#quinn hughes x ofc
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I can't belive you're here. - Quinn Hughes x ofc
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Title: I can't believe you're here.
Author: Tory / @tkwrites
Relationship: Quinn Hughes x Sarah Roberts
Warnings: Unprotected sex - p in v (wrap it up unless you’re in a consenting relationship!), Captain kink unlocked, oral & fingering (f receiving), squirting, swearing, surprise visit, if I missed anything, please let me know.
Summary: After a very long time apart due to bad timing, Sarah surprises Quinn on the road. Wearing his jersey, she fulfills one of his long harbored fantasies. The night just gets better when he sees what she has on underneath.
Word Count: 6,000
Comments:
Hoo boy. This is by far the most depraved thing I’ve written. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
If you did enjoy it, please let me know! Your comments and questions inspire me to keep writing!
To the lovely anon who requested this: I hope it lives up to your expectations. I had so much fun writing it.
Anonymous asked:
'In some ways, he’d love to see his name across her back, but not at a game.'
Ohhh, I'd love to see something about this in the future. Later on in their relationship, he's on a roadie and not seen Sarah for 4 weeks due to it and some study trip prior. He has just played either Brady or his brothers who noticed he's really down and missing her, they call Sarah and organise to fly her to his next destination to suprise him after the game. She's waiting in his hotel room, wearing nothing but his jersey to cheer him up after a loss 😉
Or a more wholesome storyline of her first WAG jacket or something aha
Absolutely love all your pieces and can't wait to continue reading of their universe xx
I can't believe you're here.
A Quinn & Sarah Snapshot
Fatigue and failure were deep in his bones as he walked into the hotel.
Logically, Quinn knew winning streaks always come to an end. It was impossible to have a perfect 82 game season. No one had ever come close to that.
It didn't matter how much he tried to reason, it still felt like shit to be on the receiving end of a shut out after two straight losses.
The fact that they were still on the road didn’t help. The fourteen day trek away from home was always terrible, no matter when it fell in the season, but having it come right after Sarah had to be at a conference was torture. It meant he hadn’t seen her in over 12 days.
It was terrible timing. The day after he got back from the six day Midwest road trip, she left for a seven day ocean conservation conference in Costa Rica. She got back two days after he had to leave again.
It had been nineteen long days since he'd seen her for more than twenty four hours.
They talked and sent messages and photos, but it wasn’t the same as talking face to face and kissing her and feeling her skin and smelling her perfume.
He’d learned from the past and brought her pillowcase with him, but even that was beginning to smell less and less like her.
He only had to get through three more games and five and a half more days before he'd be back home and in her arms.
One of the team assistants ran up to him in the lobby, “Hughes,” he said, a little breathless, “they changed your room.”
“What?” he asked, trying to pull himself from his misery and back to the present.
“They had to change your room. Something about the heater being broken,” Sean said.
“Okay. Petey still with me?”
“No, they had to separate you,” Sean forced the key into his hand as they stepped on the elevator, “I already moved your bags.”
He’d slept four quick hours in a room that felt perfectly fine before heading to the pre-game meeting and meal. He couldn’t remember if he’d left his stuff all over the bathroom counter. Hopefully, Sean didn’t have to go through too much trouble. Quinn definitely owed him dinner.
The room was dark when he walked in. And it smelled like… it smelled like Sarah’s smoky vanilla perfume.
Fuck. He missed her so much, his mind was playing tricks on him.
At least he would have a room to himself, and could call her in peace without the threat of Petey listening in. They could probably even get some phone sex in, which hadn’t happened for far too long.
Then, he would get a full night's sleep before their flight to Chicago. That, in itself, was a rare luxury he was outrageously thankful for.
When he flipped on the light, the first thing he noticed was the king size bed. The bedspread was mussed, as if someone had been lying on it. Strange for any hotel, but especially one this nice. Rooms he came into often looked so pristine, it was as if no one had ever stepped foot in them before.
He pushed the worry out of his mind and started toward the bathroom.
“Hey.”
Great, now he was hallucinating. It sounded like Sarah was right behind him. He must be more tired than he thought.
“Quinn?”
He stopped dead in his tracks, backpack nearly slipping to the floor. If he turned and she wasn’t here, he didn’t know what he’d do.
A touch grazed his shoulder, and a strong whiff of her perfume made his knees shake. “Sarah?” he asked, hoping against hope. Why would she be here?
“Yeah,” she said.
He turned and felt a strange, strangled sort of gasp escape his throat.
Sarah was in his hotel room. She was here. She was in Boston. How was she here?
When his brain finally reconciled the fact that she was actually in front of him, he noticed she was wearing his flying skate jersey.
“I - how?”
She smiled softly, set his backpack aside and wrapped her arms around him.
His body caught on before his brain did, hugging her against him fiercely.
Coming home from her conference in Costa Rica, which had been lovely but incredibly socially exhausting, all Sarah had wanted was to fall into bed with Quinn. When she came home to a dark and empty house, it had been a rude reminder he was on the longest road trip of the year. The apartment felt too big without him in it, especially for so long.
“I missed you so much,” she said into his neck.
“How did you do this?” he finally asked.
He’d known other players' wives and girlfriends occasionally showed up on road trips, but generally, their partners always knew, and it was usually because they were close by one of their hometowns.
“Brady called me. He said you were so sad and not yourself on Wednesday, he wanted to do something. So he bought me a ticket and called Brock to get the schedule.”
He sniffed and she pulled back.
“Oh, Quinn,” she said upon seeing the tears pooled in his eyes.
“I’m just…” The shock of seeing her brought all his emotion up to the surface.
“I know,” she said, pulling him into her again, feeling a few tears slip down her own cheeks. It felt so good to hold him.
His mouth landed on her neck. It was a comforting thing to taste her skin as they embraced. He mumbled something against her.
“Sorry?” she asked, trying to pull away so she could see his face.
He didn’t want to let her go, not even for a second. Instead, he lifted his lips just enough so he could repeat, “I missed you so much.”
“I know Quinny,” she said, running her fingers into his hair. “I missed you, too, but I’m here now, and we have all night.”
His mouth was still on her neck, though he’d started moving with more intent, licking and kissing. The shock to his system was giving way to relief and desire.
Finally fed up with his teasing, Sarah took his jaw in her hands and forced his head up so she could kiss him.
He sighed into it, and found some way to pull her tighter against him.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew she was wearing his jersey, but the shock of her in his hotel room, seeing her face and her blue eyes and her lips - god her lips, he couldn't get enough of them - stole all of his brain power. Now, as his hands splayed across her back, feeling the numbers patched and stitched there, the reality of it hit him.
Forcing himself to break away so he could look at her, his knees threatened to buckle when he noticed she wasn’t wearing anything else - not that he could see anyway. The fabric hit her upper thigh, leaving much of her legs bare.
“I -” he tried to say something, but lost the words.
The idea of wearing his jersey came from Emma. Sarah thought it was cheesy, but Emma assured her he’d love it. She’d surprised Brady at the end of a roadtrip like that, and “I swear his brain, like, short-circuited or something. He just stood there, staring at me for like 30 seconds before he went wild.”
It didn’t surprise her Quinn didn’t have the same immediate reaction. He was so much quieter than Brady, and from what she could tell, they had a much more subdued relationship than the Tkachuks.
The way he was looking at her now, though - like she was the thing he'd been anxiously waiting for on Christmas morning - made it all worthwhile.
“I borrowed it, I hope that’s okay.”
“Yeah,” he breathed.
When they were apart, the mechanics of an orgasm could be there, but it just wasn't as good. It could never be. She missed feeling him: his skin, his breath, the rigid length of him inside her.
It wasn’t that she’d been hoping he’d ravish her right away (okay, maybe she had been, but she knew Quinn, and knew he would never react that way), but all this looking without any touching was getting out of hand. Impatience was pulling tight through her stomach. The prospect of finally feeling fulfilled was driving her crazy.
She needed to give him a little nudge.
Leaning in, she let her lips graze his ear, down to his jaw and then back. He made a soft, breathy noise, and she knew she almost had him.
Just one more push.
“How do you want me?” she asked, following it up with a slow, open mouthed kiss to the soft spot under his ear.
Blood rushed from his head so fast he felt dizzy.
“I want you to ride me in this,” he managed to say, fingering the stripes on the sleeve.
It was a fantasy he'd harbored since middle school, but had yet to experience. He'd asked his college girlfriend once, and she had scoffed, telling him it would get too hot, which he thought was a strange argument considering a jersey was designed to do the exact opposite.
Sarah didn’t acknowledge his request other than popping open the buttons of his shirt, one after the other. That set him into motion, tugging at his clothing. He couldn’t get it off fast enough.
Through a jumble of arms and hands, tangling in their effort to get him naked, they found themselves on the bed. Quinn flat on his back, breath heavy with anticipation, and Sarah astride him, trying to game plan her next move. She had on lingerie he’d never seen before and didn’t want it to go to waste, but he wanted her in the jersey, and she couldn’t take anything off without spoiling the surprise.
He grew impatient as she debated, shifting his hips up, trying to entice her onto him already. “Sarah,” he whined.
Finally, she decided to just move it to the side, and sink onto him. The stretch after so long was a pleasant burn.
His eyes rolled back, and his hips jumped, wanting to fill her more.
“How are you so wet?” he asked. They hadn’t kissed for that long. Usually, it took a little more to get her this soaked.
A wicked smile spread over her face, “I may have gotten myself off while I was waiting, thinking about finally seeing you again.”
“Fuck.”
She was a vision. Riding him after so long? Wearing his jersey? Confessing to touching herself in this bed thinking of and waiting for him? He was the luckiest man on the planet.
She pitched forward to get the right angle, and moaned, loud and earnest. Good thing they moved him two floors up from the team.
He tried to brace himself, but the fantasy of it, of her being here and wearing his jersey - the golden C winking at him, reminding him of all the work he'd done to get here - knowing his name was on her back made him groan out loud. His restraint stretched until it was paper thin.
His hands explored under the jersey only to feel something smooth tied at her hip and lace at her ribcage.
He coughed, “are you wearing lingerie?”
“Just for you,” she said, meeting his heated gaze with a coy smile.
He didn’t think this could get any better. Now, his mind was wild with possibilities.
“Come for me and I'll show you.”
Holy shit.
The little control he had snapped and he flooded her with a loud groan of her name.
Sarah's hands traced his arms, entwining their fingers before guiding them to rest on either side of his head as she leaned forward to kiss him.
His chest pressed into hers, catching the scratchy logo on his jersey as he tried to catch his breath. “You’re incredible, you know that?”
Shaking her head, she pushed herself off of him to go to the bathroom. She needed to clean up and readjust before the next part of her plan could move forward.
He lay there and tried to wrap his mind around what had just happened. It was almost too fast for him to remember the way he wanted. The bathroom door opened, and he looked over.
“Alright, captain,” she said, leaning on the door frame. She felt incredibly silly, but relished the way his eyes widened at the nickname, “are you ready to see what I have for you?”
Oh God.
He nodded, though he wasn’t sure how he could possibly be prepared for what was coming.
“Do you want to, or should I?” she asked, fiddling with the hem of his jersey, exposing the little heart tattooed on her thigh.
“You can.” His voice squeaked a little as he said it, and he blushed.
Being sexy wasn’t really in her forte, but Sarah tried her best. Lifting the jersey over her head, she thought briefly about tossing it in his face. Deciding that was a step too far, she let it fall to the floor.
Quinn gaped.
Most of the time, Sarah wore cotton briefs - occasionally she switched them for lace or a thong, but this was something totally different than what he was used to seeing her in.
For one, the matching set was so sheer, he could see her nipples through the swirling pattern of the black lace. Then, there was the fact that it was obviously made to be removed. The bra tied in front and her underwear tied at the hips, each with a silky black ribbon, like she was a gift for him to unwrap.
His mind ran away with the thought of tugging the bow on her bra undone with his teeth.
When she did a little twirl so he could see the back, the breath knocked out of his lungs. She looked so damn good, she might just kill him. His heart might just explode.
“What do you think?” she asked, walking closer. She could already see how much he liked it in his wide eyes and panting mouth, but she wanted to hear him say it.
“I -” He didn't know it was possible to get hard so soon after coming.
“Do you like it, Captain?”
His breathing hitched. He never thought he'd have a captain kink, but hearing the title come out of her mouth while she was wearing that? He might just develop one.
Adjusting the bows at her hips so they sat more naturally, Sarah looked at him and repeated, “do you like it, Quinn?”
“Fuck,” he breathed. “Yes. I love it.”
She smiled and climbed onto the bed then straddled him. His hands went to her waist of their own volition.
Her hips ground down.
“You can’t do that,” he said, teeth gritted as he forced the words over a moan. The soft texture of the lace against his cock was incredible.
“What?”
“You can’t ride me again. I won’t last and you haven’t come yet.”
She leaned down so her mouth was inches from his, her breath making him hyper aware of his own mouth and how much he wanted it on her.
“And what are you going to do about that, Captain Hughes?”
He topped her so fast that Sarah grunted and let out a little giggle when her back slammed into the mattress.
“Sorry,” he breathed, only half meaning it as he planted a wet kiss at the base of her throat. He moved down her chest, following the outline of her bra with his mouth. He almost made good on his fantasy of biting it open, but held off. He wanted to watch her fall apart with it on.
“What were you thinking about when you were getting yourself off?” he asked, kissing over her tattoo.
“You,” she panted.
“And what were you imagining me doing?”
She whined.
“What was I doing, Sarah?” he asked, lifting his mouth from where he’d just kissed down to the band of her panties.
“You were eating me out,” she confessed, a blush rising high on her cheeks.
Sometimes, he wished she would have told him how much she fantasized about and enjoyed oral sex before the first time he’d done it. There were four solid months he could have been pleasing her he would never get back.
He smirked a little, “is that what you want now?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?” he asked, tracing his fingers up and down her thighs.
“Yes, Quinn.”
He tutted, “Yes, what?” he asked as his lips went to her inner thigh.
The bolt of electricity that fractured up her spine tipped her voice into a high, breathy whimper.
When she didn’t answer, he repeated the question again, ghosting his fingers against the lace of her panties.
Her hips jumped. “Yes, Captain.”
Oh, it was definitely a kink now. He couldn’t get over the sound of it coming out of her mouth.
He made a satisfied noise and hooked two fingers under the lace gusset, pulling it away from her experimentally. The ties pulled taught, but didn't seem to want to slide over her hips. He tugged again, a little harder.
Flinging a hand down, Sarah grasped the band, “you're going to rip them.”
“I'll buy you more,” he said, almost off handedly, still pulling.
“Quinn, that's not the point. Please don't.”
The pulling stopped, and he pulled back to look into her face. “Okay. I'm sorry.”
Her face melted into a smile, “thank you.” She reached down to ease the ties over her hips.
“No,” he breathed.
Her eyes snapped to his, questioning.
Before she could ask what he wanted instead, he was knocking her hand away and licking one of the ribbons at her left hip into his mouth.
He pulled it away from her with his teeth, eyes growing darker when the bow unraveled and the pieces fell apart.
Taking his time to kiss and lick his way to the other tie, he repeated the action, and groaned when it also untied so easily.
He pulled on the whole thing and flung the garment away. It sailed somewhere across the room, ties flailing.
Sarah bought this set because it was cute and sort of reminiscent of her black bikini he liked so much. She didn't realize what a fetish he would have for the bows.
Settling back between her legs, she whined as he parted her lips and blew on her hot core. Shivers ran up her spine and down to all her fingers and toes.
“What were you thinking about?”
“What do you mean?”
“When you were touching yourself, what were you thinking about me doing?”
“You were eating me out,” she repeated, confused.
His laugh chuffed a burst of hot air against her that had her squirming.
“I mean how. What exactly was I doing?
“You want me to describe it to you?”
“I want to do it for you,” he confessed, voice gravelly.
She made a little squeaking noise that told him how much that idea excited her.
“Tell me how you want me to touch you,” he said before he leaned in to press his tongue against her, just to feel her twitch.
Something inside her broke. Even though she felt depraved at the very thought of telling him this, it was too late to go back. The possibility of feeling it had taken over her body and wouldn’t let it go.
“You had your fingers on my g-spot,” she breathed.
“How many?”
She squirmed again.
“How many, Sarah?” he repeated, circling her entrance, enthralled at the way she flexed.
“Two.” Her mind made her continue and she squeaked, “then three.”
His eyes widened and shot to hers. “Will they fit?”
She nodded. “If you get me off first, they should.”
His eyes were blown dark and full of mischief when he glanced down then back up to meet hers again. “And how was I using my mouth?”
She moaned out loud just thinking about it. “You were doing that suck and flick thing with your tongue.”
He had no idea what she meant.
He'd done it before: the night they'd been eliminated from the finals last season, but she couldn't very well bring that up. I want you to eat me out the way you did when you'd had one of the worst nights of your career? There was no way. Maybe if she demonstrated...
“I can show you,” she said, grasping one of his shoulders, “I need a part of you.”
He toyed for a moment with the idea of presenting her his dick, but if he did that, he wouldn’t want to stop feeling her mouth, which defeated the whole purpose of this. Instead, he crawled over her and tipped his head to expose the column of his throat.
His eyes rolled back as her open mouth connected with his hypersensitive skin. She ran her tongue over his pulse, following it with her bottom lip, before ending with suction, and a flick with the tip of her tongue.
Moaning, he ground against her hot center when she did it again and again.
He wrenched himself away before he could follow through with his desires to sheath himself and take her any way she would let him.
Settling back onto his stomach, he shook his head to get back into the right frame of mind before leveling his gaze with her perfect, pretty pearl again.
He tried to follow the movement of her mouth, and her hips jumped at the feeling.
“Quinn,” she whined as he eased two fingers into her, curling them against that sensitive spot. “Oh my god.”
He continued on. She could feel the movement of his chin, up and down and in and out with each pass of his tongue.
“Harder,” she begged.
He dug his fingers into her soft spot even more.
Throwing her head back, she moaned loudly. “Oh my god, Quinn. Just like that. Don't stop. Please don't stop.”
Like he would ever stop when she was at his mercy like this. Grinding into the mattress, he continued on, moaning at the way her body undulated as she moved with him.
She let out a gasping noise as if someone had forced all the air out of her in one swift hit. Her core began to pulse around his fingers, trying to suck them deeper inside her.
Tipping her chin back, Sarah sighed as wave after soft wave of pleasure crashed over her.
When she stopped contracting so tightly, he waited until one of her aftershocks passed to work another finger into her.
Her voice echoed around the hotel room as she cried out.
He said a silent prayer of thanks to whoever had the wherewithal to separate them from the team. There was no way he wanted anyone, let alone someone who knew them, to overhear this.
“So good, Quinn,” she croaked out. “Feels so full.”
He continued kissing her bundle of nerves the way she wanted, pausing every few passes to suck a little more intensely.
A surge of pleasure coiled low in her belly, winding tighter and tighter until every breath ended in a moan. She felt so full and stretched open. So… Alive. All other thoughts fell out of her brain except Quinn and his silver tongue and wicked fingers.
Feeling as if she might just shatter to pieces if she didn't get some relief, Sarah moaned and panted and begged, “please, Quinn. Please.”
She had no idea what she was asking for, but the waves of pleasure kept coming and coming until it was winding up her spine and pulling so tight, she thought it might just wrench every vertebrae apart and fill each gap with the soft promise of her impending release.
He could feel her high building and kept urging her up the slope. Anxious for her summit, he sealed his mouth to her, milking her clit like her orgasm might just satiate his hunger.
“Quinn,” she gasped, spine arching as her hands abandoned her nipples and rummaged for some way to ground herself. One ended up in his hair, and the other fisted into the bedspread. “Oh my god. I think I'm gonna…”
Her voice dissolved into a noise he'd never heard her make as her muscles locked around his fingers. He forced them to continue, working through her orgasm.
Quite suddenly, as pleasure whirled through her veins, a feeling, intense and ferocious, swelled within her.
As a tsunami of white-hot ecstasy crashed over her, he unlocked a space deep within her she didn't even know existed.
“Oh, fuck! Quinn!”
Something molten erupted in her belly like a long dormant volcano.
Vaguely, she heard him groan as if every fantasy he'd ever had was being fulfilled.
Though he knew women could, he’d never seen it in person, never even imagined what feeling her release gush over his hand would be like.
Sometime last season, Beauvillier had gone on and on about making his girl squirt, and Quinn remembered wishing he would keep it to himself. He didn't want to think about that every time he saw them together.
Now, having experienced it first hand, he understood why Tito wanted to tell everyone he knew.
Pleasure continued to ripple through her. No high had ever gone on this long. It eased away the tension that had knotted up in her body, until all at once, sensitivity and overstimulation set in.
“Too much, too much,” she croaked, trying to squirm away from his touch.
He’d been so mesmerized watching her face, he hadn't realized his fingers were still moving. They uncoiled and stilled, and she melted into the mattress as a sigh melted from her lips.
Her chest rose and fell steeply, the tie of her bra pulling taught with every heavy inhale, making the cups ride up the swell of her breasts. God, she was so beautiful.
It took quite a while for her to come down. He gently eased his fingers out only after she stopped pulsing.
A whine escaped her throat at the sudden emptiness.
Slowly coming back to herself, Sarah registered something wet underneath her.
“Oh my god,” she breathed. “Did I -” her eyes darted to his as her face flushed with the reality of what had just happened, “did you make me squirt?”
“Yeah," he said, crawling over her again, "and it was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen in my life.”
The embarrassment she felt at making such a mess ebbed away with his confession.
“No one's ever done that to me before. I haven't even been able to.”
A look of immense pride took over his face. “Did you like it? I mean, it seemed like you liked it.”
She nodded, “I've never felt anything like it.”
He brought his lips to hers, and the taste of herself on his tongue made her passion throb to life again.
“Well, Captain,” she said a little while later, smiling at the way his jaw slackened and eyelids grew heavy at the title. “I think I've got one more round in me. What do you want?”
He twitched against her.
“I just want you,” he brought his mouth to her neck. “Want to feel you come on my cock,” he murmured into her skin.
“I think we can arrange for that,” she said, fingers winding into his hair.
Bracing up on his elbows, his gaze fell to her bra.
Instead of using his mouth, he twirled one of the ribbons around his finger and pulled gently to ease the bow undone. It fell apart, revealing a knot in the middle.
“It kept coming undone,” Sarah confessed, hands coming up to help him with the knot, which had pulled incredibly tight amidst her heavy breathing and writhing around.
“I think it's stuck. I can't get it out while it's on me, anyway,” she said, raising her arms above her head. “Here.”
At least he'd been able to remove her bottoms the way he wanted. He eased the lace over the swell of her breasts and helped her lift it off.
He made love to her the way he did whenever he got home from a long time away - earnestly and full of wonder, compliments falling from his lips like raindrops, as if they didn’t cost a thing.
“Fuck, Sarah, you feel so good.”
“I can't believe you're mine.”
“You're so pretty. I can't stop looking at you.”
“God, I'm so lucky.”
They didn’t cost him anything, but they made Sarah feel like she was worth a million dollars.
“I love that sound,” he murmured when she gasped in pleasure and followed it with a low moan.
As he drove into her again and again, he shuttered and moaned, feeling like she was going to shatter him into a million little pieces
He'd been hot all night. A sheen of sweat had spread over his skin as soon as she'd climbed on top of him in his jersey. The prospect of a fantasy being fulfilled sending his body into a frenzy. Working her up to that intense high hadn't been a walk in the park either. He'd been on edge and so focused. Now, he felt like his body was on fire.
She felt and sounded and looked so good. He couldn't think of anything but her.
When she tipped her face to the side with a loud moan, he attacked her jaw and neck with his lips, desperate to taste her again.
She was here. She was in Boston. She was here, in his hotel, in Boston. He just made her squirt, and he didn't have to be down to the bus until 10 the next morning. He must have been doing something right.
When he felt her fall apart around his cock, he breathed through it and hung on for dear life, twitching with the bliss of it.
Coming down from her high, Sarah was mesmerized by him. The defined set of his jaw, the sweaty sheen to his skin, how his curls fell over his forehead.
“You're so handsome, Quinn.”
She knew he was holding on, hoping to urge another high from her, but she didn't have one to give him. It was time to send him over the edge.
Propping up on her elbows, she traced her mouth along his jaw up to his ear. He let out a panicked little whimper.
“Want to feel you,” she whispered. "Want you to fill me up."
His hips stuttered.
“Come for me, Captain.”
White spots blipped in his vision and he had no choice but to obey.
Her name fell from his mouth like a prayer as she pulled him over the edge.
When they walked back in the room after showering, Sarah realized just how much of a mess she'd made of the bed. There was no way they could sleep in it as it was.
“Oh no.”
“What?” Quinn asked, lowering the towel he was running over his hair.
“We need new sheets and housekeeping is going to know exactly what we've been doing.”
“No they won't.”
She pointed to the bed, “you want to tell me they're not going to know we weren't just having sex?”
He laughed, “fine. So they might know. What does it matter? It's not like we know any of them.”
“It's so embarrassing.”
“What is? That your boyfriend made you come so hard you squirted?”
“No,” she was blushing though, “I mean…no. That was amazing.”
“So what's the worry?”
“I just…I don't want anyone else to see.”
He laughed, “that's fair. I can just ask them to bring some extra bedding. No one has to come into the room.”
She nodded, “okay.”
He called the desk, and despite his insistence he would prefer to make the bed himself, the hotel sent someone up anyway.
Sarah folded the comforter before hiding in the bathroom.
Quinn noticed the housekeeper's eyes lingering in one corner of the room. When he glanced over, he saw Sarah’s panties from where he'd thrown them, ties scrawled over the carpet like calligraphy strokes. So much for being discreet.
After giving the woman a tip, he tucked them in Sarah's suitcase before letting her know the coast was clear.
As they settled into bed, Quinn relished holding her close.
Before sleep could overtake her completely, Sarah needed to set something straight.
“I hope you know that Captain thing is only for special occasions. There is no way I'm calling you Captain all the time.”
“That’s fine,” he said, laughing. “Makes it more special when you do.”
“To be fair, I didn’t expect you to like it so much,” she said.
She’d called him Captain as a kind of joke, and half expected him to tell her not to do it again. Quinn didn’t even like pet names. She vividly remembered the way he grimaced the first (and last) time she called him baby.
He ran his fingers through her soft hair. “I don’t know that I would have either. I’ve never had that happen before. You said it, and it went straight to my dick. I think your lingerie had something to do with that.”
She propped herself up on an elbow. “You liked the lingerie?” she teased, full well knowing the answer.
He scoffed, “I'm going to dream about it for the rest of this damn road trip.”
Giggling, she leaned down to kiss him. “Maybe I'll have it on when you get home,” she said against his mouth.
He groaned, “don't joke about that.”
“Why not? Wouldn't it give you something to look forward to?”
“I always look forward to coming home to you.”
She looked down at him for a long time, memorizing the love in his eyes. “I love you, Captain Hughes,” she said before lowering her mouth to his to tell him that way too.
“Tease,” he chided when she pulled away.
She smiled and settled back, laying her head on his chest.
“I love you, too,” he whispered into her hair before they fell asleep. “I can't believe you're here.”
The next morning, Sarah put his jersey back on and put his morning hard on to good use - slower this time so he could remember it properly.
After room service breakfast and a very steamy shower, he walked her down to the lobby to catch her car to the airport.
“I love you,” he said, kissing her forehead.
“I love you too.”
“Thank you for coming.”
“You're welcome. You should really be thanking Brady, though.”
He watched her pull away before heading back to his room to pack his bag.
On the elevator ride, Quinn did just as Sarah suggested.
Love you man. I owe you big time.
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ꔫ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ V-day with Pookie — Stella Hughes AU!
au masterlist — you can find asks under #💌stellahughes!
°. — asks about stella and rut are under #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨🩷୧˚ stella & rut!
°. — pairings ( Estella Hughes oc! X Rutger McGroarty )
°. — summary ( valentines posts with our favorite couple )
˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( I didn’t plan to make this but I decided too last minute . . . Hope you guys like it !!! Please don’t be a silent reader and let me know what you guys think !!! )
°. — ( feel free to send any requests of things you would like to see in this series, or if you just want to share some thoughts! I would absolutely love that! Please comment if you would like to be added to the tag list! )
stellahughes added to their story!
🎵 hey lover - the daughters of eve
[caption: my lover boy 🌷🌷]
rutgermcgroarty replied to your story ‘My lover girl 🩷’
carmenbarlowe replied to your story ‘MARRY HIM NOW ‼️’
_quinnhughes reacted with ❤️
lhughes_06 reacted with 🤢
lilybaileys replied to your story ‘YOU GUYS R SO FUCKING TN 🤭’
rutgermcgroarty added to their story!
🎵 she chose me - Bruno major
[caption: v-day with the most beautiful girl 🩷]
stellahughes replied to your story ‘I love you so much rut 💞’
lilybaileys replied to your story ‘ wow my gf is so pretty 🤩 ‘
g.brindley4 replied to your story ‘simppp’
lhughes_06 reacted with 👎🏻
carmenbarlowe replied to your story ‘MARRY HER OR I WILL 🔫’
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stellahughes; melting when he smiles <333
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username Umm since when??
username have you been living under a rock…
username UMM WHAT IF I HAVE ?!?!
username ACTUALLY THE CUTEST COUPLE EVER
username I thought Stella was dating Ethan?
username I thought she was dating Trevor tbh 🤷♀️
username THE OUTFIT OMG ???
username I KNOW RIGHT SHES SO ICONIC
markestapa happy v-day pookie 🤪
stellahughes happy v-day pookie 🤓
username HELLO??
rutgermcgroarty I love you so much pretty girl 💞
stellahughes I love you so much more love bug 🩷
username IM SO SINGLE FUCK
lhughes_06 Ig you guys are kinda cute…
rutgermcgroarty I always knew you loved us 🫶🏻
lhughes_06 US?! I love Stella, my sister, the sister your dating…
rutgermcgroarty Is it too early to call you brother in law? 😃
jackhughes YES RUTGER ITS TO EARLY 🚫
lilybaileys Those cupcakes were delicious (happy v-day sexy)
stellahughes WERE?!?! THERES STILL SOME LEFT RIGHT?!?! (Happy v-day sexy)
lilybaileys hahah soo . . .
carmenbarlowe OMG THE STUFFIES HUGGING
stellahughes I KNOW RIGHT?!?! THEY EVEN HAVE NAMES
carmenbarlowe THEY HAVE NAMES ?!?! SOSO CUTE
username he’s so fine it hurts
username I LOVE STELLAS OBSESSION WITH BOWS SM 🎀
jamie.drysdale Happy Valentine’s stella ❤️
stellahughes Happy Valentines jams 💞
username i love this friendship sm
_quinnhughes Happy Valentine’s sis, hope you have a great day, did you receive them yet?
stellahughes QUINN OMG I LOVE THEM 💐💐
username stoppp he got her flowers 😭
jackhughes the flowers I definitely sent you will be there tomorrow…haha problem with shipping yk?
stellahughes uh huh yeah ofc
lhughes_06 @/jackhughes they don’t ship flowers you idiot
jackhughes I don’t see you getting her flowers you snitch @/lhughes_06
stellahughes He got me chocolate and 3 books…
jackhughes oh!
nicohischier Happy valentines Estella ❣️
stellahughes AHHHHEHEUDJDJ HAPPY VALENTINES SHEJDBDJ I LOVE YOU !!!!! 💕🩷❤️❣️💞
username Shes so real for that
tatemcrae happy v-days wifey 😽
stellahughes happy v-days bbg 😚
username 3some please ?
trevorzegras HAPPY LOVE DAY LITTLE HUGHES I LOVEEE YOUU
stellahughes Are you High ?
trevorzegras HIGH ON LOVE ☁️
colecaufield he’s lost his bf, broke his ankle…poor bud has gone delulu
trevorzegras YOUR WORDS DONT HURT ME @/colecaufield
stellahughes Poor bud . . . I love you too trev 🫶🏻
colecaufield still can’t believe you have a bf…
stellahughes still can’t believe ur still single…oh wait I can ☺️
colecaufield sassy girl apocalypse I see 😒…. Stay safe y’all
username she’s just using rut…he deserves sm better
username you can just tell by his body Language that he hates her
username she’s such a slut, look how she dresses?
username Hope you had a great day!!! 🩷
stellahughes Thank you lovely same to you!!! 💞
mollyannmcg no way you cropped me out bbg
stellahughes sorry babe I just couldn’t focus on anything but you 😔
rutgermcgroarty UM WTF GO AWAY MOLLY?!?!
edwards.73 YOU ARE MY CHURCH, YOU ARE MY PLACE OF WORSHIP
stellahughes I heard you’re the plug can I be the circuit?
edwards.73 Bestie where is the energy . . .
stellahughes WHEN I GOT COURT, I HOPE THAT YOU’RE THE VERDICT !!!!
edwards.73 NOW THATS MORE LIKE IT 😎
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🎵 something about you - eyedress (ft. Dent May)
rutgermcgroarty; the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen
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username SHES SO PRETTY
username OMG THE SONG
username where do I get a Stella?
rutgermcgroarty sorry, it’s impossible there’s no one like her
lilybaileys AHH LOOK AT HER she’s so perfect 🥹
carmenbarlowe she’s so grown up, we raised her so well 😭
_quinnhughes who’s we???
luca.fantilli favorite couple 🫶🏻
rutgermcgroarty our favorite 3 🫶🏻
lhughes_06 3?
stellahughes HE MEANS OUR FAVORITE 3RD WHEEL
lhughes_06 Ohhh makes sense, haha loser @/luca.fantilli
markestapa pookie I love the glasses 🤠
stellahughes thanks I stole them from Ethan 👹
stellahughes STOP OMG THE SONG?!?! RUT ILYSM
stellahughes SOBS VIOLENTLY
stellahughes but why that picture baby? 😕
rutgermcgroarty my cute little bbg 👽
edwards.73 STELLA IS SO CUTE IM GOING TO SQEEZE HER
edwards.73 now wait a minute… 🤓
edwards.73 Stella girly, my bestie….those are my glasses.
rutgermcgroarty she told me to tell you, that’s she’s mentally flipping you off rn 🤗
adamfantilli stells rockin the glasses ‼️
stellahughes Can’t spell iconic without me 😙
lhughes_06 I don’t think that’s how it works?
adamfantilli can’t spell fucking buzzkill without Luke 😒
stellahughes always gotta ruin our fun ☹️
username what does he even see in her? 😐
rutgermcgroarty My future.
username I saw them today at this dinner and omg he’s so sweet to her
username AHHHHHH
dylanduke25 not Stella doing a face mask without me…
stellahughes Close your eyes, shut your mouth. dream a dream and get us out
tyler__duke5 dream dream dream dream dream dream 🤖
dylanduke25 Actually can’t stand the two of you.
elblue6 Thank you for the lovely flowers you sent rut 💙
rutgermcgroarty ofc mama Hughes 💙
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entersteller; how quickly can you take your clothes off pop quiz ??
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📍 rutgermcgroarty it was a new personal best if I do say so myself
entersteller wanna celebrate the new pb? 😌
rutgermcgroarty I’ll get the camera
mollyannmcg NAHH WTF
lhughes_06 Nahh wtf is this
lhughes_06 No one wants to see this.
lhughes_06 DELETE PLEASE DELETE ❌
carmenbarlowe that’s my shade . . . did you take my lipstick 😐
lilybaileys I don’t think you want it back minns 😧
lilybaileys HEHEHE I WAS SO RIGHT 🤭
entersteller sososo right, very right, right multiple times 🤭
lilybaileys OKAY BBG DAMN CALM DOWN 😮
luca.fantilli okay fridge I see you
trevorzegras so like I didn’t need to see this 👍🏻
colecaufield STELLA UR LIKE 12 ????
markestapa pookie this is not the content I subscribed for 😦
edwards.73 the r necklace really pulls this all together…
_quinnhughes I am not buying you film anymore.
_quinnhughes really debating on why I accepted the follow for this account.
_quinnhughes stella please think before posting. Thanks.
jackhughes MY EYES WTF
jackhughes ESTELLA HUGHES
jackhughes ESTELLA HUGHES DELETE THIS RIGHT NOW ‼️
jackhughes 🤢🤢
jackhughes WHY IS SHE NOT RESPONDING ⁉️⁉️
colecaufield I don’t think you wanna know…
trevorzegras there totally fucking
jackhughes what the fuck @/trevorzegras
_quinnhughes what the fuck @/trevorzegras
lhughes_06 what the fuck @/trevorzegras
colecaufield what the fuck @/trevorzegras
_alexturcotte what the fuck @/trevorzegras
tatemcrae me next 😩
entersteller just tell me the time and place 💋
jackhughes DONT IGNORE ME ESTELLA ‼️
˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( Happy late Valentine’s Day !!! 🩷🌷omg this took me forever I’m gonna cry PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK )
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Trevor Zegras x Hughes!reader
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ynhughes guess the song
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user1 life is a highway
jackhughes we ignoring the elephant in the room?
ynhughes elephant?
jackhughes idk maybe like who’s arms are those?
ynhughes Luke’s?
lhughes_06 not mine, can confirm
ynhughes Luke wtf you’re my least favorite
jackhughes so an answer??
ynhughes no ❤️
nicohischier that’s a nice car I wonder whose it is
ynhughes thanks for letting me borrow it 🤠
jackhughes ARE YOU TWO DATING
ynhughes WHAT!? NO!
nicohischier besties use each other’s cars jack
jackhughes I’ll kill you both, don’t think I will
ynhughes you def won’t
nicohischier all bark no bite
jamie.drysdale is it one I can play on guitar?
ynhughes Jamie, honey, there’s like one song you play
trevorzegras hey he got it up to 3 and a half actually
jamie.drysdale it’s actually just 3. I forgot the half of the other one 😔
trevorzegras knowing you, something country
ynhughes damn right 🤠
_quinnhughes not sure whether to be like Jack or keep my mouth shut
ynhughes I vote second!
_quinnhughes 🤐
ynhughes and this my Quinn is why I love you most
lhughes_06 your other brothers are here yn 🙄
ynhughes then go away!
tysmith_6 anyone guess the song yet
ynhughes no, they’re all worked up about the mystery arms 🤷🏼♀️
tysmith_6 okay well was it Last Night by Morgan Wallen
ynhughes HOLY SHIT IT ACTUALLY WAS TY
tysmith_6 SHUT UP
ynhughes ty I swear on everything holy omg
ynhughes we just became best friends
user2 do we think it’s a hockey player?
user3 yes
jackhughes better not be
trevorzegras
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trevorzegras a dub & a date
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jackhughes Jamie how did you feel about this?
jamie.drysdale bad. I got kicked out of my house for this
trevorzegras don’t act like this wasn’t planned
user1 tell me it’s a joke
tterry19 the kid’s growing up
trevorzegras you’re my inspiration Troy
masonmctavish23 he’s off the market
ynhughes dubs for days
trevorzegras 🤘🏻
user2 I’m sad
jamie.drysdale she better not have used my blanket
trevorzegras def did. it’s her favorite
jamie.drysdale this is why we can’t have nice things
ynhughes t swift 😉
jamie.drysdale leave
simon_benoit11 kiddd
trevorzegras bennyyy
colecaufield you just crushed every teenage girl’s dreams
trevorzegras it’s what I do best
user2 hope she’s worth losing all of your fans
trevorzegras she’s the only fan I need!
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tysmith_6 uh anyone see this liked comment here?
ynhughes no what’s it say?
trevorzegras where?
tysmith_6 kinda sus you two …
jackhughes WHERE WHAT’S SUS
ynhughes 🤷🏼♀️
lhughes_06 I think I know who this is
trevorzegras take a guess and text me
lhughes_06 okay I did
trevorzegras you got it right 😳
lhughes_06 STFU
ynhughes you’re lying. first try?
trevorzegras swear
jackhughes MOOSE SPILL
_quinnhughes SERIOUSLY TELL US
lhughes_06 guys I can’t
jackhughes Luke this is so fake what the fuck
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ynhughes for those wondering, I hide him from my overprotective brothers :)
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_quinnhughes we are NOT overprotective
ynhughes 🤨
user1 not surprising they’re like that tbh
nicohischier we can still hang out right
ynhughes ofc Nico. besties before whatever they say
jackhughes maybe if you just told us we’d be fine
ynhughes why do I have to tell you??
jackhughes common courtesy
ynhughes isn’t your best friend hiding a girlfriend from you?
jackhughes it’s different for Z
ynhughes that’s bogus
lhughes_06 fun fact, I know who it is
jackhughes so now you know Trevor’s AND our sister’s secret lovers??
_quinnhughes WAIT WHAT IS THAT HAND PLACEMENT NO
ynhughes remember when you said you weren’t overprotective?
_quinnhughes fair
trevorzegras where to?
ynhughes just canada
_quinnhughes uh why are you going to Canada? I don’t play at home
ynhughes uh my boyfriend quinn
_quinnhughes lives there?
ynhughes playing there . . .
lhughes_06 WHAT
jackhughes DOUBLE WHAT
tysmith_6 are we going to ignore that I’ve been trying to say something all along???
user2 someone help me do some digging
jamie.drysdale thanks for leaving me behind
ynhughes you said, and I quote, “not gonna come with to see you guys constantly eye banging”
jamie.drysdale okay fair
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trevorzegras I’ll never get used to this 🫶🏻
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user1 I wish that was me 😭
jackhughes my eyes
jamie.drysdale this is really funny actually
jackhughes 🤨
jamie.drysdale oh you’ll get it eventually
masonmctavish23 Z man 😎
trevorzegras MM 🤘🏻
ynhughes I bet you didn’t even ask her abt posting this
trevorzegras def didn’t
jackhughes I think I know who this is
trevorzegras oh yeah?
jackhughes no I’m actually really lost, just hoping you’d tell me
trevorzegras sorry bud
colecaufield damn Trev this is scandalous
trevorzegras says you ya pimp
user2 imagine waking up to THE Trevor Zegras
jamie.drysdale not as great as you’d think tbh
ynhughes true
jackhughes TRUE!?
_quinnhughes how the fuck would you know miss?
lhughes_06 remember when I figured out yn and Trevor’s secrets? well how do you think I figured them both out at the same time
jackhughes IS YN DATING TREVOR
ynhughes ding ding ding, we have a winner
_quinnhughes I’m speechless
jackhughes WAIT THAT MEANS THAT’S HER IN THE BED
_quinnhughes OH MY GOD
jackhughes Trevor we need to freaking talk
_quinnhughes this is unacceptable
jackhughes we can’t be uncles yet
ynhughes GUYS GET OUT
_quinnhughes MOM WE NEED YOU
trevorzegras don’t get Ellen involved
jackhughes that’s Mrs. Hughes to you, bud
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ynhughes okay, no more hiding :)
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trevorzegras my favorite Hughes ❤️
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masonmctavish23 this broke the internet
anaheimducks now who will yn root for?🤔
ynhughes can’t I root for all 3 teams??
_quinnhughes nope
trevorzegras nope
lhughes_06 nope
jackhughes nope
tysmith_6 I KNEW IT
trevorzegras you really did
_quinnhughes ew
ynhughes you literally love Trevor
_quinnhughes yeah but I don’t need to see you guys being gross
trevorzegras you love me? 😏
_quinnhughes I take it back
trevorzegras too late
_quinnhughes shit
ynhughes I love you 🤍
trevorzegras love you more
jackhughes 🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮
ynhughes don’t be salty bc you’re not in love
jamie.drysdale I love yn. she can use my blanket whenever she wants
ynhughes do you really mean it 🥹
jamie.drysdale of course
user1 worst couple ever
jackhughes caption?🤨
trevorzegras legally I have to say that (you’ll always be #1) (bros over hoes)
ynhughes what’d you call me?
colecaufield well you are w/ Trevor
trevorzegras HEY NOW
elblue6 officially a part of the family ❤️
trevorzegras oh my gosh really 🥹
ynhughes this means when we get married you have to change your last name
trevorzegras done.
tterry19 Z’s the man
trevorzegras learned from the best
user2 this means Trevor and Jack can be brothers
jackhughes that’s actually amazing
nicohischier love seeing yn so happy 🫶🏻
ynhughes Nic 🥹
nicohischier do anything to her Zegras I’ll hurt you
trevorzegras you scare me so okay 🫡
#nhl#hockey#hockey imagine#instagram edit#instagram imagine#trevor zegras#trevor zegras imagine#trevor zegras x reader#jack hughes#luke hughes#quinn hughes#trevor zegras x hughes reader#anaheim ducks
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hello! i love all your writing so far, and i was wondering if you could write for trevor zegras? just like, a bunch of fluff and being at the hughes lake house. if not, it’s fine!!
ofc ♡ just beware i dont know trevor as well as i know the hughes brothers so ill do my best!
also tysm for ur support like actually— i just started on tumblr so this makes me feel so good 😭🤍
DON’T GET CAUGHT
summary: reader and trevor are secretly dating and need to keep quiet!
pairings: trevor zegras x cousin hughes!fem!reader
warnings: SHORT AGAIN IM SORRY.
the thrill of hiding your relationship felt exciting but so terrifying. although your cousins, cole and alex weren’t the brightest, they weren’t stupid either. they could catch on easily if you or trevor slipped up.
thankfully, neither of you have, yet. you kept everything behind closed doors, as much as you could. but thankfully, you got plenty of time with him, alone.
around 10:30 pm, everyone would be sound asleep. except for you and trevor. you two would giggle as you snuck outside and to the docks. you’d sit at the edge, your side pressed far into his. your hands would be intertwined.
his thumb would rub the side of your hand gently, in a calming manner that made you feel safe. your head would fall onto his shoulder and both of your legs would be ankle deep into the water unless it was too cold.
you two would sit in silence, watching the world around you change. watching the stars light up the night sky. he would watch the little balls of light reflect in your eyes. you would watch the way the waves moved slightly. he would fall in love with you. you would hold onto him tighter, and fall in love with him.
in the mornings, you would be up by 5:00 am, before the rest. you took morning runs and would make breakfast for everyone, in silence. that was until trevor adapted to your schedule, so he could have more time with you. there were days he would stay by himself though, allowing you to have time to yourself because you never get those.
when it was midday, and the boys were out and about, he would steal small kisses from you when no one was looking or around. whether it be in the hallway when you two pass each other, before you go to the bathroom, in the kitchen when he’s the last one out. one time you two almost got caught because he decided to kiss you right with the boys in front of you.
quinn thought it was too quiet and turned around, thankfully you two were paying attention.
you’ve had many, many close calls.
example:
“trevor they’re right next door.” you quietly laughed. his smile sent you over the moon as he gazed down at you.
“oh come on— they think im in the bathroom, just let me kiss you” he said in a hushed voice.
you let out a laugh as his head ducked down and his lips met yours. your arms hung loosely around his neck.
you two kind of set yourself up for this. the door was wide open as you two kissed in the middle of it. “how long does it take to piss, dude?” jacks voice rang through the house, muffled by his door.
“ill check on him” quinns muffled groan followed, along with his footsteps.
you two immediately jumped apart, you rushed quietly to your bed, sitting down and grabbing your journal, making it look like you were writing but stopped to talk to trevor, who leaned against your doorframe.
quinn opened the door and saw trevor against your doorframe. “dude, what are you doing?” he questioned.
“talking to y/n… why?” trevor asked.
quinn gave him a weird look before slowly shrugging. “just wondering… you coming back in?”
trevor nodded and went back in the room.
all in all, you and trevor were not the stealthiest when it came to your relationship. lets hope it stays that way.
might do a part two where everyone finds out xx
#trevor zegras#jack hughes#hockey#quinn hughes#trevor zegras x reader#trevor zegras x y/n#x reader#jack hughes x reader#answered 🤍
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congrats on 500! could you please do an insta edit with quinn about becoming dog parents? ty!!
dog parents | quinn hughes
quinn hughes x fem! reader
nora’s 500 celly !!
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_quinnhughes we’re dog parents 😟
y/n.official i’m his favorite parent
_quinnhughes that was mean. he loves me just as much
y/nofficial he might like you, but you’ll never be me🫶
_quinnhughes rude.
lhughes_06 he kinda looks like the cuter version of quinn
y/n.official i think quinn resembles a wet cat, but to each their own!
lhughes_06 ouch
_quinnhughes y/n.official i thought you loved me😔
y/n.official _quinnhughes ofc i do stinky😚
jackhughes i can babysit him whenever
y/n.official i do not trust you with my baby
jackhughes a lot of people consider me a fantastic dogsitter, so your loss🤷♂️
trevorzegras y/n.official i can watch him instead 😁
y/n.official trevorzegras id rather let an infant watch walter over you…
trevorzegras y/n.official ☹️
user129 so adorable!
fan15 even their dog is perfect😭😭
user43 y/n and quinn arguing like a married couple is killing me
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_quinnhughes my son👨👦
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y/n.official our son*
_quinn hughes no, he’s just mine.
y/n.official 😨
canucks newest member! brb ordering him a canucks jersey
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jackhughes he’s going to grow up an amazing devils fan
_quinnhughes over my dead body.
y/n.official _quinnhughes idk he does look good in red…
_eliaspettersson our top d-man
_quinnhughes just like his father😎
lhughes_06 someone’s got a big ego…
fan792 perfect dog for the perfect player<3
user07 if you need another dog i can bark!!!!
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𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐫𝐬.𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬
quinn hughes x reader
summary: quinn and y/n as a newlywed couple
social media au!
warning: english not my first language, all images credit to owner, i do not own any of these images
reblog, like & follow me for more smau!
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_quinnhughes Today i can finally ask my Y/n to marry me, my one and only love just for you. I love you baby
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y/username I love you too Quintin bear ❤️
quinnhughesfan.43 Gosh so sweet & CONGRATZZZZ
canucks We all so happy for you!
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y/username Can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you,
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elblue6 Welcome to the Hughes Gang Y/n 🧡
y/username Thank you Mrs Hughes ❤️
lhughes_06 I will be the greatest uncle EVER!
y/username Oh shut up Luke 😂
jackhughes @lhughes_06 No i’m better than you
lhughes_06 Are you sure u Lil Jizzy
kyliejenner My girl is engage now!!! love u two so much!!
y/username Yay finally!!
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_quinnhughes 12/20, my mrs.hughes
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y/username Hi my hubby 😉
elblue6 I remember it’s clear as day, when me and your dad hold you for the first time, its always so special moment with your first born first time being a parents to take care of a newborn and he’s a family man now
_quinnhughes Mom you gonna make me and Y/n cry again
y/n.hughes43 Mom i’m gonna cry
elblue6 I don’t mean to make you cry, me and Jim are so so happy for you both, but we both waiting for my grandbabies
_quinnhughes Me and Y/n will be work on it soon
y/n.hughes43 Hey
quinnntin43canucks I still don’t think she deserve you Quinn
fanofy/nandquinn Couple goal 🎉
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y/nhughes I am now stand here wearing this gorgeous wedding dress and call you my husband, i am the luckiest person on this planet ever exist. Let’s build our own Hughes family together Quintin ❤️
Dec 20 💍
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y/m/n My baby is a women now, so so proud of you and quinn
_quinnhughes I will take really good care of Y/n mrs.Y/l/n
y/m/n Oh Quinn just call me Mom 😁
y/m/n I know you will Quinn, you gonna be a great husband and a great dad too
elblue6 Y/n you are so sweet
y/n.hughes43 Thank you Mom 🥺
trevorzegras Beautiful Bride
_quinnhughes Excuse you? That’s my wife
trevorzegras Wow okay okay Huggy Bear
y/n.hughes43 Aww my Huggy Bear is jealous huh?
y/bf/n You look stunning in that dress
y/n.hughes43 Go and ask Trevor out sis!!! I’m sure he like you too
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_quinnhughes Owner of my heart
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hated.u.y/n He seem so obsess with her, everything, every post is just about her, what she did to him like this
y/nandquinnlovers Ofc, girl you’re just so jealous that Quinn not your husband right? He just about his wife, what’s wrong about that? Isn’t that what husband should do????
ethanblues She’s so fine
j__04 I just wish that i’m her
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y/nhughes Just chillin’ and watching the sunset with my love
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y/dad/n Y/n your mom just got me puppy
y/n.hughes43 No way, i’ve beg you to get me a puppy since i was 13 and you said no pet allow in the home
y/mom/n Sorry baby, i just have to rescue this little fluffy baby golden retriever, someone abandon her on the middle of the road
y/n.hughes43 Can i name her Layla?
elblue6 ❤️
y/n.hughes43 ❤️❤️
_quinnhughes ❤️❤️❤️
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_quinnhughes Baby Hughes is 7 weeks now, see you in November mommy and daddy
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elblue6 Is Y/n have bad morning sickness?
_quinnhughes She is having a bad bad morning sickness, i just don’t know to help her feel better
elblue6 I’ll bring some decaf tea to help her sickness
_quinnhughes Thank u mom
jackhughes So cute already
lhughes_06 That baby will gonna look like Y/n, that would be so freaking cuteeee
_quinnhughes Ofc it’s gonna look like both of us Luke
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y/n.hughes43 Good morning w.41 and 4 days left (!)
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_quinnhughes Things are def growing
trevorzegras Any name yet?
y/nhughesNo not yet, any ideas?
y/bf/n He’s gonna name its Trevor for sure, he told me yesterday 😂
y/n.hughes43 What if it’s was a girl? Trevor too
y/bf/n Yeass
y/u.hughes43 Oh hell nah
elblue6 I’m so excited to meet our first grandbaby!!!
_quinnhughes I’m so nervous and excited to be a dad
y/n.hughes43 You’re gonna be a best dad ever
jackhughes And me, i’m gonna be the greatest uncle
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_quinnhughes Welcome Quintessa May Y/l/n - Hughes, the latest Hughes edition is finally here. Y/n you’ve done a very very great job to bring our baby girl into this life, i’m so proud of you and will never forget all the stage of your pregancy. I will always love you and our baby girl unconditionally.
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elblue6 I always love the idea of Quintin and Quintessa since you tell me her name Y/n
_quinnhughes I love that name too, and Y/n she already chose name for next baby, its will be Quintina..
y/n.hughes43 She’s gonna be a daddy girl
_quinnhughes Don’t be jealous of your own little daughter
#quinn hughes#quinn hughes imagine#quinn hughes x reader#quinn hughes x y/n#quintin hughes imagines#quintin hughes#quintin hughes x reader#quintin x y/n#maryhughes stuff
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for gabe and livvy how do jack, quinn, and luke individually react when they find out about them dating
hughes!reader x gabe au masterlist
sooo at first, jack is a bit sad because he thought livvy would’ve told him everything. he finds it kinda sucky how he has to find out from a “soft launch” off instagram but he gets it bc he knows sometimes him and luke can be a bit overprotective.
quinn is surprised because he never really saw gabe and livvy happening. he has heard of gabe and he knew the boy was planning on going to boston college so when he heard livvy and him were dating,, he’s like,, so how’s that gonna work with you at princeton? but livvy tells him that gabe transferred to princeton for her and quinn is automatically like yep this is the right one for my sister
oh boy and LUKE. lukey. he is not happy. it’s mainly because he doesn’t want livvy to be hurt. he’s seen how hockey guys can be, especially since he’s a hockey guy himself. he really doesn’t want livvy to get heartbroken and have it affect her studies since he knows how hard she worked to get into princeton. he comes around eventually because he ofc wants his baby sister to be happy but he’s very tough around gabe and everyone just accepts it😭
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Los Angeles trip w oc singer x luke hughes insta edit
hope to have the imagine i had planned to post in connection to this up soon!
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@winnierose: june gloom might be in la rn but my sunshine has arrived
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@lhughes_06: I love you
↳ @trevorzegras: Lukey pooooookey simp
↳ @jackhughes: 🦅
↳ @winnierose: I love you too bubba
@winnieisbff: love this but hate this because i witnessed way too much
↳ @lhughes_06: sorry !
↳ @jackhughes: are you really sorry tho?
@elblue6: love you dear, so glad to have you in aa next week!
↳ @winnierose: can't wait 🥺
@_quinnhughes: when is it our turn ? @ jackhughes
↳ @winnierose: thats on you two 😌
↳ @jackhughes: UH
↳ @alexturcotte: hehe
↳ @lhughes_06: ope
@ethanedwards: hi
↳ @dylanduke: do you know the exact milage of the ocean? sources say that it is estimated to be 139 million square miles (360 million kilos for you canadians i think) and is expected to grow within the next 30 years.
↳ @winnierose: thankyou for teaching us today dyl!
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@lukehughes_6: little la trip to visit my favorite singer
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@winnierose: love bug
↳ @lhughes_06: ofc
@ethanedwards: mom and dad
↳ @winnierose: son!
@dylanduke: yes! get that angle you supermodel
@elblue6: looking like a quinn twinnie on the last one🥲❤️
↳ @jackhughes: muuuuuuum
@_quinnhughes: the foot🦶🏻
↳ @winnierose: for FREE!
#luke hughes#quinn hughes#umich hockey#hockey#nhl#luke hughes x oc#trevor zegras#alex turcotte#ethan edwards#dylan duke#new jersey devils#vancouver canucks
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Instagram edit - quinn hughes x college!reader
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yourusername: meet skelly, our resident skeleteal model
_quinnhughes: i don’t know what those words mean but you look good
↳ yourusername: youre a hockey player, you don’t need to know those words bby x
bboeser: damn, quinner looks tired
↳ yourusername: too many road trips away from me 😔
↳ _quinnhughes: 🙄
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_quinnhughes: my girl ❤️
yourbestfriend: SHITTING CRYING THROWING UP
↳ nblanks98: what she said
yourusername: love you q x
↳ lhughes_06: ew
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yourusername: delivered my first (and hopefully not last) baby with this queen today
yourobgynmentor: it was a pleasure, you’re a natural
↳ yourusername: 🥰🥰
holl.horvat: you’re being in the room for the next one
↳ bohorvat: next one???
↳ yourusername: ofc ❤️
jackhughes: you can deliver them, just no having them
↳ lhughes_06: ^^
↳ thombordeleau: ^^
↳ kentjohnson.13: ^^
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Quinn Hughes x Reader
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ynofficial Huggy doesn't like my affections 🌃
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Jackhughes anyone else thinking what I'm thinking??
ynofficial stopping thinking lil jizzy it’s never good for anyone
_quinnhughes The nickname 😒
ynofficial cute nickname for a cutie like yourself 😉
_quinnhughes I hated that
user1 she is living the life 😩
user82 more like living the dream
user72 dude why can’t my nights be this fun
Bohorvat Quinner hates everything
_quinnhughes I do not, I just hate when you two team up against me
ynofficial I know you love me Q
_quinnhughes no ❤️
ynofficial this is the first complaint I’ve heard since freshman year, suck it up
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ynofficial You're now looking at the official Media Manager for the @Canucks #promotion
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user3 welcome to the shitshow??
user38 congrats!!
Canucks Welcome to the team!! #slayed
ynofficial I def did not post that comment myself :)
user4 You accepted a position with the most dumpster fire team in the league atm? Why?
ynofficial a) money b) annoying my roommate it’s an all around win 😏
Umichhockey guess the public relations degree did come in use!!
_quinnhughes you just took the position so you could take pictures of me
ynofficial exactly, who wouldnt wanna take pictures of your pretty face Q?
lhughes_06 is that sexual tension I sense?
Ynofficial Is that a socially awkward giant I see?
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_quinnhughes celebrating the big win vs Toronto and my favourite person/media manager’s birthday 🎉
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ynofficial IM YOUR FAVOURITE PERSON
user92 she's like a hyper child
_quinnhughes only cause its your birthday
bboeser big softie
_Eliaspettersson happy y/n day!!!
user32 2 ASSISTS AND A GOAL 🐳
user28 big day for the sad man
elblue6 happy birthday honey 🥳
ynofficial thank you Ellen ❤️
_quinnhughes kiss ass
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ynofficial this charity event was a pain in the ass to plan but the outcome was so worth it <3
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user3 literally ethereal
user69 how have one of those hockey fucks not snatched you up yet?
ynsister THE SILHOUETTE ON THIS DRESS OMG
Amybethmcnulty OBSESSED WITH YOU
ynofficial thank you lovey
_quinnhughes you clean up nicely :)
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user28 that’s what you consider flirting??
trevorzegras w rizz
canucks Cheers 🥂
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jackhughes moosey’s draft weekend #4thoverall
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nicohischier Congrats!!
user72 Jack looks like he’s about to explode
trevorzegras wtf is that thing on the last slide
lhughes_06 love you man
user88 this is so wholesome
NJdevils @canucks give us Quinn and y/n and we will have a full set
canucks you will have to rip them from our bare hands 🙌
ynofficial jizzy you always get me at my worst 😔
_quinnhughes I thought you looked cute
joshnorris10 Ofc you’d say some dumb shit like that.
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_quinnhughes the off season has been treating me well
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Jackhughes maybe he is smoother with the ladies
Eliaspettersson maybe he does have heart
user30 my dreams have been crushed
canucks 🤨
user74 if I can't have him at least she does 😪
graceabrams I don't keep up with sports, but I've kept up with whatever romance story this was
umichhockey been the #1 supporter for nearly six years!!
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Let the Cleaners Deal With It - Quinn Hughes x Sarah (ofc)
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Title: Let the Cleaners Deal With It
Author: Tory / @tkwrites
Relationship: Quinn Hughes x Sarah Roberts (OFC)
Warnings: Periods, Menstruation, talks of blood, and embarrassment. If I missed something, please let me know.
Summary: When Quinn wakes to Sarah frantically cleaning after unexpectedly getting her period, he insists she let the cleaners deal with it.
Word Count: 750
Comments: Thank you to the Lovely Anon who requested this. Your request came in, and my mind immediately started whirring.
I saw you like fancfic ideas. for the Quinn and Sarah series:
Maybe Sarah gets her period at an inconvenient place and Quinn helps her deal with it. Or maybe she bleeds through while she’s sleeping and he’s super sweet about it. Major fluff
Let the Cleaners Deal with it
A Quinn & Sarah Snapshot
It was too early for either of them to be up. The city lights were still visible through the windows, the inky night sky spilling out behind their artificial glow. Even still, Sarah was up and rustling around. From her movement, she sounded almost frantic.
“What are you doing?” Quinn asked. His voice was groggier than he expected and he cleared his throat.
“I'm just - cleaning up.”
“What?” he asked, sitting up.
She blew a harsh breath out of her nose, “I got my period.”
With an ice cube in one hand and paper towels in the other, she was trying to work the blood out of his soft, expensive sheets.
Now that his eyes had adjusted to the dim Quinn could see the small spot on the gray-blue material. Scooting closer, he reached for her hand, stopping the frenzied way she was attacking it with the ice. “You don't need to do that. The cleaners can get it out.”
She made a noise in her throat, pulled her wrist out of his grasp, and continued on. “Quinn I got blood on your sheets. It's better to get it out now while it's fresh so it won't stain,” she said, pressing the paper towel down to soak up the blood and water.
This time, he reached out and took the ice cube from her hand. He regretted it immediately. Even though it forced her to stop, he didn’t have anywhere to put it. Now it was melting, cold water trickling between his fingers
She finally looked up and met his eyes, embarrassment all over her pretty face.
He knew he was still partially asleep, but he didn’t know why she was making such a big deal of this. It’s not like she could help it. “Why are you so worried?”
“I'm twenty seven years old. I've been getting a period for thirteen fucking years. I should have a handle on this by now,” she said, arms crossing over her chest as her shoulders shrugged almost to her ears as if she were trying to hide.
Quinn rubbed his eyes, willing his mind to wake. “Didn’t you tell me last week that your IUD makes it so your cycle is hard to predict?”
“Yeah.”
“So how would you know it was coming?”
“I don't know,” she said, exasperated, throwing her hands up.
“Do you need anything? Tampons or whatever?”
“No, I had a disc in my bag.”
“Do you have cramps? Do you need me to get you some Tylenol or get you off?”
She arched an eyebrow.
“What? Isn't having an orgasm supposed to help with period cramps?”
“Yeah, but why do you know that?”
“I've had other girlfriends, Sar,” he reminded gently. “I know because they told me.”
She wrinkled her nose, not liking to think about his past girlfriends.
“So no cramps? Or yes, cramps?”
“No. I don't really get them anymore with the IUD. I'm just really fucking embarrassed,” she said, her free hand covering her eyes.
“This is just your body doing what it does, except it didn't give you any warning,” Quinn said. “I promise the cleaners can get it out. They’ve gotten all kinds of stains out of my clothes before.”
Her shoulders dropped, almost defeated.
“Come back to bed,” he said, scooting back to his side, and wiping his hand on the duvet cover.
“The sheets are all wet now,” she said, pressing the paper towels in again, attempting to soak up the moisture.
He tsked. “Guess you’ll have to sleep on top of me then,” he said, waggling his eyebrows.
She laughed and threw the paper towels in the trash can.
Slipping under the covers, she didn’t get on top of him, but she did crowd into his half of the bed.
“Thank you for being so understanding about this,” she said, her voice quiet and chagrined.
“It’s not like you can help it,” he said, rolling onto his side so he could pull her against him and tuck his nose into her hair.
She tried to fall back to sleep, but it didn’t come. She couldn’t get his casual invitation to get her off out of her mind.
“Quinn,” she whispered a little later, trailing her fingers up his arm.
“Hmm?” His voice was low and sleepy.
“Does that offer to get me off still stand?”
He huffed a laugh into her hair, even as his hand inched down her stomach. “Did those cramps set in?”
“Something like that.”
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Sarah Meets the Parents - Quinn Hughes x ofc
Photo from Pinterest. Did I crop the brothers out of this photo because I couldn't find any of Quinn with just his parents? Yes, yes I did.
Title: Sarah Meets the Parents
Author: Tory / @tkwrites
Relationship: Quinn Hughes x Sarah Roberts (OFC)
Warnings: None? If I should add any, please let me know.
Summary: As Requested, Sarah meets Ellen and Jim.
Word Count: 5,300
Comments: This fic has been in the back of my mind for so long. I originally didn’t intend for it to be it’s own Snapshot, but it was heavily requested, so here it is. I hope you enjoy!
fallinallincurls asked:
i LOVED your latest quinn & sarah fic and was curious if we’ll get to see sarah meet jack & luke/his parents?? I already know i’d absolutely love that fic so much omg
dasiysthings asked:
I seriously hope you’re planning a chapter/s on Sarah meeting Ellen, Jim, Luke and Jack! Because the new one meeting Brady is simply the cutest 🥰
Sarah Meets the Parents
A Quinn & Sarah Snapshot
There weren't many things Ellen could say she knew for certain, but she did know her eldest son had never been in love.
In high school, he thought he'd been in love as much as a teenager can without the maturity or full understanding of the concept. When he got to college, he dated, but every girl they met seemed to be in his life for convenience more than because of any kind of real chemistry. Then there was the mess with June. He'd been so in lust with her that he overlooked and defended all her actions to his own detriment.
Quinn had been what he thought was head over heels about her. Each time Ellen tried to bring up any concerns, he bulldozed over her worry, explaining away every bad thing June said or did. The only thing he seemed to hear when Ellen brought it up was the, “I like her,” part of the conversation, while brushing aside the follow up, “but I'm worried.”
When they met her, Quinn had been nervous, almost as if he was bracing for the worst. It was a strange thing to hear him talk about how much he liked her, while at the same time acting a bit scared of how she would react to things.
It was terrible to watch him get into that relationship, calling it love when it clearly wasn’t - at least not on June's part - and then after it finally fell apart, having to dig his way out again.
Over the past few months, she'd noticed a change in Quinn.
He called to ask her about supporting someone in grief, but didn’t tell her anything other than he was going out with someone who had lost a parent.
Since then, he’d talk about this girl - this woman - named Sarah every time they were on the phone. She naturally dropped into their conversations about what he’d been doing. After a month, she’d asked him, “Are you dating her?”
“Yeah,” he’d admitted as his cheeks went ruddy over the facetime video, “I really like her.”
Quinn often blushed - that pale skin of his didn’t hide much - but she’d never seen him blush over a girl quite like this. He seemed almost bashful.
He told her how Sarah was in grad school, and how they got along so well. He didn’t always give details, but she could see that he was happy and more settled than she'd seen him in a long time.
When Luke had called to ask her if she knew he had a girlfriend, the only thing that shocked her was that he was using that term before telling her about it. Even more so that he hadn’t told his brothers about her at all.
When she found out the title “girlfriend” had come from Brady and not from Quinn himself, and they talked about his reasoning for holding back from his brothers, it made much more sense.
Coming to Vancouver this time, she wasn’t sure if this certainty would continue to hold true or not.
On the surface, she and Jimmy were coming in to visit Quinn and hopefully see the Canucks clinch into their first playoff berth since 2020. Their first real playoff berth since the mid 2000s. Even with all that excitement, they also wanted to meet this woman Brady liked well enough to jump straight into calling Quinn's girlfriend.
Knowing things in his life had changed didn't prepare her for the shift she saw in Quinn when he picked them up from the airport.
He hopped out of the car and hugged her tightly. “I'm so glad you're here,” he said before hugging Jim and helping him load the bags.
This was the same song and dance he did every time they came to visit, but this time, Quinn had a twinkle in his eye and a spring in his step she'd never seen before. He was even humming on the drive to his condo, despite the city traffic.
They were already in different territory than they’d been with June. Quinn was a little nervous now. She could see it in the tap of his fingers on the steering wheel and the way his left knee bounced, but it wasn't that same kind of bracing nervousness it had been with June. This seemed more like the jittery nerves he used to get before a big game when he was younger. He seemed hopeful.
They talked about their flight and things back home in Michigan.
“Are we still meeting Sarah?” Jim asked. He had a way of cutting straight to the heart of a conversation. It was a skill Ellen had appreciated all their life together.
“Yeah, she's at my place,” Quinn said with this goofy little smile she didn’t see on him very often. “She was making dessert when I left.”
More than just to appease her maternal anxiety, Ellen was so interested to meet this woman who had turned her intense, hockey obsessed little boy into such a love boat.
“I think you're really going to like her,” he was saying.
If she made Quinn this happy, Ellen had no doubt she would.
Glancing at Jimmy in the back seat, she found him watching Quinn with a quiet intensity. When he noticed her gaze, he turned a reassuring smile on her.
When the door to Quinn’s apartment opened, Sarah took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment. This was an exciting and joyous occasion. It was also nerve wracking, sad and a little bit painful, and it was okay to hold all those things at once. She imagined welcoming each emotion into her heart and mind like Jenny, her therapist, had taught her. It was better to feel them than to stuff them down.
Treat them as visitors, she reminded herself, no emotion lasts forever.
“I’ll go get her,” she heard Quinn say.
The excitement shining in his face when Quinn came into the kitchen made her smile.
He gathered her into a quick, tight hug, “you ready?”
She tucked her face into his neck for a moment, holding him a little longer to fortify herself.
“Okay, I'm ready,” she took a step back, “I don't have anything in my teeth, do I?”
“No, you're good.”
Taking her hand, he led her into the living room where his parents were waiting, standing in front of the couch.
“Sarah,” Quinn said, finding himself less nervous than he expected, “these are my parents, Ellen and Jim. Mom, dad, this is Sarah.”
The first thing she thought was how Quinn had pieces of both his parents: Jim’s wide smile and thick chest, and Ellen's bone structure.
Ellen was lithe and strong - shaped like a woman who was an athlete all her life, even as an empty nester. Jim looked like a jovial dad - like most of her friends' fathers, like her own too - who played sports when they were younger, but were a bit more relaxed in their later years.
To Ellen, Sarah looked like the kind of girl she always hoped her boys would end up with. She had a kind smile and hopeful, smart eyes.
Quinn was obviously in love with her. He was practically glowing with it. He looked at her like she was the best, brightest thing in the room - like he’d never get bored of seeing her face. She’d never seen him look so lovestruck before. She didn’t know he even could.
“It’s so nice to meet you,” Sarah said, extending her hand, “Quinn talks about you all the time.”
Jim took her hand in both of his and gave her a friendly smile. “It’s nice to meet you too.”
Ellen bypassed her hand, and went in for a quick hug.
Quinn watched as the surprise on Sarah’s face melted into a smile as they embraced.
Feeling the nervous energy radiating off of Sarah, Ellen tried to put her more at ease. “You're so much prettier than Quinn let on,” she said as she stepped back. They’d seen pictures of her - well one picture of her. The selfie Quinn had shared with his brothers. The photo didn’t capture how blue her eyes actually were or show any of her curvy figure.
“Oh, thank you,” she said, a flush glowing on her cheeks.
The conversation lulled and Quinn jumped in. “Well, dinner’s ready if you’re hungry,” he said, gesturing over his shoulder, “or we can relax for a while before we eat.”
“I’m famished,” Jim said, holding a hand to his stomach.
“Then let's eat.”
As they settled around the table, Ellen took note of the way Sarah helped Quinn bring out dishes before finally settling into the seat on his left.
“So, Sarah,” Jim said once they'd all dished up, “Quinn tells us you golf.”
She swallowed quickly, nodding. “Yeah, my dad taught all of us when we were young. We went every Sunday as a family until I left for college.”
“I bet you’re pretty good then.”
“I’m decent,” she said with a shrug.
Quinn rolled his eyes. “She shot the lights out and beat us all last weekend. Petey included.”
She gave a smile to her dinner plate, but didn’t deny it or try to placate Quinn’s feelings. Ellen instantly liked that about her.
“What does your dad do?”
“Ma,” Quinn cut in, an exasperated look on his face.
Sarah lay a hand over his, “it’s fine.” Looking back to Ellen, she said, “my dad was an aerospace engineer, but he passed away four years ago.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, shaking her head, “I forgot Quinn told us.”
“Thank you, but it’s really fine. I don’t expect everyone to remember - it’s just part of life.”
While Sarah took the faux pa with grace, Quinn was a little embarrassed his mom didn’t remember.
“And you’re getting your PhD?” Jim asked.
“I’m not quite to that level,” she said with a self-deprecating laugh. “Just my masters. You really only need a doctorate if you want to teach and that's not really something I'm interested in.”
“In Marine Biology?”
“Zoology,” she corrected, “they’re similar fields, but we focus solely on the animal kingdom rather than ocean life as a whole.”
“I bet that’s fascinating,” Ellen said.
“I think it is, but I’ve always loved the ocean.”
“So what will you do with that degree?”
“Mostly work in aquariums, but there’s some work in conservation, which I feel really passionately about, so I’d prefer that.” She paused for a moment before continuing, “Ellen, Quinn told me you're working with the national women's hockey team, that must be really cool.”
Ellen had come into this dinner thinking she would have to drive the conversion like she had with most of the girls her boys dated. It was a refreshing change of pace to find Sarah willing to do part of the work.
“Yeah. It's nice to step into that coaching role formally for the first time. It's really amazing to see how far the sport has come for women.”
“Oh, I bet,” Sarah said. “I started following the new women's league after I met Quinn and it's cool to see them play on such a big stage.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, I hardly knew anything about hockey when we met. So I started reading articles, and I subscribed to The Athletic, and I know a little more now. It's a whole world I'm still trying to figure out.”
The dedication that showed was impressive.
“You'd never watched hockey before?” Jim asked.
“I mean, I'm sure my dad had it on during the Olympics, but I never paid that much attention to it.”
“Remind me where you're from?”
“Nevada.”
“I bet there weren't many opportunities for you to see hockey when you were a kid.”
“No,” she laughed.
When dinner wound down, Sarah got up to clear the table.
“You don’t need to do that,” Ellen said. “You helped with the meal.”
“You all haven’t seen each other in so long. I’ll take care of the dishes while you catch up,” she said, reaching under Jims protesting arm to lift his plate.
Ellen smiled gratefully at her and tried to think if any of her boys had dated such thoughtful women before.
Glad for a moment alone to gather her thoughts and emotions, Sarah loaded the dishwasher before finishing the tart.
Surprisingly, the sadness she'd expected to feel never came. At least, not as strongly as she'd braced for. It seemed the build up and worry were worse. Instead, nerves sparked and fizzed in her stomach.
Before he'd left for the airport, Quinn had reassured her she didn’t have anything to worry about. While Ellen seemed especially friendly, she had a harder time reading Jim, who seemed to hold his cards closer to his chest.
At the very least, it was going better than when she met her college boyfriend's parents, who outright told her she was too good for their son while he sat across the dinner table. To this day, it was the most backhanded compliment she’d ever been given. It told her so much about his home life and explained the snide remarks he would make when she made a mistake or did something differently than he expected. She’d ended the relationship shortly thereafter.
As she arranged the raspberries, she hoped Ellen and Jim actually liked her, and weren’t just putting on a show to her face.
“I like her, Quinny,” his mom said when he asked what they thought.
He beamed.
“I can tell she’s very driven.”
“Yeah,” Quinn agreed. “I like that about her.”
“I just worry -”
His smile slipped a bit.
“You work in such different fields, and lead such different lives.”
“So?”
“Well, I mean, what happens if you get traded somewhere where you’re not near the ocean?”
“I hadn’t really thought that far ahead. I’ve been so focused on making the playoffs,” he admitted. Plus, he had three more years in Vancouver and would gladly stay longer if it was still a good fit.
“Like I said, I like her. She seems really sweet and I can tell you like each other a lot, but I want you to pay attention to some of the things that might not be all sunshine and rainbows down the road. Relationships are about compromise, and I'm worried some of the compromises you may have to make might cause more of an impact than you’re used to.”
“Yeah, those are some good points," Quinn agreed. "I’ll talk with her about it.” He knew this honeymoon phase would end eventually. They were four weeks from the playoffs and three weeks from her finals. The next month would be a test, that was for sure.
A relieved smile slid onto Ellen's face. He was being far more mature about this than he had when she expressed hesitations about June. Some of the worry uncoiled in her chest.
“What do you think, dad?”
“She’s very pretty.”
“And?”
“And what?”
“She’s pretty? That’s all you have to say?”
“I don’t know, Q. I just met her. She’s pretty. She seems very smart.”
Quinn dropped it. His dad would tell him what he thought eventually, but trying to pry an opinion out of him before he was ready was fruitless.
All the same, Jim lit up when Sarah came in with the chocolate tart.
“That looks delicious,” he said. “What's in it?”
“It's a chocolate cream mousse over a layer of caramel in a dark chocolate and almond crust. The raspberries on top help to cut some of the richness.”
“That sounds delicious.”
Ellen took a bite, and felt her eyes flutter closed, “Sarah, this is divine.”
“Thank you. It was my dads favorite.”
Quinn put a comforting hand on her knee.
“It’s going to be dangerous to have this in the house,” Jim said, joking.
“Oh, I can take it to school tomorrow if you don’t want it around,” she offered.
“I’m not sure I’m willing to give it up.”
She laughed, and Quinn shot her a quick, reassuring grin.
“Are you free tomorrow before the game?” Ellen asked when Sarah announced she should probably head home.
“Well, I have class in the morning, and then I’m at the aquarium until three, but I’m free afterward.”
“I was thinking about getting a manicure and wondered if you wanted to go together.”
“Oh, I can’t do manicures because my hands are always in the tanks.”
Ellen felt her hesitations go up. When she had asked June this same thing, June had shot her down, telling her she’d just had her nails done. She didn't seem to catch the subtext of wanting to spend some time together without the boys around.
“But I would love to get a pedicure if that might work?”
“That sounds great. We can do that and then meet Jim for dinner and all go to the game together.”
“That sounds really nice.” she said before yawning, “I’m sorry, I was up at 5 this morning to study for an exam. I’ve got to get home.”
“I’ll drive you,” Quinn offered, slipping a protective arm around her.
He told his parents, who were sharing a silent conversation with their eyes, he'd be back and led Sarah down to the parking garage.
As soon as they were in his car, he asked, “so, what do you think?”
“They’re really nice,” she said. “I can’t tell if your dad likes me or not, though.”
“That's just Jim,” he assured, reaching over to lace their fingers together. “He doesn't like most people when he meets them, but he'll come around.”
They were quiet for a while as Quinn brushed his thumb over her palm. Finally, he asked, "you okay?"
The very fact that he was checking in made her swoon a little.
"Yeah. It actually wasn't that bad. I mean, I miss them, but it wasn't as painful as I expected."
He squeezed her hand, "I'm glad."
"Thank you for checking."
Briefly taking his eyes off the road, he cast a startled look in her direction. "Why wouldn't I check in?"
"I don't know, just," she matched their fingertips together, gently pushing to move his, "it's just really nice to be seen."
He understood that. Sarah saw pieces of him most of the world didn't. With her, he wasn't Quinn Hughes, hockey prodigy. He was just Quinn, and she liked all the quieter parts of him, too.
"I'll see you tomorrow," he said as he pulled up to her building.
Leaning over the console, she kissed him goodbye, lingering a little longer than usual.
"See you tomorrow," she echoed once she pulled away.
He watched her walk into the building before driving home.
The following afternoon, Sarah had to race across town as soon as she was off work to make the appointment Ellen had set up at a ritzy spa downtown.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, blustering into the waiting area, “the train was late, and I was…I got here as fast as I could.”
“It’s fine,” Ellen said, giving her a quick squeeze before walking to the desk to let the attendant know everyone in their party had arrived.
They got changed into their robes and were seated in some fancy chairs above marble foot basins. Sarah had never done anything this lavish. She went to get pedis with her mom and sister, but that was always down at the salon in the mall.
“Have you come here before?”
“Only once, but it was so lovely, I’ve thought about coming back every time we visit.”
“It’s very nice.”
Ellen hadn’t failed to notice the way Sarah's eyes popped when they walked into the serene pedicure room. A part of her was relieved she wasn't used to such luxury.
“It’s a little more opulent than what I’m used to back home,” Ellen admitted with a little laugh, “but it’s nice for a special occasion.”
Sarah felt herself relax.
Since the night before, Ellen felt a bit like she'd stepped into some kind of time warp. She'd glanced away from her oldest son, and when she looked back, everything in his life had changed. Even the phone calls and facetimeing hadn’t prepared her for the way Sarah was in Quinn’s life in what already seemed like such a permanent way.
Instead of watching their relationship bloom like she had with Luke and Kylee, who had followed a natural progression that was easy to track as they went from friends, to dating, and now long distance with Kylee already making plans to move to New Jersey when she graduated from Michigan, she was coming into something nearly fully formed.
She was glad for this time alone to get to know Sarah a little more.
“So, tell me about your research.”
Sarah explained about Walter and how the hormone testing was going. She was writing a publication on it for her grant writing class that semester, and hoped to have it published in a scientific journal.
“That sounds really interesting.”
“It is. It’s wild to see how he reacts to those small changes. It’s really rewarding to gather results with such traceable data.”
“I bet. What do you do for fun?”
“I honestly don’t have a lot of free time. Between school and work and spending time with Quinn, there’s not much leftover, but I really like reading, and I like to golf and hike when I can.”
“You don’t do any ocean sports?”
“I surfed casually when I was in Hawaii, but the water’s so cold here, I haven’t picked it up again.”
“You lived in Hawaii?”
“For about two years. I was working with a conservation non-profit. That’s where my love for the ocean really bloomed.”
“We’re going this summer. You’ll have to give us some recommendations.”
They talked for a long time about their vacation. Sarah promised to write up a list of suggestions. Ellen wondered if she might be joining them. Kylee was staying home, but that was because of a prior engagement on her part.
“And Quinn’s been treating you well?” she asked, bracing for the response. Not that she expected Sarah to be totally truthful to her face.
“Oh, yes,” she said, not missing a beat. “He's the best guy I've ever dated.”
“Really?” The realistic side of her never expected to hear that. Ellen knew her sons. She knew how they could be selfish and too competitive and too focused on hockey.
“Yeah. I mean, he gets in his head sometimes, but I do too. I was just thinking last night about how he's just the most caring person. I've never met someone so driven that's so kind and dedicated to the people in his life.”
The sincere look in Sarah's face told her just how truthful that statement was. It was the fulfillment of so many of her motherhood goals all at once, Ellen nearly teared up. “I'm really glad to hear that.”
Sarah smiled, and fiddled with the robe tie around her waist.
“Have you talked to the boys yet?” Ellen asked, even though she knew the answer.
“The boys?”
“My other boys, Jack and Luke?”
“Oh, yeah, we talked over facetime last week,” Sarah said.
“Was it okay?” Ellen asked, picking up on the hesitation in her tone.
“I think so? Jack seemed kind of closed off, which, from the way Quinn talks about him, I didn’t really expect.”
“I think that’s probably Quinn’s fault. He didn’t tell them about you until you met Brady, and usually he would have, so I think Jack’s feeling a little put out.”
“I didn't…why didn't he tell them?” she asked, wondering if perhaps he was embarrassed and wanted to make sure Brady approved before he was willing to share her with his family.
“I think you should probably ask Quinn that, but it had a lot to do with June. I don't think he totally trusted himself after they broke up. Jack will come around once he sees how happy you and Quinn are together,” she assured.
Sarah felt herself blush. Hearing Ellen, even indirectly, acknowledge how happy they were, felt like a mountain climbed, like a battle conquered.
At the end of the appointment, Ellen laughed when Sarah pulled her own sandals out of her robe pockets to wear while the polish dried in lieu of the spa supplied slides she was wearing.
“I have this weird thing about wearing shoes that aren’t mine,” she said, slipping on the Birkenstocks. “I know they’re sanitary, but it’s just,” she shuddered, “gross to me.”
After they changed, Ellen beat Sarah out to the reception desk. Sarah pulled her wallet out but Ellen shushed her gently, “it's my treat.”
“Thank you. That's so nice.”
Jim picked them up and drove to a restaurant near the arena Sarah recommended.
As they settled into the booth, Sarah on one side, and Jim and Ellen on the other, she told them, “I like this place because they have a testing menu, so there’s always something new and interesting. I’ve never had anything bad here.”
They talked throughout. Sarah asked Jim about his consulting job, and he explained what he did and how his coaching career helped him get there. Ellen explained more of what she was doing with the women's hockey program.
Even though it was a bit strange and a big step to have dinner with Quinn’s parents without him less than twenty four hours after they met, Sarah was glad to have some time to talk and get to know them a little more. Jim, especially, seemed more friendly.
At the end of the meal, Sarah tapped her card to the payment device before either of them could jump in.
“You didn’t need to do that,” Ellen protested after the waiter walked away.
“You’re guests, you shouldn’t have to pay,” Sarah said.
Also, she wasn’t sixteen. She didn’t need her boyfriend's parents to pay for everything.
When they got to their seats, Jim made sure Sarah was sitting between them. He usually would have put Ellen in the middle, but if she was, he wouldn’t get to talk with Sarah at all.
He wasn’t blind. He saw the way Quinn looked at her, and knew if he had anything to say about it, Sarah would be in their lives for a long time. He needed to bite the bullet and get to know her now.
They made some small talk, but once the game started, Sarah watched with a quiet intensity.
“You look a little confused,” he said, noticing Sarah's furrowed brow half way through the first period.
“I’m…” she paused, “I am.”
“What are you confused about?”
“I can look it up when we go to a commercial break,” she said, not wanting to be an inconvenience.
“I can answer you questions,” he offered.
“Okay,” she said, “but let me know if I'm talking too much.”
“How are you going to learn if you don't ask?” Ellen asked.
“I just…I don’t want to overwhelm you, or take you out of the game.”
Jim smiled, “we’ll let you know if you ask too many questions,” he assured. Most girlfriends he met would just watch, occasionally making comments. It was refreshing that Sarah wanted to understand Quinn's work so much.
When she smiled at him, he saw a flash of what had drawn Quinn to her. She was very pretty, but those bright, intelligent eyes made him want to talk to her. It was as if he knew she would be smart and interesting before she even said a word.
“Okay, so as I understand it, Dallas is running a 2-1-2 forecheck, right?”
Jim blinked and looked at Ellen, who was mirroring his startled expression.
“Right,” he said, confused as to where this was headed. Usually, when he had to explain the rules to someone new to hockey, their first question wasn’t about play strategy.
“So what I don’t understand is why the Canucks aren’t responding in kind. Wouldn’t it make sense to forecheck man to man?”
“Well, firstly, when you’re chasing the other team down, it's referred to as backchecking.”
“Okay, that makes sense."
He continued, “and it doesn’t always make sense to defend man to man. A lot of it depends on the way the coach wants the team to play."
“Okay, so can you explain the Canucks backchecking strategy to me?”
“You know,” Jim said instead of getting into the very complicated reasoning behind play selection, “when you said you had questions, I expected them to be about icing or something.”
“Oh, I asked Quinn and read the rules,” she said, flipping a hand, “I understand most of them now. I just don’t get the coach's motivation sometimes.”
He laughed, “Welcome to being a hockey fan.”
Some of her worry eased at his laughter. Of course Quinn was right. He knew his own family best.
They continued talking through the game. Jim was impressed with the ferocity at which Sarah wanted to understand. She knew more than most of the girls his kids had dated in the past, but it was fairly obvious she got most of her knowledge from reading. Sometimes, when play went into a gray area, she would make a noise in her throat as if that would scold the refs into calling by the book. Even when Quinn ended up in the penalty box for a cross check most of the stadium was up in arms about, she watched the replay, shrugged and said, “I think that call was probably justified.”
Even though the Canucks lost in overtime, it still gave them one of the three points they needed to get to the finals. The whole stadium was buzzing with possibility and hope.
They all left together and Ellen drove her home. When she kissed Quinn goodbye in the back seat, Sarah tried not to feel like an awkward teen getting chaperoned, as if they couldn't be trusted on their own.
Getting back to the condo, Jim was glad for some time alone with Quinn. These moments after big games were something he cherished now that they happened so infrequently.
“You guys really rallied back in the third to get that extra point. I'm proud of you."
“Thanks dad.”
They talked about and dissected the game over another slice of Sarah’s chocolate tart before Quinn asked, “how was dinner?”
“Good,” Ellen said, “though I wish she would have let us pay. She just kind of swooped in and took the bill.”
“She does that sometimes,” Quinn said.
Truthfully, he always hated when she did. He knew she didn’t have a ton of money, and he had more than he knew what to do with.
When he brought it up, she’d shushed him with a comment about being able to pull her own weight.
“She does it with you too?”
“Yeah, she talks about wanting to balance out.”
It was refreshing to find Sarah so independent. Jim didn’t worry about how she would fill her time when Quinn was on the road, or that she was only interested in him because of deep pockets or a ticket to fame.
“I don’t really know how you got her,” Jim said, “but I’m glad you did. She’s a really great girl.”
Quinn beamed, knowing it was the truth.
“I do think your mom’s right, though. You two need to have some conversations about the future. Set some expectations.”
“Yeah, I’ll talk with her about it.”
"You should invite her to the Reunion," his mom said, almost off handedly.
If they wanted her at the family reunion that summer, they saw the same potential he did.
"Okay, I will."
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I miss you. Quinn Hughes x Sarah Roberts (ofc)
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Title: I miss you.
Author: Tory / @tkwrites
Relationship: Quinn Hughes x Sarah Roberts (ofc)
Warnings: Mostly fluff, mentions of smut & p in v, but nothing particularly graphic.
Summary: After their longest separation of the summer, Quinn and Sarah reunite.
Word Count: 3,000
Comments: You all happened to pick the piece I had the most progress on for my next post, so good on you! This is way beyond the timeline I’ve posted so far. I have so much more planned for their summer, so stay tuned.
Thank you for all the support for this fic. I sometimes have to remind myself it isn’t a dream. Please let me know what you think, and if there’s anything in this series you’d like to see. Sending all the love.
I miss you.
A Quinn & Sarah Snapshot
Sarah was at the aquarium, taking samples from the tanks when her watch dinged with a text.
She knew it would be from Quinn. It was mid day in Michigan, about the time he finished with his morning workouts. He'd be headed home for lunch before whatever plans he had for the evening. She would call him on her break. It was their daily routine while they were in this less than ideal summer situation.
When she finally got the samples set to be tested and out of her gloves and lab coat, she pulled her phone from her bag.
“I'm taking my break,” she told Joshua, walking outside before he could respond.
Miss you like crazy, Quinn had sent along with a picture of the sun glinting off the water of their lake. Call me when you're free.
The phone didn't even have a chance to ring before his voice filled her ear, “hi.”
“Hey, that was quick.”
“I was already on my phone,” he said, “answered as soon as it popped up.”
She giggled.
“What are you up to today?” he asked.
She heard a chair scraping against the floor.
“Working,” she said, leaning against the building, letting the warmth from the brick soak into her back. “I'm testing our tanks for invasive micro algae.”
“That sounds thrilling,” he said.
She wondered if he was going outside when she heard a door shut. Maybe he was going into his room.
“It's tedious,” she agreed, “but if we catch it early we don't have to deal with a full on bloom later, which is a bitch to clean up. How about you?”
“Gym this morning,” he said even though she knew that part of his schedule.
“How’s your stick defending coming along?” she asked.
“Good,” he said, smiling that she remembered he was focusing on that today. “I finally managed to strip the puck from Jack pretty consistently.”
“Look at you go,” she praised. “What’s on the calendar for tonight?”
“We're going out for Penn's birthday.”
“That sounds fun.”
“More fun if you were here.”
“We both know that's not true,” she chastised. “I'm the worst at a party.”
“Well, it would be more fun for me.”
She snorted.
“Plus it would mean I could leave early.”
“You can still leave early.”
“Yeah, but it's easier when you're there.”
“I'm beginning to think half of this relationship is just the convenience of getting you out of social situations.”
He laughed.
She smiled at the sound. “God, I miss you so much.”
“I know. Me too. You're sure I can't fly you up for a weekend?”
“As much as I would love that, I don't want to interfere with family time.”
“You're not interfering with family time,” he insisted, “they'd be here too.”
“I mean,” she bit her lip, even though he couldn't see her, “I'd want you all to myself, and that's not fair when you don't see your family much as it is.”
“You want me all to yourself?” he repeated, his tone light and teasing.
“I do.”
“And why would you want that, Sarah Roberts?”
Her cheeks flamed, but she persisted, “so I don't have to just dream about you being inside me anymore.”
He groaned. “You dream about that?”
“For the past week,” she admitted. “I dream about it every night and then I wake up and you're not here.” She sighed, “and then I just have to try to figure it out by myself.”
He was booking a ticket to see her. She couldn't say something like that and expect him to just stay in Michigan. If she didn't want to come here, he'd go there. Or they could meet in the middle somewhere.
“I hear Utah’s beautiful this time of year,” he said.
She laughed. “Utah?”
“Yeah. We could meet in the middle. You know, see some red rocks.”
She hummed, grinning.
“Or I could just come back to Van and we could spend the weekend in my apartment.”
“Now that you say it, Utah does sound pretty appealing.”
Her tone was teasing, but he still found himself groaning.
“Come on," she said, "you could hike in some shorts and I can fantasize about your thighs all day.”
Quinn felt his face get hot, instantly glad he'd come out to the porch.
He knew she had a bit of a fetish for his thighs. He didn't understand it, but if it got her hot and bothered for him, he didn't really mind. “I can just do squats in my boxers like that one time.”
A few weeks after they started sleeping together, she was lounging in his bed the night before a game. When he thought she’d fallen asleep, he slipped on his boxers and did a round of squats, trying to keep his legs nimble. It was a routine he'd built in college and he didn't sleep well if he didn't do it, even now.
“Your thighs are so sexy,” she had said as she watched from the bed.
They'd had sex again, and she asked for reverse cowgirl, something they hadn't done yet. She rode him gripping his thighs so hard he was surprised he didn't have bruises the next day. He loved watching her back and feeling her at a new angle. Loved that after she came hard - fluttering around him, and milking him dry - she collapsed against him, back to chest, breathing hard. It was one of the hottest things he’d ever experienced.
Sarah often thought and dreamed about that night when they were apart - how his powerful thighs flexed under her grip when she rode him that way. It was a surefire way to get her riled up. The next time she saw him, she was going to lick him from knee to hip.
Something nagged at the back of her mind. “That's still taking you away from your family,” she said, “and I don’t want to disrupt your training.”
“Sar, my family gets it. We went from seeing each other every day to living in different countries. They know we miss each other. Besides, it would just be a weekend. I could fly in on Friday night and come back on Monday morning. I'd really only miss one day of training.”
There was a pause before she said, “Friday afternoon.”
“What?”
“I work a half day on Friday, so you should come in the afternoon.”
“Done.”
“Joshua's giving me the evil eye," she said as he looked at her pointedly through the window even though it had barely been ten minutes. "I have to get back to work.”
“That micro algae doesn’t wait.”
She laughed.
"I’ll let you know when I book my ticket.”
“I can’t wait to see you.”
Three days. Only three days.
Sarah was already in the parking lot when Quinn texted that his flight had landed. She’d come straight from work, not wanting to go home, even if it meant an extra thirty minutes in the cell phone lot.
Relaxing in the reclined drivers seat, she waited for him to tell her he was ready to be picked up.
After reading the same page four times, she tossed the book into the back seat. The thought of Quinn being by her side for the first time in 24 days was too distracting.
Closing her eyes, she thought about kissing him. She couldn’t wait to kiss him and kiss him and kiss him, no need to feel rushed, or worry that someone might come home earlier than expected.
The ache in her belly and the empty feeling in her mouth intensified.
Walking down now.
When she pulled up, he threw his bags in the back and threw himself into the passenger seat before she could get out to hug him.
“Welcome back,” she said with a grin.
He returned it as he leaned over the center console to kiss her cheek, “I missed you so much," he said, catching a whiff of her perfume.
As much as she wanted to kiss him right there, she knew the airport pickup lane wouldn't be the best place. There were already a few people looking at them. So she put the car in drive and started into the city as they talked about his flight.
He took her hand, brushing his thumb over her knuckles. The need in her stomach deepened.
The city slipped by as she drove. She somehow got to his street, though she didn���t remember making any of the turns.
Just as she was turning into the parking garage, Quinn remembered, “Oh, we can’t go to my place.”.
Sarah looked over at him, crestfallen. “Why not?” They were so close.
“They’re doing some kind of roof repair. I told them these dates were fine at the beginning of the summer, but didn’t remember until I got a notice from the building last night,” he said.
“So we go to mine?”
“I booked us a hotel so we wouldn't make your roommates uncomfortable,” Quinn said.
A smile melted onto Sarah’s face. He was so thoughtful. He made her feel seen and understood, loved and cared for. It was somehow more evident through their separation. He called every day, and always remembered what she was working on. His attention spelled love to her.
“What hotel?” she asked.
He pulled it up on his phone. It was a bed and breakfast he’d asked his mom to help him pick out. It was a ways out of the city, along the coast.
“Oh,” Sarah said, “we’ll have to stop by my place so I can pack.”
“You didn’t pack already?”
“None of my skincare and stuff, that’s already at your place."
Even knowing this was his fault for not telling her last night, Quinn found himself wishing she had somehow known so there wouldn’t be another delay to finally be alone together out of the car. Having her so close, and not kissing her was driving him wild.
After another twenty minutes that felt more like fourty, he followed her up to her apartment like a lost puppy.
When the door swung shut behind him, he finally - finally - wrapped his arms around her, sighing when she returned the embrace. He’d been waiting so long, too long.
“Are your roommates home?” he asked, nuzzling his nose into her neck.
“Jane might be,” Sarah said, backing into her room. She felt like she would explode if she put off kissing him one second longer.
The door to her room clicked shut, and Quinn pinned her against it, crushing his mouth to hers. He needed - he needed - God, he needed her. He’d been dreaming about it for too long without having her near enough to satisfy any of his hunger.
This arrangement wasn’t going to work for another year. Either she’d have to come to Michigan, or he’d have to stay in Vancouver. Maybe they could split the summer between the two.
The kiss was all at once passionate. Falling together into the heat of a moment that had been building for weeks apart and minutes separated by a car console.
His hands wandered over her body. He knew she wouldn’t be comfortable having sex here, so he brushed it aside and went on kissing her, refilling the Sarah shaped well inside him. He had been surviving on fumes and memories for far too long.
“I missed you so much.” he said against her mouth.
She pulled back so she could look into his eyes. They looked hazel in the light filtering through the sheer green curtains. “I’ve missed you too. Thank you for coming.”
“Like you could have stopped me after telling me you were dreaming about me,” he teased, leaning in to skim his lips over hers.
He often dreamed of her while they were apart, but the night after her admission, his dreams had been so intense that the next day, while they were out on the lake, Jack started teasing him for moaning and crying out in his sleep.
“Sarah,” he’d mocked, his voice thrown into a dramatic, porn star moan. “Oh, Sarah!”
Everyone else in the boat laughed.
None of them got it. Some of the guys had girlfriends, but they were all either living together or, at the very least, in the same state for the summer. Quinn was the only one separated from the woman he loved by several thousand miles.
When he'd told the family he was going to Van for the weekend, Jack had sighed dramatically and said, "finally I can get some sleep."
Quinn had flipped him off.
Sarah’s hands wove into his hair, and pulled his mouth flush to hers. Kissing him was…
Kissing Quinn was a symphony. Plush lips and warm tongue, the bitter zing of coffee mixed with the tart sweetness of cream in his mouth, the softness of his hair, the very real warmth of his skin, the smell of his cologne. God the smell of him, she’d missed it so much.
The door to the apartment opened and closed and the moment popped like a delicate soap bubble. Someone was home.
Quinn pulled away and pulled his bottom lip into his mouth.
“I should pack,” Sarah said, nearly whispering.
“Sarah?” Jane asked, “I saw your car. Are you okay? I thought Quinn was coming in today.”
Sarah turned and opened the door, “he did. I’m just packing before we go for the weekend.”
Quinn leaned around her to smile at Jane.
“Oh,” she said. “Have fun then.”
Sarah pulled out her weekender bag and threw some things into it. Truthfully, she did have things packed in the car, but they weren’t things for polite company when they would likely be going out to dinner instead of ordering doordash to his apartment. She needed some more normal clothes and her toiletries for this different weekend that he had suddenly sprung on her.
“See you Monday,” Sarah said, waving as they left.
Quinn collapsed onto the bed as soon as they got through the door. His backpack thudded off the side, and he didn’t even care.
“Tired?” Sarah asked as she crawled on the bed to lay next to him.
Rolling onto his side, he wrapped his arms around her. “Yeah. Give me thirty minutes and I’ll be raring to go.”
“It’s fine,” she said, brushing her hand up his forearm.
“But, we’re supposed to…”
“We’re supposed to be together,” she said gently, leaning in to brush her lips over his. “I’ve missed having sex with you, but I’ve missed cuddling, and talking face to face, and sleeping in the same bed with you too.”
Her voice was gentle and it put him in a kind of trance, relaxing him all over.
“You don’t mind?”
“No. We’ve got all weekend, and frankly I don’t want our first time back together to be sloppy tired.”
Letting out a relieved sigh, he pulled her against him. “I love you,” he said into her hair.
“I love you too, Quinn.”
When he woke, Sarah wasn’t with him. He looked around and found her on the balcony, reading her book. She looked so beautiful there, with the ocean behind her, and the breeze gently mussing her hair. He dug his phone out to snap a picture before she realized he was awake.
Glancing at the time, he was surprised to find he’d slept for two and a half hours.
He hauled himself out of bed and walked to the open sliding glass door, “why are you out here?”
She jumped, “Jesus, I didn't even hear you get up.”
He laughed.
She put a marker in her book. “I had to get up to go to the bathroom, and I didn’t want to wake you up getting back in bed, so I came out here.”
“Come back inside,” he said, extending his hand. The hair on the left side of his head was pushed up, and he looked adorable: warm and sleepy.
She followed him, slipping the book onto the breakfast table as they passed.
“No more waiting,” Quinn said quietly, pulling her against him.
“No more waiting,” she agreed before she pressed her lips to his.
Every time they had been together that summer, it had been rushed, racing to get to the end before anyone walked in on them. This kiss, though, this kiss was slow and passionate. It made Quinn’s knees weak. A small noise escaped his throat.
Sarah giggled against his mouth.
“Don't make fun,” he chastised, backing up until his legs hit the bed.
She pushed on his chest so he fell back. Scooting to the pillows, he tore off his shirt, desperate to have her skin against his.
“I'm not making fun,” she said, as she straddled his hips, “I'm just glad that it still works.” She reached for the hem of her top and stripped it off.
His eyes grew wide. The bra she had on was light purple with a lace panel covering the center of each breast. Other than that, it was sheer.
He gulped. “Have you been wearing that all day?”
She nodded, leaning down to kiss him.
Thank God he hadn't known that before. He would have certainly done something stupid if he did.
They took their time, slowly making love in a way that had been taken from them since May. They held eye contact, and touched with reverence.
When at last, he collapsed on top of her, his face in her neck, Quinn mumbled, “I am never going this long without seeing you again.”
She laughed and agreed.
After a few minutes of his weight fully on hers as they caught their breath, Sarah tapped his hip. “I need to get up,” she whispered.
“No,” he whined teasingly.
“Yes,” she insisted, wriggling underneath him.
He rolled to the side with a groan, and watched her pad to the bathroom.
After cleaning up, she went back to the bed, ready to lay down and be held by him.
He brought her against him. They were both still a bit flushed, and she relished the feeling of his heated skin against hers.
“I'm so glad you're here,” she said quietly.
"I'm so glad you're still mine," he said, pressing a kiss to her temple.
“It’s not like I threatened to leave.”
“I know.” He paused, adjusting to slot one of his legs between hers. “I just - I know it hasn’t been easy.”
“Nothing worth having ever is.”
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Second Nature - Quinn Hughes x ofc
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Title: Second Nature
Author: Tory / @tkwrites
Relationship: Pre-established: Quinn x Sarah
Warnings: Grief, mentions of dead parents, making out (if I missed any, let me know)
Summary: Sequel to Worth the Wait, Quinn and Sarah have their second date. Getting to know each other in many ways is like second nature.
Word count: 5,900
Comments: This took a long time to write. I caught the bug, got swamped at work, lost it and finally caught it again. I'd love to know what you think and what you'd like to see next in their little universe.
Second Nature
A Quinn & Sarah Snapshot
Quinn woke to three messages from Sarah. They had actually been delivered in the middle of the night - at 2am. He didn't see them until he stumbled into his bathroom in the morning, but they woke him right out of his listless journey to the sink.
Thank you for last night. It was the best first date I've ever been on.
I’d love to come over for dinner on Saturday.
Maybe send me your address and I'll come there and we’ll see where the night goes?
He did celebrate this time, pumping a fist in the air. It felt like a battle won that not only she was coming to his house and they could be alone, but also that he might be able to take her home. He felt like he’d slain a giant in winning her trust. Or, at least, he was on his way. He felt outrageously victorious.
Twenty minutes before she was supposed to arrive, his phone rang.
“Hey.”
“Quinn?”
“Sarah?’
“Yeah. Hey, it’s raining buckets out here. Do you think you could come get me from the station?”
“Of course,” he said, putting the asparagus he’d just pulled out of the fridge back into the dish, “I’ll be right there. Can you send me a pin?”
He washed his hands, shut off the stove and ran out of the apartment.
When he pulled out of the parking garage, his jeep was assaulted with rain. Huge, heavy drops of it that splashed and splattered over his windshield.
He called when he got close, and she sprinted to his idling SUV. He’d even thrown the door open for her.
“Oh my gosh,” she said, breathless, shutting out the heavy wind and rain, “I knew it was going to rain tonight, but I didn’t think it was gonna get this bad.”
He glanced over at her. “I’m glad you called. I wouldn’t want you walking in this mess.”
She giggled, “how noble of you.”
“I’m serious,” he said, turning onto his street, “you would have been soaked by the time you made it.”
It was true, she would have been. It had been shocking to come up from the platform and find that much water in the streets. It had only been drizzling when she left less than 20 minutes before.
After he pulled into the parking garage, and into his reserved parking space by the elevator, he sprinted around the car to open her door.
“Thank you,” she said, blushing. It had been a long, long time since someone had made such an effort.
He scanned into the elevator and up to the penthouse. Sarah watched the numbers count up, feeling a little dizzy when they finally stopped at twenty.
When he let her into the apartment, she was overcome. In general, Quinn seemed like a nice, really normal guy who just happened to play sports professionally for a living. Standing in this gorgeous, penthouse, though, she thought about how much money he must be making playing hockey. It was certainly much, much more than she could ever make as a zoologist. She would never dare to even dream of an apartment like this.
Her eyes caught on the floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the harbor and northern skyline. Even though everything was dark and moody outside, it made the warm, modern interior of his home feel more cozy.
“Can I take your coat?” he asked, resting his hands on her shoulders as she looked around. Quinn loved this apartment, and it fit every bill - close to the arena, comfortable, and big enough to have a party - but at times like this when someone was gazing around in awe, it made him a bit uncomfortable. He never wanted to be better than anyone else, and didn’t think he was, but sometimes, he wondered why he was the one to deserve a top story penthouse in Gastown.
“You have such a beautiful house,” she said, still looking around at the plush dark furniture and modern, sleek lines.
"Thanks. I can't take all the credit, though. It was furnished when I moved in."
"Still, it's so lovely," she said, taking her bag off her shoulder. It clinked when it hit the ground.
“Did you bring supplies?” he teased.
“I brought wine. I wasn’t sure what you were cooking, so I bought a red and a white.” she said, turning to face him as he pulled the jacket off her arm.
It was such a thoughtful thing for her to do that he paused for a moment before hanging her coat on the hook by the door.
It was something out of a dream to have her in his house in her jeans and simple, blousey top.
“I was just about to start cooking when you called, so come into the kitchen,” he said, taking her hand.
He led her through the open concept living space that butted up to a small formal dining room before they reached the long, narrow kitchen.
“Oh, I love your kitchen,” she said. “I've always loved a galley kitchen.”
He looked over his shoulder at her.
“My mom was an interior designer, so we talked about this kind of stuff a lot.”
“Yeah? What does your dad do?”
“My dad was an aerospace engineer.”
“Was?” he repeated, dread filling his limbs. Surely, he was just retired.
Her sad smile told him otherwise. “He died two years before mom did.”
Quinn set the wrapped salmon down and went to her.
“Sarah, I'm so sorry,” he said, gathering her against him.
“Thank you.” Accepting the embrace, she tucked her face into the curve of his neck and let him hold her. It was so rare for her to get this kind of physical affection, she relished it whenever it was offered.
He pulled away, and looked into her face. She was so strong. How could anyone be this strong? To lose both your parents by the time you were twenty-four? He didn’t know how he’d survive.
Suddenly, he was overcome with how much he liked her. Not just because she was pretty, which she was, but because she had so much character, so much strength in her spine.
The red of her top made the blue in her eyes brighter and more vivid than he'd seen before. Words fell out of his mouth, "God, your eyes are pretty."
“Thank you,” she said with a shy smile. “I really like your eyes too.”
He chuffed. “Brown. They're boring.”
She took a hold of his jaw and made him look at her. “They're not. Your eyes are the color of whiskey and I think they're really beautiful.”
A blush bloomed into his cheeks.
"Plus, aren't they a little hazel?" she asked, studying him, "they looked kind of green on Thursday."
He shrugged, "I've never really noticed."
Continuing to look into his eyes, Sarah decided they were hazel. Even in the kitchen light, she could see flecks of green in them.
Quinn was thinking about kissing her when she said, “so, how can I help?”
“I’m cooking you dinner,” he reprimanded, “you can open the wine and talk to me.”
A smile spread over her face.
He handed her the corkscrew, and she got to work. When she turned around to ask for glasses, he already had them out on the counter for her.
“So,” she did a little hop to sit on the counter next to where he was working, “how was your day?”
“Good,” he said, “practice this morning."
“What does that look like? When you have practice in the morning, I mean.”
“I’m usually up at 8, go to the rink and we have breakfast. Then we watch tape with some of the coaches, sometimes have a meeting, and then we’re on the ice for an hour or two. Then we have strength training, and lunch, and I’m off for the rest of the day unless we have a game.”
“Could you teach me?” she asked.
He looked up from snapping the ends off of the asparagus, “teach you what?”
“About hockey. I started watching your games with my roommate Eunice, last week but I still don't really understand a lot of the rules. It’s so confusing.”
“You never watched hockey before?” he asked, feeling a corner of his mouth turn up in a smile. She had started watching for him?
“I’m from the desert. Ice hockey wasn’t really on the PE docket.”
“And no one watched?”
“I’m sure some people did, but football was the big thing in my family. We were so thrilled when the Raiders came to Vegas, and we had our own team to cheer for.”
“There’s a hockey team in Vegas now,” he said, his tone light and teasing.
“I know,” she said, taking a sip of her wine.
His eyes followed her movements, drinking in the shape of her mouth on the rim of the glass.
“So you won’t teach me? You’re just going to let me flounder all on my own?” she teased when he didn’t answer.
Laughing, he slid the asparagus into the oven before putting the salmon into a hot pan. It sizzled and snapped, and he stepped back to avoid getting hot oil on himself.
Once that was done, he moved to stand in front of her.
Instinctively, her knees widened so he could stand between them.
“I’d love to teach you about hockey,” he said.
This was ultimate flirting in Quinn’s book. Something he knew he could do. When someone wanted to talk about music, or art or classic cars, he was a fish out of water. But talking hockey? He could do that all day long. Convincing someone to like the sport he loved so much? There wasn't a more ideal situation.
“Oh, good,” she said, leaning forward to kiss him.
This was a perfect evening. Casual and comfortable. Cooking for someone he - liked, and kissing her whenever he wanted, taking no worry of who might be watching.
Letting himself get swept up in the kiss, he slid his hands over her hips and tried to commit her scent to memory. No matter what happened - though he was pretty sure nothing bad was ever going to happen with Sarah - he wanted to remember this. She smelled like a dream he’d had as a boy. Like vanilla and warm skin and fireside, summer nights. It was an outlandish notion, but he couldn’t shake it.
All her life, Sarah had read stories about star-crossed, fated lovers thrown together by chance and circumstance and serendipity. But those were all just stories. Even when her grandpa talked about meeting her grandma - like they were always meant to be together, and just had to find each other to make it happen - it seemed like folklore. A tall tale he spun to make their love story seem more epic.
These past few weeks with Quinn made her realize how it could be possible to meet someone and decide that marrying them seven days later was a good idea. She’d never do that, but experiencing this kind of attraction first hand made her grandparents seem a little less crazy.
She didn’t know Quinn very well, but in a way it felt like she’d somehow known him all along. Everything felt so comfortable with him.
Something popped on the stove and Quinn pulled away to check on it. His tongue darted over his plush bottom lip, pulling it into his mouth briefly as he flipped the salmon. The action made something in Sarah ache for him.
“How was your day?” he asked. “Were you at the aquarium?”
“No, I’m usually only there Tuesday through Friday. I was working a special shift when you came in that Monday because we had so many school field trips that day.”
They could have missed each other so easily, the fact of it made him a little dizzy.
“I finished all my midterms on Thursday, so I actually took the weekend off. My roommates and I went to the market this morning, and then I finished a bunch of stuff I’ve been putting off because of school.”
“So it was a good day?” he asked.
She nodded, “better now that I'm here.”
Quinn felt himself grin.
“This is so good,” she said after her first bite.
“Thank you.”
“Thank you for cooking,” she said, “It’s such a treat to get a home cooked meal.”
His shock must have shown his face.
She laughed, “I never have time to cook with school and work. I’m usually eating a sandwich for dinner.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. "That was my freshman year whenever I was away from the dining hall."
“Yeah? I assumed you didn’t go to college. I thought players were drafted and that was that.”
He shrugged. “I actually played a year of college hockey before I was drafted. Some guys don't need any extra development after the draft, my younger brother Jack didn’t. But some guys need a few years in college or the minors before they're ready. I needed a little more development before I could come into the NHL, so I played another year at Michigan.”
“Did you like it?”
"College?" She nodded and he continued, "I loved it. It was time for me to move up to the NHL, but I wouldn’t have been too mad to stay there until I graduated.”
“Did you finish your degree?” she asked.
“Yeah. In Communications.”
“Did your mom teach you to cook?”
Quinn couldn’t help but snort, “no.”
Realizing how rude that sounded, he rushed to explain, “my mom is a great cook, but I really had to learn over COVID when I wasn’t allowed out.”
“You weren’t allowed out?” she repeated.
“They were really concerned about us getting sick, so the only time we could go out was to go to the rink or to games.”
“That sounds awful.”
“It was, and I still got COVID twice,” he said ruefully. “So I had to learn to cook because I couldn’t go out to eat. I watched a lot of cooking shows,” he admitted with a smile.
“So what do your parents do?”
“Mom stayed at home, mostly, but she did broadcasting for women's hockey for a while before she had us kids, and dad was a development coach for a long time in the AHL and NHL.”
An amused smile spread over her lips, “so you really had no choice, did you? It was all hockey all the time in your house.”
“I mean, my parents would have been happy with whatever we decided to do, but it was pretty impossible to avoid.”
Her smile got bigger, and Quinn found himself smiling back.
“When did you start playing?”
“When I was three.”
He jumped on a question of his own before she could get another one in, “when did you know you wanted to study the ocean?”
Smiling, she rolled her eyes at herself. “It was a pretty classic girl who grows up in a desert, land-locked state is obsessed with what she doesn’t have. But it really kicked into gear when I moved to Hawaii after I graduated with my undergrad.”
“Hawaii?” he asked.
She swallowed hard and took a sip of wine, “yeah. I moved pretty soon after my dad died. I got an internship working for a conservation group on Kauai, and just kind of ran away with it,” she said. “I felt like I found my calling there in a way.”
“Why didn’t you study there?”
“Well, it’s really expensive to live and study in Hawaii,” she said, “and my mom died, and I found out pretty soon after that I couldn’t be that far away from my family.”
This was the second time she’d mentioned needing to be close by family. Quinn felt like there was something she wasn’t telling him, but didn’t want to push, it would probably come out with time.
They finished their meal in companionable conversation, getting to know each other more. He learned about her research on octopus social behavior, and she learned about some of his teammates, who were his best friends in the city.
Sarah insisted on doing the dishes. “I may not be much of a cook, but I do know how to clean,” she said.
Quinn followed her into the kitchen. He was getting antsy. He wanted to kiss her.
“What did you have in mind for the rest of the night?” she asked, looking up from loading plates in the dishwasher.
Making out. Really, he wanted to pull her into his bed, but he was only one half of that equation and the last thing he wanted was to scare her away now.
“I'm not really sure. I figured we'd figure it out together,” he said.
Something in Sarah melted a little at his words. It was good to have a plan sometimes. And sometimes, it was good to let the evening take you where it wanted.
Meeting his eyes, she said, “I like the sound of that.”
After a house tour, they ended up upstairs, on his favorite couch. Gray suede softer than anything he’d ever owned. He'd been meaning to ask his real estate agent if he could take it with him when he left.
Fingers entwined, she tugged him closer, letting her lips fall against his.
A distinct feeling of, finally, seeped through Quinn as he deepened the kiss. One hand woven into her hair, while the other caressed her waist.
Sarah’s fingers slid behind his neck, pulling him closer. God, she wanted him so much closer.
A breathy moan escaped her mouth when he brushed his tongue over hers just so.
Her body drove her next actions, pulling herself into his lap, knees bracketing his hips as she rested her weight on his thighs.
He sucked in a deep breath.
She pulled away to look into his face, “is this okay?”
“Yeah,” he said, nodding too fast, he didn’t want her to go anywhere. He hadn’t been shocked so much as trying to brace himself.
Smiling, she leaned in again. Just as their lips met, words she'd been thinking for the past eleven days tumbled out of her mouth and into his, “I really like you, Quinn.”
His heart twisted at the tenderness, and he pulled back to look into her eyes as he responded, “I really like you, too, Sarah.”
His sincerity burrowed into her and hummed there, heating her from the inside out. Nudging his mouth with hers again, she sighed. This kiss was far more tender and slow than any of the ones before. It wasn’t so much passion as it was an expression of gratitude for companionship, and hope for the future.
In a way, these kinds of beginnings in their relationship felt perfunctory, like they needed to get through them in order to get to the good stuff. Still, Quinn didn’t want to rush.
Their kiss in the kitchen felt like a glimpse into a future time when the awkwardness of firsts was done away. It had taken months to get that comfortable with his last girlfriend, June. She hadn’t been as into him as he’d been into her (and hadn't been afraid to wield that fact like a sword), so that had been most of the problem. He didn’t get that game playing vibe from Sarah; just this reciprocated, gentle passion like he’d never experienced before. They even seemed to naturally kiss at the same pace.
Her kisses were unlike anything he’d experienced. Hot, of course, but there was an underlying tenderness and safety he hadn’t known he was seeking.
It didn’t take long for the gentleness to evaporate. After a few minutes, Sarah angled herself closer. Desperate to feel more of his skin, her fingers snuck under his shirt, splaying over his stomach.
He grunted at the skin to skin contact and felt his temperature spike.
That was it. With that sexy grunt, she was a woman possessed. “Can I take this off?” she asked, tugging at the hem of his shirt, too anxious to wait for a more natural moment.
He leaned away from the couch to grab the collar and stripped the fabric over his head before throwing it on the floor.
Giggling, she went back to kissing him, letting her hands explore his shoulders and chest. Feeling the smattering of coarse hair there, visions of how it would feel brushing her own chest flooded her mind. She had to stop herself from rubbing up against him like a cat.
His hands snuck under her shirt, and set fire to her skin. Sitting back on his thighs, she stripped her shirt off, letting it drop to the floor by his.
Quinn sucked in a shallow breath. His heart kicked forcefully into his spine as if to ask, are you seeing this?
He was and he couldn't believe it either.
The bra she wore was dark blue, and cradled her breasts so they swelled gently above the fabric. Lace peeked over the solid lining, drawing shapes on her skin.
It had been a stroke of genius when she decided to buy this bra, even though at the time, she didn’t have anyone but herself to wear it for. Comfortable for the most part, it made her boobs look killer: pushed up and round. It was a confidence booster to just wear it under her clothing. Getting ready earlier in the day, Sarah knew herself well enough to know there was more than a slim chance she'd end up losing her shirt. She wanted this to be the first bra he saw her in.
Finally forcing his eyes up to her face, he found her nervously biting her lip, a hopeful sort of look in her eyes.
“You’re…" He didn’t want to come off cheesy, or like he was trying too hard, but eventually, he just said what was going through his mind. Cheese be damned. "Jesus, you’re so pretty, Sarah.”
She flushed the most adorable shade of pink. “Thank you.”
He pulled her in to kiss her again. He wanted her so much.
“Leave that on,” she said, moving his hands away from the clasp of her bra, not quite ready for him to see the stretch marks and asymmetry of her breasts.
“Okay,” he whispered against her lips, entwining his fingers with hers.
It was such a respectful, sweet gesture that she almost took her bra off anyway just because she liked him so much.
The temptation to look at her more grew too strong and he pulled away.
He kept their hands laced together as his eyes roved over her, from her soft stomach to the curve that dipped from hip to chest.
His eyes caught on something dark peeing out from under the band of her bra.
“Do you have a tattoo?” he asked.
She nodded, lifting her left arm and twisting her torso to show him.
“Is it a tree?”
Looking down, she realized that while the roots and poem intertwined into them were visible, the thick band of this bra covered most of the design.
Her hands were moving before she really had time to think it through. The need to know if he would accept this part of her consumed her until she was doing something she'd just asked him not to. Consequences be damned. She wanted to show him this part of herself - this reminder she'd had permanently added to her body.
Quinn watched, enthralled, as she wrapped her right arm in front of her to cup her left breast, reaching back to unsnap her bra with the other hand. His mind raced with images of his hands replacing hers.
Keeping her bra flush to her, she dropped her left shoulder until the strap fell, pulling the band forward.
Even though he knew she would stay covered, his breathing still jumped when she lifted her arm.
“The tree is based on a beech tree that was in my grandma's backyard. We used to play in it all the time.”
"Can I touch it?" he asked reverently.
"Yeah," her voice was breathy.
The tree was a sepia photograph - dark brown, expertly detailed roots, trunk and branches leading up to lighter, autumn toned leaves that looked as if they might just blow away with the right gust of wind.
“What do the roots say?” he asked, tracing his finger over the fine cursive text, looping and weaving itself among the chaotic web of lines.
Goosebumps rippled over her skin.
“It’s a poem my mom had hanging in our house. It says, ‘Good timber does not grow with ease: / The stronger the wind, the stronger the trees; / The further the sky, the greater the length; / The more the storm, the more the strength. / By sun and cold, by rain and snow, / In trees and men good timbers grow.’”
It had been a long time since someone had seen her tattoo close enough to ask about the poem, and she’d had to recite it. Saying the words out loud after so long choked her voice with emotion. She tried to not let it overwhelm her, but it was like trying to stop a dam from collapsing when it had already cracked. Tears pooled in her vision.
Quinn stared at her for a few heartbeats, terrified to fail, before his common sense and advice from his mom kicked in. His first thought was to hold her, but she would probably be uncomfortable with her bra undone like it was. So, he threaded the strap back onto her shoulder and clumsily hooked the clasp together - that was something he’d never done before - before wrapping his arms around her.
Sarah was stunned, but welcomed the embrace, resting her head on his shoulder. This act of receiving care and comfort when she started to cry, only made her want to cry more, this time out of gratitude.
This was something she’d never dared to say out loud when her friends asked about the kind of man she wanted. It was impossible to explain to someone that had never lost a loved one. She wanted a man who wasn’t afraid of her grief, and wouldn’t try to solve it. She’d written that very phrase in her journal, and it seemed the Universe held onto that wish until both she and Quinn were ready.
“What can I do?” he asked, feeling so inadequately prepared.
A small laugh chuffed out of her mouth at the absurdity that he felt he needed to do more. “This is enough. This is exactly what I need.”
A sigh breathed through his body and he tightened his hold around her.
It was a bizarre situation. Cuddling on their third date with shirts off because Sarah had started crying over a poem her mother had loved. It wasn’t where she had envisioned the night to be going in the slightest.
She sat up and blinked the moisture on her lashes onto her finger, leaving streaks of mascara on her skin. “I’m sorry.”
He shook his head, letting his hands rest at her hips. When he’d called her for advice, his mom told him how sometimes, grief just came up and swept you away, and the best thing he could do as a support was be there. Be a physical presence, tethering her to the shore so she could find her way back.
A forced little, self conscious laugh escaped her chest, and she reached behind to re-clasp her bra. He’d done up only two of the three clasps and on the wrong hooks.
“That was my first time,” he said, self-deprecating. “Can you tell?”
She laughed - fully, out loud - and it banished the tears from her eyes.
“I really like this,” he said, brushing his thumb over the roots winding to the front of her ribcage. “I like that it’s something so important to you, and has so many memories in it. It’s not like one of those sticker tattoos, you know?”
One of those adorned her thigh. A heart small enough, it could be mistaken for a birthmark in the right light. She’d gotten it on a drunken dare, and was glad she’d had enough sense at the time to at least pick something simple.
“You don’t like sticker tattoos?”
“Tattoos are so permanent, I think they should mean something. I have a friend that has a whole bunch of dumb stuff tattooed on his arm just because he can.”
Quinn’s hand was still on her side. The feeling of his warm palm on her skin was grounding and comforting.
The rest of the night was spent kissing and cuddling. Her bra stayed on, though she thought about flinging it across the room more than once when he asked if he could touch her there, and then did, heating her blood to a boil.
When Quinn’s phone buzzed with an alarm at 11, he pulled away reluctantly and smiled at her dazed, over-kissed expression. Memorizing the feeling of her skin to sustain him through the night, he ran his palm from its place on the back of her neck to the small of her back.
When he spoke, his voice was quiet, almost as if he was trying to keep himself from hearing it. “I’m really sorry, I have practice in the morning, and a game tomorrow.”
She nodded, pursing her lips, which were flushed and more pouty than usual. “Can you take me home, then?”
The last remnants of the test anxiety he’d been feeling blew away. “Of course.”
Watching unashamedly as she pulled her shirt on, Quinn tried to commit the way she moved to memory. He wanted to remember everything about this night.
Reaching for his hand, Sarah still felt a small thrill when he took it as they walked to the elevator.
As she directed him to her apartment in Yaletown, she watched his profile in the city lights.
“Have you broken your nose?”
Laughter bubbled out of him, and he glanced over. “Yeah, a couple of times. Why?”
“I just wondered,” she said, “You have a really distinctive nose.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“Yes.”
She told him to turn left and pointed to her building.
He stopped in front of her apartment building. “Are you still taking tomorrow off?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you…” he didn’t know why he was so nervous about this, “do you want to come to the game? I can get you a ticket.”
A smile beamed over her face, “I’d love that. Do you think my roommates could come too? They’d never forgive me if I went without them.”
“Sure.”
“Am I supposed to wear your jersey?”
He grimaced and shook his head, “no. Just wear whatever you want. I always think it’s kind of weird when girls wear my jersey.” In some ways, he’d love to see his name across her back, but not at a game. She’d be just another fangirl there.
“Okay.” she leaned over the console to kiss him.
He fumbled for the gear shift and slid the car into park.
"I'll see you tomorrow, then," she said when she pulled away a while later.
After watching her scan into the building, Quinn drove the ten minutes home knowing, having won her trust in this way, he would sleep like a rock.
Both Eunice and Jane were in the living room when Sarah opened the apartment door. Eunice immediately shut off the TV, effectively blowing their cover that they were awake for any other reason than talking to her.
"How was it?" Jane demanded.
Sarah allowed herself a moment of self indulgence, and sank dramatically into the giant black chair Jane had inherited from her cousin's best friend’s brother or something equally convoluted.
"It was so good."
"Did you fuck?"
"Eunice," Jane reprimanded, rolling her eyes. "It was only their second date."
"So? I'd be stripping him down the second I got him alone."
Sarah cut in before Jane could snark back or Eunice could say something even worse, "No, we didn't. But we made out and if it's any indication of what's to come, it'll be amazing."
"Tell us everything."
The last time Sarah had rehashed a date minute for minute, she'd been in Hawaii, home from the first of many dates with her last boyfriend. She'd forgotten how exciting it could be.
"Oh man," Eunice said when she was done. "That sounds so magical."
"It really was."
"I like the way you talk about him, like it's fate or something." Jane said dreamily.
"It feels like fate," Sarah admitted. "It feels like something just plopped us together."
Eunice sighed. "I want that so much."
"Oh, I almost forgot. Quinn invited me to the game tomorrow."
"Oh, that's exciting," Eunice said, voice lacking any and all excitement. She was failing to look like she wasn't pouting.
"I told him you'd never forgive me if I went without you, so he's getting tickets for all three of us."
"Really?" Eunice squealed as she took Jane's hands, forcing her to stand and started jumping around the living room. "I've never been to a game in person! Is he getting us rinkside?"
"I don't know. I didn't ask. I was just glad he was getting three tickets."
"You have to wear his jersey. I have one you can borrow."
"Oh," Sarah paused, "he actually told me he didn't want me to."
Eunice looked perplexed for a long moment before she continued her jumping that was sure to wake their downstairs neighbors. “I'll wear it then.”
The following evening, Quinn wasn't sure what to expect as he skated out for warm up. He'd sent Sarah the tickets and asked if she would stay after the game so he could take her home, which she'd agreed to. He had warned her it might be a while before he was ready to go, and she’d assured him she would bring a book. He didn't ask her if she would be there for warm ups or if she would be down at the glass instead of up by the box.
He did a lap, and didn't see her. He felt on edge in a way he didn't usually before a game. Hockey was something he could practically do in his sleep. It was a learned and inherited skill he'd been honing for the past 18 years. But knowing she was watching made him a little bit nervous.
When he went back to run some passing drills, he spotted her at the glass wearing a simple blue shirt that matched his colors under a black jacket. Her hair was in an intricate braid, twined around her head like a crown. She looked so much better than she would have wearing a jersey.
He skated over to her and knocked on the glass to get her attention.
Her roommate shrieked and Sarah turned. A beautiful, easy smile bloomed on her face. He smiled back in a way he usually didn't allow himself to in public.
He grabbed a puck and tossed it over the glass for her. It was dumb, he knew that, but it was all he had to offer at that moment.
When he went back into the drill, Conor was the first to skate up beside him, "who is that?"
Quinn felt himself blush and tried to brush it off, but Petey saddled up to both of them.
"Is that Sarah?" He asked.
"Sarah?" Conor repeated, a smirk on his face. "Who is Sarah?"
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Elimination - Quinn Hughes x ofc
gif by @thombordeleau
Title: Elimination
Author: Tory / @tkwrites
Relationship: Pre-established: Quinn x Sarah
Warnings: Sad Quinn, fluff and comfort, smut (18+ only), unprotected sex, p in v, oral (f receiving), if I missed any others, please let me know.
Summary: When the Canucks are eliminated from the Stanley Cup Playoffs, Sarah offers Quinn a kind of comfort he didn’t know he needed.
Word count: 4,200
Comments: This snapshot has been a long time coming. The idea of Sarah comforting Quinn the way she does came to me while I was driving to work one day, and I immediately wrote it down. It took me quite a while to figure Quinn’s family into the story, including his brothers (yes! They're finally here!).
As I was editing the comfort scene, I found the story continuing in a way I didn’t really expect, but mirrored Before I meet your parents… in a way I couldn’t ignore.
If you enjoy it, please let me know by commenting or reblogging! Your comments really do inspire me to keep writing!
Elimination
A Quinn & Sarah Snapshot
The playoffs were a whole different beast than Sarah had become accustomed to. Not only was the season much longer than any of the guys were used to, practices were more intense and heated, video more in depth, the need for rest and recovery more acute. She knew first hand how tired the team was because she knew first hand how tired Quinn was.
In the first round, they'd lost the first game in the series before rallying to win the next three. The Kings won one more before the Canucks stamped them out with the last win coming on home ice in overtime. Despite the final score only being 1-0, it was the most exciting game Sarah had ever been to.
When she was sitting with Quinns family, Luke had taken to teasing her in that little brother way every time her hands ended up clutching her face with each shot directed at Demko or Talbot.
“Calm down, Sarah,” he’d said, when she jumped in her seat, hands flying up to cover her mouth as Demko barrel rolled to stop another shot from Kopitar.
She'd sent a playful glare his way, “I'm surprised Kylee hasn't told you you should never tell a woman to calm down. That's a surefire way to get yourself into trouble.”
Kylee, who was sitting on Lukes other side, snorted. “Oh, I have. He just doesn’t listen.”
Luke took it in stride and laughed. He reminded Sarah so much of her oldest nephew, Ryan. Good natured, friendly and a little bit goofy once she broke through that shy shell.
Sarah glanced at Jack, who was sitting with his some of his cousins farther down the row. His eyes darted away, as if caught staring at something he shouldn’t.
The strained way he acted around her was getting better, but he was still pretty standoffish toward her. When she asked Quinn what she could do to fix it, he said to just give it time, and Jack would come around eventually. He didn’t think it was actually anything about her, but rather Jack needing time to adjust to the situation.
“I think he finally realized how serious I am about you.”
“You’re serious about me?” she’d asked, all flirty lashes and coy smiles.
“You know I am,” he’d responded before leaning in to kiss her.
So, she turned back to the game, giving Jack time and hoping he would see how much she loved his older brother and that she only meant well.
When Garland shot the overtime goal off a picture perfect pass from Quinn, he managed to catch Talbot above the blocker, sending the puck sailing into the back of the net with a definitive whoosh.
The arena erupted into a wall of sound.
The entire team, clad in blue, spilled onto the ice, throwing helmets and gloves, crowding around Conor and Thatcher.
Quinn was ecstatic that evening. Practically bouncing off the walls of the club they went to to celebrate. Sarah had never seen him so loud - caught up in the atmosphere and moment.
Halfway through the night, he pulled her into a dim corner and kissed her so thoroughly, she actually considered pulling him into the dingy bathroom to have her way with him right then.
Jack interrupted, drunkenly loud, and demanded that Quinn come with him for a round of shots.
Quinn paused, meeting Sarah’s eye.
“Go celebrate,” she encouraged, trying her best to not come between them. She and Quinn could find a spare moment to celebrate on their own later.
With his family in his house, that moment hadn’t come, but she was glad to see Quinn celebrating so heartily with his brothers.
In the second round, after three straight losses to the Predators, Vancouver battled, forcing game five, before dominating in Nashville two nights later, selling their comeback story.
When they got back to town, the whole city was buzzing.
Despite the excitement, game six was awful to watch. Sarah had her hands over her mouth through most of it.
Now that they were fighting to tie, and the Preds were fighting, once again, to clinch the series, Nashville was playing dirty: exploiting every Canucks weakness they could find. They needled, drawing penalty after stupid, preventable penalty until they were three goals up at the end of the second period.
Quinn was exhausted. Sarah could see it in his skating and in the slumped set of his shoulders as they went into the dressing room for the intermission.
She sent him a text, I’m so proud of you.
He didn't reply, but they battled back, holding off all Preds offense and getting within a goal by the time Demko was pulled at the end of the third. Quinn battled fiercely to keep the puck in the offensive zone for more than a minute, giving a master class on body-eye coordination as he skirted the blue line, dodging Nashville players as if someone were controlling him with a top ice view.
Their passes were perfect: tic-tac-toe from Quinn to Mikheyev to Lafferty, but as Sam tried to get the puck to Höglander, the pass was intercepted.
Nashville fought to center ice and chipped the puck into the Vancouver end.
Quinn chased it, but he just didn't have enough in the tank. He caught up just as the puck bounced back out of the open net.
Full of frustration and despair, he smacked it into the boards. Caught at just the right angle, the puck ricocheted back at him, and he had to lift a hand to block it from hitting him in the face.
Sarah could practically see the frustrated embarrassment radiating off him as he skated to sit down.
Demko was pulled again and Quinn managed to get the empty netter back, but through the ugly march of time, the clock expired before they could score another.
The buzzer sounded and Nashville celebrated, throwing equipment all over the ice, all hugging and jumping as the Canucks limped into the dressing room.
Even despite the disappointment of losing, everyone was thrilled to see them get this far. Going from the middle of the pack last season to top of the league this year was no small feat. She knew Quinn wouldn’t be satisfied until they got the cup, but she was so proud of him.
He sent a text, telling them to go home and he would meet them there when he was done with the media.
It was torture for Sarah to have to leave and wait for him. She wished she could go down to the dressing room, but knew not only would she not be allowed in, Quinn would hate it. He would want to talk with her privately.
Everyone was subdued as they puttered around the apartment, waiting for him. Both Jack and Luke were on their phones, sprawled out over the living room furniture, while Ellen, Jim and Kylee were doing something in the kitchen. Sarah was too nervous to even distract herself. Quinn had lost before, of course, but she’d never seen him lose like this — not this kind of a season-ending, brutal loss.
When the elevator dinged, Sarah jumped to her feet, his family following suit, clambering into the living room.
To her surprise, Quinn came straight to her, not even bothering to shut the door behind him. His suit was rumpled, his tie attempting to slither out of his breast pocket. When she wrapped him in her arms, he practically collapsed against her.
Ellen knew Quinn loved and trusted Sarah and that he spent far more time with her these days, but it was still a bit shocking when he bypassed them all to go straight to her for comfort.
Sarah reacted in a way Ellen never had and upon seeing the scene play out, she realized Sarah’s reaction may have been something Quinn had been longing for for a long time.
She would usually hug him for a while, before talking him down. They would soon end up dissecting shifts and plays. He would lament how he could have been better, and she would try to comfort him while still being realistic.
Sarah just stood there, holding him. She didn't say a word, even when Quinn started to cry softly. She just ran a hand into his wet hair, while the other traveled slowly up and down his back.
She didn't assure or placate him, or even try to get him to stop crying. She just let him express the emotion without judgment or commentary. It hit Ellen suddenly that Sarah reacted this way because she had dealt with so much sorrow in her life, she knew how to comfort in these hard moments.
The family stood by and watched. She didn’t look up and meet their eyes with a conspiratorial, he’ll be alright, look, or invite them into the embrace. Her whole intention was focused on Quinn.
While it was sweet to see them together in this way, it was also a little awkward to watch, especially for the boys, who looked like they had no idea what to do.
It was full minutes before anyone said anything, and even then, it was just Sarah asking if he wanted to sit down. He shook his head so she did a little two-step, and kept on.
As Ellen watched them interact, it was obvious how much they meant to and understood each other. It was so sweet to witness her son finding the person he needed that she pulled out her phone to record them, wanting to document the moment.
When they finally spoke, Ellen was glad she was filming.
“I let everyone down,” Quinn said, his voice choked with emotion, just above a whisper.
“No.” Her voice was quite loud, the word definitive, leaving no room for doubt. It was a bit shocking to hear Sarah be so forceful.
Taking his jaw, she gently lifted his head up so he had to look into her eyes.
“No,” she repeated, her voice a little softer now. “This wasn't only your fault, and it didn't happen because of anything you did by yourself.”
Ellen wasn’t sure she would go that far… If he had gone for a change, someone with fresh legs may have been able to chase down that empty netter.
“You don’t win as a team, but lose by yourself. That’s not how this works.”
Now she understood where Sarah was going.
“I know this run is ending sooner than you wanted and I'd be more concerned if you weren't sad.” She paused for a long moment, looking into his eyes as if she was searching for something. When she didn’t find it, she continued, “I just - I want you to remember that I don't love you because you play hockey.”
His lower lip trembled and Ellen felt hers do the same.
“I love you because of this big, kind heart,” she said as she pressed a hand to his chest, “and because of this brilliant, thoughtful mind,” her other hand slid into the hair at his temple. “And those are the same as they were this morning. You're so much more than hockey.”
He was looking at her like she'd hung the moon.
Ellen felt tears slip down her own cheeks. All her life, she’d been trying to strike a balance with her boys - trying to find the right way to tell them hockey was just a part of who they are. And here Sarah was, walking into their life, and saying the exact thing Ellen had been trying to say all along.
Right then and there, the remaining reservations she had about Sarah were swept onto the back burner. She knew it would still take some getting used to, but how could she not love this woman standing in front of her, telling her son she loved him for who he was and not for the things he did? It was all she could ask for as a mother.
She glanced over at Jack, who looked a little dumbfounded, as if seeing Sarah for the first time. Luke was smiling in a glad, knowing way, his arm looped around Kylee.
Jim, standing on Ellen’s other side had a mixture of pride and disappointment on his face. Ellen knew he was going to battle with himself at the thought of Quinn crying over being eliminated. When they were kids, he would have told the boys to buck up, despite Ellen’s insistence it was okay for them to express their sadness for a little while.
The happiness at seeing someone accept Quinn as he was won out, and Jim put his arm around Ellen with a conspiratorial smile.
“Of course you’re going to be sad,” Sarah continued. “Like I said, I’d be more concerned if you weren’t. But you,” she poked him gently in the chest to emphasize her point, “sure as hell didn’t let me down.”
Quinn threw his arms around her in a fierce hug. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
He wiped at his eyes, then turned to the family. They embraced him one by one.
After she’d hugged Quinn, Ellen went to Sarah, “I don’t know how you did that,” she said, pulling her close, “but that was exactly what he needed.”
When Quinn made his way back to Sarah, he kissed her temple. His eyes were still red, cheeks still splotched with color, but he looked settled. Not satisfied or happy, really, but settled.
Later that night, Ellen sent the video to her sister, making her promise to not share it with anyone. She just needed someone else to see the tenderness.
Oh, Elle, I'm so glad Quinn finally found a good one. I can't wait to meet her.
At the same time Ellen was texting her sister, Quinn was lying next to Sarah in bed. Her words from earlier replaying over and over again in his thoughts.
He'd practically begged her to stay over. She hadn't planned to with his family in the house, but he felt a bit needy and wanted the comfort of her next to him.
“Thank you for tonight,” he said, turning to her.
She rolled onto her side so they were face to face. “I'm always gonna be in your corner, Quinn.”
Leaning in, he kissed her - gently at first, but it soon turned more passionate.
The fact that they would be apart before too long was on both their minds as they made love that night.
“Oh, Quinn. Right there, right there,” she chanted, voice soft.
The simple fact that he could make her feel this way made his heart feel full to bursting. At least he hadn't lost that.
Keeping eye contact, his hand traced to her left knee and pulled it up over his hip. He didn’t want her to have the same old orgasm. Not tonight. A big part of him wanted to prove he could still excel here.
Head tipping back, Sarah panted.
His other hand came up to guide her chin back down.
The way she clenched around him when their eyes met made his hips stutter.
She lifted herself up to catch his mouth. It changed the angle of his thrusts, making his whole body quiver. He tried to brace against it, slowing down and concentrating on kissing the breath out of her.
It worked in that they were both breathless before too long, but didn't ease the feeling of being pulled to the very edge of his restraint. The competitive streak inside him wasn't about to allow himself to come before she did - especially not tonight, when he had so much left to prove.
“No,” she gasped when he pulled away. “I was right there.”
He laughed into her skin. “I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart,” he said, before tracing his mouth over her clavicle and trailing his tongue between her breasts, savoring the salty taste of her skin.
The blankets pulled with him as he settled between her legs, and Sarah gasped as the cool air of his room hit her.
She looked so ethereal in a pool of soft light from one of the skylights, her chest rising and falling at a hurried, steady pace.
“God, you're beautiful,” he whispered.
Times like these, Quinn still wasn’t quite sure how he’d managed to find Sarah. She seemed to be his perfect match in every way. It wasn’t always smooth sailing - nothing ever was. This summer was sure to take a toll on their relationship. He knew, somehow, they would come out on the other side, better and stronger, but all the same, he wasn’t looking forward to spending so many nights without her.
Pushing that worry out of his mind, he concentrated the task at hand and lowered his mouth to her hot center.
It was his turn to give thanks.
She was acutely aware of his family in the apartment: brothers on the floor below, while his parents were down the hall. They were never particularly loud in bed, but the thought of his family overhearing hushed her vocal cords even more.
“Quinn,” she whimpered.
He ate up every whisper, every little whine and panted breath, knowing they were just for him.
Making some unintelligible noise, her back arched, lifting off the mattress.
She whined when he eased two fingers into her and lifted his mouth.
“Help me find it?” he whispered, crooking his fingers.
“Higher.”
He moved slowly, not wanting to go too fast and pass over it.
“There, there,” she panted.
Reaching up with his free hand, he disentangled her fingers from the sheet so he could grasp her hand, linking them together.
“You can press a little harder. It’s not as sen -” her voice broke off into a groaned, “oh, fuck,” as he urged that soft, spongey spot with a heavier touch.
They’d done this more after his revelatory first time, and he loved discovering new things about her. He still had a hard time finding her g-spot on his own, but he was learning. Tonight felt like a whole new ego stroke, one he was seeking if he was being honest with himself.
His mind wandered back to the first time he’d touched her, the way she’d reminded him of Helen of Troy - beautiful beyond belief. He ached for her the same way now as he watched her fall apart. Mouth dropped open as her body pulled taught as a bow string, one hand grasping the headboard for stability while the other clutched his like a vice.
As she came down from her high, he kept his fingers pressed into her.
Even as she squirmed against the sensitivity from his strong touch, she felt a blaze of pleasure reignite in her belly, faster than it ever had before.
Still kneading with his fingertips, he lowered down, sucking her sensitive pearl into his mouth. She let out a strangled cry that left him dizzy with satisfaction.
The contrast of his warm mouth and soft tongue on her core against the harsh rasp of his playoff beard on her inner thighs wound her tighter and tighter until he was sparking so much ecstasy in her body, she couldn't quite remember why she was trying to be so quiet.
Her fingers tightened in his at the same time her legs trembled and he knew she was close. He continued on, mouth soft and steady while his fingers worked with more focused intent.
The way she whimpered his name made him groan and rock his hips into the mattress to get a bit of relief.
When the tension in her pelvis finally snapped, Sarah cried out.
It was only after she came back to herself and he eased his fingers from her that she worried about how loud she'd been.
Before she could ask, he knocked her breathless again as he slid his fingers into his mouth, cleaning them with apparent relish.
“Did I yell?” she whispered as he crawled back over her.
He shook his head, “not too loud. I don't think they heard.”
The anxiety ebbed away as he leaned in to kiss her.
“Can you turn over?” he asked, lips barely grazing hers.
She pulled back to look into his face.
“I want to make you feel good,” he said.
“You already did. Twice.”
“Please?” he asked, ghosting his lips over her cheek, “let me make you come one more time.”
In reality, Quinn was tired, but his pride was insistent, eager to feel her again and he knew if he got her on her stomach she’d come faster than in missionary.
He could see worry in her expression, but she did as he asked, the sheets clinging briefly to her back as she rolled.
One of his hands grazed down her side, following the curvature of her hip before tracing her hamstring all the way to the knee. Hooking his hand there, he eased her leg out to the side.
He really was spoiling her. Eagle with a broken wing was her favorite position other than missionary, but they didn’t do it terribly often, both generally preferring to see the other when they were together.
She felt Quinn’s heat before any of his skin, and raised her hips slightly to facilitate him.
“You’re —” she broke off into a groan as he eased into her again. She was so sensitive, she was fairly certain she would have fallen apart all over again if he had given her an intense enough look. Heat was already climbing up her spine and he hadn't even moved yet.
His hands appeared near hers as he braced on his forearms. She moved to lace her fingers through his.
When he began to thrust, he felt her fingers curl until her nails kissed his palms
Listening to her sweet sounds, he couldn’t get enough of her. He wanted to live in her forever.
“Holy shit,” she breathed, chaos sparking all over her skin. “I didn't think I could come this many times so quickly.”
Her hushed statement rushed to his head. “Sarah,” he moaned into her neck. “Fuck, Sarah.”
His mouth traced the curve of her neck before gently biting the ridge of her shoulder.
The prick of pain from his teeth combined with the way he was hitting her g spot in a steady, continuous rhythm had Sarah’s mouth falling open. “Oh. Quinn,” she moaned. “Just like that. Please don't stop.”
Feeling out of his mind with pleasure and pride, he rested his forehead on her back.
Only after he felt her tremble and pulse around him and chanting that he loved her, he let himself go, spilling into her with a loud groan he tried to muffle into her skin.
They stayed that way for a long while, his sweaty chest pressed into her back. He was a comfortable weight, pressing her into the mattress.
Quinn talked himself into moving and eased out, his wince matching the breath she hissed through her teeth. Before he could decide which side to roll onto, she was turning onto her back, and pulling him into her embrace.
Resting his head on her chest, he sighed.
Sarah smiled, tired but gratified and pushed a lock of hair off his forehead. She wanted to get up and go to the bathroom, but waited, knowing Quinn needed this extra affection.
“I don't…” he started to say, then trailed off, slowly tracing a circle around her belly button.
He had never felt supported and loved like he had today. Not only when she just let him cry, but when she reminded him that she loved the things about him that weren't his job.
Quinn hadn't known how much he needed to hear Sarah’s words until she was saying them. His whole family was so entwined in hockey that, even though he knew his parents loved him, it sometimes felt like his success and failure in the arena were wrapped up in their affection and approval. It was one of the reasons Jack always felt like the favorite child, as he had the most natural talent.
“You don't?” she urged when he didn’t say anything else.
He shook his head and took a steadying breath. “I feel like I don't deserve you.”
A little smile played on her lips, “I feel that way sometimes, too, but I'm not really sure it's about deserving. Everyone deserves love.”
She paused for a long time playing with his hair. It relaxed Quinn, causing him to practically melt into her.
“I'm glad we're both willing to put in the work and try to meet in the middle,” she said quietly.
He agreed, pressing a kiss to the top of her breast.
As they stayed that way for a long time, Quinn felt cocooned in her love and hoped she felt the same.
“Okay,” she said a little while later, starting to feel sticky and itchy, “I’m sorry, but I really need to shower, or at least rinse off.”
They took a quick shower, and Quinn changed the fitted sheet as she redid her skincare.
When they finally fell asleep tangled together, she in a pair of his shorts and a t-shirt, and he in his boxers, it was well after three.
After sleeping like the dead, Quinn woke close to ten, still feeling that strong swell of gratitude easing the disappointment in his chest.
If anyone in his family had heard them, they were all excellent actors, and didn't say a thing.
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I miss you. - Bonus Scene
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Title: I miss you. - Bonus scene
Author: Tory / @tkwrites
Relationship: Quinn Hughes x Sarah Roberts (OFC)
Warnings: Smut, protected sex, fluffy, fluffy, fluffy.
Summary: A short continuation of I miss you. Quinn and Sarah make soft, sleepy love as they doze off for the night.
Word Count: 400
Comments: This came to me quite suddenly a few days ago, and it was so cute and sweet, I just knew I needed to post it, even though it's so short.
I miss you. - Bonus Scene
A Quinn & Sarah Snapshot
Sarah was almost asleep when Quinn rolled on top of her.
His movements were fuzzy with fatigue, but his body was insistent and he wasn’t going to give up a chance while they were together.
“Is this okay?” he whispered in her ear.
“If you wear a condom, yeah.”
He let out a little whine, but there wasn’t any real heat in it.
“I’m not getting out of bed again, so if you want it, you’ve got to be the one taking care of it.”
“Fair,” he said before slipping out of bed to find a condom in his bag.
She heard the foil ripping, and when he got back, reached down to make sure he’d put it on.
“Did you not believe me?” he asked.
“I’ve had boyfriends open and not put them on, or take them off half way through, so it’s just kind of a habit.”
Quinn pulled back, his body frozen. “They what?”
“Yep.”
He settled back into their cozy little cocoon, sheathing himself completely with a gentle roll of his hips, “I would never.”
Her fingers ran through his hair, “I know.”
Quinn tucked his face into her neck as he moved against her. They’d made this soft kind of love before. He often found himself daydreaming about it when he was over tired or couldn’t fall asleep. It was comforting and homey.
Sliding his hand down her side, he softly trailed his fingers to her bundle of nerves. He stroked in time with his thrusts - which is to say, slowly and softly, as if he were more asleep than he felt. He was tired, but this was an exercise in gentleness.
She made a quiet little noise in his ear and her head tipped back. “Quinn,” she whispered.
His heart soared, feeling for the first time that summer, he was finally, completely, able to express this kind of physical love.
One of her hands moved from his hair onto his back.
The high he pulled from her was gentle and soft to match his movements. It was more about connection than it was about pleasure. It meant more to her than any other orgasm that had come before that day.
"Quinn, I love you," she whispered.
That sent him over the edge.
He caught her mouth and kissed her as he crested.
"I love you so much."
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