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i thought you were different:
quinn hughes fanfiction
trigger warnings: angst, mentions of blades on cement, custom toilet seat covers, more angst, “you’re different than other girls” vibe, and even more angst
quinn hughes was your favourite hockey player. you loved him more than life itself, and you had no issue spending your life savings away if it meant seeing him through the filthy glass at the arena.
you have always made signs, banged on the glass, shouted his name until your throat burned, but nothing could get his attention. but this game, you decided to try a different approach.
you styled your locks in a messy bun, put in your glasses, and chose your comfiest yet sexiest outfit you had. you grabbed the novel you hadn’t touched in years and brought it with you to the game.
you were sitting in the front row behind the players bench, with your book in hand, when your eyes caught quinn in your peripheral vision.
“oh god.” you said to yourself. you tried your hardest not to look at him, but the temptation was too great. you looked up and noticed that quinn was staring at you. his beautiful dead eyes scanning your body and the book in hand.
he threw you a wink, accidentally closing both eyes, and your heart nearly exploded.
but the plan was working. you couldn’t return the wink like you wanted to. instead, you rolled your eyes and returned to the novel, unable to focus on the words when quinn hughes had just winked at you.
you didn’t watch the game. you flipped through pages, and annoyingly turned your head up to look at quinn through the glass. every time you did, his eyes were locked on you. his sweaty hair glued to the sides of his face and a dead look swept across his features. however, his eyes seemed to shine every time they locked with yours.
you were falling more and more in love with him.
as the game finished, you felt proud of yourself for ignoring him. it had been hard not looking at him and cheering his name, but it all worked out. quinn hughes had noticed you.
you were walking out of the arena when you heard yelling. you turned and found quinn running towards you, still dressed in his equipment and his blades scratching against the cement floor. he was shoving people out of the way to reach you.
“wait!” he called, as you turned back to walk of the arena. your heart thudded against your chest, but you continued walking. you needed to play the game for a little longer before you gave in.
eventually, quinn caught up to you and snagged your wrist. you turned and faced those beautiful blue orbs of his and you completely melted.
“what’s your name?” he asked, his fingers curling gently around your wrist.
“(y/n).” you replied, trying to sound as bored as possible.
“go on a date with me.” quinn smiled, and the grin finally reached his dead eyes, brightening the whole arena.
you paused, pretending to consider the offer, “alright.”
you didn’t let quinn get in another word before you ran out of the arena, flailing your arms to flee. if you had stayed any longer, you were sure that you would’ve kissed him and completely blew your cover.
a few days later, you went on the date. it was magical. he had taken you to mcdonald’s, and split the cheeseburger happy meal. he had ate most of it, but you didn’t mind. you were lost in his eyes the whole time.
quinn had kissed you at the end of the date, and asked you to be his one true love. you agreed, maybe a little too happily, but quinn didn’t seem to notice.
it was around the third month of dating quinn that you got sick of the act. you were tired of acting bored around him, reading books at all his hockey games, and pretending that you didn’t really like him.
so you decided to tell him the truth.
you knew that he would understand. that there wouldn’t be anything that could tear the two of you apart.
you were sitting down in your apartment, with all your quinn hughes merchandise tucked away in the closet, when quinn arrived.
he must’ve just came from practice. he had the sweet smell of sweat clinging to his skin, and his hair messed from his helmet. you deeply inhaled his scent as he sat down on the couch beside you.
“quinny boy, there is something i have to tell you.” you started, gripping at the sleeves of your sweatshirt.
“what is it, sugar plum?” he replied.
“i’ve been lying to you.” you started, “about everything. i love hockey. i love you. and i tried pretending to not be interested in the off chance that you would notice me.” you felt tears begin to form, but you wouldn’t let them fall.
quinny boy needed to see you strong.
“i don’t understand.” he said.
you got up from the couch and went to the closet that held all your merchandise. you opened the doors and all of it came tumbling down from the shelves. quinn gaped as he noticed his face pressed on pillows, blankets, cups, tshirts, stuffed teddy bears, and even your custom made quinn hughes toilet seat cover.
then his eyes landed on the cardboard cut out you had made of him. the one you used to sleep next to every night before quinn had noticed you.
tears fall as quinn stared at everything. you were sure that he would understand. that he must’ve noticed you all those times before, when you had been screaming his name until your voice went hoarse. when you had signs made reading “marry me, quinny” and “i’ll love you until my last breath, quinny boy” and “put a baby in me”
“i cannot believe this.” he finally said.
“please, quinny boy. i love you, this doesn’t change anything.” you begged.
“it changes everything!” he yelled, standing up and rushing towards the merchandise.
“i only fell for you because you were different! you were mean and annoyed with me! i loved you because you hated me!” he screamed, as he began to rip apart the merchandise. feathers from the pillows exploded, cups broken on the floor, tshirts torn into shreds. the custom toilet seat cover smashed beneath his feet. you tried to stop a sob from breaking, but it came out as the smash of the toilet seat sounded.
“loved?” you asked, “as in past tense?”
quinn paused. his eyes locked on yours, even more dead than they have ever been. the bright blue orbs you remembered from the arena were gone. he grabbed the cardboard cut out and held it in his hands.
“yes.” he said as he ripped the cardboard cut out in two. quinn stormed out of your apartment without ever looking back.
you sank to the floor in the mess of your quinn hughes merchandise. your tears stained the ripped shirts and teddy bears.
as the cries began to slow, you grabbed your glue gun from the closet and began gluing the cardboard cut out back together. because if you couldn’t have the real quinn hughes, cardboard quinny boy would have to do.
#fanfic#hockey#hockey fanfiction#jack hughes#jamie drysdale#luke hughes#quinn hughes#trevor zegras#vancover canucks#angst
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soulmates: jamie x trevor
trigger warnings: angst, mentions of trevor zegras, use of the word ‘dude’, mentions of the trade that separated the worlds best couple
Jamie had just been traded to the Philadelphia Flyers, and Trevor was devastated. What was he going to do without his number 1 man? His bestie? The absolute love of his life? Sure, they have had their differences and have been on and off before, but Jamie would always be his soulmate.
Trevor was sitting in the living room of their shared apartment when Jamie walked through the door. Emotion clogged in his throat as he watched Jamie drop his backpack to the floor. He wouldn’t cry. He wouldn’t do anything because Trevor had to remember that they weren’t together anymore. This shouldn’t be hurting him as much as it was.
“Hey.” Jamie said, going to the fridge to grab a drink.
“Hey dude.” Trevor replied, trying to ignore the voice crack in his voice. He was about five seconds away from crying, but Jamie looked like he didn’t even care that he was leaving. That none of this was a big deal. That this would be their last night together and he looked as if he couldnt be happier.
“Did you hear?” Jamie asked, taking a seat on the couch him. Trevor tucked his legs criss cross applesauce, and twiddled his his thumbs in his lap.
“Yeah, when do you leave?” Trevor asked, hoping he wouldn’t be leaving early. He needed this time with his bestie.
“Tomorrow morning.” Jamie said, looking Trevor in the eyes. It was then that he finally saw some emotion. He saw the longing in Jamie’s eyes, the way they stared deep into Trevor’s blue orbs with such intent. Like there was a million things he wanted to say, but there would never be enough time.
“I just wanted to say that I love you dude.” Trevor said, wanting to reach out and hold him. But they couldnt do that anymore. Not when they’d be playing on different teams.
“Love you too.” Jamie returned a smile.
Trevor decided to reminisce about the years they have spent living in this apartment together. The laughs, the fights, the late night talks about whether Trevor’s obsession with fan fiction was too much, or if Jamie’s love of tea made him an old woman. How they always got injured together so they wouldn’t have to spend a moment apart. How they would share their bathroom time to save energy and water.
They were best friends, soulmates, and they were being separated. But Jamie being traded would never take away the love they had for each other.
The two of them spent the night talking, enjoying these last precious moments together.
When it was time for Jamie to leave, they shared a long hug, breathing in the hockey sweat of each other, hoping to memorize the other’s scent.
“I don’t know how I am supposed to play without you.” Trevor said, handing Jamie his suitcase.
Jamie shrugged, “Get injured, man.”
Trevor laughed, “I might just do that, dude.”
As Jamie exited their once shared apartment, Trevor felt the ache in his chest settle. It would never truly go away, but he was glad they spent the night together. Reminding each other that no one would ever replace the other. They were soulmates.
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jack hughes fan fiction
you were at a party with a bunch of your friends. you usually avoid the hockey boys that show up because they were notorious fuckboys, but one of them had kept eyeing you up all night. it was jack hughes. the pretty rich boy all your friends told you to stay away from. but you couldn’t deny that he was sexy as sin. with pretty brown curls and his hockey jersey tucked into the side of his pants.
you weren’t anything special. just a girl with dark long locks and a tiny black dress you pulled out from the back of your closet. you didn’t understand why jack would be interested in you, but his stare told you everything you needed to know. after some intense eye contact, jacks made his way towards you, swaying his hips to the beat of the music. you giggled at him and a tucked a piece of loose hair behind your ear.
“hey there, sweet pea.” he leaned against the fireplace you were standing beside. he was clearly intoxicated by the way he slurred his words, but you didn’t mind. the jack hughes was talking to you.
“wanna head upstairs?” he asked, leaning in closer. you nodded and gripped his hand as he led you up the stairs of the house. he stumbled along the way, knocking over everything in sight.
he pulled you into a dark room and placed a sloppy kiss on your lips. you tasted cheap beer and expensive whiskey on his lips, but you didn’t mind. it was jack hughes, and he could do no wrong in your eyes.
he pulled you closer him and kept mumbling the words, “holy mother of tits.” and “goddamn, my little sweet pea.” he had a way with words, you thought to yourself.
he pulled you closer into him and as he kissed your neck, you thought you heard a moan escape from his lips. then another and another.
“oh fuck.” he said, before lurching away from you.
“what?” you asked, concerned based on the look of panic in his eyes. before he had a chance to respond, jack proceeded to vomit all over your dress. repeatedly until you were covered. the smell caused you to vomit. and next thing you knew, both you and jack were covered head to toe in vomit.
“oh no, my sweet pea.” he said, clearing his eyes away. he didn’t seem to mind, but maybe he was just too drunk to care about the vomit.
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kent johnson fan fiction
You worked at a car dealership. It wasnt your ideal job, but it past the time. You were outside trying to memorize all the cars in the lot when you were a husky voice behind you. ‘Excuse me, sir.’ You turned and saw the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen.
‘Oh sorry, ma’am.’ He had thought you were a boy, but the man was so beautiful that you allowed it to slide.
‘What can I do for you, sexy?” you said. You couldnt help yourself from commenting on his looks. It was very forward, but he seemed to enjoy it. He looked you up and down admiring your body. Even though you had on your glasses and hair tossed into a messy bun, you were different than other girls. You made messy look good, and this boy was definitely into it.
‘I’m Kent Johnson, and I need to buy a new vehicle.”you noticed the way he annunciated the ‘h’ in vehicle, and found it adorable. But then you realized you recognized the name. He was a hockey player and was probably adding another car to his collection.
‘Okay.’ You said, guiding him towards the trucks.
‘No, I want a smart car.’ He said. You guided him toward the smart cars in the back, trying not to pay attention to the way your hands brushed each other.
‘What happened to your other cars?’ You asked, trying to make conversation and avoid the aching in your core.
‘Crashed them all.’ He shrugged. You took him to the newest smart car. It was lime green with pink flames on the side. Not ideal for a hockey player, but Kent seemed to love it. He sat inside the vehicle and pretended to drive the vehicle on a racetrack. He made the vroom vroom noises and you felt your heart melt. He was adorable.
‘You should have been a car salesman instead of a hockey player.’ You stated, admiring the way his hands gripped the neon orange steering wheel.
‘Why’ he asked.
‘Your name just sounds like someone who should be a car salesman.’ You blush, realizing you revealed that you knew who he was. He seemed to ponder the thought for a second.
‘Okay.’ He finally said, hopping out of the vehicle and hitting his head on the top of the car.
‘Okay what?” You asked.
‘I’ll be a car salesman.’ You scoffed at his statement. He couldnt just give up his career in hockey because you said so.
‘You can’t be serious.’ You said, approaching him.
He brushed a tender hand across for your face, ‘I’d do anything for you, my sweet potato.’ You giggled at the nickname. It was so cute.
Kent Johnson ended up buying every single smart car in the lot over the next couple of weeks because he crashed every one, hoping he’d return to his sweet potato every time while he finished up his car salesman training. He was a natural.
#fanfic#hockey#hockey fanfiction#jack hughes#jamie drysdale#luke hughes#quinn hughes#trevor zegras#kent johnson#columbus blue jackets
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kaiden guhle fanfiction
Kaiden Guhle was your NHL crush. You went to nearly every game, but could only afford the nosebleeds. You hated it up there. You couldnt see that gorgeous man’s face up close and personal. But you decided this game you’d get his attention. You made the sign, ‘put a baby in me’ in all sparkly letters, hoping he’d see it from the ice all the way in the nosebleeds.
As you watched the game, you held up the sign begging for Kaiden’s attention. It wasnt until the third period that you had enough. You screamed so loud that it shattered the plexiglass. That caught Kaiden’s attention. He gazed up in your direction and your eyes locked. He saw your sign and gave you a sheepish smirk. You could see his blush all the way from the nosebleeds. He gave you the slightest nod and gestured for you to call him. You nearly came in your pants at the gesture.
But then you thought how would you ever get in contact with him? You didn’t even have his number. In a panic, you ran down the stairs and onto the ice, praying to get Kaiden’s attention. He saw you run on the ice and escape past all the security guards, waving your arms like a maniac. You needed him now, even if it meant getting tackled by three huge security guards.
Kaiden watched you approach while all the other players skated around him, oblivious to the current game happening. He smiled in your direction and you felt as if your heart fell out of your chest. But actually, it was just you falling on your face. He rushed towards you, picking you up and throwing you over your shoulder. This close of contact nearly made your heart combust. If Kaiden didn’t put a baby in you now, you knew you wouldn’t last another day on this earth.
Kaiden pushed past all the angry security guards and tossed you into the locker room. You landed on your ass with a loud oomph. He stared down at you and you could see as he undressed you with your eyes. You nearly begged him, but it didn’t take much to convince him. it didn’t take long for him to undress, he had these new prototype equipment that had snap on buttons. He was naked in an instant. You stared up from the gross locker room floor, taking in all his beautiful glory. Kaiden didn’t wait a second longer before ripping your clothes off, leaving them in shreds, but making sure to keep the sparkly poster in tact.
‘To show the future baby’ he said into your ear. He shoved into your hard and fast, pushing you into the smelly hockey equipment behind you. The smell was intoxicating, bringing you closer over the edge. Kaiden looked over your shoulder at the sparkly poster before coming inside you.
‘Done.’ He said, standing up and pulling you up to your feet. You dressed quickly, helping Kaiden bottom up his equipment. He still had a game to finish.
Even though it would be a while before you would find out if you were pregnant, you could just tell. You were pregnant with Kaiden guhle’s baby. Before he had a chance to leave, you took his hand and placed it on your stomach and in the sweetest tone imaginable, you said ‘baby guhle due.’ He smiled at you lovingly, placing a soft kiss on your lips before going back to finish his game.
#fanfic#hockey fanfiction#hockey#jack hughes#jamie drysdale#quinn hughes#trevor zegras#luke hughes#kaiden guhle#cole caufield
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luke hughes fan fiction
You hated Luke Hughes. He was your mortal enemy, or so you thought. Every time you crossed paths with him, he’d trip you and then spit in your face. But if you had to be completely honest, it kinda turned you on. You liked a big loogey hitting your giant brown orbs. You would never admit it to him just how much you liked him calling you ‘his ugly little duckling’. Or how much it made you tingle whenever he’d snap his teeth at you like he would take a big chomp out of your arm.
‘Hey, ugly duckling.’ Luke smirked at you in passing at the rink. He was just going into practice and he looked amazing in his Lululemon leggings and tank top.
‘Hey.’ You said sheepishly. You couldnt even be in his presence without blushing.
‘Oh remember how you used to hate him’ you said in your head.
‘Used to, huh?’ Luke replied. oh no, you hadn’t said it in your head at all.
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ You started to walk away, but he grabbed your wrist and tried to put a chomp in your arm. You felt a tingle rush down your body.
‘I used to hate you too’ he said, towering overtop of you, ‘but I don’t anymore, ugly little duckling. You are mine.’ He bent down and placed a kiss on your lips. You felt as his tongue enter your mouth and your tongues battled for dominance.
He won after a hard earned battle. You made out for a while before he pulled away, ‘you can never hate me again, ugly little duckling.’
You gazed up lovingly at him, ‘do it once, for me?”
‘Do what?’ He asked, pretending to be completely oblivious to your request.
‘You know.’ You flashed him a sexy wink. With that, he tucked the largest loogey known to man right into your eyes. You came right then and there. You never loved him more.
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trevor zegras fan fiction
You are sitting in a coffee shop, pretending to look at your phone as you gaze at the most beautiful man standing in front of you. You could only see his backside, but damn he had a nice ass, you thought. Even though it wasn’t really there, you appreciated a flat ass on a man.
You listened intently as he ordered a x-large hot chocolate and an orange juice, ‘I like to drink them together and swish it around in my mouth. I love the way the hot chocolate curdles’ he told the barista. You blushed at the thought, because you do the same.
You glanced back at your phone as the man turned to face you, but he caught your stare just in time. Your eyes locked and you swore that stars flew. You watched as he sashayed toward you, orange juice and hot chocolate in hand.
‘I couldnt help but notice you staring’, sexy mama’ he smirked and attempted to wink, but accidentally closed both eyes. You thought it was cute.
‘I ordered the same thing’ you said sheepishly, tucking a strand of messy hair behind your ear and pointed at your orange juice and hot chocolate.
‘Do you…?” He started to ask, but seemed to get too shy to continue the sentence.
‘I do.’ Taking a big gulp of the scalding hot hot chocolate and guzzling back some orange juice. He watched intently as you made the gargling sound to swirl the two mixtures together.
‘Woah, I think I love you.’ He said, sitting down beside you. There was only love and adoration in his eyes. You knew that he meant it. You spent the afternoon together splitting your orange juice and hot chocolate mix, gurgling it and then spitting it into each others mouths.
#trevor zegras#hockey fanfiction#jamie drysdale#anaheim ducks#fanfic#jack hughes#luke hughes#quinn hughes#hockey
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