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Slow Mornings | Quinn Hughes
Summary: Quinn has a rare day off
Pairing: Quinn Hughes x fem!reader
Warnings: Food? I love yous?
Notes: Hi guysss!! This is my first fic! I'm pretty excited about it. Although I rewrote it nearly five times, haha. Feel free to leave any criticism, and I hope yall enjoy! Love Soph.
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On the very rare off days that Quinn had during the season, you had made a habit of taking the day off work so you could spend it together. Today was one of those days.
Light filtered through the curtains, accentuating the high points of Quinns face. You looked up at him from where your head was resting on his chest, a loving look in your eyes. You traced your fingers over his cheek bones, and down his jaw.
The short stubble tickled your fingers, and you couldn't help but smile. You loved it when he didn't shave, he looked so rugged and handsome with a short beard. You trace your fingers back up his jaw and cheeks, to his hairline, where you gently run your fingers through his hair, brushing it away from his face.
Quinn hummed a breath, tightening his arms around your waist pulling you fully on top of him. You cup his face with both hands, pressing small kisses to his face. From the tip of his hair line, over his fluttering eyelids, down the bridge of his nose, and across his cheeks. As you kiss one corner of his mouth he mumbles a "g'morning baby"
"Good morning, Quinn," you grin, kissing the other corner of his mouth. He turned his head in an attempt to chase your lips for a real kiss. "Kiss me," he mumbled, fingers stroking up and down your sides.
"I've been kissing you," you say, giving him a teasing peck on the nose. Quinn opens one eye to glare at you. "Kiss me for real"
As much as you want to tease him, and keep kissing him everywhere but his lips, he looks so angelic in the gray morning light that you can't help but give in to his request. You lean forward pecking him softly on the lips. Just as you pull away, Quinn hand snakes around the back of your neck, pulling you back down for one more kiss.
"Quinn," you mutter against his lips.
"Mmhmm"
"I'll kiss you as much as you want after we brush our teeth"
Quinn groans, but he knows you have a point. As much as he loves kissing you, morning breath on either you wasn't pleasant. "Come now," you say, wriggling out of his grip "its nearly eleven, we should eat"
"I'm comin," He mutters, throwing an arm over his eyes. You give him one last peck on the lips before crawling out of bed, gathering a change of clothes, and heading to the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face.
By the time you are finished in the bathroom, Quinn still hasn't gotten up. You can't help but smile at him. If it was any other day, you'd be tempted to drag him out of bed, but he hadn't had a day off in ages. After brushing your lips against his forehead, you close the bedroom door and start on coffee and breakfast, making sure there is extra coffee in the pot for when Quinn gets up.
You hum to yourself as you make breakfast, flipping waffles and frying sausages to the tune of Right Here Waiting. Just as you finish chopping fruit and laying the finished breakfast on the counter, a warm weight is draped over you.
Quinn wraps an arm around your waist and tucks his head in the crook of your neck. He smelled like toothpaste. You waddle over to the coffee machine, with Quinn attached to your back, and pour him a cup of coffee, topping yours off while you are at it.
"I brushed my teeth," he mumbles against your neck. You nudge his head up, your hand caressing his face. The smile he gives you so soft, warmth floods your body. Everything feels like sunshine. If you could bottle this moment and keep it forever, every struggle that led to this moment would've been worth it.
The thought is almost enough to bring tears to your eyes. "Oh Quinn, I love you so so much," you murmur. Quinn's eyes sparkle, and he captures your lips with his. He steps around you, so he's holding you from the front, one hand cupping your neck, thumbing over your pulse point, and the other resting at the small of your back.
He pulls away, pressing kisses to your forehead. "If I'd known brushing my teeth would get me this reaction, I would've brushed my teeth alot earlier"
You laugh, pulling him down for another short kiss. "Let's eat" you say, handing him his cup of steaming coffee. He takes it gratefully, not being able to resist giving you another peck on the head.
Quinn piles his plate with the food you made, and takes his spot on the couch, flipping on the TV while he waits for you. He watches with mild horror as you pile your waffles with sausage and eggs and top it off with maple syrup. Even though he's seen you do it a million times, it he would never get over it.
You sit at his side, pressed up against him, waiting for him to press play.
"Y/n" he murmurs against your hair
"Hmm?"
"I love you so so much too" he smiles, pecking you one last time on the head, before un-pausing the movie and digging in to his breakfast.
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WC: 890
#quinn hughes#qh43#slow mornings#breakfast#i love yous#quinn hughes x reader#quinn hughes x y/n#nhl#nhl imagine#Love Soph
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reblog to kiss your mutuals on the nose
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me and everyone who spam likes/reblogs <3
#call of duty#cod x reader#cod mwii#mw2#x reader#character x reader#reader insert#cod#cod mw2#mutuals#mutuals reblogging mutuals#getting me hot and flustered#i love yous
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The conflict in season 23's final episode in a nutshell.
#svu#season 23#spoiler#rollivia#I love yous#but one is sweet and the other is dramatic#amanda rollins#sonny carisi#rafael barba#olivia benson#rollisi#barson#bensler
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The sweetest boys. I’m getting quite emotional knowing we’re wrapping up this series soon. What a delight it has been having you all on our screens. I’m sure the finale and special episode are going to be utterly amazing.
#LITA#love in the air#love in the air series#LITA cast#noeul nuttarat#boss chaikamon#fort thitipong#peat wasuthorn#bossnoeul#fortpeat#payurain#prapaisky#I LOVE YOUS#why are they all so bloody cute?
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not one of the people who reached out to you, but thank you for bringing up the sexual content in the fandom. I had to completely disassociate with the Newsies fandom because it was flooding my feed, and I’m glad to see it finally addressed
no worries at all <3 i’m all too aware that i can’t do Much by the nature of what’s going on, but i hope me addressing it had some sort of positive affect. and mostly i hope you’re able to feel safe enough to return to the fandom soon, if that’s what you want. we’d all be more than happy to have you <3
as a general recommendation -
the wonderful ari @hexmari made a blocklist of the blogs involved
go through the list and block each of them (and any more that crop up within the same group), and hopefully you should be able to return to some semblance of peace in the tags without all the “roleplay” spam and weird content.
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How often are the ROs likely to say 'I love you' to MC in relationship stage? Sorry if this has been asked before!
A doesn't say 'I love you' that often. They were raised in a family that did not verbally express their feelings often (or well)
Bob says it sometimes, in intimate settings or when feelings rundeep/high.
Eli says it all the time. Make pancakes "I love you!", a small hug "I love you" whispered in your ear, etc.
S: Hah. Hah. No.
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Heartstopping
Draco pushes the door open throwing his keys in the bowl, Harry hot on his heels. "Why are you being so irrational. I don't care that Flint is an international Quidditch player. I don't want him. I want you! I love you!" he finishes with a huff and is met with stunned silence.
Harry's face goes through a gamut of emotions before he whispers, "That's the first time you've said it."
"What?"
"I love you; it's the first time you've said that to me."
Draco's heart stops for a second before he pulls Harry into a tight embrace. "Oh sweetheart, of course I love you," he whispers wetly, peppering kisses on Harry's face as he proceeds to tell him how much he loves him.
@drarrymicrofic May Prompt #6 - Heartstopping
#drarry#ri writes#drarry mircrofic#heartstopping#i love yous#harry needs to hear it#draco usually shows it#theyre working on it#they love each other#may prompts
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Friendly reminder that our Reddit cousins are equally if not more obsessed with the gay cannibal show as we are
#hannibal#hannigram#nbc hannibal#hannibal nbc#reddit#196#I love yous#that's why we need s4#and that's why we loved you when you came here#you know our shit#unlike twitter users
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she doesn't wrap her 'i love you's in unnecessary glitter, she just says exactly what she means.
she doesn't dot her 'i love you's around sparingly, she says it every chance she gets.
i will never run out of 'i love you's, because you keep telling me like it will never get old and will never lose its value.
#and it never gets old#thoughts#my thoughts#poetry#on love#i love you#<3#i love yous#sweet bunny#you keep saying it like you mean it every single time and i love you for it
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Fabienke scene from a fanfic!
Sunbeams and sugarcubes - @lilrowantree on ao3.
They walk into the little café and upon hearing the bell chime the barista looks up from behind the counter. She seems so surprised that Nienke couldn’t help but wonder just how long it’s been since they’ve had any customers. Together they walked over and chose their seats, two rickety wooden chairs that creaked each time they moved. The sun beams down from the window behind them, and Fabian could’ve sworn that for a moment she looked like pure gold.
The barista soon came over to them, taking their orders and the whir of the machines filled the silence. She finishes, and brings their drinks to them. Fabian had gotten a latte and Nienke a black coffee. He watched her pour too many sugarcubes into the drink, one, then two, then a third one which made him shake his head and think, “I love you”. Then she looks up at him and she catches him staring. There's a slight moment then, as she sips her drink still looking at him, that he thought he might just be brave enough to say it. But the moment passes and the words fall silent on his lips like a prayer.
Fabian grabbed a sugarcube and flicked it at her, “for you, sugar”. The accent was so bad but she still laughed. She’s there, with him and she’s laughing at a joke he made and he thought to himself that he never wanted to go another day without hearing that laugh. Her head tilted back as she laughed- loudly with her eyes catching on the ceiling but on my lips he silently spoke the words he feared so much. “I love you”, and this time he knew that he did.
#fanfiction#ao3 fanfic#fabian ruitenberg#nienke martens#het huis anubis#i love them so much#first confessions#i love yous#theyre so in love
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Everyone has a different language of love. Some people think that saying I love you somehow loses it’s value or meaning if you say it too often. I think words matter as much as actions. This life is too short for us not to say how we feel. If I say I love you it comes from my heart. It’s my way of saying you matter to me at this moment, this day . I don’t know if this day would be my last, so I want you to know.
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#you matter to me#if today was my last day#soulinkpoetry#poetry#she writes#thoughts#feelings#poets on tumblr#that’s life#i love yous
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Nice Day For A...Wait For It
(For no 12: What Could Go Wrong)
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: G
General Warning: chronic illness, internalized ableism, disability, violence
Summary: Sam and Eileen's wedding is just a few days away, and Dean and Castiel join them for some relaxation at the hotel before the ceremony. But Winchester Luck strikes again, and they find themselves at the center of disaster as secrets are uncovered. Cas has gotten stronger since the ritual that tore his grace away and left him human, but will it be enough when he's targeted by a malevolent spirit?
(Read on AO3)
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Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love
(Hamlet - William Shakespeare)
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“Oh, yeah, this is a great plan,” Dean complained as he paced back and forth in the hotel room. “We just hole up in here, with you as bait, while Sammy and Eileen go toast granny Edith. What could go wrong!”
“Dean.” Cas’s voice was as tired as the rest of him. He’d refused to stay in bed, but Dean had managed to convince him to sit in one of the armchairs. He looked terrible. Bruises and scratches around his neck, deep shadows under his eyes, shoulders slumped forward in pain and exhaustion.
“It’s stupid, and you know it,” Dean jabbed a finger in Cas’s direction, but the other man just sighed.
“I’m the only one she’s gone after; it makes sense to leave me here to keep her attention.”
Dean threw his hands up. “Come on, Cas. Look, there’s a Motel 6 twenty minutes down the road, I can drop you off there and go help Sam.”
Cas was shaking his head, but Dean refused to give up. “I’m not saying you have to give up on hunting forever,” he added. “Just this one case.”
“Dean…”
“Please?”
Cas looked up at him, a faint smile on his face. “I’ll be all right.”
Dean let out his breath in a huff and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Dude, this thing has already hurt you twice. It’s okay to make a…a tactical retreat. Nobody’s gonna think less of you if you bail, Cas. I just want you to be safe.”
Cas leaned forward and took one of Dean’s hands in his as Dean studied him. The familiar face, etched with new lines of pain and fatigue. Faint glint of gray in the dark hair. Eyes still as blue and deep as the night they’d met in the barn so many years ago, but now softened by time and emotion.
“I love you, Dean.”
He let his head drop, no longer able to hold Cas’s gaze.
“But…”
Here it comes. Dean steeled himself and looked up. “Don’t ask me to do this.”
“I’m not asking.”
Dean swallowed and looked down at their joined hands. Cas squeezed his fingers. “I’ll be fine.”
“Sure.” Dean nodded. “Right. You’ll be fine. Sammy and Eileen’ll gank granny while you and I sit here in the dark.”
There was a careful ring of salt around Cas’s chair, large enough for Dean to step into to stand next to him. They’d emptied the room as much as they could without upsetting the hotel staff, and Dean had sneaked down to the basement to dig up one of Edith’s ornaments to help bait the trap.
His phone buzzed when Sam texted him to say they were in position. Dean set his jaw and glanced over at Cas again. “It’s go time.”
This was bad. This was stupid. The was the worst idea in the history of terrible ideas.
Cas picked up the ornament from the bedside table.
There was nothing at first. Dean was starting to doubt that this plan, Sam’s grand ‘let’s make Cas into a sacrificial lamb again’ plan, would amount to anything.
Then the lamp flickered.
“Dean?”
“I see it.” Dean picked up his sawed-off shotgun and backed into the salt circle. “Come on, bitch, get out here.”
A whisper of movement in the corner of his eye had Dean spinning around. There was a flicker of ghostly light, then something rushed toward them only to be repelled by the circle of salt.
Dean brought the shotgun up, aiming at the last place he’d seen the spirit. “Well, we got her attention.”
“Don’t shoot!” Cas warned as Edith’s spirit flickered in and out around the edge of the circle.
“I’m not gonna,” Dean complained. It just didn’t feel right, facing down a spirit unarmed. “It’s just in case.”
“If she disperses and returns to her grave, Sam and Eileen will be in danger.”
“I know that.”
Edith bounced off the salt barrier again. She was snarling now. Rough and scratchy, no words but full of malicious intent.
Time seemed to slow to a crawl as they were stuck there, facing off with a vengeful spirit, staying just out of her reach. The lights in the room exploded, the temperature dropped, pressure rose around them.
Cas caught the hem of Dean’s jacket and held on, and Dean shot him a reassuring look. Okay, so maybe this wasn’t a total disaster, but he’d still liked his Motel 6 plan. Cas could’ve been tucked up in bed watching old movies on cable, and Dean could be out in the graveyard shooting this bitch in the face like she deserved.
“Dean,” Cas called in warning.
“I see it.”
Edit had raised a wind, and it was slowly scattering the salt around them. Dean moved to step out of the circle to reach his bag, but Cas grabbed his arm and held him back.
“I’ve gotta get more salt, Cas.”
“You can’t,” Cas pleaded. “Dean, she’s dangerous.”
Dean blustered a little and turned to stare at Cas. Hadn’t he been saying that all along? Wasn’t that why they were here, playing peek-a-boo with Edith the Grinchy Ghost, all so Sam and Eileen could torch her corpse?
Cas was staring up at him, eyes wide and imploring. Dean let out a sigh and backed up against the chair, eyes fixed on the narrowest point of the circle.
“C’mon, Sammy,” he muttered, watching the grains roll away one by one. Spirits technically couldn’t touch salt, but Edith was raising such a whirlwind that she didn’t need to be anywhere near the circle. She was just pacing around them in the room, circling them, scenting for weaknesses.
The salt was barely a line now. Dean swallowed and raised his shotgun, bracing it against his shoulder (plan be dammed, this bitch wasn’t laying another finger on Cas).
Suddenly, Cas was up out of the chair, hanging off Dean’s shoulder. “She’s coming.”
The last of the salt rolled away, breaking the line.
With a wail, Edith’s spirit dove at them. Dean tried to fire, but Cas was too close behind him and he couldn’t get his aim right. The salt round impacted into the ceiling as Edith sent him flying.
The shotgun flew out of his hands as he landed. Dean swore and rolled to his feet, yanking the crowbar out of the back of his belt. “Cas!”
He saw Edith take a swipe at Cas, though he tried to dodge, and he smashed into Dean when Edith sent him flying.
“It’s just an ornament, bitch!” Dean screamed. He took a swipe at her with the crowbar, but she flickered out of view. “Who cares this much about Christmas, anyway?”
He grabbed Cas’s arm and tried to haul him to his feet. Cas let out a sharp cry as Edith appeared to snatch at him and his feet went out from under him.
Dean went down with him, rolling on top of him, shielding him with his body. The wind battered at him, shrieks rose to a fevered pitch, ending in a sharp, desolate wail.
And then nothing.
He held on for a few more seconds, ears pricked for any hint of Edith’s spirit. Dean heard something buzz, and craned his head up to see that his phone had gotten knocked to the floor. Incoming text from Sam. He grabbed the phone and clumsily swiped at the screen, relieved to see a simply thumbs-up emoticon.
Dean let out a long sigh of relief and rolled on his back, pulling Cas around with him. He lay on the dirty hotel carpet, salt gritty under his head, Cas cradled to his chest.
“Hey, Cas?” Dean patted Cas’s back and shifted up just enough to press a kiss to the dark hair. “Love you, too.”
(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)
#whumptober2022#no.12#what could go wrong#supernatural#fic#destiel#castiel#dean winchester#hurt/comfort#romance#ish#i love yous#mother hen dean winchester#the flare 'verse
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The thing about stats in video games is that I want them in real life
#number of shoes owned#lotions finished#pictures taken#i love yous#books read#ibuprofen taken#skills aquired#recipes learned#all of it.#i want to look at my stats page and feel filled up with the things ive done#i wish i wish i wish#anyway
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Hailee Steinfeld
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I Love Yous
Your Name Hurts
End This (L.O.V.E)
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Wrong Direction
#haileesteinfeld#hailee steinfeld#hailee steinfeld music#hailee steinfield icons#i love yous#your name hurts#end this (L.O.V.E)#man up#wrong direction
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