#canucks

The relationship started during the Canucks Christmas party where Quinn didn't seem all that eager to be present but for him when he was introduced to a friend of a friend who had got her in the party.

Quinn was admittedly hesitant until he suddenly wasn't. Y/n had softened the hard exterior and he went from nonchalant and calm to obsessive and utterly lovestruck.

Ellen had heard no end of Quinn's thoughts about the young woman in the first month of them dating, and she'd told him to just treat her how his instinct was pushing him to do so. If she didn't appreciate it then she'd be sure to let him know soon enough in whatever means suited her.

Jack and Luke also got pretty sick of hearing Quinn constantly talk about how y/n was the cutest or how she knocked the air out of his lungs with how effortlessly gorgeous she was. It was great he'd found a woman he liked so much but they were quickly getting bored of hearing about her when he seemed to be holding back.

So with encouragement from all directions, even his teammates who were growing bored of Quinn ignoring them whenever he had the chance in favour of messaging or calling y/n, sometimes even when she wasn't really in a position to message or take the call.

Thankfully y/n took Quinn's needy, clinginess in her stride and only felt flattered by how badly he seemed to need and want her with him always.

"I hate roadies." Quinn grumbles as he remains with y/n's leg resting over his shoulder with his cheek on her inner thigh while he looks up at her with the biggest, shiniest eyes he can muster. As if y/n is capable of keeping him there with a snap of her fingers, just because.

"You always say that." Y/n laughs lightly while pushing his hair back. "But I don't think you'll be giving up the hockey career quite yet just because you hate roadies-and Jack told me you never used to hate them this much."

"I'm not sorry for having a girlfriend that I want to spend time with." Quinn shrugs still looking up at her with those big adoring eyes.

Y/n isn't a fool or blind, she knows that Quinn loves her with his heart and soul. It may not be modest or humble to admit it but Quinn makes it impossible to deny so she doesn't bother.

"I miss you when I'm gone." Quinn mumbles then turning his head to kiss her thigh while y/n smiles.

"I miss you too. Which seems shocking with how much you call. It's like you're right here with me most of the time." Y/n hums though this is a 4 game roadie and so far the longest that y/n and Quinn will have been together throughout. So she understands why he's so unhappy.

Uncharted territory is always a little difficult to deal with especially when for Quinn these trips are normal but one so long without y/n there is just a hard pill to swallow.

"I love you." Quinn sighs earning a hum.

"I'm only a call away."

"I want you there with me."

"Just think about how great it will feel when you get back."

Quinn sighs knowing that's a good point to make but it's not one that brings him much joy to think about. He'll only be happy because he's back and that's days away and he has to leave first.

Initially y/n and Quinn had thought to keep the relationship entirely out of everyone's knowledge, but in all honesty. Quinn just couldn't, any home game he has, he wants her there in the front row where he can see even if tis just a glance from the bench or when he's on ice. Split seconds of distraction that thankfully haven't damaged his performances in games.

"Huggy." Y/n smiles pulling out the nickname that Quinn has grown use to from his teammates and fans once it was made public but only with y/n does he melt at it. "You're going to be late for your flight. I'll drive you if you agree to go without a fight."

Quinn chuckles a little knowing y/n hates driving, and by saying she'll drive, she means he can drive and she'll make sure his car gets back to his place.

"Fine."

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Quinn might've had to leave Vancouver but he wasn't going to leave y/n without constant reminders of him. As if her apartment-sitting for him wasn't enough. He'd maybe got plants to fill the space just so he had reason to ask for her to stay there while he's gone.

Y/n enjoyed it. She liked how he'd purposely sprayed his cologne on her pillow right before he left, really thinking she didn't notice.

But her surprise comes when she's making herself something to eat and there's a loud knock at the door.

"Coming! Just one second." Y/n calls rushing to the door, admittedly not really looking at her best in stolen clothes from Quinn of a t-shirt and sweatpants. It's cold today and even with the heat on, a chill is getting into the apartment.

She pulls the door open almost jumping at a large bouquet held there with the delivery man entirely hidden aside from his legs beneath the huge mass of flowers.

"Y/n?" The delivery man's voice questions.

"That's me."

"These are for you. Do you want me to bring them in?"

"Oh uh, I've got them. Thank you." Y/n smiles hugging around the large bouquet to take them before grunting as she takes the weight of the flowers, not quite expecting them to be so heavy. "Wait there, I'll just find a place to put them."

Y/n opts to place them near the living room window on the floor before she rushes to give him a tip with another thank you before he takes off.

Y/n doesn't have to guess who the flowers are from, though this is the first time on a roadie that he's made such a grand gesture. She spots the note among the flower heads and smiles to herself as she unfold it.

7 days is too long. Call me when you get these. I need to hear your voice.

Huggy xx

Y/n laughs a little then pouting as her emotions get the better of her while it sinks in just how amazing of a man Quinn is.

By the time she calls him, he's clearly aware of the fact the flowers were delivered since he picks up on the first ring, presumably having been waiting.

"Hey, Huggy. You are very sweet." Y/n smiles watching her face turn a little pink at her words. "Thank you, the flowers are beautiful and the note made me cry."

"It wasn't meant to make you cry." Quinn laughs before sighing. "I miss you, it's so boring to be without you."

"It's been less than a day."

"Are you wearing my clothes?" Quinn asks making her smile lightly.

"You know I am." Y/n mumbles before she sighs softly. "Anyway, you can't leave all these clothes here and no expect me to wear them. You somehow have the softest t-shirts and sweatpants. Even if they make me look like a complete slob."

"You don't look like a slob. You look amazing. As always."

Y/n and Quinn end up talking for hours until y/n eventually falls asleep and Quinn's sits watching her till he follows suit.

And so the roadie goes on, daily arrival of flowers with a sappy note and count down till he's home, calls between travel, practices and games. Quinn is focused on the task in hand of winning games, not that they are always on top of that, but even his teammates notice his mood getting sour the longer they were away from home.

But finally the last game came and went, Quinn took them to victory with 2 goal and an assist. In the end they won 5-3.

Y/n was waiting for Quinn on the tarmac like she'd been unmoved from that spot since she dropped him off.

Quinn ditches his bag on the tarmac in favour of jogging towards y/n and scooping her up in a hug and kiss which earns cheeks and mocking "ooooh"s from the teammates as they laugh.

"That was such a horrible week."

"I think you saw me more in the past week than you do at him games." An exaggeration if there ever was one. But Quinn just smiles kissing her again, too happy to be in her physical presence to care.

"Can we go home? I just want to be with you." Quinn mumbles knowing none of his teammates can hear him but they don't need to in order to be able know exactly what he wants.

"Of course we can...You can drive."

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Quinn is cuddling y/n tightly as they lie on the sofa watching the new Frankenstein movie (literally watching this as I write, inspo from real life anyone?), or y/n is. Quinn can't take his eyes off the young woman and she feels it but she lets him stare as long as he likes.

Her face feels hot under his gaze but she focused on the movie, though her gaze does flicker to the flowers filling the room since the first bouquet was the smallest of what she received.

"I think you are the most special person." Y/n states finally breaking the silence.

"I don't know how I lived before you were in my life." Quinn states feeling like he has to say it because the thought has been hanging heavily on his chest, just on the tip of his tongue as he waited for her to say something first.

"Huggy..." Y/n laughs lightly mussing his hair a little before she is caught in a kiss that Quinn puts all his need for her into.

"I hate that I have to leave you again for the game after the next." Quinn groans breaking the kiss.

"How about I make you a promise?" Y/n asks earning lightened eyes of curiosity. "If you promise to always come back to me, I promise to always be here waiting for you."

Quinn shifts squeezing his arms around her as if that is a promise he is more than willing to agree to.

Hockey is a dangerous sport and admittedly Quinn takes a lot of hits. But even if he didn't there's risk just playing a came, stray pucks, high sticks, blades of skate cutting limbs or even a players throat in the worst cases.

"I promise to always come back to you." Quinn mumbles against her skin.

"I promise to always be here waiting for you." Y/n smiles before she wraps her arms around him, squeezing him back just as hard. "You know, there's millions of women who would kill to be in a relationship with someone who treats me the way you treat me."

It only took the world finding out that the singer of the moment was his girlfriend for everyone to finally agree with what he had been saying for decades. Compared to her, he wasn’t (nor would he ever be) famous. Not even as he made his way with his brothers to the VIP seats she had given him, from where he could see the stage just a few feet away, while fans screamed her name as he quietly took his seat.

Anyone who knew him, like Luke and Jack, or even the Canucks fans would say it was the calmest they had ever seen him. Sitting there, with good music about to play, and a drink in his hand that was already half gone.

Quinn was right where he wanted to be.

And he owed that to one person, his girlfriend.

The singer who appeared on one of the platforms, making thousands of people scream like she was the biggest star of the universe. Maybe she was, if you asked him. But those screams didn’t just reinforce the idea that he wasn’t the famous one, she was. They also made him think of all the love his girlfriend had earned across the country while doing what she loved most in the world. The thought made him smile in a way he rarely did, taking another sip of his drink before his eyes landed on what she was wearing.

“Breathe, brother.”

Jack teased him when he heard him choke on his drink, patting his back to spare him some embarrassment even though he knew the video of him nearly dying over his girlfriend’s outfit would be all over the internet in less than an hour.

Something that, for the first time, didn’t bother him. He just kept his eyes on her and her outfit. At first glance, it looked simple, what she wore to open all her concerts. The short glittery skirt, the knee-high boots that made her look taller than she was, and a ton of sparkling accessories hanging from her hair.

Everything was fine…

Until his eyes landed on the blue and green jersey, standing out from the usual shades of pink. It wasn’t tailored to her size, nor did it hug her waist like most of her shirts. In fact, it was big on her, hanging a bit past her hips, making it painfully obvious.

She was wearing his jersey.

Number 43, with his last name on the back.

And that simple action almost killed him.

“Am I imagining this?” Poor Quinn was lost.

“Nope,” Jack chuckled under his breath. “But I wasn’t planning on finding out how often you imagine her like that.”

Quinn swatted at his brother, hearing Luke laughing from behind, probably recording his mortified reaction to later share with his girlfriend’s fans. Because yes, the youngest of the three was a hardcore fan of her music.

Which meant that the first time Quinn told him he was talking to her, not only did Luke not believe him, but he also laughed right at his face, telling him he was delusional for even thinking he had a chance with the Pop Princess.

Quinn still holds a grudge about that.

“I’m gonna have so much fun selling this online,”

Luke muttered, knowing it would get him a guaranteed spot as president of his sister-in-law’s fan club. One he had been following even before Quinn knew she was famous. And yeah… Quinn still resents that too.

But he didn’t say anything this time, just accepted Jack’s help to finish the sip of his drink, setting the glass down and watching his girlfriend open the show like she wasn’t wearing his jersey.

He was sure she did it on purpose.

That it wasn’t a simple coincidence. That in fact, she just used the excuse of being in Canada to wear something meaningful from the place. And there was nothing more meaningful than the jersey of the Canucks’ captain, someone everyone knew there.

Before, for being the team’s best defenseman.

Now, for being the pop princess' boyfriend.

<3

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It wasn’t a relationship. Quinn made that clear the first night he kissed you—leaning in like he was giving into a temptation he’d tried to resist for too long.

He said he doesn’t have time for something serious, with travelling all the time and only having time during summertime for anything. Besides, you’re only here visiting for the summer.

“This is just for fun,” he had murmured against your skin, his teeth leaving a trail of bites across your chest. His warm breath leaving goosebumps all over your skin.

And you agreed. After all, what’s the worst that could happen?

Quinn was intoxicating. Unpredictable. Maddening. You told yourself it was fine—no strings, it’s just a summer fling.

But every time he smirked at you like you were a secret only he knew, you could feel the heat rise to your cheeks.

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Things changed when you met Nico Hischier–he’s softer. His eyes more kind and caring.

You were on the balcony, soaking up the sun when you hear footsteps thumping toward you. Opening one eye, you slowly blink to see Nico hovering over you,

“Good morning,” he says quietly. “Me and the boys are going out for a swim–would you like to join us?” He flashes you a smile.

You nod, lifting your arm up, asking him to pull you up off the ground–he does with an ease that had you stumbling into his bare chest.

That’s when you felt it—that shift. A tenderness you hadn’t asked for, but didn’t want to push away either. You find yourself getting lost in his caramel eyes, your noses brush softly as your lips slowly inch closer.

But when Quinn walked through the room at that exact second, you both jump back, startled, shaking each other off as if nothing would have happened if Quinn hadn’t walked in. You clear your throat, your eyes flicker up to meet Quinn’s, his expression was unreadable–flat, almost.

You jump into the cool lake, running off the dock with nothing but your bathing suit on, joining Nico and Luke who had jumped in before you.

“What are you waiting for, Hughes? Jump in already!” Nico taunts the younger boy, Jack responds by jumping into the water right on top of him, catching him off guard.

Jack resurfaces and laughs, “Cmon Quinn! Your turn!”

You notice Nico hasn’t come up from the water yet and begin to panic, “Neeks?” You yell, trying to look around for any sign of him.

You feel something pull you under the water by your ankle, catching you off guard. You scream loudly.

“Gotcha!” Nico says, laughing. He wraps his arms around your body, pulling you close, your body pressing up against his warm skin, his rough stubble scratching your neck. You wanted to smack that cute smile off his face.

Quinn watched you both from the dock, laughing, pressed up against each other–it made him fucking sick. He clenches his jaw and lets out a breath, “I’m good from up here, Jack.”

That night, you end up knocking on Quinn’s bedroom door, hoping he was awake. As if he had known you were coming, he opened the door right away, his shoulder leaning against the frame of the door–he looked so good. The only thing he has on are his sweatpants hanging loosely around his waist, you can’t help but stare at his bare chest, his silver chain gleaming in the moonlight around his neck, his hair a mess of curls.

Before you can even process, he has you pulled inside his room and pressed against his door. He’s kissing you like a starved man eating his first meal, and you kiss him back just as hungrily, your fingers pulling him closer to you.

He needs this. He needs you.

You gasp as he leaves hot kisses down your neck, toward the valley of your breasts. Quinn pulls your pyjama shorts down, revealing your lack of panties, “so naughty,” he whispers in your ear, a shiver runs down your spine. He pulls his sweats down, his cock springing free. Quinn’s hands snake around your waist, pulling you up effortlessly, your legs instinctively wrap around him, your back hitting against the wall behind you.

You can feel him against your core, causing you to let out a soft moan, your palms bracing yourself on his chest as he begins pushing himself roughly into you.

Quinn growls into your ear, your eyes roll back in pleasure–this angle allowing him to hit that spongey part inside you that had you clawing at his back. He felt so good. You felt so good.

“Quinn–“ you gasp out, feeling his pelvis grind into your clit with every thrust. You’re biting your lip to keep from making too much noise, not wanting to alert any of the other boys sleeping.

“Cmon, princess, you’re so close,” he moans. His thrusts becoming messy as he feels your pussy clenching around him–suffocating his cock, milking him of all he’s got. Quinn holds you against the wall as you both come down from your highs, his fingers digging into the backs of your thighs as he keeps you pinned against him. His warm breath tickling your neck.

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Nico sat beside you during movie nights, telling you funny stories, bumping his shoulder into yours. He was sweet without trying, thoughtful, but every time he laughed, you felt a small twinge of guilt.

Quinn’s hand would still be warm on the back of your neck from hours earlier.

He would stare at you from across the room like he could still feel you against him.

He would vanish upstairs the moment Nico sat too close to you, like he couldn’t stomach watching it.

And because every time you told yourself you were going to stop, you ended up in Quinn’s arms again.

You started showing up less for Quinn, like you’re weaning yourself off a drug. He knew that too. He knew Nico was trying for you–so each time he had you under him again, he made sure you couldn’t completely forget about him.

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Jack and Luke requested that we watch a movie altogether with snacks. You had made yourself comfortable in the middle cushion of the couch thinking Luke was going to fight Jack for the empty seat next to you, but to your surprise, Quinn was the one that sat down on your left. Nico placed himself on your right and stretched his arm over the top of the couch just behind your head. Jack tosses you three on the couch a blanket to share, while him and Luke got comfortable at the foot of the couch in front of the tv.

“Should we watch something scary?” Jack dares, giggling at the idea.

“Dude you know I don’t like those kinds of movies,” Luke responds, the two of them narrowing their eyes at each other as if they’re going to have a stand-off over it.

“My vote goes for a scary movie too,” Nico chimes in.

“Me too.” Quinn agrees, resulting in a loud groan from Luke.

“You guys fucking suck. Fine. Put it on,” he grumbles, Jack mocks Luke by fake crying. He puts on Paranormal Activity and turns all the lights off–the only light coming from the tv.

You can feel the tension in the air–the tension between you and Quinn–completely unnoticed by the others in the room.

Under the blanket, you feel Nico’s hand on your right thigh, your shorts giving him access to the bare flesh. You shiver at the feeling of his soft, warm fingers against your skin.

Almost as if Quinn could hear your heartbeat through your chest, he places his hand on your left thigh, unknowingly mimicking Nico’s actions. Quinn’s fingers are more calloused and rough in comparison, the feeling making you throb.

You feel like your body is on fire, neither of them even aware of the other one’s actions under the covers.

You close your eyes for a moment to try and anchor yourself. You were certain everyone in the room could hear you breathing, but no one said a word as the movie continues.

You can feel Quinn’s fingers pinch at the flesh of your thighs, as Nico’s are still tracing light little circles. Quinn digs his nails lightly into your skin, making you let out a little squeal–you try to cover it up with a cough.

You reach your left hand under and place it over Quinn’s in an attempt to pry his fingers off of you as subtly as possible, but Quinn had other plans. You feel his pinky finger start to trail higher and higher, brushing lightly against where your clothed core rests.

You can feel his finger tap against your clit, making you squirm a bit. You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. Quinn was ruthless in the way he was touching you. Just inches away from Nico’s hand, he was rubbing your clit softly through your clothes.

Your breathing begins to pick up, you glance over at Quinn who looks amused knowing you’re about to cum just from his fingers while his brothers and Nico are in the room.

Just as you’re about to cum, you jolt off the couch to escape, their touches becoming too much for you to handle. The blanket flies off with you, hitting Jack and Luke in the process.

“Sorry! I– um,” you start, your brain is in an absolute fuzz. “The movie is too scary for me. I’m going to bed” You abruptly say, scurrying off to your room in a panic, you were certain everyone could see your flushed cheeks even in the dark.

That night, you couldn’t sleep. You were tossing and turning until you decide to sit out on the balcony for a bit.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Quinn says softly, poking his head through the open door.

He didn’t touch you at first.

He just stepped close—too close—and you felt his breath on your cheek.

“So, what’s the deal with Hischier?” he asked softly, almost accusing.

“Nico’s my friend.”

“You’re lying.”

His voice dipped, dark and low. “You don’t look at him the way you look at me.”

You tried to deny it. Tried to match his stare without giving anything away.

But Quinn reached out, slid his fingers under your jaw, tilting your face just enough to make your pulse trip.

“This thing between us…” he whispered. “You really think he wouldn’t notice eventually?”

Your breath caught.

Because you did think about it.

All the time.

And yet when Quinn leaned in—slow, barely touching, like he wanted your permission—you didn’t pull away.

You never did.

He kissed you like he was claiming something he knew he shouldn’t have.

Like he hated himself for wanting you.

Like he couldn’t stop.

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PART TWO HERE

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