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op1umeyes · 1 year ago

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from the club

Derek’s wolf whistle made you roll your eyes and try to slip into your seat without drawing too much attention. “Damn, mama,” he sang teasingly, eyeing you up and down.

“Derek Morgan! I ought to-“

“Whoa!”

You glared at Spencer, trying to ifnore the way his eyes trailed over your cleavage. “It’s like you guys have never even been in the presence of a female before,” you snark sarcastically. Secretly, though, you feel complimented that such aesthetically pleasing people thought you looked good.

Emily, Jennifer, Penelope, and Rossi were later than Hotch surprisingly. Aaron strode in next, laying a stack of files on the table. He sat down at his regular spot and turned to make conversation until the other arrived when he turned and saw you. His lips drew thinly over his face as he watched you reach over the table to grab a file. He swallowed and averted his eyes from you when you sat back in your seat. Hotch felt like a pervert and averted his mind to the more pressing matter. Dead bodies, knives, murder, he repeated to himself- trying to draw blood away from his crotch.

J.J., Penelope, and Emily arrived next. “Coffee for you all, my precious gems!” Penny sang, placing the team’s favorite brews in front of them. After she placed yours down her eyes gleamed and she raised her eyebrows. “Did you call-“

“Penelope!” You hollered, turning away from the red-head with a laugh.

She just giggled and wiggled her eyebrows. As Emily took her place beside you, she leaned in to whisper in your ear, “I’m no better than the men here, y/n. You look hot.”

You swatted her away and waited for J.J. to start the briefing. Emily snickered beside you.

There was really nothing professional about being called into work wearing low-rise jeans and a lacey tank top. But it wasn’t your fault- some of your college friends had stopped in the city and wanted to go to the club and wouldn’t take no as an answer.

Rossi showed up right before Hotch said his favorite phrase (read: “wheels up in 30”). You collected your file and started out of the room.

“Good lo- y/n!”

You whipped around to see Penelope rushinf towards you. “Wh-What?”

“You’ve surprised me more times today than I thought possible, darling girl. Turn around! I didn’t know you had ink!”

You breathed out a sigh of relief and tried to ignore the feeling of her cold fingers tracing over the black ink just above your jeans. “I have some on the mid back too,” you said quietly.

“Impressive,” Rossi- of all people- hummed. “One of my ex wives roped me into getting a matching tattoo with her. The pain was somethinf else and the aftercare was hell. Rookie, here has a high pain tolerance.” He patted your practically bare shoulder and walked by without another word.

Emily purred lowly as she walked by, laughing at the way you flipped her off in return.

“You know, Jeffery Dahmer didn’t consume people that had tattoos… He said that the ‘tattoos made the meat taste like… shit’,” Reid spouted.

The way Spencer paused before saying shit was endearing. Maybe it was your attraction to nerds, but you felt particularly flattered at the weight of his gaze on you. “That’s interesting, Spencer,” you replied quietly. “Did you know the oldest recorded tattoo ink recipe required insect eggs?”

Spencer just hummed.

“I- uh,” Aaron cleared his throat. You stepped back from Penelope’s hands. “I imagine you have more professional attire?”

Your cheeks flushed. “Yes, Hotch. I’m really sorry, my friends convinced me to go out with them, you know, and I-“

Hotch chuckled and held his hands up. “It’s okay, y/n. What you do on your own time is your business,” he said.

You wrung your hands. “Thanks, Hotch.”

“No problem, y/n.” Hotch started to walk away and you felt Derek’s arm wrap around your shoulder. “Nice ink,” he called back to you.

“I’ll see you on the plane, y/n,” Spencer told you with a wave. You smiled back at him and watched him run a hand through his hair as he walked away.

“Lover boy’s gotta thing for you, y/n,” Derek told you, a shit eating grin on his face. “And Hotch too, if I took a guess. I think you made the old man pop a bo-“

“Derek Morgan!”

You shoved him off of you and tried to ignore his gleeful laughter.

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milla-frenchy · 10 days ago

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The outpost

1k0 | Joel Miller x fem reader | ao3 | masterlist Summary: you take advantage of an innocent soul to make Joel jealous during patrol Warnings: 18+ mdni. Secret relationship, jealous!Joel, possessive!Joel, exhibitionism (kinda), manhandling, pet names (baby, sweetheart), piv, cum eating. No age specified

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"What the fuck are you doing?" was written on Joel’s face when he heard you tell this guy that you were single.

But it was kind of Joel's fault, wasn't it? He was the one who wanted to keep your relationship a secret, having told you he didn’t want to disturb Ellie, while she was probably the least disruptive person in Jackson.

Maybe jealousy could ease him a little. The oldest trick in the book, even in the apocalypse.

So when you sneaked a peek at the patrol schedule in Joel's office and saw this new guy's name next to Tommy's, your interest rose.

Mark joined Jackson a few weeks ago, and you already felt his eyes on you several times. Besides you could tell that your floral summer dress was his favorite outfit. Especially when you wore it with your cowboy boots.

You hesitated only for a second before replacing Tommy’s name with yours.

"Why did you put your name on the beginners patrol?" Joel asked the next morning.

"I’m sure Tommy will be happy to spend more time with his family. And Mark seems to be such a nice guy!" you teased.

The color of Joel’s eyes darkened from soft brown to night black.

"He doesn't seem very bright," he bit back.

“Come on Joel, be nice. We were all rookies once," you replied, putting what you knew was his favorite smile on your face. "Even you, Joel Miller."

He scoffed, wrote “Joel” next to your names and followed you to the stables.

Your horses moved side by side while Joel stayed slightly behind. You glanced back from time to time, and Joel responded with a slight nod.

When you reached the outpost, you showed Mark the log book, and Joel scanned the surroundings with his binoculars. You looked at him for a while, amazed by how handsome he was in that blue shirt.

The conversation between you and Mark slowly got casual. Your lives before Jackson, your lives in Jackson. And not very subtly, he ended up asking if you were single.

“Yes, I am,” you replied, eyeing Joel who suddenly stopped pacing the room and stared down at you sitting in an old wooden chair. He swallowed hard, his eyes filled with doubt and annoyance.

It wasn’t Joel Miller at that moment, the man a lot of people in Jackson still feared. But just Joel, your Joel, and you wondered if you'd pushed his buttons too much, until possessiveness and jealousy took over in his gaze.

“Go check the area, Mark,” he said in a tone that left no room for discussion, grabbed your elbow as soon as the man left, and pressed you against the wall before kissing your neck.

“Single?” he scoffed, “I don’t think so,” he said as he nibbled your shoulder and placed his hand over your mouth.

“Shh, I need you to be quiet, ok? Say “Yes, Joel.”

“Yes Joel,” you whispered between his slightly spread fingers.

“Already done being a brat, uh?” he mocked, but instantly growled “Christ” when you licked his palm.

He pulled you into another room, slammed the door and made you bend over the table. Growing, he took your jeans and panties off hastily, then kicked your feet apart, spreading your legs. You pushed your ass out, offering him a view of your glistening cunt, begging to be claimed.

“That’s what all this was about?” he groaned. “To make me so damn jealous,” he hissed, pulling his jeans down mid-thigh. He bottomed out in one go, making you clench on his shaft and pant loudly.

“Shhh baby, be quiet. You don't want him to hear us, right? Just take it. Silently,” he grunted, thrusting in and out, his calloused hands buried in the flesh of your hips.

“Yeah, just like that, you always take me so well. Always let me use you, let me…. fuck! let me fuck you. Christ, you feel so good wrapped around me, you know this?”

You hummed, carried by his slow but firm pace. The one you preferred, that made you feel like your folds always struggled to welcome him every time he thrust in again. The one that always made you whimper and moan. You never got used to his girth, every fuck felt like it was your first with him.

“He's probably back now, you think he can hear us? Hear you whimper each time I stuff you full of my cock?”

He grabbed your arms and kept them on the small of your back, using your body and pussy as he wished, his large paw holding your wrists easily.

“You think he's jacking off right now? Thinking about the cunt he can't have, because she's only mine?”

He released one of your hands, then said “come on, baby, give it to me. Let him hear you come on my cock.”

You brushed your clit for a few seconds before exploding, unable to stay totally quiet.

“Oh shit, yeah… shit! I bet he’s thinking about how good she is. And yet, he's got no fucking idea how perfect she is,” he growled, grabbing you and pressing your back against his chest, the sound of skin on skin slapping echoing in the room.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come. On your knees, baby… Oh fuck yeah, open up for me, shit. Oh fuck, I'm gonna…” he growled one last time, still fucking his shaft with his fist, the tip resting on your tongue, and then coated your throat in white.

You licked him clean, eyes raised towards him.

Did he know how wrapped around his finger you were? Did he know no man could make a place for himself in your life, in your bed? In your cunt?

“Here, sweetheart. Lemme help you,” he said, just before pushing his tongue between your lips and sharing a few drops of cum left in your mouth, his large, warm palms cupping your cheeks.

You left the room and saw Mark back.

“She ain't single,” Joel gruffed. “Next time you’re going with Tommy.”

You smiled. The oldest trick in the book for sure.

Even in the apocalypse.

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cementcornfield · 6 months ago

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this meme but it's the '23 rookies discussing the pros and cons of letting mike g into the 'cule

HAHAHAHAHAHA god actually though

Is That Old Man Dick Worth It? 🤔🤔 (Answer: Yes!)

#someone with photoshop skills! make it happen!#also lmao i say old man when (and i just checked everyone's aged)#charlie is the oldest at 26 and mike is 29 (yoshi 25 chase 24)#but! mike's been in the league since 2018 which is FOREVER ago. thus. an old man. in football years (like dog years)#fr though i think yoshi Noticed the Situation (giant dick) first #and started flirting shamelessly while chase and charlie looked on in amusement #and then they decided to have a healthy polyamory boundaries discussion thing about it #where they concluded that really all 3 of them could help mike out. taking turns and what not.#(since apparently he can go for hours)#(this helps prevent the need for the Icing of any particular body part <3)#ANYWAY good morning lol it's 8 am.#thank you for sending this i got to start my day cracking the fuck up <3 #'23 rookie polycule #mike gesicki

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goldsainz · 8 months ago

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# FC43 — DRIVER-IN-LAW !

MASTERLIST !

REQUEST !

001. SUMMARY !

✯ a rookie manages to capture the heart of the oldest driver on the grid’s daughter.

002. NOTE !

✯ yes, i know they’d speak spanish to each other but im not about to write everything in spanish and then also translate it. so you’re stuck with bits and pieces of spanish. anyway, please enjoy!

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yourusername buenos días, te amo

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fernandoalo_oficial You said it was a girl’s trip. That is a man’s hand.

⤷ yourusername lo siento, papá 😊

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⤷ yourusername thank you, mami 💞

⤷ fernandoalo_oficial Do not condone this.

francofan1 franco liking this… thinking thoughts

ynfan3 crying at fernando going insane

ynfan4 oh to be on a vacation with yn

francofan2 CALENTA QUE ENTRAS FRANCO

translation : WARM UP BECAUSE YOU’RE IN FRANCO

⤷ francofan3 three races is all it took. statement made.

ynfan5 “good morning, i love you” bro i’m so single

yourusername and francolapinto updated their instagram stories!

fernandoalo_oficial responded to your story!

fernandoalo_oficial Cariño, is that a man?

fernandoalo_oficial Upon further inspection, that is definitely a man.

fernandoalo_oficial Come back to Spain.

fernandoalo_oficial Better not be that damn rookie.

yourusername papá, calm down. you’ll have a stroke.

fernandoalo_oficial I’ll be calm when you’re not in the presence of that sabandija.

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francolapinto Recontra recargado y listo para COTA 😁💪

translation : Absolutely recharged and ready for COTA

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fernandoalo_oficial 🤨🤨🤨

⤷ francolapinto hola!

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ynfan23 they’re iconic already

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translation : I cannot believe this mate

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translation : me neither

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ynfan24 I NEED TO SEE WHAT FAMILY DINNER LOOKS LIKE

francofan23 had to stand up and applaud 👏

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willowsnook · 4 months ago

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halfway to always pt. 2

quinn hughes x sharks!reader

pt. 1 here

tags: @hockeybabe87 @enjoymyloves @freyathehuntress @onlyreadz @how-what-why-huh @1loverc @stormsies

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It had been a couple of months since your trip out to the lake and you had thrown yourself into work, trying to forget about the oldest Hughes' brother who had left an imprint on your heart. So far it was going well, mostly because Will and Macklin hadn’t been there to harass you about it. They both went home for the rest of summer break and were just now coming back for training camp.

You had plans to meet them at their place when they both got back, and after finally logging off for the day, you made your way over.

“Y/N!” Will yelled as he opened the door, quickly pouncing on you. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too,” you said into his chest. “My life has been so boring.”

“Of course it has,” Macklin said, coming from out of his room. “We are the most important people in your life.”

“I’m about to replace you though,” you teased, setting down your stuff in the kitchen. “I meet the new guys tomorrow.”

Both of them glared at you, making you giggle.

"You know I'm kidding," you reassured them, hopping up onto their kitchen counter. "So, tell me everything. How was the rest of your summer?"

They launched into stories about family trips and training regimens, Will showing you pictures on his phone while Macklin demonstrated some new workout move he'd learned. You smiled, realizing how much you'd truly missed their chaotic energy.

"What about you?" Will asked finally. "Did you do anything fun after Michigan?"

You shrugged. "Just work, mostly. Helped with rookie camp prep, went home to see my parents for a weekend."

"That's it?" Macklin frowned. "Please tell me you at least went on a date or something."

You rolled your eyes. "No, I did not go on a date.”

You pulled out a bottle of wine from your bag, uncorking it while Will leaned against the counter, watching you with a suspicious expression. "So... have you talked to Quinn at all?"

Your movements faltered for just a second before you recovered, reaching for glasses in the cabinet. "A little. Just texting here and there."

It wasn't exactly a lie. You and Quinn had exchanged messages sporadically since the lake trip—casual check-ins that carefully avoided any mention of what had happened between you. The last text had been over a week ago, a simple "good luck with training camp" from you, followed by his "thanks, you too" reply.

"Just texting?" Macklin pressed, raising an eyebrow.

You sighed, pouring three generous glasses of wine.

“Look,” you started. “We had fun at the lake. But it was just the lake. I’m back to the real-world again.”

“But you guys are so perfect together,” Macklin complained.

“I was with him for less than a week,” you argued back and Will rolled his eyes.

“Love at first sight,” he said and you snorted, even Macklin letting out a little laugh.

“I’m busy with work anyways, so it’s going to be okay,” you said firmly. You turned around to grab your phone and both boys shared a look, an idea already forming.

Step 1: Investigation Time

“Did you see Quinn’s post?” Will asked while you were both out on a morning walk before he had to be at the facility.

“I did not,” you replied, amused. The boys could not leave the idea of you and Quinn alone which was adorable but like you’d told them earlier: there wasn’t anything to it. You had kissed a lot of boys in your lifetime - it didn’t always have to mean something. There was no reason to even let your mind entertain the idea.

“You made it,” he said, trying to contain his excitement. “It’s a summer recap.”

Leaning over his shoulder, you looked at this specific picture. It was of Quinn at the grill and you next to him, holding a plate of food. It was a sweet picture, and you made a mental note to screenshot it later to keep for memories.

“Very nice Will,” you commented and he beamed.

“You too look so good together,” he said and you snorted.

“Not giving this up?” You teased and he shook his head.

“You were so into him on the trip,” he said. “I want to see you happy.”

“I am happy Will,” you said. “I don’t need a man to be happy.”

"I know," Will said, more serious than you'd expected. "I just think you guys had something real. And maybe it's worth exploring."

You sighed, watching the morning light filter through the trees as you walked. "Even if there was something there, what would be the point? He lives in Vancouver. I live here. Both of us have demanding careers that keep us in those places."

"Long distance?" Will suggested.

You laughed, but it came out hollow. "For what? A connection we felt after knowing each other for a few days? That's not enough to build something on."

Will fell silent for a moment, considering your words. "You know, I've never seen you light up around anyone the way you did with him."

The observation hit you harder than you expected, and you quickened your pace slightly. "I'm not having this conversation anymore."

"Fine," Will conceded, jogging away. “Then I’m not buying you coffee.”

“You promised,” you complained, jogging after him.

Meanwhile, Macklin and Jack were working on Quinn.

“Hey man what’s up?” Quinn said, answering his phone.

“Just wanted to call before the season started,” Macklin said.

“Getting a little nervous?” Quinn asked.

“I feel like the pressure is way up this year for me,” Macklin admitted.

“It feels like that for everyone their second year,” Quinn told him. “Especially because of how well you did last year. Just stay focused. You have good people supporting you.”

Macklin saw his segway and took it, “Yeah I do. I don’t know what I would do without Will and Y/n. You remember her?”

Quinn rolled his eyes before answering, “I know what you’re doing.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Macklin replied, feigning innocence. “Just wondering if you guys had talked since the lake.”

“I’m sure you can ask her that,” Quinn said, avoiding the question.

"I'm asking you though," Macklin pressed.

"We've texted a bit," Quinn finally admitted, his voice carefully neutral. "Just checking in."

"That's it? Just checking in?" Macklin asked, clearly disappointed.

Quinn sighed, running a hand through his hair as he paced around his living room. "What do you want me to say, Mack? That I think about her all the time? That I wish things were different? None of that changes the reality."

"Which is?"

"You know which is. She's in San Jose. I'm in Vancouver. We both have careers that keep us in those cities."

"People do long distance all the time," Macklin countered.

Quinn let out a humorless laugh. "Based on what? A week together? A kiss? That's not enough to build something real on."

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Macklin spoke again, his voice sincere. "I know it's none of my business, but Y/n is important to me. And I haven’t seen her act like that around someone literally ever. I’m just floating the idea that maybe you could figure something out.”

“We’ll see,” Quinn said shortly before hanging up.

Jack and Luke had flown to Vancouver the week before the season started to see their oldest brother. It was a short trip, but they played some rounds of golf and had plenty of time to relax before they wouldn’t see each other for a bit.

The night before they were heading back to New Jersey, they were out to dinner when Jack started his subtle inquiry, already proud of himself for not bringing up y/n yet this weekend.

“So, you guys play the Sharks in a couple of weeks?” Jack asked casually and Luke instantly snorted. Quinn looked up from his phone, giving his brother a pointed look.

“That’s usually how a hockey season works,” Quinn shot back. “Conspiring with Macklin now are you?”

Jack huffed, “I’m just making conversation. Just wondering if you have any plans to see anyone after the game or anything.”

“Not as of right now,” Quinn replied honestly. “We haven’t really spoken since the beginning of training camp.”

“Hmm,” Jack replied.

Quinn paused, setting his fork down and giving his brothers a serious look. "Look, I appreciate that you guys care, but this isn't helping. Y/n and I had a connection, yes. But sometimes timing just doesn't work out."

"But—" Jack started.

"No," Quinn cut him off firmly. "I don't want to talk about this anymore. Not everything has a neat resolution, okay?"

The finality in his tone silenced both his brothers. Luke shot Jack a warning glance, and the subject was dropped for the remainder of dinner.

Step 2: The Setup

Will's phone buzzed with a text from Jack: "Operation reunite stubborn idiots is a go. Quinn just landed in San Jose."

Will nudged Macklin, showing him the message. They shared a conspiratorial smile before turning their attention back to you. You were sitting across from them in the players’ lounge, a few hours before the game tonight.

“So,” Will cleared his throat and your head snapped up. “What are you doing after the game?”

Your eyes narrowed, “I was planning on just going home but i’m getting the feeling that you are going to drag em to something.”

“Toff rented out this bar for his birthday tonight,” Will said. “So you should come because it’s his birthday and you know him.”

You did know Toff, you knew every player but you weren’t really that acquainted with him. “Did he ask that I be there?”

“Just come y/n,” Macklin said exasperated. “You need to get out of the house.”

“Fine,” you said, rolling your eyes. You missed seeing the boys bump each other’s fists under the table, turning your attention back to your phone.

The Canucks steamrolled the Sharks, but the boys still had a good game, so you were pleased by that. You had changed in your office from your business clothes to just a plain white tank top and jeans and now were waiting by the players’ entrance.

“Hey stranger,” a voice called out and you froze. Quinn was giving you a small smile as he walked towards you and you couldn’t help but grin.

“Hi,” you greeted him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He held on to you for a second too long and your heart was racing at the physical contact.

“I’m looking for Will and Macklin actually, have you seen them?” Quinn asked he pulled back.

“Funny, I’m looking for them too,” you said, and the pieces started to click together. Both of your phone buzzed at the same time and you looked down to see what Will had said.

WS: Sorry guys, we caught a ride with someone else. I’m sure you can carpool to the bar tho. Bye!!!

You groaned as Quinn shook his head. “Relentless,” you muttered.

“Tell me about it,” Quinn mused. “Guess I’ll follow you.”

You chatted about the game as you walked to the car, Quinn filling you in on how the team was looking so far and you telling him about the new rookies. The way conversation fell so naturally it was like you were at the lake just last week.

"So," you finally said as you pulled into the parking lot, "how long are the boys going to keep this up?"

Quinn chuckled, running a hand through his still-damp hair. "Knowing Jack, probably until one of us gets married."

You laughed, though the comment sent an unexpected flutter through your chest. "Will and Macklin are just as bad. They've been not-so-subtly bringing you up for weeks."

"Same with Jack and Luke," Quinn admitted. "I think they're all in a group chat about it."

As you walked toward the bar entrance, Quinn's hand brushed against yours—perhaps accidentally, perhaps not. Neither of you acknowledged it, but seeing how packed the bar was, you slipped your hand into his, not wanting to lose him on the way to wherever Will and Macklin were. His hand tightened around yours and it was the first thing the boys looked at when you emerged from the crowd, both lighting up.

You dropped Quinn’s hand as you reached the table, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I waited for you guys for 20 minutes,” you said.

“Sorry y/n, Eklund insisted we come with him,” Macklin said innocently. Quinn snorted from behind you, shaking his head.

“Whatever, I’m getting a drink,” you muttered, leaving them all behind for the bar.

Quinn watched you weave through the crowd toward the bar, then turned to fix Will and Macklin with a stern look. "Subtle, guys. Really subtle."

Macklin shrugged,. "Did it work though?"

"Did what work?" Quinn asked, though he knew exactly what they were getting at.

"Come on," Will groaned. "You two were holding hands!"

"So I wouldn't lose her in the crowd," Quinn explained, though the excuse sounded weak even to his own ears.

Macklin and Will exchanged knowing glances. "Right," Macklin drawled. "That's definitely it."

Quinn sighed, leaning against the table. "Look, I appreciate what you guys are trying to do, but it's complicated."

"It's really not," Will argued. "You like her, she likes you. What's complicated about that?"

Quinn ran a hand through his hair. He really was starting to wear down when it came to that question. Seeing you again had reignited what he felt at the lake, and he was running out of excuses to at least not give it a try.

You came back a little later, wordlessly handing Quinn a beer before sitting down next to Will. Quinn ended up getting pulled away by some other guys he was friends with, and your table was joined by a couple of WAGs that you were somewhat friends with. You didn’t really hang out with most of them, but the ones who sat with you were around the same age as you, so it was an easy friendship.

A couple of hours went by and you were caught up in a conversation with Carl Berglund when you felt a presence behind you. You looked over your shoulder to see Quinn, looking between you and Carl, his jaw tightening.

“Hey man, good to see you,” Carl said reaching out his hand, unaware of the tension.

“You too,” Quinn said shortly, shaking it. Carl looked between the two of you before smirking and raising his beer.

“Nice talking to you y/n, i’ll see you later,” he said before walking to join another conversation. You turned to Quinn amused.

“What was that about?” You asked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said nonchalantly, looking anywhere but you.

You raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on your lips. "You're a terrible liar, Quinn Hughes."

He sighed, finally meeting your eyes. "Fine. I didn't like seeing you with him."

"With Carl?" you asked, genuinely surprised. "We were just talking."

"I know," Quinn admitted, taking a swig of his beer. "Doesn't mean I have to like it."

The jealousy in his voice sent a thrill through you that you tried to ignore. You stepped closer to him, lowering your voice. "You don't get to be jealous when you won't even admit there's something here."

His eyes darkened as they held yours. "Who says I won't admit it?"

Your heart skipped a beat. "You've had months to do something about it."

"So have you," he countered.

The admission hung between you, charged with everything left unsaid from the summer. You set your drink down, suddenly feeling too warm.

"Want to get some air?" you asked quietly.

Quinn nodded, following as you weaved through the crowd toward the back exit. The cool night air was a relief after the stuffy bar, and you took a deep breath, leaning against the brick wall.

"So," you started, looking up at the stars rather than at him.

"So," he drawled out. “I can’t get you out of my head.”

You were surprised by the admission, turning to face him fully as he stared into your eyes.

“I could say the same thing,” you admitted quietly. Neither of you said anything for a bit, just taking in one another’s presence.

“What do we have to do to make this work?” He asked, breaking the silence.

You sighed, leaning back against the wall before answering truthfully, “I don’t know.”

He moved in front of you, bringing one hand to rest on your waist and your breath hitched at the contact.

"I know it might be ridiculous," Quinn murmured, his thumb tracing small circles on your waist, "to feel this strongly about someone I've spent so little time with. But I can't stop thinking about what could happen if we just... tried."

Your heart raced as he leaned closer, his forehead almost touching yours. "What are you suggesting?"

"I'm suggesting we stop making excuses," he said, his voice low and certain. "We play each other four times this season. I have the All-Star break, you have holidays. There are bye weeks and off-days. We have phones. We have FaceTime. Vancouver to San Jose is a two-hour flight."

You closed your eyes, letting his words wash over you. The practical part of your brain wanted to list all the reasons why this was complicated—the distance, your careers, the logistics—but another part of you, the part that had been daydreaming about him for months, was tired of being practical.

“We can try,” you finally said and a small smile broke out across his face. He inched his head closer, pressing his lips against yours in a sweet kiss. Your hand travelled up to his hair, pulling him deeper into you and he pressed you harder against the wall as his mouth moved against yours. When you finally pulled apart, breathless, his eyes were dark with wanting.

"I've been thinking about doing that again since the lake," he admitted, his thumb tracing your lower lip.

You smiled against his touch. "Me too."

The door to the bar swung open suddenly, spilling light and noise into the alleyway. Will stood there, his eyes widening as he took in the scene before him.

"Finally!" he exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air before disappearing back inside, presumably to tell Macklin and you groaned, resting your head against Quinn’s shoulder.

“I’m sure i’ll get a cryptic text from Jack soon,” Quinn muttered and you giggled, bringing your lips up to his once more.

“Worth it.”

Pt 3

#nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagine

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marcell-arts · 26 days ago

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POV: you pass the Dellamortes and the de Rivas at the Opera

for the first talon ceremony in my fic Rookie

had fun with the clothes for this one!! notes on my thoughts for House Crests and symbols below the cut

(this is all headcanon)

On House Dellamorte One of the oldest Crow Houses with roots in nobility, House Dellamorte is unique in favouring a single bloodline for their guildmasters. They are famous for breeding particularly skilled assassins, as well as enduring several violent political upheavals throughout history. Their main colours are purple and silver on a sombre black. Their crest and symbols are: the bone-white Crow's Skull, the Black Feather, and the Lily, symbolising death and rebirth.

Lucanis and Illario are both equally in contention for First Talon in this story, and so wear matching outfits for the Opera. Their clothing is inspired by noble knights with an Antivan flair, and of course their own personal style.

On House de Riva A relatively new Crow House, House de Riva originates from a sea-faring merchant guild, and is named for the shore from which they make their riches. They are known for their swift but steady rise in power, wealth and reputation, as well as being politically savvy. Their main colours are ocean blue and gold on deep navy. Their crest and symbols are: the navigational North Star over a sea of Waves, and the Tear of the widow left behind.

Viago reflects a more military/navy style of uniform as a hint of his royal patronage - but still refined and elegant, as is his taste. Rook wears the inverse of his colours to match, with bold colours but in a simple cut, as she has no real status or history yet to boast of.

#dragon age #lucanis dellamorte #illario dellamorte #viago de riva #rook de riva #its not even happened yet in rookie lol #its next chapter #but i needed a visual of what they were going to wear to set up in the latest chapter and got carried away #and then i was like damn #do i need to make up my own symbolism and crest for each house #and guess i did #im prob not even going to describe it that much in the chapters but whatever #anyway i wish illario and lucanis wore more matchy matchy outfits #i just think itd be cute

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machinemonstrosity · 3 months ago

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hjust a qusetion but , would you consider writing for the minions of mafioso's...... im really fond of them freaks << 3 3 33 .

WARNINGS - NONE , silly headcanons for mafioso's henchmen , technically not an x reader but i don't know how else to tag it

a/n - i didn't know what to write since there's nothing about these guys other than one render......i'll write more next time, i promise! working through mobile sucks so i apologize if the image sizes and qualities are bad.

Mafioso's henchmen act like goofy cartoon villain sidekicks. While they can be serious and will get the job done, most of the time people are wondering how they even got into the mafia in the first place. They're a capable group of minions — just not the best in terms of scare factor.

To conceal their actual names, they nicknamed themselves with numbers. They also thought it sounded cooler.

ONE (1)

Out of everyone who tried to puff out their chest to claim the title, 1 received it due to being the oldest and most skilled of the group.

He's the most reasonable and level-headed of the henchmen, although that doesn't mean much. They all tend to bounce the same brain cell around like a game of hot potato.

The most stubborn when it comes to the gang's shenanigans and plans. Yet every time, without fail, he'll still cave and tag along. “Can't let the rest of ‘em get in trouble without me.” As he says.

He doesn't really express as much emotion as the others, but he will crack a noticeable smile or chuckle on occasion. Catching 1 letting out a full-on laugh is rare, normally only being something that happens with the rest of the minions. You're doing something right if he laughs around you.

TWO (2)

King of being competitive. Will absolutely take every small achievement or victory of his as a challenge to do better, especially if it's other people's. It happens to be playfully mutual among the others.

2 beats everyone at knife fights. Including 1.

He has a tendency to be the instigator of chaos. When they're inevitably caught causing a ruckus, all fingers are instantly pointing to him. Everyone still gets punished for it despite the snitching.

The tallest of the group. The running joke is that the tophat is the only reason for his placement on the height chart.

THREE (3)

The loudest of the group and the first to humor a terrible idea. That crowbar is always itching to be used.

3 is very short-tempered. He was unofficially banned from handling interrogations as the result of a group vote. The incident still isn't discussed to this day and is somehow still hidden from Mafioso.

Normally the last to show up for duty. This guy is an absolute night owl and stays up until the early hours of the morning.

Magically, laundry duty always falls onto 3. Very cruel magic that has the other henchmen giggling and smiling like kids in a candy store. Laundry day rotations are basically nonexistent now.

FOUR (4)

Being the youngest of the group, 4 is a certified rookie. It gets him picked on sometimes, but it's all in good fun.

Surprisingly, he's only the second shortest of the group.

One of the most unconvincing gang members the world has ever seen. 4 is friendly to a fault, having gotten into multiple sticky situations in his naivety. His inexperience is sympathized with, but the boys are trying their hardest to toughen him up a bit.

No matter how many times the henchmen get asked about why they joined the mafia, 4 is the only one who never gives an answer.

Around you, the boys would be total sweethearts! They have one rule: if the big boss is alright with you, it's a pass in their book, too. Whether they were ordered to or not, they'll insist on keeping a careful eye on you and ensuring you're safe and sound. Escorts and free lunch are your new normal.

It may be a bit overbearing at times, but their hearts are in the right places.

Just know it won't be them answering the call if you get hurt. At that point, they're only the messengers.

#📝 REQUESTS #forsaken #forsaken x reader

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