WinterSnow7
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Quinn spent his whole life checking his compass and waiting for it to point him towards his soulmate. After playing against the Minnesota Wild, Quinn realized he didn't want to meet his soulmate anymore. He wanted Kirill Kaprizov.
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Deep breaths Quinn.
It’s just a door, just knock like a normal fucking person, and you can go in and talk. Like a normal fucking guy.
The warm toned wooden door sat in a long hall of similar doors. Behind Quinn was floor to ceiling windows, looking out over a dreary looking Twin Cities. Clouds hung low, people were scarce, and the traffic was quieter than usual.
Literally just knock. That’s all you need to do.
Quinn continued to battle with himself. He had been standing there for about 5 minutes, trying to force his hand to reach up.
Maybe he should call it now, and go home. A good attempt, but not something he needed to try again.~
Quinn goes to therapy to try and work out his feelings for his nice, handsome, funny neighbor. Who was also his teamate.
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- Part 1 of Sports Medicine
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07 Oct 2026
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Quinn shoots Kirill a text, late after a night out, asking him to look over some pictures for a potential instagram post. Kirill agrees easily, who wouldn't say yes to extra Quinn content?
The pictures come through and Kirill swipes through them, they’re overall pretty boiler plate. Quinn with his brothers, Quinn at a concert, Quinn with a family pet of some sort, Quinn with his chain between his teeth, shirt rucked up by-
Kirill taps on the picture instead of just looking at the thumbnail. There’s no fucking way Quinn just sent him a borderline nude.
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14 Sep 2026
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Quinn held the fish bowl helmet in his hands. It was an option now. His nose was still healing. The bruise was mostly gone, he doubt anyone would notice it. But that was both a good and bad thing. It was tender and very breakable. And he'd prefer not to break his nose again. But Quinn knew, this was Vancouver. His old arena and his old fans, ... it was going to be weird no matter what. But did he want to make it worse?
Kirill was waiting for him to put it on. They had talked about it. Who cared if someone said something? Not wanting to have your nose broken again isn't like... a bad thing? Right?
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25 Jul 2026
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Quinn spirals out of control into a deep depression.
The only one who can pull him out of it is Kirill.
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Sometimes you just need to hear your best friend’s voice.
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09 Jul 2026
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If you asked Quinn how things have been going since his and Kirill’s conversation, he would tell you he has given Kirill as much space as the man wants (which it turns out is none— Kirill still sleeps on top of him and goes down on him like it’s a privilege to do so).
But if he were a bit more honest, he’d admit that he has officially initiated phase one of get Kirill to fuck. GKTF for short.
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Quinn and Kirill can’t keep their hands off each other ever since they started this, but Kirill won’t fuck him. Quinn wasn’t raised a quitter, so he’s determined to make it happen. He may have to tend to some of Kirill’s wounds before it does.
Part 2 of No Hiding
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12 Jun 2026