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Hi, I was wondering if you could do one where the reader gets hurt while Quinn is out on the road but Quinn doesn't receive a call from the hospital because the reader forgot to put him as her emergency contact. And when she gets home Quinn facetime call her. You can decide if she tells him on the facetime or wait until he gets home.
Here you go lovely!! I hope you love it! Sorry for the wait!
💬 0 🔁 0 ❤️ 0 · Emergency Contact? · request: Quinn is out on the road but Quinn doesn't receive a call from the hospital because the reade
Emergency Contact?
request: Quinn is out on the road but Quinn doesn't receive a call from the hospital because the reader forgot to put him as her emergency contact. And when she gets home Quinn facetime call her. You can decide if she tells him on the facetime or wait until he gets home.
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Quinn ❤️: Landing now. I’ll be home in about thirty minutes. Stay awake?
He smiled to himself, expecting the three little dots to appear almost immediately. They always FaceTimed before bed whenever he was on the road, and if he was coming home late, she always tried to stay awake until he got there.
Instead, nothing.
He frowned slightly, checking to make sure the message had delivered. It had.
“Probably asleep already,” he muttered as he slid into the back of the team bus.
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A few hours earlier, Y/N had been discharged from the hospital.
The doctors had diagnosed her with a mild concussion, bruised ribs, a sprained wrist, and several stitches just above her eyebrow after she had been hit by a car in a grocery store parking lot. She had tried arguing that she was fine, but after a few hours of observation they finally agreed to let her leave with pages of discharge instructions.
“Do you have someone who can drive you home?” the nurse had asked.
Y/N hesitated.
“My boyfriend’s out of town.”
“Family? A friend?”
She thought about it for a moment before shaking her head. Everyone she could think of was working or out of town themselves.
“I’ll be okay to drive.”
The nurse didn’t look convinced.
“We really recommend that someone else takes you.”
“I’ll be careful.”
After another reminder to rest and return if her symptoms worsened, the nurse reluctantly let her go.
The drive home felt much longer than usual.
Every bump in the road made her ribs ache, and by the time she pulled into the apartment parking garage, she was completely drained.
Jo trotted faithfully beside her as she slowly made her way upstairs.
Once inside, she locked the door, dropped her keys onto the entry table, and carefully lowered herself onto the couch with a quiet wince. Jo immediately jumped up beside her, resting her head against Y/N’s leg as if she knew something was wrong.
“I’m okay,” Y/N whispered, scratching behind her ears.
Jo only let out a soft whine.
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About forty minutes later, Quinn quietly unlocked the apartment door.
He smiled when he noticed the lights were still on.
“Baby?” he called as he stepped inside.
No answer.
He slipped off his shoes and walked farther into the apartment.
“I’m home.”
Still nothing.
His smile slowly disappeared.
As he rounded the corner into the living room, he froze.
Y/N was asleep on the couch beneath one of their blankets. An ice pack rested across her ribs. Her left wrist was wrapped in a brace, and a white bandage covered the area just above her eyebrow.
For a second, Quinn genuinely thought he was seeing things.
His stomach dropped.
“What…” he whispered.
Jo lifted her head at the sound of his voice and quietly padded over to him before looking back toward Y/N.
Quinn hurried across the room and knelt beside the couch.
“Baby.”
He gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face.
Her eyes slowly fluttered open.
“…Quinn?”
“I’m home,” he said softly, unable to take his eyes off the bandage on her forehead. “What happened?”
She blinked a few times, still waking up.
“When did you get back?”
“Just now.”
The realization hit her immediately.
“Oh…”
“You weren’t going to tell me?”
She started to sit up but immediately sucked in a sharp breath as pain shot through her ribs.
Quinn gently rested a hand on her shoulder.
“Easy.”
He helped her settle back against the cushions before asking again, much more quietly this time.
“What happened?”
She stared down at the blanket covering her lap.
“I got hit by a car.”
Quinn felt every muscle in his body tense.
“You… what?”
“It wasn’t going very fast,” she said quickly. “It happened in the grocery store parking lot.”
His heart was pounding.
“You got hit by a car.”
She gave a small nod.
“I was taken to the hospital.”
“When?”
“This afternoon.”
Quinn ran a hand through his hair, trying to process what she was telling him.
“I never got a call.”
She looked away.
“I know.”
“They didn’t call me?”
“I forgot to add you as my emergency contact.”
He blinked.
“What?”
“I never updated it.”
There was a long silence.
“My sister’s still listed,” she admitted quietly. “My mom too… and I think my old manager.”
Quinn stared at her.
“We’ve been together for almost four years.”
“I know.”
“You live with me.”
“I know.”
“And I’m not your emergency contact?”
She looked completely miserable.
“I forgot.”
He could tell immediately that she wasn’t making excuses.
She genuinely had forgotten.
Still, hearing it hurt more than he expected.
He let out a slow breath and rubbed the back of his neck.
“I’m not mad.”
She looked up hopefully.
“I’m scared.”
Her expression immediately softened.
“I know.”
“I was on a plane thinking you were home relaxing.”
Instead…
She had spent hours in the emergency room.
Alone.
He swallowed hard.
“Who brought you home?”
She hesitated.
“I drove.”
Quinn stared at her in disbelief.
“You drove yourself home?”
“I just wanted to get home.”
“You have a concussion.”
“It’s mild.”
“You have bruised ribs.”
“I know.”
“A sprained wrist.”
“I know.”
“And you drove yourself home anyway?”
She sighed.
“There wasn’t really anyone else.”
“You could’ve called me.”
“You were flying.”
“I don’t care.”
His voice cracked slightly.
“I would’ve figured something out.”
She reached over and gently took his hand.
“I didn’t want you worrying when there wasn’t anything you could do.”
He squeezed her hand tightly.
“I would’ve rather worried than walked into this without knowing.”
Neither of them spoke for a long moment.
Jo climbed onto the couch between them, pressing herself against Y/N before nudging Quinn’s arm.
Despite everything, Quinn let out a quiet laugh.
“I think she’s making sure I don’t leave your side.”
“I think so too,” Y/N said with a tired smile.
Quinn carefully shifted onto the couch beside her, making sure not to bump her injured ribs before wrapping an arm gently around her shoulders.
He kissed the top of her head, careful to avoid the stitches.
“Tomorrow morning,” he said softly, “the first thing we’re doing is updating your emergency contacts.”
She nodded.
“Okay.”
“No,” he corrected with a faint smile. “Actually… we’re doing it tonight.”
She laughed quietly for the first time all day.
“You’re impossible.”
“Maybe,” he admitted as he held her a little closer. “But if anything like this ever happens again…”
He looked down at their intertwined hands.
“I want to be the first person they call.”
Y/N squeezed his hand.
“You will be.”
Quinn nodded, finally allowing himself to breathe now that she was home, safe in his arms.
“There better never be a next time,” he murmured.
“There won’t be,” she whispered.
He kissed her forehead one more time, careful to avoid the bandage.
“I’ll hold you to that.”
Heyy, could I please request a Quinn Hughes x reader where he's exhausted from the season and keeps snapping at reader and they have a big fight about it? She leaves their shared apartment to cool off and he is terrified she won't come back. She comes back a little later and finds him in tears, which is the first time he's ever cried infront of her. Feel free to adjust as you wish, love your stuff xx
Here you go Lovely! I hope you like it!
💬 0 🔁 0 ❤️ 0 · Arguments to Making Up · Request: Quinn Hughes x reader where he's exhausted from the season and keeps snapping at reader a
Arguments to Making Up
Request: Quinn Hughes x reader where he's exhausted from the season and keeps snapping at reader and they have a big fight about it? She leaves their shared apartment to cool off and he is terrified she won't come back. She comes back a little later and finds him in tears, which is the first time he's ever cried infront of her.
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The apartment had been quiet for weeks. Not peaceful.
Just... quiet.
Quinn had been running on empty ever since the season hit its final stretch. Practices, games, travel, media, workouts—every day blurred together until he barely knew what day it was anymore.
And somehow...
You always got the worst version of him. He never meant to. He hated himself every single time. But it kept happening.
"Hey," you said softly one evening as he walked through the apartment door. "I made dinner."
"I'm not hungry."
"You haven't eaten since this morning."
"I said I'm not hungry."
You swallowed the hurt and nodded. "Okay."
He disappeared into the bedroom without another word.
A few days later...
"Do you want to watch a movie tonight?" you asked hopefully.
Quinn didn't even look up from his phone. "I don't care."
"...Okay."
Another silence.
Another disappointment.
Then came the breaking point. Quinn had just gotten home after another frustrating loss. He dropped his bag harder than necessary before collapsing onto the couch. You walked over carefully.
"I was thinking maybe this weekend we could go out somewhere? Just us."
He rubbed a hand down his face. "I don't know."
"We haven't spent any time together in weeks."
"I know."
"So can we?"
"I said I don't know."
You stared at him. "Quinn..."
"What?"
"I'm trying."
"I know you're trying."
"It doesn't really feel like you do."
He finally looked up.
"What does that mean?"
"It means I feel like I'm walking on eggshells every day."
"I've just been tired."
"I know you're tired."
"So why are we having this conversation?"
"Because I miss you!"
His jaw clenched.
"I'm right here."
"No, you're not."
Silence.
"You barely talk to me."
"I'm exhausted."
"You barely look at me."
"I'm exhausted."
"You snap at me every time I say something."
"I SAID I'M EXHAUSTED!"
The apartment went completely still. Your eyes widened. Then something inside you finally broke.
"I know you're exhausted!" you shouted back, tears already forming. "But I'm exhausted too, Quinn! I'm exhausted from wondering what version of you is coming home every night!"
He stood. "Oh my God."
"No. Don't 'oh my God' me."
"I don't have the energy for this."
"And I don't have the energy to keep pretending this relationship is okay!"
His expression hardened. "If you're so unhappy then maybe just—"
He stopped himself.
But it was too late.
You'd heard enough. Your face crumpled. "...fine."
You grabbed your keys from the counter.
"Where are you going?" he asked flatly.
"I need air."
Quinn rolled his eyes before replying, "Fine, go."
You looked at him one last time.
He didn't stop you.
Didn't reach for you.
Didn't apologize.
The front door closed.
At first… Quinn didn't move. He dropped back onto the couch with a frustrated sigh.
"She just needs to cool off."
So did he. Maybe this was for the best. He leaned his head back.
One minute passed.
Then two.
Five.
He glanced toward the front door. Still nothing. He grabbed his phone. No text. He frowned. "She's probably just driving around."
Ten minutes.
Fifteen.
Twenty.
He started pacing. His thoughts became louder than the silence. What if she doesn't come back? No. She would.
...Right?
His stomach twisted. The last few weeks flashed through his mind. Every short answer. Every eye roll. Every time she'd tried to hug him and he'd pulled away because he was "too tired." Every disappointed look on her face. Every promise that things would get better.
They hadn't.
Twenty-five minutes. He texted her.
Quinn: Where are you?
No response.
His heart started pounding.
Thirty minutes.
He called.
Straight to voicemail.
His breathing quickened.
"No..."
He tried again.
Voicemail.
He ran a hand through his hair.
"No, no, no..."
She wasn't answering. She'd left crying.And he'd let her.
Because he'd been too stubborn to go after her. What if she'd finally had enough? The thought hit him so hard it made him feel sick. Maybe she'd gone to a friend's, but she didn’t know anyone in Minnesota. Maybe she wasn't coming home. Maybe he'd pushed her too far.
He slid down the kitchen cabinets until he was sitting on the floor. His breathing became uneven.
"Fuck, I messed up..." He whispered it to no one.
"I messed up."
The guilt crashed over him all at once. He thought about every time she'd waited up for him after games. Every meal she'd made. Every quiet "How was practice?" he'd answered with one-word responses.
She'd been trying so hard. And he'd punished her for it.
He buried his face in his hands. "I'm so sorry..."
His shoulders shook. At first it was only a few tears. Then another. Then suddenly he couldn't stop. It wasn't just tonight. It was everything.
The pressure.
The losses.
The exhaustion. The fear that hockey had slowly turned him into someone he didn't recognize.
And now...
He'd probably lost the person he loved most. For the first time in years, Quinn cried. Really cried. Sobs he couldn't hold back echoed through the apartment.
About 3 hours after you'd left...The apartment door quietly unlocked.
"I just needed—" You stopped.
Your eyes immediately landed on Quinn.He was sitting on the kitchen floor. Head buried in his arms. Shoulders shaking. Crying. Not just tearing up. Crying.
In almost four years together, you had never seen him cry. Not after losses. Not after injuries. Not after difficult trades.
Never.
Your heart shattered."Quinn?"
He froze. Slowly he looked up. His cheeks were soaked. Eyes bloodshot. The second he saw you standing there, the panic on his face turned into overwhelming relief.
"You came back..."
His voice cracked so badly it barely sounded like him. You were already crossing the room.
"I only went for a drive—"
Before you could finish, he was on his feet. He closed the distance between you in seconds and wrapped both arms around you so tightly it almost knocked the breath out of you.
He buried his face into your shoulder. His grip trembled.
"I thought..." he whispered brokenly. "I thought you weren't coming back."
You immediately hugged him back just as tightly. "Quinn…”
“I'm sorry." His voice cracked again. "I'm so sorry."
His tears soaked into your shirt as he held you like letting go would make you disappear.
"I kept thinking..." he choked out. "The longer you were gone... I thought you'd finally had enough of me."
You gently rubbed his back. "I was just cooling off."
"I know."
He shook his head against your shoulder.
"But then you didn't answer and—and I realized..." Another sob escaped him. "I've been treating you so horribly."
"I don't want to become someone who hurts you."
"You aren't."
"I did." His voice was barely above a whisper. "I saw your face when I yelled."
You closed your eyes.
"I hate that I made you feel like that."
He pulled back just enough to look at you. His eyes were swollen and red.
"I've never been more scared in my life than I was thinking you weren't coming home." You reached up, brushing away the tears still falling down his cheeks.
"You'd have to do a lot more than one fight to get rid of me."
A weak, watery laugh escaped him.
"You shouldn't make promises like that."
"Why?"
"Because I don't deserve them."
You cupped his face.
"Then let me decide what you deserve."
His lip trembled again.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"I'm going to be better."
"I know."
"No..." he whispered. "I'm done taking everything out on you. If I'm overwhelmed... I'll tell you. If I need space... I'll tell you. But I'm not going to keep making you carry all of this with me."
You rested your forehead against his. "We'll carry it together."
He closed his eyes. For the first time in weeks, he finally let himself lean on someone else. And he never loosened his grip on you for the rest of the night.
thinking abt jealous!quinn these days but cant do anything cos he and reader arent rly together and it gets very angsty
Hi! Sorry it took forever for your fic but here it is!! I hope you like it. I did change some things to make his possessive of her at the end.
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Not mine’s but possessive
Request: jealous!quinn these days but cant do anything cos he and reader arent rly together and it gets very angsty
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The first time he’d invited you to a game, you’d smiled apologetically and said, “I like you, Quinn. I just don’t really like sports.”
So he stopped asking.
Still, every once in a while, you’d surprise him and show up anyway. Lately, though? Nothing. No games. No post-game congratulations. Just the occasional “Good game :)” text hours later.
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A week later, Elias and Katelyn hosted everyone for dinner. Quinn walked in and immediately found you across the room. You were laughing with Katelyn while helping set the table.
When you noticed him, you smiled. “Hey.”
“Hey.” He wandered over, shoving his hands into his pockets.“Haven’t seen you in a while.”
“You literally saw me last week.”
“I meant at games.” You laughed.
“Oh. Yeah… I just haven’t been going.”
“Not feeling hockey?”
“I’ve never really felt hockey.” He huffed out a laugh.
“Fair.”
“I’ll support you from my couch.”
He rolled his eyes playfully. “I’ll take it.”
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As more people arrived, the conversation spread throughout the house. Quinn found himself across the room talking to Elias. Or… trying to.
Because every few seconds, his eyes drifted back to you. You’d ended up talking to one of Elias’s friends Quinn didn’t know very well. The guy seemed nice enough. Too nice. He kept making you laugh. Leaning in to hear you over everyone else. Quinn felt his jaw tighten.
“You good?” Elias asked, noticing Quinn hadn’t heard a word he’d said.
“Hm?” Elias followed Quinn’s gaze and immediately understood.
“Oh.” Quinn sighed.
“I know.”
“You gonna do anything about it?”
“What am I supposed to do?” Elias shrugged.
“I don’t know. You could at least go talk to her.”
“I’ve been talking to her.”
“For about thirty seconds.” Quinn didn’t answer.
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A few minutes later, he wandered over anyway. Not because he had anything important to say. Just because he wanted your attention back.
“What’re you guys talking about?”
You turned immediately.
“Oh, Quinn.”
Just hearing you say his name eased something in his chest. The conversation shifted without anyone really noticing. You started talking to him instead. The other guy smiled politely before eventually excusing himself to grab another drink. Quinn couldn’t help the small feeling of satisfaction that settled in his chest.
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It kept happening all night. Every time someone else monopolized your attention, Quinn somehow found an excuse to interrupt.
He’d ask if you wanted another drink. Show you a funny video. Ask your opinion on something completely random. Anything to pull your focus back to him. Katelyn noticed almost immediately. She leaned against the kitchen counter beside Quinn while you were helping someone outside.
“You know that’s painfully obvious, right?”
“What is?”
“The fact that every time another guy talks to her, you magically appear.” Quinn looked offended.
“I do not.”
“You’ve interrupted three conversations.”
“I was just…”
“You were jealous.” He sighed.
“I can’t exactly tell them to back off.”
“No.” Katelyn smiled knowingly.
“But you can keep stealing her attention.”
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Later that evening, everyone gathered in the backyard. You squeezed onto the outdoor couch beside Quinn simply because it was the only open seat. He tried not to read into it. Then the same guy from earlier walked over.
“Mind if I steal her for a second?”
Before you could answer, Quinn casually rested his arm along the back of the couch behind you. Not around your shoulders. Not enough for anyone to call him out.
Just enough that it looked… familiar. Comfortable. Like the space beside you already belonged to him. The guy hesitated for the briefest moment. You, completely oblivious, looked between them.
“What’s up?” The guy smiled awkwardly “Actually… never mind.”
He wandered off toward the grill instead. You frowned after him.
“That was weird.”
Quinn only hummed, fighting the tiny smile threatening to appear. From the patio, Katelyn caught Elias’s eye. She nudged him with her elbow.
“Told you.”
Elias watched Quinn subtly lean closer as you started telling him a story, completely unaware of what he’d just done.
“He can’t even admit he likes her,” Elias muttered. Katelyn laughed quietly.
“He doesn’t have to.” Everyone else could already tell.
Hey, I haven’t sent in a request in so long because I was so annoyed with Quinn after the olympics but i’m laying on my couch rooting for the wild so I’m basically folding. I do wanna request some angst for Quinn, where the wild lose the Avs and now the series is 3-1 Avs. He is depressed and upset and doesn’t even want to talk about because he’s besting himself up and pushes you away by yelling at you. only realizes how much he messed up after he sees you flinching.
Hi!! Sorry for the delay. Here is the fic you requested!! I changed a few things, sorry. This isn’t exactly my best writing but I didn’t really know how else to write it, sorry 😞. I hope you like it though!!
💬 0 🔁 0 ❤️ 0 · 3-1 · Request: An angst for Quinn, where the wild lose the Avs and now the series is 3-1 Avs. He is depressed and upset and
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Request: An angst for Quinn, where the wild lose the Avs and now the series is 3-1 Avs. He is depressed and upset and doesn’t even want to talk about because he’s besting himself up and pushes you away by yelling at you. only realizes how much he messed up after he sees you.
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Every mistake replayed in his head like a broken record. The missed passes. The defensive breakdowns. The chances he wished he could have back.
By the time he walked through the front door, he looked exhausted. You looked up from the couch, immediately noticing the way his shoulders were slumped.
“Hey,” you said softly. “You want me to make you something to eat?” He shook his head.
“No.”
“Okay.”
You let him disappear into the bedroom first, giving him a few minutes before following. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor. You quietly sat beside him.
“You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to.”
For a second, he didn’t respond. Then you reached over and gently rubbed his back.
“I’m sorry tonight didn’t go the way you—”
“I said I don’t want to talk about it.”
His voice was sharp. You pulled your hand back.
“I know. I just wanted—”
“I don’t need a pep talk right now.”
“I’m not giving you one.”
“Then stop.”
His jaw clenched.
“I’m serious.”
“I don’t want to hear that it’ll be okay.”
“I don’t want to hear that there’s always next game.”
“I don’t want to hear anything.” You blinked, surprised by how harsh his tone had become.
“I was only trying to—”
“I know what you were trying to do!” His voice came out louder than he meant it to. “Can you just leave it alone?”
The room went quiet. Your expression fell almost instantly.
“…Okay.” You stood up, smoothing out your sweatshirt even though it didn’t need it.
“I’ll give you some space.”
As you turned toward the door, Quinn finally looked at you. Your eyes were glassy. Not crying. Just…hurt. You looked like someone who’d been trying to help and got pushed away for it. His stomach dropped.
“Baby…”
You paused but didn’t turn around.
“I know you’re upset,” you said quietly. “I just wanted to be there for you.”
There wasn’t an ounce of anger in your voice. Just disappointment. That somehow hurt him even more.
“You didn’t deserve that.”
You finally looked over your shoulder.
“I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”
His voice cracked.
“I wasn’t mad at you.”
“I know.”
“You were just the closest person.”
The second the words left his mouth, he hated them. Because they weren’t an excuse. If anything, they made it worse. He stood immediately.
“I’m sorry.”
You gave him a small, sad smile.
“I know you are.”
He crossed the room until he was standing in front of you.
“I’ve been beating myself up since the buzzer sounded.”
“I know.”
“And then you came in here trying to make me feel better…”
He swallowed hard.
“…and I took it out on you.”
You looked down at your hands.
“It just…kind of hurt.”
Those four words broke him.
“I know.”
“I wasn’t trying to fix the game.”
“I know.”
“I just hate seeing you so upset.”
Quinn closed his eyes for a second.
“I hate that I made you feel like you couldn’t be there for me.”
“You didn’t.” You reached for his hand.
“I’ll always be here.”
“I just need you to tell me if you want space instead of pushing me away.” He squeezed your hand tightly.
“I will.”
“I should’ve said, ‘I need a few minutes.’”
“Instead…” He shook his head.
“I yelled at the one person who’s always on my side.”
You stepped closer, wrapping your arms around his waist. He melted into the hug immediately, resting his forehead against yours.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered again.
“I know.”
“I forgive you.” He let out a shaky breath.
“I don’t deserve you.” You smiled softly.
“Probably not.”
A tiny laugh escaped him. The first one all night. You reached up and brushed a strand of hair off his forehead.
“The series isn’t over.”
He sighed.
“I know.”
“And whether you win or lose…” You kissed his cheek. “…I’m still coming home with you.”
This time, when he hugged you back, he held on like he never wanted to let frustration make him forget that again.
hi!! could you do a Quinn x reader where she’s less experienced in relationships than he is? maybe she’s only had one other bf and he treated her poorly so now she just expects quinn to get mad at her over the littlest things and is super shy and quiet when they first start dating and he has to teach her how she should actually get treated?
Hi! I am so sorry this fic took forever 😞. Here it is now!! I am not experienced in these types of relationships (or any at all) but I hope you like it!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️
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You froze.
“I’m sorry,” you said immediately, bending down to pick it up. “I didn’t mean to. I’ll wash it.” Quinn looked at you, confused.
“…It’s a spoon.”
“I know.”
“You dropped it.”
“I’m sorry.”
He took the spoon from your hand and set it in the sink before turning back to you.
“Why are you apologizing?”
You blinked.
“Because… I dropped it.”
“So?”
You just stared at him like the answer should’ve been obvious.
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After that, he started noticing it everywhere.
You apologized when you asked him to stop for food.
You apologized when you took too long getting ready.
You apologized if you laughed too loud or sent him two texts in a row.
It didn’t matter how small it was.
You always expected him to get upset.
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One evening, the two of you were sitting on his couch when you accidentally spilled some water on his coffee table.
“Oh my gosh.” You immediately grabbed a napkin. “I’m so sorry.” Quinn gently took the napkin from your hands.
“Hey.” You looked at him nervously.
“Why do you always think I’m going to be mad?”Your eyes dropped to your lap.
“My ex…” you said quietly. “He got angry over everything.” Quinn stayed silent.
“If I spilled something, he’d yell. If I made a mistake, he’d make me feel stupid.” You gave a small shrug.
“So… I guess I just expect everyone else to do the same.” Quinn’s heart sank. He reached over and took your hand. “I’m not him.”
“I know.”
“No,” he said softly. “I don’t think you do.” A tear slipped down your cheek.
“I’ve been waiting for you to get tired of me.” His eyebrows pulled together.
“Baby, I like spending time with you. I don’t care about spilled water or dropped spoons.” He smiled gently.
“I care that you’re okay.” You stared at him.
“You… aren’t mad?” He let out a quiet laugh.
“Why would I be mad at you? I don’t think I’ve been mad at you once.”
Your shoulders relaxed for what felt like the first time all night. Quinn brushed his thumb across your hand.
“You never have to earn anything from me.” Another tear rolled down your cheek.
“I don’t?”
He shook his head.
“No.” He leaned over and kissed your forehead.“You deserve to be treated with patience.”
For the first time since you’d started dating, you believed him. And Quinn silently promised himself that one day, apologizing for simply existing would become a habit you no longer had.
Hi Everyone!! Sorry for not writing for a long time but I would like to start again!! Does anyone have any requests or prompts the would like me to write? Please send me requests if you do. Just know that if I am not interested in the request or I get weirded out I may not write it.
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Playful and Affectionate
Prompt: Quinn and y/n just playing around and being affectionate to one another. Mainly Quinn.
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Quinn had been sitting beside you for all of five minutes before he started fidgeting. Then sighing dramatically. Then leaning slightly closer. Then resting his head on your shoulder. Then moving again. Then resting his chin on the top of your head.
“You’re being weird,” you mumbled, not looking up.
“I’m not doing anything.”
“You just sighed like you’re going through something.”
“I am.”
“What could you possibly be going through right now?”
“You’re not paying attention to me.”
You let out a small laugh, finally glancing at him.
“You’re 25, not five.”
“That doesn’t mean I don’t need attention.”
“You’ve had my attention all morning.”
“Not right now.”
Quinn nudged his knee against yours. Then again. Then again, harder this time.
“Quinn.”
“Yes?”
“You’re literally kicking me.”
“I’m gently encouraging interaction.”
You shook your head, trying to go back to your phone, but Quinn quickly slid closer until your legs were tangled together. His hand reached for yours, lacing your fingers together automatically.
“There,” he said softly.
“Now I have your attention.”
“You already had my attention.”
“I wanted more of it.”
He leaned over, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. Then another. Then one just barely at the corner of your lips.
“You’re very clingy today.”
“Just today?”
You rolled your eyes, but didn’t pull away when he shifted even closer. Eventually, Quinn reached over and gently took your phone from your hands.
“Hey—”
“No phones.”
“I was doing something.”
“You were ignoring me.”
“I was sitting next to you.”
“Physically,” he corrected.
“Not emotionally.”
“You’re unbelievable.”
He just smiled slightly before setting your phone on the table out of reach.
“You can survive ten minutes without it.”
“What are we doing for ten minutes?”
Quinn shrugged casually.
“Spending time together.”
“We’ve been spending time together.”
“Better time together.”
You gave him a skeptical look.
“What does that even mean?”
Instead of answering, Quinn suddenly grabbed your hands and gently pulled you toward him. You let out a small laugh as you tried to resist slightly.
“What are you doing?”
“Come here.”
“I’m already here.”
“Closer.”
You shifted slightly closer, only for Quinn to pull you the rest of the way so you were half laying on top of him.
“There,” he said again, clearly satisfied.
“You just wanted me as a human blanket.”
“I’m cold.”
“You’re not cold.”
“I am now.”
You shook your head, but relaxed against him anyway. A few seconds passed before Quinn started absentmindedly tracing small patterns on your arm with his fingers. Then he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. Then another just beneath it. Then one near your neck.
“Are you just kissing me for no reason?”
“I always have a reason.”
“What’s the reason?”
“I like you.”
“That’s not a reason.”
“It’s a very good reason.”
You smiled slightly as he pressed another soft kiss just under your ear. Then one against your cheek. Then finally one against your lips. Quick. Sweet. Then again, slower this time.
“You’re very affectionate right now,” you murmured.
“I’m always affectionate.”
“Not like this.”
He just smiled against your lips before kissing you once more. Then, without warning, he gently squeezed your sides. You jolted slightly.
“Quinn!”
“What?”
“You just tried to tickle me.”
“I didn’t try.”
His fingers lightly dragged against your sides again.
You immediately squirmed, trying to push his hands away.
“Stop!”
“You’re ticklish.”
“I know that!”
He grinned, clearly pleased with this information.
“Good to know.”
“No, not good to know.”
He did it again, softer this time, making you laugh as you tried to hide your face in his shoulder.
“Quinn!”
“Yes?”
“You’re annoying.”
“You’re laughing.”
“I’m laughing because I’m being attacked.”
He laughed quietly, pulling you closer when you tried to escape.
“You started this.”
“I was literally sitting still.”
“Exactly. Suspicious behavior.”
You shook your head, still smiling as he pressed another soft kiss to your cheek. Then your jaw. Then just beneath your ear.
“You’re very affectionate when you’re being annoying.”
“I’m always affectionate.”
“That’s true.”
He smiled softly at that, clearly pleased. Eventually, the playful energy settled into something quieter. Still close. Still tangled together.
Your hand resting against his chest while his fingers traced slow patterns against your back.
Quinn tilted his head slightly, pressing a soft lingering kiss to your lips. Then another shorter one.Then one more just because he could.
“You done bothering me?” you teased softly.
“Never.” Quinn said snuggling closer.
He pulled you just slightly closer.As if there was even space left between you.
“You like it.”
You smiled, relaxing fully against him. Maybe you did.
Best friends little sister
Prompt/request: Quinn in he’s brother’s best friend and an age gap , she’s the youngest daughter & she’s studying science in university
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You’re at your parents’ house for dinner, home from university for the weekend, and Quinn is leaning against the kitchen counter with your brother, arguing about something dumb.
“It’s basic physics,” Quinn says, smug. “Force equals mass times acceleration.”
You look up from where you’re cutting fruit.
“That’s not how that applies here,” you say casually.
He glances at you. “Oh?”
You wipe your hands on a towel, walking a little closer. “You’re ignoring friction.”
Your brother groans. “Please don’t start.”
Quinn crosses his arms, amused. “I’m ignoring friction?”
“Yes,” you reply, stepping into his space just enough to reach for a glass behind him. “Which is a pretty important variable.”
He doesn’t move.
You don’t ask him to.
Instead, you lean slightly closer, reaching past him. Your shoulder brushes his chest.
“You always were bad at details,” you add lightly.
His eyebrows lift.
“Careful,” he murmurs. “You sound like you’re flirting.”
You pull the glass down slowly.
“Maybe I just like being right.”
He smiles at that — slow and crooked.
“You’ve gotten bold.”
“I’ve gotten older.”
That lands.
Your brother calls Quinn into the living room, saving him from having to respond, but the look he gives you before walking away lingers a little too long.
—
It becomes a pattern after that.
Little comments.
Little looks.
At another dinner, you’re sitting at the table talking about your lab work, explaining something about protein structures. Quinn’s chin is propped on his hand, eyes on you instead of his plate.
“You’re staring,” you say without looking at him.
“Am I?”
“Yes.”
“Just trying to understand what you’re saying.”
You smirk. “You don’t.”
He shrugs. “Nope. But I like listening to you talk.”
Your fork pauses midair.
“That so?”
“Mhm.”
Your brother kicks him lightly under the table. “Focus.”
Quinn doesn’t break eye contact with you when he says, “I am.”
Your stomach flips.
—
The tension builds in small, quiet ways.
One night, your brother falls asleep halfway through a movie — again — sprawled out on the other end of the couch.
You’re tucked into the corner, blanket over your legs. Quinn’s sitting closer than usual. Not touching. Just… close.
“You always steal the blankets,” he murmurs.
“You’re bigger than me. You don’t need one.”
“I’m cold.”
You glance at him skeptically. “You play professional hockey.”
“And?”
“And you literally exist in ice.”
He grins. “Still cold.”
You sigh dramatically, lifting the edge of the blanket.
“Fine. But don’t complain.”
He slides under it, thigh pressing against yours.
Neither of you comment on it.
A few minutes pass.
“You smell different,” he says quietly.
You blink. “Excuse me?”
“Not bad,” he adds quickly. “Just… different.”
You try not to smile. “It’s called perfume.”
“Didn’t wear it before.”
“I didn’t own it before.”
Silence.
Then—
“You wear it when I’m here?”
Your pulse jumps.
You don’t look at him. “Maybe.”
He shifts slightly, turning toward you more.
“That intentional?”
You finally glance at him.
“Are you asking because you’re curious,” you say softly, “or because you’re hoping?”
His jaw tightens just slightly.
“You’re playing a dangerous game.”
“You started it.”
He studies you.
“You know your brother would lose it.”
“I know.”
“That doesn’t bother you?”
You shrug, but your voice is softer now. “Not as much as it probably should.”
There’s a beat of silence.
The movie keeps playing, forgotten.
Your knee is pressed firmly against his now. His arm rests along the back of the couch behind you — not touching, but close enough that you can feel the warmth of him.
“You’re not sixteen anymore,” he says quietly.
“No,” you agree. “I’m not.”
“And I’m not some college guy messing around.”
“I know.”
His eyes search yours, like he’s looking for hesitation.
He doesn’t find any.
“You’re trouble,” he mutters.
You tilt your head slightly. “Scared?”
He lets out a quiet laugh.
“Of you? Maybe.”
You shift closer — just enough that your shoulder brushes his chest now.
“You’ve known me forever,” you say softly. “You really that intimidated?”
He looks down at you, and something in his expression changes.
Less teasing.
More serious.
“You’re not a kid,” he says again, like he needs to remind himself.
“No.”
“And if I cross that line—”
“Then cross it.”
The room feels suddenly very small.
He searches your face one last time.
“Last chance to back out,” he murmurs.
You don’t answer.
You just reach up and hook your fingers lightly into the collar of his shirt.
That’s all it takes.
He leans down slowly — giving you time, giving you space.
You close the distance first.
The kiss is soft at first. Testing.
Then he exhales against your mouth like he’s been holding that in for months, and his hand finally comes up to cup your jaw.
It deepens — not rushed, not reckless — but certain.
When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours.
“We are so dead,” he murmurs.
You smile, breath a little uneven.
“Worth it?”
He doesn’t hesitate.
“Yeah.”
And when he kisses you again, there’s no teasing left in it at all.
Hello Lovelies!!! I was wondering, if I keep writing Quinn fics will anyone read them? Or will no one care? I want to keep writing them but how do all of you feel?