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It was another quiet night at the lake house, and you found yourself standing in the kitchen, mindlessly scrolling through your phone while you grabbed a glass of water. The usual crew was here, just like every summer—Cole, Trevor, and the Three Stooges, aka the Hughes brothers. Later in the week, more of their Michigan buddies would be arriving, but for now, you were content just savoring the peace of having everyone you grew up with under the same roof. It was rare since they were always apart during the season.

As close as you all were, there was a secret you’d been keeping from the guys. You and Quinn had started dating during one of the Vancouver Connections New Year’s Eve parties. You’d been one of the equipment managers with the team, and since there was a strict no-fraternizing policy with the players, you two had to keep it under wraps. It had been six months now, and every single one of those months had been the best of your life. The only reason you hadn’t told the others was because you’d been friends for so long, and you weren’t sure how they’d take it.

You were pulled from your thoughts by the creak of the old wooden stairs, signaling footsteps making their way toward the kitchen. You looked up and saw a half-awake, messy-haired Quinn stumbling toward you. A smile tugged at your lips as he rubbed his eyes, clearly still fighting sleep. You two had been assigned separate rooms, which meant he’d had to share a bed with Luke. He didn’t mind at first, but that was before he discovered Luke’s tendency to kick in his sleep.

It was still early in the morning when Quinn wandered over to you, glancing at the microwave clock and seeing it read 1:38. Everyone would have to be up at 6:00 to get ready for the boat trip, but here he was, drawn to you. You set your phone and glass of water quietly on the counter, and he took that as his cue to pull you into a warm embrace. You melted into him instantly, wrapping your arms around his waist and squeezing him softly. He pulled away just enough to lean against the counter beside you, his gaze never leaving yours.

“What’s got you awake?” you asked gently, your fingers grazing the stray hairs falling across his forehead as you pushed them back.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he replied with a teasing smile, raising his eyebrows.

You couldn’t help but laugh at how cliché the moment felt—a tired late-night exchange in the kitchen, with both of you trying to make sense of why you were awake.

“Yeah, yeah, I hear it too” he chuckled, shaking his head and dismissing the playful line.

The two of you settled into a comfortable silence, side by side. Quinn leaned on his forearms against the counter while you absentmindedly ran your fingers through his hair, gently playing with the strands. It was moments like these, when the world outside was quiet and still, that you cherished the most. Since no one knew you were dating, you couldn’t be as affectionate as you usually would be in public—no kissing or hugging whenever you felt like it. But here, in this peaceful, private space, you could just be.

“Quinn,” you hummed softly, breaking the silence as you turned your gaze to meet his.

He hummed in response but continued to scroll through his phone. You smiled and continued to play with his hair, smiling just at the back of his head before saying, “I love you.”

You couldn’t see his face, but you knew Quinn was smiling. All he did was turn his head to look up at you.

“I love you too,” he smiled back.

Your hand moved from playing with the hair at the nape of his neck to running your finger along his jawline, just smiling at him. Quinn took advantage of the moment and turned his body so his lower back was leaning against the counter, your hand now reaching upwards towards his jaw.

“I really love you,” you whispered to him.

His smile grew a little bit bigger, and his eyebrows knitted with confusion at the sudden repeating affirmation.

“ I Really love you too,” he repeated back to me, a breathy laugh leaving his lips. Your hand moved to his broad chest, just holding it there as you looked up and smiled at him.

You still couldn’t believe that you were able to say that Quinn Hughes was in love with you. When you think back to the day that you formally met Quinn, it always brought a warm feeling too. You were walking through one of the hallways in Rogers Arena with a hot coffee in hand, trying to flip through the multiple pieces of paper on your clipboard with one hand, clearly struggling. You turned the corner to go to your office, but you were so engulfed with all the things you had to do marked on your clipboard that you didn’t see the captain of the Vancouver Canucks right around the corner, causing you to collide directly into him.

Your clipboard became unhinged, your papers went everywhere, and your coffee spilled all over him. You remembered how flustered you were when you looked up and saw that it was Quinn Hughes. Sure, you’d been in the room with the Canucks team multiple times and knew the players, but you’d never really talked to them or gotten to know them.

You just kept apologizing as if it was a reflex, moving your hand to try and wipe off the coffee from his Vancouver Canucks warm-up t-shirt until you realized you were basically rubbing his chest, and you froze and pulled your hand back.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” you repeated for the 100th time. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

You remembered when you looked up at Quinn after apologizing profusely, all he had was a dorky smile on his face, and he slightly laughed at your flusteredness.

“Don’t apologize, you’re good,” he knelt down to help you pick up your papers, and you followed him, picking them up as well.

As Quinn was picking them up, he knew he shouldn’t have been, but he was looking at what was on the papers. One of the papers that he picked up was printed tickets for the next game—your mom and your dad were coming to Vancouver to see you, and you thought it would be nice if you could use your discount and get them tickets, even though they were still quite pricey. Quinn picked up the piece of paper flipped it to show you and said:

��You bought tickets?” he said, as if it was something so crazy.

“Oh yeah, my mom and dad are coming into town, and I thought I would surprise them with tickets,” you told him, shrugging your shoulders.

“These were like $500 each,” he said, quite shocked, looking at the pieces of paper again, checking the seating, and seeing that it was right behind the Vancouver home bench.

“Yeah, I just really wanted to surprise them. My dad’s a huge Vancouver fan, and I wanted to give them good seats.” You really didn’t think it was a big deal that you spent a bunch of money on Vancouver tickets—thousands of fans do it every night.

“Do equipment managers not get tickets for free?” he asked, handing you the pieces of paper he picked up, and you both finally stood back up.

Why is he actually talking to me? you thought. You were one of the equipment managers, but you weren’t one of the most important ones. You were one of the newest hires; you’d only been there for a year. Most players just walked right past you, giving you a nod or a smile but never a conversation.

“A lot of the higher-ups get more of a discount. I just get a little bit, probably just for compensation,” you tried to act like it was no big deal, not wanting to make it seem like it was really a big problem to you.

“That’s bullshit. No way,” he scoffed, still slightly smiling. “The players get free tickets anytime they want to bring immediate family to games, sometimes even friends,” he informed you.

You laughed, but you weren’t sure if it was because you were nervous about the hotshot Vancouver captain talking to you or if you were just nervous. “As much as I want to be, I’m not an NHL player, so it’s just the way it goes, I guess.”

Quinn just shook his head in response. “No, that’s so dumb. I got you. I don’t have any friends or family coming tonight since it’s just a normal home game. I’ll get those tickets for you for free.”

You opened your mouth to speak for a second but immediately closed it. He was going to pay for my tickets? you thought? “You don’t have to do that, it’s totally fine,” you tried to be dismissive and wave him off, just thinking it was a nice thing to say, not something he would actually do, but he kept persisting.

“No, I’ll talk to somebody, I’ll get it done. That’s bullshit that you don’t get it for free.” You kept shaking your head at his words, but you knew this was going nowhere. You’ve worked in sports for a long time, and you’ve come to realize that men who play sports are even more stubborn than men in general.

“You said your dad’s a big Vancouver fan too, right?” he asked you.

You just simply responded with, “Yeah, yeah, he is.”

“It should be a clean swipe of a game. Here, I’ll give you my number so you can bring your parents down to meet the team if they want to.” He gently took the clipboard and the pen that was attached to it out of your hands and wrote his phone number on the ticket piece of paper.

You watched him as he wrote his number, but he was writing for too long for it to just be a number. Your heart was beating out of your chest. You couldn’t decide if he was just being nice or if he was hitting on you. You assumed that the whole entire Vancouver hockey team got girls every single night, so you didn’t want to read into it. He handed you back the clipboard. You were too nervous to even look down at the number with him standing in front of you.

“Just text me before the game so I know it’s your number, and I can let you know when they can come down. I’ll tell the guys and everything, don’t worry.” He shrugged as if it was no big deal like it was no big deal that your dad was about to meet his favorite team.

“Do your parents have jerseys?” he asked you, running his hands through his hair.

The whole entire time that he was talking to you, you completely forgot that he had coffee poured all over his navy blue shirt, and it seemed like he completely forgot too.

“Yeah, I know my mom has an old Luongo jersey, and my dad has a Garland jersey,” you informed him.

You were embarrassed to say it, but you smiled at the sound of his laugh, hearing that your dad had a Connor Garland jersey.

“Oh my God, Garland’s going to chirp me about that forever,” he laughed.

“Why would he chirp you?” you asked, curious.

You were pretty sure that the players and the team didn’t even know your name. One or two of them would just call you by your last name if they actually needed you for something. God forbid they’ve never seen your office, so they would never see your name tag outside on the wall.

“No, it’s nothing. Don’t worry,” he laughed, dismissing it as he took a step back, signaling that he was going to leave to get ready for the game tonight. “Just make sure you text my number before you bring your parents down, okay?”

You cleared your throat before you spoke, watching him walk away but for some reason, he looked back at you multiple times, smiling.

“Yeah, I will. Don’t worry. Thank you so much.”

“Don’t mention it. It’s the least I could do.” He smiled, sending you a quick wave. “I’ll see you tonight, Y/n.”

What? You were genuinely shocked to hear that Quinn Hughes even knew your name. This was the first time you’d ever really talked to him. You held your clipboard in one of your hands tightly just out of pure nervousness and looked down, seeing his number on your receipt paper for your tickets. And you also noticed the small note he left:

Sorry for spilling your coffee, I guess I’ll just have to take you out and get you another one sometime.

You still can’t believe that that was how you met your boyfriend, now 6 months later. When you went to work that day, you never expected to get Quinn Hughes’s number, have him reimburse you for two tickets behind the home bench, and also allow your parents to meet the whole entire team and get their jerseys signed.

And he did pay you back for that coffee. He still does it every morning. As for his teammates, they just think that he did something nice for one of the workers at Rogers Arena, but he was really trying to impress you and find an excuse to see you again.

It was still just you and Quinn in the kitchen, and you both knew that you had to go to bed if you were going to get up early to get on the boat with the guys in the morning. You slightly patted his chest, signaling that it was time to get moving.

“I want you to spend the night with me,” you whispered to him.

He tilted his head at you for a quick second.

“I’ll have to go back to Luke’s room before he wakes up then,” he told you, squeezing your waist slightly.

“I know,” you whispered, grabbing his hand and leading him back to your room.

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nightowl822 · 6 months ago

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17 October 2010, Chris Pine in Vancouver.

3 June 2009, Zachary Quinto in Mexico City.

29 March 1968, TOS226 Assignment: Earth.

17 November 2011, 2011 GQ Men of the Year party held at Chateau Marmont in Los Angeles.

The forerunner and the successor.

*Unfortunately I'm not able to identify when and where the photos of Shatner and Nimoy were taken.

It would be greatly appreciated if someone could help me out with that.

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roosterforme · 2 years ago

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How You Play the Game Part 8 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley was miserable without you, and the pain just wasn't lessening even though you left him weeks ago. He needed to find a way to move on, because you didn't want him, and you weren't coming back. But he should have known there was no substitute for the best thing he'd ever had.

Warnings: Swears, broken heart, angst, consensual sex, sex with a condom while intoxicated (18+)

Length: 5000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x female reader

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Weeks later...

As you flew to Vancouver from Detroit, you thought about that six hour flight to Boston where you hadn't stopped crying for a single minute. You thought about leaving San Diego and how it broke your heart to move on to the next city and the next assignment. At least this time you had a window seat instead of the middle seat in the last row. And this time you weren't continually wiping your tears on Bradley's Padres jersey.

You had his jersey on again today, but this time you felt calm as you reached into your bag to take out your computer and read over the research you'd outlined about the Vancouver Canucks. Your eyes caught on the blue golf ball, and after a second of hesitation, you reached for that instead.

You'd taken it everywhere with you. It joined you in every hotel room, on every flight and in every rental car. You had it with you in your tote bag when you were in Boston about a month ago working on the exclusive with the Bruins' coaching staff. You were carrying it when you bumped into Abigail Archer for the first time in person.

With your article completely forgotten now, you dug your phone out of your pocket. It was in airplane mode, but you took a deep breath and unlocked it. You had to scroll a bit to get to the text thread with Bradley, and then you tapped his name and you almost let the tears rise to the surface. You held them back as you read the series of sporadic messages he'd sent you since early November.

I miss you.

Did you make it to Boston safely?

Ace, please call me back. I miss you so much.

I have this whole weekend off, and I can't help but think it would be easy for me to fly to wherever you are. If you would want that.

I still miss you.

I hope you're doing well.

You hadn't responded to a single one of them. And you never called him back either. But sometimes, when you were in a hotel room in a city that you couldn't even identify without looking at your calendar app, you'd get lonely enough to listen to his voicemail message. See ya, Ace.

It took until you met Bradley Bradshaw for you to really understand just how lonely you were. Going back to your apartment in New York City didn't feel like going home. There was nothing there that made you smile. There were no baseball cards or too small Angels tee shirts. There was no Bradley making sure you were taking a break when you needed one.

And he was part of the reason why you let yourself start to be convinced that you could have more out of your career. Maybe he was right. Somebody else might have something better to offer than Greg or the New York Times. When you talked to Abigail and started to test the waters, it wasn't as terrifying as you thought it would be. Making some calls to see what else was out there ended up validating one fact for you: Bradley was right, your writing was in high demand.

But you had to complete your contract with Greg before you could do much else. And that included Detroit and Vancouver. But you hoped after this, your work-life balance might improve. If you decided to take this information back to Bradley, you hoped he would listen to you. Maybe he would even see what you wrote about your career change in your Detroit Red Wings article. If he was even still reading your articles. There was a chance he might still miss you now, and maybe he'd understand that you needed to see the bigger picture for yourself first.

Before you left him alone in his bed, he told you that you knew where to find him. He made you feel like it was still okay to go there.

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Bradley walked past his coffee table dressed in his flight suit with his travel mug of coffee in his hand. He paused at the front door and looked back at the mess he still couldn't bring himself to clean up. You left him weeks ago, damn near a month ago, but he just couldn't bring himself to clean up all of the fucking baseball cards.

He closed his eyes and took a calming breath. He was being ridiculous. He was never ridiculous before he met you, so you must have made him this way. Every time he tried to clean them up and put them back out in his garage, his hands faltered and he left the cards out on the table. It was like some sort of sick reminder that you'd really been here with him. It was a way to convince himself he didn't imagine up the perfect woman in his mind and then have to live through the aftermath of watching her leave.

He tightened his fingers around his mug and rubbed the heel of his other hand against his eyes. Then he took his phone out. He knew he shouldn't do it since you never answered his other messages before, but he texted you anyway.

I hope you're doing well.

When he re-read what he'd sent, he started to panic. It sort of sounded like he meant it with an air of finality. The last thing he wanted was for you to think that he didn't want to hear from you, because it was quite the opposite. There were times when he felt so lonely, he'd have done anything for you to write to him or call him back.

He swore he could still smell you in his house, and right now it felt a little too much like you were there. He wrenched his front door open and slammed it closed behind him, breathing in the crisp December morning air. He had to start making some changes, and he needed to do it this week. You weren't going to respond to him. After four weeks he should accept that as a fact and stop bugging you.

He'd been skipping Hard Deck nights and leaving the locker room after work without really talking to anyone. Nat knew why he was miserable, but even she seemed surprised it had gone on for this long.

A few days ago, she said, "You've never behaved like this over a woman before. This has all just been very surprising, and I don't know how to help you."

Bradley had shrugged and laughed sarcastically. "Well, I fell in love with her. First time for everything, right? I'll know better for next time."

And that was the truly fucked up part. He had fallen in love with you over the course of ten days. As he drove to work, he thought about your face and your voice. He knew exactly how many miles he put on his Bronco driving back and forth to see you at the games in Anaheim. He knew exactly how much money he spent on all the tickets. He knew how badly it hurt right now to be without you. And he knew he'd repeat everything all over again if he could see you for five minutes.

Just like every other day, he had to collect himself before he could head inside to the locker room. There was no getting his time with you back. There was no second chance. There was no communication. He needed to stop. He took off his aviators that you'd liked so much and set them in his cup holder. When he checked the time on his phone, he had a notification that a new article from you had been posted eight minutes ago. It was like this every day. He'd wait to see each morning if you'd written anything, and then after it was posted, he'd read it at least three times.

Your final World Series article was the worst one. It was released two days after you left. He must have read it a hundred times. He'd even take a screenshot of the short passage he was certain was about him.

This World Series was exciting and dynamic for so many reasons. We witnessed some of the best major league pitching in the last decade, and there were more stolen bases than the past three finals combined. Professionally, I may never witness anything like this again. And I can even tell you that on a personal level, I was profoundly changed for the better by everything I allowed myself to experience and enjoy between San Diego and Anaheim over the course of the series.

Bradley looked at his phone screen now. It had to stop. He desperately wanted to read your article on the Detroit Red Wings, but he needed to make this feeling stop. It was like he was constantly in pain every time he thought about you or even simply read your name on his phone. Your written words were never going to help him move on, so he needed to do something about it right now while he felt like he could.

He deleted the New York Times app. He thought about deleting your number as well, but he needed to save some of his strength to get through his workday. So he just tucked his phone in his pocket and climbed out of the Bronco.

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When Bradley walked into the Hard Deck on Friday night after work, he felt defeated and exhausted. He managed to delete the app you wrote for, but he still couldn't bring himself to delete your phone number. Moving on was a necessity right now. He didn't even know why he bothered to come to the bar, but staying home and looking at baseball cards on his coffee table didn't seem to be helping him.

"You're here!" Nat called out as soon as he walked inside. The bar was decorated for Christmas. Was it that close to the holidays? He'd completely lost track of the weeks, but at the same time, he knew exactly how many days it had been since he'd seen you. His mind was too aware of that number, and it tacked a new one on each day.

"Hey," Bradley managed to grunt when his friend came over to him and wrapped him up in a hug. The Christmas tree and the strings of lights blurred, and he had to close his eyes. He was missing the feel of your arms around him and the way you smelled. None of this was Nat's fault or anyone's fault really. Bradley didn't even blame you. He couldn't. You and he were nothing.

"Let me get you a drink," Nat whispered, and she took him by the hand. He recognized the upbeat Christmas song, and he saw the guys waving from the pool table. But when he turned to face the bar, Shannon was right there with her usual smile and a pint glass in her hand. He didn't know why he wasn't expecting her. The last time he saw her was when he brought you here, and he'd give anything to go back to that night.

Bradley just shook his head. "Something stronger. Please." Shannon raised one eyebrow at him and set the pint glass down in favor of a whiskey tumbler and a bottle of Johnnie Walker. "Yeah."

"Haven't seen you around in a few weeks," she said, watching the amber liquid slosh neatly up the side of the glass as she poured. "Kinda missed you." She met his eyes as she pushed the glass across the bar. "You look so sad."

He held eye contact with her, trying his best to push the intrusive thoughts away. "Maybe I'll be around more now," he muttered, downing the whole drink in one go and setting the glass down again.

Shannon was familiar to him. Comfortable. He'd been messing around with women for damn near two decades without any deep feelings. You were really his first foray into something... more. But you were gone. You didn't want to talk to him. You weren't coming back.

She refilled his glass and said, "Take this one a little slower, Bradley." He nodded before downing it just like the first one, and she kind of smirked and shook her head. "You'll pay for this in the morning."

He laughed sardonically. "That's the idea." He left the empty glass on the bar with a little nod indicating that he would be back. He desperately needed to clear his head, but he'd been trying everything for weeks. Taking a walk outside, having a cold shower, going for a drive. Nothing fucking helped.

He needed to forget the feel of your body and the sound of your voice. So he drank an extravagant amount of Johnnie Walker on Nat's tab, and he started to feel looser. He laughed at her when she asked how many he had so far.

"Don't worry. I'll pay you back," he rasped with a smile that he knew could charm every woman except for his best friend.

She just rubbed her hand up and down his arm and said, "I hope you know what you're doing. Let me know when you want me to get you home."

He kissed her cheek. "I'm fine, Nat. Just fine." He finished his tumbler and tried to remember if that was his fifth or his sixth, but it didn't matter. He was warm now, and his lips were a little numb. This was exactly what he needed tonight. After he shot a round of pool and lost, he flipped through the jukebox, but it was all bullshit Christmas music. He wasn't in the mood. He thought about playing the piano, but there was an empty stool at the bar now, so he headed in that direction.

"One more?" Bradley asked Shannon as he sat, and she reached out to touch his cheek.

"You sure you really need one?"

"Yep," he said, swallowing against the lump in his throat as she swam out of focus for a split second. "Just one more. It'll make it easier."

She turned away from him to get one more clean glass. Then she filled it for him. "Thanks, Shannon," he muttered when she set it down in front of him. He was leaning on his propped up hand, and he knew she was kind of pretty. But he knew you were prettier and funnier and smarter.

"You can't have what you want," he mumbled to himself after Shannon walked away. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, unlocked it and just looked at the screen. Delete it. He had to. He opened his contacts, and there you were right at the fucking top.

Ace

You'd always be at the top, wouldn't you?

Instead of deleting your number, he sent you a text before he could reconsider.

Ace, I fell in love with you.

Fuck. Fuck! You didn't want him. And there was no way to take that message back now. He closed his eyes and shook his head, because he couldn't tell if he was about to cry or laugh. He was fucking miserable. Truly, he'd never experienced this before, and it hurt like hell. His thumb hovered over your name once again, but he couldn't delete it. He drank the whiskey and tried again. But still nothing.

He watched Shannon move around behind the bar. She wasn't you. She wasn't what he wanted, but when she announced that it was last call, she made her way over to him.

"But no more for you," she teased, reaching to take his glass away. But he had her wrist in his hand before he registered what he was doing. She looked a little surprised. The tears were in his eyes again, but maybe it wasn't so obvious to her. He couldn't say the words. He needed her to be the one. When he licked his lips, she leaned a little closer. "I'm done in fifteen. Are you interested? Or are you too drunk?"

He took a deep breath as his eyes closed. He needed to try to move on. The pain needed to stop, or else he didn't know what he would do. Right now he was numb enough. It was now or never. "I'm interested."

Bradley was very aware of what he was doing, it just vaguely seemed like someone else was doing it. He gave his keys to Shannon once they were outside. "Remember where I live?" he asked, walking toward the Bronco.

"Of course I do," she whispered.

He found himself with his back against the passenger side door with Shannon's lips on his. It felt fine. Would probably feel better the more he got used to it again. He could do this. He kissed her back and told her to drive, because he knew he shouldn't.

She drove and parked and took him by the hand, leading him inside his house. As soon as he saw the baseball cards, he wanted to upend his coffee table. He wanted to do this and get it over with and go to sleep for a week. And if he didn't feel better after that, then he didn't know what he was going to do.

When Shannon tried to turn on his bedroom light, he took her hand in his and guided it away from the switch. "Too bright," he mumbled, and she started to get undressed. He stumbled across the hallway to the bathroom and closed the door. When he looked in the mirror, he'd never seen anything quite so pitiful. He splashed a little water on his face, but it just made his flushed cheeks stand out more. He dug around under the sink for some condoms he thought he still had. When his hand closed around the box, he sat back against the wall and cried.

He had no idea how long he was in the bathroom. He took his shirt off and used it to wipe his face. You didn't want him. He went back to his bedroom where Shannon was naked on his bed, her skin glowing in the light filtering in from the bathroom where he forgot to flip the switch off.

"Fuck," he grunted, running his fingers through his hair. But she must have taken that as a sign that he was ready to go. He wasn't, but he told himself he was. She touched him, and he let her. She kissed him some more, and he let her do that, too. He reciprocated. He knew to do that much. But it didn't feel like anything. He fucked her, but it just wasn't right. And then he fell asleep with a throbbing head and an aching heart and the wrong woman next to him.

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It had been years since Bradley had a hangover. When he opened his eyes, his left arm was hanging off of his bed, and his face was halfway smashed in his pillow. His mouth was completely dry, and he tried to press his lips together and swallow. He had no idea how he got home or what time it was.

"Oh, shit," he groaned. He texted you last night. When he was sitting at the bar. He was pretty sure he told you he fell in love with you. He knew you wouldn't write back. You must have blocked his number by now. He was probably texting nobody by this point, but it still hurt like hell that you didn't want him the way he wanted you.

Then he remembered what he did after he texted you, and the bile rose in his throat so quickly. Shannon was right there next to him when he turned his head. He let her sleep over. He never let her sleep over before this. She was in your spot. He needed her gone immediately.

"Hey," he grunted, his throat like sandpaper. "Shannon. You need to leave."

She rolled over and glared at him. "Still tired," she whispered, completely naked in his bed.

"Please," he begged. He was so fucking stupid, it was incredible. Now he was miserable and hungover and angry with himself. "I need you to."

She sighed and stretched, and Bradley made a beeline for the bathroom, stepping on a condom wrapper on the way. At least there was that. Then he emptied the contents of his stomach into the toilet. He sat back against the wall for a few minutes, afraid there might be more he had to throw up. He knew his head was throbbing due more to the fact that he regretted everything he did last night with Shannon than him drinking most of a bottle of whiskey.

There was tapping on the door. "If you want me to leave, I need to use the bathroom."

"Give me a minute," he groaned, standing up and looking at himself in the mirror. There were dark circles under his eyes and he looked pale. When he brushed his teeth, he felt the tears burning behind his eyes once again. Was this ever going to stop? It had been more than a month.

Bradley rinsed his mouth and opened the door, barely looking at Shannon as she walked past him, still naked. He went back into his bedroom for a pair of clean underwear and some gym shorts and fought the urge to put all of his bedding in the washing machine. He couldn't even be in here right now, so he left for the kitchen. And he passed the fucking baseball cards again. He would have to throw them away or ask someone to come get them, because he needed them gone as much as he needed Shannon to leave.

As he turned on his coffee maker, he heard someone knocking on his front door. He already wanted this fucking day to end. He tried not to look at the baseball cards as he passed the table and wrenched his front door open, and then his jaw dropped in surprise.

"Bradley. Hi."

He braced his hand against the door frame as he looked at you standing there on his tiny porch. You were wearing his Padres jersey. He had to be hallucinating. This had to be a dream. You were here.

"Ace."

He watched your face light up at the nickname, and you laughed softly as you examined him like you'd been dying to see him. He gripped the doorframe a little harder as he reached his other hand out to cup your chin and feel your silky skin.

"Holy shit, Baby. What are you doing here?" His heart was pounding, but he felt somehow normal again. Just like he had five weeks ago before you left him in a state of panic.

"I came to see you." He stroked his thumb along your lip, but you didn't back away. In fact you took a tiny step closer as you added, "I have to be up in Anaheim tomorrow afternoon for some Ducks interviews, but I wanted to see you first. I thought we could talk."

Your eyes were open and earnest, and Bradley felt weak as he looked at his jersey on you. He let his hand drop away from your face, because he had no idea what to say to you right now. He had convinced himself he'd never see you again. "Did you get my texts? Or did you block my number?"

You pressed your lips together and then whispered, "I got your texts. And I've listened to your voicemail a lot. I've missed you." Bradley watched you smile tentatively and give him a little shrug.

"You missed me," he said in disbelief. "And you got my messages. And you missed me. And you're wearing my jersey."

You looked down at yourself and laughed. "I've been wearing pretty frequently, actually. Turns out I don't have a dress code at my new office, which ironically is in Houston now, but I hardly ever have to be there in person."

When you met his eyes again, he asked. "New office?" He was so confused as he reached out and stroked your cheek with his fingers again just to try to make sure you were still real.

"Yeah," you said softly, taking another step closer to him. "I have you to thank for that. I have you to thank for a lot of things." You bit your lip before you said, "I left the New York Times. I just finished my last assignment for Greg yesterday. I'm working on a brand new piece now. I actually begged my new employer to let me come back to California for the Anaheim Ducks article even though it's a bit of a fluff piece, because it meant I could come here and tell you that I'm happier now."

"You are?" he asked, unsure what you meant by that. He was having a hard time listening to your voice and looking at your face at the same time, and he wondered how he'd managed ten days in your presence for the World Series. You were just so overwhelmingly perfect.

"Yes, Bradley. You made me think about my career, and I kind of took the time to change some of my priorities. Because if there's a man as incredible as you who is willing to take a chance on me, then I can take the same kind of chance on myself."

"Ace."

You smiled up at what he was sure was a look of longing on his face. "I'm working for Velocity Report now, and I'm going to have a lot more time off between assignments. Which is important, because you reminded me that I need to take breaks and eat and take care of myself. Even when you're not around."

"I loved doing that for you," he gasped, suddenly dying to kiss you.

"Yeah, well, you were really good at it," you said as your smile faded a little bit. "But that's why I'm here. To tell you all of this in person. You deserve to hear it in person instead of over the phone, especially since I never responded to you. I wanted to, but I just wasn't ready until now. And I don't know if you read what I said about you in my Detroit Red Wings article... but, I still miss you. And I love you."

His heart was pounding so hard, he thought he was going to pass out. "You love me?" he asked, absolutely needing you to say it again for him as your eyes drifted to where the box of baseball cards was still out on the coffee table.

Your smile grew as you reached out for his hand and tugged him closer like you were going to kiss him. "Yes, I do. I love-"

Bradley heard a noise behind him, and his heart sank as his eyes went wide. You were looking off to the side, and he heard Shannon's voice. "Oh, sorry." He turned to see her with a puzzled look on her face. He had completely forgotten she was even here. After a few minutes in your presence, you were the only thing that mattered.

"Oh my god," you gasped, wrenching yourself away from Bradley. "Oh, fuck." You looked at him with your hands on your forehead and tears in your eyes. "You know what? Forget I was even here. I'm sorry," you gasped, turning on your heel and walking full speed across his yard to the black car that was parked at his curb.

It took him a second, but then he was right behind you. "Ace! No, Baby, you don't understand." But it didn't look like you were listening as you dug the keys to your rental car out of your pocket. "Ace! Please!" He ran barefoot out onto the street to try to beat you to the car door, but you were too fast. When he reached for your hand and spun you around to face him, you had tears streaming down your cheeks.

He was frozen, clinging to your hand as you whispered, "She's the bartender. I should have never come here."

"No," he begged, stepping into your personal space, but you kept dodging him. "It's nothing. I want you here. I need you here."

But you pulled your hand free and reached for the door handle as you sobbed, and it broke Bradley's heart. "I need to go."

He was ready to drop to his knees. "She doesn't mean anything, Ace! Please! I missed you too, Baby! I've been miserable without you, okay? You have no idea."

You wouldn't even look at him now as you pushed him out of the way so you could climb in the car. He felt all of his dreams slipping through his fingers twice now as you slammed the door closed, started the engine and drove.

"Ace!" he shouted running alongside your door until you hit the accelerator and left him standing in the middle of his street without shoes on. "Ace. I love you," he whispered as you turned left at the end of his block, and then you were out of sight.

Bradley sank down until he was squatting with his face buried in his palms. "Fuck!" he screamed, the sound only slightly muffled as he jumped up to his feet and made his way back to his house where Shannon was standing on his porch. She looked disgusted as another car pulled up in front of his house.

"Why are we sleeping together if you're clearly in love with her?" she asked, barely looking at him as she headed toward her Uber. "You should go take care of that."

As Bradley watched her away, he tried to pinpoint exactly how he'd fucked all of this up. He wondered if there was any way to fix it. Once again, he couldn't breathe correctly as that crushing feeling returned to his lungs. This feeling has vanished for those few minutes he was with you again.

"Maybe you don't even deserve her," he told himself as he walked back inside alone, thinking about how for a minute there, you'd loved him back.

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Oh, Bradley. Oh, you sweet thing. Should I add one more part? Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 9

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theemporium · 2 years ago

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now you got me thinking of reader going silent around finals and she’s stressed and overwhelmed and not eating and just feeling miserable and she doesn’t want to drag Quinn into this feeling when he needs to focus

and somehow it lines up with his bye week and he flies to Michigan to check on her and just care for her and she feels so guilty but he keeps reassuring her that he wants to take care of her

i put this in the quinn x luke's bff!reader universe! thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

Quinn knew something was up when your most consistent messages were coming through at four in the morning.

He knew you were going to be overwhelmed with assignments and finals around this time of the year. He knew your responses might not be as consistent, or that facetimes would be less likely with you spending most of your time in the library. Quinn knew this, but there was a tug in his gut that something wasn’t quite right.

He tried to ignore it. He tried to just reassure himself that he was being a bit overbearing and that you were fine, that you just needed to push through this stint of exams and everything would be normal again. He tried, but one phone call with Luke talking about how worried he was when he hadn’t heard from you in almost three days.

Quinn didn't even think twice when he booked a ticket straight back to Michigan. If he was being honest, he hadn’t even thought it through. He vaguely messaged some teammates that he was leaving the city, and then he packed a bag and left for the airport.

He had sent a message to you but it was left unread even by the time he landed in Michigan. He got a taxi straight to your apartment, bag thrown over his shoulder as he knocked on your door. He was grateful he had a spare key to your apartment, even if his stomach twisted a little at having to use it when your location said you were home.

His stomach dropped in when he walked inside and saw the state of the flat. It was messy and it was dark and then, he saw a body slumped over the dining table and he felt a little disappointed in himself that he hadn’t picked up on the signs sooner.

“Baby,” he muttered as he dropped his bag by the door, quickly rushing over to you. The table was covered in papers and textbooks and your laptop opened up at a lecture video. You were passed out uncomfortably on a notebook, looking absolutely shattered from the days on days on days of studying. “Wake up for me, honey.”

It took a few minutes before your eyes began to blink open, your brows furrowed together in confusion as you took in the sight of the crouched boy in front of you. It took a few more seconds before you realised it was Quinn, and a few more before you realised that he was actually in front of you—in Michigan when he was supposed to be in Vancouver.

“Quinn?”

“Hey, pretty girl,” he murmured with a soft smile on his lips, reaching to gently push some hair out of your face. “You scared me for a second.”

“M’sorry,” you murmured, sitting up with a groan as you felt your muscles ache at your awkward position. “What are you doing here?”

“Checking up on you,” he said as he glanced around at the apartment around you. “Baby, this isn't okay.”

You let out a heavy sigh. “But I need to study—”

“Maybe, but you also need to take care of yourself,” he said with a sheepish smile on his face. “But it’s okay, because I am here. And I’m gonna take care of my girl.”

Your face softened. “Quinn—”

“Nuh uh, whatever you’re gonna say, don’t.” He said with a shake of his head as he reached to softly cup your face. “I’m gonna take care of my smart girl, okay? And you’re gonna let me.”

“I’m sorry for dragging you out here,” you murmured in a shy voice. “I know this was your week off—”

“Please,” Quinn scoffed, shaking his head. “Sitting in Vancouver listening to Petey yap on or hanging out with my girl? I think it’s an easy choice.”

You snorted. “I’m telling Petey you said that.”

“I’ll happily tell him myself.”

And Quinn couldn’t help but grin when he heard you laugh, knowing you were one step closer to being back to your normal self after pushing yourself to exhaustion.

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waiting-drives-you-crazy · 17 days ago

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Hi! I really enjoy your blog, the way you describe wincest just hits different, I'm eating this shit up and asking for more. So if you have any fake dating/late seasons wincest fics that you enjoy, please share. Bottom Sam (the only right option btw) is so hard to find, so I'm begging for help. Thanks in advance, have a nice day.

AHHHHHH THANK YOU FOR ASKING ID LOVE TO SHARE!!!!! this list got really long and really away from me so im going to insert a break here

Anyway!!! By late seasons Im just going to assume we meant everything following our lord eric kripke's run, so here we go!

the Heaven verse by hathfrozen-- this shit is so good its like crack, everything they write is superb and I just- read it and come talk to me because there's no way to capture how amazing it is on this one page alone https://archiveofourown.org/series/2215590

like that rolling stone song-- OH THIS ONE BREAKS MY HEART the dynamic is good and even though theres no sex or explicit bottomtop assignment sam is the baby we all know and love him to be https://archiveofourown.org/works/27587824

a skeleton terribly restless by remy (iamremy)-- because this one is told in mary's perspective all we get is her view of the boys and their dynamic and let me tell you its delicious. deans so protective and possessive of a sam who just wants to be okay; it reads to me as bottom sam despite there also being no declaration of it in the tags but im never wrong so enjoy! https://archiveofourown.org/works/23268964

mommy dearest by tradwifesam-- DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED BC ALL DIE iTS SO AUGH https://archiveofourown.org/works/33551209

when in vancouver by msimpala67-- dont play with me, just go read it its incredibly hot https://archiveofourown.org/works/12826755

honeymoon-- ...... just read it babe! this one had me blushing https://archiveofourown.org/works/12826755

for you and me (i got no alibi) by remy (iamremy)-- just making this list is making me giddy im so happy i get to revisit these fics! THIS ONE IS SO SCRUMPTIOUS TRULY LIKE THE PLOT IS GOOD THE DIAGLOUE IS GREAT THE DYNAMIC IS GREATER AND THE SEX IS THE GREATEST!!! ahhhhh yeah https://archiveofourown.org/works/20690546

like real people do by deafsamwinchester-- SHUT UP THIS IS SO GOOD! im very happy right now, can we tell? this is the longest of all the recs and its just so cute, the way sam and dean build their life together is AUGHHHHHh and this one feature a pregnant sam ;> https://archiveofourown.org/works/59055415/chapters/150561166

undeniable dilemma by rosych33ks-- sigh, i promise i can articulate better than this but really, its the same stuff. this fic is so good. it hurts real bad too. Im an angst fanatic, i love it when it hurts because i hate when it hurts. demon dean in this one is just so mean, poor sammy. https://archiveofourown.org/works/42563853

and these are just some of many of my favorites but I wanted to give a simple taste

I hate to say that I actually haven't read as many fake dating scenarios with the boys, I don't know why that is. i tried looking for some but none of them screamed 'read me!' ya know. ill make it a personal mission from here on to come back with a fully formed liset of some great ones. I crave more of it and maybe one day I'll write some of it! in the meantime, you should read this one i read a while back

Never Said a Word Beneath the Calm -- this ones actually a season one au ITS REAL GOOD i can't remember if theres mentions of switching im pretty sure there is but i know theres no actual penetrative sex sigh BUT thats okay it was stlll good https://archiveofourown.org/works/13423260

As a side and honorable mention, before I committed firmly to bottomSamtruth i did enjoy this one called In Spite of the Teeth. I loved it before Sam stuck in his dick in Dean, because then i scrolled right past into the next chapter, actually, i think thats what led me to realizing i was a sam bottom truther. no hate to the author at all, I had already committed to finishing it and IT WAS REALLY GOOD! Truly i loved it, but after that happened, I couldn't connect with it so much anymore. I'll still link it for anyone who's interested. https://archiveofourown.org/works/23757364

THANKS SO MUCH AGAIN FOR THE ASK PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF THIS WAS A GOOD LIST I LOVED MAKING IT AND I HAVE LIKE 200 MORE AMAZING FICS BOOKMARKED IF ANYONE WANTS THEM!!! And thats on ao3 alone, i have another hundred downloaded on fanfic.net.

please forgive the lack of grammar and any mispellings MWAH MWAH GOTTA GO I DID THIS INSTEAD OF GET READY FOR WORK

#AHHHHHH I LOVE YOU #thank you for the ask bookie #im sorry this took so long i wanted to make sure i didn't let you down and its wincest wednesday anyway so here we go!#wincest #samdean #sam winchester #bottom sam winchester #dean winchester #top dean winchester #spn #supernatural #while in the proccess of making this list ao3 crashed #and i got a different ask sharing a pure bottom same page which i WILL be sharing with the class tehe #also i ended up being late for work #my fault #and the trains

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imaginesbymk · 6 months ago

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RESERVOIR DOGS PREFERENCE

BEING UNCONVENTIONAL LOVERS

Pairing: Reader Insert x Mr. White (Larry), Mr. Orange (Freddy Newandyke), Mr. Blonde (Vic Vega), Mr Pink + “Nice Guy” Eddie

Tags: crime, mention of cops, violence, weapons (i.e Tarantino film)

Taglist - @locke-writes @aryn-the-bearheart @littlemissvincentvega (for boost <3)

A/N: happy 2025! gifs were selected through the gif search feature, i do not own any of them. i am slowly coming back from hiatus ! this prompt was a bit off and i did the best i could writing for them in this scenario so enjoy and leave a like/reblog/feedback <33 ^.^

MR. PINK x OC FIC | COMMISSION ME

MR. WHITE ( LARRY ) —

You were paired up with Larry for a robbery back in another state. He questioned why he's paired with an "amateur" and gets pissed at his boss for recruiting him with you. But during training, he grew to respect your skills and your wits and soon, it was you two stealing a kiss in the getaway car. But as soon as the cheque came in, you two became strangers. He has only spoken of you once when Joe asked that one time, but he does not speak of you ever again after that. That doesn't mean the attachment is no longer there. He thinks of you every now and then, but he knows that parting ways is the step afterwards. That's just how it is. Your affair with Larry would put you and his job and safety at risk and he has too much blood on his hands dating back to year whatever. This was his life and he knew you were better than him. Larry can't help it. He blindly lets his humanity win. When you two reunite again at a job or a pit stop diner, you two pick up where you left off and get in a stolen car and flee to Vancouver.

MR. ORANGE ( FREDDY NEWANDYKE ) —

It's pretty obvious; he's a cop and you're a robber. You end up getting recruited by an LA crime boss named Joe Cabot and you meet the last man who was handpicked and not from the roster. Freddy is immediately drawn to you but he just acts casual in his "criminal" character. You're so smitten by this guy that you feel like there's something off. He's committed to the assignment given how bold he was to snag the opportunity to work undercover, but once his romantic/sexual attraction to you interferes with his double life, he starts to spiral at the wrong place and the wrong time. He feels guilty for deceiving you like this, and he starts to fear for his own safety. The dynamic between the two of you is similar to his relationship with Mr. White, where Larry grows to be protective over Mr. Orange, letting his emotions and humanity get in the way. With you, his romantic/sexual relationship with you is one-sided because you do not even realize you hooked up with an undercover cop - and he even knows your name.

MR. BLONDE ( VIC VEGA ) —

Unhinged and violent, Vic is what Mr. White described as a "fucking psycho." You know better than to mess with him, but the second he's fresh out of prison and enjoying whiskey at a bar for the first time in years... he sees you dancing by the jukebox and he's already onto you. You wondered why... you only worked a normal job, you weren't a private dancer or a thief. Vic carries himself so well and you loved the rush despite knowing the consequences. You expected movie dates or a trip to Vegas, and he grants them to you, unless he laughs and says no because he doesn't feel like it. Though he showers you with the high life and adores you more than anything, he was given too much privilege and safe passage in his life before and after going criminal to fully understand the damage he causes for sport and power. The lifestyle often blinds you, so you look for a sign that you're not like Vic and that there's a chance to build a normal life with him... but that's extremely unrealistic.

MR. PINK —

Pink can't date someone who is sheltered and naively does not grasp the harsh realities of the world, nor can it be a current career criminal who chooses to leave the life of crime. It doesn't matter how careful you are and the clean slate you earn, you're still leaving breadcrumbs behind. As much as he tries to live a "normal" life with you, he can't stay in one spot for a long time. He has to constantly move to avoid detection and avoid red zones where he risks getting caught by cops or a rival gang. Plus, he's mainly looking out for himself, which deems him selfish in a way. When you won't go away, he blames you for falling in love with him in the first place, while also blaming himself for letting his emotions slip for one person and putting his job and security on the line. When he painfully succumbs to it, he ultimately pays the price.

"NICE GUY" EDDIE CABOT —

You're an overworked nurse and you fall in love with an underboss and co-leader of a crime family in Los Angeles. Eddie represents a shadow and treats the Cabot criminal business as an empire, so of course he is fiercely loyal and assertive to his Dad, especially when they conspire and recruit the men to rob the jewelry store. You already know what would likely happen if he was held at gunpoint and was forced to choose between you and the family business. He's also aware that he's putting you at risk if he is romantically or sexually involved with you. In most cases, he can't help but call you to help treat wounded or injured criminals on-site. Just finding excuse after excuse to bring you along with him because he trusts you and believes in your skills. When you've seen too much, you question how he has become so desensitized and asks if he would ever consider stepping down and settling down with you. You then remind yourself that Eddie is loyal and will never leave his Dad's shadow. He's not going anywhere.

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wildrangers · 2 years ago

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Oh Captain, My Captain // Quinn Hughes

Word Count: 3.8K

Summary: Quinn's captaincy finally pushed me to write this story, which I've been thinking about forever but never actually nailed down. I just love neighbor stories. Hope y'all enjoy!

Warnings: resolved angst (shocking, I know), mention of cheating (not Quinn), cursing

You knew that trying to get everything into your apartment in one-go was a bad idea. Now, you were struggling with your suitcases, backpack, and couple of boxes while fighting with your front door key. You blew out a breath, grateful for the coolness of the Vancouver air coming through the hallway windows.

“Can I give you a hand?” you heard a tentative voice ask from down the hall. You glanced over to see a dark-haired boy watching with a worried face.

“I don’t want to trouble you, I’ll figure it out” you responded, embarrassment flooding your system at how ridiculous you must look.

“You’re not bothering me, I offered” he replied making his way to your side. “Now, can I please take this box before you drop it?”

You chuckled at his comment, nodding your assent, “Thanks, I really appreciate it. I’m Y/N, by the way” you said, finally unlocking your front door.

“Quinn. Where do you want me to put this?”

You quickly led him inside, pointing down the hall to your bedroom. He set it down and returned to grab another box. “It’s really okay, I’ve got it from here.”

He paused in the doorway and scanned your frame, taking in what you assumed to be your now tangled hair, smeared makeup, and exhaustion, before shaking his head and grabbing a box. “I would worry about this all night, where does this one go?”

You sighed, finally accepting he wouldn’t be leaving until everything was in your new apartment, “Ummm that one’s the kitchen, I think.”

He nodded and you two fell into easy silence as the rest of your belongings made their way to their assigned rooms. By the end of it, you were annoyed to see that Quinn hadn’t broken a sweat while you felt like a drowned rat.

“How did you even manage to get all this into the elevator?” he asked, gratefully accepting the glass of water you offered him.

“I may have tipped the Uber driver 20 bucks to help me load it up” you admitted and he shook his head laughing quietly. “What?! I made the move alone and didn’t want to leave anything outside.”

“Fair enough. Where are you from?”

“Most recently LA but I figured if I’m up here half the time anyway, may as well try it out fulltime” you shrugged.

“You work in TV?” he questioned. Vancouver was known for having countless shows filming throughout the area at any given time, so it wasn’t a stretch he’d guessed your occupation correctly.

“Yup, I work as a script supervisor. I’m assuming you work in entertainment too?”

He nodded, gulping down the rest of his water before setting the glass back on your counter. “I’ll leave you to it, I’m two doors down on the left if you need anything.”

“Would you want to come over for dinner sometime soon? I want to thank you for helping me.”

“No thanks necessary, seriously.”

You shot him a look like the one he’d given you earlier which made him laugh and raise his hands in surrender, “Dinner sounds great.”

***

“Entertainment my ass” you mumbled to yourself angrily staring at your television screen. You were in-between shoots and were home more often than usual, leading you to mindlessly flip through channels for background noise before tidying up your place.

Lo and behold, there was Quinn, giving a press conference about how overjoyed he was about becoming the new captain of the Vancouver Canucks. Quinn, who you’d been led to believe worked in the entertainment industry like you did. And while sports were technically part of the entertainment industry, he’d gone out of his way over the last year to ensure you didn’t realize the truth for some reason. Because, once the shock had processed, a quick Google search had provided more information than your friend ever had about his occupation.

You paused trying to process what you were feeling. On one hand, the joy and pride on his face was undeniable and you were happy for him. However, him seemingly misleading you for this long hurt. You sighed in frustration, glancing down at your phone to check the time, as you were expecting Quinn to come over later. As you contemplated what you’d say to him, your mind drifted to different moments you’d shared over the last year.

***

“I can’t believe you unpacked this quickly” Quinn commented, looking around your living room as you finished up in the kitchen.

“I sent my furniture ahead of me and packed minimally” you shrugged. “Most of my stuff is in storage in LA—once I’ve been here awhile, I’ll decide if I want to move everything here or head back.”

“What would make you go back?” he questioned, settling into a seat at the island.

“Mainly my boyfriend, Aaron” you sighed, thinking of your last conversation before your flight.

“He didn’t want to move with you?”

You shrugged, debating how much to share with someone who was basically a stranger. “We weren’t living together in LA so I thought it’d be a bad idea to move in together in an entirely new country where I wasn’t sure I wanted to be long-term anyway.”

He nodded thoughtfully as you set down the food, “This looks amazing, it’s been a while since I’ve had a home-cooked meal.”

“Not much of a cook or just the long hours?”

“Bit of both” he admitted before you both dug into the meal. Conversation flowed easily between you but, more importantly, the silences in-between felt comfortable. You’d always hated when people filled silences with meaningless fluff so you appreciated that he didn’t try to force conversation where it had naturally lulled.

“Can I be honest with you?” you asked, drying the dishes Quinn had insisted on washing.

“I’d prefer it” he replied, turning to face you, noting the change in your tone.

“I’m worried Aaron and I aren’t going to last” you sighed thoughtfully. “He’d wanted to come with me and everything in me just screamed no at the suggestion. He said he understood but I don’t know how truthful he was.”

“Have you thought about why your gut said no?”

You reflected on his question as you put away the last of the silverware. “I don’t think he’s an overly forthright person. I don’t think he’s a compulsive liar or anything and I haven’t caught him doing anything, but you know when you just have that feeling someone’s hiding something? I have that all the time with him.”

“I’m sorry, that’s a shit way to feel in a relationship” he frowned slightly and you nodded your agreement. “Want to get some ice cream? That usually helps me when I’m trying to ignore my problems.”

***

Since then, dinner and ice cream had become your tradition. Because of your schedules, dinner may be at 11PM but it was refreshing to have a friend where that wasn’t an issue—hell, it was preferred by him sometimes. During that time, you’d fostered what you thought was a close friendship. But now, as you nervously waited for your doorbell to ring, you were desperately trying to figure out how you’d missed this piece of knowledge about him.

You hadn’t cared how he consistently changed the topic whenever you asked about his work. You’d just assumed he didn’t want to think about it off the clock and stopped inquiring. You had never paused to think he was hiding something. You were pulled from your thoughts by Quinn’s knock at the door. You took a deep breath before getting up to answer it.

“Y/N, hey! How was your day?”

“Uneventful, how about yours?” you asked, willing him to tell you the truth.

“Good, good” he replied, fidgeting with his hands. “Did you still want to hang tonight?”

You realized you hadn’t let him in the door, instead blocking his way with your frame when you normally dragged him in with a hug.

“I guess that’s up to you, captain” you replied, holding his gaze. The color left his face as he processed your words and took in your stony expression.

“Y/N, I…” he began but couldn’t finish. You nodded to yourself.

“I can assume today is a big day for you so I’m not going to get into just how upset I am. But really, Q? Misleading me? After seeing how much it hurt when Aaron did that to me?”

Guilt crossed his face, “I’m sorry, I just…”

You paused waiting for him to finish a thought but only silence met you. “Good night, Quinn.”

***

Quinn was still in shock moments after you’d gently closed the door in his face. If he was being honest, he deserved much worse. He ran his hands through his hair as he shuffled back to his place. Shit. He hadn’t even thought about how your split from Aaron would make his omissions even worse.

It had happened a couple months after you’d moved in. He’d been waiting for you to grab him on your way out the door for ice cream but your agreed upon time came and went. He’d worriedly made his way to your door after you failed to answer multiple texts and calls.

His stomach dropped when your puffy eyes greeted him. “Oh shit, Quinny, I’m sorry.”

Before he could tell you not to worry about it, more tears fell from your eyes. “Y/N, what’s wrong?” he asked, gently guiding you backwards into your apartment so he could close the door for privacy.

“Aaron and I broke up” you mumbled through your tears and he pulled you into a hug. He rubbed what he hoped were soothing circles on your back as your sniffles filled the room. It killed him to feel your shoulders shaking against his chest.

“Shhh, I’ve got you” he murmured a few times before you quieted against him. He moved a strand of hair out of your eyes when you pulled away from him. “What happened?”

“Well, I guess he resented that I didn’t want him to move here with me. And instead of just telling me that, he decided to start sleeping with someone else. The someone else he’d apparently already slept with fairly early on in our relationship before calling it off with her.”

“Holy shit, Y/N” he sighed, pulling you to him again. “I’m so sorry, what an asshole.”

“No, I should have noticed how much the move upset him or just let him come with me, I mean—”

“Don’t you dare” he said sternly. “You are not responsible for him being dishonest with you. And you were right to follow your gut and do this on your own—imagine learning he’d cheated on you while living together here? Or never finding out? Jesus Christ.”

A long silence filled the space as you processed what he said. “You’re right, this just sucks.”

“Would your favorite ice cream help?”

“I don’t feel up to going out right now, Q.”

“Let me get it for you. It’s nearly December in Vancouver, I think the cone will be okay for a few blocks” he pointed out and was relieved when it earned him a laugh and a nod. “You hang tight and I’ll be back soon.”

***

While you knew Quinn’s lies weren’t close to Aaron’s, it was pouring salt on the wound in a way that made you wildly upset. When Aaron had betrayed you, Quinn had been there to remind you with his presence and support that not all guys were like Aaron. That there were good men left and you shouldn’t settle for some asshole.

But for Quinn to have been hiding something this whole time? It hurt double—once for his deceit and twice for ripping open the Aaron scar. You’d spent most of last night moping but this morning when you awoke, that sadness had blessedly shifted into anger. Who the hell did he think he was? Had he seriously introduced you to his friends while they all knew you were being lied to? They must have known or else someone would have slipped up. And also, what the fuck? What a stupid thing to be lie about.

You were deep in one of these rage spirals when a knock rang out through your apartment. You threw the door open to see a nervous Quinn.

“Can I come in?”

Your only response was to open the door and make your way to the couch. A few seconds later, Quinn was seated across from you, seemingly willing you speak first with his eyes. But you’d be damned if you filled this silence, even if the discomfort between you stung.

“Y/N, I am so sorry.” You met his eyes and could see his sincerity but it wasn’t enough.

“Why would you purposefully mislead me about something so inconsequential?”

“Inconsequential? This is not unimportant.”

“Why would I give a fuck about you playing hockey? I literally work with famous people all the time and couldn’t give a shit!”

“It wasn’t that I thought you’d care, it was that I’d finally met someone in this city who didn’t know who I was before even meeting me.”

“What do you mean?”

He looked at you incredulously. “I know you’re not Canadian but you seriously never noticed how hockey obsessed this city is? How there’s Canucks shit everywhere?”

“I mean, I guess I never really thought about it and I still don’t understand why that’s a good reason to lie to me for the last year.”

“I’m not saying it was a good reason, I know I fucked up, okay?” his voice grew louder which made you raise an eyebrow at him. “Look, if you never want to talk to me again, I get it, okay? But please, just ask Petey or Brock what it’s like meeting people in this city so you can understand where I’m coming from.”

You scoffed, “You really think a good way to apologize and ‘make me understand’ is to remind me how all the mutual friends I met through you knew the entire time and just went along with it? That’s so fucking embarrassing! Everyone in on the joke but me.”

“This is not a joke, Y/N! God, all I wanted to do yesterday was share that moment with you. To have you in the crowd or at least be able to celebrate with you when I got home. And I know it’s my fault I couldn’t do that but fuck, it still sucked. And I didn’t know how to fix it. How do you say to someone ‘Hey I told what I thought was a white lie a year ago but I ended up falling in love with you along the way and now I don’t know how to own up to it?’”

His words hung heavy in the air but you had no idea how to respond. You had never allowed yourself to fully acknowledge that ever since New Year’s, your relationship had slowly been shifting from platonic to something more—because you hadn’t wanted to lose him. Now, you were losing him just as you were realizing he felt the same way. You shook your head before resting your face in your hands.

“Please say something” he begged softly.

“Q, I don’t know what to say. I can acknowledge in the grand scheme of life not being honest about what you do for a living isn’t earth shattering. But developing a relationship with someone over the course of a year, thinking you can trust that person because you know them inside and out, only to learn they were purposefully hiding something from you? Something that would have made absolutely no difference to you anyway? I don’t know how to respond to that.”

“Then tell me how to fix it.”

“Yesterday morning, I would have trusted you with my life. Now, I can’t listen to a word you say without thinking you’re lying. How do I know you’re being sincere about wishing you’d shared yesterday with me? About your feelings for me? You’re making me second guess everything when you were the one who helped me keep going after Aaron’s dishonesty.”

“I am not like Aaron.”

“No, Quinn, you’re not. Which is why this feels worse. Can you please just leave? I need time to process everything.”

You were grateful when he obliged and shut the door quietly behind him but it also broke your heart a little to watch him leave so easily.

***

Your mind kept returning to Quinn’s New Year’s Eve party. You’d been single for a little over a month by then and were slowly starting to feel back to normal. While you enjoyed your time alone together, you were eager to meet Quinn’s friends and know more people in your new city. Petey loved movies so you two had been deep in conversation, really debate, about various films throughout the night. Brock had brought his dogs and you eagerly shared photos and stories of your family dogs back home with him. You hadn’t noticed that every time you asked someone how they knew Quinn, they replied with ‘work’ before quickly moving the conversation along.

What you had noticed was Quinn’s eyes on you all night. His hand on your lower back when he checked in on you throughout the party. How he had stocked up on your favorite snacks and drinks for the occasion. How as midnight approached, he moved closer and closer to you.

Until, as you all screamed the countdown from 10 to the New Year, he’d slipped his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. How his dark blue eyes shone in the TV screen light when he turned to face you as the ball dropped. How he had grinned at you with such joy as he leaned down and placed the most delicate kiss to your cheek before whispering, “Happy New Year, Y/N, thanks for ringing it in with me.”

And you certainly had noticed the butterflies in your stomach at the thoughtful gesture, the sincerity of his words, and the intensity of his gaze as hope bloomed in your chest.

***

Could you stop by?

Quinn’s heart stopped when your message lit up his screen nearly a week after his captaincy announcement.

He’d quickly made his way to your door, following your voice that called him inside when he knocked. He found you in the kitchen, the early morning light hitting your face in a way that made his breath catch in his throat.

“Hey” he breathed out, unsure where to stand.

“Hi” you replied, smiling shyly. “I’m glad you could come over.”

“You are?”

“I am” you confirmed chuckling quietly. “I guess I’ll start…I want you to know that it still really hurts that you misled me. I understand that you didn’t do it maliciously but it still felt really shitty to find out about.”

“I know and I’m sorry, if I could do it differently, I would. How can I prove that to you?”

“Well, you can be grateful your friends care so much about you.”

“Wait, what?” he replied, confused.

“Brock texted me the other day. He ended up sending me a screenshot of the messages you’d sent him that morning. It was really sweet” you smiled to yourself, pulling out your phone. You showed him the text thread but he already knew what you were referring to:

Congrats, brother!!!

Thanks, man. Wish you were here to celebrate

Celebrate with Y/N….oh wait, you’re an idiot and can’t, never mind

I know. I really fucked up and don’t know what to do. How do you fix something you built on dishonesty?

You apologize and tell her before she finds out some other way. Did you lie to her about anything else?

Of course not

Then it wasn’t built on lies. Just own up to the small piece that was

“At least one of us has a brain, right?” he joked and smiled when you rolled your eyes at him.

“You have a brain, doofus, you just overthink things until you may as well not have one.”

He felt himself blush at your statement, taken aback by how well you know him.

“So, I knew at least one thing you said was true—you knew you’d fucked up and didn’t know what to do about it. And your final response proves that everything else was as real as it felt at the time. As real as it feels now.”

His eyes rose hopefully at your words. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying if you lie to me again, even about what color your underwear is, I will fucking destroy you, got it?”

“Yes, got it, I swear” he replied, tentatively moving towards you. You opened your arms and he gratefully pulled you to his chest, smoothing your hair down and gripping your waist.

He was debating if he had the balls to try and kiss you when you mumbled, “Will you close your eyes?”

“Ummm sure?” he responded, lips quirking into a smile as he did as requested. He heard you retreat to the refrigerator followed by a plate settling on your kitchen island.

“Okay one more second…now open!”

On the table was a white cake with dark blue, Canucks colored lettering that read ‘Congrats, Captain Quinn! Love, Me’

“I know we couldn’t celebrate when it happened but I figured better late than never?” His eyes shot up at the worried tilt to your voice. He noticed you were fidgeting with your fingers, a dead giveaway you were as nervous as he felt. He walked closer, taking your anxious hands in his own.

“Thank you, this is amazing. I don’t deserve it, or you” he said sincerely.

“Well, that’s not for you to decide, is it?” you smiled and he couldn’t have stopped himself from leaning towards you if he tried.

He cupped your face as his lips tentatively met your own. He was surprised you were as timid as he was, so used to you taking charge. He gripped your hip with his other hand, pulling you flush against him, which drew a breathy sigh from your mouth that opened gloriously for him. Your tongues gently twined together as he felt your hands tangle in his hair. The kiss was slow and sweet but filled with so much promise it made his chest hurt.

He pulled away to rest his forehead against yours, “I’ve wanted to do that for so long” he admitted.

“Me too” you agreed, pulling his mouth back down to yours. His hands were surer this time as they slipped beneath your shirt to rub your lower back. You matched his confidence with your own, gently biting his lower lip before pulling away. “But I also really want to eat that cake.”

Well, there it is my first Quinn story! I hope y'all enjoyed and I welcome feedback 💕 We are so close to hockey season y'all!!

P.S. Yes, I wrote this as Aaron Rodgers busted his ankle last night, oops, thanks for the name inspo, I guess lol

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes blurb #quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes x y/n #vancover canucks

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the-blind-assassin-12 · 1 year ago

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Change of Plans

A/N: Although I am SEVERAL days late at this point, this is a gift for @something-tofightfor - HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RACHAEL! I hope your day was all that you wanted it to be, and that this year is the best fucking one yet. I so badly wanted this to be done in time, but you know me. Anywho, I love your guts and I hope you enjoy this chaotic little cake I whipped up with the help of one of your favorite cowboys.

Word count: 4k

Warnings: listen, don't do what Reader does here. Other than that... just some language. It's very tame. But don't do it.

Summary: Jack is there on business. You're there for pleasure.

He noticed you right away.

Sitting in the waiting area near gate A-7, right leg crossed over your left and an open book in one hand, you caught his eye -

Well hello, gorgeous.

- and he had to repeatedly free his focus from your direction, reminding himself why he was at the airport in the first place.

Damn it, Agent, you’ve got a job to do.

You turned the page of the book you were reading, letting out a sigh and stretching your neck, and Jack adjusted his position on the barstool he occupied so that he was forced to change his line of sight. He cleared his throat, lifting his glass to his lips and taking a sip. The bold, smoky flavor of the deep amber whiskey coated his tongue, and by the time he swallowed he was back on his task.

He’d been sent to locate and detain a known associate of a crime boss that Statesman was attempting to bring down. Intel gathered from Agents assigned to the case suggested that the associate - a mid level player who occasionally dealt in black market weapons - would be traveling through Louisville on his way to meet with the mysterious and nefarious man they knew only as The Gatekeeper. The current theory was that The Gatekeeper was operating out of San Francisco - or more specifically, out of a secret underwater lair that was built into one of the foundational structures of the Golden Gate Bridge, hence his nickname. But Statesman had been unable to confirm that yet. Catching up with the Gatekeeper’s gun runner was their best bet when it came to pinning down his location for sure, and since he had the most experience with facial recognition and planting trackers, the assignment had gone to Agent Whiskey.

So let’s find this shit kicker and get on with it so I can get on with… He resisted the urge to turn back in your direction.

Setting his glass down on the cork coaster it was served to him on, he brought his newly emptied hand up to tap the arm of his gold wire glasses. At the touch of his fingertip, the stealth lens screens activated, and he used them to scan the faces of the people moving through the terminal. So far none had hit as a match for the Gatekeeper’s associate, but since the man was clever enough to book himself tickets on multiple flights that day to make it harder for anyone who might be looking to follow him, Jack had to keep checking until he either found his target or the last of those flights had taken off.

I’ll find him. Soon as he shows up I’ll-

But Jack didn’t even need to finish the thought, because his lenses detected the person he’d been waiting for before he could. Just as he was about to get up from his seat and position himself to intercept his target, though, he saw something else flash across his lenses.

Mission directive has changed. Do not detain. Intel from Kingsman suggests associate may also be working with Golden Circle remnants in Canada. New directive is only to place the tracker and not to pursue until we know for sure who he is meeting. Agents in Vancouver and San Francisco have been put on alert and will be activated as needed.

Jack blinked twice to acknowledge Ginger’s message, then used the movement of his eyes to send a question in response.

Received. Return to HQ?

He had his jet on standby there at the airport in the event that he needed to abscond with The Gatekeeper’s man, and he assumed that since that was no longer necessary, Champ and Ginger would want him to come back and await further information. Keeping one eye on his target, he used the other to read the new message that flashed across his lens, finding it to be a surprise.

Negative. Don’t want to risk the chance of counter tracking. Take the Pony somewhere for a few days first. Vegas or Denver are preferable but Mexico City is also available.

Well, shoot. Looks like I’m takin’ a vacation. My favorite kind of mission.

Ginger had listed cities where Statesman owned properties that were reserved for off duty use - for when Agents had to lay low for a while, or for when they needed a safe place to recover from injuries sustained in the line of duty. There were several more located around the world, but judging by the selection that was presented to him, they wanted him to stay close enough to either have him back in Kentucky in a matter of hours, or send him to California or British Columbia in a pinch when the intel on who the associate was meeting with came back.

Received. Target inbound. Contact when directive complete.

With that, he lifted his finger up to tap the arm of his glasses once more, the screens deactivating so that he could remove them, folding them for safe storage in the inner pocket of his jacket. In a turn of luck, his mark headed straight for the bar he was seated at and sat down two stools over. He showed no signs of having made Jack for a secret operative, not even bothering to look in his direction as he ordered a drink from the bartender.

Perfect.

Jack’s grin was imperceptible as he used his thumb and pointer finger to pull one of the small “buttons” from the cuff of his jacket sleeve. Flattening it with a tight pinch, he dropped the bio-tracker into his own beverage and watched as it dissolved into the liquid. It finished just as the bartender placed a rocks glass of whiskey on a coaster in front of Jack’s target. He waited for the other man to take a sip, and then he closed the distance, scooting over one stool so that he was right next to him, and then he greeted the man with a jovial tone.

“Did my ears deceive me just now, or did I hear you order the Statesman 12 year, my friend?” Jack pointed to the other man’s glass while holding his own.

The other man turned to face Jack, a semi-scowl on his face, his annoyance over being addressed by a seemingly drunken stranger as a “friend” clearly written in gray-green eyes. “What?” He glanced down at Jack’s glass and then at his own. “Oh.” He grunted and gave Jack a nod before taking another sip of his drink. “Yeah. You drinking the same, I take it?” He arched one eyebrow and turned back to face the television screen behind the bar without waiting for the answer to the question he’d just asked.

“Smoothest bourbon there is.” Jack held up his glass, inspecting the contents. To anyone else’s eye - even the man beside him - it would appear as though he were simply appreciating the way the overhead lights streaked through the rich amber liquid. In truth, he was making sure that the button-turned-tracker had been completely infused into the drink. Seeing that it was, he glanced over and caught his mark with his own glass midway to his lips once more.

Slow down there, son, leave some for our toast.

Reaching for the man’s elbow, he stopped him from draining the last of his beverage. “How about we both raise our glasses to good taste and safe travels?”

The other man jerked his arm away as though he’d been burned, the motion accompanied by a deeply frustrated sigh. Checking his watch, he rolled his eyes and shook his head at Jack. “Sure Fine. Just make it quick, I have a flight to catch.”

As he presented his glass for the toast, Jack aggressively clinked the rim of his against it - with just enough force so that some of his drink had sloshed into the other man’s glass without him noticing. “Quick it is. Safe travels.”

“Uh huh.” The sketch of a scowl was back as the man nodded again, knocking back the remainder of his drink, including the tracker. “Same to you.” With that, he slapped a fifty on the bar and left his empty glass, on his way to whatever gate would take him to whatever scumbag was waiting for him.

The Gatekeeper or the Golden Circle… or whoever the fuck else. We’ll know soon enough.

Taking his glasses back out of his pocket, Jack unfolded them and put them back on his face. With a tap of his finger the one-way screens hidden in the lenses activated again, and through a series of blinks and subtle eye movements, he sent confirmation of his mission back to Ginger Ale.

Tracker planted. Target in motion.

Before he got a response, though, he was distracted by a voice coming from over his shoulder. “Excuse me? Is anyone sitting there?”

He turned towards the speaker and his eyes widened, lips lifting into a slight grin when he saw that it was you.

Hot damn, she’s even prettier up close.

His grin grew at your sudden, small intake of breath when your eyes met. “All yours.” Using one hand, he pulled the stool out for you as Ginger’s message started to scroll across his field of vision.

You muttered a thank you as you chewed your lower lip. “You didn’t have to-”

Well done Agent Whiskey. The tracker is live and we are following its movement. Which location did you select?

“Now darlin’, what kind of gentleman would I be if I only did what I had to do?” He smiled, covertly answering Ginger’s question.

Not sure yet. Stay tuned.

You let out a sound that was almost a laugh, shrugging. “You’d be like most gentlemen I’ve known, I guess.”

Agent, we need to know-

Jack brought his hand up and tapped the side of his glasses, closing the communication screen and letting Ginger’s message go unfinished. It wasn’t the first time he’d done it and it wouldn’t be the last. He always eventually got back to her and never made her wait too long. But his focus had been drawn to you all afternoon, and now that you were sitting directly beside him, he wasn’t going to rush the interaction he’d been putting off for hours.

“Then allow me to introduce to you a different kind.” He reached up and swept his hat from his head, laying it on the bartop, and extended his free hand to you. “Jack Daniels.”

– – –

15 Minutes Earlier…

You checked your watch with a sigh, noting that you still had a little under an hour before you’d be called for boarding.

It’s fine. That means I can start another chapter now. You rolled your eyes. I’ll need a new book for the flight home at this rate, though.

It was one of those flights that didn’t make sense - with a 4 hour layover in a city that was completely out of the way of your destination. But that was why you’d been able to find tickets for only $48 each way, less than three days out. Things at work had been hectic, and you weren’t sure if you were going to be able to get the time off until the very last minute. So even though it certainly wouldn’t have been your first choice if you’d been able to book it months ago when the trip was first brought up, you were perfectly content to take the unnecessary stopover in Louisville on your way to Las Vegas.

Doesn’t hurt when the people watching prospects are this interesting, either.

You glanced over at the nearby bar and the astoundingly attractive man seated there who’d snagged your attention as soon as he arrived. He, like a handful of others in the terminal, wore a dark felted Stetson But unlike most, it suited him. As did his perfectly tailored suit and-

Oh, fuck, he’s wearing glasses now. And they look damn good on him, too.

You cleared your throat and forced your thoughts back to your trip and your reason for taking the less than desirable layover. Even though it meant spending hours alone in an airport, you were excited, because it also meant being able to see several of your friends who lived far away, and being able to celebrate your birthday with them. Well, not just your birthday. The trip was meant to be a group celebration to make up for the fact that you hadn’t all been able to get together for a birthday in years. Since there happened to be two of you who had birthdays in January, that was the month that was chosen. But the dates that were settled on had included your actual birthday smack dab in the middle of them, and you were looking forward to having something fun to do with people you missed.

Which was why you groaned as you read the notification that popped up on your phone regarding the flight status.

Delayed - Mechanical Issues

“Fuck.” You muttered under your breath, closing the airline app and tapping your phone screen to open the group chat so you could fill the others in on your situation. Before you finished typing though, your phone vibrated in your hand and a picture popped up of two of your friends - Jess and Maddy - both wearing ear to ear smiles at Harry Reid International, the text from Jess simply reading two words followed by several exclamation marks: We’re here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Kayla chimed in next, responding with an emphatic YAY! and sending a screenshot of her GPS, showing that she was just under 2 hours out. Be there so soon!

Nat still had her phone on airplane mode since she’d only taken off from LAX about an hour earlier, so you didn’t bother waiting for an update from her before you finished typing your own.

Bad news, my flight out of Louisville is delayed. :( Mechanical issues… No idea when I’ll be there now, but I’ll keep you all posted.

You sent the message and tucked your phone into the outer pocket of your bag as disappointment set in. As it was, the rest of your friends were already supposed to arrive half a day before you. But now, it was looking like you were going to miss out on the entire first day of the trip.

Or more.

Frowning at the thought, you tried not to let yourself get too upset until you had a better idea of your situation. You told yourself that it could be something quick and easy to remedy - maybe you’d only have to wait one more hour. Maybe less. Either way, you decided that since half of the group was already there, it meant that the vacation had unofficially started, and it was time you treated yourself to a drink.

And if I know Jess and Maddy, they’re doing the same right now.

You picked up your bag, slinging the strap over your shoulder, and headed towards the bar. It was moderately crowded, only a few stools left vacant scattered here and between other travelers. But as you got closer you noticed that the man you’d caught yourself spending more time watching than any of the others was still seated there - and that the seat beside him had just become empty.

Perfect timing.

That confidence lasted only until the man spun at the sound of your voice, and seeing him up close had nearly knocked the breath from your lungs.

Oh, shit. He’s-

By the time he’d given you his name along with his hand to shake, you’d noticed things about him that you hadn’t from across the room. Like the flecks of tan and gold that lightened his dark brown eyes, the distinct bow of his upper lip beneath his mustache and how it rested against the plush pillow of the lower one, the way you couldn’t see a stitch of leather on him aside from his boots, but the smell of it - along with bergamot - clung to him and made him even more appealing.

You swallowed, his warm hand wrapping around yours and squeezing as you managed to tell him your name. “It’s nice to meet you, Jack.”

Without letting go of your hand or releasing your eyes from the lock his own had on them, he repeated your name back to you, the sound of it making your face grow warm. “Pleasure’s all mine, I promise you.”

When he winked as he withdrew his hand, you knew you were screwed. You ordered yourself a drink - something local, a bourbon you’d not seen before called Statesman - and Jack, though approving of your choice, simply asked for a glass of water. As you brought the glass to your lips, another thought popped into your head.

But am I really screwed, though? Because… he seems just as interested as I am.

Over the next half hour, you and Jack made small talk and subtly flirted in smirks and glances. You asked him what brought him to the airport that day, to which he’d answered:

“Had some business here earlier. But that’s done, so the rest of my evening is completely free.”

You shook your head at that, taking another sip of your drink. Damn that’s good. “Don’t you have a flight to catch?”

At that, he grinned and spread his large hands wide. “Ah, well, that is one of the perks of being my own pilot.” He raised one eyebrow and leaned towards you. “I can leave whenever I choose.”

Okay, I wasn’t expecting that. That definitely makes him even more attractive somehow, though.

You mouthed the word wow and let out a stunted laugh as you reached into your bag to retrieve your phone. Some time had passed and you were hoping that there would be another notification about the status of your delayed flight. “That must be nice.” You groaned as you saw that there was nothing new from the airline, and several texts from your friends expressing their dismay over your travel woes. Shaking the phone in your hand, you sighed. “I’m here on a layover that got delayed and the rest of my friends are already in Vegas.” Looking over at him, you wet your lips with your tongue. “I’d love to be able to just… hop in and take off whenever I wanted to.”

– – –

Well, shit. Did she just say Vegas?

Clearing his throat, Jack reached up to tap the arm of his glasses. Several missed messages came through at once, all from Ginger, but he blinked them away as he spoke. “Well, I know we’ve only just met, and I’m not trying to make any suggestions-” Though I could. “- But I happen to be going to Sin City myself tonight.” He had to contain his grin at the flash in your eyes as he used the nickname for the gambling town. “I’d be more than happy to take you with me.”

Destination selected. Las Vegas, Nevada, USA.

You sucked in a breath at his proposition, and though he knew you were likely considering saying no, he hoped you’d say yes. “I… Jack, I couldn’t ask you to-”

“You’re not. I’m askin’. I’ll show you my license and everything to prove that I’m legit, but darlin’, I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t want to.” He tilted his head towards the window. “No tellin’ how long they’ll need to fix that bird, and if your friends are already there…” He trailed off and shrugged, returning his gaze to you. “My jet is fully fueled and ready to go. I could get you there so you don’t have to miss out too much. More than you already have, I mean.”

He could practically hear Ginger’s reply when it came through, but he fought the urge to let out a snort as he read it.

IT’S ABOUT TIME, AGENT. Make sure your friend buckles up. We’ll contact you when you can return to HQ.

You bit your lower lip again, and he couldn’t help but watch the way your teeth dug into your flesh. “I…” He saw the rest of your protest dissolve the same way the tracker had earlier, your eyes shifting from skeptical to excited until that’s all he saw in them. You laughed, then, lifting your hand and holding up one finger. “Alright. I’ll… yes. I’ll take you up on it. But on one condition.”

Received. Will await contact. Over.

Jack reached up to tap his glasses before removing them and stowing them in his pocket. He leaned in closer to you, concentrating on the quirk of your lips and the mixture of impulse and instinct in your eyes. “Let’s hear it.”

“You let me buy you a drink once we get there.” You said it over the rim of your glass as you finished the last of it, eyes on him as you swallowed.

An excuse to go out with a beautiful woman? That’s the condition?

Jack flashed you a smile. “I think those terms are more than agreeable, ma’am.”

– – –

What the fuck am I doing?

You half laughed at yourself, but at the same time there was something about Jack that made you feel like you could trust him. You were aware that that could be a danger in and of itself, but your gut told you he was a good man, and you had always felt that you were a good and accurate judge of character.

How’s it any different from meeting a guy and getting in his car with him? It’s not, really.

It was, and you knew it was, but you hadn’t been wrong yet. And as much as you wanted to get to Vegas to see your friends, you also found yourself wanting more time to get to know Jack. He was offering you the chance to do both of those things, and even though you were looking for one, you couldn’t find a downside.

Pulling out your phone, you opened the group chat and sent one text before switching it to airplane mode.

Change of plans. Met a (really good looking) pilot who was on his way to Vegas and offered me a ride. Sending a screenshot of his license number in case I go missing hahaha. Just kidding. I’ll be fine. See you soon!

You knew what they’d say when they saw your message.

Jess would likely just send a thumbs up - or possibly a photo of herself giving a thumbs up.

Maddy would emphasize your message and respond with something like Okay but don’t die!

Kayla’s message would be a more whimsical reaction like Jesus take the wheel! (Wait do planes have wheels?) or Life is short, take rides from hot pilots when you can with the peace sign emoji.

And Nat would send advice from several documentaries and podcasts she’d seen or listened to, about what to do if you were being abducted.

You laughed to yourself again at the entire situation.

“Alright, Jack.” You hopped down from your stool and picked up your bag. “I’m ready when you are.”

He stood, taking his hat from the bartop and placing it on his head. “No time like the present.” Running his hands over his clothes, he smoothed out his suit jacket. “Follow me, darlin’. And give me that.” He pointed his chin towards your bag. “I’m a gentleman, remember? Where would my manners be if I let a lady carry her own bags?”

You shook your head with a smile and handed over your carry-on, leaving you with only your purse. “I don’t know. You’re teaching me about gentlemen, remember?”

You knew when you saw his eyes darken that you’d made the right call.

“Oh, sugar. I remember. Few hours to Vegas. Plenty of time for me to teach you things.” With that he started walking and you were left to follow, slightly stunned at the implications in his tone and in his words.

This is definitely going to be a trip to remember, that’s for sure.

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J A C Q U E L I N E ♡ C R O S S

BIRTHDAY - January 12, 2000

FAMILY - She is the oldest child of four. She has two brothers, Aaron and Joe, and a sister Becka. Her family lives in Seattle, Oregon. Studied at FBI Academy and was the best in her class. She had only a few boyfriends. Every time, she visits her family she goes on a girly date with her sister, and then on a date with her brother for the football field, training with them. Her dad and she would go for a ride in her old 1967 Chevrolet Camaro and she and mom would go shopping. Her dad is the head chef of BAU in Seattle and her mom works as a hairdresser. Her two brothers are studying and playing football at the University of Washington in Seattle and her sister is still at high school.

CAREER - FBI agent in undercover

NICKNAMES - Ava Brooks – her undercover name, Jackie, J, Eline – her family, Bambi – Elias, Bullet – Brock, Sunshine - Quinn

PAST - She was a happy, extroverted child, she made friends wherever she came. She was among the favourite and popular people in high school and later at the Academy. She studied at the FBI National Academy Associates, Inc. in Virginia. She was the best in her year, which allowed her to graduate a year earlier, immediately getting a position in the FBI in Seattle. Two years ago, she was assigned to work as an undercover cop in the Vancouver Mafia. Even though it is not in the FBI's jurisdiction, CSIS asked for help, and she was sent as one of the best people in the FBI.

FUN FACTS/BASICS - As a young teenage girl, she loved crime shows on TV, and they have stayed with her until now. One time, when they were working on an investigation, she wasn’t paying attention and walked into glass doors – her colleagues won’t let her live that. She is afraid of onions.

⬅︎masterlist

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Professor Tavis Part 3

Part 3

Word Count: 1112

Trigger Warnings: Age gap, Professor X college student, mentions of sexual fantasies (but not in detail)

“Xaden’s POV”

I had just gotten out of a long and brutal NHL practice when I noticed two missed calls from Jess. I cursed silently and called her back; as she picked up on the second ring: “Jesus Xaden about time.” She said, I chuckled softly, “No hi baby I missed you?” I could feel the eye roll from Jess as she said “I’m worried.” I sighed as I sat in the driver's seat of my jeep wrangler. “I’m fine, I just had a late practice, babe.” “Not about you.” “Not about me?” I asked backing up of my parking space and headed to my apartment complex in Vancouver.

“It’s Soph.” She said quietly. “What about her?” “Her grades are slipping and she's been late a few times to classes. I think the break up with Jack is still affecting her even though she won’t admit it.” I sighed as I continued to drive to my apartment; “I have a long weekend I was planning a surprise visit anyway.” “I think she needs it. “ “Do I want to know how bad her grades are?” “I don’t know. She won’t tell me. She’s also been spending a lot of time in Professor Tavis’s office, they were both late to lab the other day.” I scoffed, “I’m sure he's just trying to help her get her grades back up and plus he's her mentor for senior year.” I said pulling into the driveway. “I’ll catch you later Xaddy, she just got her, love you.” “Alright love you to babe.” I said hanging up and cutting the ignition and making my way into my small single story ranch.

Sophia’s POV

I joined Jess sitting down at one of the small cafes on campus. Stingray cafe, which happened to be my favorite mainly due to its proximity to Garrick’s office. “Who was that?” I asked, sitting down with my sandwich and Pepsi as I noticed her sitting her phone down. “Xaden.” She said, “What did he want?” “Just our usual after practice check in.” I nod, taking a bite of my sandwich; turkey, apple, cheddar panini with a house made sauce. It was my favorite indulgent lately.

“I’m worried about you.” She said flatly, yet the honesty was laced in her voice. “I’m fine.” I said taking another bite of my sandwich. “Sophia Riorson, I’ve known you since freshman year. The only other time I’ve seen you in a slump like this was when your parents died in that freak car accident and you clung to Jack like he was your life line and now that life line is an ass and is gone.” “I’m fine. I’m over it. He moved into someone clearly better than me.” I said, shoving a mouthful of chips into my mouth as Jess moved the bag down out of my hands.

“And Professor Tavis. What's going on there? He's your professor Sophia and ten years older than you.” I looked at and shook my head with a giggle. “Jess you're kidding. I mean yeah he's fine but there's no way that would go both ways.” “You just seem to be spending extra time with him is all.” She shrugged and started to eat her sandwich.

“He's just helping me get my grades back up.” As if on cue: “Ah Miss. Riorson prefect seeing you here. Can I grab you in my office?” Garrick asked as I nodded gathering my stuff as he continued onto his office as Jess glared at me. “What?” “Nothing. Nothing.” She said, shaking her head as I stood up. “Are we still good for dinner at your place or are you spending time with your new boo.” “Jess!” I gasped in mock shock; “He's not my boo. And yes we are.” I said, shaking my head as I walked away.

I knocked on Garrick’s door and was answered with a “Come in.” I sat down in the chair across from him, “You wanted to see me?” “I just graded your latest assignment Sophia.” “Oh?” I asked innocently, trying to focus on his face and not his biceps as he moved his arms. “Oh.” He said with a smirk , sliding my essay in front me. “85. Better but still not your best work.” “I know.” I sighed, taking the essay and pocketing in my bag.

“I could offer you some extra credit before tomorrow night.” “Oh?” I asked and then silently cursed myself as I realized that was the third or fourth time I’ve said oh in the past in minute. “Oh.” I smirked sliding forward in his desk, our faces now inches apart. “Sophia, before you come over tomorrow I need to be honest with you.” I nod, there was no way this was about to happen I thought to myself as his arm stretched out and I felt his fingers trace my chin. “I care about you Sophia; probably more than I should. The past years it's been easy to keep these feelings at bay when you still had that prick but-""But?” I asked, still feeling the soft touch of his calloused hands caress my chin.

He sighed heavily; “but watching you so far this year, witnessing your break up and watching you have your grades and your life being affected by it. I- I can’t hold back Sophia. I’ve tried but-” He took his hand down off my chin as I bit down my tongue so I didn't whimper at the loss of contact. Contact that was warm and comforting. “But I can’t hold back anymore Sophia. I know I’m your professor and mentor and I’m ten years older than you. If you don’t feel the same, then this stops. The extra time spent, the feelings we both have for each other and you can’t deny it; I know how you look at me sophia.”

“I do.” I said quietly. “You do what, baby girl?” “Like you in ways I shouldn’t like a professor.” He chuckled at my response and gods was it sexy. “Come have a seat on this side of the desk Sophia.” “Your lap?” He chuckled again as you stood up; “Yes my lap.” He said as I walked over and he pulled me onto his lap. As I swear I could feel that he was hard already. “There’s my girl. So beautiful and perfect.” He said soothingly, caressing my cheek.

“Sophia?” He asked in a way that was both sexy and enduring. “Can I kiss you?” The man just asked if he could kiss me as all of my sexual fantasies about him rushed to my brain: I was somehow able to make out a coherent “Yes.”

#fourth wing #fourth wing fanfic #garrick tavis #xaden riorson

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equallyshaw · 2 years ago

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connor x kailey hughes au thoughts (:

↳ 2/?

↳ au masterlist.

Kailey x Connor:

their relationship happened and moved very quickly

kailey hadn't been looking for one just because she'd been fried so many times by her brothers

stayed up to obscene hours of the night just to talk to one another

connor would actually show up many times to the depaul library near his and her apartments, and just sit with her until she was done with an essay, assignment, study etc.

there was an on going joke of, "he doesn't even go here" in her friend group

he helped her study for her finals and midterms, even accessing her quizlet from across the country and continent

he would even proofread her essays just because of how much anxiety she had about them

the month that they become official, he's already planning her trip to Vancouver

wanted to show her anything and everything

she officially went to go support him with becca, the month of february after they started dating

she surprises him with a connor bedard graphic t-shirt she found on etsy

he absolutely adored it

kaily got him onto reading, giving him the, "everybody has a book/genre they like, they just need to find it."

shamelessly will read young adult high fantasy just so she can have conversations with somebody

on his off days, he allows her to wake him up early if she doesn't have class or work, and pulls him to different museums. they absolutely adore the science and industry museum

connor will drop absolutely everything (unless he's across the country/continent) to be there for her if she has a breakdown from stress and/or an anxiety attack. he constantly reassures her that she matters more than hockey

though she hates when he says that, but at the drop of hat he'll be off running out of the practice arena or gym or wherever he may be

the team (minus a few individuals) had no idea until the following season just because some of them were friends with her brothers or at least had been around them in some capacity, and didn't need word to get around

though quinn finds out from Mackenzie entwistle sending a karaoke video of the two singing, "summer nights" or "Paradise Dashboard" two months after they started dating

kailey is definitely one of the bro's but teases them and says she rather hang out with the wags

kailey and connor are apart of a groupchat with a few select younger players on the team with their girlfriends, and its literally just memes being sent back and fourth. nothing substantial arises from it, unless they are finalizing date nights/little get together at an apartment

kailey is unfortunately insecure early in the relationship because she feels like she is inadequate. she especially feels second to others because she doesn't go to the majority of the games or the events the wags put on. but connor won't let her feel bad, he reassures her that her academics are one of the most important things to him. he keeps telling her that all he wants is to watch her across the stage for graduation

he does see her walk across the stage, alongside her brothers and her parents. all three of them taking a day away from playoffs to see her. none of them could miss such a day

it was only a few weeks later, that he breaks up with kailey

and then when the next season rolls around, he gets absolutely trashed by half the league because the hughes bubble is huge.

and that is all right now!

more to come (:

#connor bedard #connor bedard x k hughes au #connor bedard fic #connor bedard imagine #connor bedard blurb #chicago blackhawks

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oceanbreezebandb · 12 days ago

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spontaniousmusicalnumbers · 13 days ago

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Summer Questionnaire

Below the cut are some questions you can answer to help the person making a gift for you get to know you better! You can answer as many or as few as you'd like. These can also be sent as anonymous asks to your person if you don't know their answers!

Tell us about your relationship to The X-Files. This could be about how you got into the show in the first place, what it means to you, or anything else you’d like to share.

I started watching the show back in 1993. I was 7 years old and distinctly remember watching Conduit in the darkened living room while I ate pizza for a late dinner. I watched it all the way through and then pretty much never rewatched it until last year, despite loving it as a kid. Once my rewatch started last year, it quickly became a hyper fixation. I am also watching it in order with my oldest as a fun bonding experience (we’re in season 2).

Tell us about your favorite things! Favorite characters, ships, scenes, seasons, arcs, etc.

Obviously Mulder and Scully (MSR forever!) I am a Mulder girlie through and through. I love seasons 1-7 but season 1 is definitely my favorite. I just love the extra spooky aesthetic of the Vancouver years and both DD and GA are so beautiful in the early seasons. I am also an Unnatural Truther and love everything about the baseball scene. Other characters I love are Skinner and Maggie.

Now what are your least favorite things?

I do not rewatch seasons 8 and 9 (I will watch specific episodes but not the seasons as a whole). I don’t really have anything against Doggett and Reyes, but The X Files isn’t The X Files without Mulder and Scully. I hate Teena Mulder and Pheobe Green. They’re the woooooooooorst (but I don’t mind either of them in fics as long as they are the villains I expect them to be).

4. Tell us where you fall on the following scales:

SPICE SCALE - Salt only – no spice at all please! i.e., general audience rating. - Black pepper – a hint of spice. i.e., teen rating. - Chili pepper – there’s a bit of a kick! i.e., mature rating. - Habanero – definitely spicy, but most spice lovers can handle it. i.e., explicit rating. - Ghost pepper – only for the spiciest of spice lovers. i.e., VERY explicit/kink rating.

ANGST SCALE - Pale blue sky – no angst, all fluff! - Aquamarine – a little bit of angst, maybe some yearning, nothing too heartbreaking. e.g., the various scenes in Mulder’s hallway. - Cascade ocean wave – a moderate amount of angst, e.g. Pusher or Wetwired. Happy ending included. - Sapphire tears – pain slut. Angst with a happy or bittersweet ending. e.g. abduction arcs, cancer arc. - Catastrophic blues – literally why. Lots of angst with some devastation for dessert, e.g. cancer arc but Scully dies at the end, season 8 and Mulder dies.

For spice I can handle anything from salt to habanero, depending on my mood. Same with angst. I can go all the way up to Catastrophic blues, but for this I would prefer to stick to sapphire tears (or less) level angst.

What’s on your X-Files playlist? e.g. a character playlist, MSR playlist, etc.

My character playlists are (like all my playlists) pretty eclectic and a lot of times the song choices are tied into some weird headcanon of my own or just ~vibes~

If you really want more detail, ask and I’ll link it.

What are some of your favorite quotes and/or lyrics that you associate with TXF?

I am so horrible at questions like this. My mind is seriously blank right now.

What are some of your favorite tropes? Are there any you avoid?

I love jealous Mulder and Scully. I love fake dating (for an assignment? Going to an event and want to avoid awkward relationship questions? Trying to win free pie a la The Newlywed Game? I don’t give a fuck, just let them pretend to be a couple). I am also a sucker for “only one bed.”

What is your favorite color or color scheme? These can be specific colors or general categories, e.g. jewel tones, cool colors.

Purple is my favorite color in any shade. I also love jewel tones and pastels.

Share the links to some gifsets/edits that you love and tell your secret admirer why (e.g. do you like the layout? The coloring? The quote that they used? Typography? Simplicity? Parallels?). These can be X-Files/MSR or other fandoms.

Gif Set One: I like the overlay with the script pages. I like seeing the whole process of making a show

Edit One: I LOVE comedy overlays like this. Especially when they’re dirty

I also love @katebecket’s gif series like the X Files I Love Yous (they are part of what pushed me to rewatch the series) and the Mulder (not) gazing at Scully series.

#poangsummer2025

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cnacertificationprogram · 16 days ago

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Open Your Future: Top CNA Classes in Washington to Jumpstart Your Healthcare Career

Unlock Your Future: Top CNA Classes in Washington to Jumpstart Your ‍Healthcare Career

As ⁢the healthcare industry continues to grow, the demand‍ for ⁣certified nursing assistants (CNAs) is increasingly high. If you’re looking to start a rewarding career in healthcare, taking CNA classes ⁤in Washington is an ⁣excellent step. This article will guide you ‌through the top CNA programs ‌available in the state, including certification requirements,⁤ benefits of being a CNA,‍ adn practical tips to ensure your success.

Understanding the Role of a CNA

A certified nursing Assistant‌ (CNA) plays a crucial role⁤ in the healthcare system, ‌providing essential support to nurses and assisting patients with daily ‌activities. Key responsibilities include:

Helping patients⁣ with bathing, dressing, and grooming.

Monitoring patient vital signs and reporting changes to the nursing staff.

Assisting with mobility and transportation.

Maintaining patient hygiene and comfort.

Benefits of Becoming a CNA

Before we dive into the ⁤top CNA classes⁤ in Washington, let’s explore the benefits of pursuing a career as a ‍CNA:

High Demand: The ⁤healthcare industry⁣ is rapidly expanding, leading to a steady increase in ⁣job opportunities.

Job Flexibility: CNAs can work in various settings such as hospitals, nursing homes, and clinics, allowing for flexible job options.

Quick‌ Entry into ‌the ⁢workforce: CNA programs typically ⁣take only a⁢ few weeks to complete, enabling ‍you to start your career sooner.

Possibility for Advancement: Experience as ⁢a CNA can pave the way for further education and higher positions in healthcare, such as nursing.

Top CNA Classes in Washington

Washington state is home ‍to numerous reputable CNA programs. Hear are some of the top choices:

Institution Name

Location

Duration

Cost

Seattle Central College

Seattle, WA

6-8 weeks

$800

North Seattle college

Seattle, WA

8 weeks

$850

Clark ‌College

Vancouver, WA

5 weeks

$750

Pierce ‌college

Lakewood, WA

10 weeks

$550

South puget Sound Community College

olympia, WA

6 weeks

$900

CNA Certification Requirements in Washington

To become a CNA in Washington, you must meet the following requirements:

Complete an approved CNA training program.

Pass the Washington State nurse assistant competency examination, which includes both written and skills testing.

Submit fingerprint background check for criminal history review.

Provide proof of immunization ‌and overall health.

First-Hand Experiences

To provide insight into the‍ CNA training experience, here are testimonials from two recent graduates:

Emily’s Story

“I enrolled in the CNA program at Seattle ‌central College and loved ‍every moment of it! The instructors were incredibly supportive, ⁤and the hands-on training⁣ prepared me for my first job in a‍ nursing home. I felt confident and ready to help patients.” – emily R.

Jordan’s Journey

“After completing my ⁤classes at Clark College, I took my certification exam ⁢and passed‍ it on my first try. The program⁢ was intense, but the camaraderie with my classmates made it enjoyable. I now ⁤work as a CNA in a hospital and am considering becoming an RN.” – Jordan K.

Practical Tips for Success⁤ in CNA Classes

Completing CNA ⁣training can be challenging, but with the right approach,‌ you can excel. Here are some practical tips:

stay Organized: Keep a planner to track your classes, assignments, and exam dates.

Engage in Class: Actively participate in discussions ⁣and ⁤ask questions during lectures.

Study Groups: Form or join a study group to enhance learning⁢ and test planning.

Practice Skills: Spend extra time practicing required skills in the lab setting.

Conclusion

Embarking on a career as a Certified Nursing Assistant offers a fulfilling path with ample growth opportunities in the healthcare sector. With a variety of top CNA classes available across Washington, aspiring CNAs ‍have the infrastructure needed to succeed. By understanding ‍the role, benefits, and requirements, you can confidently pave your way into this vital field. Take the first step today and unlock your future in ⁣healthcare!

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billionviewsbllogpost · 16 days ago

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Science Tutoring in Vancouver: Empowering Students to Excel in Science Subjects

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Several science tutoring centers in Vancouver provide quality support for students. Here are a few popular options:

Exelaa: Exelaa's Science Tutoring Services offer comprehensive tutoring for students across various science subjects. With a team of qualified tutors, Exelaa provides both in-person and online tutoring, making it easier for students to access expert help. Whether you're struggling with high school biology or university-level chemistry, Exelaa’s tutors are here to help.

Sylvan Learning: Sylvan Learning provides tailored tutoring programs for science students of all levels. They focus on building strong foundational knowledge while addressing specific challenges students may face in subjects like biology, chemistry, and physics.

Academy of Learning College: Known for their professional tutoring services, the Academy of Learning offers specialized science tutoring for high school and post-secondary students. They focus on enhancing critical thinking and problem-solving skills to help students succeed.

How Much Does a Science Tutor Cost in Vancouver?

Average Hourly Rates

The cost of science tutoring in Vancouver typically ranges from $30 to $80 per hour, depending on factors such as the tutor’s qualifications, the subject matter, and the format of the tutoring sessions. Tutors who specialize in advanced subjects like university-level chemistry or physics may charge higher rates than those providing help in general science subjects.

Factors Affecting the Cost

Several factors can influence the cost of tutoring, including the tutor’s experience, the length of the sessions, and whether tutoring is done individually or in a group. Online tutoring may also come at a lower cost due to reduced overhead expenses.

Success Stories: How Science Tutoring Has Helped Students in Vancouver

Improved Grades and Understanding

Many students in Vancouver have experienced significant improvements in their academic performance after starting science tutoring. For instance, one student who struggled with chemistry was able to raise their grade from a C to an A after a few months of focused tutoring. The personalized approach helped them grasp complex topics such as chemical bonding and reactions.

Testimonials from Parents and Students

Parents and students alike have praised the positive impact of science tutoring. One parent shared their satisfaction with Exelaa's tutoring services, stating that their child’s understanding of biology improved drastically, and they felt more confident going into exams. Students appreciate the opportunity to ask questions and get immediate feedback, which boosts their confidence.

The Role of Science Tutors in Supporting Long-Term Success

Science tutoring in Vancouver not only helps students achieve better grades in the short term but also prepares them for long-term success. By developing strong problem-solving and analytical skills, students are better equipped to tackle advanced studies in science-related fields, whether in high school or university. A solid understanding of science principles can also open doors to a variety of career paths in fields such as medicine, engineering, environmental science, and more.

Online Science Tutoring Options for Vancouver Students

Online science tutoring is a convenient option for students who prefer to study at their own pace or live outside of Vancouver. With the flexibility of scheduling, students can access tutoring sessions whenever they are available. Online tutors also have the ability to share resources and conduct interactive lessons that may include video demonstrations, virtual labs, and other engaging learning tools.

Tips for Maximizing the Effectiveness of Science Tutoring

To get the most out of science tutoring, it is essential for students to be proactive and engaged in the learning process. Here are some tips to make the most of tutoring sessions:

Set Clear Goals: Work with the tutor to set specific academic goals for each session, such as mastering a particular concept or improving problem-solving techniques.

Regular Practice: Regular practice outside of tutoring sessions is essential for retaining information and improving performance.

Ask Questions: Encourage students to ask questions during tutoring sessions to clarify any uncertainties they may have about the material.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQ)

How much does a science tutor in Vancouver cost? The average cost for science tutoring in Vancouver ranges from $30 to $80 per hour, depending on the tutor’s qualifications and the subject matter.

How do I find a qualified science tutor in Vancouver? Look for tutors who have a strong background in the specific science subject you need help with, along with teaching experience.

What science subjects can tutors help with? Science tutors in Vancouver can assist with subjects such as biology, chemistry, physics, and more, from elementary to university level.

Is online science tutoring effective? Yes, online tutoring is an effective option, especially for students who prefer flexible scheduling or live outside the Vancouver area.

How long does it take to see results from science tutoring? Many students see improvements in their understanding and grades within a few weeks of consistent tutoring sessions.

Are group science tutoring sessions available in Vancouver? Yes, group tutoring sessions are available and can provide a collaborative learning environment for students.

Conclusion

Science tutoring in Vancouver provides an excellent opportunity for students to strengthen their understanding of complex scientific concepts and improve their academic performance. Whether you choose in-home, online, or group tutoring, finding the right tutor can make a significant difference. For comprehensive science tutoring services, consider visiting Exelaa's Science Tutoring Services to learn more about how their expert tutors can help you excel in science.

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