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marino436 · 8 months
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he’s lost in thought
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punk4ndisorderly · 9 months
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babyfather
Y/N wants to have more babies. Her husband's infertility will not get in the way of that.
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Y/N wants something only Quinn will give her.
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warning: this series will feature smut. i'm not very good at it but i think i needed to add some spice to the plot. it starts in part 2, so read at your own risk, i guess?
the social media prelude
I - you really blew this, babe II
He couldn’t believe his eyes. It couldn’t be. Y/N Y/L/N, eyes bloodshot and puffy face, sniffling, ushering their daughter inside. She wasn’t one to cry very often. Tears were only shed when she felt like her heart was being torn up from her chest. Or when she was incredibly mad. Normally at him.
Quinn considered his options, his right foot taking a step before he stopped himself from actually crossing the threshold of his ex’s new suburban home. They had talked about this. They had discussed boundaries. He was not to invite himself into the house she shared with her new husband. Not even if he was nowhere to be seen. He would’ve told that asshole Eric when he demanded such thing to fuck off, before staring into the eyes of the love of his life and see her begging him to indulge the child she was now married to.
Perhaps waiting for her to come back was the right thing. He wouldn’t want to cause her unnecessary grief, even if his heart constricted in his chest at the sight of her and he wanted nothing more but to clutch her to his chest and assure her that, whatever it was, they could get through it together. Even if they couldn’t anymore.
It wasn’t long before she was back, tugging at the sleeves of her large, well-worn wool sweater. Quinn was aware that she was avoiding looking him in the eye.
“Right. I know you have her next weekend, but I was think about going home to visit my parents and I know they really wants to see her, so I wanted to ask you if we could switch.” Y/N muttered, her gaze fixated on the small garden behind him.
“Yes, don’t worry about it. I didn’t have anything planned yet.”
That was a compassionate lie: he was going to take Willow to an animal shelter so she could pick a pet for him. Too many lonely, silent nights in his apartment downtown. His mom had been on his case about finding himself some company. Of course he probably meant human company, but beggars can’t be choosers. His last meaningful relationship had been with the mother of his child, and the other women that had entertained him along the way usually didn’t take long before realizing they wouldn’t around for long.
“Thank you, Quinn.” she smiled weakly, finally meeting his eyes.
“Is something going on?” the Canucks player intruded, staring intensely at the golden fleck in her irises.
“What?”
“You look upset.”
“This?” Y/N chuckled, pointing at her face. “Spring allergies.”
“Y/N.”
His stern tone told her more than any words could. He knew she was lying. He always did. She used to deny it broke her heart to be so much time apart because of work back when they were together. Assured him they would be fine and it was for the best when she decided their relationship couldn’t endure the strain and the stress of distance. Lies he pretended to believe because he desperately wanted to.
“Yes?”
“What’s going on?”
Y/N tried swallowing the lump on her throat away. It wouldn’t budge. She stepped aside, leaving room for him to walk past her and inside.
“Come in.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Y/N.” Quinn said lowly, scanning her face for any indication of retraction. “Your husband made it clear I wasn’t welcome inside.”
“Don’t worry about him, Quinny.” the mother of his child nearly whispered, defeat clear in her voice.
He nodded solemnly, entering her house for the first time since she moved in. She hadn’t used that nickname in a long time.
Spacious, homey, filled with light. It had Y/N written all over it. Their daughter’s drawings framed and scattered around the walls made him smile, as the woman who used to love him led him to a crème couch, gesturing for him to sit down.
“Do you want tea?”
“You don’t drink tea, honey. That’s a trick question.” he retorted, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
“I always have it at home, though. Old habits die hard.”
It took everything in him not to beg her to choose him, right then and there. She used to stock up on all his favorite tea, even if he was never around to drink it. Made him a cup every day, before they went to bed. Mocked him for the scandalous amount of sugar he insisted on pouring in it. After all this time, she still kept tea around for him. Even if he couldn’t come inside to drink it.
“Then it’s a yes from me, thank you.”
Left alone in the living room, he could hear Willow sing loudly upstairs, her little feet stomping around on the wooden floor. The best gift Y/N had ever given him, up there with her love. Not being there when she woke up and when she went to bed every day ate away at his heart. It wasn’t supposed to be this way.
“I nearly emptied out my sugar stash on this, so it better be good.” the mother of his child teased, handing him the steaming hot mug with a look of mock disgust.
“Perfect.” he praised, taking a sip of the sweet tea. “Are you going to tell me what happened now?”
“You’re not letting it go, are you?”
“No, but I appreciate the effort at deflecting.”
She sighed deeply, sitting on the other end of the couch.
“Eric.”
Quinn tensed at the mention of her new husband’s name. They had been married for two years now, apparently happily so, but he couldn’t help but resent the man that inevitably had stepped into his shoes and shut him out of the new family home. The dark-haired man only had himself to blame for letting her go, but Eric was willingly carving a place for himself in her heart, replacing the memories of him, erasing his touch off her skin, bit by bit.
“I see. Do I need to call up on old favors?"
“If you had come by an hour ago, I probably would have told you to go for it, but I think you would only be wasting it on him.” Y/N chuckled humorlessly.
“Come on, don’t stall.”
Y/N looked him in the eye, hers brimming with tears. He wanted to reach for her, cradle her face in his hands, hold it to his own and whisper kind words into her lips, but he held back. Willow needed at least one of her parents not to be on the brink of crushing heartbreak. It was his turn to be the strong one.
“If you don’t want to talk about it it’s okay. I’m sorry I insisted. I was just worried about - ”
“I kicked him out.” she blurted, tapping at the corner of her eyes to get rid of stray droplets. “He has been lying to me for the better part of our marriage.”
Anger rose in his chest. How dare he?
“You know how I’ve always wanted to give Will a sibling.”
Yes. That had been all they talked about ever since they first found out about her pregnancy. She had to have at least one sibling. Y/N knew what it was like to be an only child and he knew what is was like to grow up with siblings so they agreed on it. But life got in the way and along came Eric, Quinn's dreams of fathering more children with Y/N crashing down in flames.
He nodded, prompting her to go on.
“Eric knew that as well, and he seemed to want a baby as well when we first talked about it, even before we got married. I told him a year ago I wanted to start trying. I’m getting older, Willow's getting bigger and now would be the perfect time to do it… He says yes. I go off the pill. We try. Over and over again. Everywhere. All the time. Even -”
“Okay, sweetheart, I get the picture.” Quinn interrupted, the details of her sex life with another man an excruciating form of torture.
“And we’ve been trying for a year. I’m not getting pregnant. With Will it took us a month. Something must be wrong with me, right?”
"No. Nothing’s ever wrong with you, Y/N.”
“Wrong. I got a doctor’s appointment. I am fine. Great cervix. Ovarian reserve? Excellent. All tests indicate I’m a very fertile woman. So I decided to book Eric an appointment at the urologist. The doctor’s assistant asked me if he had any problems after his procedure, last year. What procedure, you ask? A vasectomy, Q. A fucking vasectomy. After telling me he wanted children just as much as I did. After I married him. Before we started to fuck like rabbits so I could get pregnant.”
Quinn was speechless. How could someone willingly deceive her like that? Trick her into a legally binding relationship, only to deny her her simplest wish? How could he have let her fall in the hands of a man so careless with her heart?
“Say something. Please. I need to know if I’m crazy for hurting.”
“Hey.” the dark-haired man said, not bothering to keep himself in check and reaching out to touch her cheek. “You’re not crazy. I was just caught off guard.”
“Good. I mean, it’s not completely insane of me to kick him out for this?”
“Without wanting to sound biased, I would’ve done the same thing, Y/N.”
The mother of his child nodded severely, as if convincing herself. He let her think in silence, removing his hand from her face and drinking his tea. After a few minutes, her gaze landed on him, a hint of sadness and resignation on her face.
“How did we end up here?”
“I was a stupid son of a bitch and let you walk away. We wouldn’t be having this conversation if it weren’t for that. We’d probably have three kids by now. We’d have to lock the door anytime we wanted some time alone. They’d gang up on us to get what they wanted, Willow would obviously be leading the troops. I’d probably be trying to get another baby into you at this very second.”
“Quinn…” she spoke, breathlessly.
“Don’t mind me.” he waved her off, immediately regretting voicing his wants. “Wishful thinking.”
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this is the face of a boy who went weeks thinking he might not recover in time to play in the tournament that means oh so much to him, only to recover in time for the tournament, perform outstandingly, and captain his country to gold
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punk4ndisorderly · 10 months
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light on
The one where Y/N is the daughter of a legendary Team USA coach and used to attend the development program with the boys. 8 years after they last saw each other in person, a reunion brings Jack and Y/N back into each other’s lives... and hearts.
if you keep the light on, i'll keep the light on
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I - a face to call home II
Jack adjusted the sleeves of his white shirt, still unsure about whether he should pull them up or down. He couldn’t help but feeling nervous now that he was preparing himself to walk inside. Being back in the old development camp brought back a lot of memories. Some happy, some weirdly random, some sad.
“Is it the Gretzky to my Messier I see?" 
The sound of her voice made him perk up instantly and he could've sworn he'd heard angels sing when he looked up and saw her face. 
"Y/N, hi!" he stuttered, walking up to her immediately and pecking her cheek, giving her a warm hug.
"You look great, Mr. Waynederful! See you inside!” she smiled, rubbing his arm up and down quickly before giving him a pat on the shoulder and being on her way, saying hi to everyone she encountered as she neared the entrance.
Y/N Y/L/N looked even more beautiful than she did eight years before, if that was even possible. Her once long hair had a darker tone to it, the hot pink of her teenage rebellious phase long washed away, and it was now resting right by her chest. She had ditched her Doc Martens and her band t-shirts, but she was still Y/N. Good old Y/N. The same girl he had a huge crush on for years. The one that got away.
"You really need to get it over with, buddy." the man heard someone say from behind him, making him turn around to find one of his best friends shaking his head in disapproval. "It's been what, ten years?"
"Come on, man... I just broke up with my girlfriend." Jack rolled his eyes, putting his hands in his pockets.
Trevor’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree and a giddy smile crept up on his lips.
"Caufield!" he yelled out to the smaller man approaching them, looking through his bag. "Pay up, doofus!" the blond man demanded, making their friend groan loudly.
"Did you bet on how much time my relationship would last? Again?" Jack huffed, annoyed at his friends’ lack of sensibility.
"Sorry, dude... I just really love making money at your expense. Plus, Cole is going to have to wear a clown nose the whole day because of this." Trevor shrugged in response. "Look, as I see it, this is your chance. From what I've heard, she's pretty much single. You're single. When was the last time you two were single at the same time? That's right, never. This is how it's going to go down: you finally get it over with this weekend and we all live happily ever after. I promise it won't hurt." he added, giving him a thumbs up.
Jack looked at him baffled, incredulous at his honesty and how forward he was about this particular subject. He had always been particularly invested in helping set the two up, but the brunette man was too shy to act on his feelings and Y/N... Was Y/N. Beautiful. Talented. Incredibly oblivious.
"You're really annoying, did you know that?" he conceded, sighing and wrapping an arm around Cole’s shoulders, ruffling his hair. "Hey, you."
"Don't mind him, Hughesy. You know how he is." Cole chuckled.
"I heard that, Caufield! You guys go ahead, I need to check if I locked the car!" they heard him say as he walked away. “Go get her, Rowdy!”
The brunette man chuckled nervously, trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach.
God, Jack... Get it together, man. he thought to himself, trying to shake away the feeling that he was inevitably going to make a fool of himself. The two friends walked onto the stage, heavily decorated for the chats they were supposed to have with the prospects.
When Y/N spotted them, the wonderful smile that decorated her face grew wider.
"Come here!" the buff man beside Y/N urged, motioning for the pair to move faster. "The boss wants me to take a picture to post online. He says it's good publicity for the school. Jack Hughes and his line lady Y/N Y/L/N, former campers, now living it up and changing the world in their own way. Whatever gets the kids to strive to be called up for the program and the fans to come and watch them play!”
“Do you mind?" Y/N asked kindly, her big brown eyes looking up at her old practice linemate, completely mesmerizing him. "Jack?" 
He was snapped back to reality by her voice, a coy smile forming on his lips as he managed to stammer a quick of course without sounding too desperate.
“You should make it look disgustingly sweet.” the older man suggested. “Imagine how many new fans we’ll get on your account!" 
"Yeah, sure. I think I know what you mean." he conceded, as his former Coach reached for his phone.“Caufield, my own personal favorite, would you be a champ and take it for me?”
“Yeah, it would turn out terrible if you took it anyway.” their friend shrugged, earning himself a slap in the back of the head. “Ow!”
Jack chose to ignore the way his heart beat faster as he stood behind his high school dream girl, resting his chin on her shoulder and snaking his arms around her waist, resting his hands on her stomach. Her smell was inebriating and sweet. The very description of Y/N Y/L/N.
“Okay, are you ready?" Cole inquired, looking at them through the phone screen.
The smaller woman nodded and he stood still, his trademark smirk making an appearance, as often requested.
"I think everyone's going to go crazy over these." the photographer commented, handing the device to Y/N, who started looking through the pictures that were taken. “Hold it for me, would you? I need to check with your dad if we’re good to go.”
The woman beside him hummed in response, her eyes not leaving the screen.
"We're definitely getting these kids' attention." Y/N announced cheerfully as she raised her fist for him to bump. 
She showed him the photographs and he had to admit it: she was right. They looked so happy and... couple-y. Her finger accidentally swiped right once more, a picture of a little girl showing up on the screen.
"Is that..."
"Yeah... Joey. My pride and joy. I sent this to dad the other day. He’s a sucker for her." his old friend gushed. “I think if I close my eyes and open them again this little girl will be a teenager already." 
Jack gave her a loving look before letting his mouth work faster than his brain.
"She's beautiful. Takes after her mom."
"Where you this charming back in the day?" she blushed slightly, swatting at his arm playfully. "I only remember you being scared of talking to girls, even though they would all try to talk to you." 
As he was about to reply, he heard his name being called.
"Dude, it's Jack Hughes!" a teenage boy nearly screeched, pulling his phone out of his back pocket.
The brunette man sighed, his shoulders slumping before he regained composure and sent her an apologetic look.
"Go ahead, superstar. We have plenty of time to catch up." Y/N smiled, seeming to be reading his mind.
The man nodded reluctantly, heading over to the young admirer and posing for pictures.
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Y/N picked up her bottle of water from the chair she had been previously sitting in, distracted by thoughts of him. It was so weird to be with Jack Hughes again. To actually see his face in person, to hear him speak and act all flustered around women. The endless hours playing in the good old rink flooded her thoughts for the first time in years.
"Is it just me or does the fucker get more attractive by the year?" Cole inquired, startling her.
"Who?" she croaked out, almost dropping her father’s phone.
"What do you mean who? Jack, who else? Have you seen the asshole?"
Cole was right, he aged like fine wine. Jack had always been beyond cute, but as years went by, he turned into an extremely handsome man. 
"Oh yeah... He does look good." She mustered, slightly embarrassed by her own thoughts.
"Good is an understatement. But you already know that, don’t you, Coach Jr.? Anyway, duty calls… Again. See you in a bit. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do." her friend teased her, grabbing her father’s phone and leaving her alone with her thoughts.
Y/N found herself mindlessly wandering around, the recent renovations throwing her off as she looked for a bathroom. 
The president took pride in his most successful prospects and had organized an event around their particular group, the ones he considered to have put the development program in the map at some point, in hopes it would bring good publicity to the institution and, hopefully, grow more champions. There would be Q&A’s, photo ops and a dinner party. It was going to be a long weekend.
“So, back with the boyfriend... What is it like?" Trevor jumped in front of her as soon as she stepped out of the bathroom, a few minutes after.
"Jesus Christ! You scared the shit out of me!" Y/N shrieked, placing both hands over her heart.
"Sorry... So, as I was saying, excited to be back with your boy?"
"Jack?"
"The one and only." the blond man chirped, batting his eyelashes.
"It's really good to see him."
"You know, he could really use your support right now..." Trevor started, locking arms with her while leading her back to the auditorium.
"Why, what happened?" she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.
"He just broke up with his girlfriend..." her friend told her, feigning sadness over the news.
"That's awful." Y/N commented, frowning slightly.
"Yeah... Look, he could really use a friendly face. Show him some love if you can." Trevor suggested in response, holding her by the shoulders.
"Okay?"
"Thanks, sweetheart, you're a peach!" he crowed, opening the door for her. "I'm going to hide before Coach sees me."
She eyed Jack a few feet away, stuck taking pictures with some of the kids that had gathered up around him in the meantime, sending him a sympathetic look. He winked at her and excused himself, meeting her in the middle.
Y/N grabbed his hand, dragging him to the stage before any of the people behind him could even process they were in the presence of the Y/N Y/L/N, whose face had been featured in team pictures for years. For some, she was merely known as Saint Y/N for being able to reign in the rowdy boys in her class back in the day and, reportedly bringing Team USA luck, for others she was just the Coach’s prodigal daughter.
“Alright, fellow Hughes enthusiasts! We’ll be back in ten for the Q&A, tell your friends!”
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The entire auditorium cheered in glee as they walked out arm in arm. Jack led her to the couch Coach Y/L/N had demanded Trevor and Cole to help drag on stage, waiting for her to sit before he did the same, keeping a safe distance from her mesmerizing presence.
Y/N noticed the distance he had willingly put between them and leaned in, gently touching his toned arm.
“You know, you can come closer. Promise I won’t bite.” she whispered in his ear, sending chills through his entire body.
He reluctantly scooted closer to her, goosebumps covering his skin as she nodded in approval.
The first question came from the left side of the room. A young boy almost jumped up from his seat, eagerly grabbing the microphone that was handed to him by their old assistant coach.
“What was it like training together during camp days?”
“Oh, awful!” Y/N scoffed. “Can you imagine having to scrimmage with this guy every day?” she teased, pointing at him.
“Yeah, just horrible. Dreaded every single day of it.” he followed, hearing the students laugh at their playful bickering.
“It was great, we had so much fun together.” she concluded, resting her hand on his leg.
“Yeah.” the pro player agreed, hoping people didn’t notice the way his cheeks flushed when he felt her touch. “Y/N’s an amazing partner in crime, we were the dream team. I’m very thankful for the time we spent together.”
“Do you have any funny stories you could share with us?”
“The boys would taunt me all the time because of the Margot Robbie poster I kept in my room.”
Y/N broke into a fit of laughter, remembering the weird picture of a The Wolf of Wall Street era Margot Robbie that was taped to his door everyone in the team had made fun of him for.
“One time during morning skate, Jack and I had been going at it for like half an hour and no one would tell us to stop. We were almost throwing up from exhaustion so eventually we did decide to stop, completely weirded out, noticing there was no one around. As it turned out, Trevor had stolen his little sister’s guinea pig and brought  him to camp, and it had disappeared, so everyone was out freaking out and looking for it. It was really embarrassing because we had to explain to everyone why it had taken us so long to realize there was guinea pig on the loose.” Y/N confessed, hiding behind Jack while trying to avoid everyone’s gaze.
The prospects broke into laughter, typing quickly on their phones, letting everyone on the internet know about the Jack Hughes story no one had ever heard of until now.
“If this is how they react to what we’re saying, imagine what will happen when Coach posts the picture.” the brunette man laughed as his partner regained composure.
“Hey Hughesy, ask the legend for a kiss for good luck next season!” someone shouted from the back of the room.
Jack’s eyes grew wide as he was left completely speechless. Of course he had thought about kissing her, but not in front of everyone, not a kiss based on old camp superstition.
Alina thought about her next move briefly, before softly grabbing his face and kissing his cheek. She knew he was one to blush, but she had no idea about the effect she truly had on him.
“There you go, guys. The Devils are in for a treat this year!”
Everyone in the room cheered for the pair, clapping and hooting before the next question was asked.
Cole and Trevor were watching from the sidelines. The Canadiens player was wearing a clown nose, as promised, and the taller man rubbed his hands together, overjoyed by the turn of events.
“Want to make another bet?” he suggested, wiggling his eyebrows.
“I’m pretty sure I’ll probably lose and I’m not willing to wear this thing ever again.” Cole sighed in response.
“Oh, come on!” Trevor whined when Y/N pecked Jack’s cheek.
“What’s wrong?” Alex inquired, squeezing himself in between them.
“They had the perfect opportunity to kiss and she went for the cheek!” he protested in response.
“Z’s very passionate about other people’s love lives.”  Cole explained. 
“They’d make a really good couple, I’ll give you that, Z.” their friend agreed, not taking his eyes off the pair on stage.
“Jack’s too shy to do anything about his ten-year-long crush and Y/N seems to have no idea he practically faints whenever she looks his way… We seriously need to intervene.”
“This is exactly like that Anne Hathaway movie where the main characters are friends for twenty years before finally shacking up together. They’ll come around to it.”
“Cole, Anne dies in the end. They could’ve had it all without having to wait twenty years for it.” Trevor reasoned, rolling his eyes.
“Don’t go all Hitch on them, you human zoomie.” his friend warned.
“Let me know if you need help setting them up.” Alex chuckled. 
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Meanwhile, Jack and Y/N took one last question before the Q&A session ended, giving them some time off before photo ops.
“Jack, any advice on how to get to your level?”
“I’m here off duty, man.” he joked. “Why don’t you ask the real pro? Y/N?” 
“If you insist…” she chuckled, clearing her throat before going on one of her famous motivational speeches.
As Y/N spoke, Jack listened attentively, her angelic voice soothing his broken heart and it came to his attention that he would give anything to hear her talk all night long. Her lively eyes locked with his and she rested her head on his shoulder, his signature cologne invading her senses. He finally felt at home.
When they finally got backstage, the hockey player opened his mouth to speak, but he was quickly interrupted by her phone ringing. She excused herself, getting her phone out of her pocket and checking to see who it was.
“It’s my mom. Jo must want to talk to me.” Y/N said, sending him an apologetic look. “We’ll see each other soon for the photo ops, alright man of the hour?” she winked, before reaching up and hugging him, answering her phone and vanishing from his sight. 
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
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I am no hockey or team usa expert so interpret any inaccuracies as me taking creative liberties. let me know if i should keep posting this!
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