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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 back—but it wasn’t Quinn’s. Instead, it was his brother, Jack’s, and Quinn couldn’t 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 joke—or maybe not—to 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. They’d 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 wasn’t ready—or at least, he thought he wasn’t. Until tonight.

Seeing Y/N in Jack’s jersey ignited something inside him. He was suddenly filled with jealousy that he couldn’t 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 Jack’s. He couldn’t 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 Canucks’ 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 usual—not from exertion, but from nerves.

“Hey, everything okay?” Y/N asked, tilting her head in concern.

Quinn didn’t say anything at first. He just stared at the jersey she was wearing, Jack’s 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.

“Quinn, what are you—” Y/N started, but Quinn had already moved to his stall and grabbed an extra Canucks jersey with his number on it.

“Here,” he said, handing it to her. “Put this on.”

Y/N blinked in surprise, looking between the jersey in his hand and his serious expression. “What? Why?”

“Because I can’t stand seeing you in Jack’s jersey,” Quinn muttered, his eyes softening as he finally confessed what had been eating away at him all night. “You should be wearing mine.”

Y/N's breath caught in her throat. She looked down at the jersey she was wearing, and suddenly, it all made sense. Quinn wasn’t just upset that she was wearing Jack’s jersey; this was about something more. Something that had been brewing between them for years.

“Quinn…” she began, her voice barely above a whisper. “Are you jealous?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding her gaze. “Yeah. I am. I’ve been jealous for a while now, but seeing you in Jack’s jersey tonight…” He paused, then sighed, meeting her eyes again, vulnerability shining in his. “I like you, Y/N. A lot. And it’s been driving me crazy because I didn’t know if you felt the same. But I can’t just sit back anymore and watch.”

Y/N's heart raced, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as relief and warmth washed over her. “Quinn, I like you too. I always have. I was just scared to ruin what we have.”

Quinn took a step closer, his voice low and sincere. “You won’t ruin anything. I promise.”

He reached out, gently taking Jack’s 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.

“Wear mine,” he said softly.

Y/N’s heart fluttered as she took the jersey from him, slipping it on. It was a little big on her, but it felt right—like she was exactly where she was supposed to be.

“There,” Quinn said, his smile growing. “Now you look perfect.”

Y/N couldn’t help but grin. “I always thought I looked perfect,” she teased, and Quinn chuckled, shaking his head.

“Yeah, you did,” he admitted, taking a step closer, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek. “But now you look even better.”

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.

“I guess Jack’s going to kill me for stealing you away,” Quinn joked, though he didn’t sound too concerned.

Y/N laughed, her arms wrapping around his neck. “Jack will survive. Besides, I think he knew this was going to happen before we did.”

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

Quinn hughes x reader

The air was filled with excitement and a hint of mischief as Y/N and Quinn Hughes approached the entrance to the haunted house. It was Quinn’s idea to go, though he hadn’t let Y/N in on the full extent of the haunted house’s reputation for scaring the life out of even the bravest visitors. He had an arm wrapped around her shoulders, grinning as she looked up at the flickering lights and eerie decorations.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he glanced down at her.

Y/N took a deep breath, clutching his hand a little tighter. “Totally ready,” she replied with as much confidence as she could muster. But as they took their first steps inside, the dimly lit hallway lined with flickering candles and creepy portraits sent a chill down her spine. She leaned in a little closer to Quinn, which only made his grin widen.

“Oh, I see,” he whispered, nudging her playfully. “Is someone a little scared?”

She rolled her eyes, but he could see the faint smile on her lips. “I’m not scared! I’m just… being cautious.”

“Right, cautious,” he teased, pulling her a little closer as they moved through the winding hallway. “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll protect you from any scary monsters.”

Before she could come up with a witty reply, a figure jumped out from behind a wall with a loud scream, making Y/N jump back in fright. She clutched Quinn’s arm with both hands, her eyes wide as she hid behind him.

Quinn chuckled, wrapping his arm protectively around her. “Aw, come on, Y/N,” he said, clearly holding back a laugh. “It’s just a guy in makeup.” But he pulled her closer, clearly enjoying being her protector in the haunted maze.

Y/N let out a huff, feeling her cheeks heat up as she adjusted her grip on his arm. “Okay, maybe that one got me a little,” she admitted.

“A little?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow. “You nearly tore my arm off.” He gave her a reassuring squeeze, though, before placing a gentle kiss on her temple. “Good thing I’m here, huh?”

They continued deeper into the haunted house, and with each step, the rooms grew darker, and the sounds of eerie whispers and creaking doors intensified. Quinn kept glancing over at Y/N, loving how she clung to him at every little sound, every shadow. It wasn’t often he got to see her like this — slightly on edge, looking to him for reassurance. It made him feel a little heroic, and he wasn’t going to let this rare chance pass him by.

As they turned a corner, a figure dressed as a ghost drifted toward them, moaning softly. Y/N pressed herself close to Quinn’s side, burying her face in his shoulder. He chuckled again, wrapping both arms around her now.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, clearly having the time of his life as he rubbed her arm soothingly.

“Maybe a tiny bit less okay than I thought,” she admitted, her voice muffled against his chest.

“Don’t worry, I got you,” he said, resting his chin on top of her head. “Stick with me, and you’ll make it out alive.” He winked, squeezing her close as they continued moving through the house.

They eventually came to a room filled with fog, the air thick with mist as they stepped carefully inside. The fog was so dense that they could barely see in front of them, and Y/N tensed up, feeling Quinn’s hand slip down to hold hers. She could feel him trying to hold back his laughter every time she jumped, especially when a loud thump echoed around them.

“Oh my gosh!” she yelped, gripping his hand so tightly that he winced, though he didn't pull away. “Quinn, what was that?”

Quinn chuckled and shrugged. “I don’t know, babe,” he replied, smirking. “Probably a ghost or something. I thought you weren’t scared, though?”

She glared up at him playfully. “Okay, fine. Maybe I am a little scared. Happy?”

“Very,” he said, laughing as he brought her hand up to his lips for a quick kiss. “Nothing wrong with being scared. Makes it easier for me to be the hero.” He puffed up his chest a little, giving her a playful look as if he were some sort of knight in shining armor.

Y/N giggled despite herself, rolling her eyes at his attempt to look impressive. But in that moment, she did feel a little safer with him by her side. They finally made it through the fog, only to be met with the last section of the haunted house — a long, dark hallway lined with closed doors on each side.

“Alright, this is the final stretch,” he said, squeezing her hand as they stepped into the hallway. “Just a few more scares and we’re out.”

She clung to him even tighter as they began walking, her eyes darting to each door they passed. She had a feeling that something would jump out from one of them, and she was already bracing herself. They were almost halfway down the hallway when a door creaked open and a zombie-like figure lunged out, letting out a loud growl. Y/N screamed, practically jumping into Quinn’s arms as he laughed, wrapping his arms around her and patting her back.

“Hey, you made it!” he said, pulling her close and looking down at her with an amused smile. “Wasn’t that fun?”

“Maybe,” she admitted, her heart still racing as she leaned into his embrace, feeling safe and warm with his arms around her.

Quinn’s teasing smile softened as he looked down at her, his hands resting gently on her shoulders. “For real, though, thanks for coming with me. It was a blast,” he said, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her forehead.

They walked hand in hand back out into the fresh, cool air, where Y/N could finally relax. She took a deep breath, glancing up at him as they walked back to the car.

“Alright, Mr. Brave,” she teased, nudging him. “Next time, I get to pick the adventure.”

“Deal,” he said, grinning as he leaned down to give her one last playful kiss.

Luke hughes x reader

Warnings: none

I love this one

Masterlist

The excitement in the Prudential Center was undeniable. The New Jersey Devils were taking on a fierce rival tonight, and the arena was buzzing with energy. The crowd was a sea of red and black jerseys, fans eager to see their favorite players hit the ice. Among them stood Y/N and her friend Lilly, although they couldn’t have been more different in their enthusiasm.

Lilly was the epitome of a passionate hockey fan. She’d been counting down the days to this game, proudly sporting her Jack Hughes jersey, bouncing on her feet as warm-ups started. Y/N, on the other hand, wasn’t much of a hockey fan. She had tagged along to support Lilly but hadn’t expected to find herself so wrapped up in the moment. Clad in baggy jeans and a plain white hoodie, she blended into the crowd of hardcore fans without really meaning to.

Lilly pressed a poster against the glass, holding it up with excitement. The sign was simple: **“We drove 19 hours to get here. Can we have a puck?”** Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle. It wasn’t the most creative sign she’d ever seen, but Lilly was determined, and her joy was infectious.

As the Devils’ players skated around the ice, Y/N’s attention drifted, but Lilly was glued to the glass, shouting and pointing, completely engrossed. Y/N had to admire her friend’s dedication, even if she didn’t quite share it.

“Look at them, Y/N!” Lilly exclaimed, barely able to contain herself. “They’re right there! Oh my god, Jack looks amazing!”

Y/N just smiled, nodding along. “Yeah, they seem… really good,” she replied, though she wasn’t entirely sure what she was supposed to be looking at.

Meanwhile, on the ice, defenseman Luke Hughes had been glancing over at the crowd. It was part of the pre-game ritual—players often interacted with the fans, tossing pucks and exchanging smiles. But when Luke’s gaze landed on Y/N, something made him do a double take. While everyone else was decked out in Devils gear, cheering wildly, there she stood—unassuming, looking almost out of place but undeniably catching his eye.

Luke skated closer to the glass, noticing Lilly’s sign. He smirked. The sign was cute, and it deserved some recognition. But what really caught his attention wasn’t Lilly’s sign—it was Y/N’s calm, almost detached demeanor, a stark contrast to the chaos around her.

As Lilly turned to talk to Y/N, holding the sign against the glass with one hand, Luke seized the moment. He skated right up and banged on the glass, making a sharp *thunk* sound that startled both girls.

Lilly’s head snapped around, her eyes going wide when she realized it was Luke Hughes standing just a few feet away. She practically bounced off the ground in excitement. Luke chuckled and pulled a puck from his pocket, tossing it over the glass to Lilly, who caught it like it was the most precious thing in the world.

“Thank you!” she squealed, clutching the puck to her chest.

But Luke’s attention shifted to Y/N again. She wasn’t jumping around or shouting, but the way she smiled, a little amused and a little shy, made Luke’s heart skip. He pointed directly at her.

Y/N blinked, taken aback. “Me?” she mouthed, unsure.

Luke nodded, then held up a finger, signaling for her to wait. He skated over to the bench and spoke to one of the trainers, pointing at something behind him. Moments later, Luke was handed an extra hockey stick. He grabbed a marker, uncapped it, and scribbled something on the shaft before capping the pen and skating back over to where the girls were standing.

Lilly was bouncing on her feet again, totally overwhelmed by what was happening, but Luke was focused solely on Y/N. He pointed at her once more before tossing the stick over the glass, aiming for her to catch it.

Y/N, wide-eyed, managed to grab the stick, her hands trembling slightly from the sudden attention. She looked down at the stick, her eyes scanning the shiny surface, and there it was—Luke’s number, along with a small smiley face.

Heat rushed to Y/N’s cheeks as she realized what he had just done. Her heart raced as she looked up, but Luke was already skating away, a mischievous grin on his face. Before he disappeared into the tunnel with his teammates, she saw Jack and Nico nudging Luke and laughing, clearly teasing him about what had just transpired.

Lilly grabbed Y/N’s arm, practically shaking her. “Oh my god! Luke Hughes just gave you his stick! *And* his number! Are you freaking out? Because I’m freaking out!”

Y/N could hardly process what had just happened. “I… I don’t even like hockey,” she muttered, though a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Her heart was still racing, and the blush on her face only deepened when she thought about the way Luke had winked at her before skating away.

She glanced down at the stick again, her fingers tracing the number he had written. Lilly was still rambling excitedly beside her, but Y/N could only focus on one thing: Luke Hughes, the quiet defenseman who had somehow made her feel seen in a crowd of thousands.

With a deep breath, Y/N pulled out her phone, the nerves still fluttering in her stomach as she added Luke’s number to her contacts. She wasn’t sure what would happen next, but she knew one thing for sure—this was a game she wouldn’t be forgetting anytime soon.