventually led to the exchange of numbers and to a long message chain between the two of you that would extend on for months. You did return home from your trip to Vancouver and maintained a long-distance friendship with Quinn. Your friendship with Quinn was great; you trusted each other, shared some secrets, did virtual movie nights together sometimes, sent memes back and forth, told some of your closest friends and family about the other, and communicated on the phone constantly. Once of your favorite things to do with Quinn was that he would always call you during your morning commute to work and on his commute home after his games to decompress after the game. Since you didn’t live in an area where there was an NHL team, your options for seeing Quinn again in person were limited and you weren’t sure if you were going to ever see him again. It felt weird to ask about seeing each other in real life so everything was just kept online until one day, the timing was right to move things offline.

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About a year into your friendship, the right opportunity opened up for you to return to Vancouver to see Quinn again. To the delight of many, Quinn was named Captain of the Canucks and he invited you out to his first game as Captain. You were important enough to him that Quinn wanted you to be there to celebrate that amazing accomplishment; you were surprised by the invitation but excited at the prospect of seeing him again. You used some of your remaining vacation time and paid for your plane ticket to and from Vancouver; Quinn wanted to pay for something so he placed you to stay in the nicest hotel that Vancouver has to offer. You were thrilled to spend a week in Vancouver and hopefully make some fun memories with Quinn while you were there.

Your anticipation for seeing him was slightly halted when Quinn revealed that he couldn’t pick you up from the airport because your flight arrived at the same time that he had captain responsibilities to fulfill in the community so you and Quinn agreed to meet to have dinner later on that evening. Emma, Anthony Beauvillier’s girlfriend, picked you up from the airport to take you to the hotel; you had never met or interacted with Emma before but you appreciated her kind favor. The drive from Vancouver International Airport to the hotel (which Quinn did not tell you beforehand because he wanted it to be a surprise) was normally a 30-minute drive, which turned into an hour drive due to traffic. While you and Emma waited in the rush hour traffic, you talked and learned more about her, her relationship with Anthony, what things are like in Quebec, and what it’s like to be a hockey WAG. Emma had a lot of questions about your relationship with Quinn and was curious as to why you, his romantic partner, weren’t around as much before. You corrected Emma by telling her that you and Quinn were just friends and nothing more and you came to support him as your friend. 

“Are you sure you and Quinn are just friends because he must really like you a lot to pay for you to stay here?”, Emma asked as you pulled up to the Fairmount Waterfront hotel.

You replied yes, you were just his friend and she handed you over your room keys that were passed to her through the chain of command. You thanked Emma for giving you a ride and you both mentioned wanting to hang out with each other again.

Quinn was not kidding when he told you that you would be staying at the best hotel in Vancouver; your room had spectacular views of the Vancouver Harbor and was very fancy. As you got ready for your dinner with Quinn, you began to reflect on your conversation with Emma about him. You could admit that he was endearingly handsome and had qualities that you were looking for in a boyfriend but you and Quinn never really discussed romantic pursuits and outside of that initial flirty exchange when you first started talking to each other and the occasional compliment, there wasn’t much flirting really going on between you. You had always assumed that Quinn had someone, whether it was someone in Vancouver or in Michigan, waiting in the wings for him. Your thoughts were interrupted when you got a text from Quinn that he was coming up to the room. It was happening; for the first time in over a year, you got to see your internet best friend in person and you were ecstatic. Although he had a copy of the hotel room key, Quinn knocked on your hotel room door and a smile beamed across both of your faces as you recognized who was standing at the doorway. Quinn engulfed you in a long-awaited hug and you rocked back and forth. There were many areas in his life that made him feel delighted but hearing you laugh was one of the best sounds to him and holding you in his arms was the greatest feeling.

After separating, you realized that Quinn was dressed for a night in while you were dressed for a night out. The weather app indicated that a storm was rolling in so Quinn dressed to stay in at the hotel, order food, and have a movie night, while you were willing to brave the rain to try some of Vancouver’s cuisine. Quinn thought that you looked nice and wished that he communicated to you that Vancouver storms were no joke and you looking cute in your rain jacket wasn’t going to push him to go out in such weather either. He also really wanted to spend time with you without the distractions that come from him going out in public. You agreed to order in and changed into more comfy clothes while you waited for the food to arrive. Preseason hockey was over so Quinn decided to treat himself (and you) to some authentic Chinese food from his favorite place. As you and Quinn indulged on the delicious Chinese food, you began catching up with each other on what had occurred in your lives recently. As Quinn shared what had been going on his life lately, you heard all of the words he was saying but the only thing you were thinking about was how you just wanted to be together and you would lose focus sometimes as he spoke. You and Quinn kept talking so much on so many different topics that it was almost midnight before you decided to watch a movie. You settled on watching Ferris Buller’s Day Off before drifting off to sleep.

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For Quinn, it felt surreal to wake up the following morning next to you. After being in contact with you for over a year, here you were, right there, sleeping peacefully on the other side of the bed. Throughout the night, Quinn was respectful of your boundaries and no lines were crossed, everything was kept PG. You were awoken by the sound of water running coming from the bathroom and waited for Quinn to emerge out. After he came out of the bathroom, you discussed the day’s plan (which there wasn’t really one) and decided to go to breakfast at a very special place. Quinn still had some time off before the first game of the season so you had even more extra time to spend with him.

On the car ride to the restaurant, you began to imagine what it would be like to live in Vancouver. Sure, this wasn’t your first time there but you saw it in a different light as you were gazing outside of the car window with Quinn by your side. You arrived at your destination and Quinn got out and kindly came around to open the door for you; it was a sweet gesture that he didn’t have to do.

The restaurant was the same cafe that Quinn and Petey tended to frequent and the wait staff at the restaurant was so familiar with him, down to the point that they knew his exact order: plain buttermilk waffles topped with whipped cream, strawberries, raspberries, and sides of bacon, potatoes, and guacamole. The waitress, an older woman named Louise, reminded you of an endearing grandmother figure; she even put your meal on the house as a treat. After the meal concluded and you were on the way back to Quinn’s car, a fan was waiting right outside of the restaurant for an opportunity to meet the captain of their favorite team. The fan approached you, Quinn’s romantic partner, to take their photo together. You wanted to correct the fan for being wrong but you also could tell that Quinn wanted to get going so you let it be; besides, Quinn didn’t even hear the fan address you as his lover. Quinn later on apologized for the fan encounter but it wasn’t an issue for you, you understood who he was and the things that came with being a famous athlete and you expected something like that might happen while you were together. You continued on the rest of your spontaneous day, being touristy around Vancouver, visiting Gastown, Stanley Park, and Granville Island with the cutest tour guide.

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Your time in Vancouver coincided with Canadian Thanksgiving. Dinner is usually held at the team captain’s house and since Quinn is the captain, dinner would be held at his place but since his apartment couldn’t quite hold the entire team, Tyler Myers offered to host dinner at his home. It was exciting to celebrate a holiday together and learn more about each other’s Thanksgiving traditions but it also made you feel a little nervous because you would be meeting more of Quinn’s teammates and spending time with their families. The Canucks team’s Thanksgiving dinner was potluck style and everyone had to bring something so you and Quinn offered to bring a dessert. You decided to make pumpkin chocolate chip cookies and Quinn graciously purchased the ingredients for you and let you use his kitchen. Quinn was a good sous chef; he actually enjoyed baking with you and you both had fun together. You even got into a little squabble over who would wash the dishes before agreeing that you would wash them and Quinn would dry them. After the cookies were done, you both got ready for dinner. 

On the car ride over to the Myers house, your mind began to wander, contemplating about the domestic moment you shared earlier with Quinn and how you would want more moments like that with him. Quinn felt the same way but wasn’t sure how to verbally tell you that. Before you knew it, you had arrived at your destination. You casually mixed and mingled with the other Canucks players and their families; as expected, some of the players had kids and the kids were curious to know who you were and you explained to them that you were Quinn’s friend. Tristan, Tyler’s son, asked if you were Quinn’s lover friend and you were going to tell him no but you were interrupted by the message that dinner was about to be served so you let it go.

Despite your initial nervousness about the event, dinner actually went well and your cookies were a hit. The other Canucks players and their wives and girlfriends accepted you well into their group; they liked you for you and they liked you with Quinn. Due to the fact he’s their captain, some of the guys pushed Quinn into giving a speech and he expressed his thankfulness and gratitude on such a special holiday; he even looked at you when he mentioned how glad he was to have the people in the room as a part of his life.

During the post-dinner relaxation time, you and Quinn settled into watching the CFL game that was on before Tristan came up to ask the both of you to play hide and seek with him and his sister, Skylar. The football game wasn’t that interesting to either of you so you both agreed to play. Since you were the guest, the kids had you count first. 

As you were looking to see where Quinn and the kids were hiding, you observed around the Myers home and began to think about how this was something that you had desired to have one day; a home full of love, laughter, and children. You checked the guest room closet to see if anyone was hiding in there before greeting Quinn by shouting BOO as soon as you opened the door. Instead of stepping out to help you find Skylar and Tristan, Quinn pulled you back into the closet and shut the door for a quiet moment alone. Quinn’s heart was beating super fast, not just because you inflicted fear into him for a brief second, but also because you were close to each other inside the dark closet. You obviously couldn’t see in the darkness but Quinn kept staring at the presumed outline of your mouth because he wanted pull you closer and kiss you so bad. Quinn almost had his chance to ask but was interrupted by the sound of children’s feet pattering on the ground and the door opening. Tristan quickly corrected you that as the counter, you were not allowed to hide until it was your turn to hide. An all-too-familiar chuckle came out of Quinn and you rolled your eyes at him since he was the one who caused you to break the rules before playing another round of hide and seek with the kids.

When it was time to say goodbye, Tristan and Skylar came over to give you a departing hug and Tristan loudly said that he had fun with you, Quinn’s special friend. It warmed your heart to hear his little voice say that to you. Before dropping you off back at the hotel, you had asked Quinn if he was going to stop and get his annual Thanksgiving apple pie slice from the bakery. He had mentioned his Thanksgiving tradition to you only once but it meant a lot to him that you had remembered that. Due to the fact that you made dessert from scratch, Quinn forgot to pick up the pie beforehand to bring to the party and the bakery with the pie that he enjoyed was already closed, but it was okay. Quinn didn’t mind skipping his tradition because he got to make a new memory with you. You and Quinn had such a good time at the Thanksgiving dinner and you had quietly hoped to get the opportunity to spend more holidays together.

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The Canucks home opener was finally here. It was both exciting and nerve-wracking for Quinn; he knew that this day was coming but it felt a little more surreal that it was actually here. Quinn’s parents, Ellen and Jim, even flew in to watch their son receive his official captaincy before jetting off to go watch Jack and Luke at the Devils home opener the following day. You felt a bit of deja vu being back at Rogers Arena, since that was the place you and Quinn had met over a year ago, but that deja vu feeling came in a good way. It was fun to watch warmups with the other WAGs and you got to see Emma again. As warmups went on, you held J.T. Miller’s son, Owen, in your arms while Natalie Miller held her daughters, Scarlett and Scottlyn, closer to the glass to give them a better view to see their father on the ice. Since the day was very busy for Quinn, the only time he got to see you was for a brief second during warmups. Quinn’s heart swelled up with joy when he saw you at the glass, holding baby Owen and he also thought you looked so stunning and beautiful in your outfit. He wanted to pass you a puck but instead, he gave you a quick wink and passed a puck to a young fan with a sign and continued to skate around. 

Warmups were over and the game was about to start soon so you went up to your seats. Instead of having you sit with the other WAGs, Quinn got you a ticket next to his parents. Of course, Quinn wanted you to meet his parents for the first time in a much more formal way but due to the limited time that you all had in Vancouver, it was slightly more convenient for you to meet his parents while at the game. It was a little awkward at first to meet Quinn’s parents because you were just Quinn’s long-distance friend and meeting the parents is a big deal but Jim and Ellen already knew who you were because you were important enough to their son that he had told them about you. Ellen mentioned to you that she suspected you were dating Quinn because he spoke so highly about you, indicating a possible crush but always shut it down by mentioning that you were just friends.

When it was time for Quinn to be introduced as captain, you got delightful goosebumps on your body because you were so proud of him. You already knew he was captain but watching some of the old Canucks captains pass the torch over to one of your best friend’s brought a rush of happiness to you; your heart even skipped a beat as he put on the jersey with the “C” on it. The game itself was amazing; the Canucks beat the Oilers 8 to 1 and Quinn had a 3-point night. Throughout little moments during the game, Jim and Ellen would ask you different questions about yourself and share tidbits about Quinn; it was nice that they were actively engaging and getting to know you. You were worried that Jim and Ellen wouldn’t like you as a person and for their son but it turns out that they enjoyed your presence and it also didn’t hurt that it was really fun to cheer for Quinn alongside his parents.

After the game was over, you, Jim, and Ellen walked down the same tunnels to the Canucks dressing room that you had walked to over a year ago when you met Quinn for the first time but this time, you weren’t as nervous to see him. Still experiencing the high from the evening’s successful game, Quinn was so ecstatic to see you, waiting for him with his beloved parents. When Quinn had invited you to come to his game, he had imagined seeing you again in those familiar halls with his parents in his mind and that moment of imagination came true. In his post-game interview, Quinn had mentioned that he would hold onto the night’s memories forever and you would also hold onto those memories in your own way too.

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Since the Canucks had to leave for a roadtrip after their home opener and you were leaving soon, you had one last day to both celebrate Quinn’s birthday early and also to do something to say farewell to you. Instead of just a big fancy birthday/goodbye dinner, you and Quinn decided to go out for a day on the golf course and out to a casual dinner afterward; you also had to run a few errands because Quinn needed to grab some things before leaving on his upcoming road trip. Quinn picked you up to go with him to drop off his parents at the airport so that you could see them again and he wanted your opinion on some things when he went to IKEA. The car ride over to the airport was fine and Jim and Ellen didn’t mind getting in some extra time with their potential child-in-law. You and Quinn stepped out of the car to help with their bags and give his parents a goodbye hug. While you were giving the Hughes family some space and waiting in the car, Ellen whispered in her son’s ear that you were a keeper. His mother was right and Quinn had known that from the moments that he spent with you, the conversations you shared together and you were everything he ever wanted. Quinn had the keys to unlock your heart but he just needed to use them. Throughout the entire time you were there, Quinn began mentally preparing himself to confess his feelings for you somehow but those plans always fell flat because the anxiety of not being sure if you liked him romantically lingered throughout the air and he was scared to ruin the friendship you shared. He was falling for you hard but he was afraid to take that leap.

With one final wave goodbye, Jim and Ellen left for their flight to New Jersey and you and Quinn continued on the day’s itinerary. Goodbyes were always going to be a bit difficult, no matter who or what you were saying goodbye to. Quinn tried to not wear his heart on his sleeve and be strong but you could tell that Quinn was sad to see his parents go so you reached over and gently placed your hand on top of his. Quinn told you thank you and you shared a quick glance with him before arriving at IKEA. Instead of immediately telling you how he felt, you and Quinn aimlessly wandered around the large store; you had mentioned to Quinn that his apartment was missing a floor lamp in the living room so that he didn’t have to use the overhead ceiling light as much and he took you to IKEA to help him pick one out. Thursday afternoons at IKEA were quiet so it was almost like you and Quinn had the whole store to yourselves. As you walked through the store, you and Quinn looked at the different room setups and asked each other what you liked and disliked about each room setup; you also both began to imagine what it would be like to share a home together. Quinn even absentmindedly grabbed onto your hand and your fingers interlocked together for a brief second before you found the lamps and slipped your hand away to look at them. You picked out a black floor lamp that matched the aesthetic of Quinn’s apartment and continued to wander around the store until you reached the cash register. Quinn didn’t try to hold your hand again and neither of you brought up that moment for the rest of the day. Your time at the golf course was fun; being the self-proclaimed golf expert he was, Quinn did win the game. 

Quinn decided that he wanted to have his birthday dinner/last meal with you at Moxie’s. While you waited for your food to arrive, you gave Quinn his birthday gift. It was challenging to get a gift for someone who could afford plenty and rarely mentioned what they wanted so you got Quinn a signed copy of Golf Kitchen, a cookbook that included recipes from some of the most famous golf clubs around the world, and a grill set that looked like golf items; it combined two of his interests: cooking and golf. Quinn was a bit taken aback by your gift because you didn’t have to actually get him anything; your presence and time spent with him was a gift within itself. He had mentioned it before but Quinn was so grateful to have you as a part of his life and he was going to miss you tremendously once you returned home. You would miss him so much and were sad that your great time with Quinn was coming to an end; you still had an extra full day in Vancouver before your flight early Saturday but the Canucks were leaving for Edmonton on Friday after morning skate. 

After dinner, Quinn walked you up to your hotel room and you and Quinn continued to soak up all of the time you had left together as much as you could before the inevitable departure came. Before leaving, Quinn passed you a signed warm-up puck from last night’s game, mentioning that he owed it to you. You held the piece of rubber in your hand, smoothing your fingers over his signature.

“So now, you own two things with my name on it”, Quinn cheesily told you. 

You were trying to hold back your tears and masquerade your emotions but you began to sob while embracing Quinn for one last time. Quinn felt a bit emotional too and he blurted out that he was in love with you; he decided to be brave and not let the fear take over. You thought your mind was playing a trick on you when you heard him so you looked up at the green eyes that were staring and waiting for a reply from you.

“Did you just say that you’re in love with me?”, you hesitantly asked.

“Um, maybe I should have kept that to myself. I’m sor-”, Quinn rambled.

You cut Quinn off with a kiss, something that he had been waiting a while to experience with you. You repeated that you had loved Quinn back as well. A long wave of relief rushed over the both of you; the jump was worth the fall and you were there to catch him. You didn’t have to say it out loud but Quinn knew that you would always be there for him. Quinn asked if you were available to come back to visit him for Christmas and New Year’s. Maybe losing in a fantasy league wasn’t so bad after all.

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagine #Quinn Hughes x reader #quinn hughes fic #vancouver canucks #hockey fic #my writing #hockey writing #hockey imagine #please read my story

[babydollmarauders]

EL!HUGHES AU MASTERLIST

au: in which Jack and y/n (lovie) have a daughter named Eleanor, El for short!

if you have any blurb ideas, questions, scenarios, thoughts, ideas of any kind for this au, my asks are always open!

THOUGHTS FOR THIS AU CAN BE FOUND BY BROWSING THE TAG EL!HUGHES AU

the playlist for this au can be found on apple music and spotify

FICS:

The Start of It All

Motherhood (the original start of the el!hughes au)

Happy Birthday & Mother’s Day! (insta edit)

Overwhelmed

Fight

Throwbacks (insta edit)

Lukey’s B-Day (insta edit)

Quinny’s B-Day (insta edit)

Surprise! (insta edit)

Second Trimester (18+)

Gender Reveal (insta edit)

Sweet Sweet Baby

Welcome to the World (insta edit)

BLURBS:

el’s first time at the lake house

skin-to-skin

el’s first game

finding out they’re pregnant

the devils meeting el

el’s first family skate

co-sleeping

grandma ellen & grandpa jim

el gets a playoff jacket

announcing the pregnancy

el goes to uncle quinn’s family skate

gender reveal

el spends time with her uncles

jack missing a milestone

labor

el’s clingy phase

jack carrying el in a baby carrier

el gets hurt

first date night since el

lovie & jack’s el free morning

baby shoes

the family finding out lovie is pregnant again

el being jack’s biggest fan

IMPORTANT AU THOUGHTS:

jack and lovie headcanons

jack and lovie’s origin

how y/n became “lovie”

lovie on the kiss cam

lovie & trev = bff’s

how did they reveal the gender?

jack always talking to el

chunky baby el

el’s nickname’s

el being scared of graves

lovie getting a clogged milk duct

el’s reaction to jack’s missing tooth

jack being proud of lovie

luke’s disgust with breast milk

jack trying lovie’s breast milk

luke moving in with them

how long does luke live with them?

el’s uncle luke phase

el’s uncle luke phase pt2

el’s reaction to luke possibly moving out

el’s reaction to luke getting a gf

el and luke’s gf bonding

el having her own room at luke’s

lovie’s relationship with quinn

el & lovie cheering up jack & luke after a loss

trevor being a bad influence

el being a biter

jack being possessive over lovie the milf

jack’s el tattoo

a mean lovie sign at a game

el & uncle trevor

el freaking jack out with a “boyfriend”

el’s pre-game rituals

lovie and el sitting by a mean fan

uncle quinn visiting

lovie’s not “shy”

jack the “baby daddy”

lovie’s thoughts on jack tiktoks

who helps el with homework?

jack loves ogling lovie

lovie & jack pregnancy scares

jack’s bday & mother’s day morning

el’s cards for jack & lovie

lovie the sister

lovie & jack’s double day celebrations

has jack gotten shit for marrying young?

lovie’s tattoos

lovie & jack’s off-season vacation

lovie & jack take el to disney world

el the water baby

lovie ogling jack as he works out

el’s first birthday

el’s one year milestones

possessive lovie

how lovie and el dress

#el!hughes au #faithlynn’s writings <3 #babydollmarauders

[kairiscorner]

my fics masterlist

(earlier fics)

i made this because the first masterlist couldn't fit them all LMAO, anyway, i hope y'all like these :DD make sure to reblog them if you did, that means a lot to me !!

miguel raises his voice at a fem!filo!reader and sees a light

he's called kuya hobie (hobie x filipino reader)

miles catches you in the zone

watching howl's moving castle with noir

pav x tomboy fem!reader

kissing miggy to calm him down

noir's birthday surprise (domestic noir x reader)

oblivious reader x spider noir

when you can't keep your promises (noir x reader angst)

making him a flower crown (noir x florist!reader, technically part 3.......?)

miguel catching you playing with the miggy doll

just one kiss, that's all (1610 miles x reader)

drunk miguel x filipina reader

hobie x gn!spiderperson reader

miles 42 practicing rizzing you up

noir x criminal reader (part 2)

miles x reader (before school starts)

he keeps remembering (angsty miguel drabble)

making miggy dance the wet the bed dance trend

we're truly, utterly, pretty much just friends (1610 miles x reader)

1610 miles x reader with bunny teeth

miguel x grumpy reader (part 3)

noir x assassin reader

being shipped with each other (noir x reader)

something's crawling at the dead of night (stalker!miguel x reader)

miggy telling you you're beautiful for the first time

spider noir meets spider barbie

finding pink clothes for miggy to wear to the barbie movie

dancing in the rain (gwen stacy x reader)

you break the news to miguel

miles 1610 x multilingual reader

miles holds your hand while riding a rollercoaster

will you still love him when he's no longer young and beautiful? (drunk!noir x reader)

miles meets noir in his dad era

spider barbie kicks ass (spider noir x spider barbie!reader)

pool day with noir and the family (domestic noir x reader)

noir gets tangled up, now spider barbie has to help

gwen stacy x fem!reader on her period

the remedy to all my ailments (spider noir x reader angst)

miles x filipino!reader with their chismosa't chismong kapatids

miguel o'hara x harley quinn!reader

if i can't have you (soccer captain!miguel o'hara x reader)

hobie x gn!spider person!reader

spider noir defending spider barbie from creeps

whatever else you guys request ╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯(send me a req thru my asks !!)

#atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #atsv imagines #miguel o'hara x reader #spider noir x reader #hobie brown x reader #pavitr prabhakar x reader #earth 1610 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #gwen stacy x reader #spidersona

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Birthday 2023 Masterlist

AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER Zuko and Azula, Part 31 Lu Ten and Zuko, Part 21

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA Secret Identity, Part 17

CHARMED The Once and Future King, Chris, Part 3

ENCANTO Matriarch Mirabel, Part 4 Augustin and Bruno, Part 4

FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST Sacrifice is Free, Part 13 They Go To Xing, Part 4 Bartender AU, Part 4 Father Returns, Part 15 Colonel Elric, Part 6 Ed and Ling are Betrothed, Part 9 Bartender AU, Part 5 Sacrifice is Free, Part 14

GODS AND MONSTERS Dionysus Ares Hestia and Atlas

HADES GAME Living Blood, Part 9 Living Blood, Part 10 Living Blood, Part 11

HARRY POTTER SIAT Cassius and George Draco and the Twins, Part 33 SIAT Asim SIAT Lucius and Narcissa SIAT Minerva and Hagrid Wolfstar Divorce SIAT Pansy SIAT Susan SIAT Tonks and Percy Mermaid Draco, Part 20 SIAT Drarry Time Travel Drarry, Part 5 SIAT Quinn and Severus SIAT Tonks and Percy

HOUSE MD Wood Ducks

KIM POSSIBLE Crossed Lines, Part 2

MR. QUEEN Yes, My Queen, Part 2

NARUTO Hokage’s Daughter

PERCY JACKSON Momma Hera, Part 39 Momma Hera, Part 40

STAR TREK Jim Sybok Buddy Fic, Part 3 Jim Sybok Buddy Fic, Part 4

UNTAMED Lady Mo, Part 31 Bruised Fruit, Part 4 Selkie WWX, Part 3 WWX and JYL Run Away, Part 15 Lady Mo, Part 32 Lady Mo, Part 33 Lady Mo, Part 34 Lady Mo, Part 35 Marriage Assassin WQ, Part 8 Lady Mo, Part 36 Lady Mo, Part 37 First Disciple WWX, Part 13 WWX and JYL Run Away, Part 16 Identity Porn AU, Part 2 Lady Mo, Part 38 Lady Mo, Part 39 WWX, LXC, and NMJ are Best Friends, Part 2 Identity Porn AU, Part 3

YURI ON ICE Coach Yuuri, Part 5

#masterlist #the one masterlist to rule them all has also been updated

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Surprise Party | Quinn Hughes

hi friends! this is my summer 2k23 fic exchange!! @jostystyles this one's for you darling! I hope you enjoy it and I hope this has come out before your bday but if not, happy late birthday! Hope this fic lives up to the hype and I apologize if the flow is a little off. Thank you again to @wyattjohnston for organizing all this! I had sm fun with it!

warnings? nah, Quinn's a lil cutie summary: Quinn throws you a surprise birthday party and pulls out all the stops, making your feelings for him grow exponentially w.c: 3.4k (and to think I was nervous about making the wc)

Your eyes crack open slowly, for a moment you’re confused as to what has woken you up but then you hear it. Footsteps. 

Your heart seizes in fear for a moment but you would bet your life that it was Quinn, the only other person besides yourself to have a key to your apartment. You wonder what he was doing over here, especially so early but you shrug it off and sink further into your pillows. At this point, you were too tired to investigate and knew the odds of it being a serial killer were most likely slim. 

Just as your eyes flutter shut and you’re halfway to dreamland, you hear your bedroom door swing open. 

“Happy birthday to you,” you hear Quinn’s voice sing but when you sit up you’re greeted with more than just your best friend. 

“Happy birthday to you!” Your best friend Charlie from high school jumps on your bed, crawling her way up the mattress until she plops next to you and throws an arm around your shoulder. 

“Happy birthday dear (y/n)!!!” Quinn, Beau, and Brock sing out and now you’re full on grinning. Your hand comes up to cover the expression but Beau is quick to take it and leave you exposed and giggly. 

“Happy birthday to you!” 

As they cheer, you blow out the candle on the cupcake Quinn is holding out for you. He sets it on your nightstand as everyone piles on top of you for a hug. Your heart is pushing to the top of your throat, threatening to spill out and unleash in a babble of sentimental words. 

“Thanks guys,” you say, still grinning madly when everyone finally lets go. “I appreciate you.” 

“Okay, birthday plans,” Charlie says and you look over at her in confusion. 

“I thought we were celebrating tonight?” 

“Change of plans, you, Quinn, and Brock are celebrating tonight but Beau and I had something come up so we can’t come tonight.” 

“So, you’re stuck with us all day,” Beau supplies and while you’re a little suspicious about the sudden change and supposed ‘something’ you nod anyway. 

“Alright get dressed! Breakfast first,” Charlie ushers the guys out but Quinn holds back for a second. 

“Happy Birthday (y/n).” 

When the door shuts you’re embarrassed by the little happy dance you do thinking about Quinn stopping to wish you a happy birthday separate from the others. He was so fucking cute. 

You’re still beaming when you leave your room in a brand new sundress bought just for your birthday. Charlie and Beau are the only two left in your apartment and they stop speaking as soon as you enter the room. 

“Period!!” your best friend yells and you give her a mandatory twirl before walking over to her and Beau. 

“So, what are we doing first?” 

The three of you get breakfast at your favorite diner before the two suggest heading to the beach. You hadn’t been yet this summer and were beyond excited to start off your many trips with two of your closest friends on your birthday. 

“What do you guys have going on later?” 

“Uhm,” Charlie shoots a glance at Beau who awkwardly stiffens at your question. 

“We’re going on a date,” Charlie blurts out and your eyes widen in shock. 

“A double date! Not a date with each other,” Beau stutters out and your eyes shift back and forth between the two. 

“Oohkay,” you say, flopping down onto the beach chair and trying not to stare at the two next to you. 

You shrug off your friend's weird behavior as the warmth of the sun flows over you. The sound of the ocean floods your ears and you feel your body sink further into the beach chair. Your eyes slide shut, a deep breath releasing as you think over the rest of your day plans. 

You couldn’t wait to celebrate with Quinn and Brock tonight. You assumed it was some kind of dinner, gift, movie night combination for your celebration but regardless you knew it would be the best part of your birthday if you were with Quinn. 

Sometime between when you first were introduced to Quinn, to five years later, sitting on this beach and having him impede all of your thoughts you were still somewhat shocked by how intensely you fell in love with the hockey player. The way your heart full on stopped and then sped up twice as fast as normal when he entered a room drove you crazy in the best and worst way possible. 

After a couple of hours at the beach, you grow hungry again and the three of you make a pit stop at your favorite fast food restaurant before ending up at the mall. 

“Anything I want?” you ask, wanting to make sure you heard Beau correctly. 

“Anything,” he nods and your eyes widen. 

“Beau I can’t,” you shake your head, knowing you’ll feel too guilty letting him buy you literally anything. 

“I mean if you turn it down,” Charlie jokes and you grin. 

“Okay okay,” you say and the two of them cheer before Beau grabs your hand and pulls you further into the mall. 

~

Quinn has been panicking ever since he left your apartment this morning. 

He had decided about a month ago he wanted to throw you a surprise birthday party instead of just doing your usual celebration routine. He wanted to truly celebrate you and all the amazing accomplishments you had done this past year and all you’re going to do for years and years after. 

“Dude, I know you’re in love but you gotta chill,” Brock says, clapping a strong hand on Quinn’s shoulder as he nervously looks over every inch of his house and how he has set it up. 

It was a no brainer to pretty much everyone with eyes that Quinn had feelings for you. Everyone could see his shaky hands, nervous glances, and shallow breaths when you so much as glanced in his direction. It was torture in the best way possible, being your best friend but not being as close as he wanted. Therefore, he felt a little bit under pressure to make your birthday the best day possible for you. 

“She’s gonna love it,” Brock reminds him and Quinn nods, trying to convince himself of the statement as well. 

~ 

“Thank you for hanging out with me today,” you tell Charlie and Beau as they walk you up to Quinn’s door. 

“Anything for the birthday girl,” Charlie says, pulling you into a tight hug and you grin against her. 

When you let go, you turn and push open the front door to Quinn’s house without a second thought about it until you see all the lights off. 

“SURPRISE!” The lights flip on like magic and your hand slaps over your mouth the minute you see everyone in Quinn’s house. 

What looks like the entire Canucks team, your closest friends, Jack and Luke, your sister and brother, and a handful of others greet you with smiling faces. You don’t even realize you’re so fucking happy until a random tear spills out and you’re overwhelmed by emotions that you can’t even move. 

“Oh my god,” you choke out and faster than you can blink you’re surrounded by friends and people tugging you close and holding you tight. 

“Thank you guys! I love y’all!” you call out and everyone slowly starts to return to normal party status as you recover from the surprise.

You turn to Beau behind you and he shrugs his shoulders at you, Charlie also shares a sneaky grin and you dive into a group hug with the two of them. You couldn’t believe they spent the whole day with you and kept the secret of this surprise party as well. You couldn’t ask for better friends. 

“Don’t thank us,” Beau says and you’re about to question him when you hear a voice. 

“(y/n)?” you pull away from your group hug to see Quinn standing there with a shy smile on his lips. 

“Did you?” You ask trailing off and when Quinn’s smile brightens you feel your heart shake beautifully in your chest. 

You step towards him, throwing your arms around his waist and he pulls you close. He whispers happy birthday into your ear and it sends shivers down your spine, and all you can do is thank him over and over again. You prop your head up on Quinn’s chest and he grins madly down at you. It takes all your willpower not to lean up on your tiptoes and press a kiss to his lips. 

“Come on (y/n), let me make you a drink,” Charlie says, dragging you away from Quinn and you’re practically vibrating from head to toe in happiness. 

Quinn watches you as Charlie pulls you along and his smile is so wide he might as well have just been handed the Stanley Cup. He made you happy. He made you smile. That’s all he ever needed in this world. 

As Charlie drags you through the house, your heart fills and fills at the sight of everyone wishing you happy birthday and well wishes. Just when you think there couldn’t be more people you know, you realize Quinn has pulled off all the stops and invited every single important person in your life. 

“(y/n)!” you hear someone call out and just as you turn to look who it is, you’re engulfed in a giant bear hug. 

“Nate!!” you yell into his chest and the giant hockey player chuckles against you. 

“What are you doing here?” you ask, stepping back to take in his appearance. 

Every time you see Nate you swear he gets taller, his frame towers over you and your eyes scan his face to see his beard slowly creeping back onto his face after no doubt shaving it when the season ended. He’s wearing a black shirt that hugs his muscles and dark blue jeans and your heart is bursting to see the person you consider your other half. 

Meeting Nate was a complete accident, something you thanked the higher beings for everyday because you weren’t sure how you lived without the hulking hockey player before. You and Nate were scarily alike; cracking the same jokes, sharing the same taste in food, finishing each other's sentences constantly, reading each other's thoughts with one look, and everything else in between. If you hadn’t met Quinn first, you probably would have fallen head over heels for Nate. 

“It’s your birthday!” He says like it’s the most obvious explanation in the world. “You think I’m gonna miss celebrating you?” 

You grin widely, diving deep into a catch up session with Nate that by the time you’re finished, you’re being ushered into the main room as someone flips off most of the lights again. You look around in confusion but when you see fire moving around the room you realize what’s happening. 

“Happy birthday to you,” the whole crowd of people begin to sing and you hide your face as your cheeks flame embarrassingly bright. 

Your arms wrap around your body as Quinn carries the cake closer to you. You hear his quiet voice repeating the same words from this morning and for a moment it feels like just the two of you in this giant room full of people. 

“Make a wish,” he whispers, nudging your side when everyone finishes singing. 

You blow out the candles, your wish being something you’ve been wanting for five years now but still has yet to come true. But you’ve always believed in the power of wishes regardless. 

“What’d you wish for?” Quinn asks when the cheering has settled and his big brown eyes staring into yours cause your knees to weaken. 

“You know I can’t tell,” you joke and Quinn grins at you. You’ve won the fucking lottery seeing a smile like that and knowing it came from you and the stupidest joke alive. 

Someone hands you a piece of cake and you take a bite, your favorite flavor, and groan in happiness. How did Quinn know you this well? You’re halfway turned towards him, ready to compliment him, tell him you love him, thank him, anything, when your sister calls your name and you’re forced to walk away. 

You spend the next two hours bouncing from person to person, group to group, thanking them for coming and any gifts they brought and overall forcing your heart to not implode from the love being shoved deep into it. You’d remember this day forever, a core memory to look back on and make you smile when things get tough. 

Quinn has kept an eye on you all night, his talent for finding you in a crowd coming extremely handy at the moment. As you move from one group to the next he recognizes the tired expression that flickers in between the smiles. He knew your social battery was probably running low after hours of being out of the house and now all of these people being here as well. 

His eyes run over your features, the way you’re only half listening to the conversation, your head involuntarily nodding while you stare off at a random space. Your arms are wrapped around yourself protectively and while he knew you loved everyone at this party and had a connection with each of them one way or another, he also knew you could only do so much socializing. 

“Excuse me, I think I need to go bail out the birthday girl,” Quinn says, excusing himself from a conversation with his younger brothers. 

As he makes his way towards you, he thanks people on your behalf, telling them you’ll reach out as soon as possible and offering to tell you goodbye for them. He moves throughout the room, quietly ushering people out of the house and hoping he doesn’t sound too rude while doing so. 

When Quinn finally makes it over to you, you’re hugging Jack and Luke. You mention something about seeing them soon and the brothers offer nods and goodbyes to Quinn before leaving. 

“Is it finally my turn with the birthday girl?” Quinn jokes and fire ignites your body at his words. 

“Oh shut up,” you tell him with an added eye roll. 

“Hey I don’t want to cut in line and bother miss popular,” he says, throwing his hands up in defense and you lightly push him away in annoyance. 

“So, I was wondering if you wanted to stay over?” 

“Oh thank god,” you reply and Quinn tilts his head in confusion. “I was not going to be able to fit all of that in an uber.” 

The two of you laugh as you look over at the literal pile of gifts sitting on Quinn’s kitchen table. You were still in disbelief that someone would spend any amount of money on you and even more in shock that so many people came to your birthday party. You’re pretty sure the smile on your face was permanent. 

“Wanna go chill upstairs?” Quinn asks, pulling you from your thoughts. 

“What about the mess?” 

“We’ll worry about it tomorrow,” he says, extending a hand towards you and you take it, letting him pull you in the direction of his bedroom. 

The two of you spend the next few minutes in a familiar routine, Quinn handing you some of his clothes to wear to bed, changing in the bathroom and coming back to his king sized bed and curling up into the warm covers. 

Quinn puts on your favorite movie, The Parent Trap with Lindsay Lohan, before running downstairs and grabbing ice cream. When he comes back up he hands you a heaping bowl of the desert and you can’t help the little dance you do at the sight of the food. 

“Chocolate marshmallow?” you ask after taking a bite. 

“It’s your favorite,” Quinn says, shrugging his shoulders. 

You stare at the boy next to you, your heart constricting painfully thinking about how no one else in the world most likely remembers the weird flavor of ice cream you enjoy the most. And Quinn bought it? For you? Did he even know how this little thing made you feel so incredibly much? 

“Ooh!” Quinn exclaims and you offer him a confused look. 

He doesn’t say anything as he pauses the movie, climbing off the mattress and heading towards his closet doors. You watch as he rummages through the items in there until finally landing on what he wants. 

When Quinn stands back up and closes the closet doors, he feels the nerves zing throughout his body. He had spent an eternity trying to get you the perfect gift and now that the time is here, he’s still worried it’s not enough or not perfect for you. 

He pushes through his nerves anyway, sitting back down on the bed before extending the decorated box towards you. 

“Happy birthday,” he says and mentally smacks himself for having zero charisma. 

Your hands ghost over the box, the perfect shade of your favorite color with a matching ribbon wrapped around. You tug the fabric off, pulling the top of the box open and as your eyes meet the contents of the package it takes all of your willpower not to burst into happy tears. 

The box is beautifully decorated on the inside with photos of you and Quinn, little handwritten notes around the edge and important dates of your friendship from the past five years. You reach inside to see a necklace with the letter Q on it and a pair of silver earrings to go with it. 

You set the jewelry aside and look down to see a chunk of letters tied together with a string. You pull them out to see each of them are labeled with a different sentence. The first states “Open when it’s your birthday!” The next, “Open when you just got good news but can’t call me”, the third “Open when you miss me while I’m on a roadie” and at least ten more along the same lines. 

The rest of the box is littered with all of your favorite little things and a final polaroid of you and Quinn. You stare at the framed picture, confusion etched in your features until it occurs to you what this photo is. 

“Our first summer,” you say wistfully, glancing at Quinn to see him nervously chewing on his fingernails. 

“The first time you came to the lake house,” he says and you’re both wearing matching grins. 

The first time at the Hughes family lake house was when you truly understood your feelings for Quinn. The polaroid is a picture Jack took, the two of you sitting side by side at the edge of the dock, feet swinging over the water as your bodies pressed next to each other from top to toe. You didn’t think your breathing would ever return to normal after that day when you were around Quinn. 

“Oh Q,” you say, pulling out the old nickname and his face flushes in happiness. 

“I know I already threw you a party and I hope you liked it but I really wanted to get you something just from me and I hope it’s okay it’s definitely a bit more sentimental than I usually go and honestly it’s probably too much but if you don’t like it I can-” 

Your lips press to Quinn’s in a gesture that hopefully silences him as well as get your true feelings about the gift and him across. 

It takes him a second to respond but his hand slides to your cheek, his thumb running over your soft skin and a silent hum emits from him when you lean further into his touch. The kiss lights you on fire, your skin feeling warm and every nerve standing at attention. As if you didn’t know before, you’re certain that Quinn Hughes is the sole owner of your heart from now until forever, even if he doesn’t want it. 

“You liked the gift?” Quinn asks when you break apart, faces still inches apart as if there’s a magnetic force keeping you close to each other. 

“You’re so dumb,” you say, rolling your eyes and pushing your forehead lightly against his. 

“Yeah, but you love me,” he retorts, pecking your lips and coaxing out a giggle from you. 

“Yeah,” you sigh happily. “I really do.” 

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Just Friends | edwards x Luke!twin | Part 2

Here is part 2 of the Ethan fic, hope you enjoy!

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~You are Luke Hughes’s twin sister and play hockey and softball at the University of Michigan. You’re very close with Luke given that you’re twins. You are best friends with teammate, Ethan Edwards. You and Ethan were always flirty with each other but strictly friends. Since returning to campus for your second year, things between you and Ethan have been a little too flirty. One day, everything changes.~

This is Part 2. Takes place sophomore year.

September, 2022

Morgan’s POV

So today is September 9. It’s mine and Luke’s birthday. I woke up super early and jogged over to his room and knocked on it. He opens it and smiles, “Happy birthday twin!”

“Happy Birthday twin!” He gives me the biggest hug before dragging me inside. Me and him have a thing where we always want to be the first one to say happy birthday to each other on our birthday. 

We check our phones and find the happy birthday texts from mom, dad, jack, Quinn, and both teams. There’s 50 texts for both of us to go through. But there’s one in the hockey chat that catches both of our eyes:

j bone🦴🏒: party tonight at the house for the Hughes’s. 

grano🏒: party starts at 9, the birthday kiddos don’t have to bring their own booze

keato🏒: so the rest of you idiots make sure you chip in enough booze to get both of them drunk as fuck. coach cancelled morning lift so we can get hammered tonight

moyle🏒: I do need like 3 or 4 volunteers to stay sober and keep an eye on everyone and make sure people get home safe. 

chic🐥🏒: and invite all the girls that you know and have them spread the word. I don’t wanna look at you ugly fucks all night long. (except you morg)

Me and Luke both audibly laugh out loud at that text chain. So looks like I know what I’m doing tonight. I text the girls on the team about the party and tell them that they can all come, even if most of them hate me. Luke then hands me a bag and says, “Here. Happy birthday.”

“Thanks. Here’s your present. Open them together. One!”

“Two!”

“Three!”

We open our presents at the same time. I gave Luke a new watch with “born together, die together” engraved on the band and a huge block M in the middle of it. I can tell he loved it because he had a huge smile on his face. I open his gift and it’s a ring. There’s two birds on it and the band has the same thing engraved in it. I slide it on my finger and it fits perfectly. He probably asked mom for my size. I say, “Luke, this is beautiful. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He says and we hug. Dylan finally gets up and says happy birthday giving us both hugs. I say, “I gotta go. I have lift in an hour. I’ll see you tonight.”

*Later on that night*

I’m at the house for the party that J Bone, Keato, Grano, and Moyle are throwing me and Luke. Surprisingly, my teammates came. I made sure to hide any alcohol I drank just in case. I don’t trust them to not tell coach. And I’m good at playing off being drunk if I have to.

I finally see Ethan for the first time today. He hugs me and says, “Happy birthday beautiful.” That’s the first time he’s ever called me beautiful. It was nice. He whispers in my ear, “I got you something. But I left it at the house so I’ll give it to you later.” I giggle and just nod. I whisper back to him, “I’m a little tipsy but trying to hide it from my teammates. Can we dance so I can let loose a little bit?”

“Of course. Anything for the birthday girl.” He smiles and takes my hand leading me to the dance floor. As far as I know, Ethan is also drunk. I mean I smelt the beer on his breath. He’s behind me with his hands on my hips guiding them to the music. I look up at him and he looks so hot. 

I started admitting to myself a few months back that I have feelings for him. I refuse to say anything because of the team and he’s my best friend. I don’t wanna ruin that. But there’s a mysterious confidence that takes over and says, “You look hot.”

“Not as hot as you morg.”

“Stop flirting and kiss me Edwards.” He leans in and kisses me. Everybody cheers around us and goes back to doing whatever. Sparks fucking flew when he kissed me. I might be tipsy but when sparks fly, you notice and you remember. I’m glad it was Ethan kissing me and not some random guy. Everything with Ethan felt right though. He’s my best friend, but that’s all he ever will be.

January, 2023

Morgan’s POV

It was currently 7:30 in the morning. I just got out of lift and was heading to my car when I see none other than my best friend, Ethan Edwards, leaning against my door. I smile and just keep walking without saying anything. As I get closer, I see the long look on his face. Something’s up. I ask, “Ethan, what’s going on?”

“We need to talk morg.”

“Ok. Can it wait? I have class at 8 and need coffee.”

“I put a coffee in your car, and a bagel with cream cheese so that you eat. You left it unlocked and no it can’t wait. But I’ll be quick since you have class.”

“Ok, what’s going on then?”

“I can’t keep doing this anymore morg.”

I say very confused, “Doing what?”

“Pretending.” He says looking up at me.

“Ethan, what are you talking about?”

“I can’t keep pretending that what happened the night of your birthday didn’t mean anything.” He says looking kinda sad. Maybe ashamed? I can’t get a read on his emotions. “Ethan, we were drunk. It didn’t mean anything. We’re just friends. Now can you move? I have class in 25 minutes and need to change.”

He says trying to get me to stop, “I’m not done.”

“Well I have class Ethan. Can you move so I can go? We can talk after.”

I push him off my car and out of my way before driving to class. What the hell is his problem? Showing up at the end of my lift trying to tell me something important knowing that I have class directly after. Like who the hell does he think he is? The only reason I’m not upset is because he bought me coffee. That boy truly knows the way to my heart, that’s for sure.

*After class*

I get out of class and see Ethan waiting for me outside. I roll eyes and scoff as I walk by him. I hear him come after me. He says, “Morgs, wait. Please?”

“What Ethan? I’m exhausted and trying to go get my bats from your house because I left them there and I need to get cage work in. What is so fucking important Ethan?” I snap at him as I keeping walking to my car. He grabs my hand to stop me, “I can’t keep pretending that your birthday meant nothing to me morgs.”

“Ethan, let go of me. I’m not doing this with you today. I have to be at the cage with Hutch in 45 minutes and I need my bats from the house. Let go and we can talk later.”

“When is later gonna be?”

“Maybe when I’m not so overwhelmed that I want to cry all the fucking time from my six classes and two workouts and practices everyday. How’s that?”

“Morgs…”

“Don’t Ethan. I don’t have time for this right now. I’ll see you at practice.” I push by him and get in my car and drive towards the house that I live at with Ethan. I let the music take over my brain as I drive. When I get to the house, I see that Ethan is there. I mean I figured he’d go home since he lives there. He tries talking to me again though, “Morgs, please. Just give me five minutes.”

“Ethan, no. I already told you that I’m not doing this right now.” I say as I go upstairs to grab the bats that I left in my room. Luke, Dylan, Mackie, and Mark are home and watching this whole thing go down like it’s a movie. I come back downstairs and he’s standing there waiting for me. 

He says desperately, “I just need five minutes. It takes fifteen minutes to get from here to the cages and you speed so I know that you have time to spare to just listen to me.”

“I can’t do this right now. I’m way too stressed to deal with this. I promise we can talk later.” I say as I grab 3 red bulls and head towards the door brushing by him. He yells after me as I approach the door, “Morgs, I’m trying to tell you that I’m fucking in love with you.”

Everybody in the house stops what they are doing, including me. 

“I’ve been trying to tell you for a while. I’ve known since we kissed on your birthday. Actually, I think I knew before that. None of that matters now, morgs I’m in love with you.”

“Ethan, you can’t just drop that bomb on me when I’m walking out the door because you feel like it. That’s not fair.”

Ethan exclaims, “Oh no, don’t throw this on me. You don’t get to do that. I’ve been trying to tell you all fucking day. I’ve been trying to tell you for like a month. You’ve been blowing me off.”

“Ethan there’s a reason for that. I’m a two sport athlete trying to juggle preseason training, mid-season training, practice, games, and a heavy course load so I’m sorry that I’ve been a little flakey lately.” I sigh after I get that out. 

“Did you even hear what I said? Do you even care?”

I yell back, “Of course I fucking care Ethan. I’ve been a little stressed lately so excuse me that being in love with my best friend is on the back burner and isn’t my first priority right now.”

“Are you even listening to yourself right now? I don’t care that you have class, and practice, and workouts that take up most of your time. I don’t care about anything of that because I get it. You forget that I’m an athlete too, sorry not all of us are two sport athletes Morgan.” He snaps, like actually snaps. 

I hear Luke mutter, “oh fuck.” I look at Ethan with daggers. I take a deep breath so that I don’t actually kill him. “I’m not doing this Ethan, especially not if we’re just gonna scream at each other. I have stuff to do. I’m not talking to you until we’ve both cooled down so that neither of us say something we regret.” I say and walk out not giving him a chance to say anything. I sit in my car and cry for a few minutes before going to my cage session.

*At the Cages* 

I’m taking my frustration out at the cages with Hutch. This is the only time of day that I get to hit since we have afternoon hockey practice and I have class in the morning. I confide in this woman like no other. She knows all about hockey and everything with Ethan. She takes notice that I’m hitting everything a lot harder than usual. She asks, “What’s going on kiddo?”

“Nothing. I’m just exhausted. I forgot what preseason is like.”

“Morg, I know something is wrong. We’ve been at this for an hour so let’s take a break ok?”

“I’m fine coach. I don’t need a break. This is the only time of day I have to work on softball so can we please just hit?”

“If you think I’m gonna let you practice like this then your crazy. I know something is wrong. So sit and talk. Now.”

I take a breath and sit down on a bucket with her. I take this time to catch my breath since I was definitely overexerting myself. She asks, “morgs, honey, what’s going on?”

“Me and Ethan kinda blew up at each other today. Badly. We’ve never done that before. And I’ve been flakey with him for like a month too.”

“What’s going on with you and Ethan?”

“He told me that he’s in love with me.”

“Oh. Morg, you’ve been in love that boy for a very long time, why did you get upset at him telling you?”

“How much time you got?” I say and we both laugh. She chuckles saying, “More than you.” That causes us to laugh even more knowing that she’s right. I ask, “Do you really wanna know?”

“I just want you to be ok. Or as ok as a two sport collegiate athlete can be. If that means sitting on a bucket and talking about the boy that you’ve loved for a long time then yea I wanna know.”

“He showed up after lift this morning. Saying how he couldn’t keep pretending that what happened the night of my birthday meant nothing to him.”

“What happened?”

“We kissed. We were drunk, but I didn’t tell you that, and we just kissed. We both had blamed it on the alcohol not wanting to ruin the friendship or anything. And yea I was a little heartbroken but I knew that’s what needed to be done so it was whatever. I brushed him off and told him that we could talk later because I needed to get to campus because I had class.”

“Good. I always tell you girls, never let a boy get in the way of your studies or your softball.”

“Trust me, Ethan won’t, and he knows that. Anyways, when I get done with class he’s waiting for me outside the building. And tries talking to me again. I would’ve been able to avoid talking to him but I left my bats at the house like an idiot.”

“Why were they at his house?”

I explain, “I live there too. None of the girls wanted me at the softball houses so I live with my brother and his friends. I wanted to live with Luke anyways.”

“Fair enough. I take you ran into him at the house?”

“That’s an understatement. Like I knew he would be there because he lives there too but I figured he would drop it because I was very adamant that I didn’t wanna talk to him at the moment. He dropped the bomb as I walking out the door. And I guess I just lost it.”

“What do you mean lost it?”

I smile, “I basically screamed at him. I was so mad, he literally yelled that he was in love with me in front of the whole house as I was walking out the door to come here. He said that he had been trying to tell me for a while or something. So I snapped back at him about how he can’t just drop a bomb on me like that when I’m walking out the door. And how it wasn’t fair.”

“I‘m gonna go out on a limb and say that it didn’t sit well with him?” She said. I chuckles and shake my head no. I say, “God no. That made it worse I think. He yelled back how I don’t get to turn it around on him since he’s been trying to tell me for a month but that I’ve been blowing him off.”

“Well, have you been blowing him off?” She inquires.

I say, “Well yea, but not because of that. I’m two sport athlete and I’m trying to juggle training for two teams, a heavy course load, and hockey games. Plus I’m on track to graduate early from my high school AP credits so there’s just a lot on my mind. It’s not that I want to blow him off and be flakey towards him, I’m just overwhelmed with everything right now. He accused me of not caring Hutch. Like how do I not care? If anything, I care too much.”

“I know. And I’m sure he knows too. It’s Ethan Edwards we’re talking about. He knows you care. He knows you better than Luke does. He knows you better than you know yourself. He probably just said it in the heat of the moment with emotions running high.”

“I mean yea but that doesn’t mean I don’t care. Like, I’m obviously in love with him but with everything else going on in my life, being in love with my best friend is on the back burner. I just haven’t had the time or energy to think about it. Especially because even though I was drafted with Luke, I want my degree before going pro. I want both of them. Because I want a masters in athletic training. So I need to think about grad school now too. There’s just so much on my plate and he’s just not a priority anymore.” I say letting the stress prevail in my tone.

“Maybe that’s why your so stressed.” She says.

“What do you mean?”

Coach explains, “Last season, even with all the drama, you were the happiest I’ve seen you. And I think that it had a direct correlation to Ethan. I had Alex keeping me in the loop last year, and this year McKenna. Anytime you were pissed at Ethan your general mood and attitude were different. Even your game was different. You had some of your best games when you and Ethan were on good terms. You need him Morg. More than you want to admit, and I know that it’s scary, but you need that boy in your life.”

“I know, but it’s so hard. And he called me Morgan coach.”

Her face drops, “Oh.”

“Yea. He’s never, ever called me Morgan. Luke doesn’t even call me Morgan. So now I don’t know what to do.”

“Ok, I’m calling it for the day.” She says standing up.

“What? Why?”

“Because you are in no condition for this and that’s ok. Go home, talk to him, and get your mind right. The only way you’re going to succeed on the ice, on the field, and in the classroom is if you talk to him and get your head on straight. I’m serious go home and talk to him.”

“Ok. I’ll see you tomorrow morning for lift.” She smiles and nods and we just pick up the balls in peace. I grab my stuff and get in my car driving off towards my brothers house. I text Luke:

me: is he home?

moose🫎: yea.

moose🫎: morgy, what the hell happened?

moose🫎: I mean I was there and witnessed it but what the hell happened?

moose🫎: and are you ok?

me: honestly Lukey, I have no clue what happened.

me: is he ok?

moose🫎: no. he hasn’t left his room. 

moose🫎: scratch that. he just came down for food. pls fix this

me: I’m on my way to do that. pls stall him.

I drive to their house as fast as I can. I’m definitely driving too fast but that’s fine. It’s not important right now. I take a deep breath before getting out of the car and then take another deep breath before going inside. I see Ethan in the kitchen talking to Luke. I say to Ethan, “Can I talk to you?”

“Are you just gonna yell at me? Because if you are then no. I’m not just gonna be your punching bag because your stressed, that’s not fair to me.”

“I’m not gonna yell at you.”

“Then yea, we can talk.”

Luke excuses himself and goes to the living room where the rest of the house is. They’re probably there to watch this train wreck go down. My hands are definitely shaking right now. Ethan takes my hand to stop the shaking, “hey, what’s going on?”

“Ethan I’m so sorry about earlier.”

“It’s ok, morgs. I said some things that I probably shouldn’t have too.” He squeezes my hand. 

“No it’s not Ethan. I shouldn’t have said any of what I did. I shouldn’t have accused you of just dropping it on me like that when I know it’s not true. And I’m sorry that I’ve been flaking out and blowing you off recently.”

He pushes the hair out of my face and says, “Hey, it’s ok. I know that you have a lot on your plate. I’m sorry for saying that you don’t care. I know that you care, it was a heat of the moment thing and I didn’t mean it at all.” 

“No, it’s not ok Ethan. Just because I have a lot going doesn’t mean I get to blow my best friend off and take all the stress out on you. I’m sorry for that. I need you, Ethan. I need you and I don’t wanna push you away.” I say crying at this point. 

Ethan pulls me in for a hug and lets me cry into his chest. He pulls away and wipes my tears. He looks in my eyes and says, “You could never push me away. I need you too. Ok? And I love you. So much.”

“I love you too Ethan.” 

He leans down and kisses me. I feel the same sparks that I did 4 months ago on my birthday. They’re obviously good sparks. We kiss for what feels like forever before we both hear Luke say, “Alright, alright. That’s enough. I get that you guys are in love but that’s still my twin.”

“And you’re afraid of her, I’m not.” Ethan shoots back with a raised eyebrow. I giggle and Ethan pulls me into him. I hug him and he holds me like that. Ethan looks at his phone and then says, “Ok, we’ll be upstairs. See you losers later.”

“Door open Edwards. I’m too young to be an uncle.”

“I’ll be sure to relay the information to McKenna that your too young to be a dad so you don’t wanna have sex with her.”

“At least wear protection.”

“Gross dude.” Ethan says pulling up the stairs. He leads me into his room and closes the door behind him. I giggle at that, knowing Luke is gonna go crazy. Ethan lays on his bed and pulls me with him. Once we both get comfortable he says, “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“About what?”

“Why you are so stressed that you’re pushing me away?”

“Ethan…” I say trailing off. 

“Baby, I knew you were getting stressed but I was trying to let you deal with it. The guys noticed too. What’s going inside your pretty little head?”

“Between preseason softball workouts, midseason hockey stuff, school shit, games, having to practice on my own for softball, all that drama within itself. And I’ve been thinking about grad school too. There’s just so much going on.”

“Instead of pushing me away, put some of that on me.”

“I can’t do that Ethan.”

“I’m asking you too morgs. At least the stress from hockey. Let me deal with that to lighten your load a little bit. Please baby, I’m worried about you.” Ethan says with a sigh. He rubs circles on my back too. I have to say, I missed this. I missed him. I missed us. I give into him, “Fine. But only hockey.”

“Good. And I’m sorry for calling you Morgan.”

“It’s ok.”

“Hey morgs?”

“Yea?”

“Does this mean that you’re my girlfriend now?”

“Do you want me to be your girlfriend?”

“Do bears shit in the woods?”

I giggle, “then yes. I’m your girlfriend.” He smiles and kisses me, like million times. It’s cute how excited he is. Like a kid in a candy store. He pulls me on top of him into a bear hug. He rolls us over so that he’s on top and then kisses me passionately. He smiles, “Now I get to show you off to the whole world as my girlfriend.”

“Well, Ethan Edwards my boyfriend, has a much better ring to it than oh we’re just friends.”

“Good. Now about the team?”

“Um, I don’t care. I mean our whole class knows that we’re together now so it really doesn’t matter. And I’m sure coach has had his suspicions for a while so it doesn’t matter.”

“Ok.” He said and kissed me again. We stay cuddling in his bed until practice. 

May 2023

Today was the day we were playing UCF in the regional final in Florida for the NCAA tournament. To say that you were nervous was an understatement. Since both the Devils and the Canucks weren't in the playoffs, my whole family was here. Mom, dad, Quinn, Jack, and Luke. I mean, Luke was gonna come regardless, he’s my twin so obviously he’d be here.

Today could be the last game of the season if we lose. I obviously don’t want to lose. The whole team pulled up to Orlando for this, making a headline on ESPN. Straight up. The headline was: “Michigan ice hockey team seen getting rowdy in support of their female teammate who is also a member of Michigan softball at the NCAA Regional Tournament down in Orlando.” Apparently they interviewed like Luke, and Nolan, and Ethan, some of the guys. It was kinda cool. I was glad to have them because they keep me calm, cool, and collected.

Especially Ethan. Ever since we started officially dating in January, everything has been smooth sailing. Which I’m happy about, especially since Luke isn’t going back to AA next fall. He’s signed a rookie contract with the Devils and is moving in with Jack. Good luck to Luke on that.

Anyways, back to the game. Today is do or die. I’m catching and batting third. Like I have done all season as long as I was healthy. I had some back issues and knee issues flare up while I was playing both hockey and softball at the same time. But I’ve been relatively fine since hockey ended. I was probably over working myself.

It’s the like 5th inning or something and I’m up to bat. I hit a hard line drive to the outfield and run to first. I turn to go to second when I feel something click in my knee and it buckles. I instantly fall in pain but crawl back to first. I’m not costing us an out. We call time and the trainer gets me up and off the field.

“What happened?”

“I rounded first and there was a click, it buckled, and then there was a lot of pain.” I say trying not to cry. The trainer says a bunch of things but I’m not listening. I do hear him say, “it could be ACL. Not gonna know the full story until you get back to michigan and get an MRI. For now, here’s a brace and crutches. Ok?”

“Ok.”

“Can I get you anything?”

“Just my phone and maybe some gatorade please?”

“Yea.” He leaves the room and comes back five minutes later with my phone and some gatorade for me. “Unfortunately, since this isn’t our facility, I can’t let anyone down here to be with you right now. I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok. Thank you.” He nods and walks out of the room. I immediately let my tears flow. It hurts a lot. Almost as much as when I blocked my brother’s slap shot with my chest and couldn’t breathe. I open my phone and text Ethan:

me: I need you to walk away from my family, more importantly my brothers, and call me. please Ethan!

eddy❤️: ok.

After about two minutes, I get a FaceTime from Ethan. I answer it and he immediately asks, “Are you ok baby?”

I shake my head no, “No. It’s my knee.”

“I figured. Do you know what’s wrong?”

“No, he said that we aren’t gonna know anything until we get back home. How is everyone?” I ask trying to change the subject.

“Freaking out. That’s not important, how are you?”

“Not good. I’m scared and in pain.”

“I’m sorry beautiful. They can’t let me down there can they?”

“No. Since it’s not Michigan facilities they can’t even let my parents down here. It sucks. Because they are still playing so I’m all alone.”

“I’m here. I know I’m not physically with you but I’m right here. Do you want me to get Luke?”

“God no. I just need you Ethan.” I say and start crying. I can’t be alone right now and I wish he could be here. God I need my boyfriend right now. He says, “Hey, morgs it’s ok. You’re gonna be ok. Baby, look at me.” I look at him through the phone and he says, “I need you to breathe for me. Just take slow, deep breaths. Like the ones I make you do before State games. You’re ok.”

I take the deep breaths like he tells me to and I feel a little better. At this point the trainer came back in with Hutch. I say to Ethan, “I got to go Ethan. The trainer and my coach wanna talk. I’ll see you and don’t tell anyone you talked to me.”

“Ok, I love you and you’re gonna be fine.” He smiles and winks. He hangs up before I get to say that I love him too. Hutch and the trainer smile when they realize I was on the phone with Ethan. Hutch says, “We lost 9-4. I’m sorry kid. The season is over. We’re heading back to school tonight. I know that you’re family is here, so you own’t have to return with us if you don’t want.”

“I’m gonna talk to my mom first.”

“Ok. I understand. And I understand if you want to go home with your family. Hey, it’s gonna be ok kid. We’ll figure it out.”

“Thanks Coach. And thanks for a great season.” She nods and pats my back before heading out. She knows that I don’t want any of the girls in here. I can’t deal with all of that right now. The trainer says, “I talked to the UCF staff. They said I can let 3 people down here. Who do you want me to get?”

“My mom, Luke, and Ethan.” He nods and walks out of the training room. I focusing on breathing and calming myself for when they come in. After like 10 minutes my mom, Luke, and Ethan come walking in. My mom instantly hugs me. And then Luke, and then Ethan. He probably holds me the longest.

My mom asks, “Ok, what did the trainer say?”

“He said that he doesn’t really know what it could be and that I need to get it looked at back home.” I say with a half smile. My mom takes a deep breath and says, “Ok. Our flight back leaves tonight, so I don’t know when the team is leaving but we can get you a ticket and figure something out.”

“The team is also leaving tonight so I’ll just go with them.” She nods and says, “I’ll give you guys a few minutes. Feel better honey and let me know about the flight and stuff.” I nod and then Ethan comes over and really hugs me after. Like a bone crushing hug. But it’s fine because I started crying when he hugged me so this hug is hiding my tears. 

He pulls away and wipes my tears. He smiles and says, “We’re gonna figure this out baby. I promise. Together.” I nod and pull him back in to hug him. He lets go and moves so that Luke can hug me again. Luke says, “Hey, it’s ok. I got your back. We got this, together. You’re my twin, and the Hughes Twins are tough as nails. Born together?”

“Die together. Thank you Luke. I love you.”

“I love you too morgy. Let’s get you home yea?” I nod and then we head out. Ethan helps me carry everything to the team bus and stuff. He hugs me and says, “I’ll see you in Michigan, I love you baby.”

“I love you too Ethan.” I kiss him before getting on the bus with the team. I put my headphones in and close my eyes and drift off to my own little world. This is about to be the worst summer ever, possibly longer.

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Any chance for snixmas we can have head cannons of santana and quinn in the future and how their jobs intersect with their relationship?

Merry Snixxmas!

*Since there are sooooooooooo many possible Quinntana futures out there I’m going with a personal fave: Publicist Santana and Author Quinn get together as adults after not seeing each other for like ten years. I also made this up as I went along & accidentally spun it into a mini fic rather than just HCs which is totally not what you asked for sorry sorry sorry…

Their jobs are actually how they reconnect again. Sort of. Santana’s at an event for one of her clients (asshole actor) and Quinn happens to be dating said asshole actor. Santana does not realise this at the time, because the actor is an asshole and failed to tell his publicist he was dating someone new (a famously devout Christian author, at that!) before bringing her to a highly publicised industry event. It’s a whole thing. Quinntana end up squabbling in front of the press and a picture of them yelling at each other makes the tabloids.

They meet up to do damage control. Asshole actor (let’s call him Adam) is a no-show. Quinn is impressed by Santana’s entourage of assistants and how far she’s come in the ten years since they lost touch. Santana reluctantly admits the same of Quinn, even if she’s not buying the whole ‘born-again’ religious thing. Quinn neither confirms nor denies that she’s using her religion to make a name for herself as a writer. They make peace once Santana explains why she reacted the way she did, make a plan to manage the bad press, then end up going out to lunch afterwards to catch up.

The plan goes out the window immediately when another photo of them at lunch makes the tabloids - specifically, of them hugging goodbye for a little longer than they probably should’ve. Speculation abounds for different reasons this time…

Adam is not happy. He tries to fire Santana over it, which gets her into trouble with the higher ups because he’s a major account. She goes to his house to make amends but Quinn opens the door and they get snapped by the paparazzi again. What a mess.

Adam is stupid and believes all the rumours. He breaks up with Quinn, drops Santana as his publicist and outs Quinn to the media as a lesbian. Quinn is shook. Particularly when it jeopardises the upcoming book tour for her latest novel: ‘Straight & Narrow: My Journey Back Into Faith.’

Quinn’s publisher is furious, but at Quinn’s insistence they believe her when she says it’s all a big misunderstanding. Santana meets with the publisher to assure them that Quinn is telling the truth and offers her services pro-bono. They reject her offer and make an obtuse, incredibly offensive comment about her sexuality in the process. Santana looks to Quinn, but Quinn doesn’t defend her. They have a very tense goodbye and stop speaking after this.

Meanwhile by sheer coincidence, Quinn bumps into Rachel Berry, of all people, at another writer friend’s birthday party. They too have not seen each other in years but Rachel is promoting her new autobiography ‘Barbra and Me: How a Legend Inspired an Icon’ so they have friends in common again. Rachel pretends not to see Quinn at first (in a very obvious Rachel way where she absolutely DID see her), and when Quinn finally catches up with her admits that Santana is actually her publicist and she knows all about what went down between her and Quinn. She’s firmly on Santana’s side in all of it, and politely informs Quinn that straight women don’t have sex with their female friends on Valentine’s Day. Let alone twice. Quinn is floored.

Life goes on. Quinn’s book tour is a success but she very quickly begins to feel like a fraud. During a bookshop Q&A someone asks her what it’s like to be mistakenly associated with someone ‘like Santana,’ and when she realises what they’re getting at something inside her snaps. She outs herself this time. Owns her sexuality for the first time in her life, says she’s been with a woman, that the woman was Santana, and that she had such a great time they did it twice. She voices her regret about a lifetime wasted on the Adams of the world to a room full of press, then walks out. Book sales be damned.

Obviously, Quinn’s publisher drops her. But she doesn’t care. She starts writing a new book almost immediately, an honest one this time. A fiction piece about a girl from a Christian household who spent so long trying to be good she lost sight of what good really was. Good is integrity, good is kindness, good is… a made up word determined entirely by the subjective opinion of the individual. It��s also the working title of her new book until she thinks of a better one.

Santana hears about Quinn’s Q&A epiphany through the grapevine (Rachel) and is quietly impressed. That is, until she hears another rumour that the new work Quinn is shopping around to publishers heavily features a lesbian character from the wrong side of the tracks who serves as both best friend and antagonist to the main character. Seeing red, Santana has her executive assistant secure a copy of the manuscript at all costs.

Santana doesn’t have time to read, so she has her assistant do it for her. What she doesn’t expect is to walk into her office the next morning to find said assistant sobbing over the final chapter. He tells her it’s something she should read for herself, and between that and all the crying Santana is sufficiently disturbed enough to decide she will ABSOLUTELY avoid reading it altogether. She snatches the manuscript, tracks down Quinn’s address and ambushes her after work that night instead.

Quinn gets an offer from a small independent publisher for a limited print run, which she celebrates by opening a bottle of wine and drinking alone in her apartment. When there’s a knock at her door, the last thing she expects is to find Santana standing there, red-faced, waving her own manuscript in her face. She lets Santana rant for a while about betrayal and exploitation and the like, then politely requests that she read the book before passing further comment. Then, she closes the door in Santana’s face.

Santana goes to see Rachel that weekend, who is surprised because honestly Santana never makes social calls anymore. She then sits there while Rachel reads the book all day instead (Rachel actually had other plans that day but you try telling an angry Santana that...). When she reaches the final chapter Rachel starts tearing up, and when Santana asks her WHY, begins reading aloud. It turns out Quinn’s book is a tale of lost love, of the ‘could’ve been’ - of a brief moment in time with the one that got away, and the years long struggle that followed the main character as she continued to deny the truth of who she was and who she loved. By the time Rachel finishes reading it is abundantly clear that the ‘one who got away’ is based on Santana.

Santana goes to Quinn’s apartment again. This time, she’s furious for a different reason. How dare Quinn misrepresent their friendship like that. How dare she misrepresent Santana??? She says Quinn is just as much a fraud as she always was - she’s just swapped manipulating Christian readers for sales to manipulating vulnerable teens instead. Shame on her, she says. Shame. On. Her. Quinn shuts her up by kissing her.

They start dating, slowly at first because Santana is still waiting for the other shoe to drop. Six months later, they finally make it official. Quinn’s book is a hit, in part thanks to the whisper campaign Santana sets up in her spare time because her publisher can’t afford to promote it properly and Santana simply cannot sit idly by while the best book she’s read in years flops. They become a bit of a power couple after that - Santana continuing with her day job as a publicist to the stars but using her skills and connections to quietly support Quinn’s career wherever she can too. Quinn holds her own just fine though. She carves out a lovely little niche for herself as a YA author, and is a regular guest at talks, panels and fan conventions across the country.

It’s a good life. Their careers are adjacent enough to one another for them to have things in common but far enough apart not to make their world feel too small. Some (Rachel) may say the situation still gets a little chaotic at times. After all, Quinn has and always will be Quinn, and Santana remains Santana. There’s going to be some bad in amongst the good... But they soon determine that being good all the time doesn’t matter as much as being honest with each other; as being kind even in those moments when it’s easier to be cruel. And by that definition their relationship is good. It is. Always. It’s so good in fact, that Quinn will probably write a book about it one day.

#anon #quinntana #this is soooo long omg I’m sorry everyone else but hopefully whoever asked for this enjoys it at least #santana lopez #quinn fabray #writing things

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i knew you were trouble { jack hughes x ex!reader }

22 { umich hockey x reader } | y/n and the umich men's hockey team celebrate her birthday

i almost do

we are never ever getting back together { mat barzal x reader }

stay stay stay { luca fantilli x reader } | after a track record of bad relationships, y/n hopes luca will stay and vice versa

*the last time {connor bedard x reader }

holy ground

sad beautiful tragic

the lucky one

everything has changed { luca fantilli x childhood bestfriend!reader} | from when they were two till now, everyone knew they were destined to be together, except them

starlight

begin again

the moment i knew

come back...be here

girl at home

state of grace

ronan

better man

*noting new { jack hughes x reader } | being an athlete, jack as a lot of options,"better" opions, which leads y/n to overthink and jack worries about her.

babe

message in a bottle

i bet you think about me

*forever winter { luke hughes x reader } | luke and y/n’s relationships is rocky throughout his rookie year, she’ll do anything to change his mind

run

*the very first night { luke hughes x reader }

all too well (10 min. version) { quinn hughes x reader }

#sunnylune #sunny lune writes #nhl #hockey #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #connor bedard #connor bedard x reader #lukas reichel #mat barzal #umich hockey #trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #jamie drysdale #jamie drysdale x reader #cole caufield #cole caufield x reader #adam fantilli #adam fantilli x reader #luca fantilli #luca fantilli x reader #taylor swift #nj devils #red #sunnyluneevent #sunnylunenhlxts

[jj-nhlgirly]

Summer of Love:- Arriving in Michigan

Jack Hughes X F!reader

This is my first ever fanfic so please be kind. If anyone has any requests please do ask.I’m also thinking of making a part two to this. My other fics will be Y/N but for this one I felt she needed a name TW:- Mentions of divorce?

(Not my gif, credits to whoever made this)

To say Mackenzie was nervous would be the biggest understatement, she was shaking with anticipation on her drive to Canton with her sister. Jack and Mackenzie had been dating for 2 years now and even though Mackenzie had met the Hughes family on multiple occasions throughout those 2 years this would be the first time Mackenzie’s sister Skylar would be meeting them.

Mackenzie and Skylar were extremely close having gone through their parents divorce together at a young age, and their dad not really in the picture. Mackenzie and Skylar were really all they had, if the Hughes didn’t like Skylar it was a massive deal breaker for Mackenzie and yet here she was driving to Canton to spend an entire summer with her sister and her boyfriends family. Mackenzie was so caught up in her head that she didn’t realise Skylar was talking to her until she felt a poke to her shoulder.

“What’s the matter with you Kenz?” Skylar asked worriedly, her sister was never this quiet usually you’d have to tell her to be quiet. “Nothing Sky Im just a little nervous for you to meet everyone that’s all .” Kenzie replied. “I’ll be fine Kenzie, if they’re as amazing as you say they are we’ll get on great.” Skylar could visibly see Kenzie relax at that.

“We’re almost there now could you text Jack and let him know we’re about 15 minutes away?” Kenzie asked Skylar. “Yeah of course, what’s your passcode?” Skylar asked. “My birthday” Kenzie replied immediately. After Skylar had typed in the code and messaged Jack informing him of what Kenzie had said they were soon pulling into the drive way. Taking a deep breath Mackenzie went to grab the door handle before Skylar spoke again. “Hey kenz it’s gonna be ok, this summer is gonna be fun I just know it” “thank you Skye I’m glad you decided to come along this year” Kenzie replied before getting out.

Jack and Quinn were standing on the front porch waiting to greet the girls and help them with their bags, once jack saw Mackenzie he ran to greet her having not seen her for a few days as she went back home to get Skylar. As soon as Jack was standing in front of her, Kenzie pulled him into a hug and kissed him quickly before pulling away, much to jacks dismay. Jack then went to greet Skylar as Mackenzie was pulled into another hug by the oldest hughes brother. “Hey Kenzie, how have you been?” Quinn asked her. “I’ve been good Q, exhausted from having to juggle time with Sky and Jack though” Quinn chuckled at that and let go of her. “Yeah Rowdy’s not stopped talking about you and when your getting here”. “When are the other boys getting here?” Kenzie asked noticing the lack of noise coming from the house. “They’re coming later this evening, jack didn’t want to overwhelm you or Skylar with them all” Quinn responded, Kenzie could feel her heart swell at Jack being so thoughtful.

After greeting everyone and introducing Skylar, the boys decided it would be a good idea to play a game of 20 questions to get to know Skylar a little more and that is how Kenzie found herself tucked under jacks arm on the couch with Skylar on the other side of her answering questions she never thought would come up again. To be fair to the boys the questions started out normal, “when’s yours and Mackenzie’s birthday Skylar?” Asked Luke. Skylar replied almost instantly “ Mine is March 27th 2003 and Kenzie’s is June 21st 2001” Quinn asked Kenzie how she got the scar on her forehead, it started from her right temple and ended above her eyebrow, and she replied telling the boys the story of how Skylar pushed her off a boat during a vacation because she wouldn’t share her nerd clusters with her.

When the attention was back on Skylar, Mackenzie relaxed when she realised she didn’t need to worry anymore, Skylar was right they were getting on great, they were having fun but Kenzie was still on edge, she was protective of her sister in the same light that Skylar was protective of her. Kenzie couldn’t help but giggle louder than she anticipated as everyone looked over at her. “What’s funny babe?” Jack asked looking down at her. “Nothing sweets—nothing, I was just thinking back to the first time you met sky!” She replied. Jack groaned as Skylar started giggling as well. Quinn and Luke looked lost watching the scene unfold. “What happened?” Luke asked. Kenzie tried to reply but couldn’t as she kept laughing. Skylar took over instead, “oh my gosh, so when I first heard about jack I was wary of him, kenz’s first boyfriend was a right douche who never treated her right and so after him I vowed to give her next boyfriend a hard time when I first met him, you know get to know what he really wanted with my sister. I wasn’t gonna let another boy break her heart and so when she first brought Jack around i interrogated him for the entire night, I honestly thought he was gonna cry he looked so scared. But I realised he was actually a perfect fit for kenz and I had to tell him the jig was up and I was just messing with him.” Lukes face had turned red as he was trying so hard not to laugh, until he couldn’t hold it in, everyone else followed suit and soon the whole living room was filled with laughter, until the doorbell rang.

Luke, Quinn and Jack looked at each other confused until they heard a familiar voice shout “Yo Hughesy open the door your best buddies are here” Luke bolted it to the door, with everyone else following suit, and there stood on the front porch was the Michigan sophomore boys. Kenzie looked over to Skylar to see her smiling brightly with her nose slightly scrunched, confused Mackenzie tried to see who her sister was looking at and that’s when she realised someone on the Umich hockey team had caught her eye. Would this be the summer everything changed for sky?

AN:- would you guys like a part 2? Who do you want the mysterious Umich boy to be? I’m open to suggestions. Again please be kind this is my first ever fic

Part 2??

#jack hughes x reader #jack hughes #luke hughes #quinn hughes #umich boys

[msmargaretmurry]

it was about your actual eldest daughter quinn cisswap fic :D

hahahaha thank you for clarifying <3 even though it would have been a delightful message either way

i'm so pleased to hear it though! i love her so much, i am slowly but doggedly plugging away at that fic in the precious free time i have and i am looking forward to hopefully one day share her with you and the five other people who are excited to read her story. also it's been a while since i wrote a female protagonist and it's been such a fun and interesting writing process digging into how the gender of it all does or doesn't change things.

anyway! have a little snippet of exposition!! <3

Technically, Quinn met Brady before they were fifteen. The elite hockey world is small, and they played with and against each other at various youth tournaments, but fifteen is when everything really started. Women in the NHL were no longer brand new, although still treated like a novelty — as if that’s ever going to change — but having girls in the national team development program was still in the experimental stages. After all, international competition was still strictly gendered. Someone had convinced the powers that be that if the best girls in the game were legitimately shooting for the NHL now, then it was good for the Americans to at least present the illusion of equal institutional support, the same way Sweden and Finland were doing. Can’t be falling behind the Europeans.

So the program wanted Quinn. Her parents, despite her years on boys’ teams and her tenuous commitment to Michigan, whose D-I hockey team did not historically include girls, had expressed some reservations about sending her off to live in an environment that was 90% teen boys before her sixteenth birthday. They were supportive, yeah, but they kept asking about special accommodations — a phrase that Quinn at fifteen loathed, feeling that it highlighted a difference between her and the boys that she would prefer for everyone to just forget about. But Brady, obviously, was also program-bound, and at a spring tournament in Wisconsin, Quinn’s coach connected Quinn’s parents with Keith and Chantal. Their dads already knew each other from years in the league: Jim behind the bench and in front offices, Keith on the ice. Both families familiar with the other from years of running in the same circles. The Tkachuks, it turned out, had a place in Ann Arbor while their boys were in the program, and they would be happy to let Quinn have the basement apartment, if some guaranteed parental supervision from a take-no-shit NHL veteran would put everyone’s minds at ease.

Brady, tall and gangly with his sweaty curls matted to his head, had watched the adults deliberating for half a minute, then turned to Quinn, stuck his hand out, and said, “Hey, how ya doing? That was a sick goal from the point your last game. Seriously, hell of a shot. I pointed it out to my dad and he was like, well, yeah, Brady, you could do that too if you didn’t have legs like spaghetti noodles. So I guess it’s gonna be leg day every day this summer.”

Quinn, once she had processed all of this, her hand still being shaken, had said, “Uh, yeah, looks like you could really use some work in that department.” Then she winced internally, because, yeah, great first impression on the kid whose parents were brokering her path to the NHL right at that moment. But Brady just laughed.

“So you think you’re gonna come to the program?” he asked.

Quinn nodded at the council of grown-ups. “If they let me, yeah.”

“They’ll let you. You’re too good not to go,” Brady said, so breezily assured that for a moment Quinn forgot why she had doubts. “It’s great. You’ll love it. My brother is there and he loves it. He says it’s not weird at all having girls around. I mean, like, obviously, we’ve got Nicky and Rach on our team right now and they’re great so I didn’t think it would be weird anyway. But Matthew says—” he laughed again, shaking his head “—he says, ‘just remember, you can hit them, but don’t hit on them, and it’ll all be fine.’” 

Despite herself, by this point, Quinn was grinning. “Sounds like a pretty good rule.”

“Yeah, he’s a knucklehead, but sometimes he pops out a gem like that,” Brady said.

“Brothers are usually knuckleheads.”

“True. Wait, hey.”

Quinn gave him a sidelong look, one eyebrow raised. He slugged her in the shoulder.

“Quinny, come here a sec,” her mom said, and that’s how Quinn wound up living in Brady Tkachuk’s basement for two years.

#ask #eldest daughter quinn hughes #hockey for ts #usually i'm so cagey about sharing from wips but it's gonna be so long until i have anything ready for posting........ #counting on u all to forget all of this by the time i finish the fic 😅

[lovejosephquinn]

Worlds Change When Eyes Meet - Joseph Quinn x Reader, Part 2.

So, I didn’t expect all of the love I received from both my silly little fics, so here’s Part 2 of my Joe x Reader story.

I was thinking of continuing it, so lmk what you think if you want a part 3 I’ll make it happen!

I’m having so much fun writing again, as usual tysm for all your support!

Summary: It's time for the London & Film Comic Con, you're surprising your niece for her birthday by taking her to meet & greet with Joseph Quinn. It doesn't turn out to be just a meet. Is this love at first sight for you both? Or is it all just some stupid crush.

Warnings: fluff, slight angst and mild smut but not really lmao

Word Count: 4.1k

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

The night was filled with exactly what you were promised with. Smiley, warmly invited bodies lined up against one another, hands touching, kisses that could send you through orbit and back. You were addicted, addicted to the sight of this one guy that had accidentally shown up in your life with no word of warning. All you wanted to do was give your niece a great day and now look.

Joe made you feel something special, with that being said you had only known each other a short time, but the time shared so far was something to cherish for a life time. He made you feel good and above all, beautiful. His words and his actions proved it. You broke from what felt like your millionth kiss. "Let me take you out properly Y/N." he stuttered between your lips. "Out properly?" you pulled back smiling, "like a date?" you proposed lightly. "Like a date, exactly love. I wanna do this properly." Not that you had spent the whole night in floods of conversation, noodles and wine, oh no he wanted to spoil you. "I accept Mr. Quinn, but only if you're sure." you pulled back in for another kiss. He didn't waste any time in pulling you onto him, straddling on his lap. "I love it when you call me that. Wear something pretty, we're gonna go to my favourite Italian place in London, it's something dreams are made of." He puts his fingers to his lips, kissing them as he makes an o with his fingers. "And when will this 'date' take place?" You grab his hand in delight getting carried away at the thought. "Well I've got some spare time until I have to go do another few duties, can I see you again tomorrow night?" You fluster at the thought he wants you again, already. Having spent the entire night with you right now and he wants to see you for more? Surely this is a good sign. "Tomorrow night will be perfect." You lean forward, kissing him softly. "Come on love, it's almost 4am, we'd better sleep unless you wanna be napping into your food tomorrow." You fall to the side of him when he offers his arm around you, you lay your head his chest. "Good night sweetheart, I'll be dreaming of you." You flush as his hand strokes the side of your arm, drawing patterns around it as you shudder at his touch. "Good night Joe, not before I do." You both drift into a slumber and not before the morning light seeps through your window.

Your alarm stuns you. Bloody thing, does it not know you're not at work today. You look to see a snoozing and even more beautiful man laying beside you, your stomach fills with butterflies allowing you to forget that stupid alarm that continues to give you PTSD every morning. "Good morning." Your croaky voice is enough to make him chuckle with his eyes closed. "G'morning beautiful, what time is it?" You both get up at your own pace. Stretching and giggling at last nights antics. "I'd better get back home, I promised my mum breakfast." Joe puts his hand across his face rubbing his eyes. "See you later though, I'm looking forward to it." He pecks your forehead. "I'll come get you later, be ready for 6pm." There's that time again, the time that made your heart cry out last night at the thought of seeing him. "I'll be ready, love." You call him as he lets out that stunning grin from a distance. "Oh you're calling me love now?" He bites his tongue between his lips, you share a cheeky, flirtatious wink and with that he leaves.

You've never known a day go slower, but you know it'll be worth the wait. Your phone buzzes, you look down to see your niece calling you. "Hello, sweetpea. You okay?" the silence echoes through the phone. "Hi Y/N I just wanted to ring and tell you about the new photo frame I made for the picture of me and Eddie!" You smile at the thought. "His names Joe remember?" She pauses as you hear your sister, she'd obviously got you on loud speaker. "Joe? You knew him only so much as Joseph the other day, she was telling me that you found yourself a little crush on the actor you didn't even know existed." She laughed. "Cheers hun, I'll fill you in soon. But for now, your frame sounds cool, do you think you could make me a matching one?" She giggles louder. "Yes yes yes!" Your sister interrupts with a firm voice "Y/N, you'd better be over here some point letting me know what's going on." .. "give me a few days I'll be over." .. "Love you auntie Y/N, but not as much as you looooved Eddie Muns... I mean Quinn." You laugh as you say goodbye and end the call. Your niece would freak if she knew what was going on, but you weren't gonna spill yet. It's early days, what if Joe didn't end up feeling the same way about you? You needed to wait and give it a little more time. Getting ready was no chore, you did your hair a little more tonight, curling it and putting a little more make up on, throwing on a little red number you had hiding in the back of your wardrobe for a 'special occasion.' PING! "I'm outside when you're ready, love." You waste no time in leaving your apartment this time, grabbing your bag and flying out of the door. You walk over to his car looking him up and down in the process, damn he looked good in a blazer and trousers. He looks up to you, he's eyes grow wide and mouth falls open. "Holy shit Y/N." You reach your hand to the bottom of his chin and press up to close his mouth. "Hello handsome." He smiles through his eyes and leans in to kiss you. "God you look incredible." He offers you your hand and opens the car door. "After you, my lady." You nod and sit in the car as you just can't help but stare the whole journey.

You eat dinner. You drink champagne. You laugh like idiots. You're stuck in the moment, your hand reaching across to his on the table intertwining. You absolutely adore everything about this man, there's no denying it. You like him, you like him a lot and you cannot hide your feelings. There's also no denying he is delivering the same wave length back to you, well at least you hoped so. "Coming back to mine tonight? I don't want to let you go just yet." You smile and nod politely. "If you'll have me." Shrugging your shoulders playing it cool makes him laugh.

You drive back to his apartment, it is better than you could have ever imagined and in which holds a lovely looking glass fronted balcony overlooking the city. All lit up and looking pretty, you head through the sliding doors to take in the breath taking view. "Oh my god Joe, it's perfect." He smiles as he gazes at you from behind. "Yes... you are." You turn and he's right in front of you, he takes your hand and spins you around. "I could never forget this night, Joe, thank you so much." He shakes his head "and there will be more unforgettable nights, I don't know about you but I'm feeling something good about this... about... us." He puts your hand to his shoulder as he glides his hand to the bottom of your back, his other hand placing in yours as you dance slowly to nothingness in the moonlight and lit up buildings of London.

A feeling of eternity which happens to only be a few minutes has your heart blowing up. You stop dancing as you wrap your arms around his neck, leaning up as you share an extremely passionate and meaningful kiss. You returned back to your previous position rocking from side to side. "You remember last night when you said you'd got a few days before you've gotta do some stuff, what did you mean?" His face fell to the floor looking like his heart had just shattered. "I'm off to America to do a press tour, I'll be back in a few weeks." WHAT? No no no. You should've known this feeling would of fell short. You let go and step back leaning against the glass frame as you let half a smile creep your lips but enough to show your disappointment. "Y/N. Please don't look at me like that. Just spend as much time as you can with me these next few days and as soon as I'm back you'll have me again, I promise." He'll be across the world from you and you can't stand the feeling, why are you allowing yourself to feel like this from the man you met just under a week ago, your feelings had taken over you. "I just... I'll miss you. You'll forget about me by then." He stepped towards you and took your hand as he pressed it to his lips. "Never, princess, I'm not usually like this, unless I feel a connection, this is out of character for me, I could never forget about you." You smile a slight tearful smile and your heart weakens at the new found nickname. "Joe..." your fingers intertwine as he pulls you in for a hug. "Trust me, you're unforgettable." He picks you up with one foul swoop as you let out a tiny squeal. "Come on, I'm going to snuggle the shit out of you." You giggle. "Sounds perfect Mr Quinn." He lets a huge sigh out, smiling. Before you know it you're in his bed, him towering over you kissing the life out of you as if it were the last time he could. Heavy breathing, long passionate kisses, just the way you liked it.

You found yourself wide awake as you stared over at Joe who was sound asleep. Leaning over to check your phone. It's 3am and your thoughts are all over the place. When will you see him again? Will he miss you whilst he's in America? Will he want you still? You turn your sound down low as you roll over staring at the videos of TikTok. The next video you see, a girl lip syncing a song with the text over the video 'who the hell is she?' Your lips press firmly together as you see a photo of you and Joe getting out of the car reaching for his hand entering his apartment. A few videos down, another girl with the same photo 'get off my man, bitch.' Oh shit... the more you watch, the more videos keep popping up. You feel a weird and cold feeling at the pit of your stomach. You're suddenly known of and knew it would only spread like wildfire, the way any social media post did. You sit up and stare round at Joe who's out like a light, oblivious to what is going on. You're nervous, you had now and we're going to become the talk on every girls lips. You have a decision to make. Is this the life you want?

Even though your thoughts have pretty much consumed your entire mind, you still try to get some sleep. Joe still sleeping soundly next to you, you turn to your side away from him and shut your eyes. If this many people knew now, the world would know by tomorrow. The worst part about it was you weren't even his. His. The thought of that would made the thoughts disappear for a split second - but how could you be his? In a few short days he was disappearing half way across the world for a while. You knew you'd be his in a heart beat if he asked. But what now? What's going to happen to your own life now that people have found out about the two of you. You fall asleep eventually, you'll sleep on the thought and cross the bridge tomorrow. Tomorrow comes too soon and you're still laid in the same position you fell asleep in. You feel Joe wrapping his arm over you and cradling your stomach, his touch wakes you up and you feel his fingers patterning around you. "Good morning, beautiful." He whispers, his voice husky from just waking up. You enjoy that sound, you could get used to it. "Morning handsome." You turn over to get a better look. His sleepy state is the most adorable thing you've ever seen, the little grin on his face makes butterflies go mental in your stomach. "How did you sleep?" he nuzzles himself down into your neck and leaves light kisses. You let out a slight whimper at the feel. There's something about those lips. "Okay eventually...I-I struggled for a bit." you trail off. "Was something the matter, love?" he brings his face back to yours with growing concern. You lean over to your grab your phone and pull up your camera roll, showing the videos you saved last night. He watches, his fingers which were once lingering on your body now rubbing his eyes in irritation. "Oh, oh right. Are you ok?" You react with half a nod to which he shakes his head. "I should've known I couldn't keep this private for very long, I should've never took you out, I should've never put you in a vulnerable state like that, I..." You kiss him. You don't just peck, you throw your lips onto him like you're desperate, you're shutting him up. You are inevitably falling for this person and you want to know he feels the same. He returns the gesture by kissing you straight back, hungry for your lips. You both release, slightly out of breath at the surprise. "Let me rephrase that, I should've never so... so quickly. I don't regret it Y/N. I just don't want you to have live this life as quickly as I've had to learn to. There will be some harsh critics, there will be some jealous critics. Some sweet. Is this what you want, love? Am I what you want?"

You stroke your hand across his jaw, feeling his facial hair in between your fingers as you stroke down. You look into his eyes, feeling lost and found at the same time. "Joe, from the moment I met you, I could've screamed it from the roof tops. I'm yours." He paused as he took your hand from his face and intertwined your fingers with his. "You... are..." you look slightly choked. "I'm yours Mr Quinn, didn't ever doubt that." He takes a deep breath and smiles at name calling. "And I'm yours, princess. I promise. Just please try and ignore what's coming, it'll be hard but I'll be there. I'll try to be there." you share a small and sweet peck. "But, you're going away soon. America Joe, where do I stand there?" His face drops as if he didn't remember. "Then it'll make it ever so special the moment I get back and you're here for me. There won't be a day I don't think about you. These days feel like years and I'm not about to forget you, are you sure you can handle this? I know what you've seen is harsh but it won't get easier for a while." You nod "I want you and if that's what has to happen so I can keep you... so be it." You shrug. He falls back into that delicious smile and pushes you to your back and starts gaze into your eyes. He lets out a slight snigger as he tickles you, you squeal and struggle at the feeling "JOSEPH!!!" He pulls himself up above you, grabbing your phone from your side and flips onto the camera, he lays back to your side puts his arm round you as you sink in to his body, putting your hand to his chest. "Cheeeeese!" You chuckle and smile, obliging happily. Tapping onto your phone to view the picture whilst he's still holding it. You both look content. You both look... almost in love. He sets your phone to one side again.

Hovering back above you and cradling your face with his hand you bring your hand up to his face and stroke his cheek then proceed to run your finger from there down his jawline, his neck and onto his chest. His whole body shakes at your touch. He wastes no time in leaning down to meet your lips, never had you felt a kiss with such desire. He trails his fingers through your hair, groaning into the kiss ever so slightly, you groan back as a response. Tongues colliding with one another, they fit perfectly together. The whole thoughts of you two being public when you weren't officially his were slowly disappearing and all you could think, want or feel was him. Joseph freakin' Quinn. The heated kiss turned into heated touching along side, you were desperate to feel every inch of him, as was he with you. Breaking the kiss slightly, he admired you. "You're so beautiful, shit, I'm so lucky." You pulled him back in to kiss you harder, as if you hadn't had enough, you simply couldn't get enough. From the other side of the room, you heard a phone buzzing. Your kiss broke as Joe looked over in the phones direction. "It can wait." He threw himself straight back at you, kissing down your neck and sucking on your sweet spot, he hadn't even so much as done anything and you were a melted puddle in the middle of his bed. The phone buzzes again and then again. Joe lifts himself away from you. "For goodness sake." He stands up, hands on his hip and answers. "Hello?" you watch him intensely feeling like you've just had the moment ripped away by the person on the other end who clearly couldn't wait. "Right, are you sure we can't wait a couple more days? I'm kind of in the middle of something." He smirks at you but then his face completely solders into a straight line. He rubs at his forehead and keeps his eyes averted from you. "Sure. Okay. See you soon." He ends the call and sits at the side of you on the bed. "I've got to get a flight out today, love. I'm so sorry." Your heart instantly drops, it's like you've been told the worst news in the world.

"Oh, erm yeah, it's er okay..." a whole wave of sadness hits your voice, a lump in your throat appears as you clear it, trying to get rid of the evidence. "Y/N, I'm sorry, I thought we had a bit more time. I'll be back in a few weeks though, I promise I won't be letting you go." The word 'a few weeks' is seeming like a lifetime to you at the moment, you don't respond. You crawl out of bed and start to gather your dress, putting it on over your underwear you'd slept in, slipping your shoes on and sitting in silence, the tears weren't far away. He slipped himself up behind you suddenly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in tighter. "I am so sorry, princess. Please say something." You break out of his arms and stand up, towering above him as he looks into your eyes, those doe eyes kill you. "A few weeks, a few weeks Joe? What if things don't go to plan and it turns into more? What if you change your mind whilst you're gone. What if... what if I'm not what you actually wanted." You can mentally see the lump in his throat forming, matching yours. You were being harsh, maybe a tad over dramatic. The heat of the moment had gotten the better of you. "Don't ever say anything like that again, please love I.." He whispers softly, enough for you to hear. You interrupt him. "It's better that I go now, save us both the disappointment isn't it" his eyes turn sharp, he shakes his head at you. "Y/N, please, don't be like this." You know in your head your overreacting, but you're terrified, terrified of losing something that isn't even actually yours, even though he said he is. Actions speak louder than words right? "Good luck in America, Joe. I'll miss you. But I am scared of one day falling in love with you and not having you here, it won't be enough, I can't let myself fall into that trap." He nods. "Okay, let me at least take you home?" You shake your head. "Ill make my own way, get yourself ready and gone." You don't want it to be this way, you regret every single word that came out of your mouth. You hear a sob as you walk away. "Y/N, please don't let this end. Not now. Not now I've nearly got you." You turn back at the doorway to look, just seeing the back of him and he's got his head in his hands. "I'll let you decide if it's the same when you get back, duty calls though Joe." You knew this would happen, why aren't you stopping yourself? With that, you leave, you don't look back. All the way home on the train, you have missed call after missed call, message after message. Joe can't let this go, he won't let this go, but you feel as though you have to and that you've gone to far with it now. What good is it to miss someone that much that isn't really yours for real. The last few days have been a fairytale of a romantic movie that you could only ever wish would happen to you.

Hours pass and you still ignore. You slip into your comfies and lay on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket. You read his messages over and over.

'Y/N, I won't let you slip away that easy'

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'Please answer me, princess. I'm not done with us, it's only just begun.'

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"I am begging you, talk to me, I don't like how this was left. I am smitten. I can't explain it. Please just answer me, you're slowly becoming a part of my world, I can't bare that you'd be a stranger again.'

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'I'm on the plane now. I'm so sorry if you feel like I've hurt you. I'm distraught. I'll be thinking of you the entire time, please think about this, about us.'

Each word, each message breaks your heart further. Why didn't you answer the bloody phone? Why didn't you go running back to him when you walked out the door. Why didn't you let him take you home? Why are you being such a selfish, stubborn idiot? You want him. You need him. He's the first person that's made you feel like this in what feels like forever. You are a stupid girl, if you've lost him it's your own god damn fault. You decide to call him, knowing he can't answer. You melt at the voice on the other end. 'Hi it's Joe, leave a message and if I feel like it I'll call you back' added with a little giggle on the end.

BEEP!

"Hi Joe, it's Y/N. Well you know that already, that is if you haven't deleted my number in anger by now. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't terrified of what may come our way and what challenges I'm gonna face. I reacted awfully earlier and I regret how I left it. I regret it so bad, the truth is; I am yours. I am all yours. I don't want anybody else. You're all that's consumed my thoughts in the last week. Like you said, I feel like I've known you forever and I feel like it's been a thousand lifetimes and more and the truth is that it all scared me a little, but I don't want to be without you. I'll be waiting for you just like you said, call me when you land, please, please make sure you do. I need to know it will definitely be ok. I'll miss you more than words can say, but I'll be waiting. My heart is in bits. Safe flight, my love."

You end the voicemail. Looking at the picture you took on your phone together earlier that morning, laid in his bed, in his arms content and emotions running high. Laughing. Happy. You set it as your lock/Home Screen, set it to the side and stare at it without blinking for what feels hours. 'I miss you, handsome' you say out loud, a tear falls down your face and you shut your eyes before falling asleep. You dream of him. Of course you do.

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