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[tkwrites]

He's Got It Bad - Quinn Hughes x ofc

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Title: He’s got it bad

Author: Tory / @tkwrites 

Relationship: Quinn Hughes x Sarah Roberts (OFC) 

Warnings: Swearing, lots of teasing & chirping, mild spoilers if you've never seen the original Jurassic Park.

Summary: When Sarah meets the team at Conor's birthday party, not only does she get to know Quinns teammates and their partners, she enters a world she never expected. At practice the next day, the guys congratulate and tease Quinn mercilessly.

Word Count: 2,600

Comments: I’m sorry this one took me so long, Daisy! I started it two or three months ago, but couldn’t find the right way to finish it. And then earlier this week, as I was falling asleep, it just snapped into place. I hope you enjoy it! 

As before, the research described here is dubious at best, so please take it with a big grain of salt.

If you did enjoy this, please let me know by commenting, reblogging, or sending in an ask. Your encouragement and comments truly inspire me to keep writing. 

dasiysthings asked: If you’re taking requests/suggestions for Quinn and Sarah au doing a Sarah meeting the team for the first time has been on my mind lately. What would they think of her? Sure Quinn’s mentioned her and they saw sarah in the stands her first game but maybe she attends a team function like birthday party or team family meal. Something low key and not public maybe? Also how much do they tease Quinn after?🫣🤭

He’s got it bad

A Quinn & Sarah Snapshot

“Are you free on Thursday?” 

It was a rare night off, and he’d requested they order food and watch a movie. Currently, they were lounging in a giant bean bag in the gaming room. Quinn was partially on top of Sarah, his head resting on her chest as the first Jurassic Park played on the large screen.

“I think so. Why?”

“Garly’s having a party that night for his birthday. I hoped you might want to come with me.” 

“Who?”

“Garly,” he repeated before correcting himself, “Conor. Garland. From the team.”

Quinn had mentioned Conor before, and she knew he was one of the trio of guys he was really close to.  

“Sure,” she said, hoping her voice sounded more confident than she felt. “Who will be there?”

“Most of the guys and their partners if they have them.”

“Is it going to be wild?” she asked, winding one of his curls around her finger. She needed to prepare herself if it was going to be a night full of drinking. 

“Nah, Conor’s pretty chill, and we have a game the next day.”

“Okay,” she agreed again, splaying her fingers through his dark waves, letting them slip and slide over her skin. For someone who washed it so often, he had remarkably soft hair. 

 Nuzzling into her chest a little more, he sighed. He loved when she played with his hair.

Sarah jumped when the Dilophosaurus appeared on screen, tilting its head at Nedry. 

Quinn laughed. She hadn’t even flinched when the T-Rex had tried to attack the kids through one of the park cars. “You okay?”

“I hate this one,” she said, turning her head to the side. 

He glanced at the TV in time to see the dinosaur hiss and pop its frill. “You hate this more than the T-Rex?” 

“At least the T-Rex is just a big predator. This one stalks and tortures first, and I hate it,” she said, face still turned away. 

“But Nedry deserved it.” 

“Maybe so, but I still don’t like to think about it.” 

He chuckled.

Only after the yells faded away did she turn back to the movie and continue tracing her fingers through his hair. 

By the time Thursday came around, Quinn realized just how nervous Sarah was. She texted him about the dress code three hours before he was supposed to pick her up.

It’s a party, he’d written back, unsure of what she meant. 

Yeah, but is it like a heels and cocktails party? Or a backyard barbecue party?

Well, it’s been raining all week, so I’m pretty sure we’ll be indoors.

Don’t be a smartass. 

Just casual. Food and drinks. 

She’d called him then, and he’d answered, confused. “Hey?” 

“I just…” she began, “this is the first time I’m meeting most of your teammates and their girlfriends and I don’t want to be the only one in jeans when everyone else is in dresses. I want to make a good impression.” 

“You’ll make a good impression no matter what you’re wearing.”

A breath blew out of her nose, whistling by the phone speaker, “you don’t get it.” 

“Don’t I?” 

“Quinn, you wear the same thing all the time.” 

“First of all, I do not.”

He continued before she could get out her retort that Brady could back her up on this fact. “And secondly, everything I’ve seen you wear would be fine for this. You always look nice.”

And he meant it. Even in her aquarium uniform, which consisted of a blue t-shirt or polo with the aquarium logo and whatever pants she happened to be wearing that day, she always looked put together.

She made some noise in her throat like she thought he was telling tales. 

“Look, you might get some looks if you showed up in a trash bag or something.” 

Laughter barked out of her mouth. “Why would I ever wear a trash bag?” 

“I don’t know. I’m just saying that barring an unhinged trash bag outfit, you’ll be fine. People are just excited to meet you.” 

“You told them I’m coming?” she asked, feeling sudden nerves attack her stomach. 

“Yeah. Conor suggested I invite you. The guys want to meet you.” Plus, ever since she'd met Brady, he'd wanted her to meet everyone in his life.

“Oh,” she said quietly. 

“Just wear what you feel comfortable in, and I’ll pick you up at six, okay?” 

“Yeah, okay,” Sarah said, feeling even more anxious than before she’d called him.

She couldn’t even wear her go-to outfit for when she was nervous. St. Patricks day was the next weekend, and she’d asked Quinn to come to her uncles and needed the green dress for that. Plus, it was freezing and sleety outside. A dress was not the way to go. 

Jane walked by, and Sarah called her in. 

“What happened here?” Jane asked, taking in the clothing spread all over Sarah’s usually tidy room, and Sarah herself standing in her underwear. 

The only thing she could decide on was the blue bra, which always made her feel confident and sexy. She’d paired it with a matching pair of underwear.

“I’m going to a party with some of Quinn’s teammates tonight,” she said. 

Janes eyes widened with what Sarah thought was the appropriate amount of concern. 

“So I’m trying to figure out what to wear. The dress is out,” she said, gesturing to where it was hanging in the closet. 

Jane bit her lip, surveying the chaos. “My vote is for those boyfriend jeans that make your thighs look killer,” she said. 

Sarah breathed a sigh of relief, glad to have someone express a definitive opinion. She’d put those same jeans on earlier but stripped them right back off, worried all the other women would be in fancier dress. “You don’t think they’ll be too casual?” 

“What kind of a party is it?” 

“Birthday.”

Jane looked her over, “you’ll be fine. Killer jeans, nice top. Quinn won’t know what hit him.” 

She pulled the jeans on, hopping as she tugged them over her hips, “thanks. I’m just so nervous.” 

Jane sat on her bed and began putting shirts back on their discarded hangers, “I don’t think you need to be.” 

“No?”

She shook her head, “from the way he was looking at you when he stayed for dinner that night you guys made up, I’m not sure anything could put him off you.”

Sarah felt her cheeks flush. 

“Anyway,” Jane said, pulling a purple blouse out from underneath her, “I think you should wear this. It looks good with your eyes.”

“Thanks, Jane,” she said, gathering the other woman into a hug, “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” 

Sarah was already in the lobby when Quinn pulled up to her building. She wore medium wash jeans a dark raincoat. He appreciated that she was wearing flat boots instead of some fussy heel. She threw the hood up to block the rain before running out to his car. 

When they got to the house, he opened the door without knocking before leading her inside. There was a coat rack already brimming with wet jackets, and Sarah stripped hers off to hang up with the others. 

Quinn stopped in his tracks halfway through unzipping his own jacket. 

He thought he’d seen all of Sarah’s clothes. Which was a stupid notion now that he thought about it — they hadn’t been dating for that long — but she tended to wear a kind of uniform.

Today, though, her jeans fit her like a glove — clinging to the curves of her thighs and hips. He was certain she’d never worn them before. He would have remembered. Seeing her in them now, he wished she’d given him some kind of warning.

When he didn’t follow her, Sarah turned, which was worse. The purple blouse she wore skimmed over her breasts and had a pattern embroidered around the collar. The color somehow made her eyes brighter and lips more pink. He had no idea that could happen.

He felt like he needed to catch his breath as a surge of attraction reared in his stomach.

Not only were the guys going to tease him mercilessly for being with someone new, he was going to have to watch her in those jeans all night. The mental exertion it was going to take to not pop a boner was already making him tired. 

Before his mind could truly go to war about the pros and cons of just turning to go back to his place, Conor called out, “Huggy? Is that you?” 

Too late to turn back now. “Yeah,” he said, not taking his eyes off Sarah. 

“Huggy?” she repeated.

“It’s a long story.”

The thrill of touching her reared to life again as he took her hand to guide her into the house. He made his mind focus on math equations for the walk into the kitchen and hoped it would be enough. 

“Hey!” Conor greeted, immediately grasping Quinn in a hug when they walked into the kitchen.  “You must be the elusive Sarah Huggy won’t stop telling us about,” he said as they broke apart.

“Good things, I hope,” Sarah joked as they shook hands.

“Well, he certainly didn’t lie about how pretty your eyes are,” a woman said, coming up to stand next to Conor, running her hand along his forearm before entwining their fingers.

The color that pinked her cheeks made Quinn’s knees want to buckle. God, he was in deep.

The strange thing was that he wasn’t scared about it. That had to mean something good.

“I’m Meghan, and this is Conor,” she said with a bright, friendly smile. 

More introductions were made, and Sarah tried to keep track of everyone, but there were at least 40 people there, and she felt instantly overwhelmed. She should have known. She knew how many people were on a hockey team, but it was still a little shocking to meet everyone all at once. 

They were absorbed into one of the small groups of people, and Sarah sipped from her seltzer only to find it was lemon flavored, not pineapple like she'd expected. She frowned at the can. 

“Do you want something different?” Quinn asked, noticing the disappointed look on her face.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Conor and JT glance at each other. 

“No, it’s okay. I was just expecting pineapple, so the lemon was a bit of a shock.”

“There’s pineapple in there,” Meghan said, gesturing with her own can. 

“I’ll get you one,” he said, turning to the fridge. 

She caught his arm and he turned back, “it’s fine, Quinn. This one’s already open. It’s not a big deal. Most seltzer tastes the same anyway.” 

“I’m glad someone can finally admit that,” Brock said, lifting his beer to his lips.

His pretty blonde girlfriend smacked him on the arm, “just because you can’t tell the difference doesn’t mean no one else can.”

Sarah smiled at them. They were cute together - like a model midwestern couple. 

“So, Sarah,” JT said, pulling her focus, “Quinn tells us you work at the aquarium.” 

She went through her usual explanation of her schooling and research.

“Tell them about Tuesday,” Quinn prompted. 

Everyone in the group looked between them expectantly. JT and Conor shared another glance. 

“What happened Tuesday?” Natalie asked, taking the bait right away. 

“Well, I’ve been doing a lot of experiments with Walter to see if he can taste my mood.”

“What?” 

“Octopus have tastebuds and nerve endings in every suction cup that far surpass our own, so I’ve been wondering if he can taste the hormones on my skin. Anyway, I sprayed some Cortisol, which is the hormone that releases when you’re stressed, on my hands to see how he’d react, and he went from seemingly happy to see me to very subdued almost immediately.” 

“Whoa,” Brock said. 

“Yeah,” she agreed, eyes brightening. “It was really amazing. With some more experiments, I think I could probably use this as the basis research for my thesis.” 

“Exactly how did this guy convince you to date him?” JT asked, pointing at Quinn.

Natalie smacked his arm. 

“No, I’m serious. You’re really smart. You know Huggy didn’t even finish college, right?” 

What the hell was this nickname? 

“I did finish college,” Quinn interrupted, “I graduated last year.” 

“Whatever,” JT said with a dismissive hand as if that detail didn’t matter. “Does he have you under some sort of mind control?” 

Sarah laughed out loud, and Quinn’s eyes darted to her, catching her wide open smile. 

“Cause she couldn’t just like me,” he defended, sarcastically

“A girl like this? This pretty and this smart?” JT asked, “it’s hard to believe, Huggy.” 

Even though she could see the glint of humor in his eyes and knew he was only teasing, Sarah still stepped in, “Nope. No mind control.” She emphasized the statement by reaching for his hand, “You know as well, probably better than I do that Quinn has really great qualities. He's a really good guy.” 

JT leaned back on the counter, a jokingly suspicious look still on his face as he glanced between them. 

Quinn could feel himself blushing. He didn’t mean for Sarah to come to his defense like that. He didn’t mean to put her in that position. All the same, he was a little glad for it. JT had a way of teasing a persons insecurities right out of them, and to know Sarah didn’t feel the same way eased something in him. 

“Our daughter loves the aquarium,” Natalie cut in fluidly as if she was used to smoothing over her husbands’ aggressive teasing.

“Let me know the next time you come by,” Sarah said without missing a beat, “I’ll give you a personal tour.”

“Oh, she’d love that. We’ll have to get a group of us together.” 

JT gave her a genuine smile, and Sarah let a little breath go in her chest. 

At the next mornings practice, Quinn ran through drills and exercises, ears pricked for the inevitable teasing he knew would be coming his way. 

To his surprise, it didn’t come until the end, after he’d showered and was dressing in his stall.

“Dude, you've got it bad,” Joshua teased as he walked by, “I’ve never seen you look at someone like that,” he said, adopting a sappy, lovestruck expression. 

“I don’t know if you can top the way he was about to chuck that can of seltzer away from her because she didn’t like it,” JT said.

“Right?” Conor agreed, laughing, “‘Do you want something different? Let me get you a new can.’” He mimed rushing around searching. 

“Don’t forget the first time he told us about her,” Brock cut in, “he was like fucking Aladdin, ‘she’s got these eyes.’” 

Joining in the laughter, Quinn tossed his towel in their direction. 

Conor caught it easily. “Our little Huggy’s in love,” he teased, elongating the last word into several syllables. 

“Guys,” he said, leveling them with a look he hoped would shut the conversation down. “We’ve only known each other 9 weeks.” 

“So you’ve been keeping track,” Brock surmised, glancing around with a knowing expression. 

Guess he may as well get comfortable in this hole he dug for himself.

He’d dished out this same chirping when Brock had brought Bella around for the first time and knew it was best to just let it lie, and eventually, it would become old news. 

When he didn’t deny it, the boys around him all whooped and hollered enough that everyone else in the room looked over.

“Seriously though,” JT went on, “I have no idea how you landed her, but she’s a great girl."

"And,” he continued with a smirk, “if you ever get bored of her, I'm sure Kuzy’ll take her off your hands. He wouldn’t stop looking at her all night.” 

Quinn glared, more offended at the insinuation he would get bored of Sarah. 

JT laughed, raucous and loud, “Oh, he’s got it bad, alright.”

He couldn’t stop the flush that rushed into his cheeks. 

“Don't worry, Huggy. No one's gonna steal your girl.” 

Shaking his head, Quinn shoved his sneakers on.  

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[juniperwoodwell]

Send in your requests! No limitations, let your imaginations run wild! I really want to write for Keanu and his characters.

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[occamiesandtimetravels]

Hi Clock-blockers! 🕰️

It’s been a long time right ?

Even though we all know that Timeless might never comeback (which is a shame because it was such a good show but well, maybe we’ll get a movie one day who knows!), I think it could be nice for the fans of the show to keep in touch and be able to discuss about it!

That’s why we are thinking of creating a Discord server (the orignal idea comes from Miss @incorrect-timeless-quotes) 😊 If anyone is interested, do not hesitate to dm us, comment or repost… It could so fun !!

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[dystini]

Indycar Driver Lore Master List

What is driver lore? A collection of stats, pictures, trivia, a curated list of links to social media/YouTube and more. All you need to get started on getting to know the drivers of the 2023 Indycar field.

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Alexander Michael Rossi

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[dennisboobs]

do you guys ever sit and remember that dennis takes a mental health day is an episode that exists

[elmatadorisgay]

Have to share this

They carrying B like their lost son

[tl-trashtalk]

let me love you while the moon is still out

Relationship: Conor Bradley/Bobby Clark

Additional Tags: First Kiss, Hotel Sex, Shower Sex, Mutual Masturbation, Neck Kissing, Friends With Benefits, Friends to Lovers, Fluff and Smut, Fluff, Smut, Body Worship, Liverpool F.C., Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Summary:

“We won,” Bobby whispers, his blue eyes piercing. Conor has to look away. He turns his face back to the mattress, letting out a whooping sound, “We won!” Conor mimics. or the one after the win at Wembley.

[belles1011]

contrary to what christian luudgaard thinks, you can in fact dress up as a black cat for halloween

(marcus armstrong/conor daly; 5K; explicit)

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After Marcus’ appearance on Conor’s podcast, it’s followed up with an invite to his Halloween Party — but only if Conor wears Marcus’ suggested outfit.

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this image embedded in my mind when i heard the interview on Speed Street, and then @dystini sent this pic for inspo and well... ta daaaaa 😂

title is from this interview with christian and nolan, which just made me giggle very much knowing i'd written this.

[pen-of-roses]

“You want someone to want you as obsessively as you want them. And you’ve made yourself into a pretty weapon for anyone willing to, just waiting to be used by the right hand.”

[juniperwoodwell]

I've got a Keanu request for anyone to take up.

I'm currently on vacation by myself for the first time and I'm super overwhelmed with everything, I keep having random bursts of tears and crying fits. I feel like a child lol.

So I want to request a F!Reader X Keanu Reeves fic where Keanu is just his sweet self and helps reassure, calm and comfort the reader through her emotions/anxieties.

Preferably a younger Keanu like before his John wick movies.

I would like it to be fluff but you can add other aspects as well.

With love,

-Juni

[fletchysohot]

V.

Lil' Blue Euros Star

You and Conor have been apart for way too long and he's worried about the next game in the Euros. Happy international break guys!

Word count: 2.7k

You adjust yourself against the pile of pillows stacked haphazardly against the headboard of your bed waiting for the FaceTime call to connect. Once the call connects your face falls when Conor doesn't greet you with his usual giddy smile. . The seemingly permanent brightness in his eyes has been replaced by a certain veil of dullness, his hair unstyled, messy, and unwashed,  his sticky locks falling against his cheek, framing the dark circles that have formed under  his eyes now absent of their cerulean spark. 

“Conor,” you let out and he just offers you a weak smile in return, most likely an attempt at calming your worries. 

“Are you feeling okay babe?” you ask him , your voice full of concern. 

“Yeah,” he says, laying his cheek on the pillow, a content sigh escaping his pale peach coloured lips, “just tired… been training hard.”

“You look awful.” Your eyebrows knit together in concern at the sight of the state the man is in.

“Thanks," he laughs, the skin by his eyes crinkling as a chuckle escapes his mouth. “I missed you too.”

“I'm sorry, I-” you fumble looking for words, trying your best to salvage the situation you've gotten yourself into. 

“I know,” he smiles reassuringly, nuzzling his face against the pillow to get more comfortable. “Do I really look that bad though?”

Your face must give away the answer since the man sighs, rubbing his tired face. “I just haven't been sleeping that well, you know?"

“Jude's snoring that bad?” You chuckle, trying to get him to light up, silently hoping that is the problem and it's nothing more serious.

“No, no,” he says absentmindedly, “Jude's a good roommate…”

“What's the issue then?” You search his face hoping for a hint of an answer or something to ease your mind. Conor would sometimes get nerves before big away games but this seemed different. 

The answer doesn't come instantly, your boyfriend looking around just to avoid meeting your gaze, slight shame clouding his features. 

“Babe?” you ask softly as if speaking to a frightened animal.

“I just… I know these few games are very important… I know a lot of people are watching. Nothing serious to worry about.” He searches for the right words to ease your worry. Or maybe he's trying to calm himself, reassuring himself. You silently wonder how many times he has said the same words to himself in the mirror, hoping they would feel less like lies and more like the truth. 

“Conor…” you frown seeing the subtle remnants of past emotions linger in his features - the way his youthful features are made heavy and older with worry, the way his bottom lip is red and coarse probably from him biting it when he thinks too much, the absence of the familiar rosiness from his soft cheeks. Conor looks so unlike himself it makes you want to tell him to come home now so you can protect him from the world. You are brought out of your thoughts however when he speaks again. 

“They wanna potentially sell me you know." He averts his eyes to play with a loose thread sticking out of the pillowcase his cheek is currently laid on. You frown seeing his icey eyes briefly become misty before he blinks the frustration and sadness away. You hate seeing him like this, helpless and deflated. The past few months have not been kind to him, between fans losing hope in him and everyone having an opinion to share between people on social media and pundits. He had bravely held up a front for you but now the whisperings of Chelsea selling him as part of their summer clearout had obviously become the final straw that broke his back. Your heart broke to see him push himself to the limit, often coming home barely being able to keep his eyes open at the dinner table. 

“You have to take it easy though Con,” you say, finally breaking the brief silence that has fallen between the two of you. 

“I have to prove to them that-" his voice is laced with frustration and fatigue as he tries to mask the anger threatening to appear on his face. You know he is trying to keep his head down, work as hard as he can for both club and country. He had always been adamant that actions speak louder than words adopting it as his work ethic, however somehow no matter how hard he would work and push himself it was not enough to keep up with the expectations from the people who held his faith in their hands. And even though he was insistent it didn't bother him too much it was clear to you that was getting to him. But both of you knew Conor would not run his mouth and rather keep it in until he could leave it out on the pitch.    

“No you need to listen to your body,” you say firmly. “We can't have you pick up an injury."

“Babe I'm fine.” His voice becomes shaky once again. 

“Conor you look horrible.” You sit up in frustration. You know you are being harsh to the man on the other side of the screen, but you want, no, need to shake him and make him snap out of it before his inherent need to please people gets him hurt. 

“Please listen to me,” you plead, “ you have to be more careful. I want you home in one piece, not on crutches.”

“I have to prove to the club that-” he starts again, his voice laced with frustration and anger, you know it's not directed at you, but you feel your face turn sour.

“If the club is too blind to see what you bring-” You raise your voice, aware in the back of your mind that the conversation is beginning to move dangerously close to an argument. 

“The club has made a ton of signings. Guys who are younger, fitter, more talented than me and if I don't step up my game and earn my place I'll end up benched forever or worse…” you see his face tense as if holding something back. “sold.”

“Why would getting sold be so bad though?” You say without thinking, too caught up in wanting to eliminate the way his eyes are full of hurt and exasperation.. . 

He looks at you in surprise. Him leaving Chelsea has been lingering in the air for a while now, an unspoken subject that neither of you ever dared breach. Both of you very aware that it has been the reason for Connor to wear himself thin, for the small arguments about seemingly mundane problems. However it is also the one subject you and Conor would not dare touch due to fear of it consuming him completely.  

“Chelsea is my home,” he says after a moment, his PR training kicking in.

“Conor.” you say tiredly.

“Chelsea is my home” he says again. His voice quieter, like he's reassuring himself more than informing you. You know lately he's been having his moments of doubt whether he and the club have become too distant from each other, whether he has outgrown his roots, whether it's time for a new challenge. You cannot help but wonder if with the plethora of changes at the club Conor still feels has a home at Stamford Bridge. 

“Conor,” you say, “I know you love Chelsea, I know it's home, but you know no one would blame you-” you soften your voice speaking slowly, carefully observing any changes in his expression. 

Conor looks at you as if asking “are you kidding me?”

“Okay SOME people would blame you… All I'm saying is - moving to a club that loves you and cherishes you wouldn't be that bad… I just… I hate seeing you like this baby. I'd rather you move than run yourself into the ground trying to prove something they should already know. I just worry about you, you know.” The words fall from your mouth before you have a chance to catch them. You close your eyes and hold your breath bracing for the wrath that may follow now that you have overstepped the unspoken boundary that is Conor and his football career. 

When you don't hear a reaction you open your eyes expecting him to be furious or having hung up on the call. You would deserve it for taunting him like that. But all you are met with is pain in his eyes. 

“Your whole life is here,” he says calmly. He looks soft and tired and defenceless almost like an angel. You feel as if he has laid down his weapons, unwilling to fight or argue, completely at your mercy. The moment feels incredibly intimate, you know Conor has never let his guard down like this in front of you. He is the type to grit his teeth and suffer alone in silence. And yet here he is, offering you himself completely. He's tired of being the strong one, always saying the right thing, looking the right way, not a hair out of place even after playing a 120 minute match in a UCL final.  

“My whole life is wherever you are Conor.” You offer him the words he has yearned to hear for what feels like forever, an olive branch of sorts. 

The man shuffles, about to say something but you cut him off. “I can work from anywhere, wherever you are that's where I want to be, if that means I might have to get up earlier to take a train or have a few business trips here and there just to see you doing whatever you love and glowing, I'll do it.”

For the first time that evening Conor's face lights up with the familiar smile that finally reaches his eyes reigniting a spark the size of a forest fire that has been dormant for months now ,making you feel like all your problems melt away for a moment. Seeing the glow return to Conor's features makes your chest ache with longing to kiss him, to run your fingers through his hair, to feel his body shake as he laughs at your antics. You watch him, counting the freckles on his nose and mapping out each millimetre of his smile, the way the corners of his lips curl upwards.

“I love you,” you say smiling, “so so much.”

“Where is that coming from?” he chuckles, a certain sparkle dancing in his eyes.

“I don't know… I just wanted to say it," you felt a blush creep onto your cheeks. “I miss saying it to you in real life."

“I'll be home soon enough,” he murmurs hiding his face in the pillow most likely trying to hide his own love sick grin and blush. “Just tomorrow's game and…”

“And you'll do amazing,” you smile tilting your head to the side watching him look at you with one eye.. 

“Think Southgate is benching me.” he groans and just like that the forest fire turns into a candle flame in his eyes. 

“Well I'll be hoping for bench cam then." You notice a small smile ghost his lips, “Now do you wanna hear about my extremely boring day that had zero football involvement?”

“PLEASE!” he yelps, “Go into detail as much as you can."

You chuckle at his excitement and begin to tell him about how you had been, what you had eaten for breakfast, lunch and dinner, the dogs you had seen on the street, work and office gossip. Conor's eyes flutter shut about half way through the in-detail analysis of the newest episode of the tv show you were watching to pass the time. You spend a moment admiring how peaceful he looks dozed off, not disturbed by everything going on in his head at the moment and all the worries haunting his waking hours. You wish you could wrap your arms around him, move the strands of hair out of his face, drape a blanket over him so he's not cold, to be able to draw circles on his shoulder as he slept but alas you have to settle for the tiny screen in which he lived, what had felt like a permanent situation as of late. 

The game had been a stalemate since the beginning of the game. Any attempt at scoring by England had been eliminated by the North Macedonian defence and a few mistakes by the England squad. As Conor had predicted, Southgate had opted to bench him and play Mason instead, citing that he was a better fit for today's strategy. Once you saw the lineup and Conor out of the starting XI you felt your stomach drop, knowing he probably blamed himself for not doing enough, reciting all the foul things people on Twitter would toss his way. At the 79th minute the other team's centre back did a dirty move on Jude making him stay on the ground gripping his knee. Your breath hitched as you watched the medics and his teammates crowd around the teen tending to him, you had seen Conor's teammates limp off with serious injuries what felt like countless times now, seeing the same fate hit someone as young as Jude broke your heart. Luckily the boy was on his legs in a few minutes being helped off the pitch by a medic and Mason. You would have to remember to get an update on that from Conor later. The camera on the big screen panned to the dugout where Conor was stood next to Southgate being briefed as he still adjusted his kit. trying to haphazardly stretch his muscles and warm up. 

You felt yourself shift in your seat, almost spilling your drink as you craned your neck to get a better view, earning a chuckle from Sasha who was sat next to you. Your eyes followed Conor like your life depended on it watching him run wherever the ball went. You could feel your heart beat faster and faster by the minute. Every time someone got close to Conor you would hold your breath until you knew he was safe from danger. When extra time rolled around you felt yourself slouch in the seat. They had five minutes to create a good chance that would bring them a win. You watched as the rest of the midfield played tightly passing between each other while Conor ran around them looking for empty spaces to cover everyone else. Finally at the 92nd minute he had the ball at his feet skillfully outrunning the other team, not letting them get the ball. You could see him desperately searching for a teammate to pass to, but everyone was too far or being covered by the other team's players. Conor pulled back his leg and shot for the goal causing you to yelp. Your heart stopped in the minute as you watched the ball fly through the air followed by the entirety of the stadium erupting in cheers. Connor was surrounded by his teammates hugging him and cheering. You felt your friends pat you on your back and tell you congrats as you couldn't keep the bright grin off your face until the whistle blew signalling the end of the game. You watched as Conor ginned at the crowd clapping his hands above his head doing his round with his teammates surrounding him with matching smiles. For the first time in ages you felt like the fans loved him the same way you did, even if their love would pass soon enough, you hoped he would soak it in while it lasted. And by the looks of it he was doing exactly that as Conor looked elated-like he had just won the World Cup with England and with that erased any doubts or worries that could have found home in his mind. He walked around the pitch clapping his hands above his head at the crowd, however his eyes searched for you in the crowd. Once he got sight of you his grin spread even wider. You mouthed a “I'm so proud of you” at him, not sure if he discovered it, but judging by the way he threw his head back in joy he knew exactly what you had tried to communicate. 

[cyramountain]

Sibling fancast: Conor Leslie & Krysten Ritter

[shipperoffanonships]

Poison (Chapter 1)

It was sundown, and Lin was hurriedly making her way back to the Sault. The last thing she wanted is for the Arrow Squadron to shoo her off violently like an alley cat. She turned a corner- and froze. In front of her was a massive black horse with an even more massive rider. She saw the crossed arrows on the rider's cape.

"I am on my way back." Lin said evenly.

"Lin Caster?" The man grunted. Lin frowned.

"Yes, you are speaking to her. Why?"

"The Crown Prince requests your audience."

Lin tensed. Shit. She was on the horse in an instant. As they traversed the city (in a galloping pace, no less, and traveling without a carriage in the first place only increased Lin's worry) several scenarios began to run through the physician's head, each grimmer than its predecessor. Finally they arrived at the palace gates, where Mayesh was waiting.

"Who is it? Where are they?" Lin asked her grandfather as they walked.

"It's Kel. They are in Conor's apartments."

"What happened? Dagger? Poison? Arrow?" She got her answer after ripping Kel's shirt off. Dark lines spiderwebbed his neck, traveling down his chest. Dammit. It was poison, but not any kind she have encountered before.

"Monsigneur, Demoselle, I am going to have to ask you to leave." She said without looking away. Antonetta stood, but Conor didn't follow suit.

"Conor." Lin growled, low enough so that only the prince can hear. Realizing the gravity of the situation, he finally relented. After making sure they (as well as Mayesh) were gone, Lin began. Despite herself she felt a sense of deja vu. Kel, barely holding on to life, in the royal quarters. Even his position was the same.

"Kel?" She whispered. "Kel, if you can hear me, open your mouth. I'm going to give you morphea."

Fortunately, Kel was semi-conscious, and he complied.

"Who did this to you?" Kel was alive, but barely. Lin decided to engage him to prevent him from slipping. His death meant her own. "Where the hell were you in the first place, anyway?"

"Ca.. Caravel."

"In the Temple District? A courtesan poisoned you?" Lin asked, then frowned. Murdering each other due to jealousy isn't a far-fetched action between courtesans or clients, but attacking a nobility...

"No idea. I-!" Kel cried out as Lin injected a syringe on Kel's forearm.

"Sorry. I need something to give to Merren for analysis."

A few moments and several healing talismans later, Kel's otherwise pale face started to have color. Just then the door opened. Conor.

"I sent Antonetta home." Conor explained at Lin's questioning look. "How is he?"

"Definitely poison, but nothing I've seen before. He's more or less stable, but I need to stay overnight, at least."

"I'll make arrangements. I assume you need to stay here."

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Lin took a sip of her tea, trying to keep awake. A part of her can't wrap her mind around it: Here she was, in a couch inside the Crown Prince's and his Sword Catcher's quarters. Lin directed her gaze to Kel, who was sleeping fitfully. He mumbled a name, and Lin realized it was hers.

"You called for me?" Lin asked softly, careful not to wake Conor. The last thing she wanted was for the prince to fuss over Kel.

"Can't sleep..." Kel mumbled. Lin put a hand on his forehead.

"You have a slight fever. I'll be right back."

After a few moments Lin returned with a bowl of cold water, several face towels draped over her shoulder. Setting the bowl on the floor, she took a towel and dunked it in the water, squeezing out the excess before laying it on Kel's forehead. Wetting another one, she instructed Kel to raise his head, wrapping the second towel around his neck like a scarf.

"Tell me something." Kel then said, and for a moment Lin was transported back to when she was treating Conor, her talking while he half-delirious.

"Which story do you want to hear?" She asked.

"Anything."

So Lin told him about the Sault, her life there, her struggles as a physician.

"That's messed-up. Only men can be physicians?"

Lin chuckled. "That's what Conor said to me as well, when I was treating him."

She continued, telling Kel about Mariam, even her ailment.

"Sounds like we have something in common. We both have someone we protect."

"Sounds about right. You-" Just then Kel jerked.

"Hey, everything-" Lin said. Just then Kel began seizing,

"Shit! Conor!"

The prince sat up with a jerk. "Huh?" He rushed to their side when he saw what was happening.

"Turn him to his side." Lin ordered.

"What in gray hell is happening?" Conor demanded.

"I don't know! One moment we were talking and then suddenly-" Just then Kel stopped, much to the physician's relief. Conor was about to open his mouth to say something, but Lin shook her head. Don't.

"Let him rest. I have to go. Call for me if something happens."

[dystini]

Indycar Driver Lore

Indycar Driver Lore Masterlist

Conor James Daly

Birthdate: Dec. 15, 1991 Hometown: Noblesville, Indiana Residence: Indianapolis Height/Weight: 5’9”/150lbs

Rookie year: 2016 Rookie Indy 500: 2013

Team: Dreyer & Reinbold Racing/Cusick Motorsports (Indy 500)

Follow him on: Instagram Twitter Twitch YouTube

Career Stats 2012: Tested with A.J. Foyt Racing 2013: Debut @ Indy 500 w/ A.J. Foyt Racing - 34th Overall 2014: N/A 2015: 4 races w/ Schmidt Peterson Motorsports, 1 race w/ Dale Coyne Racing - 28th Overall *2016: Dale Coyne Racing - 18th Overall 2017: A.J. Foyt Racing - 18th Overall 2018: 4 races w/ Harding Steinbrenner Racing and Dale Coyne Racing - 29th Overall 2019: 7 races w/ Andretti Autosport, Arrow Schmidt Peterson Motorsports, and Carlin - 24th Overall 2020: Ed Carpenter Racing (Road/Street) and Carlin (Oval) - 17th Overall 2021: Ed Carpenter Racing (Road/Street/500) and Carlin (Oval) - 18th Overall 2022: Ed Carpenter Racing - 17th Overall 2023: 7 races w/ Ed Carpenter Racing, 3 races w/ Meyer Shank Racing, 1 race w/ Rahal Letterman Lanigan Racing

*Official Rookie Season

Podcast: Speed Street

Nascar 2018 Xfinity Series Road America 2020 Nascar Trucks series Las Vegas (teammates with Travis Pastrana) 2021 Nascar Trucks series Las Vegas 2022 Cup Series Charlotte Roval 2023 Cup Series Daytona 500, COTA 2023 Xfinity Series Charlotte Roval 2023 Truck Series Mid Ohio

Nitrocross 2023–24 Dreyer & Reinbold Racing

-A second-generation race driver, Conor is the son of Derek Daly, who reached the pinnacle of the sport, competing in Formula 1 and the Indycar Series for well over a decade. His mother, Beth Boles, won a Novice Jet Ski World title in 1990 and his stepfather, J. Douglas Boles, is the president of Indianapolis Motor Speedway. -Appeared in Season 30 of CBS’ “The Amazing Race” with fellow NTT Indycar Series competitor, Alexander Rossi. The pair finished fourth in the adventure reality show. Also competed on American Ninja Warrior. -Ambassador for esports team named Lazarus. -Favorite color is green. -Likes his coffee black -collects Pokemon cards (still does it, started as a child) - played American football in middle school. -Still owns the first car he ever bought, a Subaru WRX. It's blue, lives in his garage, unregistered in 2022, doesn't work right. He says he will keep it forever. -Pescatarian (eats fish but not meat) Isn't strict about it and makes exceptions for things like Alex Rossi's smoked brisket and ribs. Went back to eating meat over the 2022 off season, unknown if he's gone back to pescatarian for the 2023 season. -Diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes at age 14, he wears a Dexcom Continuous Glucose Monitor, and uses inhalable insulin. -Tattoo: 41 on the inside of his right wrist. His first Indycar car number

has the unfortunate record of having driven with every Indycar team except Ganassi and Penske

The Way It Is/ Conor Daly aims at Europe and F1

Iconic/memorable moments

Doug and Drivers: Conor Daly Inside Job: Conor Daly's Hot Tub Bamboozle The culprits: Alex Rossi Sage Karem Full Explanation 2017 balloon and glitter prank (The culprits were Conor's team) Colton goes to Mars from an Iracing stream Conor leads laps at the Indy 500 First pole 2020 Iowa The INDYCAR Off-Season with Marco Andretti, James Hinchcliffe, Josef Newgarden and Conor Daly INDYCAR Test Drive Episode 4: Conor Daly (The ending. That's actually James Hinchcliffe's house) INSIDE THE RACE // CONOR DALY AT WORLD WIDE TECHNOLOGY RACEWAY Why Indianapolis Motor Speedway is Conor Daly's favorite place on earth | Motorsports on NBC Conor Daly: Pursuit of an Indycar Ride INSIDE THE RACE: CONOR DALY // BIG MACHINE SPIKED COOLERS GRAND PRIX Conor Daly | INDYCAR Driver 2018 Indy 500 Victory Celebration: Conor Daly RIDE TO THE TRACK // CONOR DALY AND RINUS VEEKAY Touring Conor Daly's camper ahead of the Indy 500 Conor Daly & Alexander Rossi Visit Space Camp Racing Helmet Collection Tour! - Part 1 Conor Daly Helmet Collection Tour- Part 2! An Inside Look at Conor Daly's RV From the Indianapolis 500 Conor Daly American Ninja Warrior Training IndyCar Driver Conor Daly Joins Us at Indy 500 Media Day INDYCAR FANswers: Conor Daly Conor Daly's epic reaction to Alexander Rossi vs Santino Ferrucci! Conor Daly and Ed Carpenter Racing part ways IndyCar's Alexander Rossi and Conor Daly on their The Amazing Race experience 104th Indianapolis 500: Conor Daly, Oliver Askew caught up in Indy 500 restart | Motorsports on NBC Conor Daly test for AJ Foyt Enterprises Q&A with Conor Daly at 2020 IndyCar Spring Training Interview with Conor Daly and Rinus VeeKay Conor Daly hangs out in the Snake Pit before the race Conor Daly Joins Andretti Autosport for 2019 Indianapolis 500 What is the Aeroscreen on Indy Race Cars? Drive Conor Daly Breaks Down the New Safety Improvements Drivers Eating Donuts with Conor Daly

Conor is very much an underdog story. After an unsuccessful attempt to break into F1, he returned to the states to try his hand at Indycar, his first love. This meant many years of one-off races, subbing for injured drivers and the occasional single season contract with a team. in 2020 and 21, he managed deals that allowed him to race full time, albeit with two teams, Carlin for ovals and ECR for road and street courses. In 2023 he is in the second season of a two year full time contract with ECR.

There is a 'what could have been' story. In 2011, Conor juggles duties between IndyNxt (then known as IndyLights) and GP3 in Europe, competing in 5 IndyNXT races and winning two of the first three, putting him in the championship lead. He then returned to GP3, only making it back to the states for 2 more races. His teammate, Josef Newgarden went on to win the championship and rose to Indycar the following year. If Conor had stayed and put the funding he had into IndyNXT instead of chasing what was ultimately a futile European dream, would he have had the opportunities Josef had? Won more races? Taken the championship from Josef? We will never know.

It could be said that Conor was born and bred for motorsports in general and Indycar in particular. His father is Derek Daly, F1, Cart (later became Indycar), and IMSA driver. His mother, Beth Boles, was an Indy 500 Festival Princess in 1978, as well as worked at Indianapolis Motor Speedway in several different roles. His stepfather, Doug Boles, is currently COO of Indianapolis Motor Speedway. Some of his earliest memories are at that track and others, as his father transitioned into being a TV broadcaster after he was born.

Conor is considered the friendliest guy on the grid and usually does the most to welcome newbies. He is something of an acquired taste, often over the top with his American patriotism (but doesn't really step over into the negative aspects of it). He's fond of using the weirdest phrases instead of swearing (lying sack of potatoes, cheating snake, etc), but does swear normally in unguarded moments (such as the radio during a race). He's a hometown boy, growing up just outside of Indianapolis. He knows the city inside and out. He has a self-deprecating sense of humor, making fun of all aspects of himself. A favorite descriptor he uses for himself is "A ginger diabetic with a bowl cut."

Fanfic Lore

Good friends with James Hinchcliffe, Alexander Rossi and Marco Andretti. The four could be considered a 'band of brothers'. Conor lived with James for several months in 2016 (as did Alex Rossi) before moving in with Alex Rossi for a few more months (into 2017) once Alex had found his own place.

Often paired with one of the others of the band, most frequently Alexander Rossi

Historically paired with Josef Newgarden. They raced together in karts and lower series cars.

[football-and-fanfics]

Conor Gallagher masterlist

These are all the imagines I have written for Conor Gallagher (links below the cut). Newly posted imagines for him will be added onto here a.s.a.p.

Last updated: 9 February 2023

Imagines posted in 2022:

Sick

Imagines posted in 2023: None yet

[elmatadorisgay]

I am in fact writing some things, mainly for the footy rpf fictober challenge

Here's some wip stuff for the challenge:

Prompt 4(That night at the hotel): Tyrone Mings/Conor Coady

Prompt 20(Jealousy): Karim Adeyemi/Nico Schlotterbeck

Prompt 21(Instagram Comments): Trent Alexander Arnold/Jordan Henderson

Prompt 22("Does the coach know about us?"): Harry Maguire/Lisandro Martinez

full prompt list here if you'd like to suggest other ships I could write for the prompts