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I haven't post in a really long time I had a lot going on but I am back now. Hopefully you like this :)

"I really don’t like you" + "so you don’t hate me anymore? Progress"

word count: 1,915

“I really just wish the two of you could learn to get along,” Luke sighed holding open the front door of the lakehouse for me. I easily walked under his arm and turned back to look at him. “I’m sorry Lukey, I really am. It’s just he makes it so damn hard to be nice to him,” I groan rolling my eyes throwing my bags on the floor near the door. “Believe me I know how hard it can be, but he is my brother,” he started as he put up the food we had just got up while I leaned again the counter watching himr. “And you are one of my favorite people in the entire world. So if the two of you could be in the same room for more than 20 minutes without arguing, it would be great.”

I thought about the younger boys words as I followed him in dropping my bags by the door. When I was six my family moved into the house next door to the Hughes’. While I am the closest to Quinn in age, Luke is the one I am actually closest with. You could always find Quinn and Jack of practing hockey in some way, but Luke would sit and have a tea party with me or play house with me. He was the absolute sweetest. Ever since the day I met Jack he had became a pain in my ass. He is a very confident guy, which he has every right to be. He is ridiculously talented in hockey, one of the most caring and passionate people I have ever met, and as much as I hate to admit it he is insanly attractive.

The problem with all of that is that he knows all of this too. He always had attention of the girls wherever we went. He always assumes every one is gonna drop at his feet. He constantly makes flirty remarks or calls me princess, and in all honesty I would fall at his feet if his attitude was a little better. Jack reminds me of a peacock so proud to show off his colors, while I would much rather sit on the sidelines and not be noticed. “I’m sorry Luke. I know the constant bickering between the two of us is annoying. I’ll try my very hardest to not let him push me to the point of wanting to smack him,” I say wholeheartedly looking up at my curly haired best friend. He smiles and opens his arms which I quickly walk into.

“Thank you. It means a lot to me,” he says into my hair as we stand in the kitchen holding each other. “Get a room,” I hear behind us and roll my eyes smiling. The voice is unmistakable and I turn locking eyes with Trevor for the first time this summer. "Jealous Zegras,” I smirk walking over and throwing my arms around his neck. His laugh vibrates my chest as he reaches around me and picks me up. He spins us around and I throw my head back laughing. Finally he set me down and I looked up at him. “Always jealous when someone else has their arms around my girl,” he winks and i lightly hit his chest. “Your girl,” I ask raising an eyebrow at the ducks player. “Yeah if she is anyone’s girl, she is mine,” Cole laughs stepping forward and throwing an arm around my shoulders. I laugh and lean into him rest my head on his chest. “I really did miss you dorks,” I laugh looking at the other two boys who just walked into the kitchen. Alex and Jack make their way to the fridge stocking it with the drinks they brought. Afterwards Alex moves over to greet me.

“Hey Lex,” I smile hugging him. “Shortstack,” he laughs ruffling the hair on top of my head. Conversation starts to flow and I feel eyes on me. “What no welcome hug for me princess,” Jack ask blue eyes staring into mine. As I open my mouth to make a smartass remark I look over to Luke who has pleading eyes. I take a deep breath and sigh looking at the older devils player. I walk over to him and give him a side hug trying to not think about how he smells amazing or how I can feel his abs under his shirt. “Nice to see you J,” I smile and walk over to the counter where Alex was standing and hop onto it. Everyone gives me a weird look, besides Luke who mouths “thank you.”

The conversation quickly picked back up and I yawned into my arm, tired from the ride to Michigan from UCLA where I was going to school. Alex noticed and stepped closer and leaned back against me so I could rest my head on his shoulder. “Hey we are finally the same height,” he jokes turning his head as far as he could to see me. His eyes squint with his infectious smile. I stick my tongue out and flick his forehead. He turns back and resumes the debate over whether a hotdog was a sandwich or not. I zone out the conversation and let my eyes wander around the room. They stop on a pair of eyes already looking my way.

Jack is looking intensely at me like he is deep in thought. I raise an eyebrow at him and he snaps out of it and looks away. Later on that night we are all sitting by the firepit drinking or roasting marshmallows. The spot next to me was open and Jack plops down right next to me close enough for our thighs to touch. He throws an arm around the back of the couch and looks over at me. “How’s it going at school princess,” he ask voice filled with cockiness. I resist the urge to smack him for the tired nickname and smile. “It’s okay, ya know just trying to get by. Finished this semester with a decent gpa,” I respond normally and he looks so confused, almost like he wants me to fight back. “I don’t know why you are worried about your gpa when all you do is study. I swear I have to drag her out of the dorm to actually make her see the sunlight,” Alex jokes. I roll my eyes and throw a marshmallow at him. “Dude remember that night we literally had to pick her up and drag her to that party,” Trevor laughed looking at Alex. “Drag is not the word I would use to describe that. You bardged into my room and threw me over your shoulder and made me go out to that stupid party,” I laugh leaning back which meant i was now leaning on Jack’s arm. “When did you guys go to a party,” he asked looking down at me. His eyes hold so much emotion and I go to ask why but I’m cut off. “Trevor wanted to hook up with this girl who was in a sorority at the college and dragged us to the party. He ditched us pretty early on and the of us ending up sitting in the corner making fun of drunk people,” Alex laughed looking my way. “And I scored didn’t I. That doesn’t compare to the wild night Caufiled had last week,” Z laughed turning the attention to the shorter boy.

As the guys went around the circle telling stories about all the girls they hit on Jack remained silent. “ What about you Jacky? How is the night life in Jersey,” Cole asked. I feel him shrug and say,” I wound’t know,” He got up after that to go get another drink and everyone looked to Luke. “He is telling the truth. He hasn’t gone out or on a date for that matter in a while,” he responds and I start to let my mind wander. The thought of him going out and getting girls has always made me a little jealous. That is a small part of why I give him such a hard time because I know he is a hot commodity and I have the smallest thing for him. I think that is why the constant picking and nicknames gets to me so much.

I tell all the guys goodnight hours later and head up to the house. As I was getting ready for bed I hear a faint knock on the door. “It’s open,” I call out running a brush through my tangled hair. Jack peaks his head in through the partly open door and hesitantly walks in. “ What’s up J,” i ask looking at the boy. “ I didn’t realzie you and the guys hung out during the year,” his voice lacks the normal confidence that it always has. I turn and look at him sitting on the bed and smile.  “Yeah every know and then. I see Lex way more than Z but we try and atleast get dinner every once in a while. Why you jealous Jacky boy,” I joke sitting down next to him on the bed.

He looks into my eyes and sighs. “Why haven’t we hung out or had dinner,” he ask forehead crinkled. His question shocks me for a second. “Because you live on the other side of the country,” I laugh not knowing what to say. Even when you are in town visiting you and Luke always go off and do your own thing. Why don’t we,” he asks looking around the room avoiding eye contact. He reminds me of a sad kid and it breaks my heart. “Jack anytime I have stayed in Jersey with you there is never a chance for the two of us to hang out. You are always surround by the team or the dozens of girls,” I say trying not to sound jealous but failing. 

He quickly looks up at me and a smirk slowly makes it way onto his face. “Kinda sounds like you are the jealous one now princess,” he says slowly leaning closer to me and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “Why do you call me that,” I whisper all the sudden aware of the closeness between the two of us. He laughs and smiles really big. “When I first saw you playing dress up with Luke one day I thought you were the prettiest girl in the whole world. You were so sweet and deserved to be protected at all times like a princess,” he says meaning every word.

“All this time i thought you were doing it to get under my skin,” I say confused. “The only way I can guarantee you to talk to me is to annoy you,” he laughs looking from my eyes to my lips and back up. I laugh and roll my eyes. “You are such a boy. I swear I really don’t like you,” I laugh wondering where our relationship would be if either one of us would have spoken up. “So you don’t hate me anymore? Progress,” he jokes his laugh filling the room. I lean forward towards him and he thinks I am going in for a kiss but I grab a pillow and smack him with it. That leads to a pillow fight and the two of us spend the rest of the night finally getting along and maybe opening the door to the possibility of more.

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okay this was so cute

ref's friends/fam for his first game !

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❍⌇𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 — 𝐐𝐇𝟒𝟑 ‧₊˚ ꒱

pairing: fem!celeb!singer x quinn hughes

summary: in which a famous singer from vancouver has a little crush on her home team’s captain. there’s a Jayden mentioned in this (he is reader’s ex bf who is a professional football player. completely fictional!!)

genre: social media fic

fc: sabrina carpenter

note: I had so much fun creating this!! giving quinny the love he deserves!! as always I hope you like it and feedback is always appreciated and adored <3

YOUTUBE | COSMOPOLITAN POSTED !

-> some of the web’s most searched questions with Y/N L/N

1.7 M viewers | 52K likes | 3 dislikes | posted 2 weeks ago!

… (10K comments)

user56: OMG!? YN and hockey?? my two worlds colliding

user89: STOP. the way she’s blushing and giggling?? I mean same girl but-

user17: she’s so beautiful

user33: I NEED new music. like right now

⤷ user54: what do you think the new album is gonna be about?

⤷ user33: definitely Jayden. I can’t wait for the tea

user39: jumping from football to hockey💀

⤷ user61: don’t kid yourself YN has always been a hockey girl. she’s from Canada

user64: a win for the quinn girlies

⤷ user26: actually it’s not 😞

user99: guess I’m gonna have to watch hockey now

user23: she’s so real for being a quinn girl😌

⤷ user19: quinn is the hottest hughes brother confirmed

⤷ user11: he has brothers?? 🤭

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liked by quinnhughes, trevorzegras and others.

nhl: canada’s very own pop star, Y/N L/N is confirmed to be one of the all-star celebrity captains. the singer will also be performing in between games on saturday!

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user53: do we know what team she’s the celeb captain of??

⤷ user65: if it’s not quinn’s…I will riot

⤷ nhl: Y/N is set to captain team hughes!

trevorzegras: might need to make another appearance at the all star game this year. you need a plus one? @.jackhughes

⤷ user55: trevor💀

⤷ user32: $50 he’s only doing this to piss quinn off😭

yourusername: so so excited! I can’t wait!

⤷ user95: shoot your shot queen

user76: oh I can’t wait for the YN and quinn content

⤷ user53: you think he’s gonna be practicing his smile in the mirror every day so he doesn’t look like a haunted cat when he meets her

⤷ eliaspettersson: 100%

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I’m sorry what?

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awwww thank you so much 🩷

Quinn Hughes Imagine

prompt: “I’m sorry. I just had to see you.“

word count: 1,865

The final buzzer of the game was normally met with cheers and excitement at Rogers Arena, but tonight it was filled with heavy sighs and disappointed fans. This was the third game in a row they had lost and you can see how frustrated the guys were getting. Not wanting to bother watching the sad and irritated post-game interviews, I lean over and turn off the tv. I had never been a huge hockey girl, that is until I moved to Vancouver for work and moved in next door to one of the Canucks. Many months ago when I was lugging boxes into the apartment building I bumped into the tall blonde with a huge smile. He immediately stopped what he was doing and helped with what would have taken me hours by myself. After a repayment meal and a lengthy conversation about how it was truly criminal, I had never been to a hockey game, a quick and solid friendship was made with Brock.

I made my way over to the kitchen and turned on the oven for some cookies. Normally when Brock and the guys have a hard game he usually ends up over at mine. He says it helps him because he doesn’t feel like being alone after. Recently some of the other guys have started coming along, which I actually really enjoy. I was so scared that I wouldn’t make friends and be so alone moving to a completely new country, but I feel like I am a member of the team with how many hockey players file in and out of my place. Sometimes they show up even when Brock isn’t around. 

My phone rings when I am placing the cookie sheet in the oven. I reach over and answer already knowing who it was. It was a running joke in our friendship that Brock looked like Prince Charming from Shrek, so his ringtone was quickly changed from the default one to I’m Too Sexy for My Shirt from the second movie. I can’t help but smile when I hear the sound. “Hey B,” I say trying to gauge his mood based on his facial features. It was too dark in his car for me to tell. “Hey y/n,” he sighs and I can hear the disappointment in his voice. A frown appears on my face before I could help it. I didn’t know what to say to make it better so we just sat in silence, a comfortable one. “I have a batch of your favorites in the oven waiting for you,” I tell him hoping to bring a small smile to the blonde’s face. A big sigh leaves his mouth,” I’m not coming home tonight. Remember that girl I went out with last week,” he starts and I nod,” Well she came to the game tonight and invited me over.”

“That’s okay Boes. I’ll just put them up for you and drop them by sometime tomorrow.” That seems to lift his mood the tiniest bit. “So… you are staying the night,” I smirk while raising my eyebrows ridiculously. He glances down at the phone seeing my face and busts out laughing. My work for the night was done by making my best friend smile after a tough night. “Grow up dork,” he laughs and soon his whole face lights up when he parks and reaches for the overhead lights. He quickly fiddles around the car grabbing his bag and then turning back to face me. “Okay well I’m here so I guess I see you when I see you,” he says getting out and heading towards her door. “Okay bye B. And hey at least you can say you scored tonight, the other guys can’t,” I say trying to hold a straight face but failing. “Oh, my god. I’m hanging up now. I actually hate you,” his words don’t match the beaming smile on his face. “Love you too,” I say while hanging up the phone. 

The quick beeps of the oven alert me to the cookies being done. As I plate the last couple I hear a knock on my door. Glancing at the clock on the microwave, I wonder who it could be this late since Brock isn’t home. I head to the door quietly and peek through the peephole seeing one of his teammates. I stand back confused for one second and then quickly shake it off opening the door. I look up and meet the eyes of the last player I thought would show up after a bad game. Quinn Hughes stood in the hallway in his game-day suit and dripping hair. “Oh my gosh, Quinn. You must be freezing,” I rush to pull him into my apartment. “I’m sure I have something that will fit give me one second,” I say rushing off to my room and pulling out a pair of my dad’s old college sweats that I stole when I moved. I grab a random sweatshirt because almost all of mine are oversized anyway and find him in the same position I left him in. The only difference is the door is now closed and his hockey bag was on the floor.

“Okay, these should work. But if not I can always run over to Brock’s and grab something,” it looks like my words fall deaf on his ears because he hasn’t even looked at me the whole time I was talking. “Quinn, did you hear me? Are you okay,” I ask slowly walking towards him and trying to hand him the clothes. He finally lifts his head and I can see the tears in his beautiful eyes. “Oh Quinn,” I whisper as I take one final step forward and wrap my arms around him. Having known him for months now, I know Quinn isn’t the biggest fan of physical touch, especially with people he isn’t really all that close with. When I make it close enough to him, he collapses in my arms letting out soft sobs breaking my heart in the process. Quinn was the guy who always had everything together, and seeing him let down his walls was new territory for me.

Quickly circling my arms around the tall defencemen, I stand in the middle of my apartment with the boy letting all of my emotions out. I rub my hand up and down his back slowly and whisper small things to him like “It’s okay Quinn let it all out” and “I know I know.” My arms had gone numb five minutes ago but I was going to stay in his embrace until he pulled away. As if he had read my mind he shyly pulled away and looked down at me with red eyes. A stray tear falls down his cheek and without a second thought, I reach up and wipe it away with my thumb leaving my hand resting on his face. I go to pull it away feeling too intimate but he encircles my wrist with his hand and leans into mine more. A small smile faces upon my face accompanied by a red blush. Now was not the time to be thinking about how attractive I found him or how many times I had wished he would be the one to show up with Brock after a game.

“Wanna go sit down in the living room. I can turn something on or we can talk if you want to,” I speak gently eyes scanning his face. A small nod gives me his answer and I slip my hand from his cheek and lace our fingers together. After he left and changed I started getting him settled in the middle of my couch and I try to round the back of it to grab one of the thousands of throw blankets I have. His grip on my hand on tightens eyes jumping to look at me and figure out why I am leaving him. I laugh lightly and reach for the closest blanket and fall back into his embrace on the couch. I lean back into the corner of it and gently pull him back into me. He rests his head in the crook of my neck and I hesitantly run my fingers through his dark hair. He releases a small sound of enjoyment so I continue until my hand goes numb. 

Using the remote I turned on some Adam Sandler movie I had started the night before but fell asleep during. The only reason I even knew he was awake was when he let out a small laugh at the scene. My hand falls from his head when he looks up at me with childlike eyes. I swear even if he wasn’t so close he could have still heard my heartbeat increase. I sent him a smile and he returned it just as big. “Thank you,” his voice was rough from his recent tears. “You don’t have to thank me, Quinn.” He really didn’t need to thank me, I felt like I should be the one thanking him for letting me be the person he lets his walls down to. “Brock always talks about how you have these magical hugs. Like how after every win he feels so much better after hugging you in the halls, or how after every loss they make him feel just the smallest bit less shitty,” he says sitting up and looking anywhere but my eyes. I let out a laugh at this because I had heard Brock says this before, I’m sure everyone he has met has. “I’m sorry. I just had to see you and see if he was right,” he started,” and he was.” The smile that graced his face was one I wanted to freeze time for and just stare at it for a little longer.

“Well, I’m glad I could be of help. You don’t have to be sorry either. I am actually so happy I finally got a hug from the huggy bear,” I laugh watching his face fill with blush as he laughs too. We stare at each other for a couple of minutes only breaking eye contact at one of the many random noises Adam Sandler makes. We settle back into the couch sitting shoulder to shoulder, feeling so content. Neither of us speaks, we just sit there on the couch enjoying each other's company and watching the ending of the movie. I hand him the remote to pick the next one and while his eyes drift across the screen looking for something, I let mine land on his face trying to memorize every small detail of it. I break my gaze when I hear the opening to Mighty Ducks and laugh at him. He shakes his head and smiles,” What, it’s a good movie.” I reach to fix the blanket on our legs when he stops me and looks over. “Do I smell cookies,” he questions laughing as his stomach grumbles. I nod jumping up and bringing him the container I was supposed to bring Brock. At that moment I didn’t even care that I would have to make more in the morning. The smile on Quinn’s face made it all feel worth it.

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so I made $57 in tips, traded a tswift friendship bracelet for the first time, and met 2 insanely gorgeous hockey players from Canada at work tonight, i would call tonight a success. also I’m the only one at work who watches hockey so no one else thought they were a cool as I did, I may have boosted their ego by geeking out over them but oh well 🤷🏻‍♀️

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"What did I do to deserve you?"

w/ jack 🫶🏼

jack was pissy. he wanted to travel with the team but he wasn’t ready to play yet. you knew he’d be upset when he got home from the rink, where he had gone to get clearance from the team doctor, who didn’t clear him.

you took the time to clean the apartment and order in from his favorite restaurant. he got home and slammed the door in anger but his composure calmed down as he saw the clean apartment, smelled his favorite meal, heard the laundry machine going, and seeing you waiting for him.

“i’m sorry that you weren’t able to go baby,” you told him as he kicked off his shoes. “what did i do to deserve you?” he asked as he approached you to kiss you hard.

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🥺 this is so good and it also broke my heart

one mistake | jack & mama — life of stevie

After Oakley was born Jack had become somewhat distant with you.

He wasn’t as present as he was with all of your other babies and it frightened you a little. This fourth baby was a surprise, yes but he was not unwanted.

So while you took time off work to take care of the kids, Jack threw himself into hockey and you hardly saw him.

Over the years you guys had struggled with little things: the fight when stevie was born, the jealousy, the little bickering but this was a side of jack you’d never seen before.

You first noticed his shift in behaviour when he arrived home from a roadie, slipping into your bed but not kissing you. When Oakley cried he never sat up with you to feed him as he usually did to keep you company. The next morning he got up and made the girls breakfast before leaving for the gym, not even a good morning kiss.

This behaviour carried on for weeks and it worried you to no end. You’d tried speaking to him about his behaviour on a few occasions but he would swiftly change the subject.

It all finally spilled out one Saturday night when Jack was teaching Ozzy how to do a hockey trick in the playroom while you sat colouring in with Frankie. Stevie was in the living room watching tv when Jack’s phone buzzed, she picked it up and ran into the playroom with it

“Daddy your phone, someone text you!”

Jack tried to take it “thanks baby-“

Stevie read the screen “It’s from… Olivia! And Olivia said I miss you call me so we can talk about what happ-“

Jack snatched the phone from Stevie’s hand “Enough Stevie, you don’t read other people’s texts”

Stevie coward away and you stood up, letting her take your seat.

“Jack” you start and he doesn’t look at you “Who is Olivia and why is she texting you?”

He sighs “Y/N please-“

“Who is she Jack?” You push

“Can we not do this infront of the kids?” He gestures towards them and you scoff “They’re in it now Jack! Just tell me!”

“She’s just some girl from Michigan” he shrugs.

You do the mental math inside your head back to the shift in his behaviour, he was on a roadie to Detroit.

Your heart drops “Did you… did you sleep with her?”

He doesn’t say anything, just standing up and looking at the girls “Stevie can you take them to their rooms please?”

Stevie nods, pulling her little sisters towards their bedrooms before jack turns to you “Babe please hear me out”

“Jack… did you sleep with her?” You ask again, not looking for his excuses.

He clenches his eyes shut “I love you and I love our kids-“

“Oh my god… Jack you slept with her” you mumble, stepping back “I can’t believe you”

He reaches out for you but your arm is quick to move “No don’t touch me! Don’t- how could you do this to us?”

“I don’t know! I wish I had an answer but I don’t, I’ve been beating myself up since it happened” he exclaims “and she keeps texting me and I feel guilty”

You laugh “Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?! You have ruined our family, we just had a baby!”

Jack’s face turns to one of panic “No, no we don’t have to ruin anything we don’t have to do that-“

“It’s too late jack, I will not let my daughters grow up knowing their daddy disrespects their mother the way you have” you snap.

Jack’s eyes are filling with tears “Baby please don’t say that… I made a mistake just one mistake”

You sniffle “Yeah so did I… marrying you”

Then you hear another sniffle and you both turn to see the girls standing in the doorway all crying. When you finally spot them they scurry back to their rooms and you split up, you take Ozzy and Stevie’s room while Jack takes Frankie’s.

Jack knocks on her door, no answer.

He does it again and no answer.

"Frankie I'm coming in" Jack announced as he opened the door to her bedroom to find Frankie on her bed with tears rolling down her face.

Jack's heart breaks "Frank-“

"No daddy! No don't talk to me I don't ever want to see you again you hurted my mommy" she sobs and Jack crouched down next to her bed

"Frankie.... me and mommy we love you so much regardless of what is going on ok? That between all me and mommy. Frankie I love you"

It takes her a moment, she breathes deeply

"Well i don't love you anymore"

Her words break Jack’s heart to an extent he’s not sure he’ll ever recover from.

“Frankie��”

She sniffles “Go live with Olivia, daddy! I don’t want to see you anymore because I hate you!”

She wasn’t really sure what she was saying but she knew she was mad and it was Jack’s fault.

When you left Stevie and Ozzy’s room you found Jack hyperventilating in the hallway while he told you what Frankie had said to him.

You took her into Stevie’s room to calm down while you attended to Jack. When he finally got his breathing under control you where kneeling in front of him. He stroked your hair and mumbled

“My pretty girl, how did I mess this up?”

You grab his hand an grumble “You need to be out by nine o’clock tonight… I can’t be your pretty girl anymore jack I’m done!”

He gasped “Where do I go?!”

“I don’t know ask Olivia!”

As you left the room jack sat in the silence with his thoughts, thinking just how badly he’d messed all of this up.

His perfect life all for one mistake.

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a black lab, a yellow lab, and a chocolate lab walk into a bar

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“Y/n. I’m so sorry. It’s just the way he described, I mean I could have sworn-,” Tito tried his hardest to comfort me and I just tuned the whole world out. How could I have been so stupid? There was never any chance of Mat liking me back. That crush I had buried and hidden so many tears ago had catapulted to the surface. “It’s not your fault T. It was too good to be true anyway. Guys like Mat don’t end up with girls like me, I learned that a long time ago. I don’t even know why I entertained the thought,” I say and watch his face fall with my harsh words, the truth. “Y/n/n, that’s not true-,” I cut him off rummaging around the room collecting my stuff. “I should get going anyway. I have so much laundry to do so, see ya T. Love ya,” I rush out giving him a quick hug and running out of his apartment before he can stop me.

Here's what I have coming up soon...

Hi! All your writing is amazing; so beautifully written, well thought out and so entertaining. I’d love another Mat Barzal fic from you, pretty please! Something that preferably has some teasing like the best friend’s older brother one you’d written, with some angst but which ultimately ends with them together (fluff and a happy ending lol). You’re the best! Thank you so much!

Thank you so much 🥹 of course I’ll get started on that tm after work 🫶🏻 thank you for reading and requesting

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📚 with mason McTavish!!!

📚   ─  have a coffeeshop & bookstore date

wc: 400~ // gn!reader x mason mctavish

the winter date

you didn't need a degree to know that hockey players weren't exactly the brightest, so when it came to your weekly date with mason a bookstore wasn't exactly the best place for him.

"what do you even do there? it's just a boring building with books from a hundred years ago that no one cares to read and maybe they sell some semi decent coffee. you could go to starbucks and get a magazine and have a better time than this place."

you put your hand up signalling him to stop, "now listen here buddy, you got to pick last weeks spot, this is my spot for this week, either you can respect it or I pick again next week."

the young player rolled his eyes before pressing a kiss to your cheek muttering, "fine but only because I love you."

smiling to yourself you took his hand and walked into the book cafe immediately scanning all the different shelves in the building. although you already had a book in mind for yourself you were set on finding a book for mason to prove that book cafes were were so much more than just 'old books and semi decent coffee'.

the two of you placed your drink orders and then started to walk though the isles of books. taking a look back at the giant of a teddy bear that was your boyfriend he looks ridiculously out of place taking out random books, staring at the cover with furrowed eyebrows before putting it back on the shelf.

"mason c'mere, I think you might like this section." guiding him over to the sports section you pointed out a group of orange covers with various titles of 'Anaheim Ducks' on it hoping he'd pick one out, "I'm gonna go pick our drinks up but maybe see if one of these is up your ally."

he simply nodded as you left him in the isle, but when you came back your heart soared at the sight of the large man sitting on the floor, invested in a book about the history of the Ducks. you snapped a quick photo to post on your instagram with the caption "he said books were boring".

not more than 5 minutes later mason had reposted your story onto his, with his caption stating "I take back anything negative I've said about cafe bookstores 📚 ☕"

[nycbaby21]

so what are your thoughts on mason mctavish??

Oh, you mean this man? Let me tell you, this man could fucking do anything and everything he wanted to me and I’d thank him with a goddamn smile on me face.

[nycbaby21]

43 | quinn hughes

pairing; qh43 x fem!reader

warning(s); cursing, established relationship, suggestive??

word count; 0.7k

author’s note; it’s time we all agree that quinn is the s*xiest hughes brother.. anyways, yes, before you ask, this was inspired by the blueprint, miss haley james scott <3 also, received all of your requests, and will work on them soon, thank you for your patience :) sending my love. go canucks! –mari

Quinn entered the room with purpose, the door swinging open as he yanked the blinds apart, provoking an involuntary groan to escape your parched lips. You winced, turning onto your side in a feeble effort to shield yourself from the invasive morning sun. Your head throbbed with a relentless headache, and your chest was heavy with the tormenting sting of heartburn, a painful reminder of the back-to-back shots you had downed the previous night.

"Quinn, what the fuck?" you rasped, your voice muffled as you yanked the duvet over your head, determined to block out the intrusive morning light. It was far too early to engage in any sort of conversation, and it was definitely far too early to even think about getting out of bed.

He chuckled at your obvious displeasure, the sound filling the room as he continued to rummage through the dresser for a change of clothes. "Are you still good for lunch with J.T and his wife?"

You groaned again, squeezing your eyes shut as if that would magically make the pain go away. "It's too early for this."

"It's 12:30."

Cursing under your breath, you reluctantly peel your eyes open and roll onto your back. A sharp pang courses through your tailbone, prompting another expletive to escape your lips as you gingerly sit up on the edge of the bed. "Ow."

Quinn hurries to slip his shirt over his head, his attention immediately moving to you, his eyes laced with concern. "Are you okay?"

Your left hand reaches behind your back, and your fingers trace across an unfamiliar texture. "Something's on my back, can you check?"

You stand up, pulling your shirt up from behind. Quinn's strong hands grasp either side of your waist as he sits down on the bed to get a better look. A gasp escapes his lips as he sees the number '43' tattooed in black ink on your lower back. His fingers outline lightly over the clear bandage.

"What? What is it?" Your neck craned around, attempting to see, but it was no use; you could only catch glimpses of Quinn's hypnotic gaze trained on your back. You tried to think back to last night, but after getting into the Uber with your friends to head to the bar, it was all a blur of fragmented memories. The effort to recall only made your throbbing headache intensify. "Quinn," you repeated, a note of urgency in your voice.

He lets out an incredulous laugh, his mouth falling agape as he finally meets your gaze. "Baby, my number is tattooed on your back."

Your eyes widen as the recollection from last night finally etches into your brain. The dancing, the shots, the tattoo parlor. Your friend Anna had tried convincing you to get your nipples pierced along with her, but you declined, opting instead to get a tattoo, a tramp stamp if you will, dedicated to your lovely boyfriend of two years. "Well, fuck."

His hands gently twist your body around to face him, and now you stand between his legs, your hands moving to clasp around his neck. His eyes have darkened, a mix of desire and an intensity of love you had never seen before. Yet, there was a hint of nervousness and vulnerability in his gaze as he posed the question, "Do you... uh, regret it?"

After humming in contemplation for a few moments, you shake your head at him. "No." He appears to let out a sigh of relief at your answer, and his fingers press more firmly into your waist, drawing you even closer. "Do you like it?"

His teeth graze over his bottom lip, and his eyes rake over your attire. You're wearing an oversized Canucks t-shirt, his own, and some random boxer shorts, also his. Not only were you his, in the verbal sense of being boyfriend and girlfriend, but now you had also permanently inked his number onto your body. It's taking everything in him to not throw you on the bed and fuck you raw.

"Do I like it?" He reaches up to grab one of your hands, and he pulls it down to his sweatpants, allowing you to feel the hardness of his erection. You gasp at the feeling. "Sexiest thing I've ever seen."

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AWWWW THANK YOU!!!!

7/11 Slurpees

prompt: where Jamie comforts you when you overhear Trevor says he would never date you

word count: 3,535

“Are you ready for tonight Z,” Mason asked as they were filing out of the locker room after practice. The older boy let out a huff and shook his head. “I mean yes and no,” he says throwing his bag in the back of the Bronco. “What do you mean yes and no? I thought you were pumped for your friends to come out with us this weekend,” Jamie said looking at his roommate confused.

“I am really excited. It’s just Jack called me this morning saying that Y/n’s plans changed and she is able to come today with all of them and not tomorrow like we planned,” Trevor said pulling out of the parking lot and heading to his and Jamie’s house. “Okay, so what she is coming a day early? What is the big deal about coming one day early,” Mason asked from the back seat. “Yeah, she sounds super cool,” Jamie said recalling all the stories he had heard of the girl.

“She is fucking amazing, like literally the coolest girl I know,” Trevor responded with a sigh. “Okay, I am so lost. You are upset she is coming early, but she is amazing,” Mason was beyond confused. “No, it’s just, okay so she is literally the sweetest person ever. Like I’m talking you think she is faking it but it is all true. I love her beyond words, it’s just she has always had a thing for me,” he responds pulling up to the house and seeing a rental car full of his friends. “And it has never bothered me. I mean I think the attention and all that but wherever we go people think we are together. I mean you have no idea how many girls I have missed out on because of her,” he groaned putting the car in park and taking a deep breath.

“You are a fucking idiot,” Jamie says laughing at him and jumping out of the vehicle. “You must be talking about Trevor,” Cole joked from his spot leaning against the car. “Ha ha ha, hilarious,” Z mocks and embraces his friend. “Why is he an idiot this time,” Jack asks jumping in on the joke and hugging his friend. “Y/n,” both Mason and Jamie respond, making the other two guys nod their heads. “Oh god, here we go again,” Cole says grabbing his bag and following Jamie up the driveway to the house. 

“Let me guess, he is complaining about how she is in love with him and his life is just so hard. I mean the torture of having a cool, kind, and pretty girl being into. Can you even imagine,” Jack responded with an eye roll. “Seriously Z, I wish she had chosen me over you,” Cole said plopping down on the couch. “If you want her so bad do something about it. It would help me out. Because I am telling you, nothing is gonna stop me from closing the deal tonight with Brittney,” the New York native says walking into the living room and opening his bottle of water.

“Brittney,” Cole and Jack ask looking at each other. “She is this bartender at the place we are going tonight. Trevor has been trying to get with her for like three or four weeks,” Jamie explains finding his spot on the end of the couch near Cole. “She is just playing the long game, she wants me,” Z says sitting down and starting up Mario Cart. “No she doesn’t Z,” Mason says flipping through to find his character. “Dude she flirts with me every time we go,” he rolls his eyes. “That’s her job dude. She gets more tips that way,” Jamie responded scrolling through his phone while the other four played a round.

“You guys will see later, or should I say hear later when I bring her home tonight,” Trevor says being cocky. Before any of the guys can chirp him the front door opening halts the conversation. “Who are you bringing home tonight,” Alex asked walking into the room first dropping his luggage on the floor near the door. “Brittney,” the other four respond. “I don’t even wanna know honestly. I am too tired to get into this,” he says walking towards the couch and looking for a spot to sit.

“Here you go dude,” Jamie says hopping up and giving the Kings player his seat. “No man, it’s your house,” he tries to argue but Jamie has already moved to sit on the oversized chair next to the couch. “It’s no big deal,” Jamie smiled at the older boy. The sound of my footsteps got everyone’s attention.

“Y/n,” Cole screams jumping up and pulling me into a tight hug. “Hey Coley,” I laugh into his chest and sway us a little. “Okay enough. My turn,” Jack says ripping Cole’s arms off of me and wrapping me up in his arms. “I missed you too Jacky,” I smile slipping my arm around his waist as he pulls away and stands next to me. “Also, Alex you have no reason to be tired. I drove here and you sleep the whole way,” I laugh kicking his legs that were propped up on the table. “Brat,” he snickers. “Princess,” I joke back and he laughs. “And don’t you forget it,” he responds with a wink.

“Hey Z,” I smile looking over at the boy who I had crushed on all of those years ago. “Y/n/n,” he smiled and stood up giving me a hug and a pat on the head. I laugh up at him and he flashes me his toothy grin. “Anyway, guys this is Y/n. Y/n this is Mason and Jamie,” he says moving away and back to his spot on the couch. “It’s really nice to meet you guys,” I smile at the two Candian boys.

Mason smiled and shook my hand and Jamie sat there. Cole nudged him and laughed as Jamie snapped out of his trance and turned red. “Hi Jamie,” I say moving to the empty spot on the couch in between Jack and Trevor. “Hi,” he says back smiling. I lean back and feel Jack wrap his arm around me and pull me closer. “Miss me J,” I laugh teasing the boy. “Yes. You should just quit school and move to Jersey so I can see you more,” he says smiling down at me.

“You know I can’t quit school. Some of us aren’t freakishly amazing at sports and go pro. Some of us have to go the boring route,” I say with a pout joking. “Yeah leave her alone Hughesy. She is like what a year out from graduating? You know what that is right,” Alex jokes earning a pillow thrown at him. “Fuck off,” he responds flipping Alex off. “Boys,” I say looking between the two. “Oh, you two are in trouble. Get em’ mama,” Cole says and I laugh at the nickname. I roll my eyes wondering how this weekend is gonna go.

Hours later when the seven of us got motivated we started getting ready for tonight. “So you live in Vancouver,” Mason asked me from the couch behind me. He had finished getting ready first and waited downstairs. I didn’t feel like fighting for the mirror in any of the bathrooms so I used my traveling one to do my makeup down here. “Yeah, I do. I go to school there,” I smile at him through the mirror. “Yeah our girl is gonna be a doctor,” Trevor says walking into the room with Cole. The two finally look my way as I am standing up putting the last of my makeup away. “

“Holy shit,” I hear mumbled under someone’s breath. “Why are you looking at me like that,” I say glancing back at the mirror trying to figure out what was wrong. “No no no. Nothing is wrong,” Cole rushes to say, trying to stop my worry. “Then what is it,” I say raising an eyebrow and crossing my arms over my chest. “Damn Y/n, you look hot,” Jack says walking into the door with Jamie and Alex. My cheeks turn bright red at the compliment.

I was wearing a see-through long-sleeved black top with a black bralette under it. A pair of high-waisted light-wash jeans and my Converse. “You guys ready to go,” I ask trying to get the attention off of me. We all split up between two cars and headed to the club Trevor had picked for the night. Alex, Jamie, and I all loaded up into my car while Cole, Trevor, Mason, and Jack got into the Bronco. “So can I ask you a question,” Jamie asked from the front seat, where I insisted he sat. “Yeah what’s up,” I ask from the middle seat of the back of the car.

“You and Trevor,” he started and then stopped trying to find his words. Alex and I laughed and knew exactly what he was talking about. “When we all first met I had a thing for Trevor. It lasted a couple of years and honestly was pretty sad,” I say wincing at how I used to act like a puppy following him around. “It was not sad Y/n/n,” Alex says looking back at me. “He never once gave me a reason to think he had feelings back so I just settled on being his friend,” I say getting out of the car when Jamie opens the door. “Thanks,” I say smiling at him.

“Y/n has the biggest heart of anyone I know. She loves big and puts everyone else above her. She finally got it through her hard head that she deserved someone who actually had feelings for her, instead of Z only fucking around when he didn’t have any other girl to flirt with,” Alex says and I lean over and hug him. As I go to move back I stumble on a rock and lose my balance. Jamie’s arms reach out and grab my waist keeping me upright. I grab his arm and laugh at how clumsy I am.

“You two look awfully cozy,” Cole jokes as they walk up to us. “Jealous,” I joke sticking my tongue out at him. “Always,” he goes along with it and sticks out his arm waiting for me to slip my arm through. I shake my head and thank Jamie before joining Cole. The two of us lead the group into the club towards the line to get in. After about ten minutes we finally get in and scout the place out for a table big enough for all of us. 

“You guys find a table. I am going to find Brittney,” Trevor yells over the loud music. After finally finding a spot everyone gets settled. “I’ll be right back,” I say into Jack’s ear standing up. He raises his eyebrows at me questioning where I thought I was going. “I am going to the bathroom J. I’ll be right back, and plus you can see me the whole way there and back,” I laugh at his overprotectiveness. “I’m watching you,” he says and I smile turning and heading away from the table. 

Leaving the bathroom I see Trevor at the bar and head over to get a drink. He is talking to some blonde girl behind the bar. I try to make my way to the bar but it is so crowded. I see a small spot next to Z and slip into it. I was super close to him but that wasn’t even the closest we had ever been. “Hey Z,” I smile and his head snaps my way. “What the hell are you doing here,” he whisper shouts in my ear. I pull back confused and look to see if he is joking. I quickly realize that he isn’t.

Before I can even ask what the hell his problem is I hear the voice of the pretty blonde. “Oh my god Trevor. You didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend. She is so pretty,” she smiles across at me and I try and send her a genuine smile back. He steps away from me, bumping into the guys behind him. “Oh god no. She isn't my girlfriend,” he laughs trying to get the attention back of the blonde on him. She isn’t giving him any looking over at me with pity. The way he said the sentence was probably meant in a joking way but his laugh hurt me more than he knew.

I walk away as he is still saying how there is no way he would date me and I rush back to the table. All the negative comments from my past came flooding back. From ex-boyfriends, bullies, and haters online. I finally stumble back to the table. Jamie is the only one sitting there when I finally make my way back. “Hey so everyone went to dance or whatever but I got you this drink and didn’t want to leave it-” Jamie said and then stopped when he looked up and saw my face. He opened his mouth to say something and I shook my head,” I just wanna go home,” I said with teary eyes and a pouty lip.

He nodded and moved to stand and wanted to move toward him and hug him but my confidence was on the floor so I stopped. He noticed this and pulled me forward and wrapped his arms around me. I had only met Jamie hours ago but he was one of the most comforting people I had ever been around. I just felt safe with him. I sniffled into the collar of his shirt and his arm was on my waist keeping me in his embrace, and his other hand was in my hair holding my head. “Okay, I am gonna go tell Trevor-” he starts but I jerk my head up and look up into his blue eyes. “Please don’t,” I say with a wobbly voice.

He flashes me a confused look but nods and looks around the club finally seeing Mason over the crowd. “C’mon, we can go tell the other guys and go back okay? I’m not leaving you over here crying,” his voice is stern but also soft. He maneuvers us through the club and we finally meet up with the rest of our group. Seeing me upset and crying the guys all jump into action throwing questions at me every which way. I shake my head and they all give me a second to breathe.

“Come here mama,” Cole says opening his arms. I unwrap myself from Jamie and let Cole hold me. The others try and get an answer out of Jamie but he doesn’t know anything. “Let me go pay my tab and I’ll take you back okay,” Cole says into my hair and I shake my head. “I’m okay Coley. I swear. Plus I don’t want to ruin your night,” I sniffle pulling back from him. He goes to protest but the arrival of a pretty redhead halts the conversation. 

“Hi. Uhm I don’t mean to interrupt but I was wondering if you wanted to dance,” she asked looking towards Cole and then me. I could see her starting to freak out thinking we were together but I quickly spoke up. “He would love to,” I say pushing him towards her. “You sure you are gonna be okay,” he asks looking back at me. “Of course I am. Now go dance before she changes her mind,” I laugh and the girl pulls me out on the dance floor.

“Jamie is gonna take me back to the house,” I say giving the guys hugs. When I got to Mason I gave him a quick one and he smiled,” I may not have known you as long as these guys, but say the word, and whoever it was is done for.” I laughed and thanked him before stepping back and looking up at Jamie. “You ready,” he asks and I nod. He wraps his arm around my waist and slips a finger through my belt loop keeping me close to his side. We make it back to my car and I stop. “Hey they can ride back with Z,” Jamie says opening the passenger door for me.

I nod and get into the car. He rounds the front of my car and slips into the driver's seat. He doesn’t push or try and force me to talk. He turns on the radio a little and starts to drive. “You mind if we make a quick stop,” he asks looking over at me when we hit a red light. “Sure,” I say smiling when he gets excited. He pulls into a 7/11 and looks over at me. I quirk my eyebrow at him and he jumps out of the car. He opens my door and puts his hand out for me to grab. “C’mon. Trust me,” he smiles and leads us into the gas station. We stop in front of the slurpees and he grabs two cups.

“Whenever I was sad growing up,” he starts filling up his cup with the cherry flavor,” my mom would bring me to the 7/11 down the road from our house.” I smiled at how incredibly sweet he was. “It always made me feel better when I was a kid, so I was hoping it would help you.” I leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Thank you, Jamie. This is the sweetest anyone has done for me in a while,” I say taking the cups from him and filling it up with the blue slurpee. “Solid choice,” he laughs paying for the both of them. I protest but it falls on deaf ears.

We get back to the car and just sit and drink our cold treats. “Thank you,” I say looking over at him. He raises his eyebrows and tilts his head a little bit. He looks like a cute puppy when he does that. “Why are you thanking me,” he asked setting his drink down. “You didn’t force me to talk about it. You are just a really good guy, Jamie,” I say looking into his eyes. “Z is an idiot,” he says looking over at me. “Who said Trevor is the one who made me cry,” I ask.

“I heard the conversation earlier. I was getting you a drink and heard him laugh and got pissed off at him. So I walked away and back to the table, then you came back,” he says reaching over and grabbing my hand. I looked down at his lips and then back up to his eyes. I started to lean in just a little and he got the clue and went to close the distance. His phone ringing ruined our moment. It was Mason calling him. “What Mase,” he asked with an attitude. I couldn’t help but laugh at him. “Oh hey Z,” he says looking over at me.

“Yeah, we’re cool. We made a quick stop but we are on our way. Yeah okay man,” he says shortly and hangs up. “They are all back at the house wondering how they beat us,” he laughs. I smile over at him and he starts the car. When we pull out onto the highway I reach over and put my hand over his on the console. He laces our fingers and moves his thumb along my hand

“Well would you look what the cat drug in,” I hear Jack say as we walk through the door. “You guys left like twenty minutes before us,” Alex says waiting for an explanation. I hold up my drink and he whines. “No fair. If I had known that you guys were stopping I would have gone with you,” he pouts. I laugh and give him the rest of my drink. “Also you guys missed Trev completely striking out with the bartender,” Cole laughs and Z walks into the room.

He looks over and sees Jamie and me sitting on the end of the couch together and looks confused. “I didn’t strike out,” he grumbled sitting next to me. “Oh yeah, he did, crashed and burned,” Jack laughed. “Get this she had a boyfriend and was just flirting for tips like we said,” Mason added. “That’s okay who needs her when I already have my best girl,” he says poking my side waiting on me to fall at his feet. “I don’t know Z. From where I am sitting she kinda looks like Jimmy’s best girl,” Mason smirked and wiggled his eyebrows.

Trevor looked between the two of us and waited for one of us to say something. I looked over at Jamie who smiled down at me and bumped my shoulder. I shook my head and laughed. We turned on a movie and slowly I started to drift off and cuddled into Jamie’s side. “Hey Jame? Can you promise me one thing,” Trevor says getting up and looking down at us. “What’s the promise,” Jamie asked. “Appreciate her better than I did,” he said smiling at the two of us.

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I know it’s only November but I was wondering if anyone would be interested in 25 days of Christmas prompts. Each day would be a different prompt with a different guy. Feel free to message me for a certain guy with a certain prompt

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[nycbaby21]

overly affectionate devon levi when he hasn’t seen his gf in a while and he comes back home from a super long roadie and his gf loves it 🥰🥰🥰

aww this is so cute!! and i absolutely LOVE devon!! (not my gif)

likes are good, reblogs are better

like it very much - devon levi

"hey, some of us are heading to the pizza place downtown," owen nudged his teammate. "wanna come?"

devon looked up at his teammate, his answer clear in his impatient expression.

"i was just asking," owen laughed, putting his hands in the air.

"thanks for asking," devon tried again, smiling lightly. "but i'm good. tired. i just wanna go home and sleep."

owen smiled to himself, knowing the real reason devon was excited to get back home.

"whatever you say, bud," he patted his shoulder. "if you change you'll mind, we'll probably be there for a few hours."

"uh huh, okay," devon nodded, grabbing his bag and barely paying attention to what owen was saying. his bags were here, and he was ready to leave.

the second owen waved him off, devon was rushing away to load his bags and catch a taxi. the only thing that was on his mind was getting home to you.

--

"welcome home," you smiled, opening the door to usher devon in.

he stepped through the door, dropping his bags to the floor and melting in your arms. you laughed to yourself, catching yourself before you could fall.

"i missed you," devon mumbled into your hair, refusing to leave your arms.

"i can see that," you smiled to yourself, running your fingers through his hair.

devon pulled away, only to grab your waist and lift you up into his arms. you gasped, but devon simple carried you to the couch, laying on top of you.

he peppered kisses across your face, holding you close.

"devon, devon," you laughed, trying to escape. "stop, you're so heavy."

"no thank you," he answered simply, flopping back down onto you. "i like this very much."

you hummed, running your fingers through his hair as he held you close to him.

you liked it very much too.

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