#also. WHAT are they doing with quinni??? what even is going on here?

[malpractice-morale]

I rewatched s1 of heartbreak high (2022) before starting s2 today and gods do I love season one cash has me absolutely on my knees I love him and I want to know how his story continues and see him explore his (a-)sexuality and quinni is my adorable sweetheart favorite and darren is a dick but I love them to death and uhhhh season two is NOT impressing me so far. and I know I am only at ep 2 but the new characters feel like caricatures while the old ones feel so much flatter with the story feeling a lot more like it doesn’t know where it wants to go

#I do like bi disaster malakai so far #the dude whose name I forgot looks way too old to be in Highschool even by the standards #the teachers and whatever plot they have going on is TERRIBLE #and I LOVED Kartanya Maynard in Deadloch and she’s the main reason I went back to the show #and uh her character is written so one-dimensional and mean spirited so far #also. WHAT are they doing with quinni??? what even is going on here? #I loved season one for flawed and fucked up characters that are more lovable than they have any right to be #and now season two just feels too flat for them to be lovable #heartbreak high

[babydollmarauders]

CLUMSY — JACK HUGHES

jack hughes x fem!reader

summary: quinn and luke realize how clumsy y/n is after noticing how often jack unconsciously keeps her from harm

notes: y/n is written sensitive and clumsy! also, i wrote this on saturday to have something to post this week while i’m unable to write <3

i’ve met my boyfriends family on numerous occasions since we started dating in october. mostly through quick trips such as Quinn coming into town for a game against the Devils and whatnot, but this is my first time spending an elongated amount of time with them and i have this irrational fear that they’ll dislike me.

Jack has assured me multiple times since we’ve arrived at the lake house for the summer that i have no reason to worry, but it’s been four days and i still feel like they’re forming their opinions on me. so, i’ve taken it upon myself to do whatever i can in order to get them to like me; including my current task of baking cookies.

“you know they already love you, right?” Jack asks, standing at the counter beside me, observing as i mix the dry ingredients into a bowl. “you don’t need to bake them cookies.”

“are you saying you don’t want my sea salt chocolate chip cookies?” i keep focused on the task at hand, my sight never leaving the measuring cup as i scoop the flour into the bowl.

“now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” a hearty chuckle escapes his lips as he maneuvers himself behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist as he clings himself to me, his cheek resting pressed against my shoulder blade. “i definitely want your cookies. i’m just saying that my brothers don’t need them.”

i giggle as his fingers tickle at the bits of my sides where my shirt has risen, arching my back to try and escape his hands. Jack groans as i break free from his grip, but i assume it’s mostly due to his brothers entering the kitchen.

“ooh, what are you making?” Luke wonders, coming to a stop on the opposite side of the counter.

“cookies!” i grin, finally looking up as i finish the dry ingredients.

“yum.” Quinn chimes in, sidling into the spot beside Luke. he peers into the bowl and his brows furrow slightly. “y/n, that’s just powder?”

i bark out a laugh at the clueless boy.

“Quinny, you have to mix the dry ingredients first. then the wet ingredients such as eggs, butter and vanilla. and then you mix them both together to form the dough.” i explain. i scan the countertop, making sure i have each item needed for the next step. “i need another bowl.”

i bend down, opening the lower cupboard and reaching for the metal mixing bowl inside.

“Trevor texted me this morning.” i hear Jack inform the boys.

“yeah? when’s he coming up?” Quinn asks.

“in two weeks. but Alex is getting here tomorrow.” Jack says. i shut the cupboard door, stretching my legs to rise back up from my position. my head bumps Jack’s hand, wrapped around the lip of the counter above where i was bent.

my left hand rubs the top of the back of my head super quick as i set the mixing bowl on the counter. i glance back up as Luke and Quinn share an amused look and my face scrunches in confusion.

what did i miss?

**

Jack’s left arm rests on my shoulders, my face half buried into his chest as he scrolls on his phone. Quinn and Luke sit in armchairs on opposite sides of the couch as Alex sits on the opposite side of Jack. a movie plays on the tv, but i’m momentarily distracted by Ellen walking past the back of the couch, calling out a goodnight.

“goodnight El!” i call back as she makes her way to the stairs, the boys all muttering their own goodnight’s.

“brunch tomorrow, while the boys golf?” she asks, confirming our plans. i nod and she grins, blowing a kiss towards the group of us as she finally walks up the stairs.

“you guys are going to brunch tomorrow? without us?!” Luke asks, his hand coming up to his chest in mock offense.

“you guys are going golfing tomorrow, without us! it’s only fair.” i laugh and Alex chuckles.

“y/n/n, you don’t even like golf. you said it’s boring and called it ‘watered down hockey’.” Alex points out as i burrow back into Jack’s side.

“shh, i’m watching the movie.” i shush him, making the boys laugh. Jack turns back to his phone and i watch through one peeked open eye as he double taps on his teammate’s most recent instagram post before typing out some nonsense comment that i’ll never understand.

pulling back, i lock my eyes on the remote on the coffee table. sliding forward some, i lean, stretching my fingertips out to try and grab it. finally getting ahold of it, i go to lean back, wobbling forward and accepting my fate. i brace myself to fall before feeling a hand grab onto the back of my shirt. yanking me back, Jack pulls me back into his side, his eyes still glued to his phone. i heave out a small relieved sigh as i press a kiss to his chest before turning the volume up on the tv.

i glance around the living room to the other boys, gauging how interested they are in the movie, but Luke and Quinn are exchanging a look. Luke biting back a smile as Quinn smirks.

what did i miss this time?

**

with the boys friends all finally arriving, the lake house has become much too crowded to hang out inside. so instead we’re all outside, gathered around a fire that was once blazing but now dwindling. my boyfriend jokes around with Cole and Trevor, Luke speaking with his University of Michigan teammates, Ethan and Dylan, and lastly Quinn sits sipping a beer as he chats with Alex and the Tkachuk’s.

making myself scarce in order to not cling to my boyfriends side as he tries to enjoy himself, i text with my own friends from back in New Jersey as i balance on the edge of the brick fire pit, circling it as i type.

“be careful, babe.” Jack warns me, and i grin and throw him a thumbs up. he barely gives me a second glance before Trevor takes up his attention, reciting a story of something that happened to he and his friend Jamie back in California.

i continue pacing around on the elevated bricks, typing a long winded message to Leah, explaining why she shouldn’t call her ex. as i pass by my boyfriend once more, i’m not paying as close attention as i probably should be, my foot getting a little too close to the inner edge as i start to slip.

a hand grips my elbow, pulling me back to a standing position before i can fall into the fire and i look over to see Jack, his attention still on Trevor and his hand wrapped around my arm as he nods his head at his friend while he continues ranting. i give a light pat to Jack’s shoulder to let him know i’m fine and he releases his grip.

slipping my phone into my pocket, i continue my journey around the fire pit again, this time with more of my focus going into keeping upright. passing Luke, i see him looking away from his friends, and i follow his line of sight to his brother, Quinn looking right back at him. both wear an entertained appearance and i look around to see if i can find what they’re smiling about but come up empty-handed.

why do i keep missing these things?

**

with today being one of the hottest days of the summer, we’re all crowded on the boat. most of the group lounges around conversing with one another, Luke currently taking his turn wakesurfing as music blares from Quinn’s bluetooth speaker.

i’m sat in Jack’s lap, rubbing my third layer of sunscreen on my legs and the tops of my feet.

“babe, i think you’ve got enough.” Jack laughs, his hands grip my waist to keep me from falling as i’m leaned forward.

“i just wanna make sure. the UV index is super high today and you know how easily i burn.” i tell him, sitting back upright as i flip the cap of the sunscreen closed once more.

“i know, sugar. but we’ve only been out here for two hours and that’s your third time applying it. i think you’re okay for a while.” he takes the lotion from my hands, handing the bottle over to Cole. “put that in the bag next to you, eh?”

Cole nods, placing the sunscreen into the waterproof zip up bag i brought on the boat.

“y/n/n! c’mere!” Luke shouts, making me untangle myself from Jack. i rise to my feet, shuffling over to the back of the boat and leaning over to get closer in order to hear him better.

“you gonna let her get that close to the edge, Rowdy?” Quinn questions, making the boys laugh.

“what?” Jack asks. “what do you mean?”

“she’s a bit clumsy, is she not? we’ve noticed you all summer, keeping her from hurting herself.” Quinn replies through chuckles. even Alex, who drives the boat barks out a laugh.

“wait, when did i do that?” Jack wonders.

“all the time! you weren’t even paying attention when you did it!” Luke shouts and i stick my tongue out at him before turning to observe the boys.

“there was the first time Luke and i noticed it, when you wrapped your hand over the counter to make sure she didn’t hit her head. and you were right to do so because she bumped it right on your hand.” Quinn explains.

“or when she was reaching off the couch to grab the remote and you caught her by her shirt to keep her from falling. and you didn’t even look up from your phone as you did it!” Luke says as he climbs back on the boat.

“or how about when she was balancing on the fire pit and you caught her by the arm to keep her from falling straight into the fire. while you kept all your attention on Trevor. didn’t even look, you just reached a hand out and grabbed her.” Quinn provides another example. “i can go on.”

“i didn’t even realize i was doing all that.” Jack shrugs, glancing towards me. “i guess it’s just unconscious reaction. i’ve gotten used to it by now.”

“i’m not clumsy.” i pout, crossing my arms over my chest.

“it’s okay, it’s not necessarily a bad thing!” Trevor attempts to comfort me. i give him a side-eye, making my way over to Jack. but before i can sit in his lap, i slip. Jack’s arms wrap around my waist to keep me from dropping to the floor, pulling me down onto his thighs instead.

“you are pretty clumsy, babe.” one of Jack’s arms stays planted across my waist, holding me to him as his index finger pushes my chin up so i’m looking up at him. “but, it’s adorable.”

i bury my face in his chest out of embarrassment. i didn’t think i was clumsy. i mean, i know i’ve always been a bit accident prone; broken glasses, falling a bit more than my friends. but i didn’t think i was clumsy.

“it’s nothing to be ashamed of, y/n.” Quinn tells me. Jack’s hand trails up and down my back as he whispers reassurances in my ear.

“yeah, we didn’t mean to embarrass you or anything.” Luke pipes up once more, his voice seeping with regret.

“that’s why you kept looking at each other all the time.” my words are muffled by Jack’s chest, but by the way that Jack coos as he places a kiss on the top of my head, i know they heard them. “you were laughing at me.”

“we weren’t. i swear we weren’t.” Quinn’s voice is closer now, and i feel another hand touch my back. “we were laughing with you. we just thought it was funny that Jack didn’t even notice when he was doing it.”

“honest?” i question.

“honest. i promise.” my head rises at Luke’s voice, closer now as well. his hand comes up to rest on my knee and i look over to see him squatted down beside Jack and i, Quinn sitting next to us.

“i didn’t realize i was clumsy.” i confess. “i just thought it was normal.”

“i gotta say, you’re definitely the first girlfriend i’ve ever had to pull away from falling into an actual fire.” Jack chuckles, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “but i wouldn’t want you any other way.”

“really?”

“really. i love you. clumsiness and all.” he tells me. his grip gets tighter around me and i crane my neck to crash my lips into his.

“ugh, gross!” Trevor exclaims. Jack pulls back, leaning his forehead against mine.

“shut up, Z.” he grins, pulling me into one more kiss. “now, you ready to learn how to wakesurf?”

“yeah, no. even before i knew i was considered clumsy, i knew i wasn’t going out there. i’ll fall straight on my face, Jacky. i mean seriously, i’m a clutz!”

#jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes fic #jack hughes blurb #nj devils #nhl fic #nhl imagine #nhl blurb #faithlynn’s writings <3

[homestylehughes]

quinn hughes- drowning

summary: when y/n is drowning in her love for Quinn, and feels the need to step back from him. what happens that Quinn is also drowning in her love too?

wc: 1.9k OMFGG HELLOOOOOOO???? this the longest fic I've ever wrote. holy fuck.

authors note: dun dun dun I'm backkkkk. ive had free time because of my classes being cancelled because of the weather. so I decided to sit down and write about quinny today <3. I hope you guys enjoy this is the longest fic I've everrrr wrote. make sure to reblog if you like enjoy it. as always much loveeeee.

Everyone told me not to fall in love with Quinn hughes. I told myself not to fall in love with Quinn Hughes. That It would be impossible for him to ever love me back in the way I loved him. 

          Obviously I didn't listen.

I fell head over heels in love with him. I was sinking, no I was drowning. Nothing could pull me out now. I was in too far deep, I was in too far deep to care that I was in love with Quinn hughes. It was so hard not to care, it was so hard to not fall in love with him. Longing gazes when we were out with our friends. The way he'd put his hand on my lower back when guiding me through a crowd. The way he’d listen so intently to things I would say. Everything little thing he did pulled me into him, everything he did pulled me under. I was drowning, I couldn't seem to care. 

  That's what led me to this. 

I knew that I was deep, I needed space. I haven't seen or talked to Quinn in over 2 weeks. I told myself I needed to distance myself from him. If I could pull myself away from him, then I could pull myself out from drowning in him. 

So I threw myself into my job, taking as many stories as I could from my boss. Declining dinners and drinks from my friends, from quinn. Ignoring his texts and declining his calls. I thought what I was doing was the right thing to do, it seemed like the easiest thing to do. I knew if I ever admitted to Quinn that I was in love with him, he wouldn't feel the same way. I'm trying to save myself a heart break, but what's the point? My hearts are already breaking by doing this. 

When the 3 week mark hit of not talking to quinn i felt better. Kinda. I still miss talking to him, actually scratch that, i miss everything little thing about him. I continue to tell myself that this is for the best. Do I even know what I want, is this even for the best?  The texts and calls from Quinn stopped showing up. He gave up on me, no i gave up on him. I did this and it's for the best. Even though I repeated this to myself everyday, I still felt I was making the wrong choice. 

My friends finally convinced me to leave my apartment. Making me put in the tightest outfit possible, and pulling me into the nearest bar. I make a beeline to the bar, ordering a drink to hopefully calm my nerves and help relax me. Being here in this bar made me remember how much I hate bars. It made me remember how much I miss Quinn. 

We make our way to the table with trays of drinks in our hands, tonight is going to be a good night. Well I thought it was. As I glanced up to see where one of my friends went, my eyes landed on her with a group of men. Men that look very familiar to me. My eyes drift left of my friend, and land right on Quinn. Our eyes meet for the first time in over 3 weeks. My heartbeat starts rising immediately, and suddenly I feel like I'm drowning again. The dress I'm wearing seems even tighter, and the bar feels like fire all around me. 

I need to get out of here, I say to myself. My eyes trying to find the next exit, I turn to my friend y/f/n and say “hey, I'm going to go outside, I need some fresh air. I'll be back in a second!!”. I don't wait for her reply, I turn on my heels, quickly moving towards the closest exit. 

The minute I step outside it hits me. Quinn. Quinn is really here. Quinn, my best friend, the man im inlove with is here. The man I've ignored for almost a month or more with no explanation is here. It hits me, I'm a terrible person. Why did I do that to him, why did I do this to us. 

I need to go home now. Home. Home. Home. was the only thing on my mind. 

My hands are shaking trying to pull up uber to get a ride home. Anywhere is better than here right now, this is all too much. As I'm going to hit  “Confirm payment” on the car ride home. I hear an all too familiar voice shout my name.

This can't be happening. No No No. 

The next thing I know is that Quinn is standing right in front of me. “y/n” he breathes out at me. I can't move, I'm frozen. I'm in shock, this can't be real. “y/n” he repeats. I finally looked into his eyes, my eyes dragging all over his face. Everything is as perfect as I remember it. “Quinn” I finally uttered while looking at the ground. I wish I was dreaming. I wish that what's happening isn't real. I can't even look him in the eyes. I wish it was a dream, and that when I woke up this was all fake.

This definitely isn't a dream. 

“You know you fucking suck.” Quinn says. I know I do, I think to myself. As I go to open my mouth to say something. He starts again “I haven't talked to you in over a month. You've been ignoring me. And the first time I see you again with your friends at a bar?!?!”. I can't even look at him, continuing to stare at his Nike covered feet. My eyes filled with tears. I hear him take another deep angry breath. “SEE??? You can't even look at me, you can't even look me in the eyes. You won't even give me an explanation. You know that's really shitty of you y/n.”. 

I'm crying now. I'm sobbing. Everything he's saying is true. I am a terrible person, this is all my fault I know. I know.

I heard him scoff and began to walk away. I can't let this happen, I can't let this happen again. “QUINN” I shouted, finally finding my voice. His steps immediately stop, he slowly turns around. I can see the anger and sadness in his eyes. 

This time I'm approaching him, taking a shaky breath. Trying to gather the words that I don't have to say. “I know you hate me right now. I know that you want answers, hell you want an explanation on why i haven't talked to you in over month.’’ My breath labors for a minute, I'm sobbing, the tears are flowing, my chest is rising, I'm not ready for this. I know nothing I say is ever going to change what I did to him. 

I try to take deep breaths but each one I take makes the tears fall even harder. Here I am crying on the sidewalk in front of my best friend. who might not even be my best friend anymore. Trying my best to give him an explanation on why I've been so horrible to him. Why I've cut him out of my life just because I love him. Oh god i love him, how do i tell him that?? 

I feel a hand wrap around my arm, that quickly pulls me back to reality. “Hey hey y/n, pretty girl please look at me.” I'm still sobbing at this point, I don't think the tears will ever stop. I slowly take my eyes up to his face. “That's good, now take a deep breath for me, in and out come on i know you can do it.” he says. Quinns hands are now on my cheeks trying to help me calm down. 

My breathing starts to slow down, my tears let up a little bit. Our eyes are still locked, never once leaving each other. I know I need to say something. I know I need to tell him how I feel. I slowly pull away from quinns hold, I'm now again looking at his feet. I take a deep breath, it's now or never I think. “I fell in love with you. Fuck quinn i was drownding in you. You were my best friend and I couldn't feel that way about you. I know you'd never want me in the way I wanted you. I needed space, I thought that if I was away from you it would help my feelings, that somehow I could get over it?? That I could forget about you?? I don't know!?!?! Just move on??”. “But seeing you tonight made me realize that I could never get over you, and that I could never stop loving you.” 

The tears on my face are falling like waterfalls, I sadly chuckle to myself as I try and wipe them away as more fall. “I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Nothing I say will probably make you forgive me. I understand i really really fucked up. But I won't say sorry for loving you. I love you and it's okay if you don't love me.”  I finally looked into Quinn's eyes, searching for anything. Anything. 

Before I can even register what's happening, Quinn’s hands are grabbing my face, pulling my lips to his. The kiss is fast, it's full of love and anger, sadness. All of the above. My lips struggle to keep up with him, my hands make their way to the back of his head, pulling him into me by the ends of his hair. A groan escapes his lips, as he pulls me even closer into him, if it's even possible. Our lips are moving at lightning speed, we can't get enough of each other. I don't want to ever stop kissing Quinn, it feels too good to ever want to stop. 

It feels like 5 years go by before Quinn pulls his lips from mine. Our chests are rising steadily. Eyes blown, swollen lips looking back at each other. “I've wanted to do that since I met you,” he says. My head is spinning, nothing that just happened feels real. Quinn sighs, grabbing my hands in his, his eyes never leaving mine. “I wish you would have told me how you felt. You would have known that I also love you. I've loved you for years. I thought i lost you y/n, i was going crazy with you. I thought you hated me. Baby I was drowning in you, I thought you knew, I wish you knew sooner.”

Quinn loves me? Quinn. Love. Me. my eyes are wide, his mouth is parted waiting for my reaction. Waiting for me to say something. I'm crying again before I know it again. A smile breaks on lips, i'm laughing, quinns laughing. I'm not sure if we know why. I pull his lips towards mine again. Feeling his smile on mine. “I love you''. I whisper to him in between each kiss. “I love you” he whispers back. 

I could drown in him forever, if it's on a sidewalk in front of a random bar. If it's a bed, a car. Hell even in a movie theater. I'd always drown for Quinn Hughes. 

#nhl fanfiction #nhl hockey #nhl fic #nhl x reader #nhl imagine #quinn hughes #vancouver #vancover canucks #quinn hughes x reader

[letsgetrowdy43]

the boys finding out quinn has a gf and jacks all like ur my new sister and lukes js smiley cuz quinnies happy

Meet the brothers—

Quinn was enamoured with you, in every aspect of your being. The two of you had met through mutual friends, being Brock's neighbour meant that you had been acquainted with the entire Canucks roster.

The moment you met Quinn you knew he was the one, the two of you had hit it off the moment you had been introduced, solidifying what you believed to be your delusion.

It was like a match made in heaven, Quinn being a grumpy, level-headed hockey player, and you the more shy and sweet type.

It was as the saying goes, opposites attract.

You'd been nervous ever since Quinn brought up the idea of meeting his brothers over the course of the off-season, you'd met his parents at a game he'd invited them to. Jim and Ellen were certified sweethearts, but his brothers, who happened to also be his best friends were a different case.

Getting the stamp of approval from both Jack and Luke meant everything to Quinn, and by proxy, it meant a lot to you. If you were going to be completely honest, you pictured a whole life with Quinn, even if you'd only been together a short period of time. Quinn had given you a million reasons to feel like a future was in the stars for you.

Your life started the moment you met him and would stop the second he was no longer a part of it.

So now you sat shakily in the passenger seat of Quinn's rented car, his hand reassuringly on your upper thigh, feeling the nerves radiating off of you. Your nerves were wracked as you pulled into the driveway of the boy's shared Lake house.

"Are you okay?" he asked quietly, staring at you as you let out a loud sigh and nodded, "Don't stress over these two, I love you, so they are definitely going to love you" he mumbled pressing a kiss to your temple. "But we can wait here till you feel ready" his hand outstretched to hold yours, his thumb gliding over your knuckles.

"I'm okay," you whispered, placing a short kiss on his lips as he smiled into your mouth, "let's go in while I'm feeling slightly confident"

Quinn made quick work of his seatbelt before running to the trunk of the car to retrieve your guy's bags, ones that he would not let you carry into the house, claiming you were 'far too pretty to be allowed to do chores.'

The house sounded empty as you entered its walls, Quinn extended his hand out to you as he dropped the bags by the door. You gladly took his hand as he led you through the house and out to the backyard where the boys and their other friends found themselves by the pool.

You recognized Trevor Zegras' loud laughter first, the man was wrestling the middle Hughes in the pool, chuckles filling the air as Jack jumped on him and pushed his head under the water.

"Huggy!" Trevor announced as he popped up and out of the water, his arms extended out with a big grin on his face.

All of the boys turned around with smiles as they saw Quinn sheepishly smiling at them, blush rising in your cheeks as you watch the attention turn to you.

Luke was the first to get up from his chair to hug his brother, an awkward smile on his face as he greeted you for the first time. "You must be y/n? Quinn never stops talking about you, I think he might be obsessed" he pokes fun at his older brother who hides the embarrassment on his face. "Don't tell him I'm saying this, but think I might be as obsessed with him as he is with me" you whispered to Luke who laughed before he was shoved out of the way by a dripping wet jack.

Jack pulled both you and Quinn right into his arms, his body still soaked from being in the water as both you and Quinn hissed at his cold touch.

"Oh my god it's so good to finally meet you, I feel like I already know you, Quinn never shuts up about how perfect you are," he said excitedly as he drowned out Quinn's annoyed rambling. "It's really nice to meet you too" You smiled at Jack's contagious energy. "I love her already" he whispered to Quinn right before Trevor picked him up again and threw him back into the water.

Quinn introduced you to the rest of the boys before escorting you into the house to go and get showered and changed for dinner.

"See that wasn't so bad was it?" he mumbled into your neck before placing a sloppy kiss on your shoulder as he led you into the kitchen. "I feel like it went really good" you whispered as you turned to face him, a shy smile on your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

A smile worked its way onto his lips as he pulled you in by the belt loops, "they love you already."

Jack and Luke stood next to each other watching the interaction through the window, laughter leaving their lips as they watched Quinn break out into flustered mess.

"She's perfect for him, I can see it," Jack said lowly as he looked at a smiley Luke. "she gonna fit right in," he said watching as she whispered something in his ear he picked her up off her feet and threw her over his shoulder, heading for his room as she squealed.

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#quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes fanfiction #quinn hughes blurb #luke hughes #jack hughes #trevor zegras #hockey boys

[asexualenjolras]

I've just finished Heartbreak High (delayed, I know) and I was so excited about the asexual representation we were given ... just to jump on here and find that a lot of people are saying that Cash's asexuality story was handled poorly because he doesn't explicitly say he's on the asexuality spectrum, or because Darren didn't respond very well but I disagree with everything that's being said.

I think Heartbreak High handled this storyline in the most authentic way and let me explain why:

Firstly, I think it's important to remember that Cash is an eshay. He's grown up around a very bigoted group of young people, who - you can assume - hold very extreme, neagtive opinions about the LGBTQA+ community. Despite this, we see him accept his love for Darren in a very real way. He's not afraid to be seen with them in public but he does panic a little when his fellow eshays see him with them - even going so far as to say that Darren is a "customer" when asked who they are. We see at the Mardis Gras that he panics when he sees his eshay friend dealing. He isn't afraid of being out, he's afraid of their opinions of him being out. He's afraid of the eshays, not of being queer.

If you think that Cash and his eshay friends would have a deep understanding of sexuality - let alone asexuality - then you're very mistaken.

Not only that, but asexuality is massively misunderstood anyway. People on the asexuality spectrum can go years without finding a label that fits them. I was 18 when I discovered the spectrum. I spent 18 years of my life thinking I was broken.

We see that Cash has accepted this part of himself - he doesn't worry about him being broken or a disappointment, he just worries that he will lose Darren because of it. That's actually really advanced, considering he doesn't even know what asexuality is.

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Secondly, Darren is a non-binary, queer person. They have a good understanding of the community and different sexuality but one thing that they don't understand - or even know about - is asexuality. This is common in the community. Asexuality is massively unrepresented and there is a lot of false information out there about it.

From Darren's perspective, their partner didn't want to have sex with them. They've grown up feeling like they were unlovable, it's a very authentic reaction for someone to have. And it's a barrier that a lot of asexual people have to overcome in relationships because their partners just don't get that it isn't personal.

Quinni says it the best, she says that "Cash might just be wired differently", and that's what makes Darren a little more understanding - that and speaking with their dad about their trauma from their parents' divorce. They finally understand that Cash didn't have bad experiences with sex but doesn't have that attraction or urge to sleep with someone. They have a lot of unresolved trauma from their childhood, and hypersexuality can be linked to that.

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Thirdly, it is so beautiful that Heartbreak High have explored the asexuality spectrum in the way they have; usually, ace characters in shows and movies don't have a love interest while they figure out what they feel about or want out of relationships. In Heartbreak High, we see Cash understand that he is attracted to Darren romantically - he actively says he has loved them since he was in Year 8 - and not be afraid of that.

He also knows he is repulsed by sex and doesn't feel anything towards it. He knows it isn't anything to do with the other person and tries his best to communicate that to Darren. And then we see Darren accept Cash's boundaries and we seem them really try to support him through this development.

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Additionally, we don't see Cash label his sexuality at all. He doesn't say "I'm bisexual but don't like sex", or "I think I'm gay but sex isn't for me". This is really important because it gives room for the show to explore his sexuality in further detail later on. We can still get him discovering the word, and we can still see him finding a term to identify with (if he wants to, some people don't need a term to understand themselves).

There is so much room to talk about the difference between sexual attraction and romantic attraction, and room for the show to explore where Cash lies in that bracket of identification. We don't know if he's homoromantic, greyromantic, demiromantic, biromantic etc, and I really hope we get to see him explore that. Because it's a challenging thing to have to try to understand after coming to terms with being on the ace spectrum.

There is so much pressure to label yourself at that young age. I think it's rather positive that we have a character that understands his preferences and knows how he feels about sex without having that pressure so early on.

Sure, he likely doesn't know what asexuality is but it will be really interesting to see where the show takes this in future.

As I said, I didn't find the word to describe my sexuality until I was 18. Some people don't until they're middle aged. There's still time for Cash to discover the term and identify with the asexuality spectrum.

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We see that Cash has tried sex and didn't enjoy it. He doesn't have that urge to go further, and when he does he doesn't enjoy it. That's such good bloody representation. I can't get over it. Despite being shown to be quite anxious about how he feels around sex, he isn't shown to be ashamed of it. That's so healthy and so important.

He doesn't get it and he is still having those confusing problems with his sexuality but he isn't ashamed of it.

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Finally, I just want to reiterate that Cash not explicitly saying he's asexual does NOT mean that he isn't asexual. The writers and directors of the show have expressly said that he is asexual representation. This pressure to label yourself when you're still trying to figure things out - as Cash says directly - is really dehumanising.

Cash is a human being. He's a young person that is really confused about why he isn't like everyone else. He's having an internal struggle with his preferences and he doesn't understand why he feels the way he does, why he's "wired differently", why he doesn't "feel the same shit" as Darren and other people his age.

It's a really confusing time when you are growing up ace. It makes no sense until you find the community and you find that you're not alone.

Cash Piggott is canonically asexual and it's even more raw that he doesn't label himself so early on because that is the ace experience for so many people.

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I love Cash. I love him so much. And I hope the show explores his asexuality in more detail in the future. I think the show did this so well.

Cash's experience isn't every asexual person's experience - it's his experience. The ace experience is a very personal thing and to see it brought to life on screen in such a raw way is SO IMPORTANT.

I LOVE DOUGLAS PIGGOTT WITH MY WHOLE ACE HEART.

#heartbreak high cash #heartbreak high #cash #douglas piggott #cash piggott #ca$h #asexual #asexuality #asexual representation #aspec #asexuality spectrum #graysexual #greysexual #ace spectrum #ace #canon asexual character #darren rivers

[corrodedcoffins-blog]

The Agreement

quinn hughes x nhl player!reader

note: this take place on Jan. 27/28 of 2023

warning: food mentioned, badly written/rushed (even though it took the longest to write) smut, lowkey Quinn is a simp

word count: 2.3k

This wasn’t ever supposed to happen, sure Y/n had always found Quinn attractive, but that was where the line was drawn and she told herself never to cross it. Y/n had been on men’s teams since she was 13 and started liking boys, but she never even kissed any of them, let alone slept with them. 

-last night-

It all started when the team went out to celebrate their win against Columbus, and with them not having another game for a couple days, they probably got a couple rounds too many.

“Another!” “No! We’re done, yeah just the check please.” “Bo, you are no fun.” The only woman at the table says, pointing her finger at him while she does, before grabbing her purse and searching through the mobile junk drawer to hand him a couple bills. Before she gets the chance Quinn taps her hand, a signal for her to stop as he paid both their shares. Before Y/n could open her mouth to argue, Quinn interrupted with, “You get the uber?” “Okay.” She says, smiling, Y/n gets very smiley when she’s drunk, and flirty, which did not go unnoticed by Quinn; he watched her flirt with the waiter all night.

After saying their goodbyes to their teammates when their uber arrived, the two walked out of the pub and into the cold Vancouver air. “I really love Vancouver, I’m glad I got drafted by a Canadian team. It has a piece of home. Rains a bit too much though, I could do without that. And you lived in Toronto right? I never went there before playing the leafs.” She also rambles when she’s drunk, “That’s us I think.” The tall woman walks over to the black car, confirming it was theirs, before opening the door for Quinn. 

“Shouldn’t I be getting the door for you?” “If you know me at all Huggy, you know that’s not true.” “True.” Y/n had always been independent, and with playing in the NHL she never wants the guys to treat her differently just because she’s a woman. And maybe it was a bit of internalised misogyny, and she was working on it, trying to be seen as strong while not giving up her feminine side, it was hard.

The drive was quiet, Y/n gazing out the window, Quinn gazing at her. And between his looks towards the woman he couldn’t help but notice the uber driver also taking his fair share of glances at the beautiful woman. Just like back at the pub with the waiter Quinn had this overwhelming urge to pull the guy’s eye out of their sockets so he could never look at his girl like that. Well not his girl- she wasn’t his girl and at the rate they were going Quinn doubted he would ever get the confidence to change that. His thoughts were interrupted by the uber driver himself, 

“We’re here.” “Thank you, bye Quinny see you-” Her words being cut off by Quinn closing his door. “Oh… OH! Jeez!” Y/n’s door opened in time with her scream, “Quinny, god you scared me.” “You should come inside.” “Why?” Quinn sent a quick glance to the man behind the wheel, before turning attention back to wear he often found it, Y/n, “This guy gives me bad vibes I don’t want to leave you alone with him.” “Quinn, it will be fine.” “No, come on, I’m serious.” His words slightly strained as he reaches over to undo the woman’s seatbelt, and grabs her wrist to bring her out of the creep’s car, slamming the door and continuing to his building. 

“You didn’t have to do that, I can handle myself and-” “You know that I am the last person to think you can’t handle yourself, it’s not a matter of that-” “-then what-” “-My mom raised me right, and I got bad vibes from that guy, and I didn’t feel comfortable leaving you with him. If you don’t want to stay here tonight I can drive you home myself.” “...Thank you. I’m fine to stay here tonight, I’ll just sleep on your couch” “Nonsense” The man mumbles, reaching over to press the floor his apartment was on, then continuing, “I’ll sleep on the couch, you sleep in my bed.” “No.” “Yes.” “No- '' Before Y/n could reply with her argument, Quinn walked out of the elevator on his way to his door. “Hey!-” Quinn opened the door for them, moving his arm to signal Y/n to enter, “-Thanks-'' He then closes the door, and makes his way to the kitchen to get water for the two, while Y/n continues her case, “I’m not taking your bed, it’s yours.”

“Fine, whatever you say, you want to watch something?” Quinn asks, knowing he will get his way, turning on the TV and skimming through the different streaming services he has. Y/n comes over, sitting next to Quinn, “Left, Up.. Right, right.. Hmm down-” “I’ll just give it to you.” She takes the remote from him and eventually selects friends, knowing it was a safe option.

“God, I hate Ross. I think it’s because he reminds me of every guy I've dated.” With a quick glance Quinn determines it safe to ask, “How so?” “How so? Well let’s see, he’s controlling, and overly possessive and jealous, he’s never happy for Rachel’s accomplishments, and he has this egotistical air of superiority about him.” “Not that you're bitter or anything.” “I don’t know why I attract these terrible guys. Or I’m not going for the right one’s, like you. You’re good, I don’t know why I can’t get a guy like you.” At that, Quinn leans over to grab his water, suddenly really needing it.

“Sorry, that made things weird, maybe I’m still a little drunk.” Y/n mumbles, turning to face the man that is already looking at her. Against her own control, her eyes fell down to his lips, they’re a perfect shade, and looked so kissable. Not that she was thinking- oh hell, yes she was. After noticing how long she had been staring, she quickly brought her eyes back to his, only to find that the man’s own eyes were on her lips. So with the positive signals and the little bit of vodka and diet coke still in her system, the woman brings her hand to Quinn’s jaw, the action causing his eyes to finaling meet hers again. And while not saying anythingl, their eye contact said it all, and their lips crashed together.

They fit together flawlessly, moving in sync with each other. Y/n tongue coming to Quinn’s bottom lip, begging for access, which he qladly gave up with no fight. Her hands moving to around the man’s neck, and swinging her left leg over his to straddle him, his hands now moving down to her hips. Y/n could tell he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch her ass, so she did it herself, grabbing ahold of his wrists and moving his hand to comfortably grasp the flesh there. Subtly Y/n began to rock her hips against his, eliciting a groan from Quinn. 

This must have been Quinn’s last straw because he quickly stands, his hands holding Y/n up as she wraps her legs around his waist. He carries her to his room, never wincing from holding Y/n’s body weight, probably because her weight was his warm up weight, that fact only making him so much hotter to Y/n. He closes the door with his foot, continuing the walk to the bed, throwing the woman in his arms on his soft comforter, and crawling over top of her. 

Hastily kissing his way up her body and he does, deciding to set up camp at her neck, kissing and sucking on her pulse point. Tired of the slow pace, Y/n starts pulling at Quinn’s shirt wanting it off, getting the idea, Quinn leans back to take it off, Y/n did the same leaving her just in a sports bra. They have both seen eachother in this state many times before, but in the new setting, it was far more sensual. After taking off her shirt, Y/n moves her hands to her dress pants, Quinn mirroring her movements, “Are you sure about this?” “Yes.” bringing her knees to her chest, Y/n throws her pants on the floor for future her to find, while Quinn stands to take his own off.

Now both in just their underwear, Y/n drags Quinn with her hands on his shoulders, to sit against the soft headboard straddling him again, it was now her turn to suck hickies on his neck. Grasping the hair at the nape of Quinn’s neck and grinding against his hard-on with fewer layers, evokes moans from both. Quinn moves his hands from her back to wear Y/n is grinding herself on him to move the constricting fabric of their underwear, pulling his boxers down just enough for his cock to slap against the man’s abs, “Jesus.” “What?” Quinn asked, he never got complaints about his size but hearing Y/n’s reaction made him more self-conscious about his dick than he ever has been. “You’re just.. Big” Y/n laughs at her choice of words, not having known what to say. And after realising what she said, Quinn laughed too. It was nice to know they were still comfortable around each other; hopefully that won’t go away in the morning. 

“Um, thanks” “Anytime.” Y/n respond quickly, bringing her hands back to around Quinn’s neck pulling him into another kiss, just as fast as she started it, Y/n breaks the kiss reaching for the hem of her sports bra to rip it off, and somehow seeing the woman’s boobs made this all feel real, and Quinn must have been staring longer than he thought as Y/n reaches forward to raise his chin so his eyes are looking back at hers, “My eyes are up here, Huggy”

Without waiting for his response, Y/n brings Quinn in for another heated kiss, and after a moment brings her hands to move her panties to the side, feeling the wet spot on them. She grasps Quinns cock in her hand, giving it a few good pumps, before rising to her knees, and lining her wet hole with his hard cock. “Last chance, you sure Quinny?” “God, ye-.” 

Before he could finish, Y/n sinks herself fully on his cock, giving herself a moment to adjust to Quinn’s size before moving up and down, with the help of Quinn with his hands on her ass once again. “Oh, Quinn.. So full.” Y/n really having to carry the conversation as Quinn is too pussy drunk to respond, only moaning and groaning when Y/n does something he likes. “Fuck Y/n! You’re so tight, pussy feels amazing” Saying this, Quinn brings his thumb to Y/n's bottom lip, in her lustful state, she opens her mouth allowing his thumb to enter without much thought. Swirling her tongue around his digit, then releasing it, when Quinn makes moves to bring his thumb towards the woman's swollen clit. Rubbing small circle there, which cause Y/n to moan loudly at the feeling.

Neither of the two last that long, “Oh fuck- Y/n I’m gonna- fuck.” “Me too. Fuck! Oh fuck!” With one last sink down Y/n is cuming harder than she has in a long time, not completely stopping her movements but slowing them, trying to help Quinn find his orgasm and for her to ride out her own. Feeling Y/n come around him, Quinn is about to give in, “Where- want it.” “Inside! Please!” And at that Quinn is gone, bucking his hips up into Y/n more riding out his orgasm. “Ah~ Quinn ‘s sensitive.” "I know, baby"

Both panting, Quinn still inside and slides down for his head to be on his pillows, and Y/n leaning her body on his chest. “Let me get you a washcloth.” Quinn said, making moves to leave, before Y/n put her hands on his pecs and stopping him, “Give me a sec.” Y/n pants out and about a minute later says, “Okay.” And she starts rising on her knees, only for them to give out, “Do you want-” “Nah, I’m good.” Giving her legs their redemption, which they do well at, and lays on her back next to Quinn. “I’ll get you a washcloth.” Quinn reaches for his boxers, getting up, putting them on, then starting for the bathroom “No wait. I have to pee."

-the morning-

The late morning sun dipped into the bedroom, hitting Y/n in the eyes, causing her to wake up, not only to the feeling of the winter sunshine on her face but to the feeling of an arm around her, a man’s arm, Quinn’s arm. “Fuck.”

Softly, Y/n slips out of Quinn’s bed and tries to find her clothes to get dressed, all while trying and failing to not wake Quinn. “Morning” He says, in a husky morning voice. “Good Morning. I’m gonna be on my way, don’t want to intrude on your off day.” “Nah, it’s fine. I’ll make breakfast.” 

Y/n now dressed in Quinn’s clothes and Quinn making the two of them eggs on toast, the girl had to put her mind to rest and ask Quinn. 

“So.. Last night..” “Yeah.” With neither knowing exactly what to say, silence engulfed the room. 

“It was good- great! It was great.” “Yeah” “...Would that ever happen again?” That shocked Quinn he was preparing himself to get rejected, “Do you want it to happen again?” “I mean..Yeah.” “Okay.” With their nonchalant-ness you wouldn’t think they just agreed to sleep with each other again. Though their nervousness and tension in the room could be cut with a knife. “But, if we’re doing this we should have like a couple ground rules.” “Oh, yeah. That's a good idea.” 

The two sat at Quinn’s island turning their bodies to face each other, “Okay.. obviously not telling anyone.” “Of course.” “And no kissing, unless we’re leading it somewhere.” “Okay.” “And no dates or anything like it.” “Right.” “Okay, that’s the agreement?” “Yep.” “Shake on it.”

Y/n said, sticking out her hand, Quinn taking it and shaking her hand in agreement.

These rules will kill him.

~taglist~

@books-hlmc

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes x nhl player!reader #quinn hughes x player!reader #quinn hughes x fem!reader #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes x y/n #quinn hughes x fem reader #quinn hughes fic #hockey player!reader

[sunflower-lilac42]

chloe at all-stars before the fic

- her number is 11 (hehe)

- she is obviously her brothers celebrity captain

- when they’re all coming out she’s got a pep in her step as dave announces her team, “and so not only is this the first time having two brothers be co-captains but also their celebrity coach is their sister, award winning singer and songwriter, chloe hughes!”

- a lot of her fans are there and cheering her on as well, “hi everyone!”

- jack and quinn are talking and she leans over to them, “you do realize everyone can hear you right now?”

- this is going on while tate is making their pick and all you can hear is her laughing at her best friend

- before they pick nikita, chloe has some words to say, “for the record i think our team should’ve been team petey featuring the hughes’ but that’s just me.”

- quinn slapped her arm, “what? petey’s left out”

- she obviously makes the first pick, “anyways with our first pick of the evening, we are going with, from the tampa bay lightning, nikita kucherov!”

- I think she was more excited about getting all of quinn’s teammates then either jack and quinn

- during their second/third pick, chloe grins at her older brother, “are you playing d or center, quinny?”

- “we proudly select, no offense to any of the goalies here, but my favorite goaltender of all time, thatcher demko!”

- all the canucks players and jesper give her a hug when they go up

- “team pettersson feat. the hughes siblings needs 10 more minutes, please.”

- “chloe what seems to be the issue over here? are you guys arguing?”

- “yeah it’s like I’m at home. no um, there’s too many good hockey players and all three of these guys up here know I know my hockey stuff so they’re letting me have a say.”

- she loves all of her brothers teammates so she’s so glad she was able to get them drafted to her team

- jesper is one of her favorites from the devils so she’s all giddy when she gets to see him

- she lets petey get brock and then is sad when they have to send him back, “brock this wasn’t my idea okay, I would’ve picked you a lot earlier if I could”

- she gives him heart hands as he skates away

- when they can pick again she pushes the three out of the way, “from the vancouver canucks, i am very proud to select brock boeser!”

- when brock comes back he takes chloe’s mic and looks at quinn, “at least chloe stood up for me”

- the arena is finding the hughes banter funny and the girlies at home are eating her and the players interactions up

- when tate picks elias, chloe looks over at her, “you ruined my plan!”

- “hey he was on my team first!”

- “chloe how are you feeling about your guys’ team”

- “oh we’re in heaven right now. i’ve got my brothers, i’ve got my canucks, and not to mention all of the other great guys on this team. oh yeah, we know who we’re picking! who wants to- petey you do it.”

- jack’s interview is so sweet, “um drafting a team with my brother and my sister is pretty unreal, I mean I was really surprised when not only she said she was going to be here but um then we found out she was gonna be on our team, it was pretty cool. and it was nice to draft with her especially since she’s got that hockey knowledge so yeah. i love her and yeah it was just pretty cool to be there with the two of them”

- he slung an arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his side

- quinns interview was the same, obviously having to mention her as well, “like jack said, it’s pretty cool being up here with, chlo and um it’s not every day that we get to see each other.”

- after that she snuck off to stand with tate as they did their joint interview

- “I noticed you guys are pretty close, we heard you two talking and saw you guys waving to each other”

- tate: “yeah we met- oh I don’t even remember when we met it was so long ago. I think she had come out to record something with me and yeah. she’s one of my best friends and I’m glad I wasn’t the only girl up here tonight”

- chloe: “like tate said, she’s one of my best friends and sorry I’m gonna take a moment to brag about her” she looked over at the other four, specifically frank cuz she knew him, “sorry guys! she’s amazing, her songs and everything. I don’t think I regret going out to see her”

- when frank pulls out the card with her face she almost screams, but controls it a little, “frankie!!”

- they know each other because of trevor so obviously they hug when he makes his way over there

- at the end they talk to her again, “so how do you feel being up here and drafting a team with your brothers?”

- chloe gets so emotional, “it’s really really cool. I love them so much and since they started in the nhl and I started my music I don’t get to see them much so being here is amazing for me. a lot of people don’t know that I’m their sister and know a lot about hockey so it’s nice when we get to show them that. they’re amazing hockey players, lukey too. oh I wish lukey was here, we miss you luke! anyways it’s so great to see how far they’ve come in the past years, I’m really proud of them”

- “how are you feeling about this team?”

- “oh I love my team, are you kidding? with frank here now, I almost feel like I just started a group chat and texted all of them asking if they wanted to come play hockey with me.”

- “what do you love about this team?”

- “I love that it looks scarily similar to my fantasy hockey team… just kidding my fantasy hockey team has pasta, and connor, and bedsy, and oh sorry am I bragging? just kidding I just love the fact that it looks like a winning team. like look at these guys”

- she joins the two for a couple of interviews and then the three of them go out for dinner

- when they are playing, she’s in the bench cheering them on ofc, taking pictures with all of the guys

- she takes a picture of her and frank and sends it to trevor

- she performs at intermission with tate

- they perform exes, greedy, and all-american bitch (no swearing of course)

- trevor watches the game just to see her perform :)

#sunnyluneicebound #trevor x chloe #chloe hughes #tz11 #trevor zegras #quinn hughes #jack hughes #hockey #nhl #vancouver canucks

[lfghughes]

hihi!! i love ur work and i’m in an angsty mood haha so here i am!! could u possibly do a quinn hughes fic where he and reader are together and one night during a game he gets hurt (nothing too bad obvi) and is sorta stuck at home for a few days & he’s so upset and angry that he has to miss a game so he’s kinda snarky and totally forgets the fact that it’s readers birthday? feel free to decline!! i love u! 💗💗

a/n: love you too! and i would never decline an angsty quinny

The injury could have been way worse than what it was that was the good news. The bad news was that it was bad enough he’d have to miss the next couple of games just as a precaution. That put Quinn in one of the most sour moods you had ever seen. The night of the injury you had dealt with it because you knew he was just upset and that he was in pain. You had thought though that as a couple of days passed that his mood would improve even if it was slight improvement.

That you were wrong about because game night was here and he was in a bad mood. You were patient at first, forgiving the snarky attitude but what really got you was that it was your birthday and he had yet to acknowledge it. At first you blamed it on pure forgetfulness but you thought as time passed throughout the day it would hit him. Now it was close to game time and he was more worried about getting the game on tv than anything else.

You knew he had forgotten but it hurt and every time he made a comment about the game you only got more irritated. “What do you want to eat for dinner?” Because clearly he hadn’t made any effort to go out for dinner and you had put it off in hopes that he’d remember. Instead you received a shrug from him. “I don’t really care. Just eat whatever and I’ll figure something out after the game.” Irritation flared in you again as you paused in front of him.

A frown grew on his lips since you were blocking the tv and before he could make a comment about you doing that you threw your hands up. “This has to be a joke. Seriously Quinn?” Now his eyebrows furrowed at your outburst. “Seriously what??” He asked as he sat up a little on his seat. “Check the date.” You had so many other words you wanted to say but you also were so upset you didn’t even want to communicate all of it.

Instead you went up to your bedroom, shutting the door behind you as you flopped into the bed. Perfect birthday apparently. After a few minutes you heard the door quietly open and the bed move a little as Quinn sat on it. His hand went to your back, rubbing at it gently. “Babe..” His voice was quiet and you could hear the guilt behind it. You tried to form words but they caught in your throat and you were afraid you’d start crying right there.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry. An apology isn’t even good enough.” At his words you shifted your body so you could curl up into him, a good sign that you were irritated but in a forgiving mood. His hand continued rubbing at your back. “I’m sorry, I’ve been selfish but especially today. I’ll make it up to you. How about we order from your favorite place and we can eat on the couch, watch whatever you want to watch. Then tomorrow I’ll make reservations somewhere nice.” At his words you gave him a little nod as his hand moved to your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin. “I’m so sorry baby.”

#quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes blurb #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes

[f1-giuki]

i'm here again. lestappen chussy smut with touch tank by quinnie <3

Caro have I ever asked your hand in marriage? 🥺❤️ FINALLY HERE WITH THE CHUSSY!!! it's been 84 years but I managed to write some chussy action😭 Hope you like this, even if it's long af😭💖 The song choice was amazing and I hope I did it justice!!!!!!!💖💖💖

touch tank - prompt post

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“Where has Charles gone? This is supposed to be her championship pool party!” George complains, holding his Martini glass tightly in his hands.

Lando rolls his eyes.

“It's her championship party, if she wants to sneak out with someone, it's her right to do so…” Oscar argues.

“That's why we can't see Max!” Carlos snickers, making the others laugh.

“Max? Did she invite Max, of all people? I thought they were mates on track only!” George asks, confused.

“Have you been living under a rock, George?” Oscar asks with a small smile.

“I beg your pardon?” George asks after taking a sip of his drink. Alex, on his side, has to keep a loud laugh from escaping his mouth.

“Mate, they've been dating for the past season, what is wrong with you?” Lando asks, disgusted that he finished his concoction of rum and Capri sun.

“Actually, they're together now, since the competition between them got tighter,” Carlos explains, proudly showcasing his knowledge.

“Since the Tuesday of Brazil, I think, Max asked her before the Sprint,” Oscar points out.

“How the fuck do you know this?” George keeps on asking.

“We have eyes, George…” Alex laughs.

Max and Charles are not far away from the party going on in the garden and adjacent beach of the Dubai villa Charles rented. They're on the roof of the building, where the sunspots are, giggling and sneaking away to have five minutes where they don't have to shake hands, accept congratulations for the championship! and sorry for the championship! or withstand some teasing. Five minutes where they can be freaks in love.

The 2025 season was one for the books, with Charles becoming the first-ever woman to win a Formula 1 world championship and Ferrari winning the title again after 18 years. Italy turned completely red, with people and celebrations filling the streets during the day and fireworks illuminating the night. The dream came true for Charles. Win with Ferrari. Against Max. Her boyfriend. She ticked off every point from her list, except having a moment for herself.

The party on Sunday was crazy and the sex with Max in the bathroom of the club was crazier.

Monday felt like a fever dream littered with soft kisses, with realisation slowly sinking in, as all the journalists left in the Emirates asked her all types of questions. The president of the Italian Republic and the Prince of Monaco also asked her for official events where she could be honoured as a champion by the local institutions.

Tuesday was calmer, in a way. Charles wanted another celebration, with just her friends, so she rented a villa in the morning for the afternoon. Her wish was everybody's command. She's a Ferrari world champion. But the party felt stuffy after a while, and Charles, in her bright red bikini, wanted nothing more than to feel Max's cold lips on her skin, looking at his messy hair and sunburned face, so they disappeared on the rooftop of the villa, where a few sunbeds were waiting for them.

Max doesn't bother closing the door to the rooftop, he's too preoccupied kissing Charles, with her legs wrapped around his waist, and trying not to fall as she keeps rubbing herself on his dick.

Max gently lowers her on the soft towel covering the sunbed and kneels between her legs. Charles Leclerc is a sight to behold, splayed out underneath him, her short and curly hair creating a delicious brown halo around her head. She thinks about all the religious imagery created with her face. If she's the Virgin Mary, then he shall be God. Maybe she shouldn't think about him putting a baby in her. Maybe later.

“No reward for the champion?” She asks, with a sly grin on her lips. The red lipstick she wore has moved all over her lips and on Max's.

Max laughs and rolls his eyes. They can hear laughter coming from two floors down, where the party is still going on. Max blushes a little.

“What? Are you afraid they will find out how good you can eat me out?” Charles asks, slowly undoing the strings of her bikini bottoms on her hips, baring her pussy to him. Shameless. Max loves her too much.

She knows he's salivating at the sight in front of him. He's thirsty, no matter how many times he quenches his thirst at such a source.

She watches him kneel on the ground and pulls her closer to him from her knees. Max feels such a deep hunger inside of him.

Charles moans in anticipation and Max licks a fat stripe over her cunt, making her laugh. The Max show is about to begin.

He leaves kisses all over her pussy, keeping eye contact with Charles. When she throws her head back Max sucks her clit lightly, enjoying how she writhes under him. He starts licking at her folds, savouring and claiming, sucking, as his hands keep her thighs spread. Charles moans and Max laughs, reverberating on her pussy. She fists his short hair, pushing his face closer to her core.

Max moves one hand to her labia, toying with the wetness he finds there as he goes back to her clit, sucking and flicking it with his tongue. Charles is always so sensitive, so easy for him to take apart. He gently bites her folds and enjoys when she clenches over nothing. He teases her again with kitten licks at her entrance and when she tugs his hair meanly he grins and starts fucking her with his tongue.

Charles moans and the thought of all the people downstairs comes blaring in her brain, making her impossibly wetter. Max, slurping and sucking, is the only one who doesn't make her feel like a maniac. He gets it.

He coats his middle finger in her arousal and starts teasing Charles’ entrance, looking up at her, covered in spit, searching for consent, breaking his rhythm and driving her crazy. She groans and nods and Max slowly replaces his tongue with his finger, moving up to kiss her mons Venus.

As he pumps his finger in and out he places his other hand over her lower belly, claiming the soft skin there. Charles sobs and undoes her bikini bra, playing with her breasts, pinching her nipples and pulling them, moaning louder as Max inserts another finger in her and fucks her.

He looks so good, gentle and devoted, with his baby blue linen shirt open, matching his ice eyes. Charles could come on the spot, thinking just about her lover. So big and safe and brave. She feels like just a girl when she's with him, in the most positive sense. She's just Charles, whether on an F1 track around the world, in an ice cream shop in Italy, or with her tits out in the Emirates afternoon sun. She's not some kind of circus animal with him.

Charles comes, squirting on his face, as he curls his fingers inside her, licking at her cunt and stimulating her clit with his nose.

He licks her clean and she sobs happily. Before it gets to be too much, Max lets her go, sitting next to her. She hugs him from the side and Max holds her with a big and dumb smile, as she inhales his scent, mixed with the salt in the air.

“I love you,” he says, stupidly in love, and she grins, with her forehead against his bicep.

“I love you too,” she says, laughing as Max drags her on his lap, making her sit there gently, lending her back to the sun.

“Oh God, Oscar, mate, you were right! They were fucking on the roof!” George shrieks in the garden, making her and Max laugh.

#lestappen #lestappen fic #lestappen fanfic #ao3 #charles leclerc fanfic #max verstappen fanfic #lestappen smut #f1 rpf #lestappen fluff #girl charles

[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (23-24 SZN PART 4)

notes: still kinda short but the quality is better, i think?

au masterlist

y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 YOUR NEW JERSEY DEVILS ARE THE FINAL UNDEFEATED TEAM IN THE PRESEASON!

you read that right! the boys in red (and white and black) are 5-0 in this preseason, with 2 exhibition games left!

tonight’s post is a little different because it’s focused on 3 specific people!

first of all, we have a 🚨🚨 PRESEASON BRATT-TRICK ALERT 🚨🚨

EVERYONE’S SWEET BABY, OUR BRATT-MAN, OUR SWEDISH FISH, GOT A PRESEASON HAT TRICK TONIGHT! i will be (i have been) drinking in his honor tonight!! FIRST STAR OF THE NIGHT, FIRST STAR IN MY HEART!!

second, maraschino cherry, my best friend number 2, my favorite sauce: marinara; got 2 GOALS TONIGHT!! YOU GO GLEN COCO!!! SECOND STAR OF THE NIGHT, FIRST STAR IN MY HEART!!!

and the last main focused person, my personal cuddle giver, my babygirl, the man who tries to act annoyed with me but then sends me cute pictures of animals cuddling and says “us”, JACK ROWDEN HUGHES got a goal! THIRD STAR OF THE GAME, FIRST STAR IN MY HEART!!!!

p.s. look at my smush!

p.p.s. Mat Barzal, i will be under your bed.

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dawson1417 why does jack look so annoyed with you in the 5th slide?

y/ndevils00 because i yelled at him from across the rink “SMILE BABYGIRL! YOU ARE NOT QUINNY!”

dawson1417 from what i’ve seen, i think even quinn is smiling more than him lately

_quinnhughes i expected this from her, but Dawson???

user82 @/barzal97

user27 @/barzal97

user03 @/barzal97

jackhughes we can’t all be the first star in your heart

y/ndevils00 uh, yeah you can! you’re all first in different ways!

jackhughes what way am i first in?

y/ndevils00 romantic! duh!

john.marino97 what about me?

y/ndevils00 @/john.marino97 friendship!

jesperbratt me?!

y/ndevils00 @/jesperbratt the “i would break jack’s ankles for you, please never leave or else i’ll have to be institutionalized.” way!

jackhughes i’m scared

barzal97 @/jackhughes uh, is your girlfriend hitting on me?

jackhughes oh dude, you’re gonna wish

y/ndevils00 think again, baldy. guard your ankles

user64 this was the best game EVER

john.marino97 my favorite part was when you jumped on my back during second intermission and almost deafened me by yelling “OUCH! OUCH! I’M GETTING BURNED BECAUSE YOU ARE ON FIRE!”

y/ndevils00 so glad you loved it 🫶 that was the funnest part

john.marino97 i was being sarcastic, i didn’t love you screaming in my ear

y/ndevils00 uh, yeah you did? you literally said “wow y/n, i appreciate the hearing test.”

john.marino97 that was also sarcasm. i’m getting worried about if you understand what sarcasm is

jesperbratt 😁❤️

jackhughes in 3…

nicohischier 2…

dawson1417 1…

y/ndevils00 let me psychologically hurt anyone who dares lay a finger on you. please oh please!

lhughes_06 whoop, there it is!

user19 aww jack sending her cuddling animal pics 🥹

user28 MY TURN WHEN?!

nicohischier what did Barzal do?

y/ndevils00 exist. and score two goals.

nicohischier y/n, we’ve talked about this…

y/ndevils00 no, YOU talked about this. i pretended to listen and then offered you cookies and walked away

lhughes_06 am i gonna have to make your hangover smoothie again?

y/ndevils00 well, it’s either you or Jack

lhughes_06 so yes

jackhughes hey, i can make a smoothie!

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes no you can’t

lhughes_06 @/jackhughes no you can’t

trevorzegras @/jackhughes no you can’t

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras get out of here! i’m mad at you!

trevorzegras what did i do now?!

jackhughes @/trevorzegras you didn’t become a tiktok dancer

trevorzegras I WOULD LIKE TO BE EMPLOYED

y/ndevils00 WHAT YOU WANT DOESN’T MATTER

#media management au! #media management series <3 #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes fic #jack hughes blurb #nj devils #nhl fic #nhl imagine #faithlynn’s writings <3 #faithlynn’s insta edits <3

[starsandhughes]

Penalty Box Series— Quinn Hughes Edition (Ten)

23-24 Season Masterlist

previous: nine

next: eleven

NOVEMBER 6, 2023

yourusername

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yourusername welcome back to my postgame penalty box update show: quinn is the nhl's first star of the week edition!

the canucks are now 3/3 for the four game series against the oilers with their 6-2 win tonight, and oh, what a win it was!

professional best friend and hockey player quintin jerome hughes is SO tight with the hockey gods that they made the oilers's vincent desharnais poke the puck quinn just shot into his own net! thanks hockey gods for the quinn goal, a.k.a the first goal for the boys!

my blonde princess scored two of the six goals tonight, and quinny quinn assisted on both! #JustBestieThings he also assisted on millsy's goal, giving him A FOUR POINT NIGHT! AGAIN!

in case you aren't keeping count with me, this was quinn's 4th 3+ point night of the season, 20th of his career, his 2nd 4+ point night of the season, 3rd of his career, his 4th 3+ assist game of the season, 15th of his career, and his 5th multi point game of the season, 50th of his career! that's a lot of top notch games!

and for my favorite part of the game: the third period! for one, 🚨my man millsy and zach hyman dropped the gloves🥊🚨 they just... didn't do it well... i believed in j.t. but hyman was flailing about (it looked like he was trying to punch with both hands at once... interesting tactic i might have to steal when on regular ground) and j.t. quickly had him down on the ice! and digi held back a rowdy connor mcdavid and he fell to his knees! this is all because mccaptain was acting out all night and exchanged some cross checks with millsy, so hyman fought millsy for touching his captain, and digi grabbed mccaptain for touching his bestie

AND THEN, less than a minute later, mcdavid still had some angry cat vibes left in him and fell over suter while trying to cross check him and a scrum ensued! after being yanked out of the scrum, mcdavid then decided to shove quinn for no reason and then quinn JUMPED ON HIM to hold him back from going back in! i love it here! mcdavid got a penalty for roughing, and mr. leon draisaitl got a misconduct! AND LATER THE OILERS HEAD COACH GOT A MISCONDUCT! HOW COACHY CRO OF HIM!

in conclusion, i’m so proud of you quinn! you keep getting better and better every game and i'm enjoying every minute of it! here's to many more four point nights🤍 i love you way past infinity!

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_quinnhughes the fact that this wasn't solely a mcdavid praise post for hitting me is shocking (i love you way past beyond, sissy💙)

yourusername i thought about it for 0.2 seconds before deciding against it (i was rooting for connor)

trevorzegras it was the stats that sold her

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras that sounds about right (@/yourusername why are you on a one-sided first name basis with him? and why is draisaitl "mr. leon draisaitl?")

yourusername @_quinnhughes (1. to irk you <3 2. i fear him)

_quinnhughes (that sounds about right)

trevorzegras @_quinnhughes (i’m just glad she didn't tag him because knowing her, he'd somehow see it)

yourusername @/trevorzegras i can still do that

trevorzegras @/yourusername parentheses means it's a private conversation, y/n!

_quinnhughes @/yourusername nosy much?

yourusername @_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras penalties for being annoying! get into your respective bathtubs!

jackhughes HA

yourusername @/jackhughes you, too, bitch

jackhughes @/yourusername i didn't do shit!

yourusername @/jackhughes you can't even prove that! i’m taking precautions

user9 FUCK QUINN LOOKS SO GOOD

user82 days since quinn and trevor last got a sissy penalty: 0

_eliaspettersson you forgot to mention that i scored the gwg

yourusername i didn't want you to outshine quintin in my caption because he's whiney

_eliaspettersson that's fair

_quinnhughes @/yourusername HEY

yourusername @_eliaspettersson see what i mean?

_eliaspettersson so whiney

_quinnhughes i feel attacked

yourusername @_quinnhughes trust your feelings

user96 up next: a captain on captain fist fight

yourusername @_quinnhughes PLEASE

_quinnhughes @/yourusername NO

yourusername @_quinnhughes :(

user17 quinn's face in the fourth pic 😭

jackhughes @_quinnhughes you spent way too much time with sissy this summer

_quinnhughes no, i spent way too much time watching you two have mma fights in every living room in every house we were in

yourusername @_quinnhughes don't act like you didn't also fight with jacky boy and lukey moosey

jackhughes @_quinnhughes we're just looking up to our big brother and doing what you do! you're our hero

yourusername @/jackhughes i mean... mine is stromer but ig quinn is a close second

lhughes_06 @_quinnhughes hypocrite

_quinnhughes @/jackhughes @/yourusername @.lhughes_06 i’m disowning all of you

user40 THAT'S MY CAPTAIN

_alexturcottte a win for quinn hughes nation !

yourusername a HUGE one!

_quinnhughes you two are something else

_alexturcotte @/yourusername OMG QUINN HUGHES RESPONDED TO ME😭

yourusername @_alexturcotte AHHHH CONGRATULATIONS!!

trevorzegras why don't i get this type of hype?

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras because this gag started when turcs lived with us

yourusername @_quinnhughes don't try to make him feel better that's my job

yourusername @/trevorzegras lexi and i don't like you that much

trevorzegras @/yourusername what happened to your degree in being nice?

yourusername @/trevorzegras i got a minor in silly goosing! this is me applying it

user23 "hyman was flailing about" he really was😭

trevorzegas i'm coming for you, hughesy

yourusername how cute and ominous🥰🫶

_quinnhughes in your dreams, zegras

yourusername omg soon i’ll have BOTH of those last names!!

trevorzegras @/yourusername even later now though

yourusername @/trevorzegras I WANT IT TO NOT LOOK LIKE WE'RE HAVING A SHOTGUN WEDDING! plus my new gang besties get to come to our wedding now that it's gonna be in the summer

tydellandrea53 HELL YEAH WE DO!

_quinnhughes @/yourusername you don't have a set date yet how did you invite the rest of your gang?

yourusername @_quinnhughes i said "hey wy, ty, and harls, wanna come to my wedding that's now in july?" and they said "yes of course, princess, we'd love nothing more than to attend the best day of your life!"

_wyattjohnston @_quinnhughes word for word

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras did she cry? did you record it?

trevorzegras @_quinnhughes she's somehow normal now that they're friends

yourusername @/trevorzegras we're more than friends. we're gang members.

user51 DID THEY JUST SAY THEY'RE MOVING THE WEDDING?!

yourusername we did! it'll be late july <3 i want to be able to fit into a wedding dress without having a baby bump! i’m growing!

user72 quinn WILL fight this year, trust

lhughes_06 sissy, you should go back to having weekly pyramids where you rank us

_quinnhughes please no

colecaufield PLEASE YES

slknight35 oh my god i forgot about that

trevorzegras @/slknight35 you were always at the top how could you forget?

slknight35 @/trevorzegras i didn't get belittled

jackhughes @/slknight35 so unfair

yourusername @/jackhughes you're just salty because you were always at the bottom

jackhughes @/yourusername I NEVER DID SHIT

_alexturcotte hughesy's having war flashbacks over here

colecaufield @_alexturcotte some of the best jack vs y/n matchups happened on pyramid nights

slknight35 @/colecaufield my personal favorite was when quinn came home and got hit with a pillow that sissy was throwing at jack

lhughes_06 @/slknight35 you picked that over the time they were whipping each other with towels?

trevorzegras that was a good night

jackhughes @/trevorzegras it really was

yourusername i'll think about it...😈

colecaufield YES

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#penalty box series: quinn hughes edition #penalty box series #quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes insta edit #quinn hughes au #quinn hughes fic #trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #quinn hughes x reader #luke hughes #jack hughes #cole caufield #alex turcotte #nhl imagine #hockey imagine

[babyhuggy]

nattys - l. hughes x childhood friend & rower!reader

a social media!au

a/n: a lil self-indulgent social media!au bc ncaas are coming up soon and i had to… also nattys are in jersey this year instead of florida so i thought it was fitting :)

also, this may become a multi-part series depending on if you guys like it!! maybe even going deeper into the background of their friendship/relationship?? lmk if you want to see more!

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yourusername a little look into the last week 🫶

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yourfriend this is so cute!!!

⤷ yourusername ilysm 🥰

yourteammate1 love love love

⤷ yourteammate2 matching cowboy hats 🫡

texasrowing that's our stroke seat 💪💪

⤷ yourusername starboard side, strong side ☺️

⤷ ybffuser THATS MY BEST FRIEND!!!!

randomuser1 woah what's luke hughes doing here??

⤷ user2 👀

⤷ user3 oop is that a soft launch i see??

⤷ hockeyfan1 guys didn’t the hughes’ say they grew up across the street from her and that they train together over the summers?

⤷ user4 i think they did an interview bc her dad played hockey or coached 🤔

lhughes_06 Michiganders take Austin 🤟 #nattysinaweek

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dylanduke25 bro just dips and becomes a longhorns fan? unacceptable!!

⤷ yourusername we just do it better here ig 🤷‍♀️

⤷ _quinnhughes Blue and Maize all the way

⤷ yourusername quinny, no.

jackhughes Damn... On main too!

⤷ yourusername oh jack, it was bound to happen...

⤷ lhughes_06 not like we haven't been dating for the last year

⤷ hockeyfan01 THEY'RE DATING?!?!

⤷ randouser1 hard launch alert 🚨🚨

yourusername i love you

elblue6 You guys are so cute!

⤷ yourusername love you mama e!!

⤷ elblue6 Good luck in Florida! We're cheering you on from home!

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one week later…

yourusername DONE. NATIONAL CHAMPIONS. #hookem

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lhughes_06 So proud! I love you!

⤷ yourusername i love you, longtime!! thank you for being there and taking that picture of me and my dad 😚

⤷ ybffuser I love you guys so much its sickening

elblue6 We're so proud of you Yn!!

⤷ yourusername I love you so much! Thank you for your endless support 🥹

jackhughes The only time I'll ever be a Longhorns fan is when you're racing. So freaking proud of you!

⤷ yourusername we've come a long way from those garage shoot outs.. love you jack!

⤷ user1 its the way yn has such a good relationship with luke's family >>

⤷ user2 ik its so cute ☺️

colecaufield Summer training with a natty champ???

⤷ yourusername as if we haven't done that every summer

yourteammate1 LETS FUCKING GO

⤷ ybffuser MY BEST FRIENDS ARE NATIONAL CHAMPIONS

⤷ lhughes_06 MY GIRLFRIEND IS A NATIONAL CHAMPION

⤷ trevorzegras I DONT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ROWING BUT IM PROUD ANYWAYS

lhughes_06 My girlfriend is a national champion and an NCAA Woman of the Year nominee. I love you Yn and I'm so proud to have seen you achieve your dreams over the last decade!

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yourusername brb gonna cry

yourusername i love you so much luke

_quinnhughes Watching you grow up and achieve these things is amazing. I love you Yn, proud to call you one of my best friends!

⤷ yourusername love you so much quinny! so so so happy you shanked that puck across the street that one summer

⤷ jackhughes aren't we all?

⤷ lhughes_06 I am 🙋‍♂️

hockeyfan1 whipped

dylanduke25 So happy for you yourusername thanks for making my best friend happy

⤷ yourusername love you duker! thanks for putting up with him while i'm away :)

⤷ edwards.73 Yn out here doing God's work

⤷ lhughes_06 You should have met high school Yn then...

⤷ yourusername LUKE WARREN HUGHES!

⤷ colecaufield Oooo looks like moosey's in trouble!

randomuser I love their interactions and the love they all have for each other!!

#luke hughes #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #Quinn Hughes imagine #michigan hockey #babyhuggy writes #rower!reader au #kat writes

[augustslippedavvay]

touch tank (eddie munson)

summary: eddie doesn't usually wake up before you, but when he does, he makes it worth your while to wake up, too.

author's note: this is not my first time writing smut but it IS my first time ever publicizing it so pls be gentle with me :) i just really love eddie and i think he'd be the most endearingly adorable sleeper also, when quinnie wrote the lyrics 'he's so pretty when he goes down on me / gold-skinned, eager baby / blue shirt out the laundry' she wrote them about eddie munson also ALSO everyone in this story is a consenting adult!!! we are talking early 20s here!!!

pairing: eddie munson x reader word count: 2.8k warnings: alternate universe: canon divergence, oral sex, morning sex, basically just a tooth rottingly fluffy fic based on ‘touch tank’ by quinnie about eddie waking you up to go down on you 

also!!!!! this was originally posted to AO3 under the user starspngledman. this is my work. please do not repost without permission!!!

The best part about living with Eddie Munson is waking up beside him.

He always sleeps like the dead. It would take nuclear fallout to wake him up when he’s not ready to. Sometimes he sleeps on his back, arms crossed over his chest. Head thrown back, hair in his eyes, his mouth agape and snoring. Sometimes he sleeps with his face tucked into your neck, an arm thrown across and tucked around you. And sometimes, if you’re lucky, you’ll wake up on your back, his head on your chest, tucked under your chin, and you’ll get to rub the length of his bare back softly until you feel him stir.

You mostly sleep on your side, typically facing him, and you almost always wake up before him. You love to lay there and watch him sleeping peacefully while the sun catches all of his best features. His strong nose, his sharp chin. The hollows of his cheekbones. You love to lean in close and kiss the worry lines from the corners of his eyes, the frown from his mouth. To push his hair out of his face. To hear him sigh peacefully when you do.

The boy has had his fair share of life-altering devastation. He deserves tranquility, and you’ll never be the one to take it from him.

This morning, however, Eddie rouses before you. He thinks about gently shaking you awake, seeing if you want to make some coffee and head over to the lookout for the sunrise. It’s rare for both of you to be awake so early, and he does love the way you look sitting, illuminated by the soft golden light, in the back of his van, the way it seems like the sun rises only for the two of you, there, together.

He ultimately resigns not to, when he sits up, whispers your name, and gets only a sigh of contentment in return. He smirks, watches you shift a bit onto your back, an arm thrown above your head, and decides he can think of something arguably even more romantic to do in the early morning.

“Baby,” Eddie whispers, placing a hand beside your head on your pillow to hold himself over you so he can bend down and kiss the soft, sensitive skin behind your ear.

You sigh again, turn your head to press a kiss to his cheek and murmur, “M’sleepin’, Eddie.”

“I know, baby,” he says, a smile plastered on his face. He turns and pecks your mouth lightly. “I’m not, though.”

“Okay,” you groan, breath fanning out over his parted lips, and say, “what d’you want me to do about it?”

“Well, it does seem like you’re a little more awake than you were before. Want to have some fun with me?”

You open one eye slightly, squinting up at Eddie where he’s pulled back to hover over you. The look on his face tells you everything you need to know, and you push the knuckle of your pointer finger into your eye sleepily.

“You know, Munson, I never, ever wake you up, even when I’m up and I want you to fuck my brains out.”

“And I love you for that, sweetheart,” Eddie says, the smirk on his face bleeding into his voice. “I need my beauty sleep more than you, though, I’d argue.”

You bring one hand up to the side of his face, holding him briefly, before carding a hand through his messy hair, pushing it out of his face and behind his ear. “I concur.”

Eddie feigns offense and turns his face to nip at your hand. You giggle and pull it away. He’s right; you are a little more awake now than you were a few moments ago. Still. Not as awake as he is.

“Someone’s cranky.”

“It’s five o’clock in the morning!”

“Actually,” Eddie says, turning to squint across his dark room, “clock on the dresser says 5:48.”

You groan and roll back over onto your side, away from him, facing the wall.

“Like that’s any better.” Your voice is muffled slightly, your arm thrown over your face. “I’m going back to bed, Eddie. Wake me up in three hours. I’m sure I’ll want to have some fun then.”

Eddie smiles and lays back down into his spot next to you, using the hand that was holding him over you to trace down your silhouetted side. “You sure about that, baby?”

You hum affirmation, trying not to squirm when you feel him grip your hip through your duvet cover, his palm coming around to the front of your body to press you back into him. He’s already half-hard, and you have to stop yourself from groaning at the feel of him against your lower back.

“You’re 100% positive?”

“Yes, Eddie,” you say, but it comes out a lot more breathy than you initially intended.

“Because it sure sounds like you might be about to change your mind.”

“I’m not.” The two most unconvincing words ever uttered. He presses his face to your shoulder and smiles against you, because he knows he’s got you now.

“Forgive me if the sound of you sighing my name isn’t exactly reassuring to me that you don’t want me to keep you awake right now, sweetheart.”

You can’t argue with him, and so you keep quiet and let him reach down under the covers to touch your bare skin, let him push your hair up over your shoulder and press open-mouthed kisses to the back of your neck, let him handle you so you’re lying on your back again.

Before you’ve even opened your eyes, he’s settled in between your thighs, one hand gripping your hip, the other on your knee, pressing both of your legs open to make more room for himself.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” he purrs, running his hand up the inside of your right leg until he hits the hem of your underwear. You gasp lightly when he pauses only briefly before pushing three fingers right past the elastic and brushing the tips of them against the curls at the apex of your thighs.

“Is that so?”

You can feel your whole body heating up, getting on board with the idea of rolling around in bed with Eddie before six in the morning. You know he’d actually stop if you told him to - that the ‘come on, baby, loosen up’ act was just that; an act - and it turned you on, you had to admit, the way he was taking his time, working you up to it.

Eddie grins slowly when he presses his fingers further and finds you wanting. “Sweetheart, you’re already soaking. You’re gonna ruin these pretty panties of yours. You mind if I take them off for you? Make sure they stay nice and clean?”

You bite your lip and nod, which Eddie can barely see in the dark of your room, but he takes his hand from your underwear and hooks his fingers into their waistband, tugging them down your legs. You pull your knees up closer to your chest so Eddie can get them off without having to move from where he sits and watch as he tosses them to the floor. He grips your ankles in his hands and presses a kiss to each of your calves before slowly lowering your feet back to the bed.

“Have I got you yet, sweetheart?”

“I don’t know, Eddie,” you say, biting your finger to suppress the already-wide-enough grin on your face. You also know it drives him nuts when you do that. “I think I need a little more convincing.”

“Yeah?” He says, smiling down at you. He grips your waist and rolls his hips against yours so you can feel his hard-on through his briefs as it presses against your bare cunt. You toss your head back, the friction unbearable, your mouth open, and Eddie takes the opportunity to press his lips to yours, bringing one hand up to cup your jaw and slip his tongue into your mouth.

You moan against him and press up into him, kissing him back eagerly.

“Okay,” you whisper into his open mouth.

“Okay?”

“Okay, Munson. Show me a good time.”

Eddie grins and kisses you one, two, three more times before slipping down your body, pressing his plush mouth against your jaw, down the length of your neck. He settles above your chest, sliding his hands up under your shirt and cupping your breasts in his hands.

“Take your shirt off, please, baby,” he says, and you oblige immediately, crossing your arms over your chest to hoist the ringer tee up over your head and toss it to the ground. Eddie’s mouth is on you just as fast, in between your breasts, then across one, his lips soft and warm as he circles your nipple with his tongue before latching on and sucking.

You let out a high-pitched whine and Eddie laughs against your skin, pulling off of your nipple to nip at the skin on the underside of your breast, at which you gasp and curl a hand into his hair.

“Eddie,” you breathe, leaning up slightly on one elbow to look down at him, your other hand scratching at his scalp gently. His brown doe eyes look up at you and you just about lose it.

“Yeah, pretty girl?”

You’re panting. “Do that again.”

He smirks. “Do what again, sweetheart?”

“You know what.”

“Not sure I do,” he says, laughing.

“I…your teeth.”

“My teeth?”

“Oh, my fucking God,” you groan. “Bite me, Munson.”

Eddie shakes his head at you and sinks his teeth into your skin again before licking it to soothe the area when you hiss. Your head falls back. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Your grip on his hair tightens in response and he laughs at you again.

“That feels good, though, baby? You like when I use my teeth on you? Mark you, make you mine?”

“You know I do,” you sigh, lolling your head to the side to look at him again. He smiles.

“My good girl. My pretty girl. What else do you want, baby?”

You whine and put your hand on the crown of his head in an attempt to push him down further.

“Your words,” he warns, nipping at your stomach and leaving an angry, raised red mark. “Use them.”

“I want your mouth,” you say, opening your legs wider when he eases further down between them and brings his hands under you to cup your ass. “I want your mouth on me.”

“My mouth is on you,” Eddie whispers. The sun is starting to rise through the window behind your bed, and Eddie glances up from where he lays between your legs to watch you toss your haloed head back against the pillow when he presses a particularly gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh. You look back down at him.

“Tell me what you want,” Eddie murmurs, eyes locked on your face.

When you don’t answer him right away, he grips your ass a little firmer, the rings on his fingers biting into your skin.

“I said,” he breathes, “you gotta tell me exactly what you want, sweet girl.”

“I want your mouth on my pussy,” you pant, and he smirks and presses his tongue flat against you, licking a wet path up the seam of you and then pulling away.

“God,” he groans. “You’re so wet, darling. And so sweet. This all for me?”

He doesn’t even give you a chance to answer him before he brings one hand up to press his middle finger against your hole, then traces along you from bottom to top, gathering your slick and bringing his finger up to his mouth. You’re leaned up on your elbows to watch him and your mouth falls open in a whine when you watch him suck the finger between his lips, smiling around it.

“Alright, baby. You’re being good, so I’ll give you what you want.”

Eddie leans in and presses a quick kiss to your hip bone before gripping your thighs in both of his hands, wrenching them apart, and attaching his mouth straight to your clit. He catches you off guard, and you react - trying to jump out of his grip, but he doesn’t let you get far, and soon you relax down further into the bed, let him make you feel good.

You close your eyes and murmur, “That’s it, baby,” and Eddie glances up, biting gently on your clit so you open your eyes again. He holds eye contact with you while he traces his tongue around it.

“I love you, Munson,” you sigh, fisting the curls at the back of his head. Eddie hums against you and your toes curl, but you don’t look away from him. He practically glistens in the golden light streaming through the windows. “You look so fucking pretty right now, it’s killing me.”

Eddie pulls back slightly, bringing his thumb up to circle your clit before you get the chance to whine at the loss of his mouth. He grins. “So what you’re saying is that you think I should always wake you up before the sun to go down on you?”

“Don’t ruin this for me,” you cry, but he just laughs.

“Oh, thank you, Eddie,” he says, trailing his hand down from your clit to press his middle and ring fingers inside of you. “Thank you for keeping me awake, thank you for not letting me go back to bed, thank you for -”

“Shut up, Munson.”

Eddie chuckles and curls his fingers up to press into that spot that takes your breath away. “Make me, baby.”

You gasp, grab a fistful of his hair, and press his face down against your cunt, canting your hips up for good measure. Eddie smiles into you and starts to slide his fingers in and out of you, licking a few quick stripes up the length of you before wrapping his lips around your clit once again. He’s sucking with such fervor that you can hardly think, babbling, “Fuck, fuck, Eddie, fuck,” over and over, your hand clenching in his hair, the other gripping his shoulder tightly.

Eddie reaches the hand that doesn’t have two fingers buried inside of you up to palm your breast, tweaking your nipple until you’re a squirming, squealing mess.

“Come on, baby, come for me. I know you want to. I can feel it. You’re doing so good, baby, that’s it, come on,” Eddie groans, a liturgy of sorts, and if you could have looked down at him right now, you’d have come at the sight of him rutting his hips down against the mattress to relieve the ache of his swollen cock.

You dig your nails into the skin of his back and Eddie groans against you, and the vibration, combined with both of his fingers pressing against that spot inside you that makes you see stars, pushes you over the edge. You screw your eyes shut, your toes curling against his back, and you hold him against you, encouraging him to keep working his mouth over you until you’ve finished. He gets the memo.

Once you’ve settled, Eddie pushes his fingers in, pulls out, then pushes them in once more, before removing them completely. He uses your soft inner thighs as leverage to hoist himself up onto his knees, but not before pressing two soft kisses to your oversensitive clit. You gasp and close your legs around his hips, and he rubs your stomach gently, carefully moving to lay beside you and pull you into his side.

You pant against his chest, wrapping one arm around his lower stomach, and recoil slightly when you feel a wet warmth against your bicep.

“Did you-?”

“Yeah, baby,” he says, and when you look up at him his face is flush with self-consciousness instead of arousal in the soft morning light.

“I’m sorry I-”

“Don’t be,” he whispers, pressing a quick kiss to the crown of your head and then tucking his chin on top of it.

The two of you are quiet for a moment before you say, “You know, it’s kind of hot. That it got you so worked up that I didn’t even need to touch you.”

Eddie sighs against you. “You do it for me, sweetheart. In every sense of the phrase.”

You smile at that, and sidle up closer to Eddie, who brings one hand up to push through your hair gently. Eventually, his fingers slow and then still altogether, and you roll your eyes when you hear him start to snore softly.

He fell back asleep. And now you’re wide awake. The bastard.

“I’m gonna kill you, Munson.”

You swear you hear him chuckle in his sleep.

#eddie #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson/reader #stranger things season four #stranger things season 4 #stranger things #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things 4 #st4 #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson oneshot #joseph quinn #joe quinn

[ateriblewriter]

Not Like This {2} (q.h)

a/n: im sorry. i dont feel like this is my greatest. prove me wrong. please let me know if y’all want another part. i have maybe 2 more parts.

warnings: sad. sickness. possible looming death.

Enjoy!

part1 part3

“There’s not much more we can do right now. It’s a waiting game. We always knew there was a possibility this day would come Quinn.” The doctor informed Quinn that the inevitable was coming sooner rather than later. Dr. Pete had been there with the couple through this whole ordeal that started just before baby Theo was born.

A month before baby Theo was born Y/N had a cold. Or what she had thought was the cold. After a week of coughing and fatigue, her heart would start rapiding racing with a constant pain in her chest. After all the tests and scans that had been ordered Y/N had been diagnosed with a heart condition that should have cleared up weeks after the baby had been born.

But of course nothing was ever that easy in life.

“What about that transplant you mentioned last time we were here? Is that still an option?” Quinn ran his fingers through his hair. This couldn’t be happening, not yet at least.

Looking through the window of your room, he watched Y/N holding a giggling Theo on your lap, the most beautiful smile dancing around her face. Quinn hated how fast everything was coming to an end. He needed his family, Theo was going to need his mother. He had to have more time with her.

“We talked about this at the last appointment. Y/N isn’t exactly at the top of the list. If we would be able to get our hands on a viable heart, with how weak her body is there is no telling if it would even actually take.” The doctor reminded him of the meeting they had a couple of months ago.

“My heart is getting worse isn't it?” Y/N asked her boyfriend when he entered the room. Quinn had just gotten done speaking with the doctor again, about their options to slow the damage to being done to it.

“The medication is working anymore, and they don't know if your body would withstand the open heart surgery that you would need for a transplant.” Quinn wanted to hit something. He had all this anger built up inside him and he needed a release. If he was anywhere but here he would hesitate to take something out.

Y/N tried not to get worked up in her current state. Y/N weakly raised her hand to cover her cough that sounded pretty bad, but that was normal for her condition. Once the small fit was over Y/N tried speaking again.

“I just want to go home, I don’t want to be here. Please Quinn. I. I.” Y/N wheezed, breathing heavily. Quinn grabbed the baby out of its mother’s arms. Y/N was struggling. He hated watching her like this. But how are you supposed to react when you’re dying?

Looking anywhere other than at his girlfriend in bed, Quinn noticed the time was getting closer to Theo’s naptime. He grabbed a bottle to feed to the child and sat on the opposite side of the bed. He knew what she was asking. He also knew it was going to spring her from this joint. “Maybe we could visit Michigan, get the gang together one last time.”

“Babe, you need to stay here. What if a heart becomes available. What if.” Quinn looked Y/N up and down in her sweaty state. He didn’t like this. They were supposed to have more time. She was supposed to be there for his hockey career, and when Theo took his first steps on the ice. They were supposed to get married one day, have more kids, and grow old together.

“Be realistic. Someone is going to be dying and giving me their heart anytime soon. Quinny I’m going to be the one dying” Y/N cut him off, her breathing even more ragged as she was still pretty worked up. Her chest heaving up and down at a rapid pace, trying to calm herself down.

“Hey, hey, hey. Breathe.” Quinn held Theo in one arm and ran his other hand up and down Y/N’s back trying to soothe her with another coughing fit over taking her. This time a pink colored flem made its way up.

“I don’t want to die here. Quinny please.” Her voice was so quiet he almost didn’t hear her as the tears streamed down her face. He wasn’t the one with a heart disease, but watching the one he loved the most breakdown broke his heart.

Any treatment they tried now was most likely not going to work and maybe it was best if they just went home. With it being the middle of the hockey season, Quinn was positive that he couldn’t get all their friends to Vancouver much less Michigan. It would be an impossible feat. But for you he would do everything in his power to get you what you wanted.

“Alright, Babe. I’m going to go talk to someone about getting you released.” Quinn got off the bed and walked over you. He kissed the top of your sweaty forehead. “I don’t think it’s the best to travel right now but maybe they can come here. I’ll make some calls to my family and your brother. Maybe some of the guys can come out.”

please let me know what y’all think. i’d love to hear any thoughts, comments, or complaints.

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes imagine #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #quinn hughes fic

[dyke-a-saur]

Finished watching Heartbreak High and I gotta say, I feel like they pulled off Gen Z High School really well. Like I could go to school with these absolute agents if chaos.

Okay but important business:

Amerie

I loved her the second she popped up on screen. Her energy, her personality, and her friendship with Harper. It was just the best. At times tho, I could see why the other characters antagonized her. After all, it was just as much her map as Harper’s and she put people in awful situations. Not to mention the reveal that she failed to let Harper in, then had the nerve to say she’d always be there. She even did the same to Malakai (tho it’s clear she acted out of trauma from her and Harper’s friendship gone sour)

Dusty

Fuck you. Youse a bitch, a snake, and truly a shit stain on the trousers of humanity. Work on yourself. Big soulful eyes tho.

Ca$h

Arguably the second most emotionally intelligent character in the show? Definitely better at it than Darren and his relationship was so refreshing? It was neat to see it not be a “I like dudes, oh no,” storyline and instead “I’m ace and just need to better express that to my partner who I love and adore”. Also that “I love you scene” was peak ghetto and I loved it. Darren’s Baby Daddy really behind bars, huh?

Malakai

This man. Is so fine. So sweet. And so funny. I love the way he gets to know Amerie and then befriends her and then becomes her first. And even if he handled the peer pressure to talk about the details poorly, he wanted to do right by her. I also loved how they explored the kinship he had with OTHER BLA(c)K CHARACTERS. It was nice to see how much he healed by being in his community and being surrounded by love for his culture. Missy being a big part of that was beautiful.

Harper

I did get the "spoiler" that she went through "something traumatizing" right before the start of the show, then later got more clues from Tumblr. So i had more patience with her character at the start, being honest. But goddamn it was so hard to watch her shut Amerie out and lash out at her. It also sucked seeing her antagonized in the second half because if she could've reached out or accepted people reaching in, then I feel like shit could've been handled better. But after seeing the events of "that night" I could totally get how and why she would want Amerie out of her life. Fake as hell for not owning up to the Incest Map tho. I was constantly whisper-yelling at my phone "girl, get it together!'

Quinni

No notes. Love her. She's the best. Also the most emotionally intelligent character (not a surprise and fuck you Sasha). She helps so many characters process their emotions, make up, figure out wwhat they want, and still stands on her own as a great character with her own life going on. I'm NT, but from what I've seen on Tumblr, most ND people see her as good rep.

Spider

Fuck this guy. Racist, sexist, (not as homophobic as previously assumed), and awful. But I love it. I love when he gets told to shut up. I love it when he's being awful and the other characters are like "yeah, fuck this dude". But also, he was weirdly complex? like the scene where he would've gotten it on with Amerie makes a lot of sense in context of the rest of his behavior. He's overcompensating because someone he genuinely liked, and cared for to an extent, hurt him in a vulnerable place and treated him like a dissapointment. Doesn't give him the right to react with daily verbal abuse, but his character makes more sense that way. I'd like to see him grow from that, but I'm not sure how.

Star of the Show

They're here, they're queer, they're unapologetically BLACK, they. Are. DARREN.

Okay jokes aside, I love this bitch. They're not only a great friend, but they (mostly) know what they want in life. It's sad to see Darren be dismissed as “too much” in their home, and you can really see how its affected the way they view their ability to be loved and cherished. So seeing them find that in Ca$h and watch the relationshp between the two grow was beautiful. It hurt to see Darren hurt Ca$h, like they gay ass ain't know what the "A" in "LGBTQIA" stood for, but that growth and intracommunity hurt was important to see.

Others

Ant annoyed me but he seemed like he could do/be better if he wasn’t around the rest of the guys. Sasha pissed me off, but I hope losing Quinni was enough to actually get her to look at her self-righteous tendencies and work on herself, I wanna see her go far. Missy was a fucking icon and I love her. Ms. Jojo is the love of my life and fuck Spider/Ant/Dusty (nigga) for screwing her over like that. Mrs. Spigot is my literal soulmate.

I think that’s all for now? But yeah go watch it if you haven’t already. It is another show focusing on the sex lives of teens but it feels more authentic than anything we’ve been given before.

#heartbreak high #darren heartbreak high #ca$h piggott #amerie x malakai #dusty hate train 4 lyfe #quinni heartbreak high #sasha so #australia

[anticipatecrime]

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚙 |𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚌

authors note: you’ll notice i changed the timing of things, but i had to for it to work for the story. summary: they have a crush on one of their best friends, spider, what happens when they see spider with some chick at the festival, they spend time awkwardly avoiding him, until the party. as they run away from the cops, they hurt their ankle, and spider takes care of them. words: 4.7k

“fuck my life” rowan groaned, aggressively rolling over and pulling the blanket over their face to shield them from the sun entering through the windows. 

“ow what the hell” ant grumbled, rubbing his head after they had hit it by accident. he yawned, stretched out, before looking at his alarm clock. “it’s 8:10, rowan. we have to get up or we’ll be late for school.”

“wow okay mr responsible, since when do you care about being on time?” they joked, knowing how rebellious ant has been in the past few weeks. 

“hey, i’m responsible” he throws back, before getting up and pulling the comforter off the bed, leaving rowan curled around pillows. as he starts to get ready, changing into cleaner clothes, they finally start to wake themself up. 

“honestly, i don’t feel like going in today” rowan shrugs watching as he puts on a sweatshirt. “i really don’t want to see spider..”

ant turns around, and slouches dramatically. “dude, no way you’re going to skip school just because spider slept with some whore at the festival. and you know what? it probably meant absolutely nothing” he said comfortingly.

“i just don’t get it, one minute he’s super sweet and holding my drink so it doesn’t get spiked, then he’s pashing some slut who has her tits out.” rowan calms, feeling disappointed in themself for letting a guy get to them. they’ve never felt like this before, in all honesty it’s typically the opposite way around. 

rowan’s definitely gotten around, but to be fair it’s hard not to when you go to hartley high. i mean they’ve even slept with their own bestfriend, who happens to be right infront of them. they both agreed it didn’t mean anything, and was just some fun, but it did make them closer.

“i think you should forget about it, okay? he’s literally an idiot, and that’s coming from me” 

“but you’re also an idiot.” rowan chuckles, pulling on some black baggy jeans. they look around, and start pulling out stuff from their bag. “fuck i didn’t bring an extra shirt, can i borrow one?”

“uh of course??” ant draws out his words to make it more dramatic. he digs around in his closet, looking for one that rowan’s worn before. “hows this?” he asks, holding up the one with a sunflower and bee on it. 

“absolutely perfect!” rowan puts on the shirt, and huffs, grabbing their bag, and digging out the side pocket for their car keys. “are we stopping for breakfast orrrr?”

“i think my moms made pancakes?” he says in a questioning tone, opening his bedroom door and smelling the hallway. “yes, yes she has.” he laughs.

____

“god your mom makes the best pancakes” rowan starts moaning, causing ant to laugh which therefore makes her laugh. 

“god save it for the sex you’re going to have this term” he jokes, snickering as rowan pulls into the parking lot. 

as they get out, rowan can already see spider and dusty from here. they’re having a quick chat with one of the basketball guys. they glance around the lot, also seeing darren and quinni. 

quinni starts to jump up and down seeing rowan. they wave to eachother before she goes back to whispering with darren. quinni and rowan had been friends for a few years, meeting at the extra help room in middle school.

they’ve always had problems with adhd and focusing, making it hard to be in a class with loud and disruptive classmates. unfortunately in highschool, they just have to suck it up and wear headphones most days. 

“you got this” ant whispers in their ear, while holding onto their arm as normal. ant is big into physical touch which means he’s constantly holding rowan. 

“hey guys!” he calls out, earning grins from the guys. 

“hey rowan! see you at ants tomorrow night?” dusty asks, curiously wondering if they would be there to play video games. 

“oh hell yeah, i still have to kick your ass!” they giggle.

“oh? is that ant’s shirt?” he points out, giving you a face. spider finally snapped out of his staring at the ground. his eyebrow raised, as he inspected their outfit. “are you sure you aren’t sleeping together?” dusty wonders outloud.

“n- we are” ant shakes his head as he speaks, throwing his arms up like he’s been caught. 

spiders eyes widen. “what? really?”

“no idiot. we’re friends. i love this fucker but i’d never sleep with him a second time” now that confession makes his eyes widen even more. he quickly shakes his head, and calms himself.

“wow, knew you were a slut, but your best friend? damnn” spider snickers, before realizing that sounded less like a joke and more like an incredibly rude insult. 

ant’s jaw drops, and dusty looks like he’s unsure whether or not to laugh. 

“well aren’t you sweet.” rowan says scoffing, before adjusting her backpack and walking off, towards quinni and darren. 

“bro, that is totally not how you get rowan to like you.” dusty slaps the back of spiders head out of disappointment. 

“no really, that is not cool, even for you.” ant says, rolling his eyes.

“i didn’t mean to.” the blonde shrugged, “thought it was a funny joke.”

“don’t lie, you’re just jealous.” ant walks off in rowans direction.

all of a sudden, his thoughts are interrupted by a younger student. “OI! there’s a fully-gacked sex map in the old stairwell!!”

“what?”

“sex map?”

all of a sudden, everyone is rushing towards the stairwell, completely disregarding that class was starting in a few minutes. spider finds himself running at a quicker speed then most.

all he can hear is screaming, heavy footsteps and panting as other people find their way to the map. “oh shit” he lets out, his eyes wandering to his own name first. quinni, saska and suzie cho. two of those weren’t true, he had made those up to his mates almost 7 months ago, and suzie cho was only a blowie. he groaned internally now knowing that they would know that he was lying.

“what in the kids helpline?” darren looks bewildered.

“no!!”

“a wristy!”

“everyone whos fucked everyone”

“couldn’t walk for three days, that’s true” spider laughs, watching as ant dabs up dusty.

“cum queen!”

“jenny got fisted, holy shit” spiders eyes wander more and more.

“oh shit, darren jerked you off? nice bro, you into dudes now? spider questions. 

rowan turns in his direction, and pushes back spider a bit, feeling offended for darren. “who says i’m a dude?” “why didn’t you tell us?”

he laughs it off, then faltering. he sees rowan in black sparkly letters, then he notices the lines connecting to their name, all of the lines. 

sasha, zoe clarke, nathan white, ant, cash, tilly, and suzie cho. wait, he bent down to look at the small writing under their name. and two private school boys.

he felt a turn in his stomach, having to clutch it. something about knowing everyone they’ve had sex with, hurt him. he saw them go closer to the wall, finger running against the lines of the people connected to them. “what the fuck” rowan let out, before then standing on a stool that they dragged out from the corner.

 “this is not true!” they shout, pointing at the line connecting them to cash. they grabbed a marker from their backpack and drew over it. cash and rowan were in a hidden relationship for around 5 months but things just weren’t working out, tons of communication issues. rowan still loved him, platonically, almost like a brother in a way. 

after drawing over the line, rowan steps back, walking into spider on accident. they take a deep breath, and suddenly in seconds, there’s tears welling in their eyes. “guess you’re right. i’m just a slut”

____

“can the following students please meet at classroom 5D. Amerie Wadia, Harper McLean, Sasha So, Missy Beckett, Dustin Reid, Spencer White, Anthony Vaughn and Rowan Yearwood, Darren Rivers, Quinn Gallagher-John, Douglas Piggott, Malakai Mitchell.”

“welcome, welcome” rowan walks by the principal entering the class. there’s multiple tables scattered around the room, and suddenly they see ant waving them over. 

“what the fuck is this” rowan questions, seeing everyone come in and sit down. 

“punishment probably” dusty shrugs.

“map bitch!” spider shouts towards amerie. 

“so.. cemetery tonight?” rowan asks, looking towards the guys.

“yeah boy”

“hell yeah”

“oi, uh whats the cemetery?” darren asks.

“well it’s-” 

“none ya biz, bongwater.” spider spits, looking them up and down.

“it’s just a party thing.” they clarified, sending a gentle smile towards darren, before ignoring spider. 

“okay, settle down. thank you.” ms woodsy’s attempt to silence everyone wasn’t working very well.

the woman standing at the front takes a deep breath. “hi, everyone. i’m miss joesphine obah, but you can call me jojo. it’s kind of like yo-yo but j.” she chuckled, before clearing her throat. “i’m an english teacher, so i know some of you.” she nodded in rowan’s direction.

“but i’m sure you’re all wondering why you’re here.. well your names were on the map in the stairwell. the one that’s out of bounds.”

a boy up front sitting next to amerie raises his hand out of confusion. and finally rowan begins to question who he is. they whisper in ants direction, asking if he’s seen him before. 

“uhm, what map?” the new kid asks.

“okay, very funny, look peeps, we’re not dumb. we know a lot of you are sexually active, but we’re concerned this map demonstrates a real lack of respect for one another when it comes to sexual relationships. so we want to address it head on..”

the new teacher, miss josephine went on about the new class and how it aims to give the students information about sex and intimacy. rowan wasn’t paying much attention, they were looking at spider, still upset about the comment he made to them earlier. how could he say something like that? did he really think it was some funny joke?

he then stood ontop of the table and started chanting “sluts, sluts, sluts” thrusting himself near ant.

“oh brother.” rowan shook their head, and started focusing on the teachers again. 

“i think we should do the handshake game.”

“that’s not the best one to start with”

“all right everybody.. up!” woodsy shouted. “okay now clear these tables to the side please. thank you, now i want you all to start walking around the room. come onn, walking!!”

rowan started walking, listening to everyones chatter. “now i want you to choose three other people to start shaking hands with.. shaking, shake, good, you know how to shake.”

rowan first shook hands with ant, it sort of became a bro hug, then they walked past dusty, making sure to give a good shake with him too. spider came around them and held his hand out with a gentle smile, almost as a way to apologize. 

rowan scoffed, and shook hands with quinni. 

“and, stop.” everyone stood straight up, and still. “spencer, you have genital crabs.” people started laughing at that. 

“checks out.” darren shrugged. “yeah i’m not surprised, he is a bit of a slut” rowan added on avoiding spiders eyes. more laughter.

“not in real life, thank you darren and rowan for the purposes of this game.” “put your hand up spencer, hand up, spencer, now!” “now everyone that shook hands with spencer, hands up.”

dusty, and ants hands raised up high. “now, shook hands with them.” rowans hand went up too, followed by more people, then more. “you all have genital warts.”

rowan snickered, as malakai spoke. “i thought it was crabs.”

a little while later, the bell rung and rowan went to go sit on the rocks near the edge of the school, eating their lunch that ant’s mom had made for them. veggies, fruit, and a sandwich. cash came by and they talked a bit, about the map, until it got a bit serious. 

“i did something really bad.” he admits, grimacing already. 

“what did chook make you do.” were the first words out of rowans mouth.

“okay-well, i technically didn’t do anything myself, but that’s the problem..”

“oh god cash, just tell me.” rowan pleaded, scared for one of their best friends.

“i-i, i was driving a car.. after the festival and-d in the back, chook was groping someone.. she was so drunk and i think he drugged her.”

“holy shit.” rowans eyes widened.  “is she okay now? was she underage? who was it?” they began to panic. 

“...harper.” cash’s voice wavers. “i don’t know why i didn’t help sooner, all i did was unlock the car door when we were at the gas station. i tried to talk to her after slts, but she told me to fuck off. i don’t know what to do.” his eyes began to well. 

rowan took a few deep breaths, before grabbing him tightly, and pulling him into a hug. “fuck man.. you need to distance yourself from them.. but i’m proud of you okay? you probably just saved that girl from being raped.” they took a second. “i’d avoid her for a bit, she could think you’re just as bad as them, maybe even scared of you.”

he nodded along. “okay, okay.” 

“maybe i’ll try and talk to her.” rowan shrugs, knowing that harper could probably use some comfort, especially considering the weird girl fight happening between her and amerie. 

“thank you, rowan.” cash hugs them tight, trying not to cry.

“hey, hey, it’s okay cashy.” feeling him tremble, starts to make them cry as well.

fucking spider.

spider, dusty and ant walk out of the gymnasium laughing about the basketball practice. spider had absolutely kicked ass, and the new kid was on the floor, holding his ankle. 

“i knew he was shit.” spider snickered, getting a highfive from dusty. 

ant checked his phone, seeing no message from rowan. they were all a bit surprised when they hadn’t shown up to watch practice, it was a normal thing they did together. “have you guys talked to rowan in the last little bit? they haven’t replied to my messages.” ant frowned.

“nope.” dusty said, popping the ‘p’. spider scratched the back of his neck. 

“is she-” “sorry, are they, still upset at me? they wouldn’t shake my hand when we were in sex jail.”

“i mean what you said was pretty fucking rude.” ant glares at him. “like, jeez, glad they returned the favour and called you a slut infront of everyone.” 

spider threw his hands in the air. “i’m such a fucking idiot.” with mutual agreements from the other boys. “can’t believe i fucked everything up because.. ugh.” he groaned.

“because you were jealous at the thought of me and rowan boning.” ant jokingly smirked. “but really, it meant nothing, we were just drunk and thought it would be funny.” “that was awhile ago too, we’re like practically family.”

“ew, you’d fuck your family?” dustin made fake gagging sounds. 

“pfftt shut up, don’t be gross.” ant winced at him. “but like i said spider, no feelings, at. all.”

spider let out a deep breath, fully relieved. “thank fuck.” he ran his fingers through his hair. “how do i make it up to them?”

“confess your feels, bro.” dusty shrugged. 

“or just be not a complete asshole to them? show you care or like actually respect them.” ant said, like it was obvious to the guy. 

it wasn’t. which may be surprising to some people, to normal people. he wasn’t normal. he’s never done the whole ‘crush’ or ‘liking’ someone thing. infact he’s not really experienced in sex either. everyone thinks he’s some sex machine but in reality he’s just a virgin, whos gotten a few blowies. he tried having sex with some girl a few months ago but he couldn’t get it up. in general he just doesn’t understand vaginas. ‘stupid things’ ‘lazy kebabs’

“make it up to her at the party or something!” ant suggests, before catching a glance of rowan and cash sitting by the rocks. “i’ve found them!” he shouts, running and flailing his arms in their direction. 

rowan wipes their eyes, seeing ant in the distance running towards them. “oh god.” they giggle. 

the next few classes were absolutely boring and went by almost too quickly. the only thing rowan could think of was, what to wear at the cemetery. 

once school had ended, as usual rowan and ant met up by their car, chatting a bit before getting in and taking off. “so, how was the rest of your day?” they asked ant, curious.

“ugh full of spider talking about you.” he yawned dramatically. “gets tiring after awhile.”

“wait really?” they question, looking to him. 

“yeahh he felt really bad about earlier, said he wanted to make it up to you, he’ll probably be allllllll over you at the party.” ant said, as they pulled up to his house. he started to get out, but before he did, rowan grabbed his arm.

“okay so i’m gonna go home, get ready and i’ll come by at 9? is that all good?”

“9? party starts at 11.” ant clarifies. 

“yeah but i wanna get high before we go.” rowan smiles, laughing before they push ant back out the car. 

“i’m cool with that, see you then, row!” ant calls out, walking off to his house. 

rowan got home, and made sure to get upstairs quickly to avoid their mother. bit of an asshole she was. after their fathers suicide, their mom was never the same, drinking, taking drugs, beating on them and their younger brother. they hadn’t seen him in awhile. he was temporarily re-homed for his safety. they had taken him to the emergency room once night after their mom had an episode. 

thankfully the department of social services got involved, and he’s safe now, with a loving normal family. rowan wishes they would’ve taken them too but, something about their age made it complicated. 

they foraged through their closet, trying to find something that would make them look attractive. they wanted to get some attention, hoping it would make them feel better about the spider situation. they had liked him for years, since middle school. it only made it harder when they became friends, and when they became the second bassist for the guys’ band. 

pulling out a plain black tank top, and throwing it on the bed, rowan was then looking for some jewerly, planning on wearing the pants they were already in. they decided on a black choker and dangly silver earrings, along with studs for the rest of their piercings. they re-adjusted their septum, and looked at themself in the mirror. ‘hmmm jacket.. jacket..’

they grabbed a plain red sweater, and reached for their doc martens. “hell yeah” they nodded at themself, wondering if they should do any makeup. 

after a few minutes, they decided on just a light red smokey eye. they were about to start on their hair, when quinni started ringing. 

“hey girl, what’s up?” rowan asked.

“hiii!!” darren gently pushed quinni so they could see the phone. “woah, okay sexy. will we see you at the cemetery?” 

“obviously, can’t you tell by this-” rowan cuts themself off and does a spin. “outfit.” 

“you look gorgeous.” a different voice is heard, and suddenly amerie is on screen too. “i don’t think we’ve properly met.” she said.

“well, talk to me at the party, and we can.” rowan smiled, before looking at the time. “i gotta get going guys but i’ll talk later.”

and just like that, rowan was on their way to ants. 

____

“fuckk, this is some good shit.” rowan says, while breathing out smoke, from the joint between their fingers, while watching the road. 

ant took over driving while rowan decided to get high before the little get together. “you look really cool.” he said, looking over to them.

“thanks! i tried a new makeup look.” rowan smiled. “i’m so excited, can’t wait to get fucked up.”

“me too, however i am missing the responsible you. don’t let the spider thing get to you okay?” ant nodded. 

“i’m trying not to, i feel a lot better now then before.” 

“good. also i heard dusty saying to park the cars by his house so it doesn’t look suspicious to the cops.” 

“ohh yeah, good idea.” rowan agreed, and watched as ant pulled into dustys driveway. “its like a 10 minute walk right?”

“yeah about i think.” 

rowan groaned as they began walking, feeling the tiniest bit dizzy. “told you, you shouldn’t of smoked!” ant laughed, watching them walk.

“whatever.” rowan kept going, walking up the hill, before seeing the firepit. there was only like 6 or so people there so far. spider, dusty, malakai and some strangers they didn’t know.

“hey!” spider called out, seeing rowan. he quickly grabbed an extra beer and popped it open, before passing it over to them.

“oh, thanks.” they replied, nodding along to the music awkwardly. dusty walked up to them and checked them out. 

“you look nice.” dustin said, touching their shoulder.

“yeah.” spider agreed, nodding along, as dusty went back to ant. it was silent for a few minutes. “so-”

“i’m sorry.” he blurted out, rubbing the back of his neck. “i want you to know that what i said was really dumb and i didn’t mean it. you’re really cool and i have no place to judge your sex life.”

“wow, spider apologizing?” rowan jokes. “i appreciate it though, thanks spencer.” his heart immediately softens at his name, his real name. it sounds like the most amazing thing ever hearing his name out of their mouth.

he watches as their eyes flicker, before they lean in and give him a side hug. ‘holy fucking shit’ he thinks to himself, putting his arm around them. 

“well.” they smiled, before seeing other people begin to arrive. “thanks for the beer, i’ll see you around, yeah?” 

“yeah.. yeah i’d like that.” he watches rowan walk away, and suddenly two bodies are next to him, patting his back.

“oooo, rowan and spider sitting in a tree-” dustin starts.

“fuck off.” spider shrugs him off and gives him the finger, before laughing and going back to talking with other people.

soon, the group gets bigger and the music is louder, people are dancing and it’s like an actual party. rowan sees cash out of the corner of their eye. “hey!” they smile, giving him a friendly hug, before whispering in his ear. “you got anything?”

“obviously.” he rolls his eyes, pulls out a small tin and passes it over to rowan. they open it and take a few edibles. “so, hows the spider thing going?”

“hmm it’s better.” they shrugged. “he gave me an actual apology and we hugged.”

“he apologized to you? holy, what have you done to spider.” cash snickers. rowan takes his hand and sits on the hill with him. 

“you think he could like me back?” 

“you’re joking right. it feels like it’s obvious.” rowan looks surprised. “he’s always looking at you during classes, and he’s so friendly to you.” rowan thinks for a moment. 

“there’s no way, he’s literally an asshole to me half the time.”

“because he likes you!” cash exclaims, fed up with having to explain it over and over.

“but-”

“rowan!! stop talking to mr eshay, and come have fun!!” rowan gave a smile that looked more like a grimace to say ‘sorry’. suddenly they were being pulled away by ant, and dragged onto the dance floor. 

“woo!” they exclaimed, dancing their heart out. “this is awesome!” the music was loud, and it just took control of them, everything was floating away. they slowly turned the other way to dance into more people, seeing quinni and darren. 

“hell yeah! how you guys liking the party?” rowan asked, before they started jumping up and down to the beat of the music. 

“it’s sick!” darren says, grooving. 

“very loud.. but i confronted spider about my lazy kebab flaps!” quinni grinned, making rowan chuckle. 

“awesome!” the sky got darker, and eventually it was only the city lights and buildings keeping the party a lit.

it felt like seconds, but in reality it was minutes of dancing, minutes of thrashing around, hair whipping, and bouncing, and soon rowan began getting tired, and the effects of the alcohol really started hitting. the dance moves got sloppy, and rowan, dizzy. 

they felt a hand on their waist, almost as support. “aaa helpp” they slurred, pushing off the hand not knowing who it was. they felt the person get closer, and felt something by their ear. 

“rowan” 

spider.

“rowan, hey it’s me, i think it’s time to get you home.” he said softly, very gently attempting to drag them away from the dance floor. 

“nooo, dancing..” they mumbled

“rowan, hey, you can barely stand, okay? if you don’t want to go home, atleast drink some water.” he handed them a plastic water bottle. 

“need. need to sit down.” they said, before dramatically plopping onto the ground in the middle of the dance floor, people surrounding them with dance. it was almost like they were the only two present.

he snickered at them. “too much to drink?”

“maybe..” they leaned onto him for support, clinging to his orange overshirt, for warmth.

“you cold?” rowan nodded to the question. “i know it’s not much but here.” he passes over the shirt before realizing they can’t do it themself. he moves positions to help put it on for them. “there.” he smiles.

“spence.. i..” they, and everyone else at the party was cut off by police sirens in the distance, and quickly there was cars pulling up. 

“cops! cops!” ant shouted.

“oh fuck.” they screamed, holding onto spider as he got up.

“a bit shit that we’re littering.” sasha squeaks. 

everyone split up except for spencer, rowan, ant, dusty, sasha and harper.

“fuck, fuck, fuck.” rowan muttered, running as fast as possible.

“oi get back here!”

they ran towards a large gate. it was triple the height of any of them, spider was about to jump but looked towards rowan. he got down, and grabbed their waist, suspending them over the gate. of course being incredibly drunk, they don’t stick their landing and they end up fucking their ankle up.

they swore out of pain and started limping, spider threw himself over the gate and held rowan up. “i’m so sorry, are you okay?” he asks, holding their head.

“little ouchie, my ankles fucked, you should run, i can hide behind a bush or something.” they suggested. 

“what, fuck no.” spider scoffed, before pausing to think. “can i carry you?” he asked, looking into their eyes.

“get back here!” a cop shouted, getting closer to the gate.

“yes, yes, hurry!” they shrieked. and soon enough they were in spiders arms, as he ran. it was a wild feeling, being held by him like this, being held so tightly.

“thank you spider.” they spoke, muffled into his chest as he ran. 

“don’t worry about it ro.” he smiled, it was crazy, feeling them curl up in his arms. 

“fuck!” they heard a cop shout, stuck behind the gate. 

after about 10 minutes, he had stopped sprinting, and was now carrying them back to his place, knowing how far theirs were. “you okay?” he wondered.

“mhms.” 

he gushed at them, they were so cute. 

once he got to his house, he quietly rushed upstairs, hiding them from anyone in the house. he set them on his bed. “i’ll make a bed on the floor, you stay comfy up there, alright?”

“noo, please stay with me.” they beg, pouting. “don’t wanna be alone.”

spider sighs, shuffling into the bed and putting an arm around them. he watched as they fell asleep, cuddling into his chest. “god, i love you.” he mumbled, pulling them closer.

“m love you too.” they mumble back.

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