#hello i come to offer.... a quinn

[larsnicklas]

his haunted eyes and generally beleaguered demeanor have enchanted me

#quinn hughes #vancouver canucks #canucks #nhl #hockey #meg.nucks #meg.gif #meg.all #hello i come to offer.... a quinn

[bambikisss]

Protection :: C.San

☀Inspiration: Descendants of the Sun

Pairings: military!San x doctor!reader

📙: You were one of the better doctors in your unit, which often brought your praise and admirers. However, when the military requests for more doctors to be flown out to their base, you were the hospital's first pick. While you're helping people, you meet the base's top solider: Choi San, leader of team ATEEZ.

⚠: This is strictly for entertainment purposes, so there will be inaccurate descriptions of both the military and medical terms. Mentions of violence, use of gun and knives in battle.

💕: Unprotected sex (wrap it up always), Buff Choi San, multiple rounds, mutual masturbation, biting, slight pain kink (san), car sex, shower sex, breeding kink (san)

Bambi's notes: Hello loves! Here is the fic! So, a small little fact is that this is basically San brain rot / smut with some plot. I've fallen back into my ending sucking era, but I liked it and I hope you do too.

🎶: Mamacita - Chase Atlantic, Dangerous Woman - Arianna Grande, Outlaw - ATEEZ, Bouncy - ATEEZ

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NOT PROOFREAD | COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED AND ENCOURAGED

"Doctor L/N? There is someone asking for you in room 322. They don't want to see anyone else but you."

Ah, the top of the medical mountain: you got to take care of the top clients because you were one of the best doctors in the hospital.

You nodded before making your way to the elevator, your shoes squeaking softly against the pristine hospital floors. You had been at this hospital for almost three years and you still were amazed by how clean the janitors got the floors.

You sighed as the elevator doors closed in front of you, your back meeting the cold wall as the numbers slowly rose to take you to the 3rd floor. You chose to enjoy the moment of silence before going back into the loud hustle and bustle that was the hospital.

You had spent years trying to get to this point: the hours of studying, all the tests you had to take- all led you to this life you now lived. While you enjoyed helping people and the rise in pay, you also mourned the death of your social life. So many nights you wanted to spend with your friends, but were all spent in the hospital. It didn't help your dating life either, as you refused to date anyone who worked at the hospital with you to avoid any drama when breaking up. It's not like you weren't chased after; many of the male nurses and staff had been very vocal about their crush on you, their words making their rounds to you, but you never acknowledged that. You were here to work, not flirt with the various men that walked around.

You couldn't help but want someone, though. Someone to come home to and hold you when things became too much. But, that would have to wait.

The elevator doors are opening.

~.~

"It is no problem at all, Mr. Quinn. Please make sure to relax and please listen to the nurses" You offered the rich old man a kind smile before closing the door behind you as you entered the empty hallway. Taking care of the rich always felt like a pain- some thought that they knew better just because they had money, while some were more into "faking being sick to see their favorite doctor."

"Ah, Doctor F/N L/N. Just the women I just looking for."

Your head turned to see your boss approaching you with a kind smile on his old face. He placed a gentle hand onto your white coat covered shoulder before walking with you, leading you to his office without another word. You didn't fight back, though, wanting to know why he was looking for you. Maybe you were getting reprimanded due to you turning down another nurse and making him throw a tantrum. Maybe you were getting another raise.

"Please, close the door behind you" You nodded as the old man made his way around the large oak desk before he sat down in his chair. Your hand slowly left the doorknob as he crossed his arms, the air in the office no longer friendly as you sat down in front of him. Before you could even ask him about what was going on, he cut you off with a simple hand raise. "Miss L/N, you spend too much time here for a woman of your age" You blinked at your boss's words, tilting your head as you tried to process it. Taking in your confused stance, your boss clears his throat before leaning forward on his desk to point to a calendar that sat in the corner, one date circled in red ink. It was this coming Monday.

"I have the director of this hospital coming next Monday, and with your past involvement with the director and her son, I don't think you should be here"

Your eyes narrowed at your boss as you crossed your arms over your chest. How dare he take you off the work schedule because of the director's son and his hurt feelings? Just because you rejected him doesn't mean that you two can't be cordial when interacting. Your boss once again holds up his hand to stop you from speaking, leaning back in his chair as he removes his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose before he spoke. "Y/N, you know how the director gets about you, especially since you made her only son cry when you rejected him. I don't want to risk there being a problem between you and her if she sees you."

"Well, I don't want to not work. I have a reputation to uphold, plus, I don't have anymore pay time off." You watched as your boss, nodded, understanding your words before he sat back up, his back cracking softly as he put back on his glasses. "I understand and I am already looking into things you can do while not being at the hospital. Just...keep your mind open, ok?"

Open minded? You couldn't help but wonder what your boss had planned up his sleeves for you. But, to you, as long as you got work, you were ok with it.

You would be open minded.

~>~

"Is everyone in place for the attack? Everyone needs to be ready when I give my signal"

A static filled response filled San's ear as he held the binoculars to his eyes as he sat perched in the high grass upon a hill. To the average person, this may look creepy, even a bit scary; but to San and his team, this was nothing but child's play.

"San, there seems to be three hostages inside. We need to be careful when we attack" San nodded at HongJoong's words as he laid on his stomach next to San's knee, the older man's brown hair blowing in the cold night wind as his sniper's lenses sat pressed against his eyes. San knew that there would be complications, especially when chasing one of the world's most dangerous criminals. But, in order to keep the rest of the world safe, he knew he had to take risks. San's eyes slightly widened when he noticed the man place down his weapon on a table, giving San a perfect view of the kind of weapon, but that the man was now unarmed. Perfect.

"Mingi, Yunho, and Yeosang, it's time. Make sure that you all stay alert. Once Wooyoung and Jongho shut off those lights, you have my full permission to light the place up. Just get those hostages out first. Then, me and Seonghwa will go after the criminal. Remember: he's dangerous so let us both take care of it, just let him run and go after his goons. Understood?"

San placed his binoculars down as the men agreed before offered HongJoong a nod, letting him know to shoot whenever he saw fit. San's mind was clear as he moved to stand with Seonghwa behind a nearby tree, rolling up his sleeve to see the watch that sat tight on his wrist. Three seconds. Three seconds before they all lit the place up.

Three.

"We are all in positions, San"

Two

"Jongho and I are ready to shut the lights off."

One.

"Now."

The house that sat hidden in the marsh was an old one, but still had new technology wiring, making it easy for both Jongho and Wooyoung to shut it off. As the lights went out inside the house, causing a large shout to be heard, Mingi, Yunho, and Yeosang moved through the murky waters till they reached the door, Mingi's foot kicking the door in before gunfire could be heard. San wasn't worried about the three of them hurting the hostages while going after the goons- all three were skilled in close gunfire and battle. They were the best of the best at their jobs.

Plus, San had other things to worry about.

San placed his black gloved hand onto Seonghwa's shoulder as they moved down the hill, moving around the murky waters to wait behind another nearby tree near the back of the house as shouts and gunfire still blared through the home. Sure enough, the leader soon emerged from the back door, admit on making a escape from the chaos inside.

"Jeremy Phillips?"

The man paused in his tracks as both San and Seonghwa emerged from the tree, their eyes staring darkly at the man. San had to hold back a smirk of his own at Jeremy's shocked face before watching as he pulled out a knife. The blade may not have been long, but it gleamed in the moonlight, still showing that it was dangerous. San wasn't worried though, pulling out his own knife from the pocket of his black combat pants as Seonghwa rushed inside to help the others. He knew that San had it covered and that he wasn't much help, since it would be with a blade.

"You know, I've been chasing you for a long time, Jeremy? You've been avoiding me" San's voice held a slight playful manner in it as he continued to keep his eyes trained on his opponent. San's fist tightened around the handle as Jeremy apologized half-heartedly, stepping forward. San watched each step the man made before he decided that he was close enough.

"So, you're still the leader of ATEEZ, huh? Still the military's golden boy, huh?" San now smirked, nodding at Jeremy's words before saying "Yup. We all can't be bravo members for the enemy."

San's words made Jeremy no longer want to speak, the man's smile fading before he lunged at San's body. While Jeremy was taller than San, he still had his combat training and was confident he could win. San moved back before the blade could meet his body before he kicked Jeremy in the stomach, sending the man flying backwards into the murky water, San's blade soon meeting his thigh. San watched as Jeremy yelled in pain, remembering the words of his commander before they all dispatched to the mission:

"Jeremy Phillips is a dangerous man. You shoot to kill."

San didn't give the man a moment to recover as his hands quickly moved to his other pocket, gripping his gun before firing it.

The night once again returned to it's silence as San returned his gun to his pocket, sighing as a cold breeze moved through the field. He ran a hand through his black hair as Mingi and the others emerged from the house, the hostages all standing close to Seonghwa as they stared at San. If you were to ever ask Mingi what was a scary sight, it would be seeing San right after he's completed a mission: watching his eyes slowly drift back from being dark and cold to full of life.

"San, the helicopter is here. We need to go before his backup gets here"

San nodded as he took one more deep breath, meeting Mingi's worried eyes with a small nod, letting him know that he was alright. Mingi returned the nod before motioning for everyone to follow him as they made their way back up the hill to where the large helicopter sat, Hongjoong, Wooyoung, and Jongho already inside. San gave the others a simple nod as he sat across from Wooyoung, clasping his buckles closed before the large aircraft began to rise, taking them from the once tense and bloody confrontation to the quiet night sky.

San's eyes closed as the helicopter returned everyone to the base, escorting the hostages back to their families with a small smile on his lips. He nodded as one of the hostage's wife's thanked him before jumping to hug her husband tightly. San couldn't help but watch as his smile dropped, his heart tightening at the sight. San wasn't a very easily emotional man, but to see such a sight made him yern for something like that. For someone to hug him whenever he returned him from his missions was a small dream of his, and seeing someone else have that too always made his heart ache. "You know, San, people are bound to get upset if you keep staring at them"

San couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at Wooyoung's words, his eyes then narrowing at the hand that was soon placed onto his shoulder by the man. He turned to face him, crossing his arms as Wooyoung continued to have a very happy and proud smile on his lips. "If you want something like that, then I could always help you. I'm sure you could find a few women who are intrested in a tough man like you"

San at first didn't reply to Wooyoung, finding his words ridiculous. But, after a moment, his eyebrow soon returned to rest, his face softening as he realized that his friend was right. He glanced back at the happy couple before he took a deep breath in, puffing up his chest before he began to walk down the corridor, Wooyoung's happy steps following him. He took San's silence to know that he was right and that it was time that his friend finally got a girlfriend.

~>~

"What do you mean you don't have a type, San?! Come on!"

San shrugged once more at Wooyoung's whine, crossing his arms before he rested against the picnic table. The base was outside a very popular town in one of the more desolate areas, which meant lots of heat and sand, which made Fridays cleaning days to remove all of the extra sand and more. Wooyoung had brought out his computer to help San set up a dating profile while he cleaned, but they had already gotten to a roadblock.

Sure, San had dated around for a while, but nothing too crazy. He dated anyone he felt a connection to, but that connection all fizzed out really fast. To say San was a bit disappointed in his dating life was an understatement: he had been on around 8 first dates and hadn't gotten on a second date with any of them.

"How am I supposed to help you find a girlfriend if you don't know what kind of women you like?!'' San rolled his eyes at Wooyoung's complaining, about to complain himself about how stupid this whole dating profile thing was when a distant rumble distracted him. San's attention moved from his friend to the sand road that was Infront of him as three dark green jeeps appeared, driving towards the base. "Woah, early mail day?" Wooyoung asked, moving to stand next to San as the others moved to join San all standing at attention just in case it was a threat, the other soliders on the base doing the same.

"The mail people don't come in green Jeeps, though" San mumbled, watching suspiciously as the three Jeeps came to a stop in front of the group. The windows were deeply tinted, only letting everyone see their reflections.

The doors soon opened, showing the commander exiting the truck. The commander was a tall, yet not bulky man. While he wasn't physically bulky, he could still fight someone. "Ah, good morning everyone"

San raised an eyebrow at his commander, wondering why he wasn't explaining the other Jeeps behind him. He was about to ask when he saw all the doors open, various people leaving the Jeep. San eyed them all as they followed the commander, as if he was inspecting them for any dangers. As the last Jeep's doors open, a woman stepped out, making San pause.

"You know, when I was told I was being sent out on a special mission, I didn't think it'd be to somewhere so freaking hot" You sighed, wiping your forehead as your sneakers touched the warm sand and rocks along the road. The sun was already beating down on you and you were beginning to regret not just staying at the hospital. This is what you get for being open minded.

"Oh come on, Y/N, it's not that bad. I mean, look at those hot soldiers" your eyes turned to F/N, who still had a smile on her face as you both began to walk to meet with the rest of the medic group. You did glance over at the soldiers as you passed them, noticing how some of them were acting like they were starved for woman attention, their eyes bugging out of their heads as you passed them. You shook your head, continuing to walk up the road.

You and the other medics paused as the commander turned to face you all, his dainty hand motioning for someone from the large mass of soliders to come over. "Everyone, this is Captain Choi San from our ATEEZ unit. He's the leader of the special unit, so if you have any problems, just go to him."

Your eyes turned to see the man, your eyes then immediately halting at his appearance. He had black hair, dark eyes, and a strong jaw. San was wearing a simple white tank top that gave you a view of his large chest pecks and his arms too. He also wore the base's sweatpants, giving you a view of his strong thighs. He looked like he was handcrafted: someone had taken their time with him.

F/N noticed your eyes not moving from San, a small smirk falling onto her face before she whispered ''Guess you found a reason to like this place, huh?"

"Shh" Your eyes didn't move from San as you waved off your friend's words. You hoped that he couldn't feel how your eyes were probably burning a hole into him as he placed his hands behind his back, his eyes scanning the group of doctors before he finally landed on you. As you both made eye contact, his body tensed once more before he let his eyes move slowly down your frame, staring at the top of your hair and then slowly moving down your body, taking his time to look at every crevice on your face and body. You carefully bit your bottom lip as you tried to not burst into flames at the sight, making San smirk slightly.

Once the commander finished giving you all a briefing of the base and it's operation, you all were then escorted the building you'd be working in. You were to spend two months here, taking care of the various soldiers. It was like you were back in the hospital, but only smaller and with beefy military men all day instead of rich old CEOs. It was a nice change in your opinion.

Your first task was to do checkups with all of the men, which kept you and the other staff busy all day. Finally, as the hot sun went down, you were on to the last solider.

"I'm here to get checked out." You looked up from your clipboard to see San standing in the entrance of your little section. He was now wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans, his casual appearance making you smile a bit. While everyone else this whole day came in wearing their uniform, here he was wearing something so casual, separating him from the rest. You waved him in, moving to grab his medical chart as he sat down on the medic bed.

"Ok, so it seems that you're a pretty healthy man, Captain San, so I guess all you need is just a routine vaccination and then you're good to go." You looked up to see San's face, noticing that he tilted his head to the side before he crossed his arms over his chest, his arm muscles doubling in size as he did so. San cleared his throat before he met your eyes, trying to hold back his smile at your slightly confused look. "Doctor F/N, are you willing to perform a physical on me like everyone else? While I am a very healthy man, it wouldn't hurt to get a small checkup."

You nodded softly, placing your clipboard down before you approached San. You had given everyone else a physical, but giving one to San felt different. His eyes were trained on every movement you made, his skin warm as you touched his arm and neck. You tried to not notice it too much, but he was making it so obvious, which made your cheeks heat up a bit.

San let his smirk come through as you touched his chest and his back, nodding as you asked him to breathe in. San liked the way your hands felt on his body, and he couldn't help but crave more from you. "I think it would be easier if my shirt came off. Don't you think so, Doctor F/N?" You paused at San's question, meeting his eyes as you realized how close you and him now were; you now stood in between his legs with one hand on his chest and back, making you hover close to his body. You knew his true intention and for once, you weren't upset about a client making a move on you. Plus, you really wanted to see how he looked without a shirt on.

You nodded before pulling back, letting San take off his shirt before placing it onto the medic bed next to him. San's chest was just as hard as you had thought it was: large pecks, large arms and shoulders, perfect abs, and a his strong V line that went straight into his Calvin Klein boxers and jeans. You had to pry your eyes from San's body as you returned to the physical, the room no longer feeling cold as the connection between you both heated up.

You tried to chat with San while you did the physical, hoping that chatting with him would ease some of the heat between you two, but with his voice and charming remarks, it only added to the connection. You finally finished with his physical and shot, giving him a batman band-aid to make him laugh. You picked up his shirt, handing it back to him as he stood from your med bed, his eyes glimmering as he took it from you. "So, Doctor Y/N, have you seen the snack room yet? I know you told me you're a big fan of Oreos."

"Snack room?" you asked, tilting your head at his words as a smile came onto his face. You were a big fan of Oreos and thought you deserved some since you had to stomach some of the cafeteria food. San smirked, leading you to a small building that was behind the new med building you and the others occupied. It wasn't too big, but it was filled with metal shelves filled with snacks. You made a beeline for the Oreos as San closed the door behind you both, his fingers slickly locking it before he approached you. "So, the way to your heart is with Oreos?" You turned to San as he now stood close at your side, his chest rising and falling at a slight faster pace than earlier. You nodded as he gently took the packet from you, opening the packet with his teeth before he took a cookie out. You watched as he opening the cookie, placing the top one against your bottom lip. "Open."

You nodded, letting San feed you the cookie before your mouth closed around it, chewing as the chocolate flavor filled your mouth. San watched you with now slightly hooded eyes before he held up the rest to your lips, his free hand gently touching your waist. "You know, when I eat Oreos, I eat them all separate like this: I eat the cookie first, lick the icing off, then eat the last cookie."

You then caught on to what he wanted you to do next, slowly licking the icing off the cookie as San watched before accepting the last cookie into your mouth. San hummed as he watched you, whispering a small "good girl." before the hand that was on your waist slowly moved up your body, his body moving with yours to press your back against one of the nearby shelves that were against the wall. He looked down at your lips as he gently touched your neck, his thumb moving to press along the underside of your neck. You looked so hot to him, and he was beginning to feel so dizzy.

"I haven't had an Oreo in a while. Maybe you could let me know how it tastes," San didn't give you a chance to respond as his lips soon met yours. The kiss at first started off slow, like he was testing the waters to see how far you wanted to go. As your hand moved to wrap around the back of his neck, San took it as a sign that you wanted this, so the kiss sped up. San hummed against your lip as your tongue gently moved along his bottom lip, making him grip your thighs before he easily picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He then roughly cleared off a nearby table by moving his arm along the messy table, clearing off all of the many foods before he placed you back down onto the table, the kiss now becoming hot.

San began to move his lips down your neck as you whispered his name, trying to critique him for making a mess, but your mind became mush due to how good his lips and tongue felt along your neck. His hands then slipped under your shirt, pushing up the fabric as his lips then moved up the newly exposed skin. San was so focused on kissing and seeing every part of you, which only added to your arousal. He slowly moved back up to your lips, meeting you in a passionate kiss as his hands moved to remove any remaining clothes on you, haphazardly tossing them in to a pile before your hands did the same to his. San smiled as you began to push down his pants, his hands moving to help you before he pulled back from the kiss.

"You know, we need to do a full on physical," You met San's eyes as he kicked away his pants, his words making you tilt your head. San chuckled at your head tilt, his hands moving slowly along your thighs before he pressed his forehead against yours. San had never been with someone like you and he wanted to savor this moment, yet, he also couldn't help but want to flip you over on the table and just drill his hard cock into you. "Seems like you wanna play doctor, San" You whispered, running your hand through his hair as he slowly pushed down his boxers, his hard cock now slapping against his abs.

San couldn't help but chuckle deeply at your words before he gently cupped your face, making you meet his eyes as he speaks. "That's right, Y/N. Let me play doctor and give you a full inspection with my cock."

You felt your body heat up at his words before San lets go of your face, leaning down to spit on the head of his cock before he moved his hand along his cock, spreading it along his large length before he gripped your thighs, roughly pulling you to the edge of the table. You bit your lip as he moved your legs tightly around his waist, the head of his cock meeting your wet cunt before he slowly pushed in, making you both gasp. San gently tossed his head forward, resting his head on your shoulder as you welcome his cock. "Fuck, baby. You're already so wet, shit." You gripped his biceps as he continued to slowly push in, taking a deep breath at the stretch his cock caused.

"Does anyone know why the snack building door is locked? I wanted a snack, man!"

You and San both tensed and paused at the sound of Yunho outside, complaining about the locked door. You tilted your head back to try and see the door, hoping that he doesn't have some sort of lockpicking skills. San looked up from your shoulder, noticing how your attention was now on on the door and it made him a bit jealous. He saw Yunho every single day, and he can't even give him one moment with you alone? San felt a wave of heat rush over his body before he pressed his hands against your thighs, looking at you as he started to continue pushing into you.

"San- oh my god, fuck" You were about to question him on why he was looking at you like that, but your words left your mind as he resumed filling you with his cock. You tried to mention that Yunho was outside, but San cut you off again with a kiss. He pushed his tongue into the kiss, muffling more of your moans as finally finished filling you. "Yunho does not matter right now. You better not even utter his name right now- right now you should be more worried about taking every inch of my cock like a good girl."

You nodded dazily at San's words, your eyes closing as San slowly pulled out before he began to move his hips. San bit his lip harshly as he moved his hips to meet yours, the slow pace killing him- every time he filled you up, you just felt so good around him that it was physically hurting him to not give it to you harder. His eyes soon moved to your face, watching you as the pleasure moved all over his face before he broke.

San's pace suddenly picked up, snapping his hips into you at a fast pace, the sound of your moans and wetness now echoing around the snack building. He smirked as you dug your nails into his muscles, using him as an anchor as he drilled his cock into you. Just the way you were taking him made him want to cum. He leaned down to kiss your shoulder before he bit it, licking the mark he soon left behind. "Beautiful, now you can look at that tomorrow morning and remember how good it feel with my cock deep in your pussy like this"

"San, please" You whined, pressing a kiss to his lips as you tried to shut him, hoping to stop his dirty words from leaving his lips, but it only made San laugh before he leaned back, making sure your lips can't reach his as he moves faster, making the table move along with you both. "What, baby, don't act like you don't like what I'm saying. I can feel it every single time you tense around my cock" You tossed your head back as San's fingers met your clit, making you clench around his cock. Your nails dug more into his shoulders as you felt your orgsam quickly approaching, making you moan his name louder. San smirked before giving in to kiss you, silencing you so Yunho couldn't hear as you came all over his cock and him filling you up with his cum. You wrapped your arms around his neck to keep him in the kiss as you both came hard.

You soon pulled back from the kiss as your thighs shook, your eyes now closed as you rested against San's body, his own body shaking and feeling hot as he gently rubbed your body and pressed kisses to your shoulder. However, you both were reminded about the situation you both were in when Yunho could be heard outside saying "Maybe Jongho has the key?"

"Looks like our moment is over" San chuckled, slowly pulling out of you before he picked up a napkin, cleaning you and him up before he helped you get dressed. Once you both were appropriate, he smiled at you before pressing a kiss to your forehead. You sighed at his touch before you heard some crinkling, San's body leaving yours. You opened your eyes as the door to the snack room closed, leaving you alone in the building. You sighed, feeling it was a dream. Was it a sick daydream your mind conjured up about the Captain? You turned to check your reflection in the mirror of the room when you notice a packet of Oreos once more on the table right next to you, a small smiley face drawn on it. You smiled as you realized that San left that for you, instantly picking it up before leaving the building right as Yunho and Jongho made their way over, a small smile on your face.

~>~

"Y/N, do you know where the emergency needles are?"

You shook your head at F/N, watching as she dug through the many bins of medical gear you all had brought from the hospital. You and the others had been here for only a month and you had already ran out of everything. "There's talk about a mission the ATEEZ team are going on soon. We need more of everything before then so that way if something happens, we can help them."

"Let me go talk to the commander and see what I can do" you placed a gentle hand on F/N's shoulder before you went outside, walking to the large dark green tent the commander had. You were a bit nervous as you didn't really talk to the commander, only hearing him yell and scream at various solders, which made you keep your distance. But, you didn't have a choice today.

"Excuse me, Commander Lewis?" You smiled as you entered his tent, watching as he looked up from his paperwork. You waited till the commander offered you a small nod before you continued speaking as the other soilders you had seen talk to him do that. "Sir, me and the other medics are running out of medical supplies and we need to get more."

"I can take her into the city if you'd like," Your eyebrows furrowed as San spoke, making you turn around. San was wearing a navy blue t-shirt and his combat pants, his signature smile painted on his face. Before you could respond, the Commander tossed him the keys to a Jeep, letting you know that your words no longer mattered in the issue. You offered San a kind smile before you exited the tent, San following close behind.

"So, how have you been, Doctor? Still enjoying Oreos?" You turned to gently shove San before getting into the passenger seat of the Jeep, your cheeks heating up at his words. You hadn't been trying to avoid San since the night you and him both shared a while ago: he had been busy preparing for the mission and a whole squad got sick so you had to deal with that. You had seen him around, but you always ended up deciding to not go talk to him. A part of you thought it was a one night stand kind of situation, a different part of you wanted there to be more.

The car ride to the nearby city was quiet, dark shades covering San's eyes as he drove. You would often glance over at him, enjoying how he looked as he drove: one arm on the steering wheel, the other one resting on the side. He looked so cool.

"You didn't answer my question, Y/N" You jumped a bit a San's sudden question, turning to him to ask what he meant. You also silently hoped that he didn't ask anything while you were daydreaming. San smiled softly before he asked "What have you been up to since our night together? I heard a squad got sick and all, but what have you been up to besides that?"

"Oh besides that?" You turned to look back out the window as he drove, thinking back to the past couple of weeks. "Nothing, really. When I'm not working, I'm couped up in my quarters"

San nodded, understanding what you meant as he was the same way. "I heard you're going back home soon, too. Two months went by pretty fast, huh?" You paused as you hear a twinge of disappointment in his voice, making you turn back to look at him. But, before you could respond, San announced that you both had arrived in the city. You nodded, looking out at the many buildings and the beautiful stone road that was ahead.

After you both gather the rest of the supplies you and the other doctors needed, you and San begin the long car ride back to the base. You had favored the idea of looking outside, not wanting to break the silence. However, San had other plans.

"Why are we pulling over?" You turned to San as he pulled over, shutting the car off before he turned to you. He removed his shades from his eyes before he let his eyes roam your body. He hadn't seen you in so long and he knew that if he didn't address the underlying tension between you both, then there was chance he would never see it again when you went back. Your next words were cut off by San's lips meeting yours, his hand moving to cup your cheek. The kiss instantly became heated as you both moved your lips together, both of your eyes closing. The kiss felt just as good as last time, if not better.

San slowly moved his hand down your cheek to the seatbelt, smirking against your lips as he slowly removes it. "I missed you, Y/N"

"I missed you too, San" you whispered against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck as he began to lift you from the passenger seat onto his lap. He gently kissed down your neck as his hands slowly pushed up your top before he pushed his hand into your pants, his fingers meeting your wetness, making you mewl. "So wet, baby. And all I've done is just kiss you"

You sighed against his lips as he slowly pushed in a finger, his free hand moving to place one of your hands onto the button of pants, letting you know what he wanted. He placed gentle kisses along your neck and jaw as you struggled to unbutton his pants, the position in the car not giving either one of you very much room. San grunted before he pushed down your shorts, his hands then moving to help you with his pants. Your body was already too hot, your fingers now absently running along your wet cunt the same way San had.

San's eyes darken as he watches you, licking his lips as he pushes down his pants as much as he could, wrapping his hand around his already hard length as he matches your pace. You had never done something like this, but San made you feel bold. San looked at you like he was desperate for you and wanted all of you, his eyes giving you confidence. "Why don't you push a finger into that wet pussy, baby? Let me show you how I want you to touch yourself when we're separated"

You nodded, doing as San said, his lips meeting your neck once more as his hand moved along his length faster. San relished in the way you were moaning into his ear, making his cock twitch in his hand. San pulled back from your neck to see your face as you added another finger, now basically riding your fingers. You looked like the most beautiful thing he had seen and wanted this moment engraved in his mind. He cursed softly before swatting your hand away, helping you move to straddle his cock before he slowly pushed you down onto him. You gasped at the familiar stretch, your walls clamping down on him as he roughly smacked your ass, gripping the flesh immediately afterwards.

"Bounce on me just like you had done on your fingers a few seconds ago" San kept one hand gripping your ass, the other now gripping your hip as he helped you rise him. He licked along your neck before biting down on your sweet spot as you began to ride him, being careful to not hit your head. Once you both had found a comfortable angle, you began to let loose and move faster, making you both moan loudly. San kept his hands on you, moving them all over you continued to ride him. He knew he wouldn't stop till you were a mess; if you weren't a mess the first time, then he would make you continue you till you were a mess all over cock.

So after your first three orgsams on his cock, San could tell you were still thinking too much for his liking.

"San, please calm down, fuck!" You gripped the center console as San thrusted into you from behind you, his hand moving to grip your hair as he fucked you. He went from having you ride him to having you bent over the center console, shirt pushed up with bite marks from him all over your back and shoulders. San chuckled at your words, leaning down to whisper in your ear his hips continued their punishing pace. "Hm, you still know how to speak? Guess we need to keep going till you forget everything other than my name."

You had lost count of how many times he made you cum when you both returned to the base, your legs feeling like jelly as you handed your coworkers the medical equipment. You tried hard to walk normally as you walked back to your quarters, breathing heavily from the hours of intimacy with San.

"Stop worrying about your walk, Y/N. It was fine." You turned to see San now leaning in your room doorway, a smile on his lips as he closed the door an approached you. You crossed your arms as he wrapped his arms around you, placing a kiss to your forehead. You felt your body relax at the feeling, sighing before you pressed your cheek against his chest, letting your body rest against his. San smiled before whispering "here, let me help you shower and then get ready for bed."

You nodded, allowing San to help you get into the shower before he followed. Even though you both were bare under the hot water, it felt calm between you both. You felt your feelings for San begin to bubble in your chest as he helped wash you, humming a random song as he did so. "So, I hear there's a mission for you and the others coming up..." Your words trailed off as he took his time helping you wash your hair, his fingers massaging your scalp carefully. He nodded, looking down at you with a small smile. You looked so relaxed, your eyes closed as he took his time with you. He leaned down to press a small kiss to your lips, enjoying the soft moment with you as his own feelings for you bubbled in his chest. He wanted this feeling to never end: to come home from every mission with you in his arms.

"I don't know when we roll out for the mission, but I will be thinking about you the whole time." San smiled, his hands moving from your hair to cup your cheeks, his thumb moving along your cheeks. He couldn't help but admire you, pressing another kiss to your lips before you laughed softly at the feeling. This was bliss.

"How will I know that you actually mean that, San?" You asked, looking up at him as a small smirk came onto his lips. You then gasped as he picked you up, his arms gripping you tightly as he pressed you against the tile shower wall. He smiled down at your before you felt his cock now pressing back against your entrance. Well, there goes the calm shower.

You now had your hands pressed against the wall, holding you up as San moved from behind, leaning down to kiss your shoulder and stuff his face in your neck. Your moans echoed in the bathroom as you gripped his hair, making him moan loudly at the painful sting. Both of your moans had begun to echo in the room, only adding to the experience. "Fuck, I love you baby. Keep clenching down on me just like that baby, and I'm gonna fill you up and give you my kid."

San completely used your wet pussy, switching between words of praise and being outright filthy, with talks of breeding you and taking you outside to fuck you in front of everyone. San was absolutely gone, his mind fuzzy as he came for the third time that day in your pussy, the feeling making my you cum as well.

Once he cleaned you up again, he carried you back to your bed, laying you down on your sheets before he helped you get ready for bed. You thanked him, allowing him to help you before you both laid down on the bed. He held you as you began to slowly drift off, his lips pressed to your forehead.

When you woke up the next morning, you were alone.

You carefully got ready for the day, still feeling a bit sore from the night's events with San, along with being upset: part of you was upset that he left without telling you, another part was upset that you didn't wake up when he left. You made your way to the cafeteria, knowing that he would be there with the other ATEEZ members as they always ate together. However, when you entered the cafeteria, you noticed that he was nowhere to be seen, nor the other team members. You started walking around the base, looking for any sign of him or the others, sighing when you noticed that he was nowhere. When you arrived at the medic tent, F/N was packing up the various medical equipment, placing it all on the back of one of the Jeeps. With a confused look, you asked her what she was doing.

"We go back home today, remember? There is going to be a new set of medics to treat the ATEEZ team after they come back from their mission." You felt your body run cold at her words, asking if she was serious. There was a chance you weren't going to see San ever again- it was like the universe wanted to punish you. It made you wonder what you did in a past life to have San taken from you like this.

You helped F/N and the others pack silently before you went to pack your own things. You felt your heartstrings being pulled as you moved around your room, memories of last night with San filling your mind. As you finished making your bed, you noticed a glimmer of metal under your pillow, making you tilt your head. As you picked up your pillow, you stopped to see a dog tag with San's name on it, along with a folded note.

Hey, Y/N. You're sleeping so peacefully that I don't want to wake you up, but I have to go. Take my dog tag, so that way I have no choice but to come look for you. Don't forget to grab some Oreos on the way out.

I love you.

Captain San Choi.

~>~

"Doctor Y/N, there is someone requesting you in the lobby."

You sighed before nodding, entering the elevator. You had been so swamped since you had come back, not getting the opportunity to do much of anything. You closed your eyes as the elevator slowly brought you down to the lobby, your fingers playing with San's dog tag that sat in your scrub's' pocket. You hadn't found him yet, but you still had hope that sometime this weekend, you could take time off and do some research on him.

But that would have to wait. The elevator doors are opening.

You opened your eyes as you exited the elevator, making your way to the center desk within the lobby with a small tired smile on your face as you asked the nurse who was here to see you. You secretly hoped it wasn't another patient, wanting nothing more than to deal with the 8 other ones who were already on your roster.

"Doctor Y/N L/N?"

You turned to the voice, not realizing who it was at first. "Yes, that is me-" You stopped as your eyes met the face to the voice, your jaw dropping when you saw him.

San now stood in front of you, a small smile on his lips as he looked at you. Your eyes widened before you approached him with a growing smile. San did the same, his pace matching yours until he was able to wrap his arms around you, picking you up to spin you around. Neither one of you cared about how everyone else was looking at you both, too consumed with each other. You cupped his face before meeting his lips in a soft kiss, both of your smiles coming through the kiss before you both hugged each other tightly.

"How did you find me?" You asked, cupping his face again to ensure that it was really him. "I asked my commander what hospital you reported back to as you forgot something. That something is me." San laughed, holding his hand out to you, holding it out expectantly. You raised an eyebrow before placing his dog tag in his hand, making him shake his head. He then reached to hold your head, slowly intertwining your fingers before he whispered in your ear "you have an office, right? We should talk in there." You smiled at his words, nodding before you haphazardly let the front desk know you were on break. By the tone of his voice you weren't going to be doing much of talking, but, you didn't care. At least you had San back. As you both entered the elevator he moved to immediately stand in front of you, smashing his lips back into yours.

He's all that matters now. The elevator doors are closing.

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[wineauntie]

omggg you could you maybe do little blurbs or headcanons for quinn x single mom reader? for example how sweet of a dad figure quinn would be for evie on valentine’s day and spoiling her rotten? btw love your writing so much!!

HEADCANONS — Quinn Hughes x single mom!reader

based on this one shot

note: Oh, no need to ask twice, I love Quinn x single mom reader with my whole heart. This includes how you guys met, Quinn meeting Evie and all the cute inbetweens!

warnings: a tiny little suggestive content halfway through but nothing major- sex is implied, fem!reader, just tooth rotting fluff for the rest of it.

Quinn knew he loved you from the moment he’d met you.

You and Quinn had a meet-cute. Meaning, he physically ran into you outside a coffee shop, causing all of your coffee to spill down his front.

He remembered cursing in shock only to turn into a flustered mess when you began to apologise and offer him tissues. That drama turned into him asking to buy you another coffee to which you agreed.

You hadn’t known who Quinn was or why some people had stared as he ordered you a coffee (You 100% just assumed it was because he was attractive)

You two talked for just over an hour before you parted ways (his number securely in your pocket as you went).

And the rest is history

You went on a date with him to a restaurant downtown. During this date you brought up the fact you had a daughter and that if that was a problem, then he should leave.

Quinn stayed. To him, it didn’t matter if you had a child.

You’d left the date blushing like a school kid whose crush had admitted to liking them back.

The two of you took it slowly, but around two months into your relationship, when Quinn asked you to be his girlfriend, you knew it was time to introduce him to Evie.

Evie, who was two at the time, had no idea who the man was holding her mom’s hand. She ended up throwing her teddy at him before running straight between your legs to hide.

Quinn had brought Evie pink and purple flowers after being told they were her favourite colours.

Evie had never been given flowers and instantly began to like Quinn.

I can just imagine Quinn crouched down introducing himself and Evie giggling.

“Oh hello, I’m Quinn,”

“Win.”

You’d stifle a laugh at Evie’s attempt to say his name.

“Yeah, Quinn!”

Quinn would be so unphased by Evie being unable to say his name, even when Evie began to call him Winnie, he secretly loved it.

Quinn became a constant in you and Evie’s life. He’d come to see you and Evie almost every day, or at least as much as his schedule would let him.

Evie would be obsessed with him, and Quinn? Oh, he adored being around you and her.

Evie would babble nonsensical words mixed with a few normal words and he’d nod and talk back to her, holding a conversation.

And don’t even think Quinn is above having tea parties with Evie because he is the one who suggests them.

I imagine you running to collect the post from your building's postbox only to come back and hear giggling from the living room.

You would find Quinn sitting cross-legged on the floor with a tiara and a sparkly pink cape opposite Evie in a princess dress and obnoxiously large sunglasses.

You had to take a picture before entering and joining them. That picture was your lock screen for so long.

Quinn more often than not spent the night at your apartment.

You’d given up a few drawers so that he could keep some things in your place.

It was easier to meet in your apartment because all of Evie’s things were there but the times you and Evie went to his apartment? those were like going on holidays for Evie.

Quinn’s apartment was considerably bigger than yours and when he’d begun to date you, he changed one of his two guest rooms into a room for Evie.

So imagine your surprise when you brought Evie over for the first time and found an entire princess-themed room filled with toys just for Evie.

You’d cried and Quinn had nervously scratched his head until you’d hugged him and thanked him for being so kind.

Evie had loved her room and begged you to stay over more.

And so when Quinn had asked you to move in with him a few months later, you’d jumped at the opportunity.

Quinn had surprised you with over fifty bundles of your favourite flowers as a ‘welcome home’ gift.

Your parents offered to watch Evie overnight to allow you and Quinn time to sort out the apartment.

Let’s just say the two of you christened the house…in multiple places…multiple times.

You’d curled up that night beside Quinn that night and had basked in the glow of your new home.

You’d already spent a Valentine’s Day with Quinn but at that stage, he hadn’t met Evie yet.

On Valentine’s morning, Quinn woke up at eight o’clock to make you and Evie a special breakfast— pancakes with a variety of toppings.

He’d gently woken up Evie and carried her into your room, placing her gently beside you. You’d barely stirred as Quinn pressed a loving kiss to your forehead whilst Evie cuddled close to your side.

He returned ten minutes later with breakfast, to which Evie and you had laughed and dragged him down into a one-handed hug.

He had sat down on the end of the bed and ate with the two of you, his eyes gleaming as the two of you enjoyed the food. (He’s an acts of service kind of guy and, hell, moments like those made his heart swell).

After the three of you had gotten ready, Quinn surprised you both with flowers. He was taking you out for dinner that night and in order to lessen Evie’s fear of missing out, he’d bought her a few gifts.

“It’s a bracelet,”

“That’s my name!”

You’d never forget how Evie beamed at the silver as Quinn clasped it onto her little wrist.

“And these are so you can come onto the ice with me,”

Quinn had bought her tiny black skates with pink lining, specifically for teaching Evie to skate as she’d begged him to for so many weeks.

Evie had been so overwhelmed by glee that she’d burst with excitement and lunged toward Quinn for a hug.

Quinn really is the best dad figure for Evie. He cares for her so wholeheartedly and so unwaveringly.

This man is so protective over her and you, it’s ridiculous.

Evie would come home with you from doing an odd shop and tell Quinn all about how some man was talking to you– he’d been flirting and you’d rejected all advances.

“And I throw bag of pasta at him, Winnie!”

“Atta girl! Good job!”

The two of them would high-five before Quinn would grab Evie and jostle her around as she laughed.

Quinn would be so protective over Evie in a way that made your heart so full.

Evie would come skipping home one day claiming that she and Tommy from school were married.

Quinn would immediately spring into dad mode and begin questioning who this boy was, what was his full name, where is he from, what’s his parents’ names, etc.

You would laugh off this protectiveness as Quinn stubbornly pouted at the lack of responses from Evie.

Quinn had gone to every parent-teacher conference with you, every recital or school event and every career day.

In fact, Evie became one of the most popular people in class when they found out that her ‘Q’ was a famous hockey player.

(Evie had begun to reference Quinn as her ‘Q’ since she was able to pronounce them at three. She knew Quinn wasn’t her dad but her 'Q' was basically the same.)

She began calling him dad when she was four and Quinn melted. You were overjoyed that your daughter had someone other than you to trust and love like a parent.

Evie asks Quinn why he always has ‘boring’ colours on his hockey stick, so he always wraps one stripe of pink tape around it in honour of Evie. (Then another stripe the same colour as your eyes just above it.)

When you’d brought Evie to her first hockey game, Quinn had gotten her a custom ‘Winnie, 43’ jersey. He’d also given you a Hughes 43 jersey, which he all but demanded you two wear to your first game.

Quinn had scored two goals that evening and dedicated both goals to his girls up in the box.

You and Evie had cheered so loudly for him and after the game, the three of you had headed home and celebrated with a movie night.

All in all, Quinn loves the little family he found and you guys love him just as much.

As you might be able to tell, I am OBSESSED with father figure! Quinn. I love him too much and would be more than willing to turn this into a series, I can’t lie <333

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[sinsmockingbird]

Hello hello I hope this ask reaches you well because I'm very not well thinking about rich alpha ptn women aka Eirene Chelsea and Cabernet share a lil omega together 🥵🥵

You're a freshly recruited omega who's responsible for working in the MBCC's cafeteria. The job is simple, you stay behind counters to serve the Sinners their meals and wait until they leave to clean the area. The bureau pays you well, enough to make ends meet every months but in your mind, you know you can achieve more than this.

In the first few weeks you do job perfectly, and even make friends with some Sinners. One of them is the famous Cabernet Franc, daughter of one of the riches families in Eastside. Cabernet clearly has an interest in you, her lust keeps growing stronger and stronger but before she can sweep you away, you magically disappear from your job in the cafeteria. When she discovers that you've resigned to work for the Quinn Industry, she knows she has to have a personal talk with the Eirene Quinn.

Chelsea thought she found you first, a naive, innocent and unmated omega who's working hard to earn money in the bureau. Immediately she takes you under her wings, telling you to be her mate and she will provide you an endless amount of money! When you reluctantly refuse, saying that you would rather be financially independent and that the Quinn CEO has already promised you a position in her company, Chelsea is absolutely furious. How dare the woman steal you from her?

On the other hand, Eirene is very pleased that she has the upper hand in keeping you to herself. You come to her cell all by your own, personally asking her about the vacant positions in her company without fears that she may tear your life into threads. Your determination and willingness to have a stable job in her company amused her, but it was your sweet odor of purity attracted her. It didn't take much effort to trick you into working as her "private secrectary", you were just so oblivious to the alpha's hungry stare. Eirene is the woman of conquer, so when she sees something she wants, she will get it. But why do you come into her office, according to her request to give you a brief explanation of work (a lie ofc), with two angry alphas follow quietly behind?

As a result, you are trapped in a same room with 3 intimidating alphas who're trying to kill each other to win over you. You're freaked out at the scene before you, wanting to run away and hide. But before you can take one step away from their gaze Chelsea makes an offer: "Why don't we share this little one?" The other two look at each other in silence, then nod their head in agreement.

The only one who seems to disagree is you, though. Being mated to not one, but three alphas at the same time, how can your body withstand the rough treatment? You try to run again, only to be caught in Cabernet's vines and being tied up in an embarrassing position: legs spread out on the head, hands on your head, immobile. Three pair of eyes stare at your clothed body making you instinctively squirm, their pheromones being spread you cause your heat to overcome your senses, then in a blink of an eye you are begging them to touch you desperately.

Half an hour later you have Chelsea behind your back, thrusting in and out of your ass and playing with your nipples, Eirene on her knees in front pushing her cock into your mouth, and Cabernet hungrily taking your pussy. Although the alphas still hate each other, they all decide that pleasing the omega together is their priority and tone down the hatred. Why would they fight when they have a needy girl to dote on like this? By the time each woman has their full, you've passed out from exhaustion and overstimulation, leaving to clean up the wet mess on the bed, full of their cum. Eirene plugs your pussy up, telling the other two that whoever your first child is can have you to themselves for an entire week.

They never back down from a challenge, so prepare yourself to be absolutely ravaged in the next months...

Oh god, this is so hot. Like I can completely see Cabernet getting pussy drunk off you. She's eating you out, her little Omega, like your a fucking feast, and you are! She would happily eat you out for hours, not caring if you've long passed out, she's just addicted to your taste, and you can't blame her! She'd be fucking/humping her cock into the bed, and she doesn't need any stimulation on her pretty cock, because tasting your cum is enough to get her off.

Chelsea is pathetic when it comes to you, her shared Omega. She can be possessive, wanting to mark you up with her teeth and nails, to try and show claim that your hers- even though she does share you with two other women. She's the one mainly fucking you with her cock, giving you endless creampies, because she doesn't ever want to pull out of your pretty pussy.

Eirene is probably the most dominant out of the three, and she's the one who sees you the most, considering you work with her. Being her private secretary means you're usually under her desk in her office, having her cock shoved down your through, making you suck her off and cockwarm her with your mouth. She also loves fucking you against the wall of windows in her office, making you stare at the bustling street below while she's fucking you rough and fast and staining your soaked pussy with her cum.

@sea-lanterns You'll love this because it has your wife, Cabernet.

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[auras-moonstone]

hi! i love the way you write and was hoping if you had time for this rec :) ethan x reader

it's inspired by 'the summer i turned pretty'

y/n is the bailey's childhood friend, she was very close to ethan and quinn growing up, but when she comes back to newyork, richie is suddenly very interested in her and the shitty brother that he is, he know that ethan had a thing for her.

"You think she's pretty?" richie asked ethan one day.

"Yeah, and you do too," ethan replied already annoyed, trying to brush it off.

"I hadn't noticed, really," richie said, smirking.

"Come on, man. I've noticed you noticing"

richie is the it-boy of the town, always gets what he wants, cocky and arrogant. y/n was the only thing ethan had for himself only.

sorry if its long 😭😭 its mostly angsty id say, y/n is surprised someone like richie likes her but her heart has always been yearning for ethan whom she thinks will never see her that way.

childhood best friends to lovers is one of my favorite tropes so i really had a lot of fun writing this! hope you like it💓🫶🏻

you’re my best friend — ethan landry

word count: 2,465

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: when y/n goes back to new york city she finds out two things—she’s still crushing on ethan and richie took an interest in her.

WHEN Y/N AND HIS FAMILY HAD TO LEAVE NEW YORK FOR LONDON, THE BAILEY’S WERE LEFT HEARTBROKEN, ESPECIALLY QUINN AND ETHAN. Both of their families had been close since forever, so Quinn, Ethan, Y/N and Richie grew up together and the first three developed a really close friendship.

Y/N’s dad got a promotion, so they had to move to England, where Y/N finished high school and started college. Now, though, her dad had been offered to go back to New York if he wanted. And because he missed the city and his friends, he said yes.

The first thing Y/N did when she found out was text her best friends—Quinn and Ethan, with whom she had kept contact with despite the distance. She was excited to see them, and wondered what she would feel when she finally saw Ethan again. She’d like to think she got over her crush, but that’s because they hadn’t seen each other in four years.

And there she was, about to find out. Y/N was standing in front of the Bailey’s house with her parents behind her. The door opened and Y/N’s chest grew tight in anticipation, and then she held a sigh of disappointment when Wayne’s face appeared.

The older man greeted her parents with enthusiasm, and when it was her time to say hello, the man opened his mouth in shock “Oh my! You’ve grown a lot! It’s nice to see you again, Y/N”

“You too, Wayne” she hugged him awkwardly. Y/N wasn’t his biggest fan, she still remember all too well the way he treated Ethan. Always comparing him to Richie, making him feel like garbage.

“Quinn and Richie are in the kitchen” he informed her. She nodded and made her way to said place.

As soon as she set foot on the big kitchen, she was attacked by a hug. “Oh my god! You’re here!” she recognized the voice of Quinn.

“I’m here! I missed you” she broke the hug to take a look at her friend’s new hairstyle “Red is definitely your color, Q. You look so good.”

“And London certainly benefited you, holy shit. You look hot. Give me a chance?” the red-head joked.

“Absolutely” she laughed, hugging her once more. “I can’t believe I’m back”

“Hi, Y/N” Richie finally managed to find his voice. He had been completely entranced by the girl. Quinn was right, she got hot. He had never noticed her, because well, he had always seen her as his sibling’s friend and because she had been 15 when she left. Now, she was 19 and super attractive.

“Oh, sorry. Hi, Richie. Nice to see you again” she gave him a little wave. Y/N wasn’t sure she liked the way Richie was shamelessly checking her out. “Where is Eth?” she tried not to sound so excited.

“Oh, he’s in his room, as always. Drowning himself in text books and having no social life whatsoever” Richie rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“He doesn’t know you’re coming today, so go surprise him” Quinn said, eyeing the way Y/N’s knuckles turned white. She had always hated when people talked badly about Ethan, and apparently, it didn’t change.

Y/N walked up the stairs, anguish filling her stomach and her heart beating so fast it made her cheeks turn red. She stood in front of the door, trying to gain the courage to knock. There was just one door separating her from Ethan, the guy who had been her first crush ever. Her best friend in the entire world.

“Come in” she heard, and almost fainted. Not because she was seconds away from seeing his face after four years, but because she noticed the change in his voice. It was deeper, raspier and… hot.

Y/N took a deep breath and opened the door. There he was, lying on his bed, headphones flattening his perfect curly hair and book open on his lap.

His round brown eyes found hers, and he jumped off the bed so fast he got dizzy. Y/N laughed and ran into his arms, that were instantly wrapped around her lower back to pull her up and against his chest. Her legs locked around his waist.

“Please tell me you’re real and I’m not making you up” Ethan said, face between her neck and shoulder blades.

“I’m real” she laughed. “And I’m back to stay. Holy shit, you got so fucking tall”

“And you have not grown and inch” he joked, letting her feet touch the ground again.

“Mean” Y/N punched his arm playfully. “Where is your Justin Bieber haircut?!”

“That was a phase I don’t want to remember” he shook his head. “What, you don’t like my curls?”

“No… I love them. You have amazing hair” Y/N complimented.

Ethan blushed, and took his time to let his eyes take in her face. Her factions were more defined, her lips were fuller, eyes a little darker but still very bright, and smile as warm as ever. She had grown a bit, but she was still short compared to him, her head barely reached his shoulders. She looked even prettier than before, and Ethan couldn’t believe he would be able to see her everyday.

The tall boy had also changed a lot, and Y/N needed to figure out how to stop looking at him before she weirded him out. His jawline was sharp as a diamond, his cheekbones more defined, and surprisingly, he had muscles. Enthralling, captivating muscles. He was pretty, adorable and hot at the same time and Y/N’s doubts faded away—her crush on him was still very much intact.

“You look stunning, Y/N/N. I missed you” he said in a low voice. They were so close, his arms still around her, and the moment felt intimate and cozy. It was at that moment Y/N realized how much she had missed her home.

“I missed you too” she smiled, happiness was radiating off her. Y/N was so happy she could cry. “Can I hug you again?”

“You don’t have to ask. You know I love your hugs, and I missed them. So, you’ll have to hug me a lot to make up for the lost time” Ethan answered, chest almost exploding for the amount of adoration he felt for her.

None of them knew for how long they stayed in each others arms, if it had been just minutes or hours, but they did know that either way, it hadn’t been enough. They could’ve stayed like that forever.

SAYING THAT Y/N CAUGHT THE ATTENTION OF EVERY BLACKMORE STUDENTS WOULD BE GOING A LITTLE TOO FAR, but she certainly had the attention of the people she had classes with. Not only because of her looks, but also because she entered in the middle of the semester, which was extremely unusual. Y/N hated the twenty pairs of eyes on her, but she was thankful she at least had Ethan by her side.

The nerdy boy felt a little uneased by the reaction Y/N caused. She had always been someone only Ethan used to notice—thought he never understood why, because she was the most amazing girl in the world—, and the thought of that changing made him panic. Because there were so many guys who were better than him, and now that she had options, Ethan knew Y/N would never choose him.

“How is your first day going?” to her surprise, Richie asked.

“Um, good?” she said, unsure. It was weird, Richie and her had never been friends. He had never cared about her well-being, what was his deal now? She didn’t know.

But Ethan did, he could see it in his brother’s eyes. Richie was interested in Y/N and it made his blood boil. He knew Ethan had feelings for her, but of course he didn’t care.

“Great. If you need anything, feel free to tell me” he said, winking at her before leaving.

“That’s the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me. Is he okay? Did he fell from the stairs and hit his head or something?” Y/N asked Ethan.

The brunet laughed “He kind of became the ‘it’ boy of college, which fed his ego and makes him brave enough to flirt with every hot girl that crosses his path. You’re his next target.”

Richie had always been popular amongst girls—he was attractive, had that attitude girls found hot, and was sometimes funny—and exactly the type who would never look at Y/N’s way, or so she thought.

She couldn’t imagine herself with him, not only because ‘it’ boys weren’t her kind of boys, but also because her heart yearned for Ethan. Even when she knew he would never look at her as more than a friend.

“Well, time to damage it boy’s ego” Y/N said.

Ethan looked at her surprised “You are not into him?”

“Ethan, what the actual fuck? No!“ she laughed in shock. Wasn’t it painfully obvious that she had a crush on him and not Richie? Guess not. Or maybe Ethan was way too oblivious.

“Okay” wasn’t she imagine it or did she actually hear relief in his voice?

ETHAN AND RICHIE SAT ON THE BEACH CHAIRS NEXT TO THEIR POOL, THEIR EYES ON THE VOLEY MATCH HAPPENING IN FRONT OF THEM. It was Quinn and Y/N vs. Tara and Mindy, and Ethan’s eyes were specifically focused on Y/N’s figure. Richie couldn’t pass the opportunity to tease him.

"You think she's pretty?" Richie asked him, sarcasm present in his voice.

"Yeah, and you do too," his brother replied, already annoyed, trying to brush it off.

"I hadn't noticed, really," Richie said, smirking. He enjoyed seeing his brother angry so much, and he knew Y/N was his weak point.

"Come on, man. I've noticed you noticing. And she did too” Ethan said, frowning.

“She does? Maybe I should ask her out, then.” Richie said, hoping this would make Ethan fume.

However, the nerdy boy gave him a smile. “Do it.” he tried to suppress a smirk at his brother’s confused reaction.

“Hey, enjoyed the game?” Y/N asked. They had been so sumerged in their conversation they hadn’t noticed the match ended.

Ethan flashed her his sweet pretty smile, which she mirrored “You’re good, Y/N/N.”

“Thanks, Eth” if her cheeks hadn’t been already red from the heat and the exercise, Ethan would’ve noticed the effect his words had on her.

“Do you want water, gorgeous?” Richie asked, with a sly grin. Ethan clenched his jaw and Y/N tried not to make a disgusted face.

“Yes, but I’ll go get it” Y/N said walking to the kitchen before Richie could beat her. Ethan followed her, feeling Richie’s eyes on the back of his head. “Does he not get the hint? I have given no signs that I like him”

“I should probably warn you, he’s going to ask you out” Ethan told her, leaning against the counter and she poured water in a glass.

“Oh god, you know what? It’s fine, I’m just going to tell him he’s not the one I’m interested in” Y/N said.

Ethan stiffened “What do you mean by that? You’re interested in someone?” his chest contracted.

Y/N then realized what she had said. “Oh… well, yeah.”

The boy nodded, trying not to show how much it hurt “Are they from London?”

Y/N shook her head “No, he is from here.” she admitted.

“Oh… you met him at college?” he asked. Why was he asking? He was a fucking masochist.

“No… but he goes to our college”

“So that means you met him before you moved to London” Ethan deduced.

Y/N nodded “Waay before I moved. I have known him my whole life” she said. He’s got to figure it out now.

“I have no fricking idea” Ethan laughed. “I don’t remember you hanging out with someone who wasn’t Quinn or me.”

“Ethan are you serious?” Y/N groaned. Guess he really was oblivious. Ethan looked at her, very lost. “I’m talking about you, you idiot. Honestly, for someone that smart you can really be dumb sometimes.”

“Me? You like me?” Ethan pointed at himself in disbelief.

“I have liked you since we were fourteen, Eth. Never stopped liking you” Y/N smiled nervously. What was going to happen next? Rejection or reciprocation?

“Are you sure?” he asked in a low tone.

Y/N let out a giggle “Yes, Ethan, pretty sure I know my emotions. Do you know yours?”

“I win” Ethan said, making her frown, not understanding what he meant. “I have liked you since we were thirteen. So I won.”

The girl rolled her eyes, smile painted on her face as she walked closer to him and hugged him. “Well, guess the loser is the one who has to ask the question” Ethan raised his eyebrows in amusement, liking were this conversation was going. “Ethan, would you like to be my boyfriend?”

“I would love to be your boyfriend, Y/N” he replied. Y/N could feel his heartbeats through his shirt as his arms were wrapped around her lower back. “Can I kiss you, girlfriend?”

“Yes, you can, boyfriend” she closed her arms around his neck and brought him down to meet her lips. Mint got mixed with cherry, and their soft lips danced with each other in one perfect and very awaited kiss.

The slow and calm kiss turned into a rougher and wilder one. His hands went under her white tank top as hers messed with his soft curls. Ethan turned them around, so that she was now pressed against the counter. But soon, he lifted her up and set her on it. She opened her legs so he could step between them and deepened the kiss.

“You’re my best friend” Y/N whispered breathlessly against his lips.

Ethan smiled “You’re my best friend, too. I love you”

“I love you” she said back, before kissing him once again.

Quinn, Richie, Tara and Mindy entered the kitchen and stood still at the scene happening in front of them. The two teenagers were so engrossed in their lustful kiss that they didn’t notice them until Quinn yelled “Not in the counter, we use it to cook!”

“Kids nowadays have zero respect” Mindy shook her head.

“This is a family house!” Tara exclaimed. Richie just stood there completely dumbfounded, which made Ethan feel even more victorious.

“Oh, we have been waiting this for years, leave us alone” Y/N rolled her eyes, but got off the counter anyways. Ethan draped his arm around her shoulders and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“They’re cute, you have to give them that” Tara said to Quinn.

“Are you two official?” Quinn asked, now unable to hide her smile.

“Yes” they said in unison, smiling to each other.

#ethan landry #ethanlandry #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry fic #ethan landry oneshot #ethan landry x you #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x reader #jack champion oneshot #jack champion #jackchampion #jack champion x reader #jack champion x y/n #jack champion imagine #jack champion fluff #jack champion fanfic

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𝙍𝙀𝘿 | 𝙇𝙤𝙫���� 𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙣 | 𝘍𝘌𝘔 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙

✧ warnings: mentions of gore/violence, cheating, she's batshit crazy, mostly comfort, mentions of sexual situations. This is my first writing since like... 7th grade, be patient w me loves </33

✧ summary: Love Quinn notices a particular pretty lady coming to her café every other day, always getting the same thing, and she finds herself getting attached, and before she knows it, your girlfriends blood is on her hands. (this is part 1 of my "Colors" collection. None of them are necessarily connected, but if you want to read in order, this would be the first!)

The Fresh Tart café had been doing exceptionally well recently, and the owner would like to say that its success was all thanks to a certain customer, you...

Love found herself staring into her glass containers, which held her freshly baked pastries, and she didn't know how long she was standing there, staring, thinking. Thinking of her favorite customer, who she recently learned only lived across the street and a few houses down from her. She memorized the girls house number. Not on purpose, of course.

Every night, Love would fall asleep, her mind racing with images of you. Your beautiful, soft hair. Your warm, welcoming eyes, how soft your skin was when she handed you a croissant, your cute, dainty dresses you wore everyday, and that red, carnelian necklace you wore every single day.

The only thing that brought the baker out of her daydream was the sound of the bells above the door ringing. A woman that Love didn't recognize had entered. The woman was dressed nicely, and looked to be respectful. Love offered her a warm, welcoming smile as she walked towards the counter.

"Hello! Thank you for coming today. What would you like?" Love would ask as she leaned over the countertop ever so slightly, trying to get a better image of this woman. It wasn't long before she noticed her bracelet. It was gold, with a matching carnelian stone on it. Probably a coincidence, right? I mean, lots of people were into crystals recently.

"Hey. You're the famous Love that my girlfriend is always talking about, huh? Just get me her usual, she's home sick today." She woman would say with a little bit of a smile, yet her voice seemed... mocking, threatening. It took Love a moment or two before she put together the sentence. You had a girlfriend. And you didn't tell her? Why would you keep that from her? You told her everything. Love would eventually clear her throat, and plaster a fake smile onto her face as she realized her expression had dropped into what was possibly a menacing glare.

"I suppose I am." Love would say with a small, obviously fake chuckle. She would lean down, picking up a paper bag, her movements had become stiff, her expression flat. She would open up the glass containers, and would pick up a chocolate croissant, along with your favorite muffin, and a fruit cup. You usually ordered one or two of those options, so Love made sure to include all of them. She would lick her lips as she sealed the treats into the bag, before she sharply inhaled as an image ran into her mind. Your girlfriend, coming home to you on the couch, probably all cuddled up in your blankets. She would hug you as she handed you the pastries... Love didn't like that image. She wanted to be the one giving you treats. She wanted to be the one to hug you, she wanted to be the one that came home to you.

"Everything alright? You've been staring at those... lemon cupcakes for a little bit now..." Your girlfriend would snicker. The baker would purse her lips as she would snap herself out of her thoughts, as she walked towards your snarky girlfriend, and would hold her hand out with the bag.

You came into the café the next morning, looking like an absolute wreck. Your hair was messy, your makeup was messily applied, not that you needed it anyways, and you were wearing a large sweater and jean shorts instead of your usual flowing sundresses. Love knew why this was.

"My girlfriend didn't come home last night, and she hasn't been answering her phone.. I'm really worried.." You would say. You were sat at one of the café tables, sipping at perfectly made coffee, looking down at your half-eaten croissant.

"Hey, maybe she's planning something. Your birthday is soon, right? Maybe she was out late organizing things to surprise you." Love would say as she would place some freshly baked cupcakes on her tabletop, before leaning down and picking up her frosting piping bags.

"I never told you my birthday." You would say, pausing briefly before looking at Love, whose back was facing you currently. She seemed to have almost frozen mid-icing a cupcake.

"I've always been good at guessing these things, you know." Love would nervously chuckle, looking back at you with a reassuring smile, before cursing herself under her breath. Maybe the social media stalking was a step too far. An awkward moment of silence had passed, before sounds of sniffling would fill the small café. The baker would instantly turn to face you, seeing your face buried in your sleeved hands, your back shaking. You were crying.

Love would instantly put down her bag, and would practically dash over to you. She would place a hand on your back, before crouching down next to you. Your perfume seeped into her senses, you still smelled amazing, even if you quite frankly looked like a mess. Love didn't mind though.

"Im sorry-" You would choke out between sobs. "She's.. she's just never done this before." You would sniffle, lifting your head up. "And we've been having some issues recently. Maybe.... maybe she just, left?" You would weakly say, before looking over at Love, your teary, glossy eyes making contact with her sympathetic, inviting ones.

"She would be an idiot to leave a girl like you, y/n. Anyone would be beyond lucky to have you." Love would say in her low, comforting voice, that she had previously only reserved for Forty. She would reluctantly reach up to your face, and her thumb would gently kiss the tears on your soft cheeks. You leaned into her touch, a small blush obviously creeping onto your cheeks.

Love would wrap both arms around you, embracing you warmly as she'd breath softly onto your shoulder, a small smile creeping onto her face as you leaned against her chest.

Red was the color of the silky underwear you had worn that night. The underwear that was torn off of you the second you were thrown onto Love's bed.

Red was the color of her lipstick, the lipstick that had stained every inch of your neck, your neck that was covered in love bites and bruises.

Red was the color of your thighs when Love was done with you. Your soft skin, marked with her handprints everywhere.

Red was the color of your carnelian necklace. The necklace that was the only thing you wore that night. It shone in the dim candlelight of Love's room, it brought out your eyes.

Red was the color of your girlfriends blood, as it was splattered all across the café. The blood that colored Love's blade. It took awhile to clean.

Red was the color of your engagement ring. the ring that bonded you and Love together for your lives. The ring that promised you two would be together forever. Love had won.

#love quinn #love quinn x female reader #love quinn x you #love quinn goldberg #love quinn x reader #gay girls #lesbian #you fanfiction #you #you netflix #you fanfic

[midnightsun-if]

Hello!! Okay so ROs reaction to MC being asked out in front of them..? (crushing stage vs. relationship stage)

Crushing Stage

Koda: "What did that person want, Anon?" His eyes trail after the receding figure, the smallest of furrows to his brow. However, his expression easily slips into a fond smile when he turns back to you. "Did you have a nice chat? Did they need help with an assignment?"

When you shake your head, and tell him what had occurred, a rush of emotions tears through him, but he shakes them off. You were here with him after all, right? He had no reason to worry. Being at your side is more than enough for him.

Scarlett: Emerald eyes flash in the darkness, keen ears easily picking up inane chatter from drunk imbeciles, but she steadies herself to find one in particular. Perfect white teeth, and sharpened fangs on full display, make an appearance when crimson-painted lips pull back in a sneer. Moving through the party is easy, slipping through messily dancing bodies and swatches of too-strong perfume, Scarlett finds her target-- a familiar figure, one she'd recognize anywhere, now accompanied by another.

With ease, Scarlett settles by your side, noting, with some measure of glee, that the individual who had dared try to ask you out had stiffened in response to her presence. Good, her mind purrs. Maybe this will teach you a valuable lesson. Her instincts scream at her to growl, to make her claim, but she simply turns to you, with an unimpressed arch of her brow. "This is the company you keep, Anon? I thought I could expect more from you."

Cyrus/Cyra: The question, such a simple one in the grand scheme of things, whirls around in their mind: Will you go out with me? It shouldn't affect them the way that it did, especially not when you had stuttered out a brief, yet polite, no, but it did. A vice grip had surrounded their heart when the question had been poised, when your answer still hung in the silence after, and they didn't know what to do about it. Didn't know how they could explain it.

All they do know, is that, for the moment at least, you were here with them. And that the peace you brought them with such a simple action did more than you could ever possibly realize.

Quinn: Crossing their arms over their chest, Quinn is almost impressed by the bravado in which the person asked you out-- the key word being almost. They could feel their wolf rise to the newest challenger posed to them, but it's a reaction that's quickly stamped down. Anon isn't ours to claim. Their wolf thrashes in their chest at that, wholeheartedly disagreeing. Settle.

Quinn isn't sure if the command had worked, or if their wolf had simply quieted down due to you turning back to look at them-- the person who had asked you out completely forgotten. They know it's something they'll have to bring up with you, the bond their wolf has formed, but for now, in the face of your smile, they decide to simply live in the moment.

Caden: They've never wanted to be more invisible than they do right now-- wanting nothing more than to slip into the shadows and vanish. But, they couldn't leave you, no matter how much they may want to, and that's not something that'll ever change. However, when you turn back to them with a scoff, and a playful roll of your eyes, one that they had come to recognize as being a look solely meant for them, something settles within their chest once more.

Their hold on the mortal plain becomes stronger, more iron-clad in intensity, as they offer you a shy smile in return. It may hurt at times to see you get attention from others, especially when they slip under the radar, but knowing you'll always turn back to see them? That makes up for everything.

Sloane: "What did that asshole want?" They grunt, placing down the drinks you had requested they get-- trying to ignore the fact that they had heard the conversation that had just occurred perfectly. Stamping down the familiar flames of anger that lick at their heart, that wish to burn across their tongue and scorch the culprits that had caused it. It's not Anon's fault, fur-bag, they think. Who wouldn't want to ask them out? It's not their fault that you're too chickenshit to do anything about your feelings.

"Nothing of any substance." You take a sip of your drink. "Asked me out. Said no. That's all really."

Something settles within their chest then, Sloane and their wolf coming together in a way they hadn't in years, at the knowledge that you were still within grasp-- they just had to finally be brave enough to hold on.

Blake: A subtle frown furrows their brow at the scene unraveling in front of them, violet eyes flashing with varying emotions before they settle on amusement-- even if it's completely fake. Without putting much stock into the action, Blake shifts over to wrap an arm around your shoulders, body pressed firmly against your side. Their eyes don't shift from the other person's, although a softer emotion wells up within their chest when you lean into their touch, as they dare them to continue forward with their plan.

Blake may not be ready for a relationship yet, but that doesn't mean they want anyone coming in to fuck up their momentum.

Reginald/Regina: Unfamiliar pangs of varying emotions erupt in their chest at the conversation happening right in front of them, hands ball into fists on their lap. They don't know why it bothers them so much. Is it because the person asking you out is supernatural and I'm human? No. Despite what many might think, R doesn't think of their humanity as a hindrance or a curse. No, they muse, observing you and the smile on your lips. It's because I can see that person making them happy. Making them feel precisely how I wish to make them feel... The only difference is that I know I can do it better.

They don't say any of that, however. Don't feel the need as you quickly end the conversation and turn back to them, smile still in place, and R, just for a moment, believes that it's entirely because of them.

Relationship Stage

Koda: Without thought he wraps a strong arm around your shoulders, tugging you into his side. Whiskey brown eyes flash in warning, a deep rumble echoing from his chest. "Taken." It's all that needed to be said-- there was no arguing in the face of a protective shifter.

Scarlett: A chilling fire suffuses itself within her gaze, causing vibrant green to appear that much more luminescent. "Did you truly just ask out my beloved in front of me?" Fangs bared, Scarlett tugs you closer to her side, she envisions all the ways she could tear the person down. But, at the soft hand on her thigh, coupled with the tender kiss you place on her neck, she lets some of her growls die down, your message as clear as if you had spoken. "You're in luck. My heart has decided that you don't deserve what's coming to you for being so foolish." She waves her hands towards the exit. "So go, but make no mistake in thinking that if you ever come near us again that I'll be as forgiving."

Cyrus/Cyra: The gold vanishes from their eyes instantly, blood red taking its place. They could feel the heat growing in their palms, their beast thrashing against its proverbial cage to be let loose, but they reign it in-- they don't wish to accidentally harm you. "Leave," they snarl, voice dropped to a menacing whisper. "Or else I will show you personally what it means to make an enemy of a phoenix."

Quinn: "Dude," they say, completely unimpressed. Their arm, still slung over your shoulder, tightens imperceptibly. "I know you can clearly see that Anon is taken. Why the hell do you want to stir up trouble?" Their wolf burns to make its presence known, but Quinn holds out for now-- if silence doesn't work, nor the glare, then they'll let their inner animal out. Anything if it meant protecting you.

Caden: Ice runs through their veins, silver eyes flashing menacingly but they don't say anything-- there wasn't a need to. Not when they could see the fear of the unknown already sparked into life within the other person's eyes. And if you were simply going to ignore them? Then so would they. If needed, they'll handle the situation later.

Sloane: A threatening growl tears through their chest, eyes flashing in warning. Pressing closer into your side, snarl still in place, Sloane is soothed by your familiar scent, by the presence that always brings them a wave of peace. It's the perfect soothing balm for their aching soul, and it's not something they'll ever want to go without. Even if it means they have to fight jackasses.

Blake: Running a hand down your arm, Blake pulls you closer to their body, angled in such a way that your gaze would only be able to see them. Nimble fingers tangle into the fine strands of your hair, tugging hard enough to maintain your attention, but soft enough so it doesn't hurt, they press a fleeting kiss to your lips. Revealing in the fact that your attention was on them, and only them, not anyone else. "Want to get out of here, angel?"

Reginald/Regina: "Do you even know them?" They cross their arms over their chest. "Yeah, they're a pretty face, but they're so much more than that. Do you know their favorite color? Hobbies? What they like to eat for snacks? The fact that they already have a partner that does?"

#midnight sun #asks #ro: blake herrera #ro: koda kingston #ro: r presley #ro: caden randall #ro: quinn grant #ro: sloane addams #ro: c aurelia #ro: scarlett voltaire #scenario asks

[nickgoesinsane]

Love finally musters up the courage to come up to you during a hot summer day. You’re walking three dogs today, two Australian Shepherds and a Golden Retriever. She opens the door and calls out your name as you walk by, and her breath catches in her throat at the sight of you standing in the sunlight. Your skin is glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, and yet, the smell of your cologne still lingers.

“Hi,” Love greets you with a smile, feeling her cheeks grow warm as a drop of sweat slides down your collarbones to soak into your loose top. She tries not to stare at the shape of your pectorals or the way your pants hug your thighs.

“Hello.” You say, giving her another of your charming smiles. You make a gesture with your hands, and the dogs settle at your feet, panting happily. “Love Quinn-Goldberg, right?”

Something warm and giddy blooms in her chest at the sound of her name coming from your lips, and Love nods, “Yeah, that’s me.” She replies with a small chuckle. “I thought you looked a little warm and wanted to offer some iced tea? It’s lemon.” She adds, presenting the cold glass to you, lovingly cut lemon slices floating between the ice.

“Oh, thank you so much. My water ran out like half a mile back.” You say thankfully, switching the leashes to one of your hands, and accept the beverage. Your hand makes the glass cup look dainty.

“It’s no trouble, really…” Love’s voice trails off, her lips parting as she watches you drink. Your Adam’s apple bobs as you swallow, the condensation on the glass slipping down the column of your throat. Her thighs press together in an attempt to ignore the wetness dripping onto her underwear, her clit seemingly throbbing in time with her heartbeat.

Once you’re gone, jogging down the street to deliver the dogs to their respective homes, Love is frantically pushing her jeans and underwear down her legs in the bathroom downstairs. She sets the cup on the sink and keeps her eyes trained on it as she slips her fingers between her thighs. Her fingers grow wet the moment they make contact with the swollen lips of her cunt, and the air leaves her lungs in the form of a sharp moan.

She hastily turns on the faucet to down out her noises as she fucks her fingers into her pussy, grinding the heel of her palm onto her clit. Soft squelching noises are drowned out by the sound of running water, and Love’s mind races. Your fingers would feel so good, thicker and longer than hers. Stretching her open, drawing circles onto her clit with the pad of your thumb while you tell her how wet she is. Love covers her mouth with her free hand, tears springing to her eyes from the sheer effort of keeping her voice down—

Not knowing her husband is doing something very similar in the bathroom upstairs, only with a small, sweat dampened towel.

#‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ nick writes ! #this is ROTTING my brain #you brainrot #dom reader #top reader #sub character #sub love quinn #love quinn x reader #sub joe goldberg #joe goldberg x reader #joe goldberg x reader x love quinn #n/sfw #n/s/f/w

[cinnaamon]

i did something bad ;

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings: smau, nogf!au, mentions of y/n and ethan doing the 🍆😽 (THEY DIDN'T BTW!!), slight swearing, angst if you squint, the name matt (to be sure), lowercase intended, rushed ending & bad writing💀

synopsis: there's another party being hosted, and this time, y/n and ethan goes along. the girl ditches her friend for a stranger, and ethan gets angry with her.

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— Y/N'S POV

— THIRD POV

when y/n and ethan had both woken up, ethan had given her a toothbrush to use. he asked his sister, quinn, if she could lend y/n some clothes.

now, ethan was taking the both of them to the café the girls had met at yesterday. the whole drive was silent, both of them thinking about last night. then, they arrived to their destination and pulled over in front of the group, who was standing outside with coffees in their hands.

"hey, y/n and ethan!" anika exclaims as she first climbs in.

"hello!" mindy gets in after the, oddly enough, excited girl.

"hi,'' sam states while handing y/n her coffee.

"thank you!"

"good morning, y/n and ethan," tara greets.

suddenly, chad enters. this brings y/n a bit of confusion, and she looks towards ethan. chad hands ethan his coffee, as sam did with y/n.

"he had to come because landry gives him a ride every morning," mindy mumbles.

y/n nods and shifts in her seat so that she was now facing forward. ethan begins to drive to blackmore, sipping on his coffee.

"i'm surprised you guys don't look hungover as shit right now." y/n laughed.

"we had to lay off on the alcohol because of school," sam speaks up.

"that reminds me, i hope you two finished your assignments because i'm hosting another party at mindy and i's house tonight at 7!" chad announces.

this causes groans to break out throughout the car, all from the ones that went to last night's celebration. y/n turns to look at ethan to see what he says about it.

"uh, well, we did finish our projects. so, i'm down." ethan nods to confirm his sentence.

this makes y/n say she was going to go too. she wouldn't have said yes if the curly-haired boy didn't say anything. only because she knew ethan didn't like to drink, so she could trust him if she did end up getting drunk.

"well, if my girlfriend's going, i'm going too!" tara responds.

"i'll go with my sister!" sam exclaims. this causes tara to roll her eyes.

"why not," anika shrugs.

mindy nods her head as her response, i mean, it was her house as well. chad wraps one of his arms around tara's shoulders, which makes her blush. sam glares between the two, being the protective sister she is.

when they arrive to their university, ethan parks on campus and they all grab their stuff before they all go their separate ways.

— TIME SKIP TO AFTER SCHOOL

the group met at their original spot and ethan offered to take them home. albeit mindy didn't want to, she also didn't want her girlfriend in a car with ethan landry without her there to make sure he didn't do anything.

"drop me off with tara and sam, we're all getting ready with each other," y/n discloses.

the brunette boy nods to clarify that he understood. anika, chad, and mindy all got dropped off together first. sometime later, the last three girls reach the sisters' home. they all thank ethan and enter the building.

after getting comfortable and situated, they begin to get ready for chad's party. they all took turns blasting music on the speaker, little dance breaks interfering with their time to get ready.

as the clock reads 6:37, they eventually are done. they get into sam's car after taking thousands of pictures of their outfits. they all drive to mindy and chad's house.

when they arrive, they see bright, neon lights beaming out of the windows. they struggle to find parking at first, but eventually find an empty area. sam parks the car and they all get out, walking to the frat-filled building.

they enter, looking around at everyone. there was so many different people doing such different things. there were couples making out, grinding onto one another, and fighting. there were introverts, extroverts, and ambiverts scattered among all the people.

"ahh, you guys made it!"

the three girls look to their right and see chad making his way over to them. he had a red, plastic cup in his hand filled with who knows what. he had his arms open in a greeting way.

"we said we'd be here, didn't we?" sam retorts.

"well, someone's got her panties in a twist!" chad laughs, earning an eye roll from the said girl.

"whatever, i'm going to go get a drink. have fun, kids, be safe!" y/n waves while walking to the kitchen.

she fights through the bunch of teenagers, a scowl evident on her face. when she reaches the counter covered in cups and bottles, she smiles.

y/n grabs a red cup, similar to the one chad had. she scans her options before deciding on fireball cinnamon whiskey. she pours it into her cup and scrambles through the crowd to try and find her friend again.

that's when she spots a familiar curly-haired brunette looking lost and confused. she grins and calls out his name. his head snaps to her and he grins, walking towards her.

"finally! i've been looking for someone i knew," ethan exclaims.

the girl laughs and nods. the two stand there, talking to one another about some random subject. a few of their other friends making their way over to join their conversation.

"i'm going to refill my cup!" y/n announces.

she had no clue how long they had been talking for, but it had to have been enough for her to drink her whole cup. considering how strong the fireball was, she was already feeling slightly tipsy.

she stumbled her way back to the kitchen to fill her cup again. she filled it back up to her liking and turned around to make her way back to where her friends were waiting for her, just to be met with a chest.

the sudden impact causes y/n to lose her balance. she spills her newly poured liquid all over herself, gasping at the feeling of something cold running down her chest.

"shit—i'm so sorry!" the mysterious boy says loudly.

he looks around for a paper towel, only seeing a used one. he reaches for a regular towel and leans down to try and clean up the wet spot on her top.

"it's all good," she mumbles, although it obviously wasn't.

the boy looks up, making eye contact with the girl. as her eyes meet his dark brown ones, she feels her face starting to slightly heat up. not because she was flustered or anything, but because she was embarrassed. he didn't think that though and chuckled.

"i'm matt, what's your name?" he asks, trying to flirt. it wasn't working at all

"nice to meet you, matt, i'm y/n!" she introduced.

matt leans back up and throws the towel back where he got it from.

"again, i'm really sorry! i shouldn't have stood so close behind you," he shakes his head.

"it's okay!" she laughs it off.

there's a pause in the small conversation. matt looks at y/n with furrowed eyebrows, as if he was trying to figure out something about her.

"do you go to blackmore?" he suddenly asks.

"i mean..yeah? how else would've i known about this party?"

"yeah, you're right," he chuckles. "you just look familiar."

"you could be mistaken me for somebody else," she states.

"well, i've never seen anyone as beautiful as you before, so it couldn't be that."

the sentence takes y/n aback and her eyes slightly widen. she feels her face heat up again, not from embarrassment this time.

"thank you," she mutters.

the two continue to talk, getting to know each other more, not knowing there was a boy watching them both with a clenched jaw. soon, y/n remembers about ethan and she feels terrible for forgetting about him.

"uhm, it was lovely getting to know you, matt, but i have a friend waiting for me. so, I better get going," she explains.

she waves to him while leaving the kitchen and as she turns the corner to head back to where she was with ethan, she bumps into yet, another person. this time though, her drink doesn't spill, and she knows who it is.

"oh, ethan! i was just—"

y/n gets cut off by him.

"save it," he states bluntly.

this confuses the girl and her eyes narrow. ethan turns around and walks away from her, leaving her stunned for a few minutes. when she recovers, she trails behind him.

"what's up your ass?" she asks, trying to lighten the tension growing.

ethan ignores her and makes his way to the front door. still perplexed, she follows her friend out into the cool air.

"hey, just tell me what's wrong?" y/n calls.

"what's wrong is you forgot about me while talking to some random boy!"

this leads to y/n scoffing and stopping in her tracks. she stands there on a lawn of a random house, puzzled about the situation.

"that's what this is about?" she demands to know.

ethan continues walking, making his way to his car. y/n curses under her breath and debates on if she should chase after him or not.

she brings her hands up to grip at the roots of her hair in anger. she turns back to the house and pulls her phone out from hearing is vibrate.

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[lovejosephquinn]

You meet Joe at a bar. He’s there by himself following a convention. He’s in a poor disguise but he just couldn’t stand being stuck in the hotel room anymore. You recognize him but approach him as if you don’t know who he is (to not draw attention to him). You offer to buy him a drink because he looks so lonely.

You’ve had a few drink yourself and you start to dance on him. His hands start to roam and you drag him to the bathroom. You squat down and start to suck his cock. Before things go too far, he lifts you by your chin and kisses you deep.

He asks if you want to go back to his room. And you do.

After you are done (smut is up to you), you are laying there and he starts to explain who he is. Then you admit that you knew but you didn’t want to make it a big deal.

OK I'LL DO IT 🥴👀 PREPARE YOURSELF.

Word Count: 4.5k (Definitely my longest Joe x Reader imagine!)

Under 18's DNI.

You're almost too proud to admit to yourself how many times you looked over to the smallest corner of the bar, watching the man in question sip on his drink, one hand on his cheek leaning his elbow down to the countertop whilst scrolling through his phone. That man being one of the most talked about actor's in the industry at this moment in time, Joseph Quinn.

You and your friend were just on the verge of leaving when you eyed back to the corner he was positioned in and then instantaneously made the decision to make up telling her that you were going to stay a little longer because one of your friends she didn't know very well were meeting you at the pub, stating you'd forgot to mention. You knew you had no intentions of keeping this short and sweet but to simply even just say hello to him would be amazing and if it didn't work you'd just leave. The string of white and possibly innocent lies fell from your lips had you now about to be able to do just what you wanted, you shared a hug, said your goodbye's and she left. You flicked your hair in a matter of self confidence and wandered through the small crowd's of people flooded around.

Maybe it was the liquid courage that had given you the confidence, which then had you edging towards the side where Joe was stood, slamming your bag down on the table and sitting on the stool, at least only a metre away and one stool away to see if he'd notice. Surely enough, it worked, Joe hovered his gaze up at you at the sudden noise, double taking until he was well and truly scanning your features, you felt his eyes burning through your peripheral vision as you took out your card from your bag; waiting to be served for a drink.

You thought you were imagining things when a hand reached for your forearm, clenching his fingers around it, Joe held onto you with a concerned look on his face. "I hope you don't mind me prying, but are you alright love?"

You shot a look straight to him, throwing him an overly flashy smile, scrunching your nose up and nodding. "Yeah I'm okay."

"You just seemed a little, erm what's the right terminology to use here... pissed off?" Joe tilted his head to the side, his doe eyes still set on you, you even noticed the way they flitted down, was he checking you out?

You change the subject quickly, avoiding the lies you were already pulling off. "You here alone?" you turned on your stool to face him, resting your hand under chin.

"I am. Was pretty bored so I found the first pub I could to come and get a few drink's in." Joe admitted.

"Well you want another? It's on me." You flashed your card up to him and he shook his head.

"So I'm assuming you're on your own too? Wouldn't expect a pretty woman like you to be paying." You blushed at his words, leaning back and looking out to the crowd to try and hide the fact your cheeks were burning crimson red.

"I am and I insist." Looking back around, you raised your eyebrows persistently.

"How could I say no then?" Joe smirked and you chuckled at the way your stomach did flips, practically forcing it out from your throat.

"I'm Y/N." You stuck your hand out.

Joe took your hand into his, shaking it slight. "I'm Joe." He waited for the moment you were to tell him that you already knew that, but you just continued to smile away, the bartender ripping you from your intense gaze at one another when he asked if you were being served. Joe glanced into the air, pretty confused at the way you hadn't even acknowledged him in the way most people would now, he really liked it though, he felt refreshed to be that of a stranger to someone. Except he wasn't.

You ordered the both of your drinks, after Joe insisted you had the martini on the menu with him, you weren't one to admit you didn't particularly enjoy them but you'd stay off of that subject, who were you kidding; you were completely out to please this beautiful sight of a man.

You took brief sips of it once they were handed to you, grimacing at the taste but trying your best to look like you were enjoying it. You got to know him a little; not just Joseph Quinn but you got to know the real him in some way's, he hadn't give too much away, things you probably already knew, his age, where he was from, what he enjoyed doing in his spare time. Not once did he mention what he did for work, purely down to the fact he was loving the plainness of the way he felt like a regular human being again, not even flinching at the thought once that this was a question you didn't ask.

You really hit it off into the second drink, taking occasional breaks outside to go for a smoke break then going back to your quaint little corner, your safe haven together. By the fifth round, Joe was ordering tequila. The two shots you had went straight to your head and before you knew it you were edged up close to him, he had his arm round you, telling you a funny story that happened between him and his friends once upon a time, you felt your hand graze onto his lap as you laughed at the ending. By the seventh and eighth round, it was like you'd been friends forever, the way you got on with one another was like a match made in heaven, Joe's eyes were burning dark, the alcohol dilating his pupils matching yours. He stared contently at you, licking his top lip making you flutter your lashes right onto them.

"What're you looking at?" You threw a giggle at him. The most flirtatious, most girlish giggle you could ever imagine to even come out of your mouth and that would never come out of your mouth again. You weren't making that obscene noise again in a hurry.

"You're just. Beautiful." Joe's dimples formed on his cheeks as a promising and meaningful smile was thrown your way and you huffed out a sigh so loud.

"Stop it." You rolled your eyes at him, making his brows raise in question.

"I mean it." Joe's hand touched the top of yours that sat on top of the bar table, his thumb stroking over the slits of your fingers.

The moment the music turned itself up told you it was getting later on into the night, it was also the moment everyone got onto their feet and rushed to the dance floor, the bar had got a little too crowded now and you were glad to be staying put for the time being. A rather sensual song played and you leaped up off your stool, singing along, grabbing Joe's hands and swaying yourself around, much to his amusement watching you as he nodded his head along to the motion of the music, standing up and pulling you in.

He twirled you around a couple of times, catching you at your hips and bringing you backwards, your arm lent up to graze your hand at the back of his neck, starting to grind into him. The gasp of breath you felt radiate through your body made you shiver an it only enticed you to close the space between you altogether, your back firmly pressed against him and your ass now rubbing against his crotch. "Fuck, you're hot." Joe groaned, his hands giving you all the ammunition to continue as he wrapped them around you, pushing his bulge forward to meet the way your ass moved.

You turned around, still in his grasp, reaching onto your tip toes to gain access to his ear. "So are you." You spoke loud enough for him to hear it, taking a hold of one of his hands behind you and pulling it away then walking to find the bathroom, nobody was quite clearly aware of him or you as you passed through the busy space; your intentions now fully in swing now that you were clearly enhanced by the alcohol you'd consumed together, a new found confidence in you was a better way of describing what you were about to do. Joe had an incline when he was pushed straight into the disabled bathroom, the door locked.

"Mm, hey pretty girl." He whispered as he watched you walk up to him, laying your hands on his chest. Your faces dragged up and down to each other like a magnet, your lips merely inches away, both of them parted at the heavy silence, the awaited moment where one of you would close the gap. Joe's mouth crashed onto yours seconds later and you turned him around, pushing him against the door and opening your mouth to deepen the kiss, your tongues fought against one another, spiralling out of control with whimpers echoing in unison. Your hands that still remained close on his chest made their way down, fumbling at the button of his trousers, pushing the zipper down and making sure to inch your fingers in-between the skin of his hips and his boxers, pulling in a downward motion, Joe obliged happily as he wedged his fingers in next to yours and pushed them down to the ground. You broke the kiss looking directly at him, your eyes now sparkling with the eager thoughts that roamed through your head.

"Do you mind if I just?" You looked down, your eyes opening wide at the size you clearly didn't expect, girth intimidating yet the size so perfectly just above average you couldn't wait any longer. You didn't even see Joe shake his head, insinuating he didn't mind at all. You dropped down onto your knees, spitting down onto the palm of your hand, letting the rest leak off of your bottom lip before wrapping your fist around his length, jerking slowly and looking up to watch Joe throw his head back in disbelief. "Fuck." He moaned out loud, your finger tips sliding and stroking around the mushroom tip of his cock. That was quite clearly the most delectable noise you'd ever had the pleasure of witnessing, sending bolts of electricity straight to your core. "That feel good?" You asked rhetorically, knowing the exact answer was the right one.

"Would it be too forward if I asked you to give me head?"

"I don't think anything's too forward now when I already got us into this mess." You muttered in yet another girly tone, the feeling of nausea in your stomach from hearing yourself sound like such a simp, yet you fucking enjoyed being this man's simp.

You wrapped your lips around his head, sucking lightly, earning another throaty groan. His big hands came down to cup your head. "More." He sighed out in a gravelly tone. He pushed you forward, your mouth coming down and taking every inch that you could. "I want to fuck that pretty little mouth so bad." You clenched your hands around his ass giving it a squeeze to indicate that you were into it and without hesitating, he thrusted his hips back and fourth, keeping you in position whilst he did exactly that.

Tears stained the corners of your eyes as his tip hit the back of your throat multiple times, your lips sealing around his length and he stilled a little; it was completely obvious that he was close. "Shit." Joe moaned once more, you could feel his cock throbbing in your mouth when he let his hands go, raising them up and running his fingers through his curls. "Can I take you back to my hotel room?" Joe blurted out and you almost could of passed for looking slightly confused.

"Hotel room?" You questioned, you knew he didn't live around here so you pretended once again to act like you weren't sure as to why he was occupying a room for the night.

"Yeah, just staying in the area for an event." He was playing you at your own game, his secret identity to him not yet revealed seeing as he still was under the impression you had no idea who he was. To you, he thought this was probably just a one night stand, a way of getting some action from some 'random guy' at a bar.

"How do I know you're not some serial killer?" You winked up at him playfully.

"How do I know you're not some axe murderer?" Joe replied. You laughed at that, tilting your head to the side, same thing but touché.

It wasn't Joe's objective to have met someone in a place he didn't know very well, let alone be taking them back to the hotel he was staying at to have sex, this wasn't at all usually like him, but he was so bizarrely comfortable around you after the few hours you'd spent together it was pretty much impossible for him to be able to talk himself out of the situation.

You stood up, knees aching from the hard ceramic tiling of the bathroom floor, Joe's hand tilted your chin upward to him as he leaned downward to give you the sweetest kiss of your life, a full firework display erupting in your head, your head was spinning and not just from the alcohol. Not too much but not too little, he swiftly moved away to pull his trousers back up, palming his hand over his tight erection to make it less painful and took a hold of your hand this time, leading you out of the bathroom and out of the bar.

Unnoticed ad unbothered by anyone else, you were unsure how that happened, maybe it was the way you noticed Joe kept his head down not making a scene and not breathing a look back at you until you'd exited outside. You walked the short distance back to the hotel, talking the way you were practically an hour ago, linking your arm through his to keep the warmth of his body close against you.

Joe caged you in the elevator against the mirror once the double doors closed together, kissing you more fiercely than intimately this time, his teeth bit down onto your bottom lip, he kneeled slightly to allow his hips to buck up into your heat, hearty moans could be heard bouncing off the tight four walls, the hardness of his erection had not faltered at all, he wanted nothing but to fuck you right then and there but he had to remain as patient and well behaved as he could until the moment you'd got into his room, it wasn't an easy task.

You hurried down the corridor when the doors opened, Joe dragging you behind him, his fingers intertwined with yours. Stopping at the door, Joe plucked his key card from his trouser pocket and scanned it, pushing down the door handle and flicking the light on, you look around you to see a rather fancy and spacious hotel room, the biggest bed you had ever seen and a view like no other. You rushed to the window whilst Joe made sure the 'Do Not Disturb' sign hung from the other side and the door was locked. He slowly stride's up to you, his hands on your hips most delicately as he moves his head down to plant soft kisses on your neck, your head falls to the side, leaning into him slightly, you eye up the beautifulness of the city whilst he makes work of your neck, his teeth nibbling down and lips sucking at a sweet spot cause your breathing to hitch. "Do that again." You didn't have to ask twice, Joe swapped to the other side in an instant, biting his teeth lightly into the mirrored spot and marked you the way he intended, moving back and admiring his work, he hummed.

"Nice little bruises you have there." You stared at your reflection in the window, taking a closer inspection.

"The work of a true artist." You both huffed a filthy laugh as he guided your hips to move around to him, lifting you slightly until you got the message, you were now in his arms with your legs firmly wrapped around his waist. Your hands placed on his biceps, you felt his muscles flex as held you tightly and you could have salivated at that easy, but you held it back so you didn't clearly embarrass yourself.

He moved you over to the bed, flopping you onto it and you'd secretly wished he'd of kept you in that position longer, it felt so good, slightly moving in a way to be that close to him. Crawling over and holding himself up against you, his lips fell to yours again, peppering kisses all over your face until he had you giggling. "That giggle is so sexy yet so cute, fucking hell." You bit down onto your lip, a little smirk lingering, proud that you had him right where you wanted him.

"Shall we get down to business, my cock's fucking throbbing." You nodded not even fully before Joe pushed himself up. You both undressed yourselves, eyes not falling off one another, both hearts racing at the mere thought of this crazy, eventful and very admittedly funfilled evening.

Joe eyed your cunt as your legs spread apart and his mouth fell open, jaw could have almost been mistaken of falling to the floor the way he stared at you. "You're fucking soaking." Joe growled.

"All for you. That's what you get for letting me give you half a blowjob." Joe chuckled deeply.

"Screw foreplay, I just want to fuck that pretty pussy right now." Joe grabbed at your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the bed, lined himself up, his cock leaking that very moment just from the sight of you. His choice of words had your hole gaping.

You didn't even get the time to ask if he had protection. Joe plunged his cock straight inside of you, hissing at the way you ate him up, your slick gave him an easy entrance, pushing each inch of his length deep inside, his tip ramming its way through your walls, stretching you out and getting you used to his size. You didn't complain, you were on contraception anyway and it's not like he was patient enough to talk about it either. "Oh my god Y/N, you're so tight."

You couldn't muster a reply, your eyes squeezing shut at the twinges of pain and pleasure mixing together. "How do you like it? I want to make you feel so good."

You still couldn't speak, you stuttered random noises out of your mouth, your heart beating out of your chest, your mind was going ten to the dozen, more or less from the scepticism of having Joe's thick cock wedged inside of your cunt.

"You alright-" He grew concern quickly before you interrupted him.

Your eyes shot open, you looked downward to see his hips touching the inside of your thighs. "Hard. Fuck. Me. Hard." Joe was coerced to give you exactly what you wanted, the worried look drained away and his eyes deviously smiling right at you. He thrusted his hips into you, not even starting slowly, giving you everything he could. Dragging your legs upward to rest on his shoulders, he lent down his hand and pressed his thumb up onto your clit, rubbing harsh circles against it, the pad of it felt delicious, the ache rising higher whilst he continued to pound into your cunt forcefully. The unholy noises matching your awaited climaxes caused you both to sweat irrationally, the smell of sex apparent in the air, his thumb still tackling your twitching bud, hitting the spot just to the side where you liked it most. It's like he'd discovered your body long before tonight. Yet the more you moaned through his actions, the more he knew where to go with it.

"Shit Joe, oh my god."

"Yeah baby, you like it when I fuck you like this?"

"Y-yes I-" You came undone, your hips lifting wildly into the air as you gushed over his shaft, cotton wool enrapturing your head at the way your soul shot out from you. You were just a body laid down on a bed whilst you watched yourself from above being positively railed through and through. Joe couldn't help the sight of you cumming and the way your walls clenched around him in the most perfect way. It had him pulling out and fucking himself with his fist over your cunt, his cock exploding with hot seed up onto your stomach, his head threw back as he almost screamed your name in the violent orgasm that was at it's pinochle. You came down together from your highs, breathing erratic from the reoccurring sensitivity that was still blowing both of your minds out of your skulls. Joe fell next to you, staring up to the ceiling just to get himself back to a normal state before he even tried to speak a word that would make sense.

Before long, he moved to get up and go into the bathroom, cleaning himself up and bringing the spare towel through to wipe up the mess he'd created on your body. "Wow." You swallowed thickly, trying to taste the saliva in your mouth that was drying up quickly. "Yeah, wow." You'd fucked yourselves sober, not that it became anymore awkward when Joe asked if you were staying or if he needed to walk you back to your home so he knew at least you'd gotten back safely. It was after midnight after all and although he still didn't know you too well, he still cared. That was just the way Joe worked.

You agreed to stay with him and climbed into bed with one another after you'd got up and fixed yourself a glass of water. Joe offered for you to sleep in his shirt just so you were a little more comfortable but you declined politely suggesting he'd already seen you naked and defiled you, so it didn't particular matter that you were going to go to sleep in the nude with him.

Joe creeped over to you when you laid on your side after dimming the lights down to settle and relax. "Can I see you again?"

You whipped your body onto your back, looking at him longingly. "So this isn't just a one night thing?" You held your smile back, truly delighted by his question.

"Honestly? I'm not a 'one night thing' kinda guy. Though if I feel a connection with someone, which isn't often - I'll run with it." Your smile heaving over your features quickly, truly delighted by his reply.

"Then we will see each other again." You moved closer, pecking a kiss onto his cheek, he almost looked serious for a second.

"There's something you should know though." He interrupted your happy and most victorious moment in your head when your smile fell through, your lips dwindling together wondering what he was next going to come out with.

"What?" You said.

"I'm kinda reserved in this field because I... I'm newly, erm. Famous I guess." He didn't know how else to put it, he just let the sentence roll off his tongue and wasn't quite sure how you'd take it either, but you know exactly how you were taking it. You already fucking knew.

"And that means we can't-"

"We can, oh we can, I'm just nervous and new to the world that is fame. I'm an actor, I made it big this year - well clearly not big enough for you to not know, but in the most non cockiest way possible, a hell of a lot of people know who I am and the event I'm here for is partly to do with me and I don't want to scare you away because it's a big deal and all. If seeing me again might jeopardise your privacy I completely understand but I just want you to know that-"

"I know who you are." You shouted out over the top of his voice, you couldn't hide it anymore. Joe moved backward, his brows furrowing in confusion, the act you've kept up all night purely a farce.

"Wait what? Was this a ploy? What do you mean? Y-you've known a-all this time and not said a word?" His questioning and quite frankly anxious demeanour began to rapidly pour out at a wicked pace.

"Honestly. I did it because I wasn't bothered about who you are in the outside world, I saw you alone and I'd just left my friend and I wanted to take the chance to get to know you and I did and it lead us here and even though what happened, happened, I enjoyed it not because it was Joseph Quinn but because I'm insanely attracted to the guy who made me laugh, the guy who looked at me so nicely. The guy that bought me fucking tequila and made me actually like martinis. I only wanted to say hello and have a drink with you if I could but it went far better than I could've imagined." You poured out your heart, maybe your intentions didn't intend to go this far, but you were right; it happened and you couldn't go back on it.

"You don't like martinis?" Was all he gathered from that.

"Correction, didn't." He laughed a little from the back of his throat, nodding as the rest of your words hit his memory. It instantly made him feel better that you already understood the situation that if you did see each other again and maybe more after that, it wouldn't be as normal anymore.

"You don't hate me?" You bit down on your lip apprehensively.

"No, I don't hate you. I wish you'd of told me sooner that you knew, but the way you wanted to treat me normally makes me so fucking happy. You're beautiful and quite entirely made my night and I really want to get to know you better, maybe starting a little more sober too."

He moved his arm over your stomach and towered above your face, bringing his lips down to kiss you passionately, short yet sweetly.

"So when can I see you again?"

"In the morning when we wake up." You giggled.

"I'll never grow tired of hearing that." He beamed a toothy grin at you, his eyes darting from yours to your lips. Was this the feeling of love at first sight you'd read in fairy tales? The look of pure emotion and desire? Happiness overflooded you both. Contentment hit.

Turning the lights out, he moved you around and spooned you from behind, smiling at himself, feeling almost lucky to have you there with him. He'd never been so glad that he decided to make that trip to the bar, he cured his boredom hugely. He found you.

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Trapped Hearts

a/n: Hello. Hello. Another Joe fic. This time a one shot! Thanks for coming to my Angst-Talk. Buckle up and enjoy the ride. I had some pent up angst in me and it needed to get out. Thanks as always to @barfightzanddiscolightz for beta reading and editing and generally being the best!

warnings: Joe's being a major dick. Like. For real. Cursing. Big emotions.

wordcount: 4.6k

“Are you fucking kidding me? Stop that!”

“What?! We have to check everything! Otherwise, we’ll be stuck in here forever!”

“This is not how escape rooms work, Joe!”, you practically shrieked with frustration. You rolled your eyes as you tried to pry his fingers off the clearly fake window frame adorned with the escape room company’s logo sticker. “Did you not listen to the instructor? He clearly said that anything with that sticker on it, does not belong to the riddles...let it go!”

“Fine.”, he hissed, quickly withdrawing his hand from the fake window and out of your grip, wiping it on his trousers as if you’d sullied it with your touch. He then took a couple steps away from you to the other corner before opening his mouth again. “And don’t fucking touch me again.”

“Oh, don’t worry, Quinn. I won’t.”, you promised, your eyes rolling in exasperation which he didn’t seem to notice. With a frustrated deep sigh, you turned to walk in the other direction to check out a cupboard that you hadn’t searched through yet. Joe immediately answered your sigh with a scoff.

You had already been 45 minutes in which meant you only had 15 minutes left and you hadn’t even made it out of the first room yet. You had Zach to thank for all this. Fucking Zach, man. He had invited you to play an escape room duel with him, his girlfriend Iris, the sweetest human being that had ever graced this planet, and a mystery friend. Now, an escape room duel was a face-off between two teams, with the first team to escape winning. Piece of cake, right? But Zach, that utter moron, had failed to mention that the mystery friend would be none other than your sworn nemesis: Joseph Quinn. Seriously, he could’ve invited anyone but him.

Honestly, Joe and you hadn’t always been at odds. There was a time, from waaay back in primary school up to the day you graduated from secondary school, when you used to be best friends. You had even harboured romantic feelings for him, which started around year nine, but you never really made them known because you hadn’t wanted to jeopardise your friendship. So, you had just sat on them and suffered in silence when he would show up with his new catch of the month. Then he had gotten accepted to his fancy acting school and never showed his face anymore. You had tried to reach out but every time you did, he would dismiss you because “he didn’t have time” as “he had to rehearse for a play”. You had always offered to help him, and he would decline because he usually rehearsed with his school mates. For some unknown reason, he had even neglected to mention his plays, let alone invite you to them. After about a year of you trying to stay in contact you eventually gave up. The only thing that had remained was your mutual friend Zach. For some reason Joe had stayed in contact with him but not with you.

In the beginning, the fact that all of a sudden you weren’t good enough for him anymore had hurt you immensely, but with each passing year that hurt had turned into sadness which had morphed into anger and ultimately graduated into hatred. Zach would invite you out to chill at a park with the lads and lasses and you would always have a great time until Joe had shown up. As soon as you would spot him, you’d pack up your belongings and would leave with an excuse that “something had come up”. This had worked fine the first couple of times but after the fourth time, Zach had pulled you aside and demanded to know what was going on. You had explained that you and Joe had fallen out and that you didn’t want to see him anymore. You also had asked him to inform you if Joe would be attending so you could opt out in the future and to please never ask you about it ever again. You had left a confused Zach standing there as you stormed off, not noticing Joe’s longing stare, which had been set on you.

Over the years, you had seen Joe less and less. This had mostly been due to the fact that he had spent a lot of time abroad or in different parts of the country fulfilling his acting duties. The only time you would see, and largely avoid him, was at mutual friends’ birthday parties which had luckily taken place less than a handful of times a year. When your paths had crossed anyway, you would either look in a different direction, or if you had accidentally looked at each other you would send him the vilest glare you could muster.

The last time you had seen him in person was back in 2019 before the whole pandemic and his sudden rise to stardom. God, that had been the worst. His face had suddenly been all over the tabloids and various social media sites. You had even cancelled your Netflix subscription because you didn’t want his mug showing up in your suggestions.

And now here you were, stuck in a tiny room with him, literally and desperately trying to escape, not only for the game’s purpose, but also from him.

Whilst Joe was still grabbing at anything and everything, you finally found a key to a tiny padlock. You triumphally turned around and went straight for the padlock you had spotted earlier, which was attached to a small treasure chest. Inside that chest, you hoped to find the big key that would open the door to the next room. You squatted down and eagerly opened the chest just to be met with disappointment as it only contained a small piece of paper bearing yet another enigmatic riddle. With only five minutes left for you and Joe to escape, the daunting realisation set in that there wouldn’t be enough time to decipher the clue. Groaning you let your head hang down in defeat, when suddenly, the scrap of paper was ripped from your fingertips.

“Hey!”, you protested loudly. The abrupt movement of him taking the riddle from your hands made you lose your balance, and your bum ended up ungracefully plopping onto the floor.

“I’ve seen these symbols. They’re in the books!”, Joe exclaimed, disregarding your current predicament on the floor, not even bothering to help you up.

“It doesn’t matter, Joe. We’re out of time anyway.”, you explained in defeat whilst slowly pushing yourself up. “They will let us out in two minutes.”

Joe sneered and rolled his eyes at you.

“Yeah, and it’s entirely your fault that we’re out of time.”

“My fault?”, you sputtered in disbelief. How dare he?! MY FAULT?! That! Bitch!

“Yes.”, he replied with a finality that held nothing but malice. “It’s because you aren’t a team player. You’re a selfish little cunt.”

“What did you just call me?”, you asked Joe, clearly taken aback. Joe only gave you a dismissive glare and turned his back to you. You let out a shaky breath which resembled an angry huff you hadn’t even realized you had been holding in and stalked over to him. When you came toe to toe with him, you raised your hand and slapped him across the face. Stunned, Joe slightly recoiled in response to the sudden impact of your palm against his cheek. Fuming but satisfied, you pivoted and marched purposefully towards the emergency exit. With a deliberate pause, you turned around again to give him the finger before rapping your knuckles against the door.

“Hello?”, you shouted with urgency. “Can you please let me out? I don’t want to be in here anymore.”

You crossed your arms and leaned against the door frame, waiting for someone to open the door. As you glanced up at the timer that hung from the ceiling, its display confirmed that the time had officially run out. Your attention shifted over to Joe, whose face was redder than a tomato, amplifying the visibility of your handprint. He was waiting impatiently to be let out of the escape room’s main entrance. When a couple of minutes had passed and neither the emergency door nor the entrance door opened you started to panic a little.

Hammering your fist against the door you started yelling.

“HELLO?! TIME’S UP! LET US OUT!”

Nothing.

“HELLO?! IS ANYBODY OUT THERE?!!! LET US OUT!”

Still nothing.

Oh no. OH FUCK.

Oh shit. We’re stuck.

You were stuck in a tiny room with Joseph Quinn of all people, the man you despised the most.

Slowly, you let your body slide down the wall next to the door and buried your head in your hands. Your breathing became shallow and erratic, and your vision blurred. Joe, who was still shouting for the employees to let you two out, was blissfully unaware of your impending panic attack.

“This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening...”, you muttered breathlessly. Your fingers began to shake, and you unsuccessfully tried to choke back a sob.

When Joe heard it, he instantly turned around with the most annoyed look on his face.

“Are you seriously crying right now?”

“Shut up.”, you managed to gasp. Your breaths were coming in ragged bursts and each moment that passed seemed to steal more oxygen from your bloodstream, leaving you increasingly lightheaded. “I need to get out...before... bef-ore...”

It was now very hard to breathe, you couldn’t even form complete sentences anymore. Joe fortunately noticed the alarming shift in your demeanour and frowned.

“Hey...are you OK?”

You shook your head, your trembling fingers pointing to your chest as it rose and fell rapidly.

“Can’t... br-eathe.”, you choked out. As Joe realised what was happening, he immediately went into helping mode, taking quick steps towards you and dropping to his knees in front of you.

“OK. Come on. Look at me.”, he demanded quietly, and you slowly lifted your head, trying to focus on his face; it was a challenge through the tears that were uncontrollably flowing down your cheeks. You blinked rapidly, trying to get the tears out of your eyes. Once your sight had somewhat began to regain clarity, you noticed how close Joe’s face was to yours. His rich chocolatey orbs were staring right at you.

“Here you are...OK. Now breathe with me.”, he instructed, as he slowly breathed in through his nose and out again through his mouth. He did that with you until your breathing steadied.

“Thank you.”, you whispered, still hesitant to use your regular volume. You were genuinely amazed by how effortlessly he had managed to calm you down. His eyes radiated assurance, it was as if you could grasp the tranquillity they held, and you were suddenly able to breathe again. No one had ever had this effect on you. “Where did you learn that?”

“Learn what?”, he questioned, leaning back on his haunches and placing his hand flat on his thighs.

“The breathing technique.”, you replied, pushing yourself up a little to sit straight against the wall.

“Oh...uhm.”, he started, lifting one hand to the back of his head, scratching it lightly, “Well...you used to have panic attacks at school which I guided you through...I guess it was just muscle memory?”, the skin of his face suddenly held a faint hue of pink.

“Ah...”, you acknowledged. You both were still staring at each other. “Yeah...that must be it...thank you again.”

“No worries.”, he nodded, quickly averting his eyes as he pushed himself up into a standing position. “I think we’re stuck.”

“No shit, Sherlock.”, you muttered with a tired sigh, finally rubbing the tears from your eyes.

Joe didn’t respond to your comment but walked over to the opposite side of the room and sat down on floor.

---

After about fifteen minutes of you both trying to get whoever was out there’s attention while not speaking to and basically avoiding each other as best you could, you were the first to throw in the towel and decided to take matters in your own hands. You walked over to where you’d seen Joe put down the small piece of paper with the symbols and picked it up. You had seen some of the symbols too, they had been in the books on the shelf. You were able to find four out of the five symbols and their appointed numbers, which sure enough gave you the code to one of the padlocks, but you just couldn’t find the fifth symbol and it frustrated you to no end. Joe, who was moping in his corner, was staring at you the whole time and it wasn’t helping at all, it made you incredibly nervous.

After trying and failing for the umpteenth time at retracing your steps to find the missing symbol, you accepted your fate and gave up. You had to admit to yourself that you couldn’t do it without Joe, who had made no attempt to help you. So, you sat back down into what you decided was your spot. Leaning forward, you buried your head between your knees and let out the deepest sigh.

“I think they’re doing this on purpose.”, he finally spoke.

“Huh?”, you asked, lifting your head a little to look at him.

“Keeping us both locked in here.”, Joe elaborated. “It’s on purpose.”

“You think so?”, you asked defeated, “Why would they do that?”

“Dunno.”, he replied with a shrug, which you returned with a hard eyeroll.

“You think they’re doing this on purpose, but you don’t know why? Wow. Way to go Joseph. Your suspicions really contributed to finding a solution to this whole fucked up situation.”, you scoffed, and he gave you the finger in response.

“At least I’m trying to figure out what’s going on, unlike you who’s just sitting there and feeling sorry for yourself.”, he accused with a sharp edge to his voice.

“They locked us in here and aren’t letting us out! That’s what’s going on! I’m sure there are no ulterior motives behind it. They simply forgot about us.”, you rambled, and Joe shook his head.

“There’s CCTV in here. They have not forgotten about us, you idiot.”, he replied as if he were talking to a child. “It’s on fucking purpose.”

“Ugh. Please stop talking. You’re giving me a headache.”, you groaned and placed your hands over your ears, so you didn’t have to listen to his delusional words anymore.

In response he crossed his arms in front of his chest and glared daggers at you before he mopingly turned his back to you again.

---

Another 30 agonizing minutes crawled by, the deafening silence growing even more stifling, and they still hadn’t let Joe and you out of the room.

Boredom hit you like a freight train, so you tried to find different riddles to solve inside the room. After all, what else was there left to do? Joe, who had turned around once more when you had started making noise, was picking at his fingernails and began silently observing you roam around the room.

You were sitting on the floor, in the middle of the room, just about to complete a jigsaw puzzle when he suddenly spoke up from his designated corner.

“What happened?”

“Are you stupid?”, you questioned him, without looking up from your puzzle. “We’re obviously trapped in here...”

“No...”, he retorted whilst slowly standing up and making his way over to you. “What happened to us?”

You looked up at his towering form, eyebrow furrowed in curiosity. He sighed before he sat down opposite you and spoke again when you remained silent.

“Back then... after we graduated, what happened? You suddenly didn’t want to hang out with me anymore. Don’t think I didn’t notice.”, he stated, picking up a puzzle piece and placing it in its rightful position.

You scoffed and snorted at his statement. Was he fucking serious? You couldn’t believe the words he had just spoken.

“Are you fucking serious, Quinn?”, you seethed, your voice grew louder with each sentence, “I didn’t want to hang out with you anymore? Oh, that’s just fucking rich...YOU were the one who went off to your fancy little acting school and didn’t want to hang out anymore. I tried...oh and how I tried, to keep in touch with you. I offered to help you rehearse and you always declined. You didn’t even invite me to your plays!”

“...what? That’s not true.”, he tried to defend himself.

“Shut up! I’m not done yet.”, you snapped, holding up your hand to cut him off. Now it was your turn to glare daggers at him. “After a year of trying, I finally gave up. I told Zach not to invite me when you were around because I couldn’t stand seeing you. It hurt like hell at first because I didn’t understand why you would still want to always hang out with Zach, yet you acted like I meant nothing. I was so unbelievably furious. You hurt me so damn much, and yeah, I fucking hate you for that! I hate you! I HATE YOU!”

Angry tears were now cascading down your face and your body was visibly shaking. Joe, who was too stunned to speak, suddenly leaned forward, and pulled you into his arms, destroying the almost finished puzzle in the process of hugging you.

“Don’t touch me!”, you shrieked. “Let. Me. GOOOO!”, You tried to push him away, but he wouldn’t budge, only tightening his arms around you even more, holding you in place. You kept on squirming in his arms, trying to get out of his hold, yelling, shrieking, calling him all the names you could think of for what seemed like forever, but he still didn’t cave.

“Please.”, you eventually chocked out, your voice a defeated plea as you sobbed, tears streaming down your cheeks. “Please let go of me...it hurts...I hate youuuu.”

“Nuh-uh.”, Joe finally whispered into your ear, pulling you up a little. Hiccoughing, you let your head rest in the crook of his neck, feeling Joe’s word vibrate through your body, as he spoke again, this time in a normal volume.

“It’s true, I didn’t really hang out with you after I started drama school. But you have to understand, I was the new kid and I had to prove myself in order to be accepted by them. I had to rehearse with them, even though I would’ve loved to do it with you. But then you didn’t show up to my first real play and I got so disappointed and angry with you. I don’t know why you said that I didn’t invite you because I did. Zach and I had been out at Clapham Common skating when my mobile slipped from my pocket and got damaged. I had specifically asked him to forward the invitation to you, but now I see that he didn’t... that fucking dimwit, I’m gonna kill him.”

He took a deep breath before he continued, absentmindedly rubbing his hand up and down your back, and you allowed it. You didn’t have the strength to fight him anymore, so you let him.

“After I got my mobile back from the repair shop, I tried to contact you, but you had blocked my number. I even tried to message you via Facebook, but you had unfriended and blocked me there too which pissed me off big time. Stupid young me then decided that two could play that game, so I just started to ignore you even more than you ignored me. I had this plan, that you’d eventually give in and come back to me if I kept it going, but it backfired horribly. When Zach pulled me aside right after you’d left the park, once again just when I had arrived, and told me that you didn’t want to hang out with me anymore, it hit me hard. I realised I went too far, but I was young, full of anger, and stupid. I didn’t know what to do to fix things. So, I ended up doing what you did on those rare occasions we got to see each other and interact – either throwing insults or avoiding you altogether... what goes around, comes around, you know.”

Taking another deep breath, he moved his hand that had been rubbing your back to your hair and started massaging your scalp. You had long accepted that he wouldn’t let you out of his arms anytime soon, so you just listened to him and let him do what he needed to do.

“It was never my intention to make you hate me, you know.”, he was now back to whispering. “Knowing that you do hate me hurts a lot because...because...’cause I could never. Even after everything. Even after trying to and oh, how I tried. I just couldn’t. I...fuck. It’s the opposite, actually.”, he chuckled humourlessly.

This revelation suddenly sparked some left-over strength in you and leaned back, staring at him, mouth agape.

“The opposite?”

“Ugh. Yes. The opposite.”, he repeated.

“But the opposite of hate is love.”, you stated, mind totally blank.

“Yes.”

“You love me?”

“Yes, silly.”, he groaned, closing his eyes. “I’ve always loved you. At first it was strictly platonic, you know, being best friends and all...but when I went off to drama school, I noticed how much I missed you. I missed your hugs, I missed your smile, I missed being close to you. I even missed things we never even did together. Well, missed is the wrong word here, I longed for them. But you not wanting to be friends with me anymore put a spoke in my wheel and I just let it go.”

“You can’t love me!”, you sputtered astonished. “I... I hate you a-and you hate me.”

“Wrong. I just said, I tried to hate you, but I couldn’t. Because I LOVE YOU.”, he declared, tightening his grip on you once more.

“Joe. You called me a cunt mere hours ago.”, you argued, letting out a confused laugh, new tears forming in the corners of your eyes. You were frustrated with all the new information your overstimulated brain had just received. How could he love you when he treated you like shit? You knew that he had just explained it to you, but you couldn’t fathom what was happening. He had hated you and now he didn’t, and you had learned to hate him...or had you? You instantly started to doubt yourself. Was it really hate you felt for him the past ten years or was it more about the deep hurt, anger, and sadness that had consumed you when you lost your best friend – the person you’d hoped would become your boyfriend? Maybe...you weren’t sure. You just continued staring at him, with a blank face and reddened eyes. A thousand thoughts spinning in your head.

“...and I’m really sorry for that, because you are not a cunt...you’re far from being one.”, he apologised wholeheartedly, hand still gently stroking your hair. “I’m so very sorry...for everything. The way I treated you was beyond cruel. I was young and dumb. But mostly I was hurt because of your constant avoidance, and instead of being the bigger person and seeking you out to find the root cause of it all, I treated you like shit.”

You just kept staring at him, blinking slowly. A few stray tears escaped the inner corners of your eyes and Joe looked back at you expectantly. A couple of moments passed where neither of you said a thing. With each passing second the tension between you increased and Joe grew more nervous, his unease became almost palpable. He had just bared his soul to you and your lack of a reaction lead him to believe that this whole thing was a grave mistake. Panic started to etch onto his face, and he suddenly seemed so vulnerable. You could practically read his thoughts - You really, really must hate him - which made your own blank expression soften slightly in response, and you knew what you needed to do in order to dispel his thoughts.

“Joe...”, you started slowly. “I...thank you...uhm, for apologising. It really means a lot to me. I want to apologise too. God, this is so stupid.”, you paused, letting out a quivering breath because you started to get all choked up again. “We were so stupid. Why are we so stupid?”, you asked, mostly yourself as you shook your head once, twice, three times. Joe was sitting still, waiting for you to continue with bated breath.

“I’m sorry. For immediately thinking you hated me and didn’t want anything to do with me anymore. I’m sorry for being mean and treating you like shit. I'm sorry for not reaching out to you to talk about it...I was just so hurt and confused...I’m sorry.”, you were now full on crying again and Joe pulled you closer to his chest once more, muffling your speech. “...Also, I’m sorry I said I hated you because to be frank, I don’t...I was just so very angry with you and the whole situation. I don’t hate you, Joe...I actually love you too and I have for so many years.... fuck, this is just a huge fucking misunderstanding because two dumb, insecure teenagers didn’t know how to communicate properly. I’m so sorry.”

Suddenly, you felt something wet on the crown of your hair and you slowly looked up and saw silent tears dripping from the tip of Joe’s nose. It was now your turn to tighten your arms, which had snuck their way around his torso.

You returning his previous affection made him sob faintly and he slowly opened his mouth, his scared, big brown eyes set on yours.

“I missed you so, so much.”, he whispered, now suddenly afraid someone could listen in on your conversation.

“I missed you too, so so much.”, you replied equally as soft. “I missed your hugs, and your smell, and your stupid fucking grin… but most of all I missed your useless facts about random places in London.”

The last point made Joe chortle out loud.

“Shut up, you didn’t miss those, you hated them.”

“Yeah, I hated them...still do.”, you replied, letting out a tearful chuckle.

Both of you let out a simultaneous sigh, leading to another round of giggles. As the laughter subsided, you shook your head once more and finally looked up at him. His eyes held a foreign sparkle. Not foreign in the sense that you hadn’t seen it before, because you had, but it had never been directed at you. The sparkle paired with a broad grin on his lips made your cheeks grow hot and you tried to avert your gaze. Before you could turn your head, his hand had snuck from your back to your jaw and held it in place.

“Can I kiss you?”, he inquired softly, caressing your jaw with his thumb.

“Yes.”, you responded firmly.

His lips met yours in a needy, salt-stained kiss which you eagerly reciprocated. A soft moan escaped your lips, encouraging Joe to deepen the kiss further. When you both ran out of breath, you reluctantly pulled back, your foreheads meeting in an intimate pause. The remnants of your kiss lingered, leaving Joe’s and your lips tinted rosy red and slightly swollen, small smiles of happiness gracing your mouths.

Just as you were about to lean in for another kiss, the door to the escape room opened, causing both you and Joe to quickly turn your heads towards it.

An obviously very pleased Zach, accompanied by a blushing Iris, stood in the doorway, holding up a sign that read:

CONGRATS, YOU MADE (IT) OUT!

THE END

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In the two years you'd been on and off with Joe, you'd met most of his friends. Got on well with them though you didn't know any of them particularly well. You and Joe usually have already broken up again by the next birthday party or housewarming that comes around.

You spot him the moment he enters. It's getting late, nearing half past ten when he stumbles in. He and his friends aren't particularly boisterous but you feel like you could sense him. Smelt the waft of cigarette smoke tangled his cologne the moment he passed the threshold of the door.

You and Ally are wedged into a back corner so you watch Joe scan the entirety of the bar, then the restaurant as inconspicuously as he can. He's smiling and nodding along to his friends' chatter as he looks. But he misses you, obstructed by the gaudy decor and swarming waiters. You swear you almost see the corners of his mouth frown from all the way across the restaurant as he settles at the bar.

"What? Who is it?" Ally smirks, assuming it's someone much more famous. You debate on lying. Saying it's someone from a show she doesn't want or a band she doesn't know. But after two years, you don't see much point in it. Your friends had been begging you to cut contact with Joe after the first break up. You'd rarely hold on to exes after the relationship but for some reason, even through all the hurt he'd caused then, you couldn't let him go.

A million reasons kept you tethered to him but you hadn't physically found your way back to him until about a year and a half ago, you ran into him while working in London. Well, technically, he ran into you and you had a coffee stain on your then-brand new top to prove it.

You caught up easily, accepted the invitation to his flat with even more ease. It's been up and down since.

"Joe," you tell Ally, shrugging non-chalantly. She studies your face closely. There's no hint of anxiousness or giddiness. She raises and eyebrow and turns to look. Joe looks the same. Ally sighs before turning back to you.

"Are you gonna say hi?"

"Eventually. Probably." You shrug again.

"Of all the fucking places in LA," Ally scoffs to herself, shifting her body to sit sideways so she can easily look between him at the bar and you in your seat. "Why is he even in LA? Didn't he spend 99% of his time here whining about it last time? I thought he'd never come back after that."

"Who knows." You move your attention to the approaching waiter, nodding as Ally orders another (much stiffer) round of drinkers.

"Maybe he's booked something here." She glances back at him then back to you with an almost accusatory glare.

"Probably." You sigh, shifting uncomfortably under her eyes. "Who cares. I'll deal with him later. Tell me more about Annie's wedding. Is she gonna let you wear the dress?"

Ally groaned, fully distracted by momentary rage at the mention of her sister, who's turned into a Bridezilla the moment she got engaged. The conversation moves quickly past Joe but you keep him in the corner of your eye the whole night.

It's not til' your final round of drinks that Joe finally spots you. He comes charging straight for you, megawatt grin plastered on his face. He's shaved. He looked five to seven years younger than when you last saw him. You'd always liked the scruff but never told Joe that. Seeing him in his baby-faced glory made your heart beat a touch faster.

It was a lot easier to hold him at arms length when he physically...wasn't right there too.

"Laaaaaaadies," he drawls, with a cherubic pink tint blooming across his cheeks from the alcohol. "What a coincidence." He winks at you, much less subtle than he thinks. Ally, of course, doesn't miss it and gives you the same disappointed frown she always does. You'd seen the frown a lot in the last two years. It still made your heart sink.

"Hi Joe." She says with a curt smile, standing up abruptly and Joe startles, stumbling back into an empty table beside you. "Lovely to see you as always." She says to him, total deadpan. Ally then turns to you. "Thanks for dinner. I love you. I'll see you next Thursday." She rounds the table and comes to hug you. "You're better than this. Please realize that." She says in your ear before two-finger saluting Joe and marching out of the restaurant.

Before Joe can say anything, the waiter brings your bill. You pay, leaving a generous tip and fish the lighter out of your purse. You hold it up to Joe in question, no words necessary.

He grins again, like a fool. And grabs your hand to pull you outside.

Your cigarettes aren't even halfway finished when he first leans into kiss you. Finally able to admit to yourself how much you missed him, you flick it to ground and blindly stamp it out with your boot. Without breaking his kiss. Now free, your arms wrap around his neck and pulled him closer. On hand held your face with the same ferocity, craving the same closeness. While his other hand held his still lit cigarette at his side.

"You want to?" He pressed, nosing against your face when you break for air. "Come back with me?" He nods along as he's talking, eyes wide, with the same innocence as if he asked for a simple ride home.

You want to. Could feel the desire to pulsing from the core of your body, heart beat thumping straight to your pussy all night.

But then you heard Ally's voice in your head.

You're better than this.

You look at Joe, smiling as his warm eyes squint in a smile back, eyes squeezing from cheeks pushed so wide. You let your hand savor in the feeling of his soft skin. Then you looked at the cigarette in his hand.

With a sigh, you kiss him firmly again. At first, he thinks how you've chosen to accept his invitation...but then the kiss is cut short. You smile at him again, soft fingers tracing the lines of his lips before you drop your hand to his middle. It only takes a gentle press of your hand to get him to take a step back and give you a little space.

"No." You tell Joe. "Not tonight." But you let him hold your hand until your car arrives. He waves off the driver and opens the door for you himself. You roll down the window to say goodbye but he leans inside it.

"Sick of me already?" He asks, a playful smirk and eyebrow raise poorly masking the hurt deep in the endlessness of his brown eyes.

"No," you tell him sincerely. "I just meant what I said to you last time." For his sake, you don't spare the details with the driver in ear shot but he knows what you mean. Or nods like he does anyway before he kisses your temple and bids you goodnight.

#joseph quinn rpf #joseph quinn x reader

[sc0tters]

if rory does get traded she gets traded to a team where she knows no one, prolly the caps or the predators, and shes so upset shes with no one she knows and struggles to adjust but then she gets traded again right when she was settling in.

I was literally just gonna say I’m in the mood for some Rory and Sidney angst 😭

Say hello to everyone’s new favourite member of the Nashville Predators!

She got called into the Pit board where they told her the next and she was literally cleaning out her locker at midnight because she kept on crying.

Rory wanted to say goodbye to so many people but since she couldn’t (it was late and she had a flight to catch in the morning) she sat in the locker writing out everyone a letter.

Most of them have tears staining them but none of the boys were really ever gonna care about those.

Sidney is crushed though when he walks in and Rory’s locker is empty and her little name tag is gone.

He literally can’t tell where she is until Kris lets out a few tears reading the note, she wrote one for Alex too.

What probably hurt Sidney the most was that hers was short. Like the months they spent together meant nothing and it literally said

Thanks for the best and worst months of my life cap ♡

Even Geno is sad reading his but he can’t help when he lets out a little laugh reading her threat if he ever tells Sidney about what she told him.

Rory hates Nashville.

She’d rather take crying in her apartment again over this.

None of her brothers can really offer any help to her though because they’ve never been traded.

So Jack has John trying to help her and Quinn does the same with Tito.

But those efforts fall short as Rory is sat on the floor of her new apartment with a thing of Chinese food in her lap.

What makes her feel worse is that the penguins are coming to play in just a few days, and that’s meant to be her debut for the team.

#Crosby x hughes au! #Sidney x rory #anons talk aus

[munsonxmayhem]

Just you.

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Warnings:

- angst

- fluff

Requested by Anonymous

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You’d never really been one to get insecure in your relationship. Sure, you’d had the occasional thought, but that was normal. Recently, you’d been under a lot of stress because of school, you were a Med student and lately it’s been really hard; studying occupying most of your free time.

You and Joseph had been dating for a little over a year now, and after his role in Stranger Things, you’ve been seeing him a lot less. He’d offered for you to come to his most recent convention in Canada; but you needed to study for mid-terms.

Scrolling through your phone, taking a brief break from studying, you notice a bunch of fans tweeting about the ‘Eddie and Chrissy Reunion’ and you notice the pictures and videos tagged along with them. They looked so happy to be in each other’s presence, having so much fun together. You couldn’t help the ache of jealousy in your chest as you scrolled through them.

The insecurity had started before this, but only slightly, when you’d noticed all the tweets about how ‘Joseph and Grace belong together’ and all the fans that shipped them together, along with their characters. You’d rarely seen that same sort of affection towards you and Joseph as a couple.

You get it; she’s pretty, talented, smart, and famous. Basically everything you don’t really consider yourself to be. Usually you wouldn’t let this get to you, but you’re just so exhausted from the copious amounts of studying, that’s usually followed by lack of sleep. On top of the fact that you hadn’t seen your boyfriend in so long, and you miss him; achingly so.

You sigh deeply, rubbing your hands against your face. “Fuck.” you groan as you toss your phone onto the mattress. Standing up, you walk to the mirror on your vanity, inspecting every single feature of yours. Thoughts of him and Grace flow through your mind as you stare at your reflection. How you wish it was you he was having that good of a time with, how you wish you could’ve been there, how it would be easier for him to just be with someone that does what he does.

Your phone ringing catches your attention, and you walk over to it. Your phone lights up with an incoming call from Joseph, and your heart squeezes. It’s then that you feel the tear falling down your cheek. Slowly picking it up, you answer.

“Hello?” Your voice is quiet, to keep the tears at bay.

“Hi, darling! I just got done at a photo op, but I thought i’d call before my next Q and A.” His voice is loud and full of life as he speaks to you.

“That’s great, Joe. I’m glad you’re having a good time.” You try your best to be happy for him.

“I am, but I wish you were here.”

Your heart aches at his words, the flashing images of him and Grace in your mind.

“Well at least you’ve got Grace there.” You say without thinking, immediately squeezing your eyes shut.

“What do you mean, darling?” He inquires, confusion lacing his voice.

“Nothing.. just.. nothing.” You sigh. But he doesn’t buy it.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?” His voice is soft and caring.

“Nothing, Joe. You’ve got to get to your uh.. thing, so I’ll just talk to you later, okay?”

He sighs on the other end, knowing you’re right. “Yeah, baby.. Promise, we will talk later.” He states.

You both exchange ‘i love you’s’ and ‘byes’ and end the call, you groan in frustration before throwing yourself on the bed. “What is my problem?” You whisper to yourself.

A few hours passed and you had spent that time studying as much as you could, your eyes burning with exhaustion. You hear your phone ringing from the nightstand, reaching for it you answer the call.

“Hello?” Your voice is hoarse from sleepiness.

“Hey, baby. Just got back to my hotel. You sound tired.” He comforts through the phone.

“I am, I’ve been studying like crazy.” You sigh, closing your textbook and putting it on the stand.

“I’m sorry, darling. I wish you didn’t overwork yourself like this.” He coos, voice gentle.

“I’m fine.” You state, simply.

“Alright, what’s going on? Talk to me, sweetheart.” His voice sounds genuinely worried.

Sighing, you lean your head back against the headboard. “It’s just.. I don’t know, I guess I’m a bit jealous. Or insecure. I keep seeing all these tweets about you and Grace and how happy you guys look together, and it’s not a new thing. It’s just really starting to get to me..” You trail off, eyes trained in the ceiling above.

“Oh, love.. There’s nothing to be insecure and jealous of, okay? We’re just coworkers who haven’t seen each other in a long time, that’s all. You know I love you.” He speaks softly, trying to reassure you.

“But wouldn’t be easier for you to be with her or someone like her? She has the same career as you, she’d be able to travel with you; unlike me, who’s always studying and doing school. Wouldn’t you rather be with her?” You explain, feeling awful for even being like this.

“No, don’t even think that way. I want you, I don’t care how hard it is to be away from you. Seeing you again is what gets me through it, of course I’d love for you to be here but I know you’ve got your own things, your own career you’re working on. I’d still choose you, any day. Just you.” You smile at his words, trying to bring yourself to believe them.

“I just wish it were me you were having fun with there..” You sigh into the phone.

“I know, baby. I wish you were here, too. Stop listening to what the internet has to say, my love. I know what I want, and it’s you. I’ll be home soon, okay?” You can’t help the tears that fall at his words.

“I try not to, you know that. It’s just hard sometimes. All the people telling the world that my boyfriend belongs with someone else.” You admit.

“Well that’s the thing about being able to make my own choices, because I choose you. I’ll always choose you. You mean the most to me. I love you.” You can hear his smile as he tells you.

“I love you.. please come home soon?” Your entire body yearns for him to be near you again.

“Soon, darling. I promise. Now get some sleep, okay? I know you need it.”

“Okay.. I’ll try. I love you, Joseph. Goodnight.”

“I love you. Goodnight, my angel.”

Both of you hang up and you climb under the covers, turning off the light on the stand. You slowly drift asleep to the thought of your loving boyfriend. Unbeknownst to you that he’d already booked a flight home and he’d be there the following morning, that even though he was smiling in the photos and videos; you were all that was on his mind, and he couldn’t take another day without seeing you again.

#joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x fem!reader #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn #eddie munson

[theresattrpgforthat]

Any solo-player/journal games that are a bit more lighthearted, preferably with a focus on character building?

Theme: Light-Hearted, Character-Focused Solo Games.

Hello friend! I have some games here that skew more towards the Light-Hearted end of the scale, while others skew more towards Character Building. I hope one of them fits right in the niche you are looking for!

Souvenirs, by Rémi Töötätä.

You are going on a week-long vacation. You are determined to enjoy every visit you go on and come back home with souvenirs from each day, including one for your friend who is taking care of your pet while you’re away.

During the game, you will keep a journal of the places you’re going to and the souvenirs you’re getting. Draw cards each day of your vacation and use prompts to imagine the places you visit, the items you get as souvenirs and the memories they represent.Make yourself a nice cup of tea, write the diary of your character each day, maybe draw a map of the region and pictures of the items you imagine, or play entirely in your head; and most of all, have a lovely time!

This looks like a very lighthearted game, and the souvenirs you collect as you play seem like excellent tools to convey personal memories. This game is meant to happen over the course of a week, so every morning you can sit down and journal about where your character would visit, and what would catch their eye. As you do so, you’ll also want to think about who you’re buying for, and what kind of connection you have to them. At the end of the game, you’ll have a lovely web of relationships, as well as a little story to take back to your NPC friends.

Hygge Holiday, by Figgins.

Hygge Holiday is a solo journaling RPG set in a cozy small village in a Nordic country.

You’ve travelled home for an extended winter holiday, with lots of vacation time.  Winter is a time to slow down and focus on simple pleasures and good company. Luckily, the Nordic countries offer free health care and university education, on top of many weeks of paid holiday per year, and generous unemployment benefits--meaning less worry, stress and uncertainty, and more time for enjoying the simple pleasures in life. How will you spend your time, and with whom? 

This game probably feels more fitting for the cold weather days, but it certainly looks like a great cozy game none the less. You earn paper snowflakes that reflect your experiences and you will also journal about these memories, which might fit the character-building kind of theme you are looking for!

Etude of the Evening, by Takuma Okada.

Etude of the Evening is a tabletop roleplaying game about recovering lost objects from your brilliant past. It is a hack of Songs for the Dusk by Kavita Poduri and Quinn Vega combined with You Will Destroy Something Beautiful by Samantha Day. Uses a six-sided die, for 1 to 3 players. 1-2 hours.

Overall, I think the tone for this game can vary, but it certainly hits the spot of focusing on your character. You’ll answer questions about who you are at the beginning of the game, and navigate a strange landscape. If you want to focus on a light-hearted tone, then you’ll just want to take descriptive choices that focus on beauty rather than decay.

The Land Beyond, by Cezar Capacle.

You are a raccoon. You lived your whole life on an island but now you have a hot air balloon.

You want to be free and reach The Land Beyond.

The Land Beyond is a solo RPG about letting go and going beyond what you think you could. You travel through wondrous lands living fantastic adventures along the way. 

During your journey, you will have the opportunity to reflect upon the burdens you carry with you and, luckily, let go of them so you can travel even further.

This is a journeying game that looks like it’s probably a little less light-hearted than you’re looking for, but really focuses on character reflection. I like the oracles for events in this book, and the idea of tracking the gas in your balloon in order to see how far you can go. I’m keeping this recommendation in because even if it requires a lot of serious character reflection, at the end of the day, you’re still a raccoon in a hot air balloon - and that just feels whimsical to me.

Creation Myths, by gothHoblin.

Creation Myths is a solo journeying game based on the hero's journey/monomyth narrative template. 

It is designed to help you dive deeper into character creation through the development of a backstory adventure via dice and prompts, and to provide you with new things to think about. It can also work as a way to redevelop existing characters and generate fresh ideas. With multiple modes of play available, all you need is a set of dice and somewhere to write. Let your imagination do the rest!

This is another case of your mileage may vary when it comes to tone, because you’ll be the source of ideas for coming up with a character backstory. This is meant to be pretty genre-agnostic, so you might want to pull from other games or pieces of media to decide what kind of character you want to write backstory for. It’s solely focused on character development, but again, whether or not it’s lighthearted is probably up to you.

Incarnation, by breathing stories.

At some mundane moment, something shifted in you. The number of ‘coincidences’ became too large to be without meaning. The deja vu became impossible to ignore. It hit you, not like a sack of bricks, but like a shawl landing firmly on your shoulders.

This is not your first life. You have lived many others, and now they start trickling in…

In Incarnation, you create a character who has just become aware that the life they are leading is not their first life. Using a tarot deck you will create the story of this character and their past lives, uncovering secrets pleasant and otherwise.

With all that this character has been through, the weight of all they hold, who are they really?

This game has the potential to shift in tone, but since it’s played using a tarot deck, I feel like much of the genre and details will depend on the player’s interpretation. It’s deeply tied to character building, as the game revolves around discovering your character’s past lives. If Anamnesis sounds up your alley, then this game might tick a lot of the same boxes, as it’s built on the same set of rules.

Fox Curio’s Floating Bookshop, by lostwaysclub.

Welcome to the River; a flowing path born at the mountain’s feet. In her high narrows, barely two boats fit lengthwise; a furious pounding of water. From these rocky ravines, she threads her way through the land, until she reaches the Great Sea. Quiet and slow-moving in these lowlands, she provides homes for those who live upon her waters and food for those who live beside her.

Your days are filled with customers, leaks and the irritating nook beetles that bury into the pages of your books. Make friends with regular customers to the bookshop, experience the River as she moves through the different seasons, visit and explore various towns, go fishing in the River's rich waters. Throughout the year, the seasons change and holidays give the chance for you to join in celebrations and festivities with the animalfolk. 

This game is at the top of the list when looking at tone; it’s absolutely lighthearted, but I’m not sure how much it focuses on character building. Most of the focus will be on your customers, but I think as you journal, you have the potential to learn more about your character through the kinds of books they sell and how they deal with customers. Overall the tone of this world is so beautiful and peaceful, it’s on my own list of games I’d love to play.

Games I've Recommended in the Past

Void 1680 AM, by Bannerless Games.

Anamnesis, by Sam Leigh.

Wanderhome, by Jay Dragon.

#dnd #game recommendations #indie ttrpgs #solo games #tabletop games #character building #asks

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

Quinn x fem R where they’re secretly dating and Quinn isn’t out yet, R comes over looking for Q so they can go on a date but she’s with Rachel or someone and R gets the jealous look bc she knows Rachel likes Quinn.

Judy is like: I wouldn’t worry about Rachel, they might be friends but I know Quinn and she only has eyes for you.

R is like: Oh…No! No! No!…I’m not…

Judy: 😑🤨 *looks at R’s clothes and how they’re sitting*

R: *not sitting normally and wearing so much flannel*

Okay…

Judy: I’m her mother, I know things, I’ll wait until she’s ready but I already knew the second you came in and picked her up to ‘go to the movies with Kurt and Mercades’

R: We did go to the movies!

Judy: yes but you went alone and had dinner after…I’m just glad you treat her better than that Puckerman.

Q: What’s going on here?

Judy: Just talking about your ‘friends’ offer to volunteer at the clothing drive at our church

R: *nods*

*later*

Q: You don’t have to do the drive you know?

R: Yeah I know, Just want to test the theory of me going up into flames when I set foot in there.

Q: If I can get in so can you 😭

*starts making out*

*Judy’s singing gets louder so they push away and R just smirks bc she knows Judy is doing it on purpose to scare Quinn and give her a push into coming out*

Judy: Here’s your laundry Quinnie, (R) you have her lipstick on your neck and Quinnie you’ve got a very dark hickey. So let’s be honest sweetheart. I don’t care. I’m just glad you won’t get pregnant again. *leaves*

Quinn x Reader

With excited steps, you make your way to the front door of the Fabray house. There was a planned date with Quinn and you were buzzing with anticipation. You and Quinn had been dating for a good while now, especially by Quinn's usual standards. You were the one who stuck around for the longest and you intended to stay.

Of course, being Quinn's first girlfriend had its downsides. Well, one downside. You had to keep your relationship a secret. Quinn wasn't out to anyone yet and wasn't ready to do so yet. It didn't bother you though. You understood the struggles of taking control of your queerness. If you hadn't been forced yourself, it would've taken a while for you to come out as well.

But now wasn't the time for thinking like that. You're knocking on the door and ready to enjoy a night with Quinn. You grin brightly when the door opens and it doesn't fade even when Quinn's mother, Judy, answers the door.

"Oh! Hey Ms. Fabray. Is Quinn here?"

Judy smiles fondly at you before inviting you in. "Hello, Y/N. Quinnie isn't home right now." You plop down on the couch while Judy grabs a drink for you. "She's with Rachel right now. Something about a duet for Glee."

When she hands you a glass of water, she notices the frown on your face. You couldn't hold it back. You knew Rachel had a thing for Quinn. And since you and Quinn were a secret, Rachel was constantly trying to worm her way into the blonde's good graces. It annoys you, but you don't have any way to deal with it without outing Quinn.

The feeling of someone soothing your brow draws you out of your mind. Blinking a few times, you look up at the older woman smiling at you with a bit of amusement on her face.

"Oh, don't worry about Rachel, dear. They may be friends, but I know Quinn only has eyes for you."

You blink again. And a few more times before you sputter an almost incoherent line of words.

"Wh-uh... No. We aren't... I'm not! Quinn's definitely not. We haven't... Uhh.. nah. No. We uhh.. ummm..."

When you finally stop trying to explain yourself, your eyes cautiously land on Judy only to see an amused look on her face. As soon as she knows she has your attention, her eyes pointedly move to look at your clothes and the way you were sitting. Suddenly self-conscious, you take a look at yourself.

You were wearing skinny jeans with boots. A t-shirt covered your torso and a flannel shirt covered that. The sleeves of that flannel were rolled up to your elbows and your forearms had bracelets and a leather cuff adorned on them. The way you sat didn't help either seeing how you had your legs spread out with your elbows resting on your thighs. Almost immediately you sit a bit more proper.

"You uh... You have a point." You rub the back of your neck in anxiety. This wasn't how you wanted to come out to Quinn's mother. Said woman just gives you a fond smile.

"It's all right, Y/N. I'm a mother. I've known about you two for a long time. Ever since you picked her up to go to the movies," her hands rise to form air quotes, "'with Kurt and Mercedes.'"

"But we did go to the movies!" You countered. The elder woman just raised an eyebrow. It was eerily similar to Quinn's.

"Yes you did. Alone. And you went to dinner afterwards. Alone." She moves to sit closer to you and pats your head. "Like I said. It's all right. I'm just glad you treat her better than Noah."

You smile at Judy, who had very quickly become a second mother to you when you first met. Her hand cups your face and you almost tear up at the amount of love and acceptance in her eyes. The moment doesn't last as Quinn opens the door and enters the home. Judy's hand drops to your shoulder when the young blonde's eyes land on the both of you.

"What's going on here?" She asks, a little apprehensive. Her mother just stands and brushes off her skirt of invisible dust.

"Nothing at all, Quinnie. I was just talking to your..." Judy gives you a look. "Friend about the clothing drive at the church. She volunteered to help us out." You give a grin and nod.

"Yup. More than happy to help out."

Quinn just looks at the two of you with suspicion before grabbing your arm and ushering you to her room.

"Okay then... C'mon Y/N."

When you're finally in her room, she closes the door.

"You know you don't have to do the drive." She shakes her head at you. You just shrug.

"Eh. Honestly I'm just curious to see if I'll really burst into flames when I step foot on holy ground." Quinn rolls her eyes with a soft laugh. She pulls you close and wraps her arms around your neck.

"If I can go into a church, you definitely can." You just answer with a smirk before pressing your lips against hers.

Quinn lets out a soft hum of approval and pushes you towards her bed. Your knees hit the edge of the bed and you sit down, allowing Quinn to crawl onto and straddle your lap. You pull her impossibly closer and let your hands roam her body. Her own hands comb through your hair, gently pulling at it to tip your head back and expose your neck. As soon as that happens, her lips are kissing up and down your neck. A low moan escapes your lips and your hands move to caress her thighs, touching the skin hidden under her dress. Eventually, you need your mouth to do more and you duck your head to attack the blonde's neck. Her head tilts back and she clings onto you as your teeth and tongue assault her skin.

Your hands almost reach a little higher on her thighs when you suddenly hear Judy's voice coming towards you, singing 'Papa Don't Preach.' Quinn immediately pushes you away and hops off of your lap to the spot next to you. You're now on your back, trying to get your breathing back in check. By the time you manage to sit up, a knock sounds on the door and opens.

"Quinnie! I have your laundry." The older blonde waltzes on in to drop the hamper off. Taking a quick glance at the two of you, she almost laughs. Quinn is blushing hard and trying not to look at you or her mother. You're wearing an amused smirk on your face. Judy walks up to you and fixes your hair.

"Honey, you have some lipstick on your neck." You absent-mindedly wipe at the spot Quinn's lips were once at. She then turns to Quinn and places her hand on her daughter's chin to turn her head.

"And you are going to have a very dark hickey." She pointedly looks at you, causing you to bashfully look away. The woman places her hands on her lips and looks at you both.

"I'll be honest. I don't care that you're together. I'm glad to see how happy you two are. I'm just happy you won't get pregnant again." She kisses you both on the cheek and heads out the room, closing the door. You and Quinn just gape at the door before looking at each other.

"Heh..." You start. "At least we don't have to hide from your mom anymore?" Quinn just lets out a scoff of disbelief.

"That was... Surprisingly easy."

"Your mom just wants you to be happy. She loves you." The blonde smiles at that.

"I love her too..." She turns to look at you. "And I love you."

#a dragon tries to write #quinn fabray x reader #quinn fabray imagine #quinn fabray #glee imagine #asks #requests