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A Little Fan’s First Game-Quinn hughes

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The hum of excitement filled Rogers Arena as fans streamed in, donning their blue and green Canucks jerseys. Among the sea of supporters, Y/N stood out, balancing a squirming little boy on her hip. Nate, their two-year-old son, was dressed in a miniature Quinn Hughes jersey, complete with the number 43 on the back. His eyes sparkled with curiosity as he took in the bustling arena around him.

“This place is huge, huh, buddy?” Y/N murmured, kissing the top of his head.

Nate responded with a series of excited babbles, pointing at the ice. “Daddy! Daddy!”

Y/N laughed. “We’ll see Daddy soon, Nate. Let’s get to our seats first.”

They made their way down to a prime spot near the glass, a perfect view for Nate’s first hockey game. Y/N settled into her seat, setting Nate on her lap. The little boy immediately leaned forward, pressing his tiny hands against the cool glass.

The Canucks were warming up on the ice, and Y/N spotted Quinn almost instantly. His smooth skating and effortless puck handling made him stand out. He glanced toward the stands, searching, and when his eyes landed on Y/N and Nate, his face lit up with a smile.

“Daddy!” Nate squealed, banging his hands on the glass with enthusiasm.

Quinn skated over, tapping his stick lightly against the glass in front of Nate. The toddler’s laughter was infectious, drawing smiles from fans seated nearby.

Y/N waved, holding up Nate’s hand to wave too. “Say hi to Daddy!”

“Hi, Daddy!” Nate shouted, his little voice muffled by the glass.

Quinn chuckled, then skated to the bench, where he grabbed a puck. Skating back, he tossed it gently over the glass, aiming it perfectly into Y/N’s hands.

“For Nate,” he mouthed, giving them a wink.

Y/N showed the puck to Nate, who clutched it tightly in his tiny hands. “Look, Nate! Daddy gave you a puck!”

The little boy held it up proudly, his eyes wide. “Daddy’s puck!”

The warmups continued, but Nate’s attention stayed fixed on Quinn. He clapped his hands every time his dad skated by, cheering loudly with an energy that belied his small size.

“Can’t wait to tell Daddy how good he’s doing, huh?” Y/N whispered in Nate’s ear, earning a giggle from the boy.

When the game began, the excitement only grew. Nate bounced on Y/N’s lap, clapping his hands along with the crowd. Every time the Canucks scored, he’d throw his arms up in the air, mimicking the celebration he saw on the ice.

By the second intermission, Y/N could tell Nate was getting a bit tired. His eyelids drooped, and his head rested against her shoulder, but his little hands still clung to the puck as if it were his most prized possession.

During the third period, with the Canucks holding a narrow lead, Quinn made a great defensive play, stealing the puck and sending it down the ice. The crowd roared, and even Nate, despite his fatigue, perked up, clapping his hands slowly.

When the final horn sounded, signaling a Canucks win, Y/N stood, holding Nate up so he could see the ice better. Quinn and his teammates skated around, waving to the crowd. He stopped near their section again, tapping his stick on the ice and pointing up at Nate.

“Wave to Daddy one more time,” Y/N encouraged, helping Nate lift his hand.

“Bye-bye, Daddy!” Nate called out, his voice sleepy but full of love.

Quinn grinned, giving them a final wave before disappearing down the tunnel.

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Later that evening, back at home, Quinn sat on the couch with Nate nestled against him. The little boy was clutching his puck tightly, his eyes half-closed as he fought off sleep.

“You were my good luck charm tonight, buddy,” Quinn said softly, running a hand through Nate’s dark hair.

Y/N sat beside them, her head resting on Quinn’s shoulder. “He was so excited the whole time. You should’ve seen how he was cheering for you.”

Quinn smiled, leaning over to kiss Y/N’s temple. “I saw. Thanks for bringing him tonight. It meant a lot.”

Y/N smiled back. “It was perfect. He’s going to be your biggest fan, you know.”

Quinn looked down at his son, who was now fast asleep, the puck still clutched tightly in his little hands. “He already is,” he whispered, his heart full.

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Say My Name, Say My Name I Quinn Hughes 🖋️🌺

Requested? Yes / No

Summary; Based on the Tik Tok trend, calling your boyfriend “husband”

Tropes & warnings; established relationship; Tik Tok trend; fluff, marriage proposal; no warnings;

Other notes: For the second story of this TikTok trend, I've challenged myself with writing for Quinn Hughes for the first time 😊 To be honest, I didn't know much about him to fully capture his character, however, this is pretty much how sweet I imagine this boy to be 🤭🤍 Since I had a few different ideas of how to approach the request, this turned out to be nothing but pure fluff 🌺🥂

I hope you enjoy it 🌷🐰

Word count; 1.6K

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As the sun dipped low, casting a gentle glow over the bustling streets of Vancouver, you strolled alongside your boyfriend, Quinn Hughes. The city buzzed with its usual activity, providing a comforting backdrop to your conversation on this typical Thursday evening. And with the promise of a hockey-free weekend on the horizon, a mischievous idea had crept into your mind – sparked by a popular TikTok challenge that had been gaining traction online.

In recent weeks, you'd seen numerous videos of people teasingly calling their boyfriends "husbands," while recording their partners' bewildered reactions for entertainment. And intrigued by the trend, you couldn't resist the urge to try it out with Quinn.

After nearly three years of shared laughter and cherished moments in your relationship, you were confident that Quinn would find the prank amusing, perhaps even earning a reaction with a hint of panic. So, with a playful glint in your eye, you had naturally shared your plan with your closest friend, enlisting her help in pulling off the light-hearted prank.

As you’d proposed the idea, your friend, always up for TikTok trends, had eagerly agreed to assist. You’d decided on arranging a double date, which wouldn’t be out of the ordinary, planning for you to execute the prank while she would discreetly film Quinn's reaction.

So, as you sat in a cosy, almost half-empty restaurant later that Thursday evening, the weight of your impending prank began to settle in. Excitement and nerves mingled in your chest, your fingers tapping restlessly on the tabletop as you waited for the perfect moment to put your plan into action.

And finally, the moment arrived, hanging in the air with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. As the waiter approached to take your orders, a surge of anxious energy coursed through you, your heart racing. Yet, with practiced ease, you smoothly transitioned into the pivotal moment. "And for my husband," you said, injecting a playful tone into your voice, "he'll have a glass of ice water and the pasta Bolognese."

The words hung in the air, a silent challenge to fate, while your best friend discreetly positioned her phone, ready to capture Quinn's genuine reaction.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment as Quinn's gaze shifted towards you, his expression a fleeting mix of surprise and curiosity. "Your what?" he murmured, his voice barely audible, yet you persisted, ignoring the amusement threatening your facade of confidence.

In that suspended moment, Quinn's initial reaction was genuine astonishment, his eyes widening in disbelief before a soft chuckle broke the tension like a gentle wave against the shore. 

And as the waiter then walked away following taking all orders, he left behind echoes of laughter. Quinn then leaned closer towards you; his tone laced with mock seriousness. "Husband, huh?" he mused, a playful smirk on his lips. "Guess I'll need to update my resume."

It hadn’t entirely been the shocked reaction you’d hoped for, yet you still found the situation undeniably amusing. Confessing the inspiration behind your jest, laughter filled the air. And as the night wore on, your little act slowly faded in the background.

However, unbeknownst to you, the innocent prank had sparked an idea in Quinn's mind.

Although he hadn’t exactly expected to consider such a significant step already at the age of 24, the notion lingered, intriguing and compelling. As the eldest among his brothers and in his most serious relationship yet, Quinn had pondered the concept for some time. He’d even briefly sought advice from his closest teammates on how to broach the subject, as he’d realised life was too short to wait for the perfect moment.

So, as he sat beside you, enveloped in shared laughter, he felt a newfound determination. With quiet resolve and a heart full of affection, he began laying the groundwork for a significant occasion, one that would hopefully change your relationship for the better.

A little over a week later, with the memory of your playful prank still fresh in his mind, Quinn found himself beyond excited and content about the idea. With determination coursing through him and a ring burning a silent promise in his pocket, he’d devised a plan.

His aim was to catch you off guard, to make the moment as unexpected as possible. And having noticed how you had emphasised the prank was nothing but a joke, he guessed your mind hadn’t dwelled on such matters. Which made it the perfect opportunity.

So, returning to the very same restaurant Saturday evening where the idea had originated, Quinn carefully arranged the setting for the action. Despite the absence of a best friend discreetly recording the scene, the familiar ambiance of the restaurant's softly lit interior and the intimate corner table added a serene touch to the occasion. So with a steady hand and a heart brimming with love, Quinn recreated the scene.

As the waiter approached to take your orders, he took a deep breath, and with a voice filled with emotion, he echoed your words from days prior, "And for my wife, she'll have a glass of Champagne along with some water and the cheese, spinach ravioli, please."

Your eyes widened a little in slight disbelief as the words lingered in the air, blending with the gentle buzz of conversation around you, and a chuckle escaped your lips of amusement at Quinn's unexpected play. You simply couldn’t help but laugh at the joke and how he replicated your playful tease from the other night with such precision.

“Wife, huh?” You chuckled lightly. “Guess I deserved that one - though I do enjoy the sound of it.”

However, this time, it wasn't a prank. As the waiter departed, leaving behind a soft smile, your eyes met with Quinn’s, flashing him an entertained smile. Yet there was a seriousness in your boyfriend’s expression, a rare sight outside of the intensity of a hockey match, and a curious furrow creased your brow as you couldn’t decipher his thoughts. But before you could ask him what was on his mind, Quinn gently rose from his seat, moving with deliberate grace to stand next to you.

“I’m glad you say that ‘cause…”

You shifted in your seat to face him, the air crackled with anticipation as he then slowly dropped to one knee, the world around you fading into insignificance, leaving only the man you loved, poised before you with a vulnerability that stole your breath away.

Your heart pounded in your chest as Quinn gently took out the little velvet box from his pocket, his brown eyes shining with an intensity that mirrored his deep emotions. 

“Y/n," he softly began. "I know you said it as a joke the other night, but... truth be told, it stuck with me. And I realised that… I do want to be your called husband. You mean everything to me. Without you, I'd be lost – even though I don't tell you enough, you make my every day brighter. I can't even begin to thank you enough for your endless support, for putting up with me and my career every single day. You never ask for anything, and yet you give so much love. I love you so so much, and I just can't imagine a future without you in it..."

With every heartfelt confession, your breath hitched in your throat, your mind swirling with the weight of his sentiments. Emotions surged within you, threatening to overflow as Quinn exposed his soul, sharing his fears and dreams for your future together.

And then came the question, hanging in the air like a fragile promise—a question that held the power to shape your lives forever.

"Y/n, will you marry me?"

It felt surreal, like a dream woven from the threads of your deepest desires and fondest hopes. Quinn on his knee before you, his vulnerability a testament to the depth of his love. And in that moment, tears glistening in your eyes, and a smile tugging at the corners of your lips, there was only one right answer.

Though struggling to find the words, you willed your lips to move and your throat to vocalise the response.

"Yes... Quinn, of course," you replied with excitement, the sound of soft applauses rippling through the restaurant. And with a deep relieved sigh, and a satisfied smile illuminating his face, Quinn rose from his kneeling position, meeting you in a deep, heartfelt kiss. 

Sealing the engagement your lips met with nothing but devotion, the world around you slowly dissolving, before breaking apart. Quinn's excitement was nothing short of palpable, his smile radiant as he carefully slipped the ring onto your finger, and he couldn’t deny that this felt better than any hockey match win. Perhaps besides winning the Stanley Cup. 

It was truly a beautiful ring. The diamond's shimmer mirrored the twinkle in his eyes as you admired the ring's delicate intricacies. And with a content smile, you shared another quick kiss before Quinn returned to his seat, and the waiter poured champagne to mark the occasion.

Raising your glasses in a toast, you again sealed the engagement with a clink, the bubbles dancing against your lips like promises of a future filled with love and joy. This moment was everything you had ever dreamed of. Though it had begun with a playful joke, it perfectly captured the essence of your relationship—full of laughter, love, and shared moments of joy.

And with your hands gently intertwined on the table, both admiring the new addition to your finger, you couldn't help but chuckle. "Looks like I really do need to update my resume," you playfully remarked, echoing Quinn's words from the other night.

And in response, your fiancé merely chuckled, his eyes brimming with adoration as he kissed your hand and held your gaze with unwavering affection. "Yes, I suppose you’ll have to," he smiled, his voice filled with promise and a love that knew no bounds.

i may have found something accidentally…

MORE BABY HUGHES BROTHERS!!!

ur welcome btw. it’s literally 4:30 am rn be grateful

edit: there’s more. i should literally be sleeping

[blurb] movie night w the hughes bros

pairing: quinn hughes x girlfriend! reader

summary: quinn’s girlfriend is the mom of movie night

author’s note: first hockey blurb :) idc what anyone says, jack is a disney girly n that’s that. this is kinda rushed, maybe i’ll fix it maybe i won’t. guys i’m so nervous posting this omg

warning: cussing

gif creds: someone on pinterest idk :(

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"jack, you have watched this movie at least 17 times in the past month."

"that's because it's a good movie!"

"good, we aren't watching it again."

"that sucks for you, because i'm older"

"y/n! jack is being a dumbass." the older woman sighed. quinn chuckled at his girlfriend's misery. "why do they yell for me? you're the one related to them."

just as her sentence finished, the rumble of heavy footsteps on the carpeted steps caught her attention. listening to the footsteps, she determined luke was in the lead, jack following behind.

"y/n, please help." the youngest hughes ran to her side pushing his oldest brother away.

“what can i do for you, lu?” the younger boy began clinging to her back when jack ran through the door.

“give it to me, you fucking fuck.” jack said and ran at his youngest brother.

“kind words, jackson. can someone tell me what the issue is here? and can you not like crawl into my girlfriends skin luke?” quinn said leaning against the counter close to where he was previously standing.

the boys began yelling over each other to explain their sides of the story: jack wanting to watch his favorite movie for the 18th time this month and luke wanting to watch the new scary movie that just came out.

y/n listened to both boys, trying to fully hear them over the other’s yelling. a migraine was definitely in the works for her.

“jack, i’m sorry-” “no!” “let me finish you big idiot. we’ve seen cars 2 a million times, luke’s movie is new and if we finish it, and none of us are tired, then we can rewatch cars 2.”

“yes!” luke said and let the girl go so he could run back to the living room, a sulking jack following behind him.

y/n turned to her boyfriend and sighed pushing her head into his chest. “just think, we gonna have 4 of those running around.”

y/n’s eyes widened, “quintin jerome hughes, you won’t be getting anything if you think we’re having four kids!”

wc: idk 🤭

꒰ఎ CLOUSER! ━━ PART THREE

⋆✩⋆ ─── adore you masterlist main masterlist

⋆✩⋆ ─── part one part two

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

⋆✩⋆ ─── 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 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."

꒰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 REJECTION HURTS! ━━ PART ONE

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⋆✩⋆ ─── 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.

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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.

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୨୧ in which . . . emersyn hasn't been to the hughes lake house since her crush on her best friend's older brother was exposed but one summer when she decides to come back, quinn begins to see the singer in an entirely new light.

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