Yours to keep: A Jersey of the Heart- Quinn hughes
Quinn hughes x reader
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Warnings; Mild Jealousy:
Otherwise, the story is sweet, light-hearted, and focused on romance.
The air in the Rogers Arena buzzed with anticipation as the New Jersey Devils faced off against the Vancouver Canucks. The crowd was a sea of blue and green, but Y/N stood out in her black and red Devils jersey. The name "Hughes" was stitched proudly across the backâbut it wasnât Quinnâs. Instead, it was his brother, Jackâs, and Quinn couldnât take his eyes off it.
Sitting in the box with a few other friends, Y/N had no idea that Jack's request had caused such a storm inside Quinn. Jack had asked her, as a jokeâor maybe notâto wear his jersey to the game. Quinn knew Jack had always been a little cheeky, especially when it came to teasing his older brother, but this? This was too far.
Quinn had always known he had feelings for Y/N. She was his best friend, but she was more than that. Theyâd grown up together, shared so many memories, and no one made him feel as alive as she did. But neither of them had ever crossed that line, both too scared of what might happen to their friendship.
Jack, of course, had figured it out months ago. The younger Hughes brother was always one step ahead when it came to reading people, and lately, Jack had been pushing Quinn to confess his feelings. But Quinn wasnât readyâor at least, he thought he wasnât. Until tonight.
Seeing Y/N in Jackâs jersey ignited something inside him. He was suddenly filled with jealousy that he couldnât shake. His brother knew how much Y/N meant to him, and yet Jack had asked her to wear his number. It was driving Quinn crazy.
The buzzer sounded, signaling the break between the first and second periods. Quinn skated off the ice, his mind not on the game but on Y/N, on how much he wanted her to be wearing his name, not Jackâs. He couldnât wait any longer.
As soon as he got into the locker room, Quinn grabbed his phone and texted Y/N.
Quinn: "Come down to the locker room. Now."
Y/N felt her phone buzz and saw the message. A little confused, she glanced around at the other fans, then at Jack on the ice. Maybe Quinn needed something? Without thinking much of it, she made her way down to where the Canucksâ locker room was located.
As soon as Y/N entered the hallway, Quinn was waiting, still in half of his gear, breathing a little faster than usualânot from exertion, but from nerves.
âHey, everything okay?â Y/N asked, tilting her head in concern.
Quinn didnât say anything at first. He just stared at the jersey she was wearing, Jackâs jersey, and the jealousy flared up again. Without a word, he reached out and tugged her into the locker room, the door shutting behind them.
âQuinn, what are youââ Y/N started, but Quinn had already moved to his stall and grabbed an extra Canucks jersey with his number on it.
âHere,â he said, handing it to her. âPut this on.â
Y/N blinked in surprise, looking between the jersey in his hand and his serious expression. âWhat? Why?â
âBecause I canât stand seeing you in Jackâs jersey,â Quinn muttered, his eyes softening as he finally confessed what had been eating away at him all night. âYou should be wearing mine.â
Y/N's breath caught in her throat. She looked down at the jersey she was wearing, and suddenly, it all made sense. Quinn wasnât just upset that she was wearing Jackâs jersey; this was about something more. Something that had been brewing between them for years.
âQuinnâŚâ she began, her voice barely above a whisper. âAre you jealous?â
He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding her gaze. âYeah. I am. Iâve been jealous for a while now, but seeing you in Jackâs jersey tonightâŚâ He paused, then sighed, meeting her eyes again, vulnerability shining in his. âI like you, Y/N. A lot. And itâs been driving me crazy because I didnât know if you felt the same. But I canât just sit back anymore and watch.â
Y/N's heart raced, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as relief and warmth washed over her. âQuinn, I like you too. I always have. I was just scared to ruin what we have.â
Quinn took a step closer, his voice low and sincere. âYou wonât ruin anything. I promise.â
He reached out, gently taking Jackâs jersey off her shoulders and tossing it somewhere in the corner of the locker room. Then, with a small, hopeful smile, he held out his own Canucks jersey.
âWear mine,â he said softly.
Y/Nâs heart fluttered as she took the jersey from him, slipping it on. It was a little big on her, but it felt rightâlike she was exactly where she was supposed to be.
âThere,â Quinn said, his smile growing. âNow you look perfect.â
Y/N couldnât help but grin. âI always thought I looked perfect,â she teased, and Quinn chuckled, shaking his head.
âYeah, you did,â he admitted, taking a step closer, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek. âBut now you look even better.â
Before she could say anything else, Quinn leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a soft, tender kiss. It was everything Y/N had ever imagined and more. The kiss was sweet, a culmination of all the years of friendship and unspoken feelings.
When they finally pulled back, Quinn rested his forehead against hers, both of them smiling.
âI guess Jackâs going to kill me for stealing you away,â Quinn joked, though he didnât sound too concerned.
Y/N laughed, her arms wrapping around his neck. âJack will survive. Besides, I think he knew this was going to happen before we did.â
Quinn smiled, pulling her into another kiss, this one deeper, filled with all the emotions they had held back for so long. In that moment, it was just the two of them, the noise of the arena fading into the background.
From then on, Y/N was proudly wearing Quinn's name, not just on her back, but in her heart. And that was exactly how it was always meant to be
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