#dad!quinn

[ilyasorokinn]

mic'd up with max hughes , quinn hughes

note, i have SOOOOO many olympic fics planned in my brain, so stay tuned everyone tehe!! you all really like my other mic'd up fic with the nylander diaries (check it out here!), so i decided to do another one :) in this fic, max is 6 years old and charlotte is 1. also, this fic is part of "the hughes gang" series. check out this masterlist for more. pair, quinn hughes x reader summary, max hughes is mic'd up for the olympic usa vs. sweden game. warnings, kids/children word count, 1584 words

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"I'm Max!" The little boy beamed, waving his hand at the camera, wearing a Team USA jersey that was much too big for him and that he was practically drowning in, "Come with me to my dad's hockey game." He smiled, waving the cameraman along.

The camera followed from behind as Max held your hand, talking your ear off. Just off to the side, your mom was holding Charlotte, who had been asleep since you finished dinner. With the time difference, she had spent most of the trip sleeping.

"Can we get a stuffy, mommy?" Max asked as you waited in line to get into the arena. "I want to get a Tina and Milo stuffy." He told you.

Quickly, you found yourselves in the gift shop and quickly located the stuffy that was perfect for Max's liking, "Now that we have my stuffy, it's time to find our seats." Max told the camera with a nod and a smile.

The footage shifted from outside the arena to Max holding your hand, and holding his grandma's in the other. His new stuffies was safely tucked away in your bag.

"Will we get to see Dad?" Max asked, looking up at you as you waited in line to get to your seats.

"Yeah, I know you're excited." You're heard in the background, smiling. "Are you hungry, Maxy?" The little boy shook his head, but you could tell he was getting a little bored waiting around.

"Who are you most excited to see, Maxy?" Ellen asked, distracting him.

Max thought about it for a second, "Daddy!" He cheered, jumping up.

Max's eyes were glued to the ice the second he could see it. Of course, he was used to seeing ice skating rinks, but everything about the Olympics was elevated.

The guys were already on the ice for warm-ups, so as you made your way down the seats towards the tunnel where the guys were coming out of, you easily spotted Quinn and Jack on the ice.

"Do you see daddy?" You asked, bending down to his level. Ellen and your parents were getting comfortable in their seats while Jim stood with you, Charlotte in his arms, who was now awake and looking around. She had a huge pair of headphones on and looked adorable.

"I see him." Max nodded, closing one eye and following him with his finger.

Warm-ups continued, with you and Jim answering all of Max's questions, and Charlotte continuing to look around, confused but also wide-eyed. The clock began to run out, and slowly, the guys started coming off the ice, high-fiving fans and waving to their families.

Jack was the first to come off the ice and came down the tunnel, giving high-fives and fist-bumps in his own world. He was so in his head, he almost missed Max calling out for him. He walked down the tunnel, but quickly turned around when he heard a familiar voice.

"Hey, what's up, Maxy?" Jack smiled, reaching through the bars of the barricade, giving Max a high-five. "You having fun? Being good for your mom?" He glanced back at you, and you gave him a smile and a nod.

"I'm mic'd up today!" Max proudly showed off the little microphone attached to his shirt.

"Wow, that's so cool, bud." Jack gave him another high-five. They talked for a few more minutes, which was mostly just Max talking and Jack nodding along enthusiastically, before Jack walked off, and Max continued waiting for Quinn to come off.

"Come on, Daddy," Max whispered. Quinn skated around a few more times, shooting the puck once before finally coming off the ice. As the crowd cheered around him, the only thing he was focused on was finding you. "Daddy!" Max shouted.

Quinn's head shot over, and he made his. wayover to where you were all standing, "What's up, bud?" Quinn couldn't help the smile growing on his face.

Jim came down a few steps, holding Charlotte so she could better see her dad, and as soon as Charlotte saw Quinn, she started wiggling in her grandpa's arms, wanting to be held by her dad.

You picked her up and held her so Quinn could give her a high-five, smiling and making faces at her to make her laugh. Quinn turned his attention back to Max, and the two did their little ritual, one that was sacred and something they had come up with just the two of them.

"Score goals, daddy!" Max called after him as he walked down the tunnel.

You made your way back up to your seats, Max sitting in between happily. While you were waiting for Quinn and Jack, your mom and Ellen had gone and picked up some snacks, and more importantly, a pretzel for Max.

Before the puck even dropped, almost half the pretzel was gone. "Did you like the pretzel?" You asked.

"Hmm." He nodded, "Can I have a sucker, please?" He asked.

"Remember, we only have three, so you have to choose." You reminded him, pulling it out of your bag for him. He nodded, and you opened it for him, watching him pop it in his mouth before he turned back to the ice in front of him.

When the game started, Max was locked in. He was calling out plays like he was behind the bench and cheering for his dad the entire time. He was out of his seat when Dylan Larkin scored the first goal of the game for Team USA, and cheered even louder when it was announced that his uncle and dad got the assists.

"Goal!" Max cheered as loud as he could, standing on top of his chair. He gasped when he saw himself on the Jumbotron, turning to you shyly.

"Look, it's you." You laughed, taking his hand and waving at the camera. The camera changed to another fan, and when the camera was off him, he fell back in his seat with a sigh.

"I was on the big TV." Max recounted, "Do you think daddy saw?"

"I think so." Ellen nodded, a smile just as big on her own face.

During intermission, the MCs were trying to find the loudest fan in the arena, so Max stood on your legs, cheering as loud as he could. He was clapping his hands, cheering the very best he could.

For most of the third period, Max was getting antsy, and you could tell he was losing energy. But when Sweden scored, he was quickly paying attention to the game, and he was out of his seat.

And for all of overtime, he was on his feet out of his seat. The goal happened so quickly, you almost didn't register it, but that was how Quinn was. He was fast and efficient.

The goal horn sounded, and you were on your feet with the rest of the arena. Max was jumping around happily and cheering with you. "Did you see that? Daddy scored!" You picked him up so he could have a better view of the celly and what was going on on the ice.

"Daddy scored, daddy scored!" Max kept cheering, doing his little happy dance. You pointed out on the ice where Quinn was. He knew where you were sitting and skated over, blowing kisses in your direction. Max blew a kiss back, cheering as the rest of the arena rode the high of the win.

After the game, you were waiting just outside the arena for Quinn to come out. You probably wouldn't be able to see him for too long, but just seeing him for a little while would make it all worth it. Charlotte had spent most of the game asleep, and you knew Max was about to fall asleep.

"Look, there he is, bud." You pointed as soon as you saw him come out of the building. Max wasted no time, running over and jumping into his dad's arms.

"Daddy." Max melted into his father's arms. "Did you see me on the big TV?"

"I did." Quinn laughed, "I saw you and mommy." He kissed the boy's head and picked him up, walking towards the rest of your group.

"Don't forget to sign off." You whispered, pointing to the camera that had been following you all night.

"Thanks for coming with me to my dad's hockey game. See you next time!" Max waved to the camera.

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Quinn rolled his neck and closed his eyes as the media teams all got their equipment ready. "So, Quinn..." He turned his attention in the direction from which the voice was coming. "We saw your son on the jumbotron in the second period," Quinn smiled at the mention of Max.

"Yeah." He hummed, taking a sip of water.

"Do you think that helped play a part in that comeback in overtime?"

He nodded, closing his waterbottle, "Uh, yeah, I think it did. My wife and son, they've been with me since before I was even drafted, and they're the reason I'm here today. So, just knowing he was in the crowd cheering me on, it was all the motivation I needed." He explained, a faint smile on his face as he pictured both of you in his head.

"Do you think your son is your good luck charm?"

Quinn couldn't help but laugh, "Yeah, I think both him and my daughter are. Whenever they're here, I think it makes me play better. I have something to prove." He nodded.

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[hughes-your-daddy]

UH OH!

paring: quinn hughes x fem reader

warnings: swearing, labour, pregnancy

summary: your summer trip to the lake house ends in one extra person coming home with you.

it all started with a movie night. the whole family together for the first time since everyone made it out to michigan. jack, luke, quinn, ellen, jim and you. all bundled up on the l shaped couch, drowning in blankets and snacks.

quinn lays to the side of you on the l - shaped section, head resting on your chest, unconsciously tracing his fingers over your swollen 8 and a half month stomach.

one of the jurassic movies plays in the background, your eyes starting to droop, ready to fall asleep until a sudden quench of thirst hits you.

slowly, you peel off of quinn, a small pout forming on his lips as you giggle at him.

“you alright sweetie?” ellen asks, as quinn helps push you up from the couch.

“oh, yeh all fine, just need a drink. anyone want anything?” you ask, looking over to the others as they all decline.

you make your way into the kitchen, moving to open the cabinets and grabbing a cup to fill up with some orange juice. opening the fridge, you see some pickles which automatically catch your eye, completely forgetting about the orange juice and grabbing the jar instead.

you move around the kitchen to grab a plate before placing a few pickles on it, moving around to rest your elbows against the island.

so far, your pregnancy has been smooth sailing, all scans were prefect, any tests done came back clear. the nursery was set up at your shared apartment back in Vancouver, jack and luke even coming over for a few days to help paint and build furniture.

you had even gotten close to a name, but without knowing the gender yous didn’t want to commit to anything right now. saying that, yous also haven’t found the right options for a girl or boy, none of the names seeming to sit right with yous.

your eyes float back over to the empty glass, groaning when you remeber why you came here in the first place. pushing yourself off the island you move back over to the fridge leaving your 2 pickles to sit on the counter.

you go to open the fridge, startled by a sudden release of liquid between your legs. frozen, you slowly look down seeing a off-coloured liquid leak down between your legs. you snap back into reality just as you hear

“hey y/n, your nearly done-“

the sound of your fiancés voice rounding the corner of the island, freezing at the sight.

“quinn,” you say meeting his eyes, “i think that’s my waters.” your voice wavers slightly, a twinge of panic settling in your chest.

“shit shit, umm ok,” he mumbles rushing over, taking your hands and walking you over to a bar stool at the island, “your ok, just take a breath yeh?” he settles you on the stool, gently pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“i-it’s still going, why’s it still going? i thought it came all at once? do you think-” you begin rambling, only to be cut off by lips on yours.

“breathe baby. you’re ok,” he repeats, pulling back to look directly in your eyes, “i’m gonna get my mom and we’re gonna go to the hospital ok?” he says, voice calm and smooth. you manage to nod, feeling speechless.

you hear quinn call out to his mom and footsteps plodding down the hall, as all thoughts and panics swim your head.

“quinn it’s too early, im only 8 months, i-i don’t even have any contractions.” you ramble once again only to be cut off by a different voice this time.

“hey honey, you need to take some deep breaths for me,” your eyes focus to see ellen stood infront of you with her hands on your shoulders, “it’s not too early trust me, i’ve done this three times and none of them were anywhere close to their due date.” she sends a soft smile over to you, your eyes wandering over to see jack and luke mopping the floor with paper towels.

“i’m so sorry about the mess-“ you start, ellen interrupting you by clearing your throat.

“the least we can do for you, your bringing our little niece or nephew into the world.” luke smiles up to you, jack agreeing.

“do you have your midwife’s number y/n?” ellen asks, you nodding as quinn goes back into the living room to grab his phone, dialling the midwife.

“quinn, you need to tell her y/n’s waters have broke but there are no contractions yet ok? she’ll probably contact the hospital here to ask whether to send yous over or not.” she instructs quinn with a calming voice,he hands gently rubbing circles over your shoulders.

“why isn’t it stopping?” you ask, feeling a slow but growing puddle in your stool.

“that’s completely normal sweetie, not like the films where it all comes at once.” ellen answers, moving across the fill up a glass of water, “ but you have to keep hydrated ok?” she asks and you nod, hearing quinn back beside you on the phone to the midwife.

“yeh.. ok.. thank you so much.” quinn finishes slipping his phone into his sweatpants, “she said it should be alright to go to the hospital. she rang and they said they have plenty of room.” he says sending a soft smile your way.

besides the panic and worry filling your whole body, there’s a warmth and joy, knowing your going to finally be able to hold your little baby.

“do you think i could change clothes?” you ask, knowing your (or quinn’s) sweatpants are soaked and most likely your hoodie too.

“of course honey, i’ll try and pack a few things for you, i know your hospital bags back in vancouver.” ellen smiles, pressing a small kiss to the top of your head before disappearing.

“you think you can walk?” quinn asks gently, as you nod. quinn takes one of your hands, while jack takes your other arm, weary of the still, very sloppy, wet floor.

“thanks jacky.” you giggle as you can sense he is so confused right now.

“just make sure my little niece is alright yeh?” shoots back, smiling at your chirping.

“we don’t even know the gender yet jack.” quinn says as you get back to the carpeted floor.

“i just have this feeling.” jack smiles before heading back to finish mopping with luke.

“ok, just up some stairs honey.” quinn softly says, the two of you slowly making your way up the flights of stairs to the room yous are staying in.

you make your way across to the bed and quit gently sits you down moving across the room to the set of drawers beside the window pulling out some clothes.

“are these ok?” he asks holding up a pair of his flannel pyjama pants. you match his small smile, knowing they’re your favourite before he pulls out one of his canucks training hoodies and making his way back over to your bed.

he gently pulls your hoodie off, the hem at the bottom slightly wet and throws it into the en-suite to deal with later.

“you wanna keep this on?” he asks, referring to the small cropped tank top underneath, you shake your head knowing it’ll come off anyway, leaving you in your bra before he slides the new hoodie over top. he then starts on your sweat pants peeling off the now soaked one, throwing them also to the bathroom before moving away to grab a towel and dry down your legs.

“your incredible you know,” quinn says, as he dries down your thoughts, you giggle at the random comment making him look up at you, “just wanted to let you know.” he smiles, tossing the towel aside and pulling on the new pants, before helping you back to your feet.

“any contractions yet?” he asks, gently pulling you into his arms and swaying the both of you gently side to side.

“mmh no don’t think so, i think it’s all still braxton hicks.” you mumble feeling that exhaustion come back to you.

together the two of you (mostly quinn) move move around the room only packing essentials into his backpack like phones, chargers and some extra clothes.

“you ready to have this baby?” he asks wrapping an arm around your waist the holding holding his bag.

“i think so?” he hesitantly nod, a small smile appearing on your face.

making your way back downstairs, ellen has managed to pack a few things that she had buggy as presents for the two of you like a few baby grows, nappies etc.

“i think this should do you to for now, we gonna head straight into town first thing tomorrow morning to get you guys a temporary crib until we can figure out how you guys will get home ok?” she asks and you’re set back speechless as she hands another bag over top quinn.

“oh guys, you really don’t have to-“ you start only to be cut off by jim.

“we love you y/n your carrying pur grandchild, yous two only deserve the best.” jim smiles moving around to give you a small hug followed by ellen, jack and luke.

“you got this alright?” luke whispers as you nod.

growing up the new kid in town was hard when you were younger. moving at the age of 12 had a lot of issues with school and friends, but luke made it his personal mission to make sure that wasn’t a problem for much longer. yous two became inseparably quickly before jack joined and finally quinn, you were the same age as jack so you fit in with the brothers easily, getting out in goal when they practiced hockey even though you didn’t.

they became your second family, until you fell for the older brother one summer.

now your being loaded into his car, as the family get ready to follow in their own.

quinn slowly pulls out of the driveway, offering his hand for you to hold to try and ground yourself. he turns the radio on, soft music playing considering it’s around 11:30pm, the streetlights making the road barely visible.

he starts to get closer to the town, seeing the hospital in the distance when a massive contraction hits you out of nowhere.

“quinn.” you let out almost in a whine, gripping his hand tighter, as he rubs his thumb over your knuckles.

“your doing great honey, we’re just pulling up now, keep breathing for me.” he says, pulling into a car parking space before turning the car off and getting out to come round to your side.

your hands move to your belly, gently rubbing underneath to try and soothe the pain.

“you ready baby?” he asks opening the door and reaching over to help rub your belly.

“give me a sec.” you mumble, trying to catch your breath after that contraction, it knocked you right over, “ok, yeh i’m good.” you smile slightly, taking a deep breath before letting quinn help you out the car, both bags already over his shoulders as he grabs on of your hands his other snaking around your waist as you slowly make your way into the hospital.

you manage to get checked in and settled rather quickly due to how quiet it is, the nurse already checking your dilation.

“your already about 5cm which is great, hopefully it won’t be too long of a wait. i’ll be back in around an hour to check you again. if you need anything before then just shout and ill come over.” she smiles, binning her gloves before leaving the room, silence taking over as quinn stands beside your bed, hands in pockets looking like a lost puppy.

“quinn baby,” you smile gently, his eyes locking with yours, concern written all over his face, “c’mere.” you mumble, putting your hand out for him to grab, as his cautiously makes his way over taking your hand and setting himself down in the small chair by your bed.

“you ok? an hour ago you were the one calming me down, but now you look like your gonna cry hun.” you say gently, hand unconsciously rubbing your bump, which is now hooked up to lots of monitors, quinn holding your other with both his hands.

“trust me, the only tears that you’ll see are happy ones,” he lets out a small giggle before looking up to meet your eyes, “just feels like this is happening so quick.” he mumbles, his finger drawing shapes on that back of your hands.

“it is, but just think, it might be nice learning how to do all this,” you say gesturing to your belly, “with your whole family with us. it’s less stress.” you smile, as he brings your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it.

“i’m so glad we have my mom and dad,” he lets out a happy huff, seeing your smile, before a knock interrupts you, “speaking of.” he smiles moving to get up and answer.

you adjust the light blanket over your lower half as you are now completely naked, only having your bra still on due to how hot your getting.

“hey guys,” quinn welcomes them, all of them here as they promised, ellen moving across the room to give you a hug.

“feeling any better now?” she asks pulling away as you give her a small smile and nod.

“said i’m 5cm and hoping it should go quick, so we’re just waiting.” you smile as they find seats around your bed, quinn moving to perch on the side of it, so his mom could have a chair.

hours pass from laying in the bed, bouncing on a yoga ball and now walking around the ward. the pyjama pants back on, hand low under your bump, now wearing quinn’s zip up hoodie over your bra as you hold onto your iv drop stand for support as you walk. quinn’s hand lays on the small of your back, slowly guiding you around the ward.

“i thought she said this would be quick.” you mumble slowly waddling along.

“they’re just being a little stubborn baby, wanna stay in your belly forever.” he smiles, moving to gently rub your bump with his other hand coming round to press a kiss against your temple, only for you to pull away, leaning against the wall with a hiss as another contraction hits.

“keep breathing baby, your doing so well.” he whispers, moving behind you to rub small circles on your back under his zip up.

“god it hurts quinn.” you whine, a tear falling down your cheek.

“i know, but your doing so well honey, not long now.” he says pressing a kiss to the back of your neck.

“ok, ok, i wanna go back, this isn’t helping.” you sigh, gaining composure after the contraction. he nods, guiding you back down the hall into your room, where jack and luke have crashed out on the small bench, jim out getting some coffees, leaving ellen on her phone.

“hey sweetie, did that help?” she asks as quinn sets you back down in the bed, putting the iv back by you.

“don’t think so.” you sigh, letting your eyes close for a moment.

soon the nurse drops by again, now 5:20am, as she checks your dilation once again.

“at 9cm now, not long sweetie, i’m gonna get the doctor ready as you should be able to push within an hour.” she smiles, moving to update your chart before leaving.

“it’s really time?” you ask looking up at quinn, as he pushes the hair off your forehead, placing down a kiss.

“yeh, baby, and then after you can get some rest.” he smiles causing a small chuckle out of you.

doctors and nurse begin filling the room, as family are ushered out leaving you and quinn, as they set up the stirrups.

he helps pull the pyjama pants off of you before the nurses get you in position.

“ok hun, when you feel that contraction you’re gonna push for me ok? i’m gonna count back from ten and once i reach zero you can stop but you gotta keep going for those 10 counts ok?” she asks, as quinn hand slips into yours, his other holding the back of your leg as he presses a kiss to your lips.

“you got this.” he whispers before you look back at the nurse, nodding.

as soon as that contraction hits, you begin pushing, pain radiating throughout your whole body, screaming and squeezing his hand to try and subside it.

“incredible job y/n, give me another big one.” the doctor calls out, as you catch your breath, small beads of sweat developing on your forehead.

once again you push and push and push until it feels like you’ve got nothing more to give.

“i can’t quinn, it hurts so bad.” you cry out, quinn coming down to rest his forehead on yours.

“you can baby ok? one more and then the head will be out and the rest is easy.” he says stern but soft, before moving to wipe a few stray tears from your cheeks.

so that’s what you do, keep pushing until you hear the cries of your newborn fill the room, tears of relief falling down onto your cheeks, as they’re placed into your bare chest

“that’s it baby, all done. you are absolutely incredible.” quinn laughs, a few tears on his own cheeks, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips.

“it’s a girl.” the nurse smiles as you cradle her close.

“hiya baby.” your voice wavers as your shaky finger comes to gently stroke her cheek, “she looks just like her daddy.” you whisper, before looking up to quinn who’s eyes are red and brimmed with his happy tears.

“gorgeous like her mama.” he smiles down before being called to cut the cord and having your daughter taken away to get cleaned and deliver the after birth.

the room quietens back down to a comfortable silence, only you, quinn and your newborn baby girl, cradled in your arms as quinn perched on the side of you bed, arm around your shoulders.

“what should we name her?” he asks, gently bring his hand down to brush the small tuff of hair out of her face.

“i did have an idea,” you mumble, quinn’s eyes meeting yours, “elleanor lucien hughes.” you smile seeing tears once again form.

“that’s beautiful baby. absolutely beautiful.” he whispers placing a small kiss onto the top of your head.

“but i guess now we’ll have to have another so jack doesn’t feel left out,” quinn mumbles causing a glare from you at the fact you’ve spent the last 7 hours in labour, “well wait a bit though, yeh?” he says hesitantly causing a smile to tug on your lips.

“i’d love that.”

[mattrempeswife]

IN EVERY GENTLE WAY

pair: dad!quinn hughes x f!reader

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort, drama, domestic.

warnings: jealousy, disrespectful comments toward c-section delivery, brief mention of breastfeeding/milk clot pain, emotional vulnerability, but ends with comfort and love.

summary: on your first trip back home as a family of three, quinn is nervous but devoted, doing everything to protect you and finn. tension arises when a childhood friend makes a cruel comment about your c-section, bringing out a rare side of quinn. later, when a painful milk clot hits you unexpectedly, quinn reminds you once again that there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for the two of you.

fia’s notes: once again, this little fic can totally be read as a standalone, no pressure to read anything before it! but if you have been following along, it also works as a continuation of ‘wait for me, little one.’ so basically, choose your own adventure vibes! either way, you’re getting a healthy dose of dad!quinn being soft, sweet, and so hopelessly in love with his little family. and honestly? i’ve been in the deepest dad!quinn spiral lately. like, the kind where i catch myself daydreaming about him holding a baby in one arm and a bottle in the other while looking all sleepy and shirtless. he’s just so gentle and attentive and ugh, it’s giving heart eyes all around. expect more content like this because clearly, i can’t get him out of my head.

“Quinn,”

You whispered, smoothing your fingers along the back of his hand as the car cruised down the road.

“Are you nervous?”

He glanced over at you from the driver’s seat, then at the rearview mirror where Finn sat strapped in, wide-eyed and content, his tiny fists wiggling beneath a soft blanket.

“Little bit,” he admitted.

“I don’t know why. Your family’s always been nice to me.”

You smiled, the sight of him in dad mode with his baseball cap on, one hand steady on the wheel, the other reaching over to squeeze your knee which made your chest bloom with warmth.

“I think it’s because this is the first time we’re going back with Finn.”

He nodded, expression soft.

“Exactly. I just… I want to do everything right. I know he’s only a few months old, but I want your family to see I’m taking care of you both. That I’m serious about being the kind of man you deserve.”

You reached up to touch his cheek.

“They already know that, Quinn. They love you. And so do I.”

He grinned, turning his head to kiss your fingers.

“Still doesn’t stop me from making a list of rules in my head. No strong perfumes, no passing Finn around without asking, no alcohol…”

You laughed. “The Great Hughes Rulebook.”

He laughed with you, but his eyes were still flicking back to Finn protectively.

“I mean it though. He’s tiny. I just want to keep him safe.”

By the time you arrived at your childhood home, the house was already full of guest, chatter and foods. Your mom opened the door with a squeal and immediate tears in her eyes at the sight of you, then zeroed in on Finn.

“Oh, my goodness, he’s beautiful!”

You let her hold him for a moment, after a thorough hand sanitizer session, per Quinn’s firm but gentle request and then introduced Finn to your aunts, cousins, and family friends.

It wasn’t long before Dean arrived.

Dean, the boy next door who once lent you comic books, helped you learn how to bike, and confessed his crush the summer before you left for college. You had gently, kindly said you didn’t feel the same. Since then, something bitter always brewed beneath his smiles, especially after Quinn came into your life.

You caught Quinn subtly shift closer to you when Dean entered, carrying a bottle of sparkling juice, per your no-alcohol request and that same forced, tight-lipped smirk he always gave Quinn. The tension wasn’t obvious to anyone else, but you knew your husband. You saw the small ways he shielded you by standing between Dean and you when conversation sparked, keeping Finn near.

Despite that, the evening flowed easily at first. People asked about Finn, your birth, future plans. You shared your story, how he arrived by C-section after a long labor, how brave Quinn had been in the room with you.

And then Dean, who had been quiet for most of it. spoke, tilting his head in that all-too-familiar smug way.

“Guess some people don’t push through the hard parts of motherhood, huh?”

It was a needle prick dressed as a joke, loud enough for the others at the table to go silent.

Quinn’s arm immediately stiffened against yours.

You didn’t need to look at him to know his jaw was tight. His hand found yours beneath the table.

He stood up slowly, cradling Finn who had just fallen asleep in his arms.

“You know,” Quinn said, voice calm but edged with steel.

“I’ve seen a lot of things on the ice. Broken bones. Knocked-out teeth. Guys playing with torn ligaments just to stay in the game.”

He glanced down at you before locking eyes with Dean.

“But I have never, in my life, seen anyone braver than the woman sitting next to me. She went through twenty-six hours of labor before being rushed into surgery. She let someone cut her open for our son. And I stood there, helpless, watching her bleed so that he could breathe.”

The room was completely still. Dean shrank a little.

“And you have the nerve,” Quinn said, now shifting his weight as if he needed to anchor himself, “to reduce all of that, her courage, her pain to a joke?”

His voice stayed quiet, but it hit like a punch.

“If you ever talk about my wife, mother of my child like that again,” he added.

“You won’t be invited to any room she’s in. And let’s get one thing clear, Dean, you weren’t invited to this family-and-friends-only event, so the fact that you showed up unannounced is not only out of line, it’s straight-up disrespectful.”

You reached for his hand, heart thudding at how fiercely protective he was. Quinn looked at you next and immediately softened.

He kissed your temple, then turned back to the group.

“Sorry, everyone. Just had to make that clear.”

And just like that, he sat back down, rocking Finn gently in his arms.

The rest of the night was a little quieter, a little tenser, but still filled with laughter and joy, especially when your little boy gurgled in his sleep and made your mom cry again.

Back home, your body began to ache.

It started as a dull throb in your breast, then tightened. By the time you were in bed, it was pulsing with sharp pain.

You tried to massage it gently, hoping it was nothing but the lump was firm and the ache unbearable.

“Quinn…”

You whispered, curled on your side, your voice small.

He was halfway through unpacking Finn’s diaper bag when he turned, already concerned.

“What’s wrong?”

“I think… I think I have a milk clot.”

Quinn was at your side in seconds.

“Okay. Okay, come here, honey. Let me help.”

You were embarrassed, frustrated with the pain, with the leak that had already stained your sleep shirt, with the way the bed sheets were now damp. But Quinn didn’t even care. He helped you sit up, supporting you with one hand and grabbing a warm compress with the other.

Your breast leaked milk, and some of it got on his shirt.

“Quinn, I’m so sorry—”

“Don’t be sorry, my love.”

he interrupted gently, cupping your face.

“Do you think I care about a shirt?”

He carefully eased the wet sheets off the bed, replacing them with fresh ones while you laid in the guest room for a moment. Then he returned, shirtless now, and helped you lie down again.

“Anything else I can get you?”

You shook your head, eyes glassy from the pain and exhaustion.

Quinn leaned over and kissed your forehead.

“You’re doing amazing, my love. I’ve got you.”

Once the pain had subsided and Finn was back to sleep, you rested against Quinn’s chest.

“You know,” he said softly, fingers tracing your arm,

“If I ever have to fight someone again, it’ll probably be over you.”

You chuckled tiredly. “You didn’t fight.”

“No, I did not” he agreed.

“But I wanted to. And I meant what I said. You’re the bravest person I’ve ever known.”

You turned slightly to look at him. “Even when I make a mess? Leak milk all over the bed?”

He smiled. “Especially then.”

And before you could say anything else, he pressed a kiss to your collarbone, then lower to your scar, still healing, still tender.

“That’s the mark of the day I became a dad,” he whispered.

“There’s nothing more beautiful.”

Tears slipped from your eyes. Not from pain. But from love.

From Quinn.

Always, Quinn.

[toonice113]

the announcement ｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ the best days AU

⋆˚࿔ tina's note 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ here we go, Quinn and reader are joining Luke and Arya in parenthood ◡̈ i did ended up going with an x reader for this one

You’re well known for your content on tiktok where you share your life, the past few months your contact has shifted slightly without your followers noticing, you’ve taken a step back from doing try ons or any videos that show your body too much and have been making more videos showing new recipes, doing makeup tutorials or vlogs that showcase how your summer is going with short clips of good moments.

Opposite to you is Quinn, he’s quiet and private about his life, his camera roll is filled with pictures and videos of your time together, but those are for him only, so when his summer break dump features his girlfriend, who everyone kinda knew of but didn’t actually know who she was, a girlfriend who is very well known in the internet world everyone freaks out, and when the pictures feature a very prominent pregnancy belly well, the internet breaks.

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Kinnie with the Canucks ! ♡

you're filming a silly trend, a "mini-blog" of your son going to a Canucks game to watch his dad play. But seeing him so happy makes you think, and all you can focus on is him.

i started writing this a while ago and just remembered i never finished it, so here it is. Btw, the nickname is a short way of saying "pumpkin", bc i love that nickname and i already thought of a whole reason behind it. Also, i was inspired by this and this video + i was listening to "Love Story" while finishing it

i can make this a series if y´all want.

from the moment your little one got mic'd up, he started babbling and trying to narrate as best he could. And to make him feel more comfortable, they asked you to be the one recording him. So the boy constantly looks at you, talking about how excited he is to see his dad play.

now, this isn't strange or new to him; in fact, it's quite common. But it's always a new experience, and you know that Quinn's little copy idolizes him more than anything in this world, and he experiences every game as if it were Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Final.

you unconsciously smile at how easily he talks about the place, showing the spectators around, the outside of the locker room, everything, and then makes his way to his special seat, near the glass, where he can watch the game up close.

“dad’s coming out any minute, we’ll see if i can get a puck,” he said, mouthing the words in a funny way, his cheeks flushed, his smile exactly like Quinn’s. Behind the camera, your heart melts once again, knowing your husband would give him every puck and every stick in the game if his little one asked.

you hear him talk, but all you can look at is him. His hair, his cheeks, his smile. His sweet chuckle, and the way he moves his head when he talks. The way now his big and bright eyes focus on the rink instead of the camera.

you used to jokingly comment about how you spent months carrying him for him to end up being an exact copy of Quinn. But it’s true. And he’s more than happy and proud to look just like him.

when your little one first became interested in hockey, you should have seen it coming. Of course he wants to play defense. Of course he wants to be the best.

he’s fast, he’s very agile. And everyone knows what he wants.

“i wanna play like dad when i grow up. He’s so cool,” he smiled. And at that moment, the players came out for warmups. Your little boy sat on the edge of his seat, more attentive than ever, and Quinn was quick to find you, quickly going to the glass, hitting it with his stick, smiling when his son laughed, tapping the glass with one of his little hands.

Quinn didn’t even have to hear the question; he immediately went to get a puck, tossing it over the glass, and you had to be careful, catching it and passing it to your son, trying to capture the moment without moving the camera too much.

you hear a few people around you making “aww” sounds, watching the moment when mini Hughes smiles, his face lighting up even more.

he’s like a little fan, even though he sees his dad almost every day, and when Quinn is away, they spend hours talking on facetime, no matter how tired both are.

and no matter how much time passes, you know he'll still be this obsessed.

as the game progresses, he starts yapping and just talking, talking about how good his dad is, how he's the star of the team, and how much he loves his uncles, Quinn's friends. You smile, listening and trying to pay attention to the plays. You know it was originally meant to be a mini-blog, something they could post on tiktok for the Canucks' account, but you can't tell him to stop, or just cut the recording. Not when he's talking so happily, so excitedly, melting your heart. You know this should be seen, that everyone should get this dose of cuteness, even if it's a thousand-hour video.

and when it's Quinn who scores a goal? oh god, he screams and jumps, and you're sure he's the loudest. The people around congratulate him, knowing who he is, and making his smile even bigger, to the point where his cheeks cramp and his eyes are barely visible.

your heart aches; you wanna see him this happy forever, because it's all he deserves. And you love that it's Quinn who brings all of that to him, because it happens to you too. From the moment you met him, he's always been the first to make you smile, to be there for you every moment, to make you feel safe and increasingly confident. Quinn has always been your sunshine, and it feels right that he also is for your son, the fruit of your intense love for each other.

after the game, you walk behind him, who takes short, quick steps, trying to reach the locker room and see his dad. As the others leave, they pat him on the head, then wave to you and the camera. Happy with this victory.

when Quinn comes out of the locker room, he barely manages to bend down, reaching his son's level just as he throws himself into his arms. You see them laugh, do a little spin, and you know that all of that can be heard in the video through the microphone. Joy and love, in their purest and most beautiful state.

“hi, Kinnie,” your husband laughed, saying one of his son’s many nicknames, securing him in his arms before walking over to you, giving you a small peck. “Hi.”

“hi, dad,” your son replied. Then Quinn noticed the camera, and you paused for a moment to explain, watching him nod before looking down at his tiny copy. “Did you enjoy the game? i think mom recorded you yapping.”

“i was paying attention! i was just telling ´hem about the game,” he tried to defend himself, slightly blushing. “Mommy wasn’t even paying attention,” he said this time, making you both laugh.

when the video was posted, everyone was asking for the extended version, knowing that the video had been edited to fit on tiktok, so soon everyone could enjoy the full version on youtube as well.

thousands of comments talking about how mini Hughes inherited his dad's yapping, or how similar they are, and how loved he is.

and even though you try not to expose him too much on social media, videos of him in his little-games sometimes go viral, because of the way he skates, perfecting skills that many kids his age can't do yet; or videos of him "training" in the summer with his dad, his uncles, and his grandparents, in a family full of success, talent, and love.

everyone knows that little Hughes is the most loved, and that his future is bright, surrounded by people who will help him become a star. They even talk about how he'll be better than Quinn.

and you love it, you love knowing that he´s loved, that he's supported. You love knowing that you chose the perfect man, and that he gave you the ideal family. Because the bad days don't matter when the day ends and you all cuddle on the couch again. Because the good days will remain in your memories for years.

because no one will love you both the way Quinn does, and no one will love him the way you two love him.

and the internet is here to see that.

[withwritersblock]

Oh! Darling pt. 5

~Oh! Darling by The Beatles~

Author's Note: somewhat requested lol! I was rewatching the Faceoff series and reminded myself that someone asked for something like this so here you go! Anyways, hopefully more for this series coming up. Summary: Quinn's Faceoff episode Warnings: Canucks losing against Edmonton lol Word Count: 1,630 Quinn Hughes x fm!reader

Masterlist

It completely slipped his mind that he had agreed to film for the Face Off series until he started seeing the advertisements for it everywhere. Now, himself and his girlfriend were sitting together and watching it together. Ellie was in his lap, drinking a bottle. 

They already watched the first few episodes of the series and he was shocked on how it actually ended up looking. The series was actually entertaining. But now it was his episodes and he was terrified. He agreed to do it because they begged him to do it. His story was special because he was a young captain and a new dad.

“Do you want anything to drink?” she asked as she stood up from the couch, jogging towards the kitchen. He glanced down towards the little girl in his arms before he looked back towards Y/N. 

“Water’s fine, love,” he muttered as he looked into his daughter’s sleepy eyes as she continued to finish the bottle. “I’m pressing play,” he let out as he reached toward the remote. 

“Wait!” she called out as she took a hold of a soda and a water bottle. He chuckled as he pressed play anyway. “Hey!” she let out while laughing as she jogged towards the couch. Cautiously, she placed the bottle of water beside him and she kept her soda in her hand. He chuckled as he pulled the bottle from Ellie’s mouth. He brought her up and began to delicately pat her back. 

Instantly, once he saw himself on the screen, his face scrunched up. “Oh god,” he muttered.

Y/N grinned widely as she saw him on the screen, “Oh stop, look how cute you are,” she said as she inched towards him. Delicately, she tapped her hand against the top of his thigh. 

On the screen, he started cooking and talking about his journey of being captain. “Probably read 20 to 25 books this year because I felt at the start of the year that with becoming captain, it was a lot for me-” he explained on the screen. Y/N lips fell into a pout. 

Saying that it was a lot for him was an understandment. He was overwhelmed from the moment he was given the C. He came home that morning after the conversation with Rick and told her that he was becoming captain. At first, it was exciting and he was confident that he could do a good job. But as the preseason went on, he was shy and nervous. But as he explained in the episode, he started to grow into it. 

“What was it like having this new role on the team and this new role in life?” the interviewer asked. Quinn tossed his head back and laughed. 

“Definitely been a hard year but I wouldn’t change a single thing about it,” he explained before running his fingers through his hair. “It was really difficult because it was hard being away from my girlfriend; because obviously pregnancy is really hard but she was great,” he explained.

The screen started showing clips of Quinn and newborn Ellie. Y/N was sitting on the couch beside Ellen as quinn was holding Ellie against his chest. She was only a few weeks old when the camera crew was there. 

“Your daughter was born a month before the playoffs, what was that like?” the interviewer continued. 

Quinn smiled softly on the screen, his eyes lighting up in the process. “When we found out about Ellie, we realized pretty quickly that the timing wasn’t great. But our families were in town for the first few weeks. So while I was away on a roadie our families were here and supporting Y/N,” he took in a deep breath. 

“You would’ve had no idea Quinn was a new dad. He was still Quinn Hughes and he was still a huge presence on and off the ice,” Rick said on the screen, a chuckle falling from his lips. “He wanted to talk about his daughter all of the time but you could tell that if he did, it would break his heart a little bit,” he explained.

Quinn clenched his jaw as he shifted his gaze down towards his daughter. Y/N pouted her lips as she reached her hand over and ran her fingers through his hair.

“But that’s why we chose him as captain. He can seperate his personal life from being on the ice. He doesn’t let it effect what he does and that’s what you need from a captain. But you know that even if he didn’t let it effect him, he was constantly thinking about his girls,” Rick continued. 

Quinn smiled softly as he continued running his hand across Ellie’s back. “Can we move on to Trouba or something,” Quinn mumbled as he looked towards Y/N.

The screen continued to show a smiley Quinn in the locker room and then back to him in his apartment with Y/N and Ellie. It stayed on that moment for a few seconds before it shifted to Trouba in New York. 

“Let me see her,” Y/N muttered. Quinn nodded as he lifted Ellie from his chest and cautiously handed her over to Y/N. Quinn shifted his body to the side as he scanned Y/N’s features. “Did you know Rick said those things?” she asked, meeting his eye.

Pursing his lips forward, he shook his head slightly. He leaned towards her, delicately kissing her. “Didn’t really talk about it,” he said with a shrug. She nodded as Ellie’s eyes were starting to get heavy in her arms. 

“Pause it, I’m gonna put her down for her nap,” she said while standing up. He nodded as he reached beside him for the remote. He paused it as he watched her walk down the hall with Ellie in her arms. 

He pulled his phone from his pocket to see a text from Jack asking if he watched the episode yet. He replied that he was working on it. 

Ellie was always a fast sleeper so it only took a handful of minutes for her to fall asleep. Y/N returned to the living room, a grin on her lips. “Okay, press play,” she said as she sat down on the couch beside Quinn. He reached over and delicately rested his hand onto her furthest thigh. He ran his thumb across her thigh, she could barely feel it through the sweatpants fabric.

He pressed play and Trouba’s section started, showing off othe game that got them the President’s Trophy. Y/N leaned her head against his shoulder as they continued to relive the end of the season together. After a few more minutes of Jacob and Gabe’s segments it returned to Quinn.

Quinn was in Nashville with his parents for the first two games of the playoffs. 

“What was it like when Quinn told you guys he was having a baby?” one of the producers asked them as they were sitting in a coffee shop. Quinn smiled as he looked towards his mom. Her eyes lit up and so did his dad. 

“They called us on Facetime and Quinn just blurted it out like he was in trouble or something,” she said while laughing. Y/N looked towards Quinn and he shook his head while laughing.

“Telling news like that over the phone, kinda felt like I was,” Quinn joked out before they cut away to a clip of the Canucks and Predators series. 

After several more minutes, it cut towards the series against Edmonton. The high paced play and the comeback they tried to make in game seven. Quinn took in a sudden breath as he watched the plays and heard himself talk on the ice. He always dissociates during the game to the point he never really remembers what he says or how the plays develop. 

It panned toward the audience with Ellen, Jack, and Y/N watching the game. Her WAG jacket covering her frame, that she helped design. Jack’s arm was in a sling but he was leaning forward watching the game intensely. Ellen was emotionless as she shook her head slightly.

It showed the ending of the match, the celebrations by the Oilers and the sadness of the Canucks. Despite everything, Quinn still led the team in a salute to the crowd. She ran her hand across his upper back. 

“It obviously didn’t end like how we wanted it to but it was good experience for many of us. This is the first playoff run for a lot of us, so now we have a lot of things to use a stepping stones,” he explained in the interview. 

“Anything you would change?” the interviewer asked, nearly cringing at the question once she read it from the card.

“To win-” he said jokingly, “No, I mean-it’s been a tough year. Obviously, I am glad that I get to be home with my daughter for the next few months and not having to have the game on my mind for a few months. It would’ve been awesome to keep going, keep playing but uhm-I guess a good constellation prize was getting time with my girlfriend and our daughter,” he explained, smiling softly as he looked into the camera for the last time in the episode. 

Y/N lips fell into a pout as she lifted her head to look towards Quinn. “I’m such a sap,” he let out. She chuckled as she leaned towards him, kissing his cheek delicately.

“That was really cute,” she whispered as he tilted his head to the side to meet her gaze. “Such a good captain,” she dragged her thumb across his jawline.

“Shush, you,” he whispered before he leaned towards her, kissing her softly.

[hockybish]

Interview

❤️ Quinn Hughes x Reader ❤️ Family is Everything au ❤️

"dada dada da!" Baby Hattie squealed once she spotted her most favorite person in the world, her daddy. The moment she was set on the ground the little girl was toddling over to Quinn, who was in the middle of talking with the media.

"Yeah, you know it was a win tha-" Quinn was telling them when he felt someone at his feet.

"What do you want?" he looked down to see his little one waiting to be picked up.

"Da!" Hattie raised her arms up to him in a grabby up kind of motion.

"In a minute Trix." Quinn said and continued on talking about the Canucks defeat of the Oilers.

He liked to tease his daughter slightly sometimes when it came to things like being held knowing full well that he was going to give into whatever she wanted in due time.

"Da!" She stamped both of her little feet as hard as she could in frustration. She wants to be held now. Was it too hard to ask?

"One second." The hockey player felt himself being interrupted again. He looked down at his one year old offspring and just shook his head as he picked her up. "Is that better?"

Hattie squished her dad's cheeks and gave him a big ol' open mouth kiss before laying her head on her daddy's shoulder.

"You wanna say hi?" Hattie rubbed her eyes while she lazily waved to the group of reporters making Quinn finish up faster.

[itsonlyaddi]

certified capquinn enjoyer here, i have the same question, i miss her blog and her work so bad!! i hope she’s okay😞🤍

u are so real for that. like did she get shadow banned or something like that?