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Acting purely on instinct, he reached out and grabbed at the Alpha near him, recognising the safety offered and some part of him knowing him as the Alpha he trusted most.
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A bite on the ice leaves Quinn with what he wanted in the worst way to get it.
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- Part 1 of calling me home
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slipping through my fingers (don't you dare) by Antiisocial_lover
Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF
14 Jun 2026
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"Quinn." Jack said his name the way he had on the dock, the day they arrived, not the punchline-setup version, not the performed version, but the real one, the younger-brother one, the version that meant I see you. "I'm sorry."
Quinn looked at him. "Don't be," he said. "I mean it. This is what makes sense."
"It's not-" Jack exhaled, hard, through his nose, rubbed the back of his neck. "It's not that we don't want you around."
"I know," Quinn said.
"It's a hockey thing."
"I know, Jack."
"Because if it wasn't a hockey thing—"
"It's a hockey thing," Quinn said, and there was something in his voice that was not quite patience and not quite the other thing, something in between, that closed the sentence gently but firmly. "I understand. Really. It's a hockey thing and it makes sense and Minnesota is going to be great."
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Did Kirill got closer or was he imagined it?
No, he was definitely leaning on him.
Shit, shit, shit.
What was he supposed to do? Lean closer too?
God, he could feel Kirill’s breath. His eyes were even more pretty this close.
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Brock figures out that Quinn has been punishing himself to try to deal with his submissive urges without help. Brock takes this news about as well as you'd expect.
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- Part 3 of Holding My Breath For You
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you're blue i'm red, I wanna kiss your neck and make you purple all over by coveredbydeepoceanwaves
Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF
26 May 2026
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Between enjoying summer and working shifts at a café, this just perfect dude comes into Quinn's life like fucking houdini or something and then Quinn realises that he might be a bit gayer than he though
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“It’s Boston University. You go there or something?”
“Uh, no.”
“Okay?” The guy raised a questioning brow at him, but still smiled. Oh, yeah. He was expecting Quinn to probably explain why he had been staring like an idiot.
“I mean, uh, I don’t go there. But I know a bit of their hockey team. Cause I go to the University of Michigan, and I’m on their hockey team. Uh, the wolverines.”