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Words You Never Said (M)

genre: angst, smut, fluff

word count: 1.7k

warnings: unprotected sex, quinn struggling with words, very soft

quinn hughes x fem!reader

summary: you were poise, quiet. something quinn admired about you. you had a gentle aura that made everyone in the room become soft the second you walked in.

docile.

if quinn could describe you in one word, it would be delicate. he saw you as a gentle sunshine that would shine through any situation. you were a peacemaker.

how could he have been so blind?

you smile with grace, making his stomach churn, "good morning, quinn."

quinn loved the soft rasp that came with your morning greetings. being the love of his life, he noticed things about you that you probably didn't know yourself. like the way you would blow on his hot coffee before handing it to him with a quiet smile. or the way you would check for eggshells before handing him his daily breakfast. or the way you always made sure to kiss his cheek before he dove right into the food made from love.

he admired how lovely you looked even when you would let out a small yawn from waking up so early to pamper him. he would always insist that you didn't have to do these things for him. and it would just end with a soft kiss to his lips as you said how much you love caring for him.

he should have said more how much he appreciated the small details of your mornings.

dialogue was typically short between the two of you. it wasn't a boisterous relationship, but nor was it really boring. it was more established than anything. and it gave him peace of mind.

when he'd come home from practice, you would calmly run him a bath for him to relax. you would always have a different candle lit, the water a perfect temperature. he really knew he was the luckiest person in the world.

why didn't he say it sooner?

you sighed, your eyes staring into the dark coffee staring back at you. it was just like every other day. few words spoken, gentle gestures you weren't sure he noticed. you felt more like a roommate than anything else, and you weren't sure what to make of it. you still slept next to him, kissed him, loved him. but lines weren't ever quite crossed in the relationship. it wasn't boring, you knew quinn liked the quiet life. and it didn't bother you.

but you just wondered why he never said anything about the things you did for him. there would be the occasional thank you before rushing out the door for a game, but it was fast and out of courtesy, not out of love.

quinn didn't think of it that way, and you had never mentioned the way you felt.

quinn knew you were sensitive, but wasn't sure how to address things around you.

when you slowly stopped doing the little things that made his stomach flip, he began to become worried.

"sunshine?" the nickname rolls off his tongue fluidly, and it catches you off guard. it's been too long since you've heard it, making your heart race.

"yes?" you look away from the dishes, turning face to face to your boyfriend of two years. his eyebrows were furrowed, eyes scanning you. you licked your lips, adverting your gaze under his intense one.

"i'm sorry," he declares. he doesn't let you ask questions before he continues, "i should have said more. i should have told you how much i enjoy our breakfast routine. i should have said how much your smile means to me. i should have told you that coming home to you, is the best part of my day, even when i lose a game. i should have called you for longer when i was gone on the road. i should have-"

you kiss him.

and he's shocked, but he quickly returns the kiss with a gentle feeling. and it was like living on cloud nine when you kissed him. his arms circling around you perfectly like you were fit to live in his arms forever. and he could taste the sunshine on your lips, the softness he adored so much.

"thank you," you said breathlessly, staring at him with glossy eyes. "i wasn't sure you noticed."

"of course i did," he tugs at the hem of your white shirt with nervous hands, "they were just words i never said. words i should have said."

you reach to run your hands through his hair, locks tangling between your fingers as you stare at him with love. he could fall straight to his knees with that look; he's sure anyone would. it was like staring into the place you know will always look like home, even from afar.

quinn quickly captures you in for another kiss, this one a bit more rushed. he was nervous. he had never really kissed you with such fervor before, but from the small whimper you let out between breaths, he couldn't stop even if he wanted to. it was bliss.

your hands were searching for places to ground yourself on him, while his easily rested on your hips. he loved your reaction when you lifted your shirt up so he could feel your bare skin. the goosebumps rose across your delicate skin, breaking away from the kiss to catch your breath. he was quick to trail his kisses down your jaw, neck, collarbone. you clutch onto his own shirt, your legs wanting to give out already.

quinn hums, "i should show you how much i appreciate you."

you stare with lidded eyes, still innocent and driving him up the wall. you didn't need to say anything, the soft tug at his shirt was enough for him to lift you on the kitchen counter. you've never had sex outside the bedroom before, and your body heated up at the thought of getting fucked on the counter.

quinn tilts his head with a little smirk gracing his lovely features, "i can feel your body warming up under my hands."

you felt a pit in your stomach, "t-this isn't the bedroom."

quinn laughed lowly, "i know, sweetheart. but i just can't wait to show you how much i appreciate my pretty girl."

pretty girl. his pretty girl.

you gasp as he reaches for the hem of your shirt, raising it up and tossing it aside on the floor. he curses under his breath at the sight of your bare breasts, nipples hard and begging to be touched. he doesn't waste time, wrapping his mouth around one while he gropes the other. your gasp and moans ringing in his ears. it was a heavenly sound that he could listen to forever.

when you tugged ever-so-lightly on his hair, he groans at the feeling. you were so soft. so gentle. it drove him crazy. only he could break you apart like this. only him.

he pulls back, looking at your disheveled look, "so fucking pretty. so gorgeous." he kisses you, filling you with need.

you scoot closer to him, pressing your chest against him and feeling the prominent bulge he displays now. you whine into the kiss, and he chuckles, breaking apart from you again while look at him with puppy eyes.

"gonna give you what you want, yeah?"

you nod eagerly, looking down as he takes off your tiny shorts and panties, following suit with his own clothes. you admire him, all while he admires you. he could say how lucky he is to have you like a gospel. like it was the only thing he ever wanted to brag about for the rest of his life.

"quinn," your voice interrupts his thoughts, feeling your legs trying to pull him closer to you, "please?"

he shakes his head, chuckling like he was out of breath, "sorry, you're just so breathtaking. can't wait to ravish you."

before you could say anything, he was already rubbing his tip along your clit, spreading your arousal all over his cock, groaning in the process. he wondered what made you so wet so quickly, but he didn't find the need to ask.

"need you inside me, please." you lean your head on his shoulder, and he could feel the heat conspiring off you.

he nods swiftly before finally giving into temptations and sliding right into your slick, tight heat. his own head falls onto your shoulder, groaning loudly at the feeling of your pussy squeezing so tightly around him.

"shit, feels so good." he praises, making your walls sputter, causing him to move.

the moans and whimpers that follow after could have sent him to heaven, he swears. your delicate hands clutching onto him for dear life, like he hasn't fucked you a thousand times already. it was such a blissful feeling. filling you up and pumping into you with a certain need he had never felt before.

"so tight, so warm," he gasps breathlessly, listening to the way your whines hitch, "could fuck you forever, baby."

"wouldn't complain," you quickly reply. he smiles to himself, pressing kisses along your shoulder and lightly biting to tease you. his cock was so deep, bringing you closer and closer to the edge with each thrust of his hips. you felt needy, desperate even. you could feel every vein, every throb, every thrust. it was almost lethal how good it felt.

he picked up his pace, his hips growing sloppy and hitting that spongy spot inside you, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. "gonna cum, baby? i can see it all over your face. feel your pussy clenching my cock."

your noises were foreign to your own ears, your nails digging into his flesh the faster he fucks into you. he never wants this to end, truly. it felt almost too much for him to watch you unravel on his cock, but he couldn't complain. not when you looked so good taking him.

"want you to cum all over me. my good girl deserves it."

you're pushed over the edge with his words, saying his name like a mantra and a prayer. he can't help his own release with the way your core grasps him, sucking him in. he paints your walls white, feeling both of your cum start to drip onto the counter as you catch your breath. his cock pumps you full, you swear your womb couldn't take any more.

he kisses along your cheek, meeting your lips in a sloppy, sweet kiss that makes you forget about cleaning the counter.

quinn wasn't much for words, but he would be for you.

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒

Tennessee Orange Au

Tyler Hughes x Mat Barzal 💌 . ˚◞♡

ੈ✩ — 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

ੈ✩ — 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

ੈ✩ — 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 . . . tyler and luke are having a sibling date in michigan one summer when two unknown people walk up to them, claiming to be her birth parents.

ੈ✩ ━ ❪ feel free to send an any request of things you want to see in this series, or if you just want to share some thoughts about what your read! i would love that! ❫

July 2, 2022

tyler laughs at luke as he nearly trips, sitting in the chair in their favorite little diner that only the two of them went to. it officially was a month in of summer and all four hughes siblings were finally reunited after very hectic schedules of hockey practice, games, recording music and concerts.

while the two of them decided to go out for breakfast with each other, everyone else stayed back at the lake house to plan what they would all be doing the days that they would be there.

"was it really a good idea to leave mat at home with our parents and the others?" luke questioned the blonde sitting in front of him as he glanced over the menu placed on the table, both of them already knowing what they would be ordering.

tyler bites her lip as she glances over at her phone laying face down on the table, "not really, but i think he can survive an hour or two without me there to play peacemaker."

"well, i don't think he's a bad guy." the youngest hughes boy shrugged his shoulder, "i mean, the two of you have been together for almost two years. jack can't hold a grudge for too long."

"are you sure about that? 'cause i'm pretty sure he is still pissed off about that stuffed elephant that quinn and i accidentally ripped the trunk off of a whole ten years ago."

"luke! tyler! how are my two favorite people?!" Sally, the owner of the small diner, grins widely at the brother and sister as she walked over to their table, "it's always a pleasure to have the two of you here when you guys come home!"

"hi, sally!" the blonde stands up to wrap the older woman into a hug before sitting back down, "how have you and rodger been?"

"we've been good, sweetheart. we've been keeping track of the two of you and your careers." sally smiles at them, her notepad in her hand, "alright, the same as always? or have you both finally decided to try something other than those pancakes you always get?"

"the same as always, please."

"coming right up, sweethearts! and don't be strangers, come back before you guys get back to your lives and leave this little place." sally tells them before looking down at tyler, "and you, missy, bring that handsome boyfriend of yours around to meet me."

tyler giggles, "i promise."

"i'm paying, luke!"

"i don't think so. quinn would have my head if i made you pay for both of our food. i'm paying and that's --,"

"excuse me. are you tyler?"

both tyler and luke turn around at the sound of the unfamiliar voice, looking over at the tall man and blonde woman standing behind them with warm smiles on their faces.

"um, that depends on who's asking." the country singer chuckled awkwardly as she looked between the two people she had never seen before, rolling her eyes slightly as luke subconsciously stepped in front of her to hide her from the strangers.

"oh, honey." the lady tilts her head, looking at the blonde with watery eyes as a wobbly smile, "i'm carissa and this is brandon. we're your parents."

"it was supposed to be a closed adoption. they weren't even supposed to be able to find you." ellen shakes her head as she looks at her eldest child.

tyler and luke had left the diner after the run in with her 'birth parents' and they had come straight back to the lake house instead of doing what else they had left the house to do so that the two could tell their parents what had happened.

jim sighs loudly, crossing his arms over his chest. "how do we even know these are actually her birth parents? they could just be two crazy ass people who looked up the first famous blonde they could try and get money out of. i mean, she's doing well for herself in nashville and besides, it's been twenty-six years since they gave her up. why come looking now?"

"did they at least say what they wanted?" mat sits next to his girlfriend, a hand rubbing soft circles in her back as it was just tyler, her parents, quinn and mat in the kitchen, jack and luke taking everyone else out on the boat to give them some privacy to talk.

"no." tyler shakes her head, "they didn't make it past the 'we're your parents' part. luke pulled me out of the diner before i could ask them what they wanted."

"this is complete bullshit." quinn shakes his head, his jaw clenching in anger just as the doorbell went off, "i'll get it."

"should we call the adoption agency and see how they tracked us down?" ellen looks over at her husband just as quinn comes back in the kitchen.

"how about we ask them ourselves." quinn says, crossing his arms over his chest as the same people from the diner came in behind him.

"what the hell? how did you know where we were staying?"

brandon shrugged, "i'm a private detective. i got some of my people to help me look into it."

"isn't that some kind of violation of the adoption?" mat questioned as his hand moved from tyler's back to her bare thigh.

"and you are?" carissa turns to the islanders player.

"mat." the boy sends her a sarcastic smile, "the boyfriend."

"what is it the two of you want?" jim looks between the couple claiming to be his daughter's birth parents.

"we want to get to know our daughter." carissa smiles warmly as everyone in the kitchen.

"you want to get to know me?" tyler stands up from her seat, making sure to grab her phone as she did.

"yes, sweetheart. we want to know all about you."

"yeah, you want to know what i want?" tyler starts to walk out of the kitchen, "i want a fucking dna test!"

July 9, 2023

a week had come and gone by time they got the dna test back, and everyone -- including brandon and carissa -- were in the hughes lake house waiting to hear the results.

tyler sat nervously next to her boyfriend, playing with mat's hand out of nervousness which was a habit she's had for as long as she could remember.

"alright, are we ready?" jim holds the envelope tightly in his hand as he looks around the room at everyone.

everyone staying in the lake house nod along with brandon and carissa, all of the boys there for the summer having stayed to be there for tyler as support just like she was for all of them.

"okay." the male lets out a heavy sigh as he opened the large envelope and pulling out the papers, letting his eyes read over the words before he tells everyone what they say.

"well? dad." jack's leg shakes in anticipation as they all look at him.

"well, ty, they are your biological parents." jim tells his eldest child, who instantly crumbles in her boyfriend's arms.

"hey, shh. it's okay, baby." mat rubs her back as she sobs loudly into his chest. "come on, let's go get some air."

the blonde stands up and walks out of the lake house, mat following behind her as everyone sat in a stunned silence.

"what do the two of you want with tyler?" quinn turns to the biological parents of his older sister, a scowl on his face, "hum? the money she makes for herself? a chance to be in her spotlight because she's moving up in the world? what was your exact purpose of hunting her down?"

"quinn." ellen shakes her head at her oldest son

"no, i would love to know the answer to that as well." jim crosses his arms as he looks over at the two adults.

"we just want to be a part of our daughter's life." brandon says, "so that she can get to know her other siblings."

"no." tyler's voice catches their attention as she and mat come back into the lake house, "no, just because a piece of paper says that i'm your daughter, doesn't make that true. "they--," she points between ellen and jim, "--are my mom and dad. and the three of them--," she moves her finger to point to luke, jack and quinn. "--are my brothers."

"tyler--,"

she cuts carissa off, "twenty-six years, i have been waiting for one of you to come looking for me, to acknowledge that i existed. i didn't even have a fucking name when the two of you threw me away like i didn't matter! the two of them named me! they raised me! they put me through school! for twenty-six years, they have been mom and dad! jim taught me how to change my own tires, jim taught me not to let a man bring me down! jim is my dad! ellen, she taught me how to be a strong ass woman on my own! ellen taught me everything i needed to know about being a woman! they taught me what a mother and a father should be like!”

"the two of them put me through school! they were at every cheer event, they were there for every milestone in my life! every band concert, they were there cheering me on! quinn, luke and jack? the three of them let me know every single damn day, how much they love that their mother and father adopted me, even though i'm older than the three of them! quinn, he held my hand when i learned how to ice skate for the very first time! he was there to hold my hand when i thought that the guy i was with before mat was going to be my forever! luke, he's the youngest out of the four of us and he was there to cheer me up when i felt like i was nothing! jack, he's always been there to call me out on my bullshit, but he's also the one that gets into the bullshit with me! they are my brothers! the five of them, are my family!"

"and without them, i would not be where i am today. i would not have the opportunities that i've had without any of them! i wouldn't have all of these amazing, wonderful, caring people in my life if it wasn't for them." tyler blinks as more tears cause her vision to go blurry as she stands next to mat, grabbing his hand.

"i have the life you could only dream about having, and it is because of them! so, no, i'm not your daughter. she died a long time ago. so get the hell out of my lake house and don't come back!."

everyone sits in silence, both brandon and carissa looking at the blonde in disbelief.

"you heard her." quinn stands up to move next to the other side of his sister, "get the hell out and don't come back."

after the two are pulling out of the driveway, tyler is pulled into a hug by her brothers and their parents.

"we're proud of you, tyler noelle." ellen kisses her daughter on the forehead, a warm smile on her face and tears in her eyes.

"so proud." jim wipes her tears away as he kisses her on the top of her head.

"i love you, guys."

"we love you, too."

"GROUP HUG!!!

꒰ఎ REJECTION HURTS! ━━ PART ONE

⋆✩⋆ ─── adore you masterlist main masterlist

⋆✩⋆ ─── part two part three

⋆✩⋆ ─── IN WHICH . . . luke overhears a conversation between jack and emersyn that he shouldn't have been listening to, and it ends in rejection, embarrassment and the end of emersyn's stay at the lake house for a while.

⋆✩⋆ ─── feel free to send in any request for things you want to see in this series, or in any of the other series on my page. Or if you just want to share some thoughts about what you read, or if you want to talk about oc's!

July 9, 2013

"I don’t wanna tell him!” Luke stops as the hushed voiced of Emersyn and Jack through the locked door of Jack’s bedroom.

"Why not?! This could be a good thing, and you could end up being my sister in the far future!” The youngest of the Hughes clan tilts his head to the side, face scrunched up in confusion as he walks closer to the door to hear better.

“No, Jack. Quinn is never going to know about my crush on him.”

“Alright! Fine! Your secret is safe with me.”

Hours later, Jack and Emersyn had joined their brother’s and the boys' friends, and everyone had begun to notice how weird Luke was being.

“Luke!” Jack snaps over at his little brother, who was shaking the entire table they were all sat at, a deck of cards passed around all of them.

“Stop shaking the tab—,”

"Emmie has a crush on Quinn!”

Everything falls silent as Emersyn sits frozen in her spot, everyone looking between the girl and the oldest brother.

“Awe, Quinn!”

“The baby has a crush on you!”

Emerysn can feel the tears weld up in her eyes as Quinn’s friends started to tease her.

“Emmie, I don’t like you like that.” Quinn laughed in her direction. “I — You're like my sister. I would never like you as more than that.”

“Em, I’m sorry.” Luke frowns as she stands up and quickly rushes out of the room.

“Nice going, idiot.” Jack scoffed, rushing after his best friend, “Emmie! Emersyn!”

June 8, 2014

“What?!” Jack stares at his mom in disbelief as Luke and Quinn follow their dad into the lake house.

“What’s going on?” Quinn frowned at the upset look on his brother's face.

“This is your fault!” Jack spins around to look at his younger brother.

“What’s going on?” Jim looks at his wife for the answer to his and his son’s question.

“Claire just called; she says that Emmie decided she was going to California for the summer instead of joining us all here.” Ellen said, “She’s gonna spend the summer with her cousins.”

“If Luke wouldn’t have opened his big mouth last summer and Quinn wasn’t scared to admit that he liked her, then Emmie would be here!” Jack stomped up the stairs and slamming the door to his room shut.

June 10, 2015

“I’m sorry, Jack.” Emersyn frowns as she sits in the airport with her phone pressed against her ear. “I’m gonna spend another summer in Cali.”

“What? Emmie…is this about—,”

“Yeah.” She sighs, “I can avoid him at school, and around our houses, but I can’t avoid him for three months without thinking about him rejecting my feelings for him. Even if it did happen two years ago.”

Its Jacks turn to sigh, “No, I get it. At least keep me updated. And promise that you’ll call and text me.”

“I will.”

"Love you, Jackie.”

“Love you, Emmie."

June 4, 2017

“Have you heard from Emersyn?” Quinn leaned against Jack’s door in the lake house, arms crossed over his chest, “Is she coming this year?”

Jack scoffed, “No. She’s going back to Cali, again. Where she’s been going for the last couple of years.”

“Is she—,”

“No, okay. Don’t. This is your fault and Luke’s.” Jack tells his older brother.

“How is this our faults?”

“Because! It’s Luke’s fault for listening to something that didn’t concern him and telling you about it! And it’s your fault because you embarrassed her in front of all of your little friends you had over! And you know what? I wouldn’t blame her if she didn’t step another foot in this lake house.”

“Maybe I can call her—,”

“Don’t bother.” Jack mumbles as he brushed by him, “She changed her number a year ago.”

June 22, 2017

“Wait, Emmie’s calling me.” Jack pulls his phone out as he sits around a fire pit with a few friends, putting the phone on speaker. “Hey, Emmie!”

“Jack! You will never fucking believe what just happened the other night!” Emersyn’s excited squeal filled the night air.

Jack laughed at her excitement, “By the sound of it, something crazy happened.”

“Yes! So, Ava and some of her friends took me to this karaoke bar that lets teens in every now and then, and of course they forced me to get up and sing—.”

“As they should have.” Jack cuts her off, “You have the voice of a fucking angel!”

“Thank you! Anyway, so as we’re walking out, I bump into someone and it’s Justin fucking Bieber!” Another squeal leaves her lips, “He goes on about how he’s just walking and head me singing so he had to walk on and check out it. Then he tells me that he wants to sigh me to his label!”

“But, because I’m only 17, I had to call mom and dad! then yesterday, I called Justin, and he automatically signed me to his label!”

“Emmie! That’s amazing!” Jack is smiling so hard his face begins to hurt.

“But that means that I gotta move to California.”

The smile slowly begins to face from Jack’s face before he stands up, taking the phone off of speaker and walks towards the lake house, his voice fading as he talked, “What do you mean you’re moving to California?!”

Quinn stares out at the burning flames in the fire pit, a frown on his face and an unfamiliar feeling of dread deep in his stomach as his brother’s words circled around in his head.

Was Emersyn really going to move to California?

June 29, 2017

“Do you have everything that you’re taking with you?” Jack sits on the end of Emersyn’s bed as he looks around at the near empty room.

“Yeah, I think so.” The brunette nodded plopped down next to him, laying her head on his shoulder, “It’s weird.”

“Leaving?”

“Yeah, this is the only place I’ve known since I was eight. Now I’m moving out to California.” She sighs, “We haven’t been apart since I started going to California.”

“We’ll have FaceTime, text. And when I’m drafted for hockey, wherever I go, then we can fly to each other.” Jack smiles as he looks at the wall ahead of him. “Are you gonna say goodbye to Luke and Quinn?”

“Luke, yes. Quinn…. I don’t know.” Emersyn frowned. “I’m not embarrassed anymore that he rejected me in front of his friends, I think I’m more hurt over the fact that I’ve been in love with him since before I even knew what love was. And he laughed and brushed it away as if it meant absolutely nothing to him.”

“Emmie, everyone can see that Quinn looks at you more than just a sister. Even then, but he’s been quieter since you stopped coming to the lake house. I think you should say bye to him.”

“Okay.”

She never did.

꒰ఎ CRUEL SUMMER! ━━ PART TWO

⋆✩⋆ ─── adore you masterlist main masterlist

⋆✩⋆ ─── part one part three

⋆✩⋆ ─── IN WHICH . . . emersyn surprises her best friend by showing up at the lake house, and quinn soon goes to his brother when he realizes his feelings for the singer.

⋆✩⋆ ─── feel free to send in any request for things you want to see in this series, or in any of the other series on my page. Or if you just want to share some thoughts about what you read, or if you want to talk about oc's!

June 1, 2022

“Hi, Emmie, we miss you!?”

“Mama H!” Emersyn cheers as the woman answers her FaceTime call.

“Is that Emmie?!”Jim’s face appears next to his wife’s, ginning widely at the girl he saw as his daughter. “Hey, superstar!”

“Hey, Papaw H! How are you guys?” She asked, looking off screen as a voice calls her name, “The blue one, Justin!”

“We’re good, honey! What with the call?” Jim asked the brunette as he smiled.

“Well, I wanted to let the two of you be the first to know that I’m coming to the lake house risk summer!”

A gasp leaves Ellen’s lips as a smile makes its way onto her face, “Are you serious?!”

“Yes! I feel like it’s been a long time coming, and besides, I miss everyone.” Emersyn pouts, “And with mom and dad going on their little getaway and Ryder busy with his own life, I need this.”

“I’ve been telling you that you need a break!” A male voice calls throughout the background just as a shirt lands on her head.

“Justin! Stop messing up my bedroom! Go home to your wife!”

“You said you would go get waffles with me!”

“Ugh! Fine! I’ll see you guys in a couple of days! Love ya’ll!”

“We love you, sweetheart!” Ellen blows the young woman a kiss before hanging up, “Oh, I’m so happy! Our girl is coming home for the summer!”

Jim smiles sweetly at his wife, his own excitement building up in his chest, “Maybe this is the summer where Quinn will get his head out of his ass and finally admit that he’s had feelings for her from the very first summer she stopped coming.”

June 10, 2022

The slick black car pulled into the driveway of the Hughes lake house, cars piled up outside from the amount of people staying there this summer.

Choosing to get her stuff from the trunk later, the brunette girl bounces up the stairs and knocks on the door.

The red wooden door opens up and Emersyn grins when she notices that Ellen is the one to open it.

“Emmie, my sweet girl!” Ellen pulls her into a tight hug, both women hugging each other for dear life, “Oh, I’ve missed you so much!”

“I missed you! You’re making me cry!” Emersyn can feel herself tear up as they pull away from each other, the brunette wiping her tears away.

“I heard our girls voice!” Jim’s booming voice filled the air as he comes around the corner, straight to the girl he had practically helped raise since she was eight. “Hi, honey.”

“Hi.”

“Come on, all the boys are out on the dock.” Jim leads the girl towards the back door as his wife follows along. “Hey, boys! Look what that cat dragged in!”

Everyone turns in the direction of Jim's voice, shouts of happiness leaving the lips of those who knew Emersyn on a personal level as they rushed to hug her, all of them talking over each other.

But two people stood off to the side, both with totally different emotions swirling around.

Jack stood with a dropped jaw, tears pooling as he it had been years since they had spent a summer with each other. Of course, the two talked on the daily and texted, checking up on each other. And Emersyn had been to a handful of his hockey games while Jack tried to go to as many concerts of hers as he could.

But they hadn’t actually spent a summer together since the summer that Quinn had embarrassed her after Luke spilled her secret about her crush on Quinn — one that was still so much present even though it had been years.

Quinn sat off to the side, his entire body frozen as he takes in the girl standing in front of him. The two hadn’t talked since that one summer. And every time Quinn tried to get Jack to give him the singers new number, his brother always refused.

If she wanted him to have it, then she would’ve given it to him.

“Holy, fu— is this real?” Jack asked from his place, watching as his best friend nodded her head.

“Hi, Jacky.”

And that’s all it took for the two best friends to rush towards each other, Jack picking the brunette up to hold her to him tightly, the middle Hughes boy swaying them slightly.

“Are you here for the summer?” He mumbles in her neck, only loud enough for her to hear.

“Yes. I decided that it—,”

“No. Let me help you get your stuff up to your room.” Jack cuts her off, placing a hand on the small of her back, pushing her towards the inside of the lake house.

It’s quiet as Jack watches Emersyn unpacking her stuff in the bedroom that was designated for her when she came to the Lake House for the summer, which for the last nine years had stayed empty.

“The entire summer?”

Emersyn laughs as she pushes the now empty suitcase under the bed, “I’m here the entire summer. Well, I do have to fly back to California in a couple of days just for a concert. I promised Justin I’d come sing Overboard with him.”

Jack nods as she comes to sit next to him on the bed, “How’s that crush on Quinn?”

Emersyn groans, throwing herself back as she uses the palms of her hands to cover her eyes, “You would think that after nine years, and one toxic ass relationship, that I wouldn’t have one anymore but it hasn’t gone away.”

“Might help if you stopped watching his games, or stopped looking over his Instagram, or let me set you up on a date with —,”

“I’m not going on a date with anybody for your team.” She cuts his off, “Dawson and Nico are great guys, but no.”

“Worth a shot.” He shrugged.

“I tried really hard to forget about my crush on Quinn, but it seems impossible. And I know that he doesn’t feel the same way, he made that pretty clear in 2013, but….,”

“You want him to return the feelings.” Jack smiles softly.

“Yeah.” Emersyn sighs, “God, that sounds so stupid.”

“Maybe one day he will. It’d be nice if you were my sister one day.” Jack smirks, nudging his foot with hers before the smirk drops, “I don’t know how I’d feel about it though.”

“What do you mean?” She sits up, eyebrows pinched together is confusion.

“Emmie, he broke your heart to the point that you haven’t been here is nine years. He let his friends laugh at you. He embarrassed you.” Jack shakes his head, “He’s by brother, and I love him, but your my sister and I love you just as much.”

“Jack! Stop hogging Emmie!” Trevor rushed into the bedroom, cutting off the conversation between the two best friends as he picks the singer up and throws her over his shoulder.

“Trevor!” Emersyn squealed, clutching tightly to his sides to make sure she wouldn’t slip from his grip. “Put me down!”

“I don’t think so, pop star.”

June 11, 2022

Emersyn had officially made it an entire day without talking to Quinn. Trevor and Jack had done a great job at keeping her as far away from her as possible.

But this morning as she was sitting on the porch, watching the sun rise, she had no luck seeing as she was the only one awake.

“Hey.” Quinn comes to sit in the empty seat next to her.

“Hi.” She doesn’t turn her head to look at him as he shoulders tense.

Quinn notices the way she rubs the palms of her hands on her bare thighs, a habit that she picked up on when she was nervous about something.

“How’s things in sunny California?” He asked, leaning back in his seat.

“Good. I finally moved out of Justin’s place.” Emersyn nods, “Which isn’t all too great ‘cause I live next door and he can just walk in whenever he feels like it.”

Having been a minor when she first moved to California, her parents staying in Michigan, she needed an adult to live with, and Justin offered to be her legal guardian until she was old enough.

And the brunette wanted to move out whenever Hailey had moved in with him, but both told her to stay, and she ended up doing that until about a months ago.

“Emmie.” The door slides open and Luke pops his head out with a pout, “Will you make me some of your pancakes?”

A giggle leaves her lips as she stands up, walking towards him, “Come on you big baby.”

Quinn watches the girl walk inside with his youngest brother, a sign leaving his lips as he throws his head back, “I am so fucked.”

June 14, 2022

“We need to talk.” Quinn shuts Jack’s bedroom door as the Devil’s player was trying to find a specific t-shirt that Emersyn had asked him to get so that she could throw it over her swim suit.

“Talk about what?” Jack doesn’t turn from his closet as he pushes clothes around.

“I’m in love with Emersyn.”

Jack freezes as the words come from his brother’s mouth, t-shirt clutches tightly in his fist before he shakes his head, “No.”

“No? What do you mean ‘no’?” Quinn looks at his brother in confusion as Jack turns to him.

“You think I’m going to let you love my best friend after what happened?” Jack asked, a dry chuckle leaving his lips. “Think again.”

“Jack—,”

“No. It has been nine years since I’ve spent an entire summer with Emmie because of you.” Jack tells him, “Hell, she didn’t even come to Luke’s first NHL game that she promised him she would come to because she didn’t want to face you.”

“I know! Jack, I was 13–,”

“I don’t give a damn if you were 31! Emmie has spent her entire life trying to please you, to make you see her as more than my best friend!” Jack’s voice grew louder as his grip on the t-shirt got tighter, knuckles turning white out of anger. “I’ll be damned if you hurt her all over again!”

“Jack—,”

“Tell her.”

“What? No!”

Jack’s jaw flexes as he clenches down on his teeth, “Either you tell her right now, or I do it.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Not fair? You what’s not fair?! Her being gone for nine years, not wanting to step foot into this lake house, because you hurt her and embarrassed her!” Jack’s voice carried throughout the house as he makes his way down the stairs, feet pounding loudly with each step that he took.

“Jack! Stop!”

“Emmie!” Jack calls out for the girl as he holds the t-shirt out to her.

“Oh, thank yo—,”

“Quinn is in love with you.”

Silence falls over the entire lake house, Emersyn's standing in shock as she holds the t-shirt in her hand.

"Jack." Quinn hisses, not able to tear his gaze away from the fallen expression on Emersyn's face. "Emmie."

"Stop." Her voice cracks as she holds a hand up, pushing the t-shirt into his chest as she walks by him and heads up the stairs.

"Seriously?" Quinn looks at his little brother before following after the brunette, "Emmie! Hey, Emersyn, talk to me!"

"What the hell just happened?" Trevor asked after closing his mouth after it fell open in shock.

“Emmie, will you please open the door?” Quinn calls out as he knocks on the bedroom door, forehead pressed against the wooden surface.

Silence fills the air as the brunette inside doesn’t say a word, throwing stuff into a suitcase as she texted Justin that she wanted to come back a day earlier for at least a couple of days to clear her head.

"Emersyn, please!" Quinn knocks once again before the doorknob is turning and the Canucks player pushed it open standing in the doorway, "What are you doing?"

"I have to go back to Cali to do a show. I don't have the time to talk." She replies as her phone dings, Justin texting her back with flight information for flight that was leaving in two hours.

"So, you're just gonna runaway again?"

Emersyn spun around, "I didn't runaway the first time! I was heartbroken, embarrassed! I took some time for myself because thirteen-year-old me was heartbroken!"

"Emmie--,"

"I seriously don't have the time for this." Emersyn says with a shake of her head, grabbing the now zipped suitcase and quickly walking out of the bedroom.

Quinn stands there for a moment before he's rushing after her, ignoring the looks from all of the hockey players spread out in his lake house living room. "I love you! Is that what you wanted to hear?! I'm in love with you!"

"I am not talking about this right this moment. I have a plane to catch."

"So that's it?"

Emersyn spins around to look at him once more as a tear falls from her eyes, "I waited nine years for you to say something, to heart you say that you loved me the way that I love you. Nine. I'm sure you can wait a couple of days before I'm ready to talk."

And with those last words, Emersyn walks out of the door, leaving Quinn standing there.

꒰ఎ CLOUSER! ━━ PART THREE

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⋆✩⋆ ─── part one part two

⋆✩⋆ ─── IN WHICH . . . emersyn comes back from california and a talk with quinn may just put everything back into place.

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June 16, 2022

“You wanna talk about it?” Justin asked the younger girl sitting across from him in his and Hailey’s kitchen. “You’ve been in the clouds since getting here.”

Emersyn sighs, locking her phone and sitting it face down, ignoring the incoming messages from both Jack as Quinn. “I don’t know how to feel about any of this.”

“Emmie, you’ve been pinning for this guy since the day I met you. Even before then!”

“I’ve been waiting years for Quinn to tell me he loved me, for him to show me that he saw me as more than his little brother’s best friend.” Emersyn chips at the red nail polish on her nails, "And now that he has, I don't know how to feel."

"I'm not the best person to be getting advice from...but I think you just need to sit down and talk it out with him, see where it goes." Justin shrugged his shoulder, "...and thank me at the weeding in six years."

A playful glare is sent his way as the brunette sitting in front of him tosses one of her grapes in his direction, loud laughter filling the kitchen between the two non-biological siblings.

June 18, 2022

Quinn stares at the closed bedroom door, arms crossed over his chest as he pays attention to nothing around him but the door.

"Quinn! Dude!" Cole shoves the older boy, breaking him from his trance.

"What's up?"

"Everyone's downstairs. Emmies back."

"Okay, I'll be there in a minute."

Taking a moment as Cole walks back down the stairs, Quinn can't help the sigh that leaves his lips as he throws his head back.

“Why does the world fucking hate me today?” He mumbles as he makes his way down the stairs, smiling slightly at the sight of Emersyn and Jack clinging to each other as if their lives depended on it.

“Jack! Other people want a turn hugging her!” Luke is trying to pry his brother’s arms from around the brunette.

A laugh falls from Emersyn’s lips as Luke is finally successful, the singer falling back into Luke’s chest as they sway slightly, “Luke, I was gone for a couple of days.”

“I missed your pancakes.”

Quinn stands back as he watches all of his close friends hugging the girl, arms crossed over his chest as he’s unsure of what to do.

Emersyn laughs as she pats Luke on the back, "I told you that I could teach you how to make them."

"Yeah, but you make them the best." Luke pouts.

"Alright, I think we should all go out on the lake and let Quinn and Emmie talk." Jack sighs, glancing over at his brother with a frown. He pulls his best friend in a hug, "Text me if you need me and I'll come back."

"Okay."

Everyone piles out of the lake house, most of the glancing back at the two being left behind, Trevor shooting Emersyn an encouraging smile as he walked out.

It's quiet in the now empty lake house as Emersyn moves around Quinn to head towards the kitchen, the brunette moving around to clean up the mess the boys had made.

"Are we gonna talk about it or stay quiet the entire time?" Quinn breaks the silence

"You wanna talk, talk." She shrugged, "I'm not sure there is anything to talk about."

"I told you that I loved you, that's something to talk about."

"Is it? Because this is something that I could've heard nine years ago. Or back when I was 13 and my crush got spilled to you." Emersyn shrugged her shoulder as she loaded the dishwasher.

"What was I supposed to do? I was a dumb kid, Emmie!"

"And I was a stupid ass kid who had a crush on my best friends' older brother! A crush that he wasn't even supposed to about, that his little brother overheard!" She spun around to look at him. "You weren't supposed to know!"

"Why not? Why wasn't I supposed to know, Emmie?!"

"For this reason, right here! Because of this! Because of how embarrassed I was when all of your little jackass friends laughed at me, and you just let it happen!"

"You stopped coming here! You ran away!"

"Yeah, I ran away. It's what I do best." She shrugged.

"What do you want me to do, Emersyn?! Huh, you want me to drop to my knees and confess my love for you?! I told you I loved you and you ran away!" Quinn throws his arms out, “You want an apology?! I’m so fucking sorry and I love you! I’m in love with and I have been for a couple of years now! My heart broke every single time you called and said that you weren’t coming back for the Summer! And it killed me when you decided that you were moving to California, which is on the other side of the map, by the way!”

“I have tried every single way that I possibly could get in contact with you! I asked Jack for your new number! I tried to talk the old one! I’m blocked from sending you a damn message on Instagram, and you took me off of Snapchat! I tried, Emersyn and you wouldn't let me!"

Emersyn shakes her head, looking up at him, "I wanted to hear you say you love me years ago! I've written so many songs, and I got into that toxic ass relationship that I was in to get you out of my fucking head, and nothing worked! Absolutely nothing because I'm still in love with you and I hate you for it!"

"You don't hate me." Quinn shakes his head, moving around the table so that he was standing in front of her, "We both know you don't."

A tear falls from one of her eyes, "I wanna hate you, I really do."

"I know, Ems." He presses his forehead against hers, using his thumb to wipe away at the tear, "I don't want you to hate me. I just want you to love me."

"I do love you, Quinn, but I. . .,"

Quinn shakes his head, "No. No, "buts', Emersyn. Just. . . just let me make it up to you, okay? Let me prove to you that I am still worth you loving."

"Okay, but don't make me regret it, Hughes."

"Never." The boy grinned before pressing his lips against hers.

"Where's Emmie?" Jack questions his older brother as him and the others had walked back into the lake house, all of them agreeing that the two had been left alone long enough on their own.

Quinn looks up from his phone from his place on the couch, "She left." He shrugged.

"What the hell do you mean she left?!" Jack exclaimed, looking at his brother with a look of disbelief on his face.

"We got into a fight when we were talking, and she just left." Quinn shrugs again, looking down at his phone to hide the smile that wanted to form on his lips.

"She just -- why the fuck did you just let her leave for?!" Jack exclaimed, racing up the stairs to find the bedroom that Emersyn usually stayed in was empty. "Seriously?!"

"I told you that she left." Quinn looks up at his little brother as Jack raced back down the stairs. "I tried to stop her, but she didn't listen to me, said she would call you later."

"Quinn!"

"Hey, guys." Emersyn walks down the stairs, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders.

"What? But Quinn said you left!" Luke's jaw drops, "Jack just went to check upstairs!"

"Seriously? You told him that I left?" Emersyn shakes her head as she takes her seat back next to Quinn, the boy wrapping his arm around her shoulders to pull her closer to him.

"Your stuff is gone! Where the hell is your stuff?" Jack has his hands on his hips like a mother scolding their child.

"I moved my stuff into Quinns room." She shrugged, bringing her knees up to her chest, moving the blanket around to cover her entire body as a chill ran down her spine.

Cole tilts his head to the side, "Why would you move your stuff into Quinn's room?"

Quinn and Emersyn turned their heads towards each other, having an entire conversation with their eyes.

"Well?"

"Emmie and I decided that we were going to give us a chance." Quinn tells them, "We're gonna test this summer out before we have to go back to Vancouver and California.

Jack squints his eyes as he looks down at his older brother, "Let me tell you something, buster, you do anything to hurt my girl, anything at all, if one little tear leaves her eye because of you and it's not a happy tear, I will make sure that you go missing. Capeesh, Quinton?"

"I promise that I will not hurt Emmie."

"I'll be watching."

"Mm-hmm."

"I'm serious."

"I'm sure."

Wrapping Paper [Quinn Hughes] 🎄

Description: Quinn can't wrap gifts to save his life. Y/N is his neighbor and can help.

Warnings: Cursing.

A/N: Day 9 of 12 Days of Christmas!

"Mom, I have no idea what I am doing." Quinn whines to Ellen through the phone.

He's trying to wrap presents, and it's not going well.

"Well did you watch a video honey? Maybe that can help." Ellen suggests.

Quinn tries to pull the wrapping paper and accidentally rips it. "Damnit." He mumbles. "I did watch a video, it just doesn't work."

"Well, do you know anyone there that can help you?" She asks.

"None of the boys know how to." Quinn says, setting scissors down.

"How about Y/N? You guys always say that she knows how to fix and do everything."

Y/N is Quinn's neighbor and a photographer for the canucks. He has a tiny crush on her, but we don't talk about that.

"Mom. I am not asking Y/N to help me wrap presents." He sighs.

"Why not? She's always told you if you ever need anything just let her know." Ellen questions. She really didn't understand why he couldn't just ask Y/N for help. She's a really sweet girl.

"Because I'm twenty years old and this is embarrassing." He replies. He tosses the scissors on the carpeted floor and runs a hand through his hair. "Maybe I should just get bags."

Ellen laughs. "You do what you want honey, but I know Y/N will help you and not even question it."

"Ok mom." Quinn sighs, again. "Well I know it's late there so tell Luke and dad I love and miss them."

"I will. Goodbye Quinn, I love you."

"Love you too mom."

They hang up and Quinn looks around his living room, at all of the presents he needed to wrap.

"This is going to take forever."

§§§

"So Quinn, how is present wrapping going?" Brock asks after practice.

"It's been like three days and I only have two done slightly correct. So if that tells you anything." Quinn replies, taking his helmet off.

"Dude, just ask Y/N. Have you been to her place lately? She's got everything wrapped perfectly under her tree. I even had her wrap that one toy for my nephew."

Y/N walks over to the bench and greets everyone.

"Hey guys, were doing the Christmas pictures today just let me know when you want to start."

Everyone gives her a "ok" and she goes back to set up her camera to take pictures of the rest of practice.

§§§

After practice and the Christmas pictures and videos were all done Brock, Elias and Quinn were all walking to the vehicle they carpooled in to go home and play video games when they saw Y/N walking to her car.

So, as any teammate would, Brock decided to take advantage of it and help Quinn out.

"Hey Y/N!" He exclaims. Quinn shoved him and gave him a death glare while Elias just giggled. She turns around and stops to wait for them.

"Hey Brock, what's up?" She asks, shifting her bag on her shoulder.

"Could you help Quinny wrap his presents? He's struggling." Brock side eyes Quinn, who rolls his eyes.

"Yeah of course! Just let me know when you get home and I'll come over and help you?" She questions.

"Yeah! Thank you." Quinn shyly replies.

"No problem! You guys have fun playing video games." She says before she gets into her car and drives off.

"See Quinn. She's a sweetheart, you don't have to be afraid to talk to her." Brock chuckles, throwing his stuff in the car.

"I'm not afraid to talk to her." Quinn pouts.

"Yeah ok." Elias pipes in.

"Shut up Petey."

§§§

After getting home, Quinn texted Y/N and told her he was home and she replied a few minutes later saying she'd be over soon.

He looked around his apartment and decided to pick up stuff he'd thrown around randomly.

If only Jack and Luke could see him. They'd never let him hear the end of it. He can hear their voices in his head already.

"Quinn's got a crush."

"Quinn's whipped."

Whatever floats their boat.

His doorbell rang and he scanned around one last time to make sure it didn't look like a complete pigsty before opening it.

"Hey, thanks for coming over."

"You don't need to thank me. I've got brothers, I understand wrapping presents isn't really a guys thing." She laughs.

"Especially not mine." Quinn laughs with her.

§§§

After an hour, all of the presents were wrapped, labeled and decorated with bows. Y/N even sort of taught him how to wrap presents.

"I know you just taught me but I might just have to keep asking you to help me because I actually really like spending time with you." Quinn says, watching her write on a tag for Lukes gift.

"I like spending time with you too. You're a great person Quinn."

"Thank you. I think you're great too." He smiles. "So, would you maybe want to stay and watch a movie with me? I'll order us food." He offers.

"Yeah, that sounds great." She smiles.

Later after eating and while they were in the middle of the movie, Quinn gets a text.

Brock

So did your presents get wrapped Quinny?

hockey fic recs

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Quinn Hughes

homeward | capquinn normally I'm not super into reading pics that involve pregnancy or kids but this one had me in all my feels. watching reader and Quinn get the life they deserve was so much fun

loving him was red | sweetestdesire 𖤓 okay this one is HOT I love how Quinn just wants to make reader feel good and is so so caring

bicep shy | hugheshugs as a shy girlie myself this one was sooooo cute. I absolutely love how patient Quinn is with reader. this one had me blushing

more than a memory | blueskrugs I read this for the first time while I was reading every summer after and the connections between the two are sooooo cute

oh, my my my | sweetteainthesummerx as a ts girlie with dreams of a real life childhood friends to lovers love story, this one checked all my boxes VERY, and I mean VERY cute

can I be close to you? | 43-hugs the slowwwww burn in this holy shit. I was reading this with a giant smile on my face

explodin' (like a golf ball) | puck-luck 𖤓 this one is so so hot and I absolutely loved the dialogue. Quinn is such a tease and I ate it up

dishes in the sink | hhughes this one feels very domestic and Quinn is very cute here

oliver the orca | mattatouilletkachuk THE HOCKEY BABIES AU!!!!! this one was very very cute!!!

day by day, year after year | 13-hugs 𖤓 THIS ONE OMG its absolutely everything is such a roller coaster as so cute!

Luke Hughes

lakeside kisses | zebrasdrysdale i absolutely love friends to lovers and this fit is no exception. I also love how all they boys knew they were meant to be

under wraps | star2fishmeg 𖤓 another friends to loverssssss and this one is very cute but also hot. I love hype man Dylan in this lol lol

friends with feelings | resilientwins 𖤓 I LOVE LUKE IN THIS LOL. this one has me absolutely giggling

a bed for two | resilientwins I love reader is Lukes banter in this and when they finally give and and hold each other so cuteeeeeee

birthday blues and a matchmaking hughes | resilientwins resilientwins I am your biggest fan!!!!!! legit obsessed with every single one of their fics

blushing | hearts4hughes the teasing in this is so cute and I'm obsessedddd

invisible string | hugshughes Taylor Swift and the kiss in the rain??!! I'm screaming

in the morning light | theemporium 𖤓 this one is so hot hellooo?? Luke is such a gentle lover in this fic and I absolutely love it

practice makes perfect | misshoneyimhome 𖤓 this one is so cute and I love how flustered Luke gets

Cole Caufield

four weddings and a funeral | thewintersoldierdisaster. THE BUILD UP. this fic is so so good and Cole is so sweet in it. I loved the relationship between reader and Trevor and in the ending he is so funny

frat fever | puck-luck 𖤓 Cole is so so toxic in this but I ate every word up and I can't blame reader because I would have folded for him as well because hellllooooo look at him

hey stephen | nhlclover I love love love the pining in this! watching reader and Cole get nervous infront of each other was so cuteeee and the fearless mention yassssss

Jamie Drysdale

always trust the match maker | drysdalesworld this one is very sweet and makes me smile a lot. I was kicking my feet when reader and Jamie fell asleep on the couch

about a month | adorethedistance Jamie and Trevors bater is so cute and funny in this

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- 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐡 𝐙𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬 - 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐔𝐂𝐋𝐀

- 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐠𝐲𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭

- 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

- 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐠𝐲𝐦𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭

- 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐃𝐮𝐤𝐞, 𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐄𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐄𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐚 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬.

- 𝐋𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟

- 𝐋𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟒/𝟕

- 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲

- 𝐑𝐮𝐭𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.

- 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐱 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫

- 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫

- 𝐑𝐮𝐭𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧

- 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧

- 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫

- 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭

- 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.

- 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲’𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫

- 𝐉𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

- 𝐍𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐭!???

- 𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝.

- 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫

- 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐲𝐦𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐧

- 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐧

- 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐲𝐦 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦

- 𝐇𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢

- 𝐖𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐮𝐩

- 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬 🤔🥱

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𝐑𝐮𝐭𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐜𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬

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- 𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐱 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫

- 𝐌𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟐𝟑 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐮𝐤𝐞

- 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭

- 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

- 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝟐𝟑

- 𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

- 𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝. 𝐘𝐞𝐬. 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞. 𝐍𝐨

- 𝐀𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐠𝐟 𝐱 𝐀𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐟

- 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮

- 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐒𝐀 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐲𝐦𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐

- 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫

- 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐇𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

- 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰

- 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭

- 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐤𝐚 𝐝𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐧, 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬

- 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐝𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨

- 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥

- 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

- 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥

- 𝐇𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐎𝐡𝐢𝐨

- 𝐑𝐮𝐭𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭

- 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫

- 𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲

- 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩

- 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲

- 𝐇𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞

- 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬

- 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦

- 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠

- 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐲

- 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬

- 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞

- 𝐬𝐨 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞

- 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

- 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧

- 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲

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𝐑𝐮𝐭𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥.

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐢’𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐝.

𝐓𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞/𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲. 𝐒𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐞𝐫 + 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫. 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐦𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐒𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠.

“𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞” 𝐒𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. “𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐝𝐨, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡” 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝. “𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭” 𝐒𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱.

“𝐎𝐤 𝐬𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤” 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚, 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐬. “𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝” 𝐒𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝”.

𝐀𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐟, 𝐫𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫.

“𝐎𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞” 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢𝐧-𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

“𝐀𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟” 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐑𝐮𝐭𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝. 𝐀𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥.

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐑𝐮𝐭𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭. 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫. “𝐎𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨” 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲.

𝐀𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐮𝐭𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲. 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭.

𝐀𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 (𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 ), 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦.

“𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤” 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧. 𝐀𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐦 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

“𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬, 𝐥𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐮𝐩” 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐀𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐰𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞.

𝐀𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬. “𝐎𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲” 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐛 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐭.

𝐀𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. “ 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞” 𝐫𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫. “𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞” 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐀 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦, “𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞” 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐳𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫.

“𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭’𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰” 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐀𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫.

𝐇𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞. “𝐒𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲” 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐭. “𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭” 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬. “𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲” 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬. 𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨. “𝐑𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐈’𝐦 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞” 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐬. “𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲” 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐭.

𝐀𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰. 𝐀𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐱𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧.

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐢𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡. 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧-𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

“𝐎𝐤 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞” 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. “𝐘𝐞𝐬 𝐑𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝” 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧. 𝐀𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐑𝐮𝐭𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐢𝐭, 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭.

𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫, “𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐫𝐮𝐭” 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬 “𝐨𝐟𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲”. 𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐀𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐈𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭 “𝐚𝐡 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞”. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥. 𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦. “𝐎𝐡 𝐫𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞” 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲. 𝐀𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞. “𝐑𝐮𝐭 𝐈𝐦-“ “𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞”. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤. 𝐀𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐀𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.

𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫. 𝐀 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫. “𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭” 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐲. “𝐈’𝐦 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝” 𝐫𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐀 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭.

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𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲.

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟒𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐀𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱’𝐬, 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭. 𝐎𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱, 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐭, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤.

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤. 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐲. (𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐟𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐭) - 𝐙 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝟏𝟕. 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐑𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐤𝐓𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤.

𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐬!

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐤𝐓𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡

Love of my Life Au

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madshughes <3 of gold

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| sophiaarnold oh she hotttt

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| trevorzegras is the first thing a penis? penis of gold??????????

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rutgermcgroarty love of my life

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i have to know. do mads brother know about all her piercings and if so like what were their reactions. have a gut feeling trevor would say something like he did with her belly button piercing and her brothers would get so mad

love this au btw so much!! 💕

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- 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦

- 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

- 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐲𝐦 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞

- 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭

- 𝐫𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 ( 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 )

- 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐛 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦

- 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬

- 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

- 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭

- “𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐢𝐭”

- 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫

- 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐞, 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱, 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐢

- 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝

- 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐙𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞

- 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

- “𝐍𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞” 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬

- “𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐈 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐞𝐦”

- 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 “𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮”

- 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲

- 𝐋𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞

- “𝐄𝐰, 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬”????

- 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞

- 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞. 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧

- 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐲

- 𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃

- 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦

- 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬

- 𝐑𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠

- 𝐒𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬

- 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐢𝐠 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫

- 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬

would anyone be interested in a ff that centers around an oc that has like a hockey ‘shitpost’ account (she would be mainly talking about like the hughes, turcs, zegras, some of the umich team, maybe some like flybys of others, idk yet 🤷🏼‍♀️) i have sort of a plan for this but no idea yet who’s she end up with 😞

our girl is from texas (like moi) she is a cutie southern belle who fell in love with hockey by total accident- stumble across a post-game and couldn’t stop watching.

lmk what you think!!

Cowpoke

welcome to finding charlie!

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when a girl from texas finds her self intertwined with the world of sticks and pucks.

if anyone has any questions regarding the actual ranching part shoot me a message and i'll give you an explanation!

the early dawn was shining on the body strewn across the sheets. the body peacefully sleeping was quietly awoken by the rays. 

her eyes slowly adjusting to the light 

“why must we wake up so early?” charlotte asked in the quiet of her room. she begins to make the trek across the floor to her now, slowly opening door,

“hey shug, just making sure you were up.” a soft-spoken elderly woman said to her. 

“yeah mawmaw, i’m awake, has pa made breakfast yet?” charlie responds. 

“no, your daddy did, he’s tacking the horses up with the hands.” dorothy responds

“are we sure that the food is edible?” charlie jokes

“you’re funny shug, i’m sure your daddy is perfectly capable of making the four of us breakfast” dottie laughs. the two women begin their journey down the stairs, 

“hey momma, hey babygirl. ready to get to work?” graham asks his daughter while flipping an egg. 

“not really but someone has to do it, we can’t let chloe and the rest of the hands do it alone.” she laughs as a weathered gentleman walks in from the daylight-ridden ground. 

“how is my favorite person this morning?” henry asks

“great dad, hows my favorite person?” graham responds causing the other people in the room to tumble over in laughter. 

“now baby you know that wasn’t meant for you.” his mother says with residual laughter coating her face. 

“haha of course i did momma, my babygirl has always been his favorite.” he says with a soft smile

“i don’t know about that now daddy, momma would’ve given that answer a run for its money,” charlie says with the same smile on her face,

“c’mon y’all, now lets not kick off our day with a grim start.” dorothy says before grabbing the cooler full of water and gatorade. 

“now shug go ahead and get on some work attire, you can’t ranch and ride in your pajamas.” her grandma said in a warm tone

“yes ma’am,” charlie says before walking up the same stairs she came down thirty minutes before.

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the once calm sun, now beating down on the crowd of cows and people.

“you sure know how to pick ‘em mr.jamison,” chloe says wiping the beads of sweat from off her hat-line.  

“you sure do pa, it's hotter than hell out here” charlie adds on,

“yeah mr,jamie, why’d you choose the hottest day of the summer to do this?” anthony, a ranch hand says.

“oh y’all quit your complaining, let’s get this done before the real heat starts to hit you lot.” henry nags on their complaining.

“WOULD SOMEONE COVER THE FLANK FOR ME?” charlie yells as she sees a cow and calf begin to move out of the circle. she goes to grab her rope and begin to circle it in the air,

“CHARLIE GO BACK TAKE YOUR POSITION LET THE SWING HANDLE THE LOOSE ONES” graham yells at her from behind

“i almost had ‘em” she mutters to herself as she drags her horse to get back into their position. she couldn’t help with the way she was feeling, although she knew that her anger was unnecessary, all her dad wanted was to keep her safe. especially after what her mom went through, and she never wanted her dad to go through that pain again.

the drive was long and tiring but that’s the price you have to pay when you’re generations deep into a cattle ranch. all charlotte wanted was a cold shower and to relax, but her day was far from over.

“hey shug, when you’re done untacking your horses wanna come start dinner with me?” dottie asked her granddaughter.

“of course i do, mawmaw! give be about thirty minutes to cool down stetson and i’ll be right in!” charlie said with a grin adorning her face

“actually i might need a quick shower before,” as she said that her face screwed up, “i smell pretty bad.”

“alright hopalong, see you when you don’t smell like you’ve been rolling in cow patties.” dottie says laughing as she walks back to the house.

while she and stetson were winding down from their eventful day, charlie couldn’t help but think about how much she wished her mom was there with her.

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charlie had finally made her way downstairs after her much needed shower.

“it’s about time you got down here” henry said to her

“would you rather me sit here and make your food while i’m covered in dirt and sweat?” she asks with a smirk lacing her lips.

“no i guess not” he says with a small laugh. charlie walks into the kitchen, admiring her grandmother from afar.

“you know staring is rude shug?” dottie says whilst turning around.

“can’t a girl look at her grandma with admiration without being nagged?” she says with the same bright smile that once shined on a similar face.

“whatever, come help me make these biscuits before those men get restless.” dottie says before turning around so she can start the chicken.

“how was the wagon without me mawmaw?” charlie asks

“not near as exciting, no one drives that buggy like you do.” dorothy softly laughs, “how was being back with the team?”

“not as exciting as i remember, i’m not used to being so stagnant. you know?” charlie thought out loud, “is it bad to say i miss the thrill of being in the middle of the problem?”

“no, of course not shug. you’ve been doing this since you could ride by yourself. being on the back burner is hard when you’re used to bubbling over all the time.” dorothy tells her before ushering her out of the way of what she need. charlotte took that a sign to finish up with her biscuit making.

“alright, ive got this dough shaped it just needs some time in the oven” charlie says as she put the cast iron of biscuits in the oven. dorothy nodded her head as she breaded the final pieces of chicken to fry.

“alright shug, i can finish up from here. why don’t you go set the table and find out what those hooligans want to drink, hmm?” dottie asked

“yes ma’am.” charlie replied before disappearing into the dining room. she begun laying the plates down, 5 place settings, one for henry, one for dorothy, one for graham, one for her, and one for clara. even though charlotte’s mom had passed almost 6 months ago, no one had the strength to leave her seat empty.

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dinner had commenced but not without some banter between the son and father. charlotte had taken it upon herself to clean up after everyone to catch some peace of mind before her day starts all over again.

charlie had made her way up the stairs for the final time today. although instead of turning into her room, she took the turn into the den. she thought some tv would do her a little good after the day she had.

she surfed channels for awhile before settling on some old western, when her grandpa walked in.

“hey pumpkin, watching el dorado are we?” henry asks before plopping down right next to his granddaughter. charlie nods while dropping her head on to his shoulder. he responded by wrapping his arm around hers in turn. charlie eventually fell asleep, and henry didn’t have the heart to move her, she looked so content just laying there.

charlie stayed asleep until a nightmare plagued her mind. she woke up with a shine on her forehead and decided she wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep. she, once again, began to channel surf before seeing a familiar face. although she couldn’t quite place the young man, she knew him from somewhere. she paused before getting lost in the way the men slid across the ground, seemingly chasing nothing.

she didn’t know it then but that one interview would change her life, but would it be for the best?

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This was literally so adorable

[ NUZZLE ] sender presses their face into receiver’s neck

quinn hughes bringing his girlfriend home to meet his family and he has never brought home a girl before so his family knows she must be very very special and he is always talking about her! it’s very sweet and soft and she just fits in the family so well and makes quinn so happy

A Keeper - Q. Hughes

hockey masterlist || g's graduation celly

synopsis: Quinn finds himself at the lake in the off season, and this time, he isn't flying solo

word count: 3.6k

warnings: none! losing game seven

For as long as Quinn could remember, his whole life revolved around hockey. He’d wake up, eat a quick breakfast, go to hockey practice, shower, eat lunch, sit and watch film, come home and take a nap, then go back for another practice or a game. Everything he has ever known has been hockey. Hockey took up every moment of his life, every single thought. 

But since that buzzer went off signaling the end of the final period of game seven, Quinn couldn’t think of hockey anymore. 

He wasn’t the type of guy to cry, well, not in public at least. But standing on the ice at that moment, staring up at the scoreboard and seeing the final score, he felt that all too familiar burn behind his eyes and in his nose. He glanced around at his teammates, all of them wearing the same shocked and sad expression on their faces. He didn’t dare look over at Arty, knowing that the young goalie was going to be feeling this loss harder than anyone on the team, even though they all played in the game.

You stood off to the side as Quinn answered a couple of questions for the press. Your heart was also feeling heavy and you had that same all too familiar feeling of unshed tears in your eyes. You were so incredibly proud of your boyfriend and his team. The way they were able to turn everything around from the previous season and give Vancouver a play-off berth in over a decade was something to celebrate about. And, even with that knowledge, all you wanted to do was pull Quinn away from the press and give him a hug and a thousand kisses. You could tell just by looking at him he was physically and mentally exhausted. But Quinn wasn’t going to be rude and brush off the media, he was the captain. He would gladly stand and answer the dumb “how are you feeling after the loss?” question so his guys can go home and rest.

When Quinn was done, he silently walked over to you, grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers together. He silently led you towards the parking garage, wanting nothing more than to speed out of Rogers Arena and back home to your shared apartment. It was as if the fans knew that he wasn’t in the mood to stop and sign autographs like he usually did, instead they all seemed to give him space as he left the rink. 

The two of you seemed to move in silence as you walked into your apartment. You took Quinn’s bag from his hand, as he walked towards the bedroom. You were putting his clothes into the washer when you heard the shower turn on. You laid out a pair of sweatpants for him to put on when he was done, and went to start making him some tea. By the time he was done showering, you were sitting up against the headboard, scrolling briefly through social media, with a mug of camomile tea in your other hand. He quietly crawled into bed, and you shifted so he could lay down next to you. You held your arms open as he laid his head down on your chest. 

“I’m proud of you,” You said, running your hands through his hair. 

“Even though I lost,” He muttered. 

“You might’ve lost this one,” You pressed a kiss to his forehead, “But you’ve won so much more.” 

He looked up at you, tired green eyes locking on yours, “I love you.” 

“I love you too, Q.”

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You were a ball of nerves. 

You had never been the type to get nervous. Usually, you were so sure and confident in yourself, but there was something about flying across the continent to meet your boyfriend's family that had your stomach in knots. Quinn had assured you that there was nothing to worry about, that they already loved you. 

Ever since you landed back in Michigan, it was like the weight of the world had been lifted off of Quinn’s shoulders. You guys stuck around for a couple of days after the loss, Quinn having to do exit interviews and pack up his things. Quinn only packed one bag to go back to the lake (oh, and his precious golf clubs), while you seemed to pack your whole closet. Quinn couldn’t help but laugh at you as you were quickly shifting clothes from your suitcase to his in the middle of the airport because your bag was over the weight limit. 

“I should’ve told you that we could go shopping when we get here,” He said, one hand on the wheel and the other one intertwined with yours, “Get you a whole new closet to keep here for when we come back next summer.” 

“Okay mister ‘i make eight point six million a year’,” You playfully rolled your eyes, “And who says I’ll be invited back next year?” Quinn gave you a look, “What?!”

“You’ll be invited back next year,” He chuckled, “There’s only ever been one person I didn’t want to invite back.” 

“Hey, that’s not nice. Trevor is a nice kid,” Quinn shook his head with a laugh, “But I’m serious. What if your family doesn’t like me and doesn’t want me-” 

“They are going to love you, Y/N,” Quinn pulled your hand to his lips, placing a kiss on the back of it, “They have been begging me to fly back so that they can meet you. My mom has been sending me texts and asking me about your favorite foods and hobbies and card games.” 

You couldn’t help but blush and look down at your lap. You haven’t met Quinn’s family before, but from what he described, you can tell that they are very close. Quinn talks to his middle brother, Jack almost every day on the phone, and either texts Luke or calls him a couple times a week. He values his time with his family almost as much as he values his time on the ice with his teammates. 

“And here we are,” Quinn announced as he pulled into the driveway of a beautiful two-story lake house. Excitement and anxiety filled your body, making your stomach turn. Your hands felt sweaty as Quinn jumped out of the driver’s seat and the front door opened at the same time. A boy with longish brown hair and a similar face to Quinn came rushing out of the house, barefoot and shirtless. 

You watched as the two men embraced each other in a hug, another boy walking out of the house. He was slightly taller with curly hair, but had those same dark eyebags as Quinn. You slipped out of the car, walking up to the three boys who were engaged in a conversation. It was like Quinn had a sixth sense for you being near him, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into his side, easing some of your nerves. 

“And who might this be?” The long haired boy asked, a smirk playing on his lips. 

“This would be my girl,” Quinn looked at you, “Y/N,” Heat arose in your cheeks as he looked at you like you hung the stars and the moon. 

“Well I’m Jack,” The long haired boy said, holding his hand out to you. You chuckled nervously, shaking his hand, “And it's a pleasure to meet the girl that has my older brother drooling.” 

“I am not drooling,” Quinn shot back. 

“Basically are, Q,” The taller boy said, “I’m Luke.” 

You shook his hand too, “It’s nice to meet you guys, finally. Quinn has told me so much about you. It’s good to see your healing well, Jack.” 

“Thanks,” Jack nodded, “Been a long season but I’m glad I got this taken care of,” He massaged his shoulder, and you could see a slightly still puffy, pink scar, “But don’t think I can’t beat your ass at pool, Q.” 

“I’d like to see you try, Rowdy.” 

“Boys!” A woman called from the doorway. You looked around Luke to see a beautiful blonde woman standing there, her hands on her hips, “Let your brother and his girlfriend get settled before you start your pool tournament!” 

“Yes mom,” Both Jack and Luke said. Quinn chuckled as he pulled you towards the front door, letting Jack and Luke bicker about who was going to carry your bags in. 

You squeezed Quinn’s hand as you walked up to the matriarch of the Hughes family. You had read up on Ellen Hughes when you had met Quinn. She was an incredible woman, being a former hockey star herself and raising three incredible players. You felt another wave of anxiety rush over you as she looked you over, her eyes similar to Quinn taking you in. It felt like you were standing in front of a judge; a judge who was going to decide if you are worthy enough for her eldest son. 

“Hey mom,” Quinn greeted her, leaving your side to give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, “Good to see ya.” 

“You too, baby,” Ellen said, and held her son at an arm’s length. She tsked, grabbing his chin and running a finger over the scar on his cheek, “That should’ve been a damn high stick.” 

Quinn chuckled, “Not much we can do about it now. Besides, it adds to my cool factor.” 

“Mhm,” Ellen nodded, and playfully rolled her eyes, looking back towards you. 

You mouth felt dry and you stepped forward, holding your hand out to Ellen, “I’m Y/N, it’s nice to finally meet you, Mrs. Hughes.” 

It was silent for a moment, probably not as long as you felt like it was, but it was long enough, before Ellen pulled you in for a hug. 

“Handshakes are for business partners and old men,” Ellen told you as she gave you a squeeze. And just like that, all the tension you felt had melted away. Ellen pulled back and held you at arms length, the same way she did with Quinn, “My son seemed to be hiding you away,” She looked at Quinn, “Why were you hiding her away? You talk about her all the time.” 

Quinn chuckled, grabbing you gently out of his mother’s hold, “Because I wanted to keep her for myself for just a bit longer. I know once I bring her home, I’ll be fighting for her attention.” 

“Well, start fighting now,” Ellen said and you chuckled, “C’mon, I just finished making some sangria. The boys can take your stuff to your room.” 

For several hours, you sat in the kitchen with Ellen, getting to know her. It started off with just small talk; asking where you are from, what are your parents' names, what do they do, what do you do for work, how did you meet Quinn. Then the conversation transitioned into how to make the perfect cheesecake, something Ellen was famous for in their neighborhood back in Michigan. Before you knew it, you and Ellen were making dinner side by side, while the boys sat out on the back patio with their dad, Jim, watching the grill. 

“The boys used to volun-tell me to make raspberry cheesecake for every single end of season potluck,” Ellen shook her head with a laugh, “Oh I wanted to strangle them sometimes, cause of course, they never told more than a day or two in advance.” 

“Oh of course not,” You giggled, “Quinn signed me up to bake cookies for one of the Canucks charity events. Told me at eight o'clock the night before that he needed me to make three dozen chocolate chip cookies.” 

“Boys,” Ellen playfully rolled her eyes. 

“What about boys?” Quinn asked as he walked into the kitchen. 

“Oh nothing,” Ellen said, wiping her hands on the towel thrown over her shoulder, “Y/N makes a better sous chef than you.” 

“Taking my job?” Quinn looked at you. You nodded your head, “Traitor. This is my off-season gig,” He reached over to grab a cube of watermelon, but you swatted his hand back, “Hey!” 

“This is for dinner,” You scolded him. Quinn walked around to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, “Quinn, your begging isn’t going to make me cave.” 

“Please,” Quinn whined, “I lost game seven.” 

“Two weeks ago!” 

“I’m still wounded!” 

“Fine,” You muttered, grabbing a cube of watermelon and turning in his arms to face him, “Because you lost game seven. . . two weeks ago,” You fed it to him and he smiled. 

“Thanks baby,” He kissed your cheek before heading back out to the grill. 

You shook your head, going back to placing balls of cookie dough on the baking sheet. It was quiet and you could feel Ellen’s stare on you as you worked, causing you to overthink every little movement you made. You paused, looking at the cookies before looking up at Ellen. 

“Did I mess something up?” You asked, fear rising in your body. 

“Hm? Oh, no,” Ellen shook her head, “It’s just. . . he never used to joke about the games he lost. In fact, it was almost like a taboo subject to bring up any losses around him. It’s. . . refreshing to see him like that.” 

You blushed and nodded, going back to work, a small smile on your face. 

Dinner went off without a hitch. Jim had grilled enough hamburgers, chicken and steak to feed a whole hockey team instead of just the six of you. You fell into comfortable silence as you watched the Hughes family interact with each other. It was like no time had passed by them at all, as if they weren’t spread across North America and in different time zones. You felt comfortable and at ease with them. And Quinn could sense that as he looked at you. 

“Feeling okay?” He asked, nodding towards your barely touched plate. 

“Yeah, I feel fine,” You smiled, picking up your fork, “Just. . . taking it all in,” You sighed. Quinn smiled and placed his hand on your thigh. 

Ellen and Jim shared a knowing look across the table, watching you and their son interact. They were both taken aback when Quinn first mentioned a girl in his life. Quinn was always so focused on hockey that personal relationships (unless they were centered around hockey) came second to him. It wasn’t that Ellen feared that her son was going to be alone forever, she just knew the kind of man he was. She knew that hockey wasn’t going to be around forever, that there would come a time where Quinn would retire from the game, and she wanted him to have someone who would be there for when that time came. She wanted him to have someone for when he came home from those long roadies or hard fought games. She wanted him to have the kind of partner and relationship that she has with Jim. 

When dinner was over, you and Quinn packed up the boat, putting a small cooler of seltzers and water, a couple of blankets and towels. Quinn gave you one of his sweatshirts to wear, knowing that it would get cold once the sun went all the way down. You sat next to Ellen as the boys and Jim, pushed away from the dock, ready to set out on a slow sunset cruise around the lake. Quinn took up the captain spot, while Jack and Jim navigated, Luke opted to sit next to you and his mom. 

“So, who is the best driver?” You asked, looking at the three Hughes boys. 

“Oh for sure me,” Jack scoffed. 

“You only have one functioning arm,” Luke pointed. 

“It wasn’t chopped off,” Jack rolled his eyes, “I can still use my hands.” 

“Whatever you say, Bucky Barnes.” 

You giggled and looked at Ellen, “They always like this?” 

“Got worse with age,” Ellen sighed, “I was a little worried when they all went into the NHL. I have known some families that the competition gets the better of them, and they don’t talk anymore. But not these three. I think if anything, they talk more now than they ever had.” 

You smiled, “Quinn talks about them all the time. He has me record their games so he can watch them back after his.” 

Ellen’s heart swelled at your words, “He told them about you first,” You blushed, “Jack can’t keep a secret to save his life, and he texted me asking if I knew that Quinn had a girlfriend and I said no, and then Jack launched into this whole story that Quinn told them about you,” Ellen chuckled, “When Quinn told us about you, I told him I already knew.” 

“What did he say then?” You asked. 

“He said ‘of course Jack told you’,” You laughed and Ellen smiled, “It meant a lot to Jack that you sent him flowers after his surgery, and Luke when you sent some after his Calder nomination. They won’t admit that, but I know it.” 

“They mean a lot to him,” You gestured towards your boyfriend and his brothers who were sitting at the front of the boat, “So they mean a lot to me too.” 

Quinn glanced at you from where he sat, a smile on his face as you talked to his parents. His parents were two of the most important people in his life. He valued their opinion on almost everything, so it meant something to see you so easily getting along with them. His heart felt warm when he heard your laughter at a, no doubt, embarrassing story his dad was telling. 

“So when are you going to propose?” Jack said, pulling Quinn out of his trance. 

“What?” 

“You got a ring yet? I bet you got a ring already.” 

“Huh?” 

“You’re going to marry her!” Jack exclaimed, “And don’t even lie, I can see it. I have a sixth sense for these things.” 

“Yeah, and I talk to ghosts,” Quinn rolled his eyes. But his younger brother was right. Even though you and him had only been dating for six months, Quinn had already imagined proposing to you, getting married, buying a house, and hopefully, having a family. Quinn had never felt this way about someone before, and he would be lying if he wasn’t a bit scared of his feelings, but one look at you and all those fears melted away. 

“Whatever man,” Jack waved him off, “As long as I get to be the best man, I won’t complain.” 

“And who says you will be the best man?” Luke asked, “If anything, I think it would be me. I never broke his xbox controller.” 

“Luke, you’re literally like seven,” Jack scoffed, “It won’t be you.” 

“I’m twenty.” 

The sun was completely down by the time you guys had made it back to the dock. Quinn expertly parked the boat in the hoist, and helped you out, before raising it back up. Jack and Luke had run back to the house, shouting something about getting a fire started, Ellen and Jim walking hand in hand behind them. You stood on the dock, taking in the dark lake in the final strands of light from the sky. 

“No wonder you guys run away to this place at the end of the season,” You said, “It’s so peaceful here. I love it and I’ve only been here a couple of hours.” 

Quinn chuckled, “It feels like this is the one place on earth where I can be just Quinn Hughes. Not the hockey player or the captain of the Canucks. Just Quinn.” 

You turned around, draping your arms around his neck, “Well I like it, Just Quinn,” He smiled at you, his hands resting on your hips, “Thank you for bringing me here. For letting me into your life.” 

“Of course,” Quinn’s voice was full of sincerity as his thumbs brushed over your hip bones, “Thank you for being in my life. You’ve made me a better person.” You tilted your head up slightly, placing a kiss on his lips. One of his hands cupped your cheek, while the other one tangled in your hair, deepening the kiss. When you pulled apart for air, you rested your forehead against his, wanting to just stand in his embrace for a moment longer. 

“Hey lovebirds!” You broke apart, like two teenagers being caught by your parents. But instead of your parents, it was Jack, “Quit sucking face! We’re making smores!” 

“He is such a child,” Quinn huffed. You laughed, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the house. 

“Yes but you love him.” 

“Unfortunately, I do.” 

You sat on Quinn’s lap, your legs dangling off the side of the chair, by the fire, as Jack and Luke argued about how toasted a marshmallow should be for the perfect smore. Ellen and Jim sat across the firepit from you and Quinn, enjoying having their kids back home. Your eyes were growing heavier by the minute, the heat from the fire, being in Quinn’s embrace and the exhaustion from traveling finally catching up to you. Quinn could feel your body growing heavier and heavier with sleep, his hand running up and down your back, a soothing motion that he knew would lull you to sleep. 

“Tired?” He asked, looking at you. 

“A bit,” You yawned, “But I don’t want to go to bed yet, having too much fun.” 

“Just close your eyes,” Quinn whispered. You nodded, nuzzling your face into his neck. He leaned his cheek on top of your head. It wasn’t very long after that, that Quinn could feel your breathing start to slow, until you were sleeping in his arms. He looked down at you, a soft smile on his face, as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

“She’s a keeper Quinn,” Jim said, raising his can of beer towards his son, “She’s gotta be a special one to deal with you.” 

“Yeah,” Quinn said, his eyes still on your sleeping frame, “I’m not letting her go anytime soon.”

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Oh! Darling pt. 1

~Oh! Darling by The Beatles~

Author's Note: requested, it didn't fully fill the request as much as I wanted, I apologize but it's a long one :)italics are flashback as always. also insanely unedited I never edit anything I post so Summary: Quinn and Y/N have a suprise pregnancy Warnings: swearing, I think that's all Word Count: 6,236 Quinn Hughes x fm!reader pt. 2

July

It was normal for her cycle to be inconsistent, ever since her first ever period she was inconsistent. It would be a week early, a week late, nothing more. Except right now she was a week and two days late. 

She wasn’t freaking out until Quinn came home with hot chocolate and a pack of tampons. It was normal for him to just casually buy the products for her. They’ve been together since they were fifteen years old, so of course it was a part of their routine. She moved to Vancouver with him his rookie year and they’ve never looked back. 

Here they were sitting on their bathroom floor together waiting for the two minute timer to go off. Her head was against her knees as he was staring blankly towards the floor. After a few scares they have had over the years, she’s kept a few pregnancy tests in their bathroom. They weren’t trying to get pregnant but after nine years together, they were becoming less and less careful.

She lifted her head, turning her gaze towards Quinn watching him count on his fingers. She furrowed her eyebrows harshly while taking in a sharp breath. “What are you doing?” she asked barely above a whisper.

He met her eye, before he had a chance to answer the timer went off. Quinn turned it off as he maintained eye contact. He took a deep breath, “Ready?” he asked barely above a whisper. She clenched her jaw as she continued looking into his gaze. She nodded very subtly and Quinn reached towards the counter. He took a hold of the test, keeping it face down. 

His hands were shaking, she glanced down and took a hold of his hand holding the pregnancy test. He took a deep breath as she slowly pulled her hand away, he spun it around. Clear as day, it wrote Pregnant. It was impossible to miss. A gasp left her throat. 

He lowered the test to the floor as a small smile formed to his lips, he shifted his gaze towards her. He saw the tears starting to fall from her eyes but the smile on her lips. “I didn’t think-” she trailed off while she turned and met his gaze. The smile on his lips and the nervous laughter that left his lips answered the question she had.

He leaned towards her wrapping his arms around her, he swallowed hard before he breathed out, “We’re having a baby.”

After a few seconds she pulled away, a harsh frown on her lips. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his hand delicately placed on her thigh.

“Oh god,” she muttered out, “The baby’s gonna be born right before playoffs, oh no,” she let out. Her breath began to quicken as she stood up from the floor. He watched her walk out of the bathroom. Quinn cleared his throat as he took a hold of the test, he stared towards the positive test. He took a deep breath as he stood up from the floor. He placed the test onto the counter as he followed her out of the bathroom.

“It’ll be fine, we’ll worry about it when it comes,” he expressed as found her pacing their bedroom. He stopped her by stepping in her path. He watched her lips quiver as she scanned his features. A smile formed onto his lips as he took a hold of her hips. “We’re having a baby,” he let out again as he looked deeply into her eyes. 

“We’re having a baby,” she repeated as she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, he lifted her up as he spun her slowly. 

October

Their last appointment was too early to tell the sex of the baby and they didn’t want to make a huge deal on the reveal. It didn’t matter to them, they were going to be excited regardless. They were sitting in the lobby, praying that no one would recognize Quinn. They have yet to tell their families as they were worried it would be too early and something would go wrong.

It has been impossible not to say anything to his brothers. He speaks to Jack every day and it has almost slipped out of his mouth multiple times. When he did speak to Luke, he tried to leave him alone during his rookie year, he would nearly let it slip too. 

Y/N struggled to keep it quiet from her parents since she called them at least once a day. They would always ask about what’s new in her life but she managed to keep it secret. Her sister on the other hand is the only other person that knows. Her sister, Isabella, was visiting the following week after they found out.

It was too early to mention the pregnancy as she was barely seven weeks along, she found out quite late. She had no idea how she was going to manage to keep it a secret from her sister for five days. Y/N was working the morning Isabella had landed in Vancouver. Which led to Quinn being the one to go pick her up and bring her back to the apartment. Which they were planning on moving out of. 

Y/N always expressed how much she loved the apartment she was in. It was a one bedroom apartment with two bathrooms. It was perfect until they found out they were having a baby. They decided on moving into a bigger apartment suited for family life. It was evident that they were moving by the pile of boxes in the trunk of Quinn’s car and by the state of their apartment. 

Quinn spent the whole drive avoiding the topic of what the use of the second bedroom would be. He kept saying that they were starting to get more people to visit and that’s why they needed a second bedroom. However, Isabella was completely convinced that Y/N was pregnant. 

She was obviously right, but Quinn had explicit instructions to deny, deny, deny. Except Isabella was extremely nosey. Quinn was pulling out the coffee table, prepping the pull-out sofa for her to sleep on; when Isabella walked out of their bathroom.

“Are you going to keep lying to me or just tell me?” she questioned as she was holding the ziplock baggie that held two positive pregnancy tests. Quinn lifted his head, his mouth fell open. He chuckled dryly.

“You went through our drawers?” he let out a smirk on his lips. 

“I forgot a toothbrush,” she said as she shook the baggy, “I was looking for a spare one!” she defended. Quinn stood up from the floor as he walked towards Isabella.

“You know, Y/N’s gonna kill me,” he mumbled as he took the baggy from her hand. He stared towards it, an instant smile formed to his lips. “We were going to wait to tell anyone until it was further along in the pregnancy,” he explained. He lifted his gaze as he met Isabella’s eye. 

“How far long?” Isabella asked excitedly. 

“We don’t know yet, we have a doctor’s appointment in a couple days. We’ve only known for a week,” he explained as the front door opened. Y/N jogged inside excitedly. A frown instantly appeared to her lips seeing Quinn holding the pregnancy tests and her sister standing right there. His eyes widened, “She went snooping!” he accused, childishly pointing a finger towards Isabella. 

Isabella gasped as she smacked her hand lightly against Quinn’s arm.

Y/N rested her head nervously on Quinn’s shoulder. He leaned his head against her arm as he reached over and interlocked his hand with hers. “Isabella thinks we’re having a boy,” she whispered. He smiled softly as he ran his thumb across the top of her hand. 

“I wouldn’t be surprised,” he mumbled, “My mom gave up on having a girl after Lukey,” he let out a soft chuckle.

“My mom gave up on having a boy after Isabella,” she replied. 

Before Quinn could reply the ultrasound tech stepped into the lobby with a clipboard in her hand. “Y/N Y/L/N.” the tech lifted her gaze to see Quinn sitting down. Her eyes widened slightly at that moment. 

Y/N perked upward as her and Quinn both stood up and walked side by side to the back of the office. It took ten minutes before she was on the table, awaiting the freezing gel and the results of the scan. Quinn sat closely to her as he scanned her features. Y/N was staring towards the empty ultrasound screen as the gel was placed on her skin.

Quinn delicately leaned closer as the screen lit up, showing the gray image of the growing baby. The ultrasound tech smiled excitedly as she pointed towards the screen, “That’s your baby,” she said pointing a manicured finger along the outline of the baby. 

Quinn smiled softly as he felt his breath caught in his throat. Your baby. It was still so hard to believe. Y/N kept a small smile as she watched the screen, her heart was beating quickly. It was getting more real every appointment. 

Quinn squeezed Y/N’s hand, she shifted her gaze towards him. He winked towards her as she shifted her gaze back towards the screen. 

It took another ten minutes before the doctor came in. He quickly sat down, rubbing hand sanitizer all over his hands as he smiled towards the pair. 

“We’re just going to do a general check-up on how the baby is doing and are we finding out the sex of the baby today as well?” he asked. They both nodded excitedly. Y/N was always super nervous every time she was at the appointment. “Alright,” he let out as he pulled gloves on his hands as he rolled closer to the table. 

Y/N held her breath as the doctor put more of the gel onto her growing bump. It took a few seconds before the screen popped up as the doctor rolled the wand over her stomach. It was silent as they stared towards the screen together. Quinn squeezed her hand as he shifted his gaze towards Y/N. He loved the joy on her face.

“Alright, healthy heartbeat. Healthy size for eighteen weeks and now I’m gonna check for the sex of the baby,” the doctor said while raising his eyebrows. Y/N held her breath as she tried to see what the doctor was seeing. Quinn kept his gaze on Y/N.

“Congratulations you are having a girl,” the doctor said as he shifted his gaze towards the pair. Quinn’s mouth fell open as a nervous laugh left his lips. Y/N pouted her lips as she began to tear up. She turned her head to meet Quinn’s gaze. The doctor quickly wiped the gel from her stomach, “We’ve got a few paperwork things that we have to file, but you guys will be out of here in a moment,” he said before he stepped out of the room.

Once they were alone, Quinn leaned towards her kissing her. He rested his hand onto her cheek, “Oh my god,” he mumbled against her lips.

~

It was becoming too real and too hard to keep secret from their families. They wanted to wait until his brothers and parents would be in town for the Hughes Bowl but it would be way too long by then. 

Telling them over FaceTime was not ideal but they lived in a whole different country and timezone from their families. Y/N’s parents fell in love with Quinn the second she brought him home. Her mom was asking about baby names the second they moved in together. Her dad also loved Quinn because he didn’t have any sons of his own. In a way over the last nine years, he learned to love Quinn like a son.

“Why can’t we just wait until Christmas?” Y/N let out nervously. Quinn took a hold of the chair and pulled it closer to him, he shifted his frame to face her. He rested his hands onto her thighs.

“I think our parents would be sad that we didn’t tell them sooner, You’ll be-what- almost thirty weeks? They’ll be happy no matter how we tell them,” he comforted. She tilted her head to the side as she frowned slightly. 

“I can’t hug my mom after telling her,” she mumbled. Quinn pouted as he ran his hand across the fabric of her pants. 

“I know but they are all coming for Christmas, you can see her then,” he muttered, trying to be comforting but it was a difficult situation. His laptop began ringing, alerting them of a FaceTime call from her mother. He leaned towards her delicately kissing her cheek before he answered the FaceTime.

Tilted her head back, swallowing hard. “Hi guys! What’s going on?” her mother said excitedly. Her dad was standing behind her mother, resting his hands on the back of the chair. Her mother’s face fell, “Oh no, what’s wrong?” 

“Oh nothing, we’re okay-great actually,” Quinn explained, knowing that Y/N was a bit paralyzed to speak. Her mother quite literally let out a sigh of relief. Quinn soothingly ran his hand up and down her lower back. He turned his gaze towards her and she kept staring blankly towards the screen. “Honey,” he whispered. 

She blinked rapidly as she looked deeply into his eyes for a few seconds before she looked back towards the computer. Her mouth opened and shut for a few seconds before she met her mom’s gaze through the computer. She knew, she had to know already. 

“We’re having a baby,” Y/N blurted out. 

Her mother simply smiled as she began to cry, happily. Her dad leaned away from his grip on the chair. A smile on his face, he walked away. “Wow,” her mother let out. 

Quinn pulled his lips between his teeth as he held his breath.

“How far long?” her mother questioned. Y/N’s lips quivered.

“Eighteen weeks, we wanted to wait until it was safer to say anything,” 

“Oh of course, honey, this is incredible news!”  her mother expressed as she covered her mouth with her hands. She stood up and turned around and hugged her husband. Y/N looked towards Quinn, teary eyed. 

“Does Bella know?” her father asked as he walked towards the camera, his eyes were teary. She’s never seen her father cry, let alone happy tears. 

Quinn started laughing nervously. “Isabella had a hunch when she came to visit and snooped around our apartment until she found proof,” Y/N explained as she stared towards the camera. 

Her dad rolled his eyes, “Of course she did!” 

They spoke on the phone for several more minutes, leaving out the sex of the baby. They still wanted to have a little announcement during Christmas. It was now Quinn’s turn and he was terrified. His parents loved Y/N and were happy that Quinn was happy. They probably would prefer they waited until they were married. But that was still a year or so down the line, too late now. Y/N didn’t want to get married until she was done with her degrees, she wanted her degrees to have her own last name. She wanted to take Quinn’s last name but she wanted her degrees to have her own name.

He took a hold of her chin, as they waited for his parents to call him. He turned her head towards him. He scanned her features before he leaned towards her, kissing her urgently. 

“What was that?” she asked barely above a whisper as he pulled away. The laptop started to ring as his mother was calling him. He took a deep breath before he pecked her lips once more.

“Courage,” he muttered before he answered the call. He forced a smile towards the camera, Y/N smiled softly as she looped her arm around Quinn’s. She ran her fingertips along the inside of his palm. “Hi,” Quinn muttered out.

“You guys okay? This looks like a Zoom meeting,” Ellen let out, a small chuckle leaving her lips. Quinn let out a huff of air as he smiled.

“We’re really good, actually,” he mumbled. Y/N kept her gaze on Quinn, giving him encouragement. He swallowed hard as he took a deep breath. 

“Then what’s going on?” she asked, a small smile on her lips. Jim nodded encouragingly as if he knew what the news was.

Quinn looked towards Y/N, she interlocked their fingers together as she nodded. “We’re having a baby,” he choked out as he shifted his gaze towards the screen. His parents' eyes went wide as they looked towards one another. “And we’re happy about it,” Quinn continued as he pressed his lips together.

Ellen quickly shifted her gaze towards her phone, a slow grin forming to her lips, “Why wouldn’t you be? This is amazing!” she let out before she set her phone down, turning and hugging Jim. He laughed excitedly.

“We’re having a grandbaby!” Jim let out excitedly.

Quinn shut his eyes as he let out a sigh of relief. Y/N tilted her head as she rested it onto Quinn’s shoulder. He leaned and kissed the top of her head as he shifted his gaze towards the screen. 

“This is incredible, son,” Jim let out, “Have you told your brothers?” he questioned.

Quinn shook his head, “They are next on the list,” he mumbled. 

They spoke on the phone for several more minutes before Quinn ended the call, afraid his father would tell his brothers before he got the chance to. Jack and Luke tend to ignore text messages so Quinn decided to simply call them and hope both of them were home. 

“I’m a little shocked at how well this is going,” Y/N mumbled as she ran her hand through the ends of his hair while he turned his gaze towards her. “I just thought there would’ve been a lecture alongside the happiness,” she said with a dry laugh. Quinn rolled his eyes playfully.

“I was expecting the get married before the baby comes lecture,” he let out. She nodded along with him. “It’s still a little hard to believe that this is actually happening,” he expressed. She nodded as she rested her hand on her stomach. 

“I know,” she mumbled, “She’s growing inside of me and I still feel like it isn’t real,” she let out. He smiled as he leaned towards her kissing her. She pulled away, resting her forehead against his, “Come on let’s tell your brothers,” she whispered.

He took a deep breath as he began calling Jack, who was more likely to pick up over Luke. Jack answered on the fourth ring. “Quinny!” he shouted in a long drawn out sing-song way. “What’s wrong? Oh shit, you guys didn’t break up did you?” Jack questioned as he sat up from his lying position on the couch.

“No, nothing like that. Is Luke home?” Quinn asked as he rested his hand on Y/N’s thigh. 

“Lukey! Luke, come here!” Jack shouted. “He’s in his room,” he muttered. 

“What?!” Luke asked, his voice rasped as he walked out of the room. 

“Quinn and Y/N want to talk to us,” Jack expressed. Luke groaned as he stood behind Jack, getting into the view of the camera. His hair was messy as he was hidden in a hoodie. 

“If you woke me up from my nap to tell me that you two are engaged then I’ll fucking kill you,” Luke rasped out as he leaned forward. Y/N laughed as she tilted her head back. Quinn rolled his eyes. 

“See I thought they were telling us they broke up, he looked like he saw a ghost,” Jack tilted his head back as he met Luke’s gaze briefly.

“He always looks like that,” Luke pointed towards the screen. Quinn dropped his head as he rolled his eyes playfully. 

“Okay, okay will you stop?” Quinn said while laughing. “We’re not engaged, we’re not breaking up. We’re-uh-” he paused as he met Y/N’s gaze for a second, “We’re having a baby,” 

Jack’s mouth fell open as his eyes widened. Luke smiled widely as he leaned back, “See now that’s a reason to wake a man up,” he let out while laughing. “How long have you been keeping that a secret?” Luke questioned further. 

“Since July,” Y/N let out. 

“Quinn sucks at keeping secrets, how did you guys manage not to tell anyone?” Jack asked, laughing. 

“How many times did I call you guys over the last few months?” Quinn let out laughing, “What like three times? That’s how I kept it a secret,” 

“Can’t wait to be the cool uncle,” Luke muttered as he crossed his arms over his chest. Jack gasped dramatically. 

“Yeah, right, that’s my job,” Jack scoffed. Quinn turned his gaze towards Y/N, rolling his eyes. 

“What do you mean? You’re boring, man. That kid's gonna love Uncle Luke,” he said while pursing his lips forward.

“Oh please! I’m boring?! Have you heard anything come out of your mouth recently!” 

“Quinn, who’s gonna be the cool uncle?” Luke asked as he leaned towards the camera.

“You can’t ask Quinn that, he’s biased, he likes you better than me,” Jack protested, “Y/N who’s the better, more handsome, more cool uncle?” 

Y/N barked out a laugh, “I’m not answering that,” she rolled her eyes playfully, “We’ll let our baby decide who she likes better,” she paused, her eyes widened. Quinn shifted his gaze towards Y/N. 

“No way, it's a girl?!” Luke asked excitedly.

“You didn’t hear that!” Quinn quickly let out. Luke shook his head while laughing. “Mom and Dad don’t know that part yet, you didn’t hear anything. Keep it to yourselves,” Quinn expressed as he kept his gaze on Y/N. She was on the verge of tears, with her pregnancy her hormones have been all over the place. Which led to her being more emotional than normal.

“Mom’s going to freak the fuck out,” Jack let out excitedly.

March

It was early, their daughter was coming two weeks early. Her parents were planning on flying in next week but here she was in the passenger seat of her best friend’s car, feeling as though she was about to give birth any minute. Which was entirely not true. Her water broke but she was nowhere near dilated where she needed to be. Her doctor told her to come in anyway since she was a little early before the due date. 

She wasn’t quite sure on how to contact Quinn, he was in the middle of a game. Quinn gave her the equipment manager’s number in case something like this happened. She wanted to wait until she was at the hospital and actually admitted. 

Riley, her best friend, parked the car as close to the entrance of the hospital as she could. She turned her body towards her. “Are you sure you don’t want to tell Quinn right now? It’s intermission, he can be here in like thirty minutes,” she offered, Y/N shook her head as she rested her hand on her large bump. A contraction started as she tilted her head back against the headrest. “Oh god that was like only seven minutes, I feel like that was fast. You should call him,” she expressed.

“Nope, not until I am in a bed,” she groaned as she unbuckled her seatbelt as she pushed the car door open. She carefully climbed out of the car, “This little girl can wait until her daddy is showered and done with his g-game,” she muttered as she started waddling towards the entrance of the hospital. 

Riley quickly jumped out of the car and took a hold of the hospital bag. Locking the car she jogged towards Y/N. “Damn, you’re fast for a pregnant girl,” she muttered as she came side by side with her.

“I ran track in high school, what do you expect?” she mumbled out. Her phone began to vibrate in her pocket, it was her mom. She took a sharp breath as she brought her phone to her ear, “Hey Mom,”

“Hi sweetheart, how’s the baby?” her mother asked. She’s gotten to the point where every question is directed towards and about the baby. 

“Actually my water broke and I’m at the hospital-” she let out, her mother gasped dramatically, “Quinn doesn’t know, he’s still playing-” she gasped again. 

“There are no flights to Vancouver at this hour! Oh god-” her mother let out, teary-eyed.

“It’s okay, I promise we’ll be fine, I’ll call you and keep y-oh god-you posted,” 

It had been only ten minutes before Y/N was placed in a room. She had simply sat down when Riley turned on the TV in the room, it showed the Canucks game. They were winning 4-o as they showed a goal that Quinn assisted on. “It’s safe to say that Quinn can leave the game,” Riley pointed towards the TV. 

Y/N texted the equipment manager, alerting him of the situation. After a few seconds, the broadcast announced, “It looks like Quinn Hughes is not on the bench, once we get more information on that, we’ll let you know,” the camera showed the equipment manager talking with Quinn and him nodding. 

He stared blankly towards the ice in front of him. He took a sharp breath as Tyler beside him nudged him excitedly. Quinn smiled as he spun off the bench and headed down the tunnel. 

Y/N stood up from the bed as she walked towards the bathroom, carrying her required hospital gown she had to wear. She struggled to get her shirt and sweatpants off as another contraction was hitting her pretty hard. Another minute went by and she was completely covered in the hospital gown. 

“They’re doing good, she wanted to wait until she had a room. She didn’t want to get turned away and then having you leave the game for no reason,” Riley explained on the phone. Y/N smiled towards Riley as she waddled out of the bathroom, “Here she is,” Riley mumbled as she handed the phone over to Y/N.

“Hey?! You alright? I’m showering real fast and I’ll be there or-or I can just leave now,” Quinn ranted, he sounded out of breath. 

“I love you, I love you so much, please shower before you get here,” she said while laughing. Riley helped her sit down on the bed. Quinn laughed, “We’re good, we’re just waiting on the doctor, I have to call your parents before the broadcasters announce it,” she explained.

“Okay, yeah, yeah do that. I’ll be there as soon as I can,” he explained, “I love you,” he let out before he hung up the phone. She quickly dialed Ellen. She answered on the second ring.

“Is everything okay? Is the baby okay?” Ellen asked instantly. Y/N let out breath she was holding as she got comfortable on the bed, or at least as comfortable she could get. 

“I’m in labor, but everything seems to be fine,” she explained, slightly out of breath. 

“Oh my god, okay, we’ll try to get to Vancouver as soon as we can,” she expressed, “This is so exciting!” she expressed. 

She shifted her gaze towards the screen, “It looks like Quinn Hughes is okay, great news actually. He had to leave the game early because he’s having a baby. Congratulations Captain!” the broadcasters announced. Y/N felt her heart beat as the words echoed in her mind. 

“How are you doing?” she asked, a sob quickly climbed into Y/N’s throat. 

She took in a sharp shaky breath as she looked towards Riley, a tear quickly fell on her cheek. “Terrified,” she mumbled out as her lips quivered.

“Oh honey, it’ll be okay. Quinn will be there with you soon, Your parents will be there. Jim and I will be there. You’re not alone, you guys are going to be okay,” Ellen comforted. Y/N nodded as her lower lip quivered. 

“O-okay,” she let out. 

“We love you, Y/N,” Ellen expressed. 

“Love you guys too,” she let out before they ended the call. Riley quickly came to her side. Riley rested her hand on top of Y/N’s.

It took another forty-five minutes before Quinn jogged into the room. “Hey, I’m here, are you okay?” he asked as he quickly went straight to her bedside. She was gripping the side of the hospital bed.

“Yeah, I’m good-” she held her breath. Quinn looked towards Riley. 

“The doctor said she’s about five centimeters dilated and that her contractions are getting stronger,” Riley said as she crossed her arms over her chest. Quinn smiled gratefully towards her. They didn’t discuss if Riley was allowed to be there but that was because it wasn’t a discussion. Riley and Y/N have been best friends since they were freshman in high school.

Riley moved to Vancouver after she graduated college, partly for Y/N and her job market. 

“What can I do?” he asked Y/N as she slowly loosened her grip and opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. She took a deep breath as her lips quivered. 

“Hold me,” she let out barely above a whisper.

“Okay,” he quickly climbed beside her inside the bed, not a single ounce of hesitation. He adjusted carefully not to lie on any wires or in any way that could mess up anything. He pressed his lips against her forehead as he looped his arms around her body, letting her snuggle up against him.

Riley smiled softly as she walked out of the room, giving them their privacy for a while. 

He ran his fingers through her hair soothingly, as he periodically pressed his lips against her forehead.

It took twelve hours. 

Twelve hours before their daughter was born. Both of their parents were able to be there. Not in the room, but they were there for emotional support. On March 10th at 9:37 AM, their daughter was born. 

It was only her and Quinn in the room with all of the doctors and nurses. Their daughter screamed loudly after she was born. She was placed on Y/N’s chest. She was shaking from adrenaline but the second her eyes landed on her daughter it felt like everything was right. 

The second she was laid on Y/N’s chest, she had stopped crying. Stirring slightly as Quinn delicately and nervously ran his hand along the small head of his daughter. 

It took about an hour after the birth before Quinn even left the room. Y/N was asleep, reluctantly but her body craved it. Their daughter was asleep in the small hospital bed they provided for her. Quinn walked into the lobby to see his parents and her parents. He smiled widely once he met his mom’s eyes. 

“She’s here,” he muttered out. Ellen stood up and instantly hugged her son. They all excitedly shot up from their seats. “I was waiting until they fell asleep, Y/N’s exhausted,” he mumbled as he pulled away. He began cycling through hugs between each person. 

“How are you doing?” Y/N’s mom asked. Quinn shook his head slowly as he let out a long breath. 

“I’m just happy,” he said as he crossed his arms over his chest, “Tired but my girls are more important,” he let out. 

Jim engulfed his son in a huge hug. “So proud of you,” he mumbled into his ear. Quinn pulled away as he pressed his lips together. 

“Do you guys have a name?” Y/N’s dad asked. Quinn smiled widely as he nodded. 

“Elliana, we’re going to call her Ellie,” he explained. 

“Oh your brothers are calling!” Ellen said excitedly. She handed her phone over to Quinn quickly. Quinn answered the call. Both Jack and Luke were fighting for more of the camera view. Their eyes lit up once they saw Quinn.

“Can we call you Daddy yet?!” Jack let out. The entire room started laughing, even people who didn't know the family started laughing.

“Please don’t,” he let out, shaking his head. “But yes, your niece is here,” he explained. Both Luke and Jack smiled widely.

“Oh man that’s amazing,” Luke let out, his voice breaking. 

“Are you crying?” Jack asked. Luke shook his head while tilting his head back.

“We’ve got a tiny little niece, dude, this is crazy. We can’t even meet her for a while,” Luke let out. Quinn pouted, sad that his brother’s weren’t able to come see him and his beautiful little girl. 

“The second the season is done, you boys are coming to meet her,” Quinn said teary eyed.

May

Quinn was exhausted to say the least but he would never change a single thing. His parents and Y/N’s parents were staying at an AirBnB close by to help with the baby when Quinn was away on road games. 

Jack was back in Michigan recovering from his surgery while Luke was away on the Men’s World’s tournament. It didn’t stop either of them from calling Y/N every day to see their niece. Neither of them have been able to meet her yet, it was tearing them apart.

“How has it been with playoffs and having a newborn at home?” the interviewer asked. Quinn's eyes lit up at the mention of his daughter. 

“It’s been a lot. I would love to be home with her every chance I could get but unfortunately that’s just not how the timing panned out,” he let out a dry chuckle, “She’s still so tiny so it breaks my heart that I can’t be with her all the time. But hopefully things go our way and it’ll all be worth it,” he explained. 

“Thanks Quinn,” they all collectively said as they walked away from him with their microphones. Quinn stood up quickly as he began walking out of the locker room, his mind preoccupied with seeing his little girl. 

It was hard to manage focusing on the playoffs and the fact that he was a new father. But Y/N was so strong through the whole process. 

He drove home quickly. He was fast out of his car and into his apartment building. He cautiously stepped inside, not wanting to wake her if she was asleep. Y/N was sitting on the couch, folding some laundry. “Hey gorgeous,” he mumbled as he quietly locked the door. She smiled towards him as she lifted her gaze. 

“Hey captain, how was morning skate?” she asked teasingly. He rolled his eyes playfully as he walked towards the couch and sat down directly behind her. He looped his arm around her waist, pulling her towards him.

“It was good, nothing too crazy,” he whispered as he pressed his lips on her jawline. She giggled as she leaned her body against his chest. “How are you, my love?” he asked as he ran his hand across her stomach. 

“I’m okay, napped for a bit while your mom and dad were here this morning, Ellie is still sleeping. I feel like your mom has some magic touch or something,” she explained as she ran her hand across the top of his. 

He chuckled as he pressed his lips against her shoulder, “If you want to sleep longer, I can do this while you go sleep,” he offered. 

She shook her head as she tilted her head back against his shoulder. “Nope, this is perfect. I miss you,” she mumbled. She tilted her head to the side as Quinn tilted his gaze towards her. He scanned her features, knowing she was exhausted but listened regardless. He leaned towards her, kissing her urgently. He took a hold of her cheek, holding her in place.

Suddenly the baby monitor sounded, Ellie was crying. She pulled away chuckling, “She always has perfect timing,” she mumbled against his lips. He pecked her lips quickly before he slipped away from his grasp on Y/N.

“She does, doesn’t she?” he let out, “I got her,” he mumbled before he wandered down the hall towards the nursery. He slowly pushed inside the room, the loud cries quite literally making his heart break. “Oh darling, it’s okay,” Quinn let out quietly as he walked towards the crib, slowly reaching down and picking her up. As soon as Quinn held her, she was soothed. 

Quinn smiled towards his little girl, admiring the light color eyes and soft sound of her breathing. “You just wanted attention, huh?” he let out as he slowly walked towards the rocking chair. He cautiously sat down, staring into his little girl’s eyes. “That’s okay, Momma can wait,” he whispered, a soft laugh leaving his throat. 

He slowly continued rocking in the chair, staring down at his little girl. She looked a lot like Y/N but she had his eyes. She was beautiful. “Quinn,” Y/N mumbled from the door. Quinn lifted his gaze, smiling softly towards her. Oblivious to Y/N standing there, he had no idea how long she was there.

“Hi gorgeous,” he whispered. She grinned as she tilted her head against the door frame, “We did a good job, didn’t we?” he asked, shifting his gaze back to his little girl.

⋆·˚ ༘ * oh, my, my, my ⋆·˚ ༘ *

nhl masterlist !

pairings: quinn hughes x childhood friend!reader, jack hughes x platonic best friend!reader, quinn x artist!reader

warnings: angst and comfort, fluff

summary: you and quinn throughout the years, and how you fall in love <3

song: mary's song (oh my my my) by taylor swift

word count: 4.4 k

notes: I love lake quinn sm :)

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our daddies used to joke about the two of us, growing up and falling in love, our mamas smiled, and rolled their eyes

"oh, she's so tiny!" ellen cooes, cradling the little bundle of pink, "and she has your eyes, birdie."

your mother smiles at the nickname her college friend had given her freshman year, when a bird had pooped on her head during a girl's night out.

it stuck (literally), and almost 10 years later, as her best friend holds her babygirl, she's reminded of everything they'd been through together.

"congrats, man. the first girl in the family!" jim slaps your dad on the shoulder, the two men smiling at their wives.

"oh, she's just precious." you yawn, and all of the adults are reduced to an awwing mess.

quinn toddles over, chubby toddler legs still unsure. he lands on his butt half a foot away from ellen, who lifts him up with the hand that wasn't holding you.

"look, quinny."

quinn reaches out a finger towards you, and jim is about to chide him when your tiny little fist locks around it. his wide eyes widen even more. you gurgle happily at him, and for the first time in a while, he goes completely still, enraptured by the baby in front of him.

"oh." your father whispers.

"well, that's your son-in-law now," jim laughs.

"hey, don't count out jack! they're closer in age, after all."

your mom rolls her eyes, as ellen snorts, "let's not pre-write our kid's futures before they're five, please."

..••°°°°••....••°°°°••..

i was seven and you were nine, i looked at you like the stars that shine

"y'know, birdie," ellen starts, "the boys might be right."

"no, they cannot eat four pb and j's and then go to the carnival-"

"no, not the little ones!", ellen laughs, "our husbands. they might be right."

"oh, that? the whole son-in-law thing?" your mom grins, as she watches luke chase after you with a worm.

the two women are silent and thoughtful as you - screaming at the top of your lungs - duck behind quinn, who sternly tells off his little brother. your sticky hands lace with his, naturally, albeit a bit awkward the way only kids can be.

you absolutely adore quinn. he's your protector, the one you turn to more often than not. jack is your best friend, and you remind her of that often. luke is your baby brother, the one you coddle and fuss over.

and the boys adore you just as much; jack plays pirates with you all day, Luke follows you like a puppy, and quinn...

he's staked a claim on you that makes your mom laugh, but worry a little when your older and you inevitably find someone who isn't him.

it never occurred to her that he might be the one.

"oh my god." your mom says as your dad walks in with jim.

"ha! see? I know I put money on my son for good reason." jim says gleefully, and quickly pipes down at ellen's dirty look.

"jack is also your son, man." your dad shakes his head.

"seriously? you guys made bets on the future love lives of your prepubescent kids?"

"birdie, it's just a joke!"

he eats his words as quinn leads you through the door. you're in tears, a nasty scrape on your knee. he's got your hand cradled in his.

ellen and your mom fawn over it, how brave you were, but all you could remember is how quinn held your hand the whole time.

..••°°°°••....••°°°°••..

take me back when our world was one block wide, i dared you to kiss me and ran when you tried

when you're ten, you almost have your first kiss.

you're going through a phase, really, when all you would wear were your overall jean shorts, a big t-shirt and your red converses. you have little pen drawings all over your shoes and shorts.

now, when you look at the photos from back then, you cringe a little at how lanky and young you look.

you're with the boys at one of the neighbouring lake houses, a couple of other girls and a few guys too.

everyone there lived on the same block, so it was odd that you hadn't all hung out together before.

quinn can tell you're uncomfortable around the other guys, who are loud and frankly very obnoxious. even his 12-year-old self can tell.

he tells you that you can all leave and go get ice cream near the boardwalk, but you refuse. you're 10 already, you can handle a few new strangers.

somehow, spin the bottle is brought up and you find yourself sitting cross-legged as one of the older girls - who's kind and much more grown than you - tellsdyou how to spin the bottle.

your hands shake and the backs of your knees are slick with sweat, but you spin anyways. you want to seem cool and older too.

you watch the root beer bottled patter as it turns, the ting, ting sound dissonant with your thumping heart.

it lands on quinn.

your quinn who knows all of the words to the spider man movies, who gives the last popsicle to you and lets you tuck your feet under his thighs when you get cold.

this is a disaster, you think, because you don't know how to kiss! are you supposed to use your tongue? you almost gag at the thought.

quinn can see your very apparent panic, and the only thing on his mind was to make it of away.

he wants to hold your hand, but when you turned nine you had decided that boys had cooties, so you refused to touch him or his brothers.

"...we don't have to," he offers, scratching his neck. one of the boys boo, and you flush.

you shook your head, "i want to."

he smiles, shy and boyish and your heart goes into overdrive.

his face matches yours in colour as he scoots forward awkwardly, cupping your face the way he'd seen his dad do to his mom.

as he leans forward, you burst into tears. if you kiss him, and he's disgusted by your kissing skills - or lack thereof - he wouldn't be your quinn anymore.

you run out embarrassed, leaving quinn's hand outstretched and the older girl from earlier confused and worried.

you think that you had ruined it all, but later that night when quinn offers to take you to get ice cream and lets you get two scoops, you know nothing can tear the two of you apart.

..••°°°°••....••°°°°••..

take me back to the creek beds we turned up, two A.M. riding in your truck and all I need is you next to me

the year quinn turned 16, he gets his boating and drivers license.

when the first real day of summer - he doesn't count the days until he sees you and the lake house again - starts and he finds you making eggs and bacon in the kitchen, he gives you an offer.

"hey, chickie." he tugs playfully at the string of your apron. jim had given you that nickname because of your mom's. chickie, like a baby bird. jack liked to call you chicklet, and Luke followed suit.

the adults think you've outgrown that name, and only call you chickie sporadically.

it's become special for you and quinn, sacred even,

"hi, quinny." you answer in the same tone, swatting him with the spatula in your hand.

"give me a piece of bacon and i'll take you out onto the water. i'll even let you drive a bit when we're far out." he murmurs as you turn the stove off.

"really?" you squeal, and he winces jokingly.

"yes, yes! finally!" you throw yourself at him, letting the older boy catch you around the waist. he grins into your hair, his cheek muscles unused by the seasons without you.

"okay, kid. pipe down. where's my bacon?" he grumbles, but he smiles when you turn around to fix him a whole plate.

you forget in all of your excitement that he doesn't even like bacon.

it's pathetic, really, but he missed you. he still does even though you're less than a foot away from him, salting your scrambled eggs.

he finishes his food faster than you do, and leaves to set up the boat with your promises that you would hurry.

he's excited; he hasn't seen you since christmas, and then, he had to share you with jack and luke and his parents too.

that year, you and jack had become decidedly closer, and quinn knows he has to establish that boat time was for you and him only.

so when jack and luke both follow you onto the boat, whooping and screaming, he's pissed.

and on top of that, he has to drive the boat while you and jack banter and threaten to shove each other off of the moving vessel.

it wasn't fair: you're his person. you guys did gas station runs together, you always looked at him with sad puppy eyes when you were cold.

he'd always grumbled and give you his sweatshirt when you refused to bring a jacket and ended up shivering. you always begged to braid his hair when the sun was at it's highest and there was nothing to do.

so yeah, excuse him if he was mad that your time together was interrupted by jack and luke of all people.

so when you walk up to him, hair messy and wearing nothing but your bathing suit and one of his old hockey jerseys, he tries his best to ignore you.

"quinny!" you exclaim, nudging his shoulder, and once more when he doesn't answer.

he glances quickly at you, but one look is enough to make his chest squeeze in that way that it started to do since last summer.

you had always been beautiful, but you were starting to be seriously gorgeous.

your hair is windblown, skin tanned and freckled with eyes bright from the sheer novelty of it being summer again.

you'd started to fill out more; the tiny bikinis you - and he - loved made something hot tug in his lower stomach.

tucking your hand into the crook of his elbow in the way that always makes him soften like butter, "I thought you were gonna let me drive!"

"ask jack to teach you," he snarks, and regrets it immediately at the hurt on your face.

his chest tightens, like someone has taken the hurt on your features and shoved it between his rib cage so he couldn't breathe.

the two of you don't talk for the rest of the day.

quinn feels like an asshole, and he really doesn't like how you refuse to sit in your normal spot next to him during movie night, instead opting to tuck yourself between the edge of the couch and luke.

and the salt on the wound was when you don't laugh at the stupid jokes he makes for you, especially.

his mom asks him what he had done when he goes to get more popcorn in the kitchen.

"what? why did you automatically assume I didn't something?" he asked, offended.

"because, that girl sticks to you like a magnet," ellen smooths his temple, "and because no one makes you smile and talk like she does. you've been silent all day."

the next night, he shows up at the door of your room in the lake house your two families shared.

he knocks, and pokes his head in, "chickie?

you're at your table, drawing again like you always were.

he keeps the little sketch of him you made last summer in his wallet, tucked under the picture of all of the hughes boys and you.

you ignore him, and he flops on your bed. the floral sheets your mom bought when you were 11 smells like you. he tries not to be creepy and inhale - at least too noticeably.

"gas station run?" he asks.

you finally spare him a glance, "quinny, it's past one o'clock, and it'll take at least 20 minuted to get there."

"please? I really want chips."

you sigh, ever the martyr, and agree. neither of you mention how the hughes stock up enough snacks to last at least 2 months the beginning of every summer.

the battle of who cracks first kept on, until finally, on the way back from the gas station, quinn sighs, "I'm sorry.

you frown, clearly not impressed, "I don't even know why you're sorry."

"god, this is embarrassing-"

"quintin, i swear-"

"i wanted the boat ride to be just us two!" he exclaims loudly.

there was a beat of silence, only the chirp of crickets that crept in the tall grass you could hear through the open windows of jim's truck.

the light on the radio shined, 1:59 AM.

"what?" you ask, a little confused and very much flustered.

"i missed you, chickie, and jack is always monopolizing your time! you're my person and-"

"are you jealous?"

"what?"

"oh my god, you are! you're jealous!"

"no!" he splutters, grateful that it's pitch black outside, because he can feel his ears heating up.

you laugh, tugging at one of his curls, as he grumbles something about not letting you eat any of his salt and vinegar chips.

"quinny?" you ask a little while later, when he's pulling back into the drive way, "y'know that you're my person too, right?"

you look soft and sleepy, under the light of the car, in one of his hoodies and sleep shorts.

he swears he turns into liquid in the drivers seat.

..••°°°°••....••°°°°••..

well, i was sixteen when suddenly, i wasn't that little girl you used to see

"I wouldn't worry about that, chicklet." jack throws his arm around you, and you roll your eyes at the many girls starting to glare at you.

"I don't know what you're talking about." except you do.

there's a girl flirting with quinn, and she's pretty. she's got tattoos on her arms, and she's tall, almost tall at him.

you take a break from the self-deprecating comparison between yourself and her to admire quinn for one second.

he's gotten so tall and broad, all the signs of boyhood gone, except when he smiles that special smile for you. the one when his eyes get all squinty and he bares all of his pretty teeth.

your heart twists, because he hasn't smiled at you like that all summer.

you don't know what you did wrong. maybe he's outgrowing you. he'll be a college man next fall, and you're still in high school.

he's got the whole world in front of him, and well, you couldn't blame him if he didn't want to settle for you.

you realize your feelings for him the beginning of the summer.

or you uncover them, because if you're honest, they've always been there.

and right now, you're wearing your heart on your sleeve, because he looks so handsome in a tight black t-shirt and shorts, a backwards cap on his curls.

his biceps look huge, and between the teenage hormones and the two shots in your system, you want to climb him like a tree.

the more romantic side of you wished you had your charcoal and parchment, so you can copy down his likeness for when your old and greying and you can't remember how he looks illuminated by the moon and bonfire.

"yeah, sure. you're clueless." jack snorts, and he makes his way to the drink table at the party you're at.

you pass by Luke, who's preoccupied by a girl way too old for him, and go sit closer to the fire.

you're mad.

you're mad because you've dressed up real cute, in a tiny black tube top and denim shorts.

you're mad because your hair is curled the way quinn likes it.

you know that for a fact because every time it looks like that, he comes up behind you to wind his fingers through a strand. it was a hassle, and he won't even look at you.

"what's a pretty girl like you doing alone?"

it's a boy with mussed, brown hair and a nice smile.

he's cute. peter, or pierre, he introduces himself. he reminds you a bit of the boyfriend you had first semester of sophomore year.

you've had boyfriends, and quinn has had his relationships, but summer was sacred.

that's why you felt ill when you flirted with him, not because quinn was a mere 20 feet away, starting to glance over and frown.

quinn has always been a jealous motherfucker; you'd give it 5 minutes before he comes over.

you try not to gloat when he comes over in 2.

"hey, chickie. time to go." he tells you, taking you cup and winding an arm around your waist.

you roll your eyes, pushing him off, "no, I'm good here,"

quinn crosses his arms and puffs out his chest, biceps flexing in front of you.

the boy smiles - you've already forgotten his name, something p - and shrugs at quinn.

he's mad now, you can tell, but you wrap you're fingers around the other boy's elbow to egg him on.

"oh, for- that's it. c'mon."

suddenly, your feet are swept out from under you, and you're thrown over his shoulder.

you frown, realizing that you're in the air.

"hey!" you protest weakly as people turn to look at you. quinn continues his trudge all the way to where he's parked his dad's truck and dumps you on the hood like you weigh nothing.

"what are you doing?" he asks, eyes dark, "that guy is no good-"

"no! what are you doing?" all of your frustration pools in your throat, and embarrassing tears are starting to prick at your eyes.

"you won't even look at me all summer, you're flirting with some girl and you get mad at me? you're being such-"

he shakes his head, looking as exasperated as you feel.

"do you know how hard it is-" he breathes out shakily, "how difficult it is to control myself around you?"

"what?" you ask, heart beating in your ears, "what?"

"i have been in love with you since i was 12, chickie." his tone is begging, and so are his eyes.

he looks pained, and you want to relieve it so, so badly. but he still won't touch you. he's hovering away from you, like he has for the past month.

"i love you, and you see me nothing more than a brother, like how you see jack. and it hurts, here," he rubs the heel of his palm between his ribs, "to know that you'll never want me the same way."

"quinn-"

"no, let me talk. I've spent the past 6 years pining after you. I've tried to move on, but all...nothing compares to you. I want you so bad, chickie, but..." he turns from you, head in his hands.

now, if you weren't like 3 beers and 2 shots deep, you would realize that he can't really go anywhere because you're quite literally on the top of his car.

but drunk you is clearly a dumbass, because you think he's trying to leave. so you tell him what's actually on your mind.

"i love you!" you blurt out.

he turns slowly, "what?"

"i love you too. i thought you didn't want me because you're leaving for college, but i want you so bad, please-"

the next thing you know, he's between your legs, so warm and solid, pulling you in by your cheek like during that spin the bottle game 6 years ago.

you let him kiss you for real this time, you let him push up your shorts to feel more of your skin, you let him lick into your mouth.

he pulls away, and you whine, tugging him in again.

he laughs, which makes you laugh in turn, and you slide down the hood as you giggle. he catches you, because he always does.

"i love you." you tell him, and he flushes, nuzzling into your neck.

"say it again," he demands, just because he can.

"i love you, my quinny." you coo, and he wants to crawl into your skin and settle there forever.

"i love you too, chickie."

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oh, my, my, my

"told you so." Jim tells the rest of the parents.

the four of them - the weirdos - are on the second floor, leaning on the bannister as you make breakfast with quinn.

well, you make breakfast and he's distracting you.

he's got his arms wrapped around your shoulders from the back, and the two of you waddle like a pair of penguins around the kitchen gathering ingredients for pancakes.

you're giggling, and he's got a half-smile on his face.

you look so happy together than ellen and your mom are ignoring jim's gloating.

they are even kind enough to ignore the exchange of money between the two men, after all, your dad had bet on jack and lost.

"i can't wait for their wedding."

"hold on, now!"

..••°°°°••....••°°°°••..

a few years had gone and come around, we were sitting at our favorite spot in town and you looked at me, got down on one knee

you're on Quinn's lap, content and warm. the two of you had gotten up to watch the sunrise, first day of the summer at the lake house.

it's nice to have everyone in one place again, the two of you coming from vancouver, the boys from new jersey.

the past couple of years had been hard; a year or two long distance, until you went to study architecture at UBC after quinn had been drafted.

this year, 24 and 22, you finally get some rest and the promise of settling down more.

quinn's captain, and you have a good job that lets you work remote and do what you love.

and more importantly, the two of you are always together.

"babe?" quinn asks, running a hand down your arms, "c'mon, let's go to the dock?"

you don't protest, just happy to be at your childhood lake house.

he leads you there, like he always does.

"pretty." you stare out at the water, orange and pink sky meeting in the still horizon.

"yeah." quinn gives you a smile, rare for anyone else.

but he has always smiled for you, and you greedily hoard them in your memories.

"got something to show you," he pulls his wallet out, the two pictures in the clear flaps catch your eye.

one is a polaroid of you and your boys. quinn is 15, jack is 14, you're 13 and luke is 11. all of you are lanky and awkward, wrapped around each other and grinning ear to ear.

the other is also a polaroid, taken by ellen a year or two ago, when all of your parents came to visit your Vancouver apartment.

quinn's arm is around your shoulders and you're clinging to his side, one hand curled around his waist and the other on his chest. you're smiling at the camera, and quinn is smiling at you.

"cute," you tell him, but he digs a finger into the little pocket.

"fuck," he swears when whatever he's looking for doesn't come out.

"here, let me," you offer. you retrieve a piece of thick parchment with your smaller hands.

it's a sketch of quinn you did when you were in your early teens.

it's not great, you have to admit. the lines aren't smooth like how you sketch now, but the ink and paper is in pristine condition.

"quinn...you kept this?" you ask softly, oddly emotional.

when you look at him, he has a weird look on his face. he scratches his neck.

you stare at each other for a moment, the familiarity of your love almost stifling in the cool morning air.

and then he drops down on one knee.

you start crying, immediately.

that sets him off, and the two of you are blubbering as he tries to get through the speech he wrote in his notes 7 months ago after he got the ring and you were in the shower.

he tells you he loves you, how he's never going to leave you, that you're going to build a life together, just like how you've done everything together since you were kids.

you believe him, because your quinn is nothing if not earnest and steady.

you let him slip the simple ring onto your finger, and he lifts you up into strong arms to kiss you.

you're so deliriously happy that your teeth clash with his in a smiling kiss.

your families cheers from the porch, and you laugh, watery and heart full.

jack runs up first, swinging you around and clapping his hand down on quinn's shoulder.

Luke kisses your cheek and hugs his older brother, as ellen and your mom hug you together.

jim wraps his arms around you, pressing his lips to your forehead, "thanks for helping me win the bet, chickie." you chuckle, reaching for your dad next.

..••°°°°••....••°°°°••..

take me back to the time when we walked down the aisle, our whole town came and our mamas cried, you said I do and I did too

the wedding takes place a year later, in a small winery near the house, because ellen and your mom refused to let you have the wedding on the dock.

this was your compromise, because it's a small affair.

your dad walks you down the aisle to quinn. you're smiling, like there's a hanger in your mouth because you're just so happy.

he cries when he sees you, and so do the other hughes boys.

you hear your mom and ellen, tears meeting shaky smiles on their faces.

your own college friend, your birdie, fixes your veil and holds your bouquet.

sweet promises are exchanged in your vows, and when you have your first kiss as mr. and mrs. hughes, all of your loved ones cheer.

quinn sweeps you off your feet and bridal carries you to a change room so you can switch into your reception dress.

he sees you later as jack, who volunteered to be the mc, announces you guys as mr. and mrs. hughes.

quinn's eyes are hot and dark as he sees your smooth skin under white lace, and whispers something into the shell of your ear that makes you pink.

you dance together, with his brothers and his dad, with your own too.

but the last dance is saved for the two of you.

"i can't wait to grow old with you, chickie." he whispers romantically.

"you'd make such a cute old man," you tell him, and he rolls his eyes.

you laugh, and so does he.

forever sounds real good to you.

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wrapped 'round my finger !

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pairings: quinn hughes x best friend!reader, quinn x sunshine!reader

warnings: angst and comfort, fluff, smut, fem!reader is described as smaller (shorter?), and swearing.

summary: you're the sweetest thing on planet earth, but you have terrible taste in guys. however, you've got the captain of the canucks wrapped around your pinky. too bad you don't see him that way...right?

trope: best friends to lovers, idiots in love, grumpy x sunshine, whipped boyfriend

word count: 1.3 k

notes: princess treatment is WHAT EVERY GIRL DESERVES!! also I just love quinn hughes :) happy reading!!

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bsf! quinn hughes who absolutely is wrapped around your finger. he loves you so freaking much and he's so in love with you it's all over his face. bo and millsy take turns making fun of him, while petey watches his lovelorn expression with a teasing grin.

bsf! quinn hughes who treats you like a princess: he's always giving you his jacket when you pout because you're cold, even though he already told you to bring a sweater. he's always opening doors, cans of soda before he hands it to you. he grumbles when you flutter your eyelashes at him, but flushes pink anyways and does what you want.

bsf! quinn hughes who doesn't let you lift a finger when you're together. he does everything for you, because you deserve to be taken care of.

bsf! quinn hughes who has to watch you date guy after guy, something sour and heated twisting in his chest because they can't treat you right like he does.

bsf! quinn hughes who finally confesses his love for you after you complain about a guy who left you at the restaurant to pick up a package during your date, because he's so fucking fed up with you being unhappy and the fact he can't kiss you like wants to.

bsf! quinn hughes who kisses you hard and rough as you whine into his mouth and clutch at his shirt while he grips your hips hard enough to leave a bruise.

bsf! quinn hughes who doesn't let you go, instead picking you up and (gently) tossing you on the bed. he crawls up to lick into your mouth one more time before going down on you.

bsf! quinn hughes who's totally a munch, but only for you. he keeps going even after you cum all over his face twice. you're grinding against his nose, as he murmurs "just one more". you're all teary and fucked out, but he pulls two more orgasms from you: one with his fingers and the other with you canting you hips on his thigh.

bsf! quinn hughes who groans and throws his head back when he finally pushes himself into your heat, after you tell him you're on the pill. you feel so much better than his hand during roadies where he moans your name to find release. you claw at his back, grabbing at his biceps as you call his name. he wants to swallow you whole.

bsf! quinn hughes who has dreamed of you on your back in his sheets, your manicured nails scraping his scalp as he ruts into you. the pleasure is almost unbearable, and he shudders all over. he has one forearm above your head to hold his weight, the other pressed on your belly where he can feel himself moving within you.

bsf! quinn hughes who marks up your neck as you whimper and mewl at the overstimulation, trying to wiggle away. he mouths at your pulse, relishing in the way it thumps loud and fast.

bsf! quinn hughes who grunts and almost comes when you lock your legs around his waist, whining for him to fuck you harder. he grabs your chin so you can watch as he lifts one of your knees over his shoulder, both of you rolling your eyes back at the new angle.

bsf! quinn hughes who is enraptured as you come on his cock, crying and pulling him close. he murmurs, "good job, baby. that's it. ride it out". you finally settle down as he rides out your high as long as possible.

bsf! quinn hughes who is still incredibly hard and pent up, but your hole is too sensitive. he's ready to take himself in his hand, except you flip yourself over onto your tummy, tucking your chin over you shoulder with your ass in the air, all tired bedroom eyes and mussed hair. he tells you you're perfect as he fulfills another of his wet dreams. he makes a mess of you, and presses his lips to your spine as he finally releases.

bsf! quinn hughes who holds you close in the shower, as you give slow, languid kisses to his chest.

bsf! quinn hughes who asks you shyly to be his as he cuddles you to sleep from behind. you tell him yes, flipping to shove your face into his neck, hiding your massive grin. he smiles: he finally got the girl.

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bf! quinn hughes who is way more publicly affectionate with you than anyone has seen him be, especially after you guys finally get together.

bf! quinn hughes who becomes so clingy that even his brothers cringe at the way he becomes an absolute baby when you enter the room.

bf! quinn hughes who loves being cooed and fussed over. he loves when you feed him after a long game, eating straight from your fingers as he leans back on the headboard of your shared bed as you sit on his lap, pushing bites of food past his lips.

bf! quinn hughes who is so proudly a loverboy. he always has to have a hand on your back, an arm around your waist or shoulder. petey jokes that his eyes are practically magnetic to you.

bf! quinn hughes who's not that tall - especially since he's surrounded by other bigger hockey players - but you make him feel like the biggest man in the world. you always tuck your tiny hand into the crook of his elbow, clinging to his bicep as the two of you walk in public. he loves how you need to tiptoe and tug him down to kiss him, despite the neck pain.

bf! quinn hughes who loves to toss you around like a ragdoll, safely, of course. he loves to manhandle you: throwing you over his shoulder playfully and slapping your ass as you shriek, swatting his broad back. he picks you up like you weigh nothing to plop you down on the counter to hear you yap as he makes breakfast. you climb him like a tree when there's a spider in your en suite bathroom.

bf! quinn hughes who loves seeing you wear his clothes, because you look so cute drowning in his hoodies. his favourite thing to come back home to is you wrapped up in one of his jersey's - a warm flush pleasant over his skin because you're wearing his last name so proudly - and a home cooked meal after a hard game.

bf! quinn hughes loves to make you laugh, and will talk hours with you even though he has a hard time opening up to anyone else. he also loves listening to you talk, because you're just so kind and good to everyone, and it shows through the loving way you speak.

bf! quinn hughes who loves when you compliment him. a "good job, quinny. you played real good today", or a "thank you for dinner, baby" or even "please don't shave your playoff beard! you look so handsome" gets him all hot and bothered.

bf! quinn hughes who for sure has a captain kink. it's a heat of the moment thing for you, when he's got his face tucked into your neck as he grinds down into you, and you mewl his name along with his title. he stops, and you slap a hand over your mouth in embarrassment. he tugs it off, teeth scraping at your jaw as he tells you to say it again.

bf! quinn hughes who is bossy - in bed and out - and you love it. you love when he tells you to dress nice for a date to your favourite restaurant, who orders your food for you because he already knows what you want, who tells you to buy something pretty with his credit card because he can spoil you that way.

bf! quinn hughes who just loves you so much!!

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