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iceeericeee · 4 months
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I wonder how many tags i can add on to this
#there must be SOME kind of a limit otherwise posts would get suuuuuuper duper long like is it just 30?#idk but i'm going to find out by simply maxxing out the character limit for each tag and finding out the limit of tags for each post lololo#this is gonna be great. i just have to remember to type without ever using the comma. it shouldn't be too hard right? fuck i almost typed#the comma i'm already bad at this smh my head. also if your still here i commend you. you have a better attention span than i do.#i'm already starting to get bored holy shit this is not happening. i gotta power through this. FOR SCIENCEEEEEEEEEE. or somethinggggggggggg#but fr idk what else to say. maybe just saying that i don't know what to say will be good enough? but does that even count?#I don't even know anymore. ffffffffuck. this is gonna be a while huh? also holy shit if you're still here omg u deserve like. a prize or#something because u definitely didn't have to stay and read all of this bull shit. lololol i typed out bs but decided to just spell the who#thing out just to make it go by faster. i'm so lazy. this is only the nineth tag HOW will i make it to 30. i am sobbing the adhd is adhding#very hard rn. are you still here? bruh this is insane. i have somehow managed to keep ur attention this long and it's just me spouting#absolute balderdash. wait do you know what balderdash even means? i don't care if you do already i'm gonna tell you anyway. balderdash is#basically just another word for nonsense. boom. you learned something new today. balderdash equals nonsense equals this damn post.#why did i decide to do this in the first place. it was a dumb idea. i don't know if i can even keep going. this is only the *counts tags*#it's the 14th tag. we've got a long way to go boys. men. soldiers. comrads. friends. besties peeps. marshmallows.#where was i going with this? oh yeah. trying to max out the limit for tags. dang i almost typed a comma there. i haven't done that since#i think the third or fourth tag. dang that feels like such a long time ago. not for you guys probably. it feels longer because i have to li#type it all out and stuff. so it's definitely gonna feel longer for me. are you still here? good lord don't you have better things to#be doing than reading all of this? we're already on tag number 18. it feels like i should be on the thirtyeth by now. or however it's spell#'toast' you might be wondering 'why are you typing out the names of the numbers instead of say '9' or '5'?' well you see. young one.#this is a strategy i'm using to make each tag slightly longer. even if i don't know how to spell it. it'll make it just a little bit longer#anyway. i got off topic. not that there was ever a topic to begin with. unless it's about making this as long as i can.#which i am apparently good at doing. i guess. are you STILL here? do you seriously have nothing to do? i guess i'm flattered you stayed thi#whole time. instead of reading something else you stayed here. with me. listening to me talk. on the twenty-third tag. oh yeah its tag 23#except now it's tag twenty-four. how crazy is that. this little talk is almost over. only 6 tags away if memory serves right. this's strang#i kind of don't want this to end. but i know it should. after all there is a limit. but all things must come to and end at some point i gue#i'm running out of things to say. it's probably a good thing it's almost over. hahahahah............... but i don't want to go. i don't wan#to leave this post. i've worked so hard on it. and for what. just for it to end. are you still here? yes? good. i'd hate to end this alone.#thank you for indulging me and my craziness. the end is only 2 tags away now. you can go ahead and leave. i'll be okay on my own. really...#...you're still here? i- i don't know what to say. i suppose a toast is in order. perhaps. for this journey. this stupid dumb post i though#would be fun. i'll make it short. it's the last tag after all. this was fun. but i will never do it again. so long as a i live. i'll miss y
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norstrum · 4 months
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Yay yay ^_^
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lalisas · 1 month
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🤡.
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septembersghost · 1 year
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what addictive stardust does baz put in his movies
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cherrydott · 1 year
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Napping ain't the best coping mechanism but it certainly ain't the worst! Zzzz bitch, I just washed all my blankets w scent boosters
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ukulelegodparent · 2 years
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Considering starting a sideblog dedicated to my personal proposed improvements to German spelling, specifically the use of ß, mostly of deeply questionable quality
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ughscara · 4 months
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVELY DEAR AYAME !! <3 i know we've only been moots for a little while but i've loved interacting and talking to you so far, and reading your delicious Kuni fics 💗 i hope you have a wonderful day and lots of good things come your way!! 🫶🫶
TEARS. SUZU DEAREST :(( ( now i sure hope that you too don't mind the nickname i gave you in return. i metaphorically combusted when i saw your tag about calling me "yame" and i was just ;; )
thank you so so much bub 🖤🖤 and honestly me too! it's been an absolute joy whenever i talk with you dear (⁠/⁠^⁠-⁠^)/ ⁠\(⁠^⁠-⁠^\) ← that's us bonding rn hehe
and you are most welcome for the kuni brainrot~ i wish you the absolute best as well — may you have a an absolutely wonderful day and many to come, and of course, many good things come your way as well 🖤
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no-one-hears-me · 9 months
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opened my spotify queue to see the one song that makes me wanna end it when I'm in a good mood. I moved it back for my own sanity #selfcare
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vvanessaives · 1 year
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joelle/magnolia manifesting in my mind bc how sweetly hurtful it is for joelle to be drawn to her bc magnolia reminds her of nina ((:
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oakparchment · 5 months
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Best Friends With Benefits
Lisa x Rosé x Male Reader
Length: 8045 words
Tags: double blowjob, double handjob, dirty talk, anal sex, strip tease, clothed sex, spit kink, hair-pulling, feet play, creampie, cum swapping
Summary: you find out that Chaelisa know each other a bit too well to just be platonic besties.
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Chapter 1 - Tell me your 𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓮𝓼
"Do you ever get horny during idol work? Like what do you do when you get wet on set?" You opened up the conversation with a bold question. Worrying that you had jumped the gun and made them feel uncomfortable, you held you breath whilst waiting for a response. Your worries were waved away when Lisa glanced over at Rosé, whose lips had turned upwards on one side. Lisa stifled a giggle. "Are you kidding? We're only human. Some of the outfits I see the other members in gets me riled up and I have to rub one out in the bathroom, or if there’s no time then work is work and we just gotta wait until our schedule is over. But we always deal with it, eventually.”
Lisa sipped on her wine, her eyes never breaking contact with you as she did so. Sitting in Rosé’s apartment, you felt a little tense before the two idols. Mirroring Lisa’s actions, you drank from your glass, hoping a slight buzz might help relieve your nervousness.
Rosé offered a related experience "One time, we were at the recording studio and everyone else had clocked off. I could tell it was one of those days for Lisa, and she was desperate to go home so she could… y'know, relax. Instead, I left the mic recording, dragged us into the booth, and locked the door. I finger fucked the life out of her and that was the day where she squirted in our own recording booth." The nature of the story was already so slutty, but the way Rosé spoke it with her Aussie accent made you want to explore her mouth and hear her whisper into your ear.
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Lisa sat up from where her elbow was leaning against Rosé's couch. She had a super crop top on, the ones that only cover your arms and shoulders, whilst her bralette was worn below it. This left a small window of exposed skin on her chest, including the slight curves you could see from her tits, as well as her tight abs. "We obviously weren't right up against the mic, so when we listened back to it you can mostly only hear distant moans and muffled wet sounds. Still exported the audio and took it home though."
"I'd love to hear it." You blurted out without thinking, though there was no regret.
"Maybe we can show you the recording... but the live version sounds better." From your peripherals, Rosé's coy smile turned into a wide eyed expression at what her best friend had just said. Lisa knew how to deliver lines.
You were glad you initially steered the conversation in this direction, because they had taken the reigns and driven it full force.
"Well, this TMI got way out of hand, though I don't think you're complaining." Rosé looked down at your bulge and then up at you. "Are there any fantasies you've had about us?"
"Or have you just jerked off to our pictures?" chimed in Lisa. "It's okay, you can answer honestly... Sometimes when I'm alone and porn isn't doing it for me, I scroll through my Rosie wank bank and get off to her. It usually works".
"Lisa!" Rosé's blush was accompanied by a mischievous smile. "Wait... Only usually?"
"Relax, when it's not enough I whip out one of our recordings."
You can't help but notice that Lisa said recordings, plural.
"You watch them without me? said Rosé whilst pouting her lips.
"Sorry babe, you know I can't help myself sometimes."
At this point you're at full mast and could listen to them talk about these things forever, but without wanting to fade into the background, you speak up. "Okay, the thought of that is unbelievably hot and I have so many questions.” You paused to think momentarily. “Why don't we play a little game, I'll tell you about one of my fantasies if you tell me one of yours".
Rosé raises her eyebrows. "So you do fantasize about us?"
"The secret's out, I guess." You said in a playful way, knowing full well that no one in this room thought that was a secret.
"Okay, we'll take you up on this game, since there's two of us and one of you, we'll start." Rosé looks over to Lisa after saying this.
Lisa claps her hands together. "Well seeing as you mentioned that their were three of us... I want to be eaten out and fucked at the same time."
The fact that Lisa said this with the implication being Rosé and yourself made you audibly groan. This might be a lot more wild than you initially thought.
"You really dived into the deep end huh Lili." Rosé spoke aloud the thought you had.
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"Mine might seem a bit tame in comparison, but I've kinda got a thing for legs." As you say this, your eyes trail over to Rosé. Unlike Lisa, she was in full comfy mode, wearing a tight blue top that to your delight exposed her toned midriff. Below that were her slim legs, which in her high waisted sweatpants looked particularly long. Rosé was watching you scan her legs, and noticed when your focus didn't stop at her ankles but kept venturing further down to her bare feet. You quickly looked up to her face hoping she wasn't overly observant, but she returned your gaze with a knowing look.
"You like my legs? I'm sure there's something we can do about that." she said whilst shuffling closer to you on the tiled floor, stretching her legs out teasingly so that they were within arms reach of you. "I suppose it's my turn then. Hmm..." Rosé tilted her face to one side and looked up as she gave it a moment of thought. "I'd like to take a guy's load and share it with another girl."
You could barely believe the words that were coming out of their mouths. Rosé had already pointed out the bulge in your pants a few minutes ago, and had now decided to do something about it. Having already moved closer, Rosé lifted her leg and placed a foot on your hardness. It would be ignorant of you to think that idols would always have perfectly prim and pristine bodies from head to toe, but in Rosé's case this seemed to be true. 
Lisa bit her lip and crossed her legs over as she watched her friend make her advances.  Rosé simply looked at you whilst gently biting the inside of her cheek. With her arms leaning behind her on the floor for support, she started to add more pressure and move her sole up and down your crotch, giving you a footjob through your pants.
Getting impatient, Lisa, who at this point was clearly trying to tighten her legs together to get some kind of friction, quickly decided that wasn't enough and instead reached for the buttons on her shorts and started to take them off, but not in typical fashion. Lalisa stood up and turned around, her body line turning into an incredible figure that you wished you could burn into your memory. At the centre of this artistic sculpture was her luscious ass, which was only highlighted more as she bent over and looked back at you with those unmistakable fuck-me eyes. She then peeled her tight shorts down, using her hands to guide them along. She glided her hands across her legs at the same time, like she was a present you’ve always wanted unwrapping itself in front of you. Once her shorts had hit the tiles, you imagined what it would be like taking her in this position, and all the kinds of things you wanted to do to her ass.
Her little routine wasn’t over though. On the way up, in one fluid motion her hand trailed up along the inside of her thigh, leading to her panties that she rubbed from her ass all the way to her clit. She shivered at the first real physical stimulation felt since this little session started. The simple act of stripping off her own shorts was striking. She certainly lived up to her main dancer mantle.
Your cock twitched achingly at Lisa’s strip tease. In response, Rosé found the head of your manhood through the fabric and, to the best of her ability, curled her toes around it. “Whilst this is fun, there’s only so much of your cock that I can feel through your clothes, and I want it in me, not in your pants.”
“You mean in us.” said Lisa as she kneeled down next to Rosé.
“Sorry babe, you’re right” and one of your untold fantasies unfolded before your eyes, as Rosé leaned in to Lisa’s lips and pressed them across her own. Lisa met Rosé's tongue with no resistance, letting it slip into her mouth and explore within her. The realisation that this seemed so natural to them showed that it was clearly nothing new, all the while Rosé continued massaging you.
You gently caressed her foot, before begrudgingly removing it from your crotch. The strain of your cock through your pants was starting to hurt a little from how turned on you were. You stood up and closed the short distance to where they were still locked on to each other, mouth on mouth. You wondered how familiar they were with getting each other’s lips wet. Lisa was caressing her hands through Rosé's hair, who in return had her hands fondling Lisa’s cute tits. Apparently, the answer to your previous thought was, very much so.
When Rosé pinched her best friend’s nipple, Lisa let out a moan in her throat that reverberated into Rosé's mouth, letting her know that her actions were appreciated.
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Rosé briefly opened her eyes, and saw your hard tent was now at eye level next to them. She pulled her tongue out of Lisa’s mouth and gave her a quick peck on the lips before turning to unzip your pants.
Lisa wrapped her arms around Rosé's waist and leant her head on her shoulders, watching as Rosé finally pulled your cock free. “Mmm, did all of our foreplay and teasing get you this hard? Just for us?” She said with a foxy little smile, knowing full well that you were hard as a rock the moment the topic of fantasies came up.
And with that she grabbed the base of your cock and started pumping up and down. The first jerk alone was enough to cause pre cum to leak out onto your head, which Rosé- observant as ever, quickly noticed and used it to start lubing up your rod. “Mmm c’mon Lisa, don’t pretend you’re shy.”
Lisa was seemingly preoccupied, as she had adjusted her head on Rosé's shoulder so that she was now sucking her neck, and the hands which were around her waist now pulled her towards her own body. Lisa was seemingly grinding her pussy against Rosé's hipbone. It wasn't a move that you had ever seen before, but it was hot nonetheless.
Rosé, who was unfazed by this, gathered her hand that was intertwined with Lisa’s and slid them both together over your cock, forming a hand cradle. What followed was a double handed jerk off, as the two girls of your dreams slid their hands together over the full length of your cock, from base to head, down and back up, their hands still laced over each other as well as over your cock. You revelled in the experience, thinking about how much more there was to come. You quickly stripped off your shirt, and looked down to the pleasing rendition before you.
Both sets of eyes were now looking up at you with hungry expressions. Rosé unclasped her hand and moved her mouth towards your balls, sucking them into the warmth of her mouth. Lisa continued pumping your cock, moving her hand down towards the lower half. You anticipated why she might do this, until your cock head was resting on the wetness of her laid out tongue.
“You know, Rosé's spit is still probably in my mouth.” She said, then quickly took in half the length of your cock inside her mouth. The thought of Blackpink’s shared fluids in each other and on your cock had you throbbing in Lisa’s mouth. Just to make sure, Rosé took a pause from sucking on your balls. After Lisa had bobbed up and down your shaft a couple times, Rosé interrupted her by placing a hand around her neck, gently choking the girl and causing her to stop the brief yet blissful blowjob. Confused as to why Rosé had pulled her best friend off of your cock, your confusion was quickly replaced with a look of awe as she pulled Lisa’s mouth open. The younger girl instinctively laid her tongue out and looked up at Rosé with puppy dog eyes. And then Rosé spat. in. her. mouth. Lisa grinned in return then returned to take the length of your cock down her throat, gagging ever so slightly when she reached the base. When her pretty pink lips pulled away from your cock, you were connected by a trail of spit and pre cum.
“There, now our spit is definitely mixed together all over your cock.”
Lisa wasn’t swimming, yet a new wave of liquid had started to leak under her from Rosé's ministrations. She moved her black panties to the side and started rubbing her clit, whilst returning to give you head.
You felt her slide her tongue along your frenulum and shaft whilst encasing you between her lips. Rosé massaged your balls with one hand and used her other to wrap it around the base of your shaft. Their teamwork and rhythm was undeniable. Whether it was through years of training and performing together, or experience in getting their partners off- each other or different people (or both), the pleasure you were feeling far succeeded your expectations. Lisa would skilfully envelop your shaft with her mouth, bobbing up and down. When she slurped down further, Rosé gave the base of your shaft two quick jerks. On Lisa’s every upwards motion, Rosé used the extra length available on your cock to give you a slower pump in a twisting motion, whilst Lisa sucked hard on your head. They continued doing this again and again, all the while Rosé continued to massage your balls with her free hand, and their eye contact fucked you on a whole other level.
Lisa moaned onto your cock, and gazing past her slutty little face, you saw she was still getting herself off. Two small pools of liquid had formed on the floor, one beneath Lisa’s pussy; her leaked juices made you wonder what she tasted like. The other was the puddle of spit below your cock and their mouths, which had transpired from the increasingly sloppy blowjob.
You felt a familiar rising wave. Wanting to prolong this dream-like situation, you stepped back to pull away, at which Lisa looked at you with pouty lips and an expression of neediness, whilst Rosé spoke up.
“You were about to cum weren’t you, I could feel it in your balls.” she said with a devious smile. “Lisa’s mouth does feel good doesn’t it.” After which she turned and licked up along Lisa’s cheek playfully, and turned back to look at you with her mouth open in a smile and her tongue lifted up to to the top of her teeth.
“That felt like heaven and then some.” You explained. “But I don’t want to cum just yet.”
“It’s all good, I’ve got an idea” Rosé grabbed Lisa’s hand again and stood up, motioning for Lisa to follow suit.
Noticing the girly mess she had made on the floor, Lisa started an apology to her best friend. “My bad Chae, I leaked on your floor a little.” Considering she hadn’t cum yet, ‘a little’ seemed like an understatement. This girl was dripping.
Rosé replied with even more fantasy fuel. “Don’t worry Lili, you get cum on my bed sheets all the time, these floors are easy to clean in comparison.” And with that you all moved into Rosé's bedroom, hopefully on your way to ruin her bed sheets anyway.
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Chapter 2 - 𝓕𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓮𝓼 fulfilled
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Apart from a hoodie that was lying on the floor, Rosé's bedroom was about as photogenic as her. An observation of clean and cute was as far as your quick scan of the area allowed before the girls drew your attention again.
Amazingly, Rosé was still fully clothed. Lisa- desperate to continue, quickly undid Rosé's shorts and dropped them to the floor, but not without giving Rosé's ass cheek a playful bite. “Lisa-yah!” yelped Rosé, with her eyes wide open and mouth agape in a similarly playful expression.
“Can’t help myself Rosie, I’m just extra horny today, don’t know why.”
“Lili I think we know why.” She said, giving you a coy look. “Why’re you just standing in the doorway Y/N?” “It’s okay, you can come into my room, it’s not the only thing of mine you’re gonna be coming in anyway.” Your cock twitched at her comment, causing Rosé to smirk as she knew the effect her words had on you.
“I want to see all of you Rosé.” You looked at her shirt and panties, then at Lisa, indicating with your eyes. Lisa understood and stood behind her best friend. Returning the favour from earlier, she cupped her perky little tits through her white top and started to pinch her nipples.
“Mmm, naughty Rosie isn’t wearing a bra.” said Lisa as she placed her head over Rosé's shoulder and looked into her eyes.
Rosé returned eye contact and replied “Well yeah I’m just at home, you walk around here with far less clothes than an absent bra sometimes.” She then proceeded to reach behind her, and although Rosé's body was currently blocking you from seeing it, you could take a good guess as to what she had dipped her fingers into given the surprisingly loud wet sound that emanated.
In what is half soft purring and half actual words, Lisa responds “Me walking around your house naked? You shouldn’t say such slanderous things Rosie.” You find it both humorous and an extreme turn on that Lisa is saying this whilst her fellow group members’ fingers are buried deep in her dripping pussy.
Even though you were meant to be cooling off, you can’t help but stroke your cock to the image before you. Ever so slowly, you pumped your shaft as Lisa lifted Rosé's shirt over her head, forcing the girl to pull her fingers out so that she could hold her arms up. As she did this, you managed to catch 2 of her fingers glistening in the air against the sunlight that shimmered through the curtains. Seeing Lisa’s wetness sparkle on Rosé's fingers was not a fantasy you thought you had, but it is a memorable moment for sure. With her top now removed, you drink in the sight of Rosé's tits. They aren’t huge, but they’re shapely and match her frame well. Subconsciously, you increased the pace of your stroking in appreciation, which doesn't go unnoticed by Rosé who bites on her lip as she watches you jerk off to her. “Better than getting off to pictures of us over the internet?” She toys.
Before you can think of a good reply, Lisa spins her around so that Rosé's ass is facing you. She gives you a quick glance, then starts to peel her chingu's panties off using just her teeth. Apparently Lisa took stripping classes at YG because she sure knew how to put on a show.
Rosé bent her knees slightly and leaned forward on the bed, knowing the angles that made her ass look good. Before you is a cute bubble butt, definitely not as big as Lisa’s, but round and firm. You wonder how it’s possible for them to look so damn good, but then remember that as idols, half of their work is training, dancing, and performing, and to look visual as fuck whilst doing it. What most of the public doesn’t necessarily realise though, is how mouth drooling they look even under their clothes. With no safety shorts to impede your view, Rosé looked gorgeous. Being nude, this is the most leggy you’ve ever seen her, and in her bent over position, her pussy shined back at you. Even from this small distance, you could see that she had a very neat innie that made you want to dive in. Turning back around to face you made her clean shaven mound apparent. 
You walked forward from your spot at the doorframe. Lisa was still wearing her bralette and super crop top, and her panties were so soaked that a wet line started to drip down her thigh. Eyeing what remained of her outfit, you came to a decision: “That crop top stays on, everything else needs to go.”
“If that’s what you want, daddy.” She said in a sultry yet innocent tone that practically makes you melt.
Rosé kneeled down behind Lisa, and took off her panties. There’s no show this time, but no complaints are to be heard either, as Rosé immediately dived into her best friends pussy, enabling moans to echo through the room.
You waste no time and unhook Lisa’s bralette. With just her super crop on to shape her shoulders, it laid just over her chest without covering her tits, which jiggled pleasantly as she had taken over stroking your cock, the rest of her now butt-naked. It was like an X rated dance practice outfit. You transfer Lisa’s moans into your own mouth as you moved in for a kiss. She welcomed your tongue into herself, and once again with unbeatable rhythm, she matched the pace of her handjob with the rate at which she sucked and licked at your tongue. You could only imagine that Rosé was somehow tongue-fucking her pussy to a similar beat.
“Alright, time for that idea I had” perks up Rosé. She directed Lisa to get on the bed- face down, ass up, whilst you stood at the edge, leaving enough room for Rosé to take her place in front of you. It looked to be a king size bed, which you have a not so slight suspicion is due to the fact that Lisa spends a lot of time in here as well. Rosé kneeled on her knees, facing Lisa, and continued her oral session. Feeling a little confused as to why she wanted you here, you begin to realise what Rosé's idea was. She lifted up the lower half of her legs into the air and fluttered her toes at you, behind which rested both her thighs held tightly together, and above that thigh gap was of course the beautiful folds of her pussy.
Rosé's a queen, yet she knows how to serve. Before you was an elegant three course meal of your very own Rosé banquet.
“There’s lube in that bedside drawer, bottom shelf.” said Rosé as she lifted up her head from Lisa’s cunt, gesturing towards the mahogany drawer with pussy juice dripping deliciously around her mouth. “Or you can borrow some of Lisa.” She said with a wink and a lick of her lips before burying her face back down into her meal, allowing Lisa’s increasingly louder moans to continue.
As hot as Rosé's latter suggestion sounded, you didn't want to interrupt, as Lisa has been chasing that orgasm since the start of the night. You moved over to where the bedside table was and opened the bottom drawer. The contents were a bit more intense than you were expecting. You spotted a few dildos and vibrators, the two most noticeable of which were a rabbit vibrator (the ones that have an extra nub shaped like rabbit ears to stimulate the clit), and a long double ended dildo that was half black, half pink. Apparently even in their sex lives they remained on brand.
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Other items included a roll of condoms and the bottle of lube you were initially looking for- but quickly became of less interest, as you saw a pair of handcuffs, and at the bottom, a small set of Polaroid pictures. They had the typical dreamy summer vibes that Polaroids produced, but upon looking at the images more closely you noticed they were of not just Rosé, or even just Chalisa, but all the Blackpink members. In most of the pics the subjects were framed as either nude or close to it, in a satisfyingly tasteful way, despite the fact that you could tell they were taken either pre, mid, or post sex. You suddenly felt a bit of guilt, as if you were intruding on these intimate moments that were only meant for them. But when Lisa’s squeals tuned you back in, you glanced over at Rosé who had paused to give you her trademark bedroom eyes and wiggled her butt and feet in the air despite the items you were holding. She didn’t mind you seeing her intimate drawer but she did mind that you weren’t fucking her right now.
“Do I need this?” you asked her dutifully, whilst holding up one of the condom packets.
“Nah, remember what I said earlier? I want you to finish in me, not in some latex. Don’t worry, we’re both on the pill.”
Lisa, despite her sounds of exasperation, managed to chime in “Chae loves cum too much to not be on the pill.”
Rosé didn’t even respond, and instead just returned her tongue and fingers to Lisa’s folds.
“If you think there’s a lot going on in that drawer, just wait until you see what Jennie and Jisoo have.” Lisa’s statement left a lasting impression.
Returning back to the bed, you planted yourself on the ground behind Rosé. If she’s offering everything in front of you, you weren't gonna turn her down. Already knowing in which order you’ll fuck Rosé's bits, you pour some of the lube over your cock and then some over the soles and along the insides of her feet, which she already had hovered in the air for you, squeezed together. You quickly grabbed a pillow and placed them under her knees to hopefully help alleviate some of the roughness of the floor.
With your cock lined up, you started thrusting between her soles. To add more stimulation you pushed them together, tightening the hole that formed between them. She started to move her legs slightly back and forth to match your thrusts. Like the rest of her body, her feet were pretty and clean, and it’s a unique visual to see your cock pumping between them. Further up on the bed, the rapid squelching sounds coming from between Rosé's face and Lisa’s legs announced her approaching orgasm.
“Fuck yes Rosie, fuck fuck fuck.” Screamed Lisa as her cunt trembled around Rosé's fingers and mouth. The older girl continued her movements, only slowly subsiding once Lisa stopped shaking. Lisa allowed the last waves of her orgasm to ride through her. “You eat me out so good Chae.” She said before flipping onto her back, head towards Rosé and lying still in an effort to catch her breath.
Throughout all this you continued to fuck Rosé’s feet. After a couple dozen thrusts, you realised that you were both too worked up to keep the foot job going, and that this was generally better served as foreplay or when everyone wasn't ridiculously horny.
Your thought process was reinforced when you placed her legs back down and noticed her pussy leaking some cream. Not a clear, dripping wetness like Lisa, but a small trail of creamy white. Rosé got up and pushed you down to a seated position on the edge of her bed. Straddling you, she says "I'm sorry, I know you want to fuck my legs, but my pussy is literally creaming for your cock right now so it'll have to wait for another day."
The fact that Rosé basically invited you to come fuck her again after today was more than enough reason for you to accept her apology. “Lili, guide his cock for me.”
Lisa, who had seemingly recovered enough from her orgasm, got up off the bed with her tongue between her teeth and a devilish smile. You wondered what she was thinking about. Taking her spot behind Rosé, you felt a warm hand wrap itself around the base of your cock, as it aimed your head towards her best friends opening. You were aching to be inside Rosé’s flower, and she was aching to have your stem inside of her.
Once she felt your tip teasing her entrance, Rosé allowed her weight to fall down until her pussy lips met Lisa’s hand. The top half of your cock was buried inside Blackpink’s main vocalist, whilst the main dancer had her fingers curled around the bottom half. The moment is so cathartic that you had to strain yourself from not nutting then and there. Rosé continued to push downwards against Lisa’s hand, signalling that she wanted more. Instead of letting go completely, Lisa unfurled her fingers one at a time to allow for Rosé's pussy to swallow more of your cock, until she’s only holding the very base with the O shape of her curled thumb and index finger. Rosé bottoms out, meaning Lisa’s hand is now laying flat against your pubic area, with your cock jutting out between her fingers. She flips her hand over so that her palm is facing upwards. Rosé had now taken your full length, her creamy walls feeling like bliss. You attest being able to push through her unbelievable tightness on the first thrust to her determination, and that she was visibly creamy from all the action that had happened tonight before any attention was given to her pussy.
Rosé started to lift upwards, and then down again, finding a rhythm, but her pussy was not alone in this endeavour. Every time Rosé flexed and relaxed her hips and legs to sink down on your cock and then up again, Lisa matched this by keeping her hand in the same position as before. Palm up, her middle and ring fingers encasing either side of your cock. By matching the pace of the ride, she always kept her hand just under Rosé’s pussy. In doing this, she was not only giving you a two finger handjob, but she was also curling her fingers up to rub her best friends lips and clit, all the whilst Rosé continued to ride the soul out of you.
The sounds of squelching and yours and Rosé’s moaning filled the room. The subtle bouncing of her tits every time she dropped from the summit was adorable. Seeing you eye fuck her tits, Rosé flicked her hair so that you could get better access. You moved in and took her left nipple in your mouth, whilst cupping her other boob. The hardness of her nipples became even more evident as your swirled your tongue around one and pinched the other. As her pussy continuously clamped you, up and down, You felt Rosé’s hands on the back of your head, pulling you closer. Her fingers ran through your hair and massaged your scalp as you alternated between sucking on her tits. Rosé fully took the length of your cock inside of her and switched to a back and forth grinding motion.
With her mouth free and Rosé’s ass in front of her, Lisa determined there was an obvious move to make.
“Lisa-yah!” Rosé suddenly yelped. “ I thought this was meant to be your fantasy.
Lisa pauses her ministrations to reply. "Turns out I wanted to be on the giving end as well." Curious as to what was happening, you unlatched from Rosé’s tits and looked behind her slim waist. Lisa had halted her finger work from the two of you and was instead spreading her best friends ass, tongue deep inside Rosé’s tight little asshole.
Continuing with her grinding, you yourself almost yelp as Rosé clenched her pussy walls tighter on your cock, her velvety insides hugging you closer.
“Rosé…” You groan, feeling yourself getting closer. Leaning over, she whispers into your ear. "Don’t be a stranger, you can call me by my real name.”
This was a small added intimacy that you were more than happy to abide by. "Do you like having my cock inside you... Park Chaeyoung?" You say in a deep playful tone, but it's followed quickly by a moan as she squeezes her cunt around your cock even harder upon hearing you call her by her real name.
Lisa interjects - "You just squeezed his cock didn't you Chae? Holy fuck you must be tight right now, some of your cream leaked out when you did.” From behind Chaeyoung's ass you can see Lisa eye fucking the creamy pussy in front of her, before looking up at you and saying "I love when she squeezes herself around my fingers or tongue, makes me feel like a good girl.”
“Or a bad girl, depending on how you look at it" you say, in which Lisa responds with a coy smile and sticks her tongue out playfully, which to your delight she sticks back in to her chingu's awaiting ass. "Lisa, I love you, but good girls don't tongue fuck each others assholes" she says whilst trying to hold in a moan. Lisa pulls out "well I can stop if you'd like" she says, tilting her head down and pouting her lips in a teasing way that she knew would drive Chaeyoung crazy, but without even turning around, Chaeyoung rests her hand on Lisa's head and pulls her back into her ass, "don't you dare stop, I'm close". Seeing as she looked you dead in the eyes during those words you took it she wasn't just talking to Lisa. This time you take the reigns and start bucking your hips up into her. Chaeyoung lets out the moan she was holding a moment ago, the loudest of the night so far.
Pumping with all the energy you have in you, you buck your hips up into the girl, relentlessly pounding her pussy with your rod. You keep a rigid hold of her waist, minimising her movements to allow Lisa to continue her tongue work.
“Unghf, yes, yes, keep fucking me Y/N, I’m so close, treat me like your little cum hungry slut. My pussy needs your cum. My pussy needs your cum like my asshole needs my best friends tongue. FUCK” she squeals, as you deliver the words “milk the cum out of my cock with your pussy, Chaeyoung” and with the most satisfying O face you’ve ever seen, her eyes rolls back and her pussy cinches around your cock tighter than it has all night. Her creamy walls start to ripple around your manhood, and when her facial expression alone was enough to send you over the edge, you thrust balls deep one more time and then plummet over. Her cunt milks you for load after load, as white as the flashing of your vision. The culminating overload of realising that you really are in  Rosé‘s apartment, fucking her and Lisa, and the waves of your climax has you in pure, absolute bliss.
With your cock still inside her, Chaeyoung wraps her arms around your neck, nuzzling her head into your shoulder. She’s clearly gone into a state of lazy post-sex dreamy mode, and you don’t blame her. Holding on to you tight like she doesn’t want to ever let go, you wrap one arm around her smooth waist, and explore the ridges of her spine and ribs with the other hand.
“Don’t let that cream go to waste Lili” mumbles Chaeyoung from your neck. “Remember what I said about wanting to share cum?”
“Leave it to me Rosie” and with that Lisa gently lifted Chaeyoung’s ass until your cock slipped out of her pussy, the both of you wincing slightly from the post-nut sensitivity.
The gentlest little moans emanated from Chaeyoung as Lisa started lapping up the dripping creampie, no, YOUR dripping creampie from her best friend's pussy. You didn’t have the view to see it, but the sight of Lisa’s eyes peaking over Chaeyoung’s ass as she licked up the combined cream of your cum and her fellow group member was more than enough. “I know you’re both puckered out right now, but after tasting all this cum I’m getting sopping wet again and I’m gonna have to go for round two.” Some of her words were a little unclear, as she spoke without trying to let any cum fall out. You smiled at Lisa’s request as she dived back in. Once her mouth was full of the contents of Chaeyoung’s pussy, she gathered the cum from your sensitive cock using three fingers and licked that up too. She then sat back on her knees and waited like a good girl.
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Chaeyoung pushed up off of you and swayed over to Lisa. You watched as the two sloppily made out, transferring creamy white substances into each other’s mouths. Lisa stuck her tongue out, looking first at her best friend and then making direct eye contact with you. Chaeyoung’s creamy cum, your hot load, and the girls’ spit coating her mouth and smooth pink tongue, forming multiple trails between her top and bottom lips as she opened her mouth wide. 
Chaeyoung wrapped her luscious lips around Lisa's tongue, bobbing up and down like a pseudo-blowjob. Once Lisa’s jaw got tired, she pushed down on Chaeyoung’s shoulders to get her on a lower elevation. Lisa then loomed over Chaeyoung’s mouth from a distance and let what remained of her creamy  reservoir out of her mouth. Like a thick bubbling waterfall, the cum travelled through the air down into Lake Chaeyoung’s awaiting mouth.
Before today, the most you had seen of Chaeyoung and Lisa was the occasional outfit that showed off a little extra, or them twerking on stage, yet here you were watching them savour and play with your cum in each other’s holes.
It was filthy, it was slutty, and it was pure fucking fantasy fuel.
“Tur around, get on the beb with your asshup” Chaeyoung could only half enunciate the words in trying to contain all the cum in her mouth, though she wasn’t fully succeeding as some was dribbling out the corner of her mouth and down onto her perky little tits. Regardless, Lisa got the memo, as for the second time that night, she quickly planted herself face down, ass up on the bed. In this position, her ass had never looked better, and you could already feel yourself returning to hardness. You wondered just how much time Lisa spent in this position.
Just when you thought the cum tales might be over, Chaeyoung scooched over in prime position to eat her best friend’s ass. Instead of swallowing the cum, she spat some of it out and proceeded to make out with Lisa’s asshole. Cum. And. Spit. Dripped. Everywhere. Lisa was moaning into the bed sheets, and as if there wasn’t enough, her pussy started leaking out again. Chaeyoung was alternating between finger fucking and tongue fucking all the natural lube into her Lisa's asshole. Once she seemed satisfied, she wiggled under Lisa into a sixty-nine position, and sucked her pussy folds into her mouth. 
After watching the two eat each other out for a bit, Lisa turned her head around and faced you. “C’mon Y/N, you can’t tell me that after all that you’re not hard again, Chae didn’t lube up my ass with cum-lube for nothing.” She said whilst shaking her ass in the air. Suffice to say you were at full mast again, so you took your place behind Lisa’s ass. She giggled as you tapped your cock on her cheeks, admiring the shape and firmness of it.
“Oh my god Lalisa Manoban keep rubbing that, fuck yes.” You couldn’t see Chaeyoung’s pussy from here but it made you smile knowing these two knew how to get each other off so good.
Holding your cock by the base, you pushed just the head into Lisa’s asshole. “Ugh, yeah keep going deeper, I can take it all.” You didn’t doubt her, especially with how slick and wet it was, but you wanted to see if you could make her beg for it. Once your whole tip was inside her ass, you pulled out, rubbed it along the length of her pussy that Chaeyoung wasn’t occupying with her mouth, then pushed just the head back in. After repeating this a few times Lisa quipped “Y/N please I need you to pound my ass, stop teasing me.” She tried to twerk it back into you but her best friend had her arms locked around her waist, preventing Lisa from getting much movement.
Chaeyoung’s sparkling eyes from below caught your attention. You couldn’t see her mouth but could tell she was smiling. Teasing Lisa when her pussy juices were literally leaking down her leg got Chaeyoung off just as much as it did for you.
You put the tip back into her asshole. “Tell me how bad you want it Lisa.”
“I’m fucking aching for your cock Y/N. You know my ass will make you feel good, lay your pipe in me however you want, just put it in please. Please.” That last word came out like a gentle little cry. And so without remorse you thrusted the full length of your cock into Lalisa’s tight asshole. Lisa screamed in delight as you pumped away, rearranging her guts. Her ass cheeks clapped rhythmically every time your hips rammed into her from behind. You were reminded that Lisa got her wish from earlier, as loud slurping sounds came from where Chaeyoung’s mouth connected to Lisa’s pussy, which was dripping like a faulty faucet.
You took a healthy handful of Lisa’s ass cheek and squeezed, taking a moment to appreciate that you were indeed fucking the Lisa Manoban’s ass. You gave her a good couple spanks just for good measure. This was clearly up Lisa’s alley, as she said “mmm fuck yes Y/N, rough fuck me from behind like the slut I am.” With your cock filling her up, all of the cum lube from before had started to drip out of her ass and run down her cheeks, until it made its way through her pussy folds. Chaeyoung was there at the end of the stream, ready to lap it all up.
“She likes having her hair pulled whilst your inside of her.”
“Chaengie, stop exposing me!” quipped Lisa, as if she wasn’t already fully exposed, her pussy eaten and her ass spread open. 
You leaned forward and bunched up Lisa’s hair in your hand. Pulling her head back as you pounded her back end, making sure to deliver more spanks as she shivered in pleasure.
It didn’t take long before Lisa moaned between gasps of air “I’m gonna… cum… already. Don’t stop fucking that hole Y/N… keep sucking my clit… right there Cha- OH” 
Lisa came like an unhinged sprinkler, her body rippling and coiling in all the right places, and Chaeyoung had to close her eyes as Lisa started to gush and squirt all over her pretty little face.
You kept fucking Lisa throughout her orgasm, but she eventually pulled forwards slightly from over stimulation. You pulled your cock out of her ass, promising to yourself in your head that you’d return to that tight cavern one day.
Noticing your hard on floating in the air, Chaeyoung wiped her hand across her face like she had just been submerged in a pool, except instead of water it was Lisa’s squirty cum. With her hand now slick with girl juice, she reached up and started to pump your cock. Evidently, these two were fans of using cum as lube. But like fuck, you were too after tonight.
“Chaeyoung, shift down towards the edge more.” As she complied, you gently pulled Lisa along so that her pussy lined up with Chaeyoung’s mouth. Her head was now hanging off of the bed slightly, exactly where you wanted it. You placed your thumb on Chaeyoung’s lips and swiped it across them. They returned to their position with a slight bounce.  Without even needing to say the words, she opened her mouth wide, her tongue looked as inviting as ever. Using Lisa’s ass as a handhold, you bent your knees until Chaeyoung’s mouth was on fucking level, and in one thrust you glided along her tongue until you hit her throat. As expected, Chaeyoung’s throat shared similar properties with her pussy: incredibly tight and the perfect sleeve for your cock. You revelled in the feeling of her warm tongue and throat massaging your rod. Each thrust was a delight. Damn these two idols knew how to take dick.
Even though you had already cum once, you knew you wouldn’t last long throatfucking Chaeyoung like this, so after a few more savouring thrusts you pulled out. “Hey, where are you going..?” Chaeyoung asked, as if her food was being taken away mid meal.
You answered her question with an action, slowly pushing the full length of your member into Lisa’s glorious pussy, which was accompanied by a gentle moan. You continued alternating between Chaeyoung’s upside down mouth and Lisa’s cunt, one slow thrust at a time. It was hard to tell which was more slippery.
“Making it last and still fucking us both at the same time? Don’t worry Y/N, this isn’t the last time we’re doing this, I can tell you that right now.” Lisa’s words reassured you, as did her pussy wrapped around your cock.
“Where do you want my 2nd load?”
“Your call Lisa, he already came insid-“ The end of her sentence was cut short, as you had just pulled out of Lisa and stuffed Chaeyoung’s mouth full again.
“My mouth is a bit dry Y/N, why don’t you quench my thirst?”
“You’ll have to turn around then Lisa, get your sexy little mouth over here, I’ve been close for a while now.”
She quickly hopped off from on top of Chaeyoung and swivelled around to face you (but she returned to lying on top of Chaeyoung anyway). You tapped on Lisa’s open tongue with your cock, and then watched it disappear as you thrust your hips forward.
“I like watching my best friend swallow your cock Y/N. She wants your cum. Are you gonna give it to her? Please cum down her throat, she's a dirty fucking cum whore babe, let it all out babe, nut in her, please.”
Chaeyoung’s accent as she pleaded for you to cum down Lisa’s throat sent you spiralling. She was a main vocalist in more than just singing. You thrust deep into Lisa's mouth one last time before groaning loudly. Hot spurts of cum coated Lisa’s mouth pipe, who greedily swallowed it all down. She wasn’t lying when she said she was thirsty.
You pulled out of Lisa’s mouth after your cock stopped twitching, now feeling well and truly spent.
"You really swallowed it all huh?" Chaeyoung noted.
"It's only fair, you got his creampie earlier."
You collapsed onto the bed next to Chaeyoung, whilst they casually discussed  your cum and the places it went.
Lisa looked over to face you with a sly grin. "You should come over again sometime, maybe we'll give you that audio recording."
“Come over again? Does that mean you’re kicking me out now?”
Lisa shook her head apologetically. That’s not what she meant.
Chaeyoung's hand stretched out behind her to find its place interlocked with yours, as if to make sure you weren’t going anywhere. "No, stay with us… tonight. But after that you should come over again, but only for the recording, no other reason." She teased in a sleepy voice.
"Really, no other reason?" You responded.
"Hmm, none that I can think off." She gently squeezed your hand, reassuring you of all the reasons that went unspoken.
A/N: How do people churn out smuts this long whilst still retaining some level of quality? I feel like I just submitted an assignment. Grade my paper and leave me feedback! Also, writing Rosé's name with the tilde above the e every time isn't worth it.
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Han, bestie, I am obsessed with Your Summer Dream. It is seriously the best DBF!Joel fic I have come across. Because I am such a sap can I ask how they spent their first Valentine’s Say together since it’s tomorrow? Like what did they do? What did they get each other? Did they try anything kinky? 👀
non, i love you so much, thank you for reading and for loving ysd <3
i wouldn't call this a proper fic or anything...just some random thoughts about these two on valentine's day. i hope you like!
your summer dream, valentine's day thoughts
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pairing: dad's buddy!joel miller x f!reader rating: 18+ word count: 1.7k warnings: fluff, consumption of alcohol, alternating pov, smut, bondage (come on handcuffs), unprotected piv, oral (m+f), ass play (it's them), and food play (whipped cream is either dairy or non-dairy in this - you decide). no use of y/n.
Joel has gotten pretty damn good at reading at you, if he does say so himself. Not that you're all that hard to read. But it's painfully clear to him, when he asks if you want to do anything for Valentine's Day, that something about the question irks you. A grumbled response followed by a sudden, loaded silence, your fingers flying to the seashell around your neck like the feeling of it under your touch will anchor you somehow.
And he's no fool, he can put two and two together. No doubt you're thinking of your ex, and Joel shudders to think how much that kid must have fucked this day up to make you react like that. He doesn't pry. But he does start to plan.
See, for Joel, Valentine's Day was never about romantic love. It was about forcing himself to wake up early for once to leave chocolate hearts in Sarah's cereal bowl before she came down to breakfast. It was about helping his little girl hand write each one of her classmate's valentines, usually in a frenzied rush on the night of February 13. It was about sneaking one for himself just so he could slip it into Sarah's lunch box and imagine how she'd smile when she found it. That's all he wants for you - that's all he ever wants for you - to see you smile and know he'd had a hand in it.
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Joel Miller doesn't do surprises all that well. But he's trying, and you love that. He might have been able to keep his plans a secret had he not offhandedly suggested you book the 15th off work for "no reason," very poorly ignoring your side-eye from across the centre console of his truck. So you'd known he'd been up to something, but nothing could have prepared you for what.
He's got supermarket flowers on the counter when you get home from work, calling out a greeting to you from the bedroom. You find him there, duffle bag open on his mattress, looking all flustered and giddy when he tells you he's already packed your pyjamas and your toothbrush and your swimsuit but that he doesn't know "what all make-up or whatever" you need and you're just standing there in the doorway, charmed to absolute death like, "Well, neither do I unless you tell me where we're going." And all he gives in response is, "Not far, nothin' crazy."
He's a picked dress for you, you discover, some flouncy little pink number you haven't worn since...well, since Costa Rica. He's already packed it away along with your singular pair of "nice shoes" and it probably shouldn't turn you on so much that Joel is literally choosing your outfit for you and yet...you think he might be the only man on Earth who could get away with something like that. It's kind of hot to let him call the shots. To, for once, not have to think so much about things.
Of course, you've got him a present too, but you keep that to yourself for now.
He's not lying; it's not far and it's not crazy, just a nice hotel in downtown Austin, chocolates on the sheets and sparkling wine in an ice bath. Reservations at one of your favourite restaurants. He looks so handsome with his hair pushed back, dark green button-down, dark black jeans, dark brown eyes in dark restaurant lighting. His fingers alternate between brushing your thigh and caressing your inner wrists and he seems to be deliberately trying to drive you fucking crazy.
As much as you insist against it, he pays for dinner, and frankly, you're far too eager to get back to your hotel room to argue about it.
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Joel is impatient too. And nervous. And fucking hard.
You may not know what he's got planned, but he certainly does. And he's been struggling to think of anything else all evening. You share a shower and it's all soft touches and wet kisses and his cock pressing into your thigh, your body literally melting against his and afterwards, he feels a bit less nervous. Your gaze is a little foggy and your breaths are coming a little shorter and he's sure you're wet by now but he fights the urge to touch your pussy because tonight...tonight is about patience. Tonight is about indulgence.
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As much as you've made a home for yourself at Joel's place these past few months...there's something about a hotel room that feels infinitely more familiar. You're glad Joel chose this.
You wait on the big, cushy bed with a robe around your body and watch Joel emerge from the bathroom, curls still damp, wearing nothing but a pair of briefs. He rummages in the mini fridge (had he put something in there?), then he rummages in his duffle bag (what the fuck is he plotting?), then he finally kneels on the bed before you with both hands behind his back and a roguish little smirk.
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He starts with the cuffs, they make him less nervous; you've already said you want this. He gets exactly the reaction he'd been hoping for when he presents them, all pink and fluffy, from behind his back: a widening of your eyes and a hitch of your breath, an instantaneous nodding of your head. So willing it makes his cock ache.
He tells you to get naked and you do so without question. Laid out all bare and open, he's sure he must be the luckiest man in the entire goddamn world. You welcome the cuffs around your wrists, all soft and pliant and trusting while you let him mould you into a position of his choosing, arms above your head. He carefully conceals his other surprise until you're comfortably restrained.
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Bound and yearning, you watch him expectantly. Suddenly he's trying to play it cool, muttering some shit like seein' as it's Valentine's Day... as he retrieves the canister of whipped cream he'd been hiding. You can't help it, you burst into a fit of laughter and Joel laughs too, shakes his head, maybe a little embarrassed. But also still noticeably hard and not exactly backing down.
It's corny - it's so corny - you both laugh and laugh about how corny it is but ultimately...this is Joel. And you'll try anything with Joel.
And no surprise, it's fucking hot as hell. You give into it the instant he traces a line of whipped cream up your navel and licks his way along it, up between your breasts till his lips find yours. Sugary and sticky, his kiss dissolves you, and you are fully at his mercy.
He toys with you, calls you his good girl while he decorates every inch if your skin with cream and thoroughly licks you clean. You squirm when he dances his tongue over your perked nipples, moan when he scoops a dollop of cream onto two of his fingers and slips them between your lips.
"Wanna eat it off your dick, Joel," you tell him and oh - he likes that idea. Quickly readjusting your restraints so your wrists are connected behind your back, he at last removes his briefs and perches on the edge of the bed, guides you down to your knees and says, "Open your mouth," only to squeeze a small amount of whipped cream onto your tongue before slowly feeding you his cock.
And that's fun - but when he pulls you off him, you pout. "I said I wanted to eat it off your cock." Joel chuckles but grants your wish, shaking the can with a devilish grin before drawing a line of cream from his tip down to his base - "Go on, then."
And you do, lapping first at the sweet stuff around his tip. The curious flavour it creates when it mixes with the heady salt of his precum is so stupidly erotic it makes you throb. You wish you could touch yourself.
Joel lets you work him until his cock is clean, slick and sweet and glistening with saliva.
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After that, Joel's patience finally expires. He helps you back into bed just so he can manhandle you onto your knees, press your chest into the mattress and eat your pussy from behind. It's his favourite way to eat you out, especially like this, with your hands still confined behind your back. Fully his.
You come like that, fairly quickly too. Maybe it had been all the build up. Maybe it had been the way he'd let his tongue wander over your asshole so he could eat you there too; he fucking loves how crazy that makes you.
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You're just a sticky-wet puddle by the time he finally fucks you, big hand curling around the back of your neck, holding you flush against the sheets until his frame crashes down on you altogether and you're fully prone beneath him. And it's kind of romantic, you think, his body weight smothering you, thick cock buried inside you, rasped whispers in your ear...it's just like the first time. All these months later and it's just like that first time.
Unlike that first time though, he actually comes inside you, painting your insides instead of your skin. He frees your wrists and kisses each one turn, tells you how good and sweet and perfect you are until the words stop sounding like words.
Another shower, a dip in the hotel pool, a quick night cap at the bar downstairs and then you're back in bed, settling in for TV and snuggles and - undoubtedly - round two.
And of course - presents.
For Joel, custom guitar picks with his initials embossed on the celluloid and a few previously promised Polaroids of the two of you together (which he immediately stows in his wallet).
For you, a book you'd said you wanted nearly a month ago now - never mind the hotel and the dinner and the flowers and the goddamn handcuffs. There's also a personalized card with a handwritten message that you're not ashamed to say makes you tear up. Well, one line in particular:
I'm yours and you're mine...one day at a time.
You curl up in hotel bed sheets, let your eyes slip closed as you savour the safety, the intimacy, the undeniable nostalgia of it all.
"I do okay?" he asks as you begin to drift to sleep.
"More than okay," you vow, nuzzling into the column of his neck. "Thank you, Joel."
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Paying For Someone Else's Mistake - Logan Sargeant
Request from @monacosprince - tbh i’m so mad and williams for what they’re doing to logan! can you please write a fic where logan is upset and self doubting over the situation and reader helps him???
Ngl reader is going to be an angry, overprotective little girlfriend in this. If you don't like that vibe, I'm sorry but I feel like Logan needs a girlfriend who will stand up for him when he's feeling down. She's a little bit...bad-tempered shall we say. We are also going to feature bestie!Oscar being a good friend bc despite popular belief I'm sure he's there for Logan to make sure he's ok.
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When it comes to dating Logan, y/n is not afraid to use her voice where Logan might try to be quiet. He's got an image as a patriotic America but he's such a soft soul and so isolated as a driver on the grid. Y/n can't help but let a more protective over him.
Y/n and Logan started dating towards the end of the season last year. She's been his main support system in giving him the confidence her gained back after losing it so much last season. He absolutely adores her and he would do anything for her. But she does a hell of a lot in return for him and he's given a lot of credit to her publicly for everything because he isn't ashamed to admit that she's genuinely that amazing to him.
"Hey, I was wondering where you'd got to." Logan smiles as y/n appears in his drivers room ahead of FP1.
"I always here when you need me." Y/n states brightly moving to kiss him. "How you feeling?"
"Good. Have you been enjoying the sun? You're warm." Logan comments making her laugh a little as he places the back of his hand to her cheek.
"Yeah, it's nice out. Before we go to Japan we should get ourselves down the the beach for a day or something." Y/n grins before Logan's trainer, Ben appears smiling at the two. "Time to go?"
"Time to go." Ben confirms making her gesture for Logan to go ahead, but he links their hands and pulls her with him as Ben leads them.
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Y/n felt bad for Alex. She knows Logan has anxiety about crashing and causing damage to the car sometimes means he plays it on the safer side or if he does push himself like he wants to and it doesn't work out, then she makes sure he remembers that everyone makes mistakes. Even Max managed to give his floor a beating today.
Obviously y/n isn't involved in the debriefs and meetings following practices but James and the team need to talk with the boys about a problem.
Ben appears before Logan does and he looks like he's just been kicked in the stomach.
"What's going on?" Y/n frowns but before he can answer, Logan appears looking disheveled and like he's been trying to stop himself from crying. "Baby? What's happening?"
"Nothing. I'm tired, just want to get out of here." Logan states which raises alarms anyway because Logan is never that eager to leave. Even tired and jet lagged.
"Probably best to go back to the hotel and rest." Ben confirms making y/n's frowns deepen. They're not telling her something and she doesn't like being kept in the dark.
Logan all but rips his suit off as if it's burning him to wear it and actually he does tear his fireproofs in the rush to get them off.
Y/n has to bite her tongue to not demand an explanation. She feels like she's sort of on the verge of stomping her foot like a toddler and shouting for someone to say something. There's nothing more upsetting than seeing Logan so upset.
They finally get out and when they do, they pass Oscar who stops them to talk to his long term friend.
"Hey, mate. How's it going?" Oscar smiles, him in a good mood since it's his home race.
"Hey, sorry man. We're just heading off to the hotel. Y/n doesn't feel well." Logan lies annoyingly well, but his tone is tight and strained which makes Oscar's gaze flick to y/n.
"Sorry, you feel better y/n. I'll see you tomorrow mate." Oscar nods but Logan is already tugging her away and the questioning look on Oscar's face making her shrug in a silent conversation.
Whatever has happened, Logan doesn't want to talk about it. At least not right in this moment. In fact they get to the hotel and she's given a kiss before he mumbles that he's going to shower.
Y/n huffs sitting down with a frown before she decides to change and order room service. Which actually arrives before Logan comes out the shower. But when he does she decides to finally force it out of him, whether she has to poke him into a corner to do it.
"Logan, please tell me what's going on." Y/n pleads deciding to try the softer approach since his eyes are bloodshot and it's obvious he has been crying in the shower. He'd never want her to see it because he hates the idea of her seeing him in such a weak position. "I can't help you if you don't tell me."
"James decided to give Alex my car...they don't have the parts to repair his and he wants Alex in the race." Logan states clearing trying not to choke on his words.
"He what?" Y/n frowns actually retracting back in disgust and trying to figure out if she really just heard him wrong. "Say that again."
"Baby-"
"No. No. That's-That's not ok. What the hell?" Y/n frowns getting up and beginning to pace. "Was I watching the wrong car when I saw a driver send a Williams into the wall? I don't remember you climbing out the smashed up car."
"Baby, it's-"
"Don't you dare say this is ok. This is not ok. I-" Y/n cuts herself short about to say something that would only add to his upset which is pretty visible really. "You deserve better, Logan. They have no right to do that."
"I know. But they've done it for the better of the team. I understand. Alex is the stronger driver-"
"Alex sent his fucking car into a wall! No other team would do this. If he can't keep his car on the track knowing the team doesn't have the means to fix it. Then that is not for him to get to continue! It is not your mistake to pay for." Y/n snaps not angry at Logan but she can't contain it. She softens a little, her body unable to fight the instinct to hug him tightly. "You are worth so much more than how they treat you."
Logan sighs resting his chin on top of her head as she rests in on his chest.
"I just need you right now." Logan whispers making her close her eyes hoping to prevent tears that are building.
Y/n hates this. Right now she'd go as far to say she hates the whole team for hurting Logan like this.
"We can eat, get in bed and cuddle?" Y/n offers moving her head back to look up at the blonde. "Yeah?"
"Sounds good." He nods managing a ghost of a smile.
-
Logan's alarms came and went. He's awake but certainly in no rush to get out of bed, favouring lying his head on y/n's stomach while she plays with his hair.
"Would you stay with me if I lose my seat before the end of the season?" Logan asks breaking the peaceful but cold silence between them.
"Don't even talk like that." Y/n mutters trying to keep her voice void of the anger that it's verging on the edge of. "You are not going to lose your seat before the end of the season and even if you did-which is not going to happen. I would never leave you because of it...I would never leave you if you gave me the choice. Full stop."
Logan only responds by turning his head to hide his face against her skin.
"Logan..." Y/n tries, swallowing thickly at the knowledge he's hurting in such a way.
She tried not to think much of him deciding he doesn't need to be in any rush to get to the paddock. But he did reach over and put his phone onto do not disturb after the alarm and it seemed to starting going crazy. People had definitely tried to call, he was meant to be in.
"We can't stay here forever." Y/n whispers rubbing her hand through his hair but he doesn't reply.
So instead of pushing, she just remains quiet and gives him the time she knows he's silently asking for.
After another 15 minutes of just playing with his hair. She keeps herself quiet when he finally shifts up and looks at her, but he quickly kisses her softly and smiles at her but it's forced.
"Are you practicing smiling with me?"
"Apparently not if you have to ask." Logan sighs then sitting up. "I just want to stay here with you."
"I know. I don't think anyone would blame you for not showing up today. Or even just saying you want to fly over to Japan."
"You think?" He asks looking slightly amused but not quite enough for it to reach his eyes.
"Well I'd understand and I'm the only one who matters here." Y/n smiles earning a small laugh. "I love your smile...don't let them ruin your smile today."
"For you, I'll keep smiling." Logan promises making her smile and move to kiss him.
And just like that they're up getting on with the day.
When they get to the paddock the level of support for Logan is overwhelming, though y/n actually had already found the support for her boyfriend online was insane. A little harsh on Alex, though maybe initially she'd felt like finding a car to run over the rebuilt F1 car and destroy the second chassis to make a point.
Logan doesn't really see Alex but y/n couldn't promise not to be slightly cold towards him.
It wasn't Alex's decision. James made the decision.
But it's Alex's crash, so she holds him somewhat at fault for this. Even if it's more on the team's completely unacceptable state of not having spare parts like the spare chassis they need.
"You're not smiling." Logan comments making y/n lift her eyebrows quickly from how deep they'd furrowed.
"Just thinking." Y/n mumbles before managing a smile at him as he relinks their hands. "I like seeing them show you all the love you. I think you needed to see that people are here for you."
-
Y/n doesn't know if she's spent so much of her life straining herself from punching people in the face. She'd happily use most of the Sky Sports commentators as target practice.
Her mum would scold her for such violent thoughts. Hell if Logan could read her mind then he might even try to settle her fiery urges.
She's flexed her hands more times to try and unfurl them from the tight fists she'd held them in for the better part of an hour.
She's not even been watching the screens. Only focusing on Logan while he stands with engineers.
Only once they're out of the garage when practice is when she discover fans saw her on broadcast and have duped her as Logan's "scary dog privileges" and apparently fear for Alex or James to cross her.
"Fantastic." Y/n mumbles walking around the paddock only to find herself caught in Oscar's company and he looks pretty amused.
"You look like you might be ready to knock someone down with a headbutt." Oscar comments making her hum. "How's he doing? I haven't got to talk to him?"
"Better now he knows the amount support he's getting." Y/n sighs while crossing her arms. "But he doesn't really want to be here. He'll probably leave early."
"I don't blame him. I get it, but-"
"No. It wasn't his crash to pay the price for." Y/n cuts in not standing for a second of it. "I'm sick of seeing people try to justify it. If one more person tries to say that it's understandable but not fair, I'm going to knock them down and stand on their windpipe till they're blue."
"Every time we talk I'm happier and happier that I'm on your good side." Oscar comments earning a small smile that in different circumstances would've been a laugh. "I'm glad Logan has you...It took him a long time to find you, but you perfectly balance him out. I think he needed someone who so...loyally defends him."
"People talk shit about him constantly. Then this happens...How is he supposed to stand by a team when they publicly humiliate him like this?"
Oscar only looks at her in sympathy.
"Anyway, I don't want to bring down your mood for your home race...you're looking really good out there." Y/n smiles lightly trying not to be a completely moody bitch.
"Thanks. If there's one race I want to go well, it's the home race."
"Well I have faith in your capabilities to make that happen." Y/n smiles before she swallows. "I'll be rooting for you to take pole in qualifying."
"That might be pushing it." Oscar chuckles but she shrugs and just leans over kissing his cheek with a one armed hug.
"I'll still be rooting for you, I'm going to go be a moody bitch elsewhere."
"I know Logan appreciates it."
Y/n sighs moving through the paddock frowning at cameras focusing on her and burning some holes through any sight of Sky commentators. No doubt that will be clipped and posted soon enough.
By the time she sees Logan briefly before qualifying, she finds he's with Alex.
"Hey, y/n." Alex greets seeming to try to be his usual friendly self but he's met with a cold shoulder.
"Alex."
"What y/n means is...happy birthday." Logan smiles linking their hands and squeezing hers in a push to be nicer but she only shoots a fake smile to the older man.
Alex makes a quick excuse of needing to get ready before he leaves while Logan sighs turning to her with a look that is supposed to make her feel guilty.
"I don't feel bad." Y/n states making Logan sigh.
"I know you're being protective. But you can't make Alex the enemy." Logan smiles sadly while tucking some strands behind her ear. "You know I love you...and I love that you're upset for me. But you can be nice to Alex...especially on his birthday."
"I'll consider it." Y/n murmurs earning a smile from the American since he knows she's still just being hesitant because she's upset.
"He was saying he will had to tread carefully after seeing the clips of you in practice." Logan smiles earning a small smile before he gently cups her face. "It's just one weekend."
"I know."
She hopes he's right. Though she's seen James talk about them "hoping" to have a chassis ready for Japan.
But that's a problem for another day.
"How are you feeling?" Y/n asks making Logan look at her for a moment.
It reads on his face. He can paint a smile on but damage goes deeper than skin deep.
"It still hurts. But it's my hurt to feel."
"You know asking me not to hurt for you is like asking me to just stop caring."
This decision is damaging to the team. It's damaging to Logan's confidence. If Alex fails to get even 1 point, it's damaging to his reputation. But for y/n, she knows that regardless of what's said, and regardless of how James might try. This is going to stick with Logan possibly long after he's out of the team.
Y/n hates that someone has the power to hurt him like that and did hurt him like that. James used that power and swung it like an axe into Logan's side, whether he wanted to or not that's exactly the damage that's been done. But the only thing y/n hates more than that, is she hates that she can't fix it.
"I'll try to be better." Y/n sighs making him smile lightly and pat her.
"That's all I ask."
Y/n grunts a little still not being able to stop herself from voicing her disapproval.
"I love you." Logan smiles lightly then gently kissing her.
"I love you too."
"Alright, let's get moving. And please try not to look like you might bite James' ear off if he gets too close."
"No promises that I won't bite his ear off if he gets too close. At least if I look like I'm going to do it, he'll not risk coming too close to me."
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summary: in which quinn counts his lucky stars. 
request: yes. FAKE DATING.
warnings: mentions of violence (not detailed), mutual friend!reader x quinn, bestie!boeser, big brother!bo, mitchell marner villainized lmao, mikheyev catches a stray, insane pining like they really want each other!!, ending is extremely fluffy, student!reader
authors note: I try to avoid doing a/n’s but I really feel it is necessary to say that I have nothing against mitchell marner. his characterization in this is baseless. he kinda cute tho
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You sit cross legged on the couch and beside you sat Quinn, holding a bag of frozen strawberries to the left side of his face. Beside him sat Elias, who had his eyes closed and head thrown back against the wall. Brock sat along the bend of his L shaped couch, leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees and he rested his chin in his hands. All avoiding eye contact with the intimidating woman in a suit standing in front of you. Why was she wearing a full pantsuit at 2am on a Saturday night? Why is she slaying corporate at this hour? The pounding in your head derailed whatever train of thought you were having. 
"Look, Jess-" Brock tried to reason, and she held up a hand, cutting him off with stern silence. He sighed and rubbed his face with his hands. Jessie, you found out, was the main manager and controller of the Vancouver Canucks, and she did not look happy. While she was usually happily getting the team from point A to point B during press tours and keeping them on schedule, among her responsibilities was keeping them in check, and she ran a tight ship. She held two phones on speaker in front of her, one in each hand, and they both rang and rang through the silence of Brock Boeser's living room.
"How bad is it?" Was the first thing she said when one answered the call. 
"Hi Jess, umm..." the voice on the other side trailed for a moment, "It's not too bad." Too soon, everyone in the room breathed a collective exhale of relief, "I'd give it maybe 24 hours, though." 
"Is there anything we can do to minimize the reach of this?" Jess asked, the stress evident in her voice. Casey, on the other line, was the Director of Social Media for the organization. She specialized in analyzing and controlling the outreach of all things Canucks related content.
"I don't think so... It looks like the videos of it fall under public domain. Nat can probably confirm." As if the angels were eavesdropping, the other call picked up. 
"Hey Nat, can you confirm if the videos from tonight can legally be taken down?" 
"I'll have to review them. But from the ones I've already seen, it's looking like not. Social Media is hard to crack down on. Even if we were to file something right now, by the time anything is processed or or orders passed, any video you're concerned about would have completed circulation." Nat was the organization's in house legal counsel. Jess cussed, taking you by surprise. You had only just met her, and she seemed all too professional up until that point. She turned her back on the four of you, continuing to strategize with the other women on the phone, heeding their expertise.
'Are we in trouble?' you mouthed to Brock, who tried to comfort you with a weak smile.
'We're fucked.' he mouthed back.
Jess turned around and you straightened up, as if you were doing something wrong. Everyone on the couch tensed up as she rounded on them. "Okay, tell us what happened." When she received no response, she sighed tiredly, dropping her anger for a moment, "Come on, you guys, make this easier for me." Quinn and Elias didn't move, fully knowing Brock would if they didn't.
"They were chirping, Jess."
"And you idiots bit? You expect me to believe that?" Jess uncrossed her arms, unconvinced, and brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose. "You three are some of the most level headed guys on the team; maybe the entire league. No one's gonna buy that. You don't even fight in game, Bo. So what gives?" 
"They took her for a- uh," Elias finally raised his head to help, "what is that?" he tapped Quinn's leg when he couldn't find the word he was looking for, and Jess shook her head with confusion, trying to follow what he was saying.
"A puck bunny!" Brock found it for him, grinning because he was proud of himself for figuring it out. The smile quickly fell from his face when he turned to look up at Jess again, "They thought she was a puck bunny. And Petey saw 'em put something in her drink." 
"Yes, puck bunny." Elias nodded solemnly, "That's the word I was looking for. They were treating her very inappropriately." 
Jess looked at you, and then looked at Quinn, and then down at her phone, where the damning video of him punching Mitchell Marner of the Toronto Maple Leafs looped.
"Did you hear that, Natalie?" She took the phone off speaker and brought it up to her ear. "Okay. Yes, my thoughts exactly. Yeah, I'll call you tomorrow morning. We'll meet if we need to. Thanks for doing this. Have a good night, bye." Jess bid Casey goodbye as well before addressing them again.
"Do you have anything to add, Quinn?" When he shook his head, she nodded, "Okay then. Get some rest, all of you. I'll text you what time to be in the office by. We'll figure this out. Nat's confident none of you will be losing any game time. Give me your name and phone number," she said to you, already ready to type your details into her phone. 
"Do I have to come too?" you asked, wide and teary-eyed, like a child being sent to the principal's office. She frowned at you, and you couldn't tell if it was out of sympathy or frustration.
"Unfortunately, yes. Sorry we have to meet like this, kid. I'm Jess," she handed you her business card and left the apartment shortly after. 
You turned to the hockey players in front of you, all sniffly. The alcohol consumed made it hard to control your emotions. "I am so sorry guys. None of this should have happened. I shouldn't have gone out with you guys, and I knew this dress was a little short-" 
"Oh, fuck all of that," Quinn interrupted your tipsy ranting, "They tried to roofie you. He deserved it. That's it. End of story."
If only the story stopped there.
.
888 Nelson. 34th Floor. See you at 9am. 
You stared at the text from the unrecognized number, and remembered the uptight lady that spoke to you guys last night. While you hoped it was a dream, the hangover assured you it was not, worsened by the anxiety you were steadily feeling.
The four of you decided to crash at Brock's apartment after the whole ordeal, since it was almost 4am when Jess left and you knew you would all be called in the next morning. You got the guest bed, and Quinn and Elias shared the couch. It was about 8:20 am. You could not believe you were awake before noon on a Sunday. You walked past Quinn and Elias who were still sound asleep on the couch, and knocked gently on Brock's door before entering. He was asleep, and you poked the bear awake. 
You had that sibling type of relationship with Brock. You took skating lessons with his sister growing up. Oftentimes you would carpool with each other's parents, and when you went with Jessica, Brock would often be there too.  She was the reason you got into hockey, although Brock says she got into hockey because of him, so he should really be credited. While Brock went off to be a hockey superstar at the University of North Dakota, you stayed back at home, completing your minor at the local community college. Four years later, you transferred into the University of British Columbia (UBC) to complete your major, where Brock so happened to be playing for the Vancouver Canucks.
Brock was busy, even outside of his hockey schedule. But he made sure to welcome you like he would his own sister, and wanted all the updates on her. ("Bo, I'm not telling you about her love life, you weasel. She's doing great, though.") He was nice enough to show you around, and introduce you to some of his friends, who happened to be his teammates. You knew how lucky you were to meet the stars of this city, but Brock was still the Bo you knew and loved. You were maybe two weeks into your second year in, just starting to get used to the city, when it all went to shit in one night.
"Bo," you prodded, "Bo, we have to meet Jess at 9am." 
"Uh huh," he groaned, swatting your hand away. He pulled the sheets up over his head, hiding from both you and the sun. "What time is it?" 
"8:30." 
"Office is like 5 minutes away," he muttered, "I'll be up in time." 
"Okay- I'm gonna shower. Need clothes." 
"There'r dono stuff in the box in the closet," he said, and rolled over. Sure enough, there was a box of Canucks merch in all sizes, waiting to be signed and mailed. You sifted through them, grabbing a pair of navy sweatpants with the number 6 embroidered on the pocket, and the first shirt that would fit you. It wasn't something you'd wear personally, but you figured you'd be able to haggle a hoodie off of Brock later.
When you got out of the shower, true to their word, the boys were all up chatting at the kitchen counter. They had each taken a 5 minute shower to wake up, and were out the door not long after. You lived on campus, and never saw how quiet Downtown Vancouver could be, only ever there when the streetlights came on. The walk to the office was quick, and the elevator up felt longer. The journey was quiet, the feeling of not knowing what would happen next loomed over all of you.
Quinn walked through the glass doors, greeting the receptionist. The walls of the building were all glass too, and while Brock's apartment had a great view, you had never seen the city like this, unobstructed. "It's better on a clear day," the lady behind the desk told you, smiling brightly at you. You waved her goodbye and followed the three men through large wooden doors, into a daunting boardroom. Four kids shuffling into the principals office. 
"Good morning, gentlemen, and, I'm sorry, remind me your name?" Jess was ultra professional today, and it took you a minute to find your voice when she addressed you so directly. "Have a seat. You're all familiar, but for our guests' sake, I'll do a quick introduction," Jess remained standing, "This is Mr. Allvin, our general manager; Natalie Maerz, in-house legal counsel; Casey O'Rielly, Director of Social Media. We've had a chance to review the footage and situation at hand. We'll go over the ramifications and consequences of your decisions last night, and then we'll lay out the options." 
Mr. Allvin, while certainly not the biggest guy in the room, had a very intimidating energy to him. It probably had something to do with the way he could get rid of anyone there, if he wanted to. "I'll start by saying, I am very shocked at the footage I saw. I am not impressed by your actions, but I understand alcohol was involved. Still, this is not the exemplary behaviour of players we seek out, and not the culture we have built for and around the Canucks. For your safety's sake, for your team's sake, this was very, very irresponsible." You hang your head in shame. The way he spoke was like a father, disappointed.
Casey cleared her throat, "If you could direct your attention to the screen," she tapped away at her laptop in front of her, and on the large TV screen at the head of the table, the most damning of evidence sat ready to be played. "This is the viral clip in question."
There was an embarrassing squeak and the breaking of glass, followed by the horrible audio of knuckles connecting with flesh. Camera was shaky, scrambling to get up, and stabilized enough to give viewers a clear view of the fight. Before the short video ended, Quinn had gotten at least four punches in, and took a few while Brock tried to pull him away. 
"This is a different angle, circulating amateur NHL reporting pages. Notice the bar behind Elias." 
The bar was dim, the lights casting a pink hue. The video quality was poor, but good enough to make out who was who. Whoever took the video had been trying to secretly film the Canucks players as they enjoyed a night off on the town. The camera was actually focusing on Petey, and you happened to be in view behind him. You were standing at the crowded bar, looking the opposite way when the bartender dropped off your drink. Some big guys loitering at the bar were chatting you up, but you were looking into the crowd of people, towards Elias. He noticed and raised his hand. You bounced on your toes before turning back, grabbing your drink, and walking out of the shot as the camera zoomed out to catch Petey speaking to Brock and Quinn, before Quinn took off towards the bar, with the camera struggling to keep up. The shoddy camera work only worsened once the fight began, trying to focus on the action. 
"And this is security footage from the bar."
Being a dark vision camera, common for clubs and bars, the inverted nature of the video made details easier to see. It was an aerial view captured from the corner of the room.
You had walked in with the four hockey players, and the first thing you did was enter the bathroom. The bar had been the groups' second stop of the night. The boys got a table, standing, and Petey walked up to the bar to start a tab. You had pulled up next to him at the bar, speaking to the bartender. Petey patted your shoulder and after a few words, parted ways, heading towards the table. 
You stayed at the bar, seemingly waiting for your drink when you were approached by three guys. 
You could barely remember them, but seeing them made you feel uneasy. 
It seemed like you engaged in regular conversation and you had turned your head when the bartender placed a drink in front of you. Petey saw you looking and raised his hand so that you could find their spot. The camera had a clear shot of the bar and everything behind it. It captured one of the men reaching over the lip of your glass, covering it with his palm briefly. The Canucks players rushed towards you as you did the same to them, but the first thing Quinn did was knock the glass out of your hand as he passed you, nearly knocking you over as well. 
Casey paused the video there, looking towards Natalie. 
"You guys are really lucky your story checks out, and we're really lucky the bar owner is a fan, because we might not have gotten our hands on this footage first." Natalie began. "This is really good for us. Administering and attempting to administer rohypnol or other date rape drugs is a serious criminal offense here in BC, and we will be countering any assault or battery charges against Quinn accordingly. I believe this will be settled quickly, privately, and successfully. In sum, the story is that Marner attempted to drug Hughes' girlfriend-"
"I'm not his girlfriend." Your face burned, partially because you were embarrassed that your carelessness got everyone into this mess, and also because you had interrupted their lawyer. Natalie's mouth closed, then opened, then closed again, and she turned to Jess for assistance. 
"Look," Jess took off her glasses to rub her tired eyes, "The fact of the matter is this: Marner tried to roofie you, a criminal offense. Quinn knocked him around, that's assault and battery, which is also a criminal offense. Though charges won't be as serious, the evidence is against him. Once we receive filed charges against Quinn, we'll be responding with the video evidence of Marner putting something in your drink. No one is going to want a public court case, but if we want any leverage at all during mediation we need to connect the two, so this whole thing can go away and we can all get back to doing our jobs." 
You stared at her blankly, before turning to Brock, eyes full of panic and alarm. 
"I've heard of guys getting dropped or traded for banging other player’s wives. It’s… it’s really looked down upon,” he told you, justifying the reasoning with a tight smile on his face. 
“I can assure you they are not just locker room stories,” Mr. Allvin said, raising his eyebrows to emphasize the weight of his words. “Quinn. We cannot afford to lose you as our captain and defenseman. I know you know that. I trust that you will take any action necessary to correct this.” 
“Yes, sir,” was all Quinn had to say. For someone who had just come out of a pub brawl, he had come away cleanly, with minimal bruising to his face. His hands showed the most damage, knuckles badly swollen and bruising quickly. 
“Pat is scheduled to address this briefly with the press. He’ll be letting the public know it is being thoroughly investigated.” Jess checked her watch, standing up, “None of you are to say a single word about this to anyone outside of this room. Moving forward this is now a legal matter, and the last thing we need is any he said she said floating around."
“I’ve drafted affidavits for you all to review and sign,” Natalie placed thick legal packages in front of each of you, “Take your time, read it through. If you have any questions, give me a call. I’ll be in my office all day. Any big discrepancies, mark it in pen and we'll re-do it. Once you're all done and ready to sign, have Bethany call me and I'll come to witness you sign and notarize.” 
The four members of staff left the room, and it was dead silent. You never knew the sound of flipping paper could be so loud.
The first pages of your document packages were all very similar, nearly identical. 
I, BROCK MICHAEL BOESER, I, ELIAS FREDERIK PETTERSON, of the City of Vancouver, I, QUINTIN JEROME HUGHES, of the City of Vancouver, AFFIRM THAT
You read the words in front of you, hoping they would help you make sense of everything.
1. I am a full time student on scholarship at the University of British Columbia.
2. In the evening on or about March 22nd, 2023, I visited the Blarney Stone pub with Brock Michael Boeser [Boeser], Elias Frederik Petterson [Petterson], and Quintin Jerome Hughes [Hughes]. As such, I have first hand and personal knowledge of the facts and matters hereinafter set forth, except where the same are stated to be based upon information and belief, and where so stated I verily believe the same to be true. 3. Hughes is my partner, boyfriend, and or significant other, with the relationship beginning on or about January 2nd, 2022.
Hughes is my partner, boyfriend, and or significant other. 
Quinn Hughes is my boyfriend. 
The words leapt off the page and punched you in the throat. They made less sense the more you read it. You glanced over at Quinn across from you. He appeared to be reading each line carefully, brows furrowed. Your eyes flickered to the other two. They were all pages ahead of you, ever since you got stuck on line three. You picked up the pace, despite finding the legal language difficult to understand. 
When you had finished, almost 30 minutes later, you looked up to see Quinn on his phone, Brock leaning back dangerously on the chair, and Elias looking deeply out the window. You cleared your throat, "Sorry. We can call her now." Elias got up and left the room, presumably to request for Natalie. 
"You all right?" Brock asked, and you nodded numbly. 
"Yeah.” You reached towards his stack of papers, "Can I see what yours says?" 
2. In the evening on or about March 22nd, 2023, I visited the Blarney Stone pub with my teammates Elias Frederik Petterson [Petterson], Quinn Hughes [Hughes], and Hughes' partner, girlfriend, and or significant other. As such, I have first hand and personal knowledge of the facts and matters hereinafter set forth, except where the same are stated to be based upon information and belief, and where so stated I verily believe the same to be true.
Natalie returned with what looked to be stamps. "Thank you all for taking the time to read these carefully. You will receive digital copies of your own signed affidavits, including the exhibits. I implore you to familiarize yourself with each statement, as this is now the legal truth. Now, let's begin. Have you read and understood what is written, and do you swear it to be true?" 
Once finished, she left with the documents. Before any of you could leave, Jess knocked and entered the room again. "I'm going to need you two to hang back." There was no question who she was talking about. "Petey, Bo, thank you for coming. Enjoy the rest of your weekend. Oh- and no pub appearances for the next little while. GM's orders." 
"I'll wait for you outside?" Brock had offered to drive you home after.
Jess shook her head, "We can send her home." 
"I'll drop her off," Quinn spoke, adding to the few words he said all morning. 
"Good idea. No doubt press will be loitering after this morning," Jess agreed, and Brock nodded, and the two blondes said goodbye. The heavy wooden door shut softly behind them. Jess turned to you and Quinn, sitting across from each other. You found it hard to look him in the eyes, an awkwardness you hadn't felt with him before. 
"Okay, here's the deal. You both just signed legally binding documents stating that you have been in a relationship for just over a year. Now, we know this is not true. We've written the timeline of your relationship from start to finish, have a look." she places two more stacks of paper in front of the both of you. You skim through the alleged timeline. 
October 14, 2021 - Boeser makes first introduction during Vancouver visit for UBC Campus Tour.  | December 29, 2021 - Second Vancouver Visit: Sparks fly during Canucks "NYE" party.  | January 2, 2022 - First date. Location: Acquafarina.  ... June 24, 2022 - Summer break: Beach date. | June 29, 2022 - Summer break: Michigan. | July 4, 2022 - Summer vacation: Hawaii.  ... March 25, 2023 - Date night. Location: Il Nido Italian Restaurant | April 15, 2023 -  Home Game @Rogers, 7:00 pm. Centre Ice Suite. | April 18, 2023 -  First public appearance: Canucks x BC Children's Charity event. 
You flip the page; spoil yourself the ending. 
January 11, 2024 - Break up announcements via private social media stories re: prepared statements (see pg. 12)
It looks like you would be playing girlfriend for the rest of the year. 
"Each of these events will need to be corroborated somehow. Because they did not actually happen, we'll need to create an evidence trail for them. We have less than a month to build proof that each event on this timeline 'happened,' before your first public appearance as a couple at the Canucks Dice and Ice in April," she tapped the section on the timeline. "And that's with working around games and training. How are we going to do this? Simply put, we'll be arranging and booking everything, and then sending you off. We'll take fake paparazzi shots, have them post-dated. ‘Sources’ will submit them to the media. It's your guys' job to take cell phone photos, change your lockscreens, all that fun stuff." she said grimly, "Anything to make this believable. Whatever you’d do for your boyfriend or girlfriend, you do it. We’ll leave a lot of story building up to you two- it’ll be more organic that way. On page 6 is the shooting schedule. Again, this is planned around team training and games. Send us your school schedule and we will try to accomodate for any labs or exams. For travel, we'll be flying you in the jet. It's better that your flights aren't tracked. All accommodation and reservations will be made under my name, as is the normal procedure for all Canucks travel and booking. Any questions?" 
Quinn shook his head, and you had so many racing through your mind you couldn't settle on one. A lot was happening all at once, and you were ill prepared to process it.  
"We'll be paying you out for your time for all of this, obviously," she said to you. Right, obviously.  As if anything about this was obvious. "Try not to think of it as hush money. It’s not. Put it towards your schooling or something. Oh- that's another thing. Quinn, your family's big in the industry. They'll need to be caught up, and I suggest you do so sooner rather than later. If neither of you have any questions, you're free to leave. Take the car parked in stall #104, keys are with Bethany at reception. If you park it in front of your building, someone will come pick it up," she told Quinn, who nodded and stood up to make his exit. He gave her a hug, mumbling a, 'thanks, Jess,’ and she motioned for you to follow. 
To your surprise, she embraced you too, “I know it’s a lot, thank you for agreeing to this. Everything’s going to be okay. Quinn’s a good guy, and we are going to take care of you. If you ever need anything, you have my card.”
You met Quinn out by the reception desk. He leaned on the counter, chatting with her. When he saw you coming he smiled for the first time that day. “You got your phone on you?” He asked, and you fished it out of your pocket and handed it to him. You watched him open a new contact, add himself, and took a photo to complete the profile. After he handed you your phone, he took your hand in his, catching you by surprise. “Let’s get you home.” 
Sure enough, there were paparazzi waiting outside on the driveway, and they snapped away at the car and the two of you inside it. You fought the urge to cover your face with your hands. Once you crossed the bridge into the residential side of town, Quinn seemed to relax a bit. “I’m sorry you’re caught up in all this,” he said to you. You blinked a couple times, the past 24 hours still registering.
“I should be the one apologizing to you. I feel so stupid- I didn’t even know who those guys were and…” you stopped yourself mid rant, “…And now you have to pretend to be my boyfriend.” You scrunch your eyes closed and drop your head against the window with an audible thud. 
“I can think of worse things to be,” he said, and looked over at you with a soft smile, "and worse people to pretend to date." 
You weren’t sure if it was the fact that he sped up to 60; 70; 80, matching the rising speed limits on the highway like stretch of road heading to UBC, but your heart rate picked up the pace to match. 
"Thanks, I think?” You face the road ahead. “Right at the next light.” He hummed in acknowledgment, flipping the signal to change lanes. In no time at all, you were home. Quinn parked in front of your building. 
“Did…” you trailed off, the reality of the situation still not settling in. It was difficult to even speak about it. “Did you want to talk things over? Now?” 
Thankfully he shook his head. It was probably the one time you felt relief upon being rejected. You weren’t ready to, why did you even offer? “I have to call my parents. Make sure my brothers don’t screw anything up. Maybe tomorrow? I think I can free up time between practice…”
“I can meet you close to the rink? You’re busier than me, you let me know.” 
“All right, I’ll text you. Hold up,” he turned off the car and stepped out, running around to open the door for you. 
“What are you doing?” You give him a suspicious look as he helps you out of the car. 
“I’m walking you to your door?” He tells you, and the way you look at him makes him question himself. “Your boyfriends never do that before?” 
Your eyes widened ever so slightly, as the words struck and stuck. He must not have noticed, because he opened the door for you once you scanned and unlocked it. You walked through, dazed. Not by his sweet actions, but by his words. 
Your boyfriends never do that before? 
They didn’t, and it never bothered you until then.
Q ♡ : I’ll pick you up at 3
ok, see you tmr 
Q ♡ : It’s a date 
Q ♡ : :)
The next day Quinn picked you up in a different car, a grey SUV. You had a feeling it was his. It had less of a clinical feel, and it smelled like him, warm and clean. He had picked up coffee for the both of you. This meeting was important, you two would be laying the foundations of your relationship, and needed somewhere private to do so.
“Do you know anywhere we can just park and it won’t be weird?” He asks, driving down the main university boulevard. 
“Um, there’s a viewpoint just off the highway. Mostly couples fooling around.” 
“We’d fit right in, then, eh?” He coaxed a laugh from you. He could tell you weren't comfortable just yet. 
“Bo tell you my order?” You asked, looking at the coffee in the cup holders. 
“No, I just guessed. Try both, you can have whichever one you prefer,” he said, then added, “I should probably know your order, though.” He saw the signs for the viewpoint and pulled into the small parking lot. It wasn’t much of a view, but he suspected the people that stopped there weren’t too concerned about it. 
“How’d your family take it?” You asked, sipping the cup you settled on. 
“Not well. Mom’s pissed, but she seemed to lighten up when I told her about you. Still pissed though. Don’t even get me started on my dad...” 
“What’d you say about me? What do you even know to say about me?” You asked, perplexed.
“All good things,” he assured you with a grin, “They want to meet you, actually.” 
“Uh oh.” You brought your knees up as much as you could without putting your shoes on the seat. 
“You’ll probably meet them when we head over to Michigan, or if they visit here. Whichever comes first. Don’t stress- they’re not going to lecture you. My dad can be intense but he’s whipped for my mom at the end of the day. He wears the pants but she calls all the shots. Besides, it’s a long ways away.” He flipped through the package you were both given. Between all of the guys Brock had introduced you to, Quinn was the man of the fewest words, probably second only to Petey. You weren’t used to hearing his voice so much, and the deep, relaxing tone started a fire in your chest, warming you from the inside out.
“All right,” you steer the conversation back to business, looking down at your own stack of papers, “New Years Party, 2022. What are you thinking?” 
“That you’re the most beautiful girl in the room,” he says without hesitation, and your eyes widen, looking into his. You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing- a defence mechanism of sorts. He chuckles too.
“Okay, okay. Are we a love at first sight couple then?” You raise an eyebrow, humour making the conversation tolerable.
“We can be,” He shrugged, then out of character he asked, “Do you believe in that?” 
“What? Love at first sight? I don’t know. I don’t think so.” You never really thought about it, and you paused to do so the first time. “For other people, maybe. Not so much me. What about you? You ever fall in love on sight?” Your tone was teasing. 
Even more unexpected than his question was his answer: 
“Yeah, I think I have.” 
You spent the next twenty two minutes debating whether or not love at first sight was just a fantasy; whether or not it was shallow of him to say that; and whether or not anything from it could ever come to fruition.
January 2, 2022 - First date. Location: Acquafarina
Your first date with Quinn had started off better than you could have ever imagined.
He was a gentleman, through and through. He arrived to pick you up right on time, and didn't say a thing when you took 20 more minutes to get ready because you didn't like the first dress you put on, and you kept finding mascara on your eyelid. He brought you flowers and opened every door; and if he wasn't holding something for you, he'd hold your hand in his. While his voice was soft, his hands were firm; a testament to all the training he did. 
The only word to describe the restaurant was extravagant. Ridiculously high ceilings and warm intentional lighting made the place feel so comfortable yet still luxurious, rays of gold reflecting off every surface. You felt under dressed, in a mid length sundress. Perfect for the spring weather outside, but when you entered the restaurant, it felt like you entered a whole other world. You consciously adjusted the straps over your shoulders. 
"I feel underdressed," you told him, feeling that you could speak honestly. He looked up from the menu he was holding. He was in a navy suit, just one of his game day combinations. Without a word, he took off his tie, pocketed it, and shook off his jacket, hanging it over the back of his chair. Immediately, a waiter came over to take it from him. Where they were taking it, you didn't know, but Quinn didn't seem to question it when he handed them his jacket, only smiled and thanked them. He seemed used to this, comfortable. You didn't even feel hungry, but you ordered something Quinn recommended anyway. The server gathered the menus and refilled the water in your glasses. You had only taken maybe two sips from it.
"Better?" he asked, looking at you with earnest concern, and you tried to smile, nodding. "What's wrong?"
"Just feel out of place," you said, and you turned your head towards the corner of the room, where you thought you heard the soft shutter of a camera. Feeling his warm hand over yours drew your attention back to the man in front of you. 
"Me too," he smiled sheepishly, and the first thought that came to mind was liar. You could tell he was only trying to calm you. His hand covered yours gently, as gentle as he could be, and pet your knuckles before turning his hand over and under yours so that your hand could rest in his, like a pearl sitting in an oyster. His thumb moved over the tops of your fingers over and over, mindless and comforting. You looked up, tore your eyes from the connection, to find an amused expression across his face.
"You've been here before," you stated plainly, the undertone loud and clear. Liar.
"Couple times, all work-related."
"No lucky ladies?" 
"I'm here with you, aren't I?" 
You laughed, the smile tight in your eyes. Playfully, you remind him, "Work-related."
June 24, 2022 - Summer break: Beach picnic. Location: Jericho 
Like the restaurant date, Jess explained that they would take the photos and then edit them. For example, you had lunch at Acquafarina on a weekday, a slower period for the restaurant, but they’d edit it to look like a dinner date. This time, you were at Jericho Beach. It was more secluded than English Bay, and with less traffic than Kits Beach. Thankfully it was scheduled on the hottest day of the spring. The sun was warm and the sea breeze cold. Quinn noted how unbelievable you looked with it blowing your hair back, out of your face like a halo. He held his phone out and took a photo, immediately making it his lockscreen wallpaper. 
Jess had prepared everything for him, sans the flowers, so he picked it up on the way to you. He always purchased your flowers from the same stall, run by an elderly lady a couple blocks away from the office. He wondered if you recognized the bouquets. It was where he first met you, after all. 
Brock had invited anyone on the team out to lunch, if they were open to meeting you before he showed you around town. Petey said he’d go, so Quinn did too. He was a young, single guy in a city that just started to feel like home. If he was doing anything off company time, he was still with his teammates.
Brock told them to meet him at a diner style restaurant near head office, and Quinn was walking from his apartment when he spotted Brock. Bo was just standing there, hands in his pockets while you chatted with the lady perched on a stool, manning a flower stall on the side of the street. You leaned over the buckets of flowers, admiring them. When Brock noticed Quinn he walked over to meet him, and when they turned around you held a small bundle of flowers with the biggest smile. Quinn had never had a more delusional thought in his life: that wrapped up in your puffy white coat, holding the small bouquet with both hands, you would make a pretty bride. 
And he thought the same today, when you came out in comfy shorts and a zip up hoodie that could have belonged to Brock with how big it was on you. He briefly wondered if it was. The sleeve fell down your shoulder to reveal a white tank top, and you pulled it back up quickly. 
"Jess said they thought you should be wearing more jewelry," he began hesitantly, "for the photos," he clarified. "So I um, got you this." You watched him pull out a little box, and held it out to you, which you opened. Inside sat a little Q on a dainty chain, in the metal you always wore, not that you were wearing any now. You only really wore jewelry when you were going out, and it just so happened that you were running late on your fake date with Quinn. 
"Wow- Quinn, I don't know what to say," you choked, "Help me put it on?" You turned around, sitting on your knees and reaching up to hold your hair out of the way. Your boyfriends never do that before? As Quinn's large hands fumbled with the clasp, a text from Jess popped up on the face of his Apple watch. 
Jess (Work): Photos are really good. Can you kiss? Would really seal the deal. 
He nearly dropped the necklace, and cleared his throat to prevent it from cracking. "Can I kiss you?" he asked, so quietly he could barely hear himself, but you did. At first you stiffened, but once he finally got the necklace on, you turned your head and leaned back until you hit his chest, then leaned up and kissed him. His hand held your face sweetly, and he kissed you like a puzzle piece meeting its pair. The sound of the camera snapping had faded to mute, falling secondary to the sound of kisses shared.
July 4, 2022 - Summer vacation: Hawaii
You had never flown in a chartered plane before, and you were glad Quinn was there every step of the way. From the moment he picked you up at your dorm, to the private air strip that was surprisingly close to the university. There were no bag checks or security lines, and he pretty much drove up next to the plane. The small camera crew were also on board the flight to Honolulu. Once situated in a big comfy seat next to Quinn, the plane took off without delay. 
He seemed tired today, although he never complained. You knew his schedule was rough, if it was anything like Brock's. "Did you want to sleep?" you asked- he was looking at the schedule for tomorrow. 
"Jesus, they have us hiking at 7am," he groaned and you leaned in, resting your chin on his shoulder as you read over the schedule on his phone. 
"At least we get a break after," you tried to make him feel better, "You should get some rest, Q." You had taken to calling him that, after all, it hung close to your heart. With a heavy sigh, he reclined his chair. 
"You should too," he reached over to recline yours for you as well, and when it matched his, he pulled you down with him. "Is this okay?" he whispered, referring to his arm around your waist. You glanced at the sleeping camera crew, and pulled a blanket over the both of you.
You would only be in Waikiki for one night, leaving early the next evening, so you packed extremely light. To your surprise, waiting for you in your hotel room was a bag of clothes from Jess. It had a cute outfit for every activity they had planned for you and Quinn, complete with shoes and accessories.
"Should I be offended that she doesn't like the way I dress?" you joked as you went through them. 
"Don't be," he mumbled distractedly. Quinn had dropped his bag on the table, texting Jess furiously. One bed? Seriously? 
She replied quickly, as if she knew he would have something to say. 1yr relationship. are you booking 1 bed or 2? 
You landed at about 6pm, and made it to the hotel before 7. The sky was still surprisingly bright. Your schedule didn't start until early the next morning, and unlike Quinn, you weren't fortunate enough to travel nearly as much. You wanted to make the most of it, explore and swim and soak up the sun every chance you could. Though you were technically there for work, it was hard to be stressed in Hawaii. With lots of sleep on the plane, all you wanted to do was be outside.
"I'm gonna go for a walk," you announced after quickly washing up and reapplying sunscreen. You had tied your hair up and shed the hoodie you wore on the plane. 
"Wait, I'm coming," Quinn put his phone down and dug through his bag to pull out a different t-shirt to change into. To your surprise, he did so right in front of you, and it felt like you were watching him strip his shirt in slow motion. You turned around, face hot. It didn’t make a difference- the image of his broad chest and soft abs was burned into your mind. You could see it with your eyes closed. 
"The camera crew's not scheduled to start until tomorrow." You said, back still to him as you put on your shoes. 
"I know, let's find something to eat." He said. "I remember this burger place being really good." 
And though he didn't hold your hand, you enjoyed spending time with him all the same. After dinner and walking until the sun had long set, you faced the one bed situation together, both standing at the foot of the bed. It was a king sized bed. You could probably sleep on either end and still have to roll twice to touch each other. Agreeing on this, you climbed in on your respective sides. After scrolling on your phones, eventually, you both put them down and turned off the bedside lamps, sitting in silence.
“Are you sleeping?” You heard him whisper in the dark. 
“Trying to,” you replied, your eyes closed. 
“Oh, sorry.” 
“It’s okay.” You yawn in between short sentences, “What’s keeping you up?” 
“I don’t know; maybe I got too much sleep on the plane,” he mumbles, then sighs, “I can’t stop thinking about how I let my anger get the best of me, and now you and so many people have to cover for my ass.” 
You prop yourself up on one elbow, facing him. You match his quiet tone, barely stronger than a whisper, “Q, I’m a girl in Hawaii on a random weekend in March. I’m not upset in the slightest.” 
When your eyes finally focused on him, his features appeared tortured more so than usual, as if he had been crying. You reached out to touch, see for yourself whether his cheeks were wet with tears or not. Your hand cupped his face, thumb swiping at the steady stream with a coo of, “Oh, Q.” You hugged him, holding him tightly. He wiped his face, turning in your arms and letting his tears fall and soak your shirt. He was a silent crier, and when he steadied his breathing, he looked up at you. You were close enough that you could see his eyes trying into focus, his light irises seemed to glow in the dark. Your eyelids were getting heavy as your energy lapsed, but they shot open when you felt him shift forward, touching his lips to yours. 
You had shared kisses with Quinn only a handful of times, and each time was a different surprise. This one was desperate, as his hands found your hips they squeezed tight, too tight, and when you gasped at the brief pain, he slipped his tongue in your mouth- a line he hadn't crossed before. His hands slipped under your t-shirt, though they didn't wander, only pulled you close, as if all he wanted was to feel your skin. You kissed him back, equally desperate. Desperate for what, you didn't know, but it didn’t matter because as soon as he was on top of you his phone rang, and you heard the most pathetic sound leave you as he pulled away. 
"Jess, hey." His voice was hoarse. In the quiet of the hotel room, you could hear her response.
"Hi Huggy, can you answer my Facetime? I want to update you both." 
You internally groaned as you sat up against the headboard, reaching over to turn on the lights. Quinn sat next to you, holding his phone out so that you were both in the shot. "Oh, sorry to wake you guys," Jess apologized, though her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "I didn't consider the time difference, sorry about that." On the small phone screen you saw how messy you both looked, and it was definitely not 'just woke up' sexy. "Anyhow, as expected our office received a Notice of Civil Claim against you, Quinn. Nat's relieved it's not a criminal charge, and you should be too. They clearly want this settled privately, which is good because we do, too. Nat's actually hopeful that they might withdraw once she presents our evidence against Marner. We’d like to make sure you both are familiar with your relationship timeline. No discrepancies. There can't be if this goes to discoveries. You would both be examined, Bo and Petey too. Nat will prepare you all if it comes to it, though... I'll let you two sleep, I know you have an early day tomorrow. Sorry again for interrupting your sleep."
After Quinn hung up, he got up to charge his phone, then climbed back in bed. Neither of you said a word, not about anything Jess said, and nothing about anything that happened before she called to say what she did. You closed the lights, and together you laid in strained silence, both yearning for sleep amongst other things.
June 29, 2022 - Summer break: Michigan
The first trip was like a honeymoon, not that you knew anything about what that was like. This trip, you were dreading from the moment you read it on the schedule. Michigan. They want to meet you. 
Quinn was driving to his house from the airport, the camera crew following in the car behind. When he noticed how nervous you were, he reached over and put his hand on your bouncing knee. You froze- the heat of his hand travelled up and through you. "Calm down. They don't bite, if anything you should be relieved because dumb and dumber won't be there." 
He turned into what might be the world's longest driveway, because you didn't realize it wasn't the main road until the house came into view. You had heard stories of this house from Brock and his teammates. His parents came out as soon as they heard the engine. You tried to remember what he told you about them as they greeted him, and to your surprise, they embraced you as well. 
"I'm Ellen. I'm so happy to meet you," she held your hands in hers, "We can't thank you enough for what you're doing for our son."
"Has he apologized to you?" his father asked, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. It was feeling very your-word-vs-Quinn’s. Your eyes flickered to him, who was initially stoked to see his parents, now seemingly more squeamish than you. 
"He did, but I don't think he's to blame... for anything," you tried to advocate for him, suddenly concerned that he'd be in for the lecture of a lifetime once you left his side. 
"You're too soft on him," his mom said, though she smiled and guided you up the steps into the house while the two men took care of the bags. "Let me give you a tour of the house." You looked over your shoulder, and based off the expression on his face, Quinn's verbal ass whooping had already begun.
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Your friends had gotten tired of you flaking, cancelling plans, and they stopped inviting you. It was a little fast, you thought. You had only cancelled three times in the last two weeks. And the last time wasn't even because of your schedule with Quinn (not that you told them.) You really had to catch up on your assignments. You were all students, you thought they would understand. But they had begun leaving you on read, and the groupchat had tumbleweed rolling with how dry it was. (You suspected they had formed a new groupchat, without you.) 
It hurt, being booted so easily. You had met these girls in your classes, and still saw them often. While they were always and still friendly upfront, they had drawn a line in the sand, set a clear boundary. It felt like something you couldn't dispute, no matter how unfair you felt it was.
And so, for one of your major projects you ended up partnering with the people who were nearby you, who like you, were isolated from the rest of the class. It turned out to be a blessing in disguise, because you knew that if you partnered with your (ex)friends, the 4 person project could have easily been a solo mission. Before you had even left the lecture hall, your group had created a groupchat and set a date for your first work session. 
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Q ♡ : Jess said you can't make it to the game? :(
You stared at the text, before putting your phone on do not disturb. You sat on Brock's couch and he was in the kitchen, transferring microwave popcorn into a bowl before joining you. 
"So how've things been?" He had been texting you throughout the last two fast-paced weeks, making sure you were okay. He always checked up on you, every now and then when he could. You noticed he stopped inviting you out, though, opting to have you over in the safety of his apartment. 
"It's been good, I think," you reached for the bowl. "Jess and the team have been taking really good care of me." 
"And Quinn?"
"Quinn's great, really great," you insisted. 
"What the fuck is with your face, then?" 
You couldn't control it- trying to stop the big smile on your face put your features in a twisted wince. Just hearing his name could change your whole mood. You rubbed your face with your hands, as if that would fix it. Then with the most tortured look you admitted, "I'm fucked, Bo." And then you told him your thoughts as you would have told Jessica, had she been the Boeser in front of you. You knew he would care and listen just the same. So you told him. 
You told him about the way he did things other guys had never done, probably never even thought to do, and probably never would. How he did everything right, always knew what to say. He didn't give you butterflies in your stomach, he gave you sucker punches that knocked the air from your lungs and threatened to make you physically ill. Because deep down, past all the wishing and hoping, you knew none of it was real. You were keeping him out of trouble, that was all. 
Brock, like you, felt emotions strongly. Glee, because his sister('s childhood friend) was in love. It was like watching a little sister grow up. Annoyed, because why did it have to be his teammate? Angry, because you were in such a stupid situation. Guilty, because he was the one that invited you out that night. He felt horrible knowing he had put you in a situation that took you away from your nice, normal life. Unlike you, Brock didn’t always have the courage, or articulation to say how he felt. So all that came out of him was, “I’m sorry.” 
“What’re you sorry for, Bo?” You sniffled, wiping your tears away and subsequently getting microwave popcorn butter on your face. You proceeded to swipe at your face with your sleeves, saying, “You have nothing to apologize for. You’ve taken such good care of me since I got here. I never had a brother, but if they’re anything like you, I’m really missing out.” Bo didn’t want to cry on his day off, and while your words did make him feel better, he did so anyway. 
The thing about Brock was that you could cry together, but it would never last long. "God you're so freakin' ugly when you cry," he broke down, laughing, and so did you. 
"You're the one who always looks like you're about to." You flicked a piece of popcorn at him, which he tried to catch with his mouth. (He missed.) As originally planned, he turned on the TV. It was usually left on Sportsnet, or some other sports news channel, but whatever channel it was on didn't seem to be covering anything athletic of the sort. You choked on nothing, the greasy popcorn making your throat feel extra dry, but you couldn't even bring yourself to stand and get yourself water.
There, on the screen, was a picture of you and Quinn, kissing on the beach in the midst of an utterly romantic picnic.
"Captain Quinn Hughes of the Vancouver Canucks, leading the league in most points by a defenceman, looks like he's been racking up points in the romance department, sources say since January of last year."
It flipped, like some amateur slideshow, to a shot of him putting a necklace on you. 
"These pictures submitted were obviously taken last summer. We had a couple statements from eye witnesses who have reported seeing Hughes with his leading lady all around town."
Another offensive powerpoint transition into an extremely low quality zoom-in of the necklace you so happened to be wearing. 
"Now, Quinn Hughes' last mention on the show was not nearly as rose coloured. It is speculated that Hughes' newly public boo could have been a factor in the viral stint that cast a bad light on our Huggy Bear. It should be noted that these statements have been supported by the creators, those who filmed the videos that went viral not long ago."
The announcer prattled on about Quinn this, stats that. You flinched when they rotated back to the photo of you kissing, blowing it up so the image filled the screen. It was a good picture of you. You had to hand it to Jess and the team. You looked great, despite the compromising position. You were lying back into him, and he had completely enveloped you in his arms, one hand holding your face to his and the other wrapped around your torso, gripping your hip and pulling you against him. You remembered the feeling and resisted the shiver that ran through you. You cringed into Brock's back, hiding from yourself. "That fucker didn't tell me he kissed you," Brock cussed, then turned on you, "and neither did you! Ya think you know somebody." 
"Don't be mad, please," you tugged the hem of his shirt, and he shook his head.
"I'm not mad at you," he said, "I'm not mad at Quinn, either. I'm mostly mad at me," he sighed, running his hands through his hair.
"Don't be," you wrapped an arm around his shoulder, "I liked it," you say in a low voice, smiling deviously.
He shoved you, nearly off the couch with his uncontrolled strength. You burst into hysterical laughter at his reaction. With his face all scrunched up, he yelled out, "Ewwww!" 
When you finally took your phone off do not disturb, you were shocked at how many notifications you had received. The groupchat that had been silent for the last week and a half was tagging you left and right; you received individual messages from them, too. Random classmates who had never spoken to you before were messaging you like old friends. Your family back home, your friends, Jessica. You had already began to receive message requests from strangers, a mix of good and bad. Mostly bad. 91 messages across different apps, and you opened the one that brought you back down to earth.
Q♡ : Jess said you can't make it to the game? :(
Some of us are still in school, Quinn. 
Q♡ : Damn, by my government name? What'd I do? 
https:/www.etonline.ca/catch-captain-quinn-hughes-kisses-on-the-beach-22947
Q♡ : O fuck
Q♡ :  . . . 
You watched the ellipses jump and settle on a loop. You were in Brock's bathroom, about to get driven home. No doubt your dorm would be swarming right now, but Brock had morning skate tomorrow, and it was already 10pm. 
Q♡ :  Where are you? I'll come to you.
You bit your thumb, not enough to break skin, but close. You thought about lying, tell him you were at home, but you couldn't- not with how you wanted to see him. 
Bo's
By the time you came out of the bathroom- what, with all your hair brushing and mouthwash and reapplying your lip balm- he had arrived at Brock's building, texting Bo to let him up.
"Huggy's here? You didn't say he was picking you up?" Brock met you at the entryway of his apartment, watching you put your shoes on.
"I didn't know he was until like, five minutes ago," you shrugged, pulling your bag over your shoulder. There was a knock on the other side of the door and you opened it to Quinn, who was spinning his keys on his finger. He looked surprised to see you, or maybe he looked concerned? You couldn't quite decipher the expression on his face. Maybe it was stress.
"Hey," he pulled you into a casual hug with one arm, something he had gotten into a habit of doing that made Brock's eyebrows raise, "Hey Boesy, g'night," Quinn reached out to do the same to him, dapping him up as well. You said your goodbye and heard Bo's voice fade as the door closed behind you.
"Jess didn't tell me they would be going forward with anything yet," Quinn said, breaking the silence. He glanced over at you in the passenger's seat. 
"I figured," you shrugged, admiring the city lights out of the window. 
"If it makes you feel any better, you look fuckin‘ angelic in those photos," he says, and you turn your head even more away from him. Otherwise, he would see how ridiculously he had you blushing.
"Thanks, Q," you managed to squeak out. You hide your face in your hands, hiding your beaming smile. 
"You okay?" There's concern in his voice and you rub at your eyes, trying to keep it together. You remind yourself that you were literally crying over this boy less than an hour ago.
"Yeah, I'm okay," you fake a yawn, "'m tired, is all." To your surprise, he begins to yawn too, mumbling his agreement incoherently. As if it was an agreement to stop talking, the rest of the drive to your building is silent, enjoying the soft music playing in his car, and the quiet noise of the city calling it a day.
As you approach your dorm, he clears his throat and brings up his earlier text. "So what're you doing on the 18th?" 
"I've got a big group project, and it's one of the few days everyone's schedule could align." 
"Why don't you bring them to the game?" 
"How are we supposed to work rinkside?" 
"You know Jess has you in a suite, right? You're supposed to bring your friends," Quinn glanced at the buildings passing by until he recognized yours, pulling over. 
"Oh, fuck," you ducked rolling up your window quickly. As expected, some of your neighbours had been waiting outside the front door for you to return. It looked like they had brought their friends with them as well, since you didn’t even know that many people on your floor. Your so-called friends were there, too. They all hung out, sitting on the stairs, chit chatting with each other. 
“Everything okay?” Quinn whispered, hilariously he had ducked down too, leaning over the centre console. 
“No,” you tried not to snap at him, but your stress levels had increased exponentially since parking. Quinn peered past the window. 
“Are they… are they camping you?” He asked, tone laced with concern but also amusement.
“No,” you snapped, “they’re camping for you. God, those girls have been ghosting me for weeks just ‘cause I cancelled a few times. Suddenly they all want to catch up,” you showed him the text notifications on your phone. His eyes focused on the messages, and he frowned. He was quiet, thinking, before he spoke.
“Do you have class tomorrow?” 
“Just online lecture at 10. Why?” 
“You can sleep at mine, if you want. I have extra toothbrushes. Do you need anything inside?” 
You shook your head quickly, your heart swelling with gratitude. “I can survive one night. Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you thanked him profusely. “You’re my hero, Q.” 
It wasn’t until he was headed back to downtown that your thoughts caught up with you, overlapping the initial feeling of relief. “I have clothes at Bo’s. You can just drop me off there.” 
“I’m not going to wake him up at 11pm when we have morning skate,” Quinn said reasonably, and you saw the captaincy in him clear as day. “I have clothes. Pretty sure they’ll fit you.” 
You opened your mouth to argue, but he was so frustratingly sensible, and he was already doing you a favour. “Okay,” you said, voice measly, “Thanks.”
You had never been inside Quinn’s apartment before, only met him out front a couple of times with Brock and others. Like Bo, he had a nice place. A condo in the clouds with magical floor to ceiling views of the city. It was super tidy, probably because he couldn’t really cook when the season got busy, and the lack of things, despite being well furnished. You could count the number of personal touches in the main area on one hand; his work duffel bag by the door, a family photo sitting on the entranceway table, and a fake plant on the floor by the window. That was, if you ignored the big pile of fan gifts in the corner of the living room.
Immediately, you realized the difference between his apartment and Bo’s- Quinn had one bedroom. He was already setting up camp on the couch, converting it into a bed, and you helped him. “If you need a stuffed animal or anything, you can take your pick in the corner,” he joked, making an effort to get past the discomfort he felt from you. “Did you want to shower or anything?” he asked, then, “I don’t really have any like…. uhh girl stuff.” 
“It’s okay, um, soap is soap. As long as it gets me clean.” For the first time, it was awkward between you two. Even when you shared a bed in Hawaii, it wasn’t so bad; the tension wasn’t nearly as suffocating. Something about being in his space, in his apartment, felt so intimate. 
You tried to keep your time in his bathroom as quick as possible, knowing he had to be up early tomorrow, too. He had left you a towel and a set of clothes: a soft pair of sweatpants and a tshirt. The fit was by no means flattering, the pants bunched at your ankles and the tshirt threatened to drown you, but it was extremely comfortable. You walked out of the bathroom both dressed and smelling like him, and made yourself comfortable on the couch bed.
He showered quickly after you, and was shaking out his wet hair with a small towel. “What are you doing? Go to the bed,” he said with a confused frown, standing over you. 
“No? It’s your bed, sleep on it.” You shook your head, looking back at him with the same expression. 
“Bo will kill me if he finds out you slept on the couch. Any of the guys would.” 
“I was thinking he wouldn’t find out I slept over here at all,” your eyes narrowed. 
“C’mon, I gotta sleep. Go.” He tried to be firm, but it was sounding dangerously close to a whine. He was getting tired. 
“I’m not moving, Q.” Seeing him pout sparked a mischievous fire in your eyes. His pout turned into a glare as he weighed his options silently, and then proceeded to climb in next to you. “What the fuck, Q?” 
“My couch,” he grumbled, already turning over, so that his back was against yours. “Go to the bed, or go to sleep. Goodnight.” 
.
Quinn woke up not to the sound of his alarm, but to the bright sun peeking through the living room windows. He snuggled into the hairy pillow. His eyes snapped open, and it took less than a minute for them to adjust. 
He was snuggling not into a pillow, but into the back of your neck, his arm over your waist, and body tight against yours. You were warm, comfortable, and very much unconscious. He pushed himself away, and with a soft thud, landed himself on the floor. With a groan, he picked himself up, and quickly got to starting his day. And as he padded quietly around his apartment, wary of waking you, one thought sat at the front of his mind:  
Why the fuck was he hard? 
Spare key to lock up if you need to leave.  Wifi password: 438643  Breakfast in the fridge.  Text if you need anything.
The domesticity of it all was sickening. (Or was that the butterflies?) He was gone when you woke up, and it was probably for the best. You weren’t sure you would make it to the next fake date, if you woke up next to Quinn with the morning light shining on him. Your mind wandered to what he would sound like first thing in the morning, and you tried to shake the thoughts away.  
You opened the fridge that he had to label with another sticky note because it blended in with the cabinets. You snickered, because he also labeled the takeaway containers, ‘breakfast.’ His fridge was empty otherwise, save for the door being completely lined with his Glory Juice smoothies. You grabbed one as well as the breakfast, and scavenged for cutlery while you heated it up. 
You cleaned up the place, returning the couch to its original state and folding all of the blankets and stacking them with the pillow. You logged onto your Zoom class not long after, seated at the kitchen counter. 
It was maybe halfway through the lecture when Quinn returned home, and you quickly turned off the camera. 
Your stickler professor pinged you right away, and spoke to you through your headphones, “You know the rules.” Camera on, no distracting filters, no stupid backgrounds. Remain seated, save for bathroom breaks. Remain muted unless called on. “Camera on, please.” Hesitantly, you turned it back on. Thankfully, Quinn wasn’t in the shot. He knew you were in class and made an effort to move around quietly, and avoid crossing behind you. He took a quick shower and retreated into his room. 
Your classmates knew something was up, and your friends, despite not having opened their texts, blew up your phone again. They feigned concern, we heard you hadn't returned to your dorm, where are you?, is everything okay? You turned your phone over, blood boiling at the nosiness of it all. Thankfully, your professor dispersed the class into breakout groups for your project, giving you a bit of class time to discuss and prepare. 
At the end of your class, you packed up your things and changed back into the clothes you were wearing the day before, folding Quinn's clothes neatly. "You okay?" Quinn's voice made you jump. He was leaning against the wall, watching you scurry around. 
"Yeah, just my friends, or old friends, I don't even know anymore-" you sighed, sitting down on the couch, and he moved to join you. "I'm just so annoyed with them right now." 
"What'd they do?" he asked, and though he seemed genuine, you knew he could probably care less about your girl problems. Still, you told him about their pettiness and your perceived lack of understanding, and how alone it made you feel. Campus was at the westernmost point of mainland Vancouver, and it was easy to feel cut off from the rest of the city. 
You were so mad, ever since you and Quinn made headlines, they did a full 180. You were annoyed with yourself, because part of you wanted to talk to them and sweep the whole thing under the rug, but you couldn't, knowing they wanted nothing more than whatever minimal amount of clout being seen with you would garner.
Though you weren't complaining about him, nor did you blame him, Quinn felt bad that the situation he had created caused you so much trouble in your personal life. 
"They're just so obvious about it, too. I didn't even know they cared about hockey." You had your head thrown over the back of the couch, ranting to the ceiling. You closed your eyes, sighed. 
"Why don't you stay here for a bit?" Quinn suggested, offering the only thing he could that he thought might help you. He watched you closely, as you frowned and shook your head.
"No, I have in person lectures to attend. It'd be a hassle for both of us."
"I could drive you." His eyebrows furrowed, what was he saying? His schedule was tight enough as is. Driving you around in between would be exhausting. But he meant it.
"I appreciate the offer, Q, but I should really get going. Besides, if I need to get away from campus, I can always stay at Bo's." Quinn never saw the need for a second bedroom, but at that moment he kicked himself for not having one. Like a puppy at your heels, he followed you to the door.
"Let me drive you," he grabbed his keys, but you declined again, crouching down to put on your shoes.
"I can take the bus. It's a nice day, I think I need to clear my head." And it wasn't until you were outside in the fresh air and warm sun that your emotions settled and you noticed: Quinn was being extremely attentive to you recently. The realization swept you off your feet; you felt like you were floating on air. He wanted you to stay with him.
The bus ride was long, despite being an express bus, and it took you through quaint shop lined streets. It was enough time to ground yourself with reminders of contracts signed and schedules to be fulfilled. It was exhausting to constantly remind yourself that the guy you liked did not like you back, and when you made it into your dorm without any hassle (it was a Wednesday afternoon) you crawled straight into your bed. When you closed your eyes, you dreamed about him holding you. Tears dampened your pillow, for even in your sleep you knew it wasn't real.
March 25, 2023 - Date night. Location: Il Nido Italian Restaurant
This date was a lot more chaotic than your first. 
It started when Quinn picked you up, as he usually did, flowers in hand. He made the mistake of coming to your door, in his defense, it had never been a problem before. He was quickly spotted by students, who notified their friends, who all flocked to your building. It was a struggle for you to open the door, with the people blocking the way. You knocked on the glass, getting Quinn's attention, and he immediately moved to help you. He was so incredibly well spoken, and he bid the crowd goodbye despite their vocal objections. Performatively, you reminded yourself, he wrapped his arm around you, and with his hand on the small of your back, he helped you through the crowd. "You look beautiful," he tells you and places a hefty bouquet in your hands, and you feel like the luckiest girl in the word. 
The drive to the restaurant was ridden with small talk, the silence uncomfortable; as though you both had a lot of thoughts and no plans on verbalizing them. Quinn had always been quiet. You avoided looking at him, call it fear of falling in love. One thing about Quinn, you learned, was that he cleaned up nice. He ditched the tie this time, in a black suit. Coincidentally, matching your little black dress. His hair, which was swoon-worthy unstyled, curled romantically and fell in all the right places. Despite his relaxed grip on the steering wheel, the definition of muscle was clear beneath the well fitting suit. You stared stiffly ahead, trying to delay that feeling in your stomach for as long as you could.
When you got to the restaurant, you were swarmed by reporters and photographers. He took off his suit jacket, looking after your modesty, and wrapped around you once more to guide you into the privacy of the restaurant. It was like walking into a secret garden, the dining area opened up to an open air courtyard. He helped you into your seat, then took his across from you. 
Quinn swallowed thickly, eyes trailing down to the 'Q' that sat in the space between your collarbones. He was nervous. Why was he nervous? He had no reason to be, you were familiar. He'd done all this before. Everything familiar about you seemed so special tonight- you smelled extra nice, your skin felt extra soft, and your lips looked extra kissable. He shook his head, a physical attempt to remove such thoughts from his mind. What was this feeling in his stomach? His eyes got caught up in your lips again, watching them move but not hearing.  
"Quinn," you kicked him lightly under the table. He had zoned out. The server was looking at him. He ran a hand through his hair, as if it would help clear his mind, and glanced quickly at the menu. 
"Uh, I'll have the steak, and whatever appetizer you recommend," he handed them his menu with an apologetic smile. "Thanks."
"Thank you," you echoed, smiling up at the server as well. He liked that about you; no matter what was going on, you were polite to staff. Once the server was out of earshot, your smile faded, replaced with a concerned look. Or were you annoyed? Quinn couldn't tell. "Are you okay?" you asked him. 
"Yeah," he subconsciously touched his hand to his stomach, hoping it would settle. "I had a stomachache earlier," he lied.
"Oh? I think I have something for that, let me see," you began to dig around your purse.
"I'm okay," he insisted with a chuckle, and reached his hand out, palm up on the table, "Can I... Can I hold your hand?" You blinked at him across the table. You were almost positive the camera crew weren't tagging along for this one, since the company no longer had to pay cameras to follow the two of you around. You glanced around before placing your hand in his. His hand played gently with yours and you sat quietly, watching him. "Are you okay?" he asked, glancing up from where he held you.
You thought about all the things you could have said and all the things you wanted to say before you settled on, "I'm okay." 
And just as you didn't pry, neither did he. The food arrived, and everything was fine, as everything always was when you were with Quinn. Yet you couldn't get past your thoughts and feelings long enough to have a good time.
"This place is nice," you said absently, though you meant it. 
"Yeah, it is." he agreed, equally far away. He hadn't seen you since you slept over at his place, and he didn't want his time with you to end so soon. I guess you could say he missed you; it was something he was still coming to terms with. "Do you want to go somewhere else? After this?" 
"I didn't see anything scheduled after this." You began to pull your hand away to check your phone, but he grasped it, stopping you in your tracks.
"There isn't." He looked at you earnestly, but you couldn't read his mind. I want to spend time with you.
"Oh. Okay, yeah, sure," you nodded, and to his relief, a smile spread across your face, "I'd like that." 
What was a pretty good dinner became the longest meal of his life. All he wanted to do was get out of this restaurant that was now overwhelmingly fancy, but he let the night play out as scheduled. He knew where he wanted to take you, and his leg bounced in excitement. Something had shifted, and the initial stale air between you seemed to have lifted. 
He told you stories about practice, and things said on the bench and you laughed; the sound both calmed his nerves and kicked him in the stomach. You told him about your project partners, and how it must have been a blessing in disguise to get them instead of your friends; he's glad you're not hung up on them. He likes them even less than you do. While he's good at letting things go, their messages definitely rubbed him the wrong way. It feels nice to have somebody on your side. When the server offered the dessert menu, he politely declined and asked for the bill instead.
When you arrived at the restaurant, the sunset was in full bloom, and as you watched him pay, the lights in the romantic courtyard came on. He draped his suit jacket over your shoulders and as he led you through the place and towards his parked car, you thought he never looked more charming. He helped you into your seat, kissing the top of your hand before shutting the door. Your heart flutters and you barely hear the shuttering of cameras in the distance.
"Where are we going?" you asked, grinning excitedly. He reached over your seat to back up and then he glanced at you, pausing in moving the vehicle. He was so close he could lean down and kiss you if he wanted to. If he wanted to.
"It's a surprise," You gasped when he moved to he brush his nose along the side of yours, then pulled away to continue driving, the ghost of a smirk on his face, "Don't you trust me?" When he removed his arm from your seat, he rests it on your knee. You didn’t miss the way his fingers fiddled with the hem of your dress. He drove you through the city, leaving downtown and up Main Street, you drove past Science World and he pulls over near the water. 
It was a nice area you had never been before, with beautiful modern highrises and dog walkers passing by. He led you by the hand down the streets, and the rows of condos opened up into a big, open square, lined with stores and restaurants. The place Quinn led you to was an ice cream shop- not the popular one on the big street, but a quieter one around the corner. They had packaged ice creams in freezers on one side, and three rows of scoopable flavours to choose from. The only other patrons were a group of cyclers enjoying their cones outside, and a father and daughter sitting at the window. 
'You know I'm indecisive, right," you joked, though your eyes were wide, trying to read each flavour they carried. 
"Take your time," he assured you, keeping a hand on your waist as he followed you around. He seemed to know what he wanted, because all he did was watch you try and figure it out for yourself. 
"What are you getting?" You asked. He probably knew what was good. 
"Raspberry white chocolate."
"Ooh," your eyes sparkled under the bright ice cream shop lights, and you came away with a scoop of strawberry lemonade in a cup. Quinn opted for his in a cone, and extended it to you first, letting you get a lick in. "Mmm," you beamed, and offered him a spoonful of yours, and he mirrored your satisfaction. 
He led you through this neighbourhood, and you wondered how he knew about it, so you asked. "Uh," he ran a hand through his hair, so attractive it almost distracted from his words, "I used to see someone around here." You nodded, having nothing to say. Despite all things, it didn't sit well with you to hear. You remind yourself that you have no claim on this man, not really. As he told you about the details of his day, you wondered if you held any space in his mind. You stop to observe the dogs at a dog park, scruitinizing how closely each pup looked to their owners, guessing which dogs were 'dating' or 'best friends.' 
"If you were a dog, I think you'd be like, a chocolate lab," you told him, and he laughed. 
"Yeah? Why's that?" 
"You seem like you'd be good at fetch." 
"I mean, you could name anything you want, and it'd be yours," he told you, looking much too serious for such a topic.
"Anything?" Your eyes watched the corners of his mouth rise, forming words you never heard. "Sorry, what?" 
"You name it, it's yours," he repeated himself, and boldly reached up to brush your hair out of your face.
"Q..." you began, and caught yourself leaning into it. You straightened up, creating space between you. Had you blinked, you might have missed the way he followed after you, before leaning back himself. "I can't have a dog in my dorm." 
"Say that again?" Your words caught him off guard. His eyebrows furrowed and his head spun, trying to wrap around the conversation. 
"I live on campus," you explained, "I want a dog, but even if you had one for me right now, I wouldn't be able to keep it." 
"Move in with me, then," he said simply, as if it were the easiest thing in the world. "I own the place, and it's a pet friendly building." 
"You have one bedroom."
"I know."
After a moment of silence so loud you could hear your own heartbeat, you let out a little laugh. It was weak, airy, and humourless; a defense mechanism breaking down. "This is all hypothetical, though, right?" 
Quinn stared back at you, and thought of everything he could have said and all the things he wanted to, before he said what he did, "Right."
As he watched you watch the city lights twinkle across the water, he could imagine cuddling you on his couch, looking out across the same city from a different perspective.
He wouldn't mind a dog in the picture.
He didn't want to drive you home. He took all sorts of wrong turns, and as long as the two of you had something to talk about, as long as he could keep making you laugh, he would just keep on driving. It certainly did not take two hours to drive from Olympic Village to UBC. If you noticed at all, you didn't say anything. Eventually, he made it to your area, and parked in front of your building. It was almost 1 in the morning, and there was no crowd of students waiting for you at the door. You looked over at him, thanked him for the night, and took off his suit jacket, returning it. He tossed it in the back seat and ran around to help you out the car, as he always, always did, then saw you through to your front door.
"Goodnight, Quinn," you hold the bouquet of flowers with both hands, looking down at them. A striking image of the day he met you. 
'You sure you don't want to come over?' The words sat on the tip of his tongue, like a little kid at the edge of the big diving board. He doesn’t say them, instead, he steps closer, reaching out to feel you. One hand came up behind your head, gently bracing it as he kisses you. Another hand meets your waist, pushes you against the cold concrete wall of the building entranceway. The flowers fell to your feet as your hands snake up and around his neck, holding him close. 
'It's getting late, but do you want to come inside?' You push back thoughts of inviting him in, choosing instead to kiss him for as long as he would let you.
April 15, 2023 -  Home Game @Rogers Arena, 7:00 pm. Centre Ice Suite
Quinn never had a thing about girls wearing his jersey, until he saw you in it. 
He arrived early to rink, knowing Jess had you picked up and shown into your suite. It was one of the nicer ones, with a big white couch, a great overhead view of the rink, and TV screens, if you preferred them. He knocked on the door, waiting to hear your call before entering. You were there early, too, and Jess must have provided you with one of his jerseys already. It was his red All Star Jersey. He didn't really like it until he saw it on you. While he was still in his suit, he saw them rolling out the dark Flying Skate jerseys for tonight. Frozen in his place, he stared at the 'HUGHES' across your back, before you got up and made your way towards him, enveloping him in a hug. He kissed your cheek, eyes flickering to the other people in the room. You had spoken about them fondly. "Q, these are my friends, Jason, Henry, and Luke." You never mentioned that they were all guys. They all stood up to meet him and you pulled him by the hand towards them. They were all wearing jerseys, reminding him again about how much this city loved hockey.
"Hey, thanks for coming out. Luke's my little brother's name." He fist bumped them all. Like his brother, this Luke was a little taller than him. The group of boys gushed, as most fans he met did. Thanked him for all he brought for the team, took selfies, and he signed their jerseys. It dawned on him that he never asked you what your project was about, so he did, and they gushed some more. It had to do with security firewall codes, how they should be ever changing, and random. Your group had come up with the idea of using patterns in nature to create the changes in code. That explained the lava lamps sitting on the table, surrounded by laptops and notebooks and loose papers. 
Quinn can't remember feeling jealous over a girl in his life. Especially not in a room full of computer science majors, while they geeked out about code. He had no idea what you were talking about, but he was mesmerized by the way your eyes sparkled when you spoke about it. You hugged his side, wishing him good luck on the game, and walked him to the door. Letting his feelings get the better of him again, he kissed you, hand reaching down and giving your ass a tight squeeze. Just hard enough to get a sound out of you, draw attention. You tried to push him off, flustered, but of course he didn't budge. You were never big on public displays, cheeks burning as he pulled away. You glared at him, and he smirked back, leaning down to place a quick peck to the corner of your mouth, "See you later, sweetheart."
He never felt nervous on the ice, either. Some days skating felt easier than walking. And though he knew you wouldn't really be watching, what with your project going on, he knew he wanted to play well for you. 
As he headed to the change room, he passed by Kate and her camerman headed towards the suites. "Hey, Quinn," she stopped him, "Is it okay if we say hi to your girl? Jess said she was here tonight," she looked at her phone, "Room 4?" Kate was a kind and thoughtful reporter, and though he wasn't sure you were game for it, he wouldn't have anyone else point a microphone and camera at you. Besides, if Jess sent her, there was no saying no. He thought about texting you to give you a heads up, but a petty part of him had him pocketing his phone. You never mentioned they were all guys. 
You opened the door to a bright, pretty blonde. You recognized her as Kate Peterssen, from all over the Canucks' social media. "Hi! I'm Kate, and this is Louis," she introduced herself and her accompanying camerman. Her voice was clear and nice to listen to. "Jess sent us, is now a good time?" She peered over your shoulder, noticing the mess of schoolwork spread across the couch and coffee table. 
"Oh." You stood still. This would be your first test, and you were facing it alone. "Yeah, sure, no problem," you pushed through your feelings and invited them inside. Kate was helpful in making you feel comfortable, chatting with you before starting the interview. She let you ask her questions about her and her job, and she seemed equally interested in what you and your classmates were doing. She made sure you were good to go and even helped you fix your hair before the camera started rolling. She introduced herself quickly before introducing you. 
"We were just chatting, and I'll try to keep the girl talk to a minimal," she laughed, coaxing one out of you, "But tell us, how did you meet Captain Quinn Hughes?"
"We met through Bo," you smiled fondly at the memory.
"And can you tell us about your relationship to Brock?" 
"He's like a big brother to me. I met him through Jessica- his sister- and we both flew the coop and ended up here in Vancouver." 
"Right, you're here on an academic scholarship, congratulations by the way, studying at the University of British Columbia. How are you liking that?"
"Oh, um, it's been great." Your mind scrambled, fully expecting to answer all Quinn-related questions. "Vancouver is so diverse and I feel that on campus as well. It's a great mix of people and.. and there's so much to learn."
"You mentioned you're actually working on your group project here at the game tonight?" Kate laughed, looking over her shoulder at the guys behind you, working away. "Can you tell us a little bit about what you guys are working on?"
"We are," you nodded, laughing sheepishly, "I would love to, but I'm afraid I might put you to sleep before such an exciting game."
"We appreciate you looking after us," she chuckled, "Brains and beauty, it looks like our Quinner struck gold. I for one look forward to seeing you at future events. Thank you for your time."
It was hard getting your group to work on the project during periods, and by the 2nd you gave up, watching the game as well. You joined them, leaning over the balcony. Quinn was doing really well, creating space and controlling the blue line. He made lots of opportunities, and got the puck to the net for the forwards more shifts than he didn't. It was so strange, seeing someone you were so familiar with idolized. It was the same with Bo, which was why you hadn't gone to many Canucks games since moving to Vancouver.
"Yo, you're on the 'tron," Henry nudged you, sliding his elbow into yours, knocking you off balance. You jolted up, looking at your own surprised image on the screens. The audience screamed when the camera switched to Quinn, who was smiling stupidly on the bench, eyes up at the jumbotron, leaning on his stick. You covered your face with your hands, embarrassed, and your friends laughed, teasing you about it for the rest of the night.
Q ♡ : How are you getting home? 
Jason's driving everyone back
Q ♡ : No
Q ♡ : Let me drive you
Q ♡ : Its on the way
You laughed out loud, as it was most definitely not. Quinn lived in the downtown core, he could have walked to Rogers if he wanted to. Not the best idea with fans wrapping around the building, so he almost always brought his car. You packed up your things and tidied up the room as best you could with your friends, bid them goodbye and sat back down on the couch to wait for Quinn.
Soon you heard a knock at the door, and a freshly showered defenseman came through the door. You opened your arms for him, a new habit, and he fell into you, joining you on the couch. His hair was dripping, and the water was cold on your skin. You shivered, and he hugged you close, trying to calm the adrenaline running through him. "Congrats on the win," you said quietly, "Well deserved, Q." You place a kiss to his forehead. The arena outside is humming with the lack of noise, the fans having filtered out into the halls of the arena, shuffling home. 
"Thank you," he shifted your weight around easily, so that you were sitting on his lap, and you raised an eyebrow at him. What are we doing? The question echoed in your mind. "You should watch more often. I'll call you my lucky charm..." 
"Don't get ahead of yourself," you laughed, and when you moved to get off of him, his hands held you in place, pulling you back down firmly on his lap. What are you doing? Your breath caught, feeling him- 
"Anybody in here?" A clamoring at the door distracted both of you enough into standing. "Oh, boy, did anyone even use this room?" An elderly man with a cleaning cart and a vacuum had entered the suite. When he saw the two of you there, he apologized, "Oh! I'm sorry- I can come back." 
"No, no, it's okay. We were just leaving," you grabbed your bag, which Quinn grabbed from you, and followed you out, laughing. "Thank you, have a good night, sir." You called as you left as quickly as possible, not sure how much he saw. Your face had never felt so hot before, you peeled off the jersey Jess had sent to you, overheating. 
"Noo, keep it on," Quinn whined playfully, tugging the hem of it as you reached his car. He opened the trunk to place the bags in. You glare at him, and for the first time, you go over to the passengers side and let yourself in, slamming the door behind you. 
"Sweetheart, what's the matter?" Quinn asks once he gets in the car. His tone is different, concerned, but there's something else there that's been pissing you off since the start of the night. 
"What's the matter? What's the matter with you, Quinn?" He pouts at the use of his name- you don't call him that anymore. It's weird now, hearing you say it. He doesn’t like it. “You- you've been taking this way too far."
"What do you mean?" He frowns, for real. He leans back in his seat and crosses his arms, a defenseman through and through.
"This whole fake relationship thing! Texting me in the middle of the night, kissing me when there's no one watching, and-" You were struggling not to raise your voice, getting hysterical. 
He lets you talk, lets you yell, lets you cuss him out. He had never seen you so mad before; he might have to be 5150'd, because he as angry as you were, he wanted it all to himself. He genuinely didn't want anyone else to see you like this; so vulnerably furious.
"-and what the fuck was that just now?" You huff. You glare at him, chest rising and falling rapidly. His eye catches on the little 'Q' hanging there, and he looks back up to meet your eyes. He wants to lean in and kiss you, but he knows it's not the time. He wants to tell you he's over it, sick of pretending, but he knows it's not the time. He wants to make you his, but he knows it's not the time. 
But fuck it, Quinn had never been one to wait around for the right time. 
He leans over the centre console, and stops just shy of kissing you. The heaving of your chest stopped- you held your breath, looked him in the eyes. He met you, and he thought he knew. He went on dates with you, took a trip with you, spent a weekend with his parents with you, and now he's sure he knows. He blinks, and the staring contest is over. Your glare turns into one of concern, searching his features for an answer to all your questions. “Please,” your voice cracks- and he knows he knows he knows- you all but sob, “You’re so easy to fall in love with. Please stop fucking with me.” 
His heart beat feels like punches to his chest. 
“I have loved you from the moment I saw you,” he says, and time stands still despite cars moving past the underground parkade. A car alarm is going off in the distance but what was once the most annoying sound in the world fades to nothing. “I’m friends with the old lady that runs that flower stand, because of you.” 
“Beverly?” You ask incredulously. Somehow your memory works amidst your emotions breaking down.
“Beverly,” he nods, laughing dryly. He brushes his nose to yours, as he has time and time again. You enjoy it fully for the first time. “She says you’re one lucky lady, by the way,” he adds, trying to make you laugh, or smile. He’d take whatever he could get. “I’m not pretending anymore, and I guess I was kind of hoping you weren’t, too.” He scratches the back of his head, full of boyish charm. 
You shove him back into his seat, “How am I supposed to know that if you don’t say anything?” 
“Well, I’m saying something,” he grins, leans forward again, elbows on the centre console but not quite invading your space. "What do you say?” 
“Q, you’re literally the man of my dreams.” He swoons, beams at your words. It’s like he scored a goal. “I couldn’t say no even if I wanted to, we’re schedule to break up in January. Speaking of which, what are we going to do then?” 
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” he says wisely, ending the conversation with a sweet kiss, the sweetest he's ever given. 
He drives you home, not to your building, but his. You change into a pair of his sweats and he does too. You can barely keep your hands off each other. He's starving so he orders food, more than enough for the both of you. His body is exhausted but his mind is buzzing; he's on cloud nine. His team won an important season game, his record is clean, and he got the girl in the end. He's exhausted but he has the strength to hold you tight. He kisses you every time he thinks about doing so, just because he can. His hands wander because you allow them to. He can barely keep his hands off you. You're laying in his bed together, talking about everything and nothing. He tells you about how his mom hoped he'd find a girl like you, how much she liked you when you met. He asks about your parents, and you tell him. The good and the bad, you tell him all that he wants to know. You feel safe with him. He apologizes for crossing the boundaries he did and you tell him it's okay- he's just lucky he's cute. You fall asleep shortly after, curled up in his chest and he'll feel it in his shoulder tomorrow but right now he'd hold you even if the sky was falling. Only once your body completely melts into subconsciousness does he let himself find his own, and as he falls asleep he wonders if you dream of him, like he dreams of you.
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It was a good thing you stayed over at Quinn's, because early the next day, Jess called the both of you into the office.
"Thanks for coming at such short notice." If she was suspicious at all that you had stayed the night with Quinn, she didn't say anything. She led you to the big boardroom where Natalie was already seated. You all greeted each other politely, and Quinn, ever the gentleman, helped you into your seat. Call it a good habit. It never got easier, sitting in such a big and daunting space; he noticed your unease and placed a hand on your knee, pulling your chair closer to him. Jess and Nat shared a look, one you caught but couldn't read. "We have very good news," Jess grinned. It was the first time you could recall seeing her smile so fully. She remained semi-standing, sitting with one leg on the table.
"I would first like to start by thanking you both for your diligent work," Natalie sat across from the two of you, and placed a stack of papers in front of you. "Not only did they dismiss the case, but the Leafs are going to pay us not to release the footage of Marner." Quinn laughed in disbelief, and your hand flew to cover your mouth, which had dropped open in shock.
"Nat's real good when it comes to negotiations," Jess praised, "So you better take her out to dinner, Hughes," she told him pointedly, and he got up to hug them both. He was a bright ball of thank you's. "Aren't you forgetting someone?" Jess gave his shoulder a small push when he pulled away. His expression dropped, confused, until she tilted her head at you as you were thanking Natalie for her work. He shook his head, beginning to laugh as he hugs you from behind. 
"Thank you," he said, his voice vibrating in your ear, giving you a squeeze tight enough to make you giggle. There was that look again, between Jess and Nat, and this time you knew what it meant. Caught red-handed. 
"Quinn, can I talk to you privately after this?" Jess asked, and he pulled away from you to reply to her. Your back felt cold in his absence, and your nerves began to ripple again. What was there to talk about?
"Yeah, I was actually going to ask you the same." 
April 18, 2023 -  First public appearance: Canucks x BC Children's Charity event
This night was about raising money for the children, but it certainly felt like all eyes were on you when you walked in by Quinn's side. They put you through a brief media training session to prepare for the night, and sure enough it came in handy as you cycled through the media at the entrance. It was nice to see a familiar face, and it seemed like Kate remembered you, too. She hugged you once you reached her section. 
"It is so nice to see you again, you look gorgeous," she gushed over you sweetly, "Quinn, how do you feel tonight, debuting your beautiful girlfriend?"
"Oh, um, you know, it's not really a secret I've been keeping." He had one arm around you, and the other in his pocket, and you listened with bright eyes. "This event deserves so much exposure, and I knew if I introduced her here, it would garner just that much more." 
"That's awesome; it certainly is a good turn out this year. We heard you helped Quinn make his basket this year, can you give us any spoilers on what's inside?" 
You laughed, glancing at Quinn before answering, "Q likes to pretend to be mysterious, and I think it's worked on a lot of people. I went out and bought things around his apartment that I think other people might like. I'll tell you one is a candle, so if you want to know what Captain Quinn Hughes' home smells like," you looked down the camera, trying to keep from giggling because his hold on your waist tightened ever so slightly when you called him the magic c-word, "you know where to put your money. Oh, and he packed it all himself!" 
"She made me do it," he leaned forward into the mic, smiling at you with the shake of his head.
"Well, we won't hold onto you two for too long, it looks like everyone wants a piece of you tonight. We'll see you inside, guys. Thanks for stopping by." 
Just the reception hall was huge, tables upon tables of different games, with big names and deep pockets standing around them. There were servers walking around with drinks and canapes, and photoshoot backdrops scattered down the long hall. While initially you were overwhelmed by the media interviews, you were now overwhelmed by the number of people. Quinn never let go of you once, and when he noticed you floating away in your head, he'd pull you in and kiss your temple, a soft reminder. I'm here with you. 
He talked his way through unfamiliar faces with such a confident and charming air, and led you to familiar ones. You hugged Brock tightly when you met him at the Black Jack table, Quinn reuniting with Elias.
“You look insane,” he tells you, and pulls out his phone to take a picture for Jessica. 
“It would’ve been so awesome if she could fly up for this,” you say, turning your attention to the table. Brock’s got a good hand. A king and a queen. You look around the table, at the cards that are face up; you suggest he hits, and Brock, who couldn’t care less about the outcome of the game, does without question. He’s more likely to throw the game than cast doubt on your friendship. 
The house flips a total of 17. Bo reveals a clean 21 with a “Holy shit,” falling from his big grin. An ace of clovers sits next to his king of hearts, and a queen of diamonds. 
The table cheers, and you jump with joy, laughing, “I shoulda bet on you!” 
Quinn, who hasn’t left your side, picks you up and spins you around, “Lucky guess?” He asks as he leads you deeper into the venue.
“Math. Blackjack is all math,” you tell him quietly with a wink. He whistles, chuckling. 
“You can not be this hot talking about math.” 
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They don’t make it to the conference finals this year. It’s a long media day; Quinn’s grumpy because if it were up to him hockey players work would remain on the ice. (He’d also rather still be playing.) You’re sitting in a square nearby the office, people watching while you wait. You could’ve waited for him at the office, or at home but it’s such a nice day. You’re sitting at a fountain, and there are kids running around. They look like they could be siblings. They remind you of yours. You check your phone for the time; he should be wrapping up any minute now. You get to sunbathe a little longer. You hear shoes scraping concrete followed by a shrill cry. 
When Quinn finds you, he sees you surrounded by kids. One on your lap, and two on either side. You're showing them something on your phone, and their mother sits beside you. Not wanting to cause a scene, and having socially tapped out for the day, he sends you a text and waits by the sidewalk for you. He can hear the kids whining when you have to leave, but you bid them a cheerful goodbye. The mom collects her children, and he wants nothing more than to give you your own. 
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Quinn books his flight home, and invites you to come with him. You have a couple classes to see through, and your parents miss you as well. You stay back and take the next flight back home with Brock. Your parents mainly follow the Canucks to support Bo, but Quinn's name had reached even your household. Your parents want to meet him, and you can't tell if it's because they're fans or because he's your boyfriend. You promise you'll bring him home one day, and that your priority is still your major. Your mom doesn't mind if she sees Quinn before she sees the paper. Jessica comes home from college too, and wants to hear all about it. It's hard to get away from Bo, who wants all the gossip on his captain, too. He pouts when you shut him out, hollering something about 'I knew you first." 
You never thought you'd ever be in a long distance relationship, but you knew you'd be together for more days in the year than you would be apart. It doesn't make it any easier. He texts and calls and facetimes you all the time. It would be annoying if you didn't love it so much. Do you love him? The question sits in the back of your mind. A silly 0.5 photo of him fills your screen; he's calling you on FaceTime. 
You answer quickly, closing and locking your bedroom door, but the face on the screen isn't Quinn. "Q?" 
"Hi-" The boy is out of breath, his face comedically close to the camera. "Do- Do you wear glasses?" It sounds like he's running. 
"No..? Sorry, who is this?" 
"Do you need some?" You laugh at the random question.
"I don't think so," you continue the conversation, "Maybe in a few years. Where's Quinn?" 
"Don't worry, sweetheart," he grins, then pulls a giga-chad face, making you laugh. You gasp when the boy raises the camera, revealing that he and another boy are sitting on your boyfriend.
"Don't call her that! You fucks-" You can barely hear him over your own cackling. You're dying laughing at the image of Quinn, practically hog tied by what could only be his younger brothers. You're laughing too hard and fail to screenshot it before he breaks lose. You see an object fly by as the boy with the camera begins to run again, with you in hand. 
"Jack, up!" You hear, and you can't make out a thing on the screen until a different face appears on the camera. Like the first, they have matching mischievous smiles. It looks like he's sitting on the floor somewhere, panting.
"Eww," he gasps for air, and flinches when there's a loud pound on the wall he was leaning against, "you like Quinnnn," he snickers, trying to bully you over the phone. You're laughing so hard you don't realize Quinn's got his phone back. 
"Sorry baby, I'll call you back in a bit. I love you." He hangs up quickly, and you hold your phone in front of you, frozen in place. He loves you.
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His words go unadressed, and he doesn't say them again. You start to question if he ever said them at all. You didn't have a chance to say them back, and they sit there on the tip of your tongue, like a baby bird before it's first flight. 
Talking to Quinn was one of the easiest things in the world. Most things you felt were safe for discussion, but asking him about it felt like setting yourself up for rejection. You're going crazy, thinking about it. After opening up to each other, you had never questioned it; he was so sweet to you, and his effort never waned. His love for you was not loud in his words but in his actions.
He cooks you food and buys you snacks when he knows you've holed yourself in your dorm, buried in assignments and school work. You love him.
He'll drag you out on walks, and drives by the beach at sunset, or around downtown in the middle of the night. You love him. 
He talks about you fondly whenever he is asked, no matter his mood or situation. You love him.
You love him when he posts about you and limits follower commenting, because he won't give anybody any opportunities to hurt you. 
You love him when you get to wake up in bed and hold him and play with his hair. He's not one to have a lazy day, but he'll do whatever you want if you tell him.
You love him when he brings you to events and introduces you proudly to the people he works with. ("I've heard so much about you.") He's a private guy, but he'd literally scream to the world that you're his if you'd let him. 
In a few weeks you'll be flying back to Vancouver. Quinn spends a good 60% of your calls trying to convince you to move in with him when you return. It gets harder and harder to come up with good excuses, probably because you'd like nothing more than to live with him. You break down when he tells you he's already planned it. He'll fly back a few days early, he'll make the den into your closet, that he just stores stuff there because he's been lazy to bring it down to his actual storage. He'll pick you up from the airport and you and all your things will go straight home with him. You apply to cancel your booking, and your parents get a big refund. They like him more and more every day. 
Quinn's been training all summer and you can tell. You have a few boxes and a few suitcases and he makes quick work of them. Instead of telling you he loves you, he says that his home is yours. Put anything anywhere you want, you're welcome to unpack however you'd like. Instead of telling you he loves you, he says he missed you like Mikheyyev misses the net. He makes you laugh and takes you out to dinner, somewhere you like and don't feel out of place. Instead of telling you he loves you, he kisses you until you're gasping for air. The words begin to feel like a canker sore in your mouth. You want nothing more than to get rid of them.
You're at home, his game is live on the TV and you've got your laptop in front of you, working away. You're wearing his All Star jersey again- he was saying something about lucky stars when he kissed you goodbye. Your paper comes second to the game- every time you don't physically go to the arena, you watch it online, and every time you regret not having just gone. It's not like you're getting your work done anyways, not when you're watching your boyfriend do the thing he does best. You love watching Quinn. He plays a great game and when he's done, he comes home and you greet him with open arms. You have dinner on the table and he's elated. 
"This is amazing, did you make this?" He's starving, so everything tastes good to him. Still you let his words fill your head.
"I love you," you say on a happy sigh. They slip out before you even realize, but you don't feel panic. You feel love. You're in love.
"I love you, too," he says and continues eating, telling you about his day between mouthfuls. He's known for a while, long before he said it.
There are no fireworks or orchestras or birds or butterflies. There is only you, Quinn, and the absolute adoration you have for one another.
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January 11, 2024 - Break up announcements via private social media stories re: prepared statements (see pg. 12)
There's a reminder on your phone, an event set in your calendar. Your stomach feels like it's falling endlessly all throughout your morning class. You hadn't had a chance to talk about this with Quinn, and Jess hadn't contacted you in a long time. You see her around once in a while when Quinn takes you to work, and she's a lot friendlier now that you're more familiar. 
On days that Quinn can't pick you up, you take the bus out of UBC going downtown. It's not a bad ride, maybe 30 minutes or less on a good day, but today felt particularly long. You were unreasonably anxious about coming home. He had you give up your dorm room and move in with him. He wouldn't break up with you, would he? You take a walk around the block before heading up, putting it off as long as possible. 
You hear a lot of movement behind the apartment door as you're gathering your keys. You hear soft cussing and what sounds like tiny little taps scurrying on the hardwood floors. When you finally get the door open, you find your boyfriend on the floor. While disheveled is your favourite look on him, he is unusually so, chest rising and falling rapidly. It takes a lot to get this man out of breath. He has his hands behind his back.
"Q? You okay?" You turn to hang up your bag cautiously, and you hear a yip. Your head snaps to where Quinn sits on the living room floor. He slides an arm around, his large hand wrapping around a small, brown puppy. Whatever negative thoughts and feelings you carried coming into the apartment flew out the window. "No fucking way," you gasp, stepping back. The dog runs over to you immediately, jumping at your calves. You drop to your knees, joining Quinn on the floor, and let the puppy settle in your lap. Your heart swells. 
"I didn't like the thought of leaving you alone, and I know we'll be on the road quite a bit," he explains, moving closer to the two of you. 
"A chocolate lab? Really?" You tease, petting the top of your new pup's head softly. He's calm laying in your lap, but still nips at your fingers. 
"'Was hoping he'd remind you of me," Quinn wraps his arms around you. The puppy yawns adorably. 
"Did he come with a name?" 
"He didn't, but how do you feel about Lucky?" He says, lips to your temple. You lean your back into his chest, and Lucky rolls over in your lap, deciding he's comfortable when he shows you his stomach. You giggle and rub it, which he seems to like.
"'Cause you need all the luck you can get?" You joke, pressing a sneaky kiss to his jaw. 
"No," he shakes his head, and he looks at you, bathed in golden sunlight. "I'm already the luckiest man in the world."
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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 (𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨'𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)
summary : so you were called for back-up on a mission with gwen, hobie, pavitr and miguel. you get him out of a tight situation, he drags you in a dark street, you get back to the team, you get shot in the thigh, and miguel starts sucking on the bullet to get it out of your skin :D (or most simply, how you got wounded and miguel is playing healing vampire)
content warnings : blood, bullet (if there are others please do tell so that i can add them !), biting (literal), miguel licking you, no use of Y/N word count : 5,3k
note : the spider babies feel like a lil found family to me, so i had to make them goofy in this. i thought about miguel’s bites not only being poisonous, but also in another dosage a great pain killer (i have strictly no idea about how realistic all this is but here have fun reading this besties). this stands as the first part of a 3-shot that i am writing for my bday which is in 4 days hehe (crying), also i didn't proof-read this and english is not my first language :D, enjoy
chapters' list : 1 - lovebite 2 - late night training 3 - unexpected mission (nsfw) 4 - shameless (nsfw)
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Although this wasn't your first mission, you couldn't help but feel like a frozen steak being thrown into a hot pan. You weren't always flung into the thick of the action, of course, but today you were, because you'd been called in as reinforcements with Pavitr.
Miguel had taken Hobie and Gwen on this mission, hoping to get Gwen more used to the terrain. You had arrived a little after her, and for the moment you had restricted access to the field. But today was clearly an exception. You and Pavitr had been called in as back-up, and you immediately took the portal to the dimension in question.
As soon as you emerged from the portal, your spider-senses alerted you to the need to throw yourselves to the ground to avoid the rush of bullets that had been fired in your direction. Exchanging surprised glances, you began to crawl to the side of the building that seemed to be opposite to where the incessant gunfire was coming from, hoping to avoid being riddled with bullets. Because although Swiss cheese was appetising, it wasn't in your plans to become one.
Pavitr tapped his watch.
"Miguel, we're here, where are-" but he had no need to ask the latter's whereabouts, since right in front of them swayed Hobie and Gwen, who seemed to be fleeing... A bride?
It was a bride armed with some sort of personally optimised cannon that was firmly strapped to her body, and if your instincts were right, it would appear that her ammunition was not as simple as that commonly sold, and you dreaded to know what would come out if she fired. She moved with a sort of jet-pack, following your friends at breakneck speed, her long white veil rippling like a trail left behind an aeroplane. Immediately, the two of you began to follow to join them.
"Hey, Hobie! Gwen! We're here!" you shouted.
Suddenly, the bride's head swivelled in your direction, her big red lips stretching into a smile as her eyes widened like two big marbles. Ouch, maybe shouting your presence in the middle of a fight wasn't the right decision.
You could already hear Miguel's voice echoing in your mind: "You should have taken advantage of the surprise and used it to your advantage instead of letting the whole town know that two Spider-Men had just joined the fight!"
But hey, what's done is done, and you'll certainly remember to be more observant on your next mission.
"Ah, Miguel's little minions have joined the party! Honey?" she shouted as you both reached Gwen and Hobie, "we've got some newcomers, I hope they're on the guest list for the ceremony. It would displease me greatly if we had to eliminate them just for that reason."
"After all, murder and marriage are the same if the two people know each other and it all ends in death," you say, your eyes falling for a moment on the absolutely enormous cannon she seems to have programmed to shoot you.
"Marriage is just another contract to life anyway," replied Hobie, to which you nodded sharply. "Anyway, with her chemtrail theory flying around behind her, I'm worried."
It seemed that the anomaly was not a single anomaly, but rather a couple of anomalies, which was probably why these two had been asked to provide support.
"Where's Miguel?" asked Pavitr, all still running.
"Oh bloke, you're not going to believe your eyes when you see him," sneered Hobie.
"What happened?" you asked.
"I took a few photos of the occasion," said Gwen, "but nothing beats seeing it for real."
A loud bang sounded, and you turned to see what had just happened. The face of the building you were standing on was melting: the bride had fired a bubble of acid that had burst against the wall and was biting all the adverts that were stuck to it.
"Destroying propaganda? Bonkers, I'm starting to reconsider this," Hobie huffed.
"Miguel's further down the avenue, on that street over there," said Gwen. "Go and see him before he comes, it's well worth a look.
When the mystery is too great, you don't dare disobey, so while they were busy evacuating more civilians to reduce the number of casualties from the mission, you set off in the direction you'd been told.
You swung out into the street, and as you rounded the corner, you couldn't help but stifle a laugh. The great Miguel O'Hara, the man at the head of the Spider Society, guardian and master of the inter-dimensional balance of events, was pasted up and looked like an Egyptian drawing in the process of running, or the typical chalk drawing you would draw on the ground at a crime scene, all covered in a gooey fluffy substance.
You swung over to him, and he noticed your arrival. You landed on the edge of the wall he was stuck on, biting your lip to stop yourself from bursting out laughing.
"If you want to say something now is the time to shut up." he said, teeth clenched.
"Gwen was right, it's definitely worth the trip. Comfortable? Need a magazine? A snack perhaps?"
"Hilarious, are you going to mess with me like this for much longer or are you planning to help me out of this situation?"
"My intentions were of a slightly more agreeable nature," you huff, walking towards him on all fours.
The substance surrounding him seemed to be a kind of solid foam that kept swelling slowly. You drew out your claws and began to cut the foam from his arm.
"Lovely couple over there, real synergy between the two of them. Shame almost half of marriages end in divorce."
"You get sentimental about enemies? Keep your sensitivity out of the fight and concentrate."
"Focus on foam? Honestly you know your Marshmallow Man costume lacks realism."
He let his neck tilt back until it touches the wall, murmured between his lips: "todos me vais a matar."
A small smile stretched across your face, the poor guy must have felt like he was babysitting, and although you were older than all the other teammates, hanging out with them brought out your absurd and more childlike side, your inner child in a way.
You managed to dislodge quite a bit of foam, but it was taking too long, it was thick and had the consistency of snow whose surface had crystallised.
"I'm pulling your leg, jefe" you say, the little use of the Spanish name making him react. What, You've got to make a profit from duolingo after all. " Okay, pull in your tummy."
"What?"
You raised your arm in the air, your claws extending a little further. Lately you'd been trying to see how far you could push the limits of your costume, and the increase in your claws was one of them. It was a bit painful, but if it meant Miguel could get out of this situation and get home safe, then you might as well take it. All you could hope for was that you wouldn't fail...
Then, with a sharp, wide stroke, you sliced through the foam. The cut was perfect, and Miguel, who was just as surprised as you were, popped out of his spot as if he'd just stepped out of a mould.
" Well," he turned to you, dusting off the few remnants of foam still clinging to his body, "observations?"
This was an exercise that Miguel inflicted on every recruit during their training or recruitment. It was simple: he selected a small anomaly to keep things simple, and asked the recruit what observations they'd make to neutralise the target. Except that, in this case, the anomaly wasn't so minor. You were racking your brains.
"I didn't see the husband, but I did see the bride. She's got a jet pack that should be neutralisable, it'll slow her down in her movements, but you'd have to aim carefully to do that. Her only power is her weapon, except that as it's attached to her it's going to be complex..."
Then you remembered her attire, and especially the long veil firmly placed on her head.
"Her wedding veil, you should be able to pull it down and hold it still."
Miguel nodded, you didn't know how to take the look he was giving you through the mask, but you hoped he was satisfied with the answer.
"The husband's pretty much the same, except-" but he didn't finish his sentence, suddenly grabbing your arm and pulling you instead into a much darker, narrower adjacent alley. He leaned against a wall, looking down at the street you had just left.
"Here's the husband," he murmured.
The suddenness of the gesture took you by surprise, of course, and you seemed unable to think straight. Not just because you were so close that your bodies were pressed together, but because all your senses, all your nerves, seemed to come together in one and the same place in your body, a place where it felt like sparks were flying: Miguel's hand was placed on your waist.
Through the thin but hard-wearing fabric of your suit, you could feel the heat from his fingers spread across your skin, sending a shiver down your spine and up to your neck and cheeks to warm them. His grip was firm on your flesh, and you tried to calm your breathing, which had been racing as fast as your heart at this closeness.
His second hand still had your arm in its embrace, and the simple thought occurred to you: what if his hand came down your arm to meet yours?
You looked up at Miguel's profile, watching the street you were on, alert. You took a deep breath as you watched him, his scent coming to you through the mask as earthy, pungent. And he turned his head towards you.
The distance separating your two faces was small, terribly small, and you wondered at that moment how the scene would have unfolded if neither of you had masks on. Would he have paid any attention to the way you were looking at him? Would those dark eyes have sparkled? Would you have been able to feel his hot breath on your face?
"Is everything all right? Your heart rate's increased."
The sentence refocused you for a moment as if you'd just plunged into icy water, your reverie no doubt perceptible through the suit. You lowered your eyes, glancing at the placement of his two hands on you, blinking rapidly as you tried to pull yourself together. Quick, an excuse, anything.
"The others," you breathed, using the card of concern for teammates, "I wonder how they're holding up."
"Uh huh..." he murmured, the answer only half satisfying him, his gaze piercing yours through his mask as you felt his hand tighten on your waist, another shiver running through your body. You didn't really understand why he'd maintained this seemingly intimate embrace, but to be honest, you weren't against the idea of this position for a few more moments.
It felt good to be like that, to share someone else's closeness.
He was so big, he seemed to engulf you with his size and thickness, looming over you, and so much strength and threat in one body aroused as much interest in you as it did fear.
Pull yourself together, for God's sake, what's Miguel, your boss? He's got better things to do than that, than get close to you, than get intimate with you...
He seemed to be inspecting you strangely, and the intensity of this gesture made you look down even more, the ground suddenly seeming very interesting to look at. But if he had anything to say on the subject, it could obviously wait until the mission was over.
"The way's clear, let's go," he says, finally letting go of his hold on you, "before these idiots do any more damage than they already have."
And with a thump, he pulled a web and propelled himself into the air. A gasp escaped your lips, the sudden sensation of not being touched leaving you feeling grey. You took a deep breath, trying to refocus your thoughts on the mission and not on the irreplaceable sensation that Miguel's hands had left on your body.
You dashed off in your turn, following him to join the others.
Not far away you could hear Hobie shouting: "They're pissing on us without even making us think it's raining!" Hobie, charming as always.
Needless to say, it was a fairground. Miguel threw a web in the bride's face and found the other three on a roof. Furious, he pointed his finger towards the corner of a building that was on fire, from the bottom of which civilians kept coming out, coughing, some even injured.
"Who did this?" he asked, his throat rumbling in frustration.
"You did," Hobie answered point-blank.
"Bravo," he growled sarcastically, "it's good to admit your mistakes."
"It's paradoxical communication," he informed you, avoiding a projectile that you couldn't identify, no doubt another munition of dubious composition from the bride's weapon, who seemed to be hurtling towards you with intensity.
" I Leave it to you for two minutes and you destroy everything," Miguel murmured as he began to run towards the enemy.
" Submerged by their numbers of two we couldn't do anything," pleaded Pavitr.
"Gobsmacked, maybe she's rebelling against a terribly phallocratic world," Hobie says as he dodges a huge snowball as big as himself launched from the cannon.
"Darling? Maybe it's time for dessert, what do you think?"
Shit, here comes the husband too. He was equipped with a jet-pack just like the groom, but his weapon was much less sophisticated than his wife's, a simple submachine gun, which didn't make it harmless, quite the contrary.
"Great idea! It's time for the icing on the cake," and with these words she seemed to throw portions of sweet and colourful cream towards your group.
"Come on, dance! Dance!" ordered the husband.
"No! I don't wanna dance, I'm from the town in footloose," you blurted out, trying to pull a simple web towards the cannon of the bride's gun.
You didn't succeed, but threw a second one anyway, taking the risk of standing still for a few moments to improve your aim. The web shot out and hit the barrel of the weapon. Yes! but the celebrations were short-lived, as a rush of bullets came crashing towards you, and even in your haste to escape, you were hit in the thigh.
A strangled little grunt vibrated against your teeth and lips, you didn't know exactly what it had struck in your leg, but the pain was sudden and stinging. Still, you followed the others a little, with difficulty. Every simple movement was a painful tug.
The group eventually stopped in an empty courtyard, to deliberate, talk strategy and how to organise themselves. The landing on the ground was a little abrupt, and you staggered back to your feet towards the group.
"Hey, you all right?" Hobie asked you.
"Never been better," you said, giving a thumbs up, your nose wrinkling at the next step.
"Are you sure you're okay? You're walking like a Disney witch," said Patvir, raising an eyebrow.
"Bollocks, your thigh!" pointed Hobie as he came towards you.
You looked down, the bullet had of course pierced the fabric of your suit, stretching the elastic material over your bloody thigh from the hole the bullet had punched in your thigh.
"Calm down," Gwen said in the distance, chatting to Miguel, "let me take care of this, Miguel."
"Like you've taken care of everything else so far, Gwen?" he said, his hands resting on his hips.
"Miguel?" called Pavitr.
"What do you want?" he asked as he turned his head suddenly towards where you guys were.
"Can't you answer 'yes' like everyone else?" gasped Pavitr.
But Miguel was already coming towards you, he must have seen the impact in your thigh.
"Nice icing on the cake, eh?" you said, laughing slightly at the situation. After all, ridicule poisons fear.
But the shots were already ringing out and they were coming towards you.
" Okay," breathed Miguel, "Hobie, Pavitr, Gwen, try to immobilise them. The husband is easy to neutralise, just hit his jet-pack and take away his weapon. For the bride, try to take her towards the river, if you make her fall into the water she will start to sink with all her layers of clothes and the weight of her dress. Pull her by her veil if you have to, but go ahead. The first one to do even a little unintentional damage again will end up with his back broken like a glow stick, got it?"
"I don't take orders," Hobie refused.
"Hobie, you take care of the bridegroom with Gwen," Miguel continued as if he wasn't listening to him any more, moving closer to you. He tossed him his multidimensional cell device, as if he was worth reaching for.
"Why does he only come and ask me things once a day, as if I were a vitamin?" Hobie huffs before launching himself into the air.
"Oh, you know, that's what we love about him, his boundless empathy," remarked Gwen before shooting a web and leaving in her turn.
"Why do I always get the less interesting ones," said Pavitr before leaving as well.
Miguel turned to you, taking off his mask. His brown hair was dishevelled and he didn't even put his hand through it before ordering:
"Sit.
You'd have liked to contradict him, to say that you could definitely wait until you got back to HQ and received treatment there rather than slowing down the mission when you'd literally been called in as backup. And here you were, the backup turned liability in the situation, so contradicting him wasn't really in your plans.
You backed away, leaning against the wall and letting yourself slide with difficulty against the bricks as you tried to put as little weight as possible on your damaged leg. With a muffled whimper, you reached the ground, stretching your bad leg further as you bent the other. You took off your mask in turn, no longer able to hide your expressions of pain. The sensation you'd had at first had been sharp, but now it felt like your thigh was on fire and the wound was licking at your skin like flames.
Miguel came forward and knelt beside you. His gaze was riveted on your thigh, and when his gloved hand came to rest beside the wound, you stiffened your back and couldn't help breathing in through clenched teeth. His brown eyes looked up into yours, watching your expressions through the wild strands of his hair. But it was also simply a look for permission to continue his gestures.
"If it hurts too much, use your mask," he said, his eyes returning to the wound.
The mask? In what way would the mask be- ah, so... You watched your mask, hesitating for a moment. What Miguel meant by that suggestion was biting your mask. Since you were probably going to grit your teeth, you might as well not hurt yourself too much and tear them up by biting into something. You wavered at the thought, preferring not to damage any more of your costume. You'd already dented it with your punctured thigh, but ripping your mask on top of that? No, preferably not.
His thumb felt your skin, and he pressed down on a spot that threw you so hard that your hand immediately grabbed his wrist. You were breathless, almost nauseous from the pain, and you opened your frowning eyes again to meet Miguel's gaze, which had stopped all movement of his hand.
You looked up at him, your eyes and nose stinging with the tears that threatened to spill from the pain. He breathed, his eyes falling on your hand, then straightened towards yours:
"If you don't let me touch it, I'll pin your hands down with my webs, is that clear?"
Biting the inside of your cheek, you let out a shaky breath and removed your hand, which seemed ridiculously small compared to his.
"Well, the bullet's really not deep, so it should be fine."
Honestly, you didn't know whether it was better for you to know what was going to happen, and you were somehow grateful that he wasn't detailing his operation to you, even though he was doing it mainly out of lack of time.
His two hands came to grip your thigh to hold it steady, he gave you one last look, then lowered his head close to your thigh, and you saw a flash of white gleam from his long, sharp fangs before they sank into your skin. A strangled cry drowned in your throat as you felt them ooze something wet, liquid seeping into your skin and blood.
Miguel's bites weren't just poisonous, they could also be incredibly helpful in situations like these, where they acted as both a mild painkiller and a kind of antidote that accelerated the healing process. And although the painkiller aspect wasn't performing well enough for your liking, you were still quite happy not to feel like you were in complete agony.
The sensation of his lips on your flesh, however, previously drowned out by the sensations of all your aching nerves, became much clearer. Their softness grazing your skin with more intimacy than he was aware of.
He hadn't bitten down on the wound, to prevent the bullet from moving any further, and you took a deep breath when he moved away, pulling his fangs out of your skin. His tongue cleaned them, and he glanced at you as he did so, just to make sure you were all right.
Please tell me I haven't become a big walking tomato, you thought. Now apparently the most important phase would begin: extracting the bullet. You bit down hard on your bottom lip, still feeling pain, then nodded to allow him to continue.
He bent down again, coming dangerously close to the wound, to your raw flesh where warm blood was dripping. The bullet wasn't far from the surface, luckily the suit had played a large part in cushioning it.
He breathed in lightly, then put his lips to the wound. A current of electricity ran through your body as all sorts of sensations mixed together in one place. The burn on your thigh had just met the slightly sticky wetness of Miguel's saliva and the warmth of his mouth and lips as he began to draw.
You realised what Miguel was doing, he was sucking the bullet out of your flesh. His tongue flicked lightly around the impact, and his fangs, still a little elongated, lightly traced your skin.
Your breath was erratic, and you tried to stabilise it, but the sensations seemed so extreme that the task was complicated. The thing about spider-senses is that your senses are heightened, so the slightest movement of Miguel's lips, tongue or fangs sent shivers through your body. He drew back to spit out the excess saliva and blood that had mingled before coming back and sucking harder. You could feel the bullet coming out little by little, still biting your lip fiercely until you felt a metallic taste, and were insistently reconsidering the choice of biting into your mask. So you switched to the side of your index finger, biting it as your frown of pain intensified.
Then Miguel pressed his lips a little harder, and your body had to grab hold of something. Then, inadvertently and with many mental 'oh no's attacking your being as soon as the gesture was made, you grabbed Miguel's hair.
His eyes immediately looked up at yours, wide, questioning the gesture, and the sight made you feel as if your heart had fallen into the warmth of your stomach. His brown eyes had a flash of red and peered through his long lashes, their colour blending perfectly with his blood-smeared cheeks.
You were so desperate for a foothold that your body hadn't given a second thought to what it should be gripping. He just froze, for a few seconds that seemed as long as minutes. You calmed your breathing, taking advantage of the respite from his movements to relax a little. Worried, you looked up at him again, dreading his reaction.
But nothing, no 'what the hell are you doing', no 'stop that immediately', no 'that's inappropriate', no reprimand, nothing. Your fingers in his hair relaxed, they were much softer than you'd imagined, but your hand didn't leave its place. You felt both his hands tighten around your thigh, making you swallow hard. He just gave you one last look before flicking his tongue around the wound and continuing his suction.
Your fingers reflexively gripped his hair again and Miguel let out a low rumble from his throat that vibrated up your thigh and into the bullet. The sensation was such that you suddenly turned your head to the side, closing your eyes tightly until you saw stars. The tears that had welled up started falling, determined.
Miguel's hot breath washed over your bare, rosy skin, turning visibly purple with the repeated suctions Miguel left in his path. His normal teeth were biting into your skin around the bullet to create the pressure that would eject it.
You locked your fingers in his hair again, and felt his hands tighten their grip on your thigh as a low hmpf vibrated against your skin again. Then he drew in harder, and pressed his teeth in deeper, and you felt your finger beading with blood as your teeth pierced your skin.
And then, at last, you felt the bullet come out. A deep sigh poured from your lungs as you eased your hand from his hair to wipe away the tears that had rolled down your cheeks. He stepped back, his eyes looking into yours, his cheeks and nose all covered in blood, and between his reddened teeth was the crushed bullet.
You looked at him like this, your cheeks heating up violently. He spat the bullet out to the side, then looked back at your thigh. He breathed heavily, clenching his jaw as he let go of your thigh, bringing one of his hands up to wipe his cheek with the back of it.
"Put some webs on it, that should be enough to last us until we get to HQ."
His eyes scanned yours, tired, reddened, a tear still running down them. He wiped it away with the back of his index finger, letting it fall onto the fabric of his suit. The gesture was gentle, almost like a caress as his finger gently traced your cheek.
"You did great, muñeca", he said, his voice soft, softer than you'd ever heard it.
The nickname gave you a warm, soft feeling in your lower stomach. He straightened up, his mask in hand, the other stretched out towards you, ready to be seized.
No comment on the pulled hair? You were afraid he'd mention it, or were you afraid he wouldn't mention it at all.
"Can you stand up?" he asked.
You looked at your thigh for a moment, then did as he instructed and pulled a few webs over the still open wound. Then, looking up, you grabbed Miguel's hand to help you up. You breathed through your teeth, the pain was still there, but now that the bullet had been dislodged and Miguel's pain-killing venom was coursing through your veins, the ache was lessened.
You were swaying slightly and Miguel's reflex was to place his hand on your waist to steady you. He gave a retentive tt-tt.
"Try to stick to the webs, do as little walking or running as possible," he said before putting his mask back on, which you in turn did. "Ready?"
You bobbed your head, putting your weight on your good leg, "ready.
With a nod, you both took off.
Soon you found Pavitr who had managed to catch the husband who, on closer inspection, had one of his eyes as white as a half-cooked egg. Perhaps this explained his random aiming. In any case, he was huffing and puffing like a rhinoceros.
"It's about time," Pavitr yawned, "your leg?"
You gave him a thumbs up.
" Where are Gwen and Hobie? " Miguel asked.
"Further down the river like you said."
"Well, you can go back to HQ, we'll take care of the rest- can you go on?" he said, turning to you.
"Yep, the only thing that could stop me would be myself."
"Was that the philosophical moment?" asked Pavitr. "That deserves a few lyrical songs, doesn't it?"
"It's pathetic," admitted Miguel as he left.
You followed him, Pavitr entering a portal to return to 928.
"Are you trying to destroy our pseudo-friendship?
"Pseudo-friendship?" he chuckles, "you mean how I removed that bullet with my teeth, and you-"
"Ah, the amnesia's getting to me!" you cut in, continuing along the road faster than him until you reach the river where, hanging from a lamppost on the quayside, the bride was dripping wet and stripped of her weapon. She seemed simply stunned, and Gwen and Hobie were standing in front of her, still tense from their fight.
You approached the two lads, smiling at Gwen who had finally succeeded in her training.
"Good job!" you said, raising your fist to her height, which she banged in a friendly manner, doing the same for Hobie.
"Hobie?" called Miguel in the distance.
"Don't move," said the latter, "it's like with bears, if you don't do anything they'll leave."
"This is the right way," affirmed Gwen.
"Where's the weapon?" asked Miguel, who had finally reached your level.
"It fell into the water," he replied simply.
"What?" asked Miguel.
"Relax, I'm just messing with you. It's behind you," he said, pointing with his chin at the wet weapon on the ground.
"So, how did it go?"
"I wouldn't go into details," Hobie sighed.
"What are you trying to accomplish here?" Asked Miguel.
"I don't want to listen to you; malicious criticism hurts my self-esteem and praise leaves me sceptical."
Miguel sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, murmuring "Voy a matarlos."
"I hope one day you'll understand what I've just said," he whispered, climbing up the lamppost to unhook the bride and place her in another multi-dimensional cell.
"Did you hear anything?" you asked ironically.
"Oh no, I didn't hear anything, did you?" questioned Gwen to Hobie.
"I've got an ear infection."
You smiled at this conversation, watching Miguel fiddle with his watch.
"How's your leg, by the way?" asked Hobie.
"I've still got the bullet, I'm going to be ringing airport buzzers for the rest of my life."
"Huh?" exclaimed Gwen.
"Just kidding, everything's fine."
"Why do you have to be like that? In situations like this, 'I'm fine' is the standard response," she huffed.
"I'm on a strict diet of misplaced enthusiasm and gut-wrenching regret." You affirmed.
"Huh huh, diets are bad," Hobie remarked. "It's just another way for capitalism to prove that their system is superior to you."
"Well, come on, let's go home," Miguel called.
His eyes fell on you for a moment, and in the space of that glance the vision of his crimson eyes, his fangs glistening with your blood smeared across his cheeks came back to your mind. You entered the portal, and soon enough, as you got into the lift, the horizon formed as far as the eye could see, with towers sunk like daggers into the belly of the sky, and so high that, from sleep, you could plunge into the clouds.
And now you couldn't think of anything else but Miguel.
part two >> late night training
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remcycl333 · 4 months
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my sp story <3
hi besties! if you've been following my blog for a while you know that i've been single for a while, partly because i like to be independent and single, and partly because i just didn't like anyone. obviously i could just manifest a guy out of thin air, but when im not confronted face to face with a crush then i just don't care about being in a relationship so i never manifested someone out of thin air lol
but then a couple of weeks ago i was at the movies with my friends, and there were couples cuddling around us and i was like "aw :( kinda wish i had a bf now." and what do we do when we feel any type of desire? we immediately fulfill ourselves, no matter how "small" the desire is! so that's what i did. i imagined for like two seconds that i was cuddling with a boy at the theaters, and then i got distracted by the movie and forgot all about it
then like 15 minutes later, a guy that i'd had a crush on four years ago randomly slid into my dms. i never pursued him four years ago bc my bff at the time had dibs on him, but we're not friends anym and haven't been for years so it was my time to shine!!!
anyway, we talk for like a week. i know this guy is funny and shit bc of when we hung out irl, but like all he's sending me are unfunny memes that don't really warrant a response. so it was kinda tough
and this is the part where you guys are going to yell at me!!! i was like oh i should use my manifestation skills and make sure this goes smoothly....but then i was like nah im just gonna go with the flow 😭😭😭 and i know you guys are like REM!!!! u manifest EVERYTHING u can't just turn it off!!!! anyway.....long story short a week into us talking this mf randomly blocks me!!!!
so im instantly like 🙄🙄 damn fine i'll manifest him back bc im stubborn and do not like being told no in my reality
so how did i do it? how did i manifest him back?
if you guys have followed me for a while, you know that i manifested an sp a couple years ago by simply affirming "i love [his name] so much" any time i'd think of him and this would conjure the feeling of the wish fulfilled. (NOT mindless affirming. i'd say it maybe two or three times to catch the feeling and then move on)
ANYWAY so that's what i did! and let me tell you....i was not "perfect" by any means 😭 in fact this manifestation really kinda opened my eyes on how EASY manifestation truly is. like i already knew how easy it was, but damn!
if you know that your desire is promised and that it is coming because you gave it to yourself in imagination (even ONCE) ... there is NOTHING that will stop it. i was gonna make a separate post on this and i tried but i just couldn't articulate it correctly so im going to try again:
it took 12 days to manifest him to unblock me and message me. im sure it would've taken a shorter amount of time if i was more disciplined with myself but it's kinda crazy bc of how UNdisciplined i was 😭 tbh i was just kinda like...unsure if i even wanted to manifest him at all bc thats how much i value my alone time and my independence lol
anyway, i always get asks from people who are stressed and anxious bc they think that in order to manifest your desire, you can never enter the state of lack ever again and that dwelling in negative thoughts will "ruin" your manifestations. but i am here to tell you IT DOES NOT MATTER!!! you do not need to be "perfect"!!!! as long as you are staying faithful to the idea that you have your desire in the 4d, it'll manifest in the 3d.
another thing i see so many people confused and stressed about is whether or not they're naturally thinking from the state. for instance, every time you think of your sp, you think from the end of being in a relationship with them, before you think of the fact that you're not together yet. and let me tell you....while this CAN happen, it's not always gonna happen and it's not necessary. let me tell you, the DAY before my sp reached out, and even the day that he did....i would catch myself thinking about how we weren't together! but the gag is....YOUR THOUGHTS DON'T MANIFEST!!!! yes, they indicate what state you're in, but the actual thoughts themselves don't mean shit!!! they don't manifest. they just don't!
so i'd shift back to the state of being my sp's girlfriend when i'd have these thoughts, but i was fully aware we were not together in my 3d and i never naturally thought of us as being together before i saw any evidence of it in my 3d. all i had was the knowing that my inner man was with my sp, and that since i'd decided i had it in imagination, it would push out into my 3d. because that's how the law works!!! and honestly, that's all you really need. you just need to know that since you gave yourself your desire in your imagination ONE TIME, it WILL manifest. and if you have a true understanding of how the law works and you've read source, you will have no trouble knowing that it will come.
you also do NOT need to be in the state of the wish fulfilled 24/7!!! at all!!!! i cannot stress this enough. and tbh i used to feel the same. i felt like i had to be aware of having my desire in imagination 24/7 or else it wouldn't come. i thought i couldn't perceive the lack or opposite in my 3d or else it wouldn't manifest (see this post about dismissing the 3d btw if u need help with that). but the gods honest truth is that all you need to do is DECIDE you have your desire in imagination & not take no for an answer & KNOW that your desire is GOING TO REFLECT IN YOUR 3D NO MATTER WHAT!!!!
and that's not to say that you wont still get anxious and have intrusive thoughts and be like "oh god what if it never manifests." like... im human and i had those human moments. but i just reminded myself that i know the law and ive proven it to myself many times and i know that it had to manifest.
anyway. back to my sp story!
so for these 12 days that im blocked (lmfao) all i did was affirm "i love [his name] so much" whenever i thought of him until i caught the feeling of the wish fulfilled. that's it. and i knew for a fact that he was mine in the 4d and therefore we'd be together in the 3d bc that's the law!
anyway on friday (5 days ago) at 8pm? im scrolling thru the ulta app and then im like "oh i havent fulfilled myself today i dont think" so i fulfilled myself for like 2 seconds and then get distracted by some product and then two minutes later i get a notif that this guy followed me and then dmed me 😭
it's funny cuz my irls don't know about the law of assumption so i sent them a screenshot and i was like "look who came crawling back" and they were like BOOOOO!!! and i was like no guys!!!!! i created the blocking and i created this like i promise we can trust him 😭😭 hahahaha
anyway. let me tell you. if you are manifesting an sp, DO NOT DO THAT SHIT IN STEPS!!!!! i mean, if you really want to, i can't stop you, but i really don't recommend it.
with my old sp (the one from two years ago) i'd always manifest contact and then get it, and then he'd ghost me and and id have to manifest contact again and it'd be a never ending cycle!!! bc i was just focusing on contact, not on how i felt or how he felt about me.
the reason i loveeee to affirm "i love my sp so much" INSTEAD OF "HE loves ME so much" is because it helps me catch the feeling of the wish fulfilled so much more. not only that, but because remember, THERE IS NO ONE TO CHANGE BUT SELF!!!! changing the way i see my sp and the way i feel about him is all i need to do. im not trying to change him and make him love me lol. this is about me and my inner reality, not him! he'll reflect whatever i am in the 4d
another reason i love affirming this is because TO ME, this is what implies we are already together. whenever im in a relationship, i always find myself laying around all giddy thinking about how obsessed with my bf i am and how i love him so much. so i emulate that when im manifesting an sp.
and it's PERFECT because by jumping straight to the end where we're already together, i don't have to focus on all the things that lead to us being in a relationship. i don't have to manifest him following me, or texting me, or asking me on a date. these things all just happen naturally bc im living in the end.
NOT TO MENTION, it naturally turns your sp into your perfect partner? like remember when i said when we were talking before he blocked me he was kinda dry and he'd just send memes that i didn't find funny? THIS DUDE DID A COMPLETE 180!!!
he's sooo funny, he is the OPPOSITE of dry, he is everything???? and im obsessed.
anyway he unblocked me and dmed me, and then asked for my number and we had such funny and cute convos and then boom 4 days later he asks me on a date and i say no (😭😭😭😭 i was busy) but i agreed to go on a date the next day and the way this boy showed pure unencumbered excitement 🥺 im obsessed
anyway im sorry this is so long? i really just wanted to share how all i did was apply what i've been preaching about on this blog for years and it worked out flawlessly! hopefully this gives you guys some good tips and maybe motivation? <3
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「Feel the magic ๛ l.n」
part xvi
✧.* you disappeared from the face of the earth for a couple of months for reasons and while your life is looking amazing to the outside, you've been going through it.
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piastripastry thank you for adopting oscar, it means a lot 🥺
norry4 never screamed so hard when I saw you pop up on my TV 😭
y/nlandooo living that wag life like you should
landonorris wrong hat..
oscarpiastri not really
y/nusername no
norrizz mom and dad fighting about the kids already 💀
leclerc_16 Charles smelling babies from miles away and trying to convert them to ferrari kids like usual..
yukisan milou hiding in the likes again
oscarpiastri 👍
y/nusername seat robber
landoscar lmfao stop 🤣
mrlandonorrizz aw lando and his parents 🥺
cecilemoulin friend sees cat, friend needs to stop, friend needs to take a picture
bott_ass did she take this one home too?
y/nusername wasn't allowed to take it home, had a good cry about it 😔
bott_ass why'd they mistreat a pregnant woman like that? :(
carlandooo so happy to see you back on the grid 🥰
maxfewtrell what's your man trying to do in that last picture?
y/nusername trying to feel important
cecilemoulin happy to see the step stool is used in public too
landonorris thanks guys
julieeeexo is it national bully lando day? 😂
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y/nusername 👶🏻💙
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maxfewtrell can't believe we're getting a second version of lando in a couple of weeks..
sharl16 the bullying just multiplied
carlandooo tripled, y/n bullies max as much as lando does 😂
hamilt44n how far along are you actually?
norrizz my babies are growing up so fast 😭
bott_ass boy mom y/n? Makes sense!
norry4 a mini lando? 😭
landonorris I'm always right
y/nusername boy i never said you were wrong..
yukisan kids no fighting pls :(
landonorris 💙💙💙
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y/nusername vegas with the lads
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chilisainz oscar night out with his parents 🥰
norry4 someone tell milou to fuck off, she's dead to all of us..
yukisan fuck off @.milouberger
carlito55 be gone @.milouberger
norstappenn you're gonna get married here right? RIGHT?! 👀
fewtrelllando a couple of besties on their night out 😭
bott_ass super happy you're becoming a mom but I'm sad we don't get to see you drive in Vegas :(
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