#I love yous

[v1x3n]

@mymutuals

[quintinh43]

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

[kellieintheclouds]

Two selfies, two fridays in a row! y’all are blessed tbh 🤭

[mysticraven20]

‘I’m in love,’ she said, so matter-of-factly that it nearly knocked him off his seat.

His eyes locked on her as she absently twirled noodles on her plate, spinning them around and around, just like the knot forming in his stomach.

In love?

The realisation hit him like a punch, he was too late. His fear, his doubt, all the anxious moments he had second guessed himself, had worked against him. He should have told her sooner, how she was the reason he kept going, the pulse in his veins, the very air in his lungs.

Now, he could feel the tearing inside, as if his heart were slowly shredding into pieces, ready to scatter like confetti at his feet. Each one handed to him with a sharp kick to the gut.

Finally, she looked up, her eyes shimmering under the weight of his gaze. His breath caught as she spoke again, her voice soft, almost magical.

'With you.'

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[noxexistant]

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.

[safehouse-if]

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.

[beemintty]

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.

[lilrowantree]

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. 

[soulinkpoetry]

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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[paintedcrows]

Did anyone tell Ford (bonus doodles: Family Movie Night, 70s Classics)

[v1x3n]

me and everyone who spam likes/reblogs <3

[marisatomay]

This Pride I hope that all of you never ever forget that no amount of sanitizing your sex life or sanding down of your LGBT edges will make bigots accept you. So, don’t debase yourself by capitulating an inch to them, especially in ways that throw your fellow community members under the bus.

[yiga-hellhole]

me when i have like 20 notifications in the span of five minutes and when i go check its just the same guy rapidfire liking and reblogging posts

[oncorhynchus-nerka]

VERY IMPORTANT a dam in the Netherlands, the weerdsluis lock, is directly on a migratory path for spawning fish. They have a worker stationed there to open the door for the fish, but they can take a while to open it. So to keep the fish from getting preyed on by birds they installed a doorbell. Only, the fish don't have hands to ring the doorbell. If you go to their website, they have a LIVE CAMERA AND A DOORBELL that YOU RING FOR THE FISH when they're waiting, and then the dam worker opens the door for them! I can't express how obsessed I am with this. look at this shit. oh my god.

Please check on the fish doorbell once in a while :)

[stevenrogered]

Dame Maggie Smith as Muriel Donnelly The Second Best Exotic Marigold Hotel (2015)