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cyberhughes · 5 days ago

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hard read but i’m harder💦💦💦

no for real he’s giving me the ick like who even is this guy😂😂😂👎👎👎cheats then starts crying bro relax

anyways i love you

SHORT N' SWEET.

PAIRING quinn hughes x fem!reader

SUMMARY yours and quinn's relationship as told by songs from sabrina carpenters album, short n' sweet.

NOTE this is dedicated to my wife, @isaadore the number one quinn hughes enjoyer<3 always spoiling me so here's me returning the favor heh i hope you enjoy bbg. juni comeback era okay now i promise i’m gonna post for my au sorry chat

WARNINGS lowkey out of character quinn i don't think he's this bold, swearing, casual drinking, suggestive but no smut, cheating, manipulation, i think that's it!

word count: 3.8k

TRACK 01. BUSY WOMAN ♬⋆.˚

the echoing sound of your heels clicking filled the hallway of your apartment, a coffee in hand and a confidence holding your head up high. your hair fell and swayed softly against your back, entrancing anyone who preceded your steps.

you didn't pay any mind to the familiar faces of your neighbors as you breezed past them in a hurry, and you didn't pay any mind to the grey orbs that burned into your skin the second you stepped into the elevator. you pressed the main floor button with a light hand, before stepping back and checking your wrist watch.

shit.

the hum of the elevator as well as the consistent stopping of floors began to test your patience. you sighed as you glanced at the floor indicator, why are there so many floors? seeing movement in your peripheral vision, your gaze naturally fell onto the unfamiliar face who had been standing in the elevator before you.

an unfamiliar face that looked at you like he had seen you in another lifetime. you gave him a tight lipped smile before looking back to the floor indicator, avoiding any possible awkward interaction.

though you had looked away, you didn't fail to notice the way his lips quirked up into a smile as he scanned your features.

you turned your head to him, hair whipping around your shoulder, "got a staring problem?" your eyes burned with annoyance, a contrast to the smile on your face.

"woah, a guy can't admire a pretty girl?" his response caught you off guard, any other guy would have muttered a quick sorry before staring at the floor like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

you furrowed your brows as you scoffed, typical man. though, you could admit that his confidence was intriguing. your eyes fell over his messy brown hair, some stray strands falling to the front of his face, but not enough to cover the enticing gleam in his eyes.

"who's got a staring problem now?" he spoke and you rolled your eyes, huffing and turning to face the reflective steel of the elevator door.

the final ding of the elevator sent relief over your body, and you instantly rushed out. your steps quick as you glanced at your watch for the thousandth time that morning.

you groaned when you heard the same voice that challenged you in the elevator call out, and though you wanted to continue your pace and look ahead, something in you made you stop and look back.

"hey," he jogged five steps towards you, keys clinking in his pocket. "i uh, i'm sorry."

you narrowed your eyes at his words, "sorry for what?"

"if i made you uncomfortable in the elevator, i promise i'm not usually a douchebag." he rubbed his nape, a small blush tinting his cheeks before he continued, "i just thought you were really pretty, hence the staring."

you nodded your head slowly, poking the inside of your cheek with your tongue. he did sound like a douchebag, but in all fairness, you were the one who started the hostile interaction.

"it's fine. and thank you, i guess." you gave him a tight lipped smile, ready to turn on your heels and continue on with your morning.

"could i grab your number?" he blurted out quickly, the blush on his cheeks growing darker.

he was handsome, and seemed to be witty; you'd give him that. but there was no room for dating in your routine, a man was out of the question.

"i'm sorry..." you dragged out your words and he got the queue.

"quinn. quinn hughes."

"quinn." you nodded. "i'm sorry but," you glanced at your watch before looking back up to him with a sheepish smile on your face. "i'm a busy woman."

he chuckled and nodded, putting his hands in his pockets. "don't be sorry. guess i'll see you around," he cracked a cheesy smile, "busy woman."

it was your turn to blush. you didn't get a chance to admire his smile for too long before he turned around to walk away.

you didn't know it yet, but quinn hughes would wiggle his way into your schedule.

TRACK 02. 15 MINUTES ♬⋆.˚

the floor was sticky and the air was warm as you took down a shot of tequila, your face scrunching in disgust as your friends cheered and clapped.

you weren't a huge drinker, but loved the way the tequila spread a warmth through your chest, letting the stress of work projects and unanswered emails leave your body.

one of your friends, sydney, had stood up clapping her hands together in a swift motion, catching everyone’s attention. she feigned a serious expression before she let a toothy grin take over her face.

“let’s go dance!”

the dance floor was cramped and hot, and there shouldn’t have been such little space between bodies as you all moved with the music to the center of the floor, but with the smiles on your friends faces and the beat flowing through your body—as well as the alcohol—you couldn’t find any reason to care with your hands in your hair and your hips swaying to the rhythm as if no one was watching.

one of your friends had tapped your shoulder before leaning in to speak into your ear, the music being far too loud to hear anything properly. “what?” you yelled, asking for confirmation at her words.

“that guy over there is staring at you!”

your head turned over your shoulder to see who she was talking about.

there was no way.

from across the floor you stared into those fiery eyes you had seen in the elevator two weeks ago, the fiery eyes that had been lingering in the back of your mind—unwillingly. there weren’t enough hours in a day, yet you found yourself wasting every one thinking back to the first man to leave you dumbfounded.

you wanted him to look away. you thought you wanted him to look away. but as his eyes trailed down your body you couldn’t help the small smirk that formed on your lips.

stop it.

maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the fact that you denied yourself any fun for the past year and secretly yearned to get back in the game. either way, you couldn’t fight the excitement that bubbled in your chest as you turned back to your friend, whispering in her ear and leaving a grin on her face, “i’ll be right back.”

you didn’t look back to him as you made your way to the bar, leaning your weight onto your elbows as you rested on the counter while slightly jutting your ass out, waiting for the bar tender. you fought the smile that tried to form as you saw him approaching in the corner of your eye.

you quirked a brow with feigned shock, “you again?”

he chuckled as he set down his glass onto counter, shrugging his shoulders with a nonchalant smile on his face, “didn’t i tell you i’d see you around?” you nearly cracked a smile, it wasn’t often you’d find someone who’d tease just as much as you did.

he shifted his posture so the his side was leaning against the bar, hands finding his way into the front pockets of his jeans in a calm manner, “so what are you doing here?”

“what do you mean?” your hair fell to the side side as you tilted your head, his eyes watching the way you batted your eyelashes.

“I mean, didn’t you say you’re a busy woman? didn’t think you’re the type to spend your time in sticky bars.”

“been thinking about me?” you teased, smirking.

“how could i not?”

you felt the heat spreading on your cheeks, it was the alcohol you’d tell yourself, but from across the bar your friends would see that a man was beginning to beat you at your own game, that you had finally found yourself in a situation where you had no comeback.

you watched his eyes flicker to your lips before you regained your composure, standing upright. “you’re bold, quinn hughes.”

he didn’t say anything, just smiling and nodding at you with hooded eyes.

after a moment of tension he spoke, “never got your name.” he said almost as a question.

“no? i think you’re gonna have to earn it.” you giggled before pulling your phone out of your back pocket, checking the time. “aw man, I’m so sorry quinn,” teasingly emphasizing that you had his name, and he didn’t have a clue as to who you were, “but my friends and i are leaving soon.”

he stepped closer, “give me fifteen.” you didn’t back away as you looked up at him, your confidence growing by the second. “only fifteen?” you pouted in false disappointment.

your breath hitched as he leaned down, lips almost grazing your ear, “I can do a lot with fifteen minutes."

you were lying of course, you weren’t planning on leaving any time soon—and you had definitely given him more than fifteen minutes when you found yourself in a cramped bathroom stall, your hands tangled in his shaggy brown hair while his lips left hot kisses down the column of your neck.

the heat of his hands shifting from your hips to the exposed skin of your waist was more intoxicating than anything you had to drink that night, and the way his lips molded against yours would leave you drunker than ever.

“y/n.” you muttered out, eyes fluttering closed at his ministrations that he soon stopped after your words, looking back to you with hooded eyes blown with want.

“what?” he breathed out and you smiled softly, cocking your head to the side, “my name.”

his eyes glistened as he repeated it softly, you felt his heartbeat thumping against your hands as you smoothed them down his chest.

he broke into a boyish grin before finding your lips again, kissing you for what wouldn’t be the last time that night.

TRACK 03. BAD REVIEWS ♬⋆.˚

quinn hughes had managed to worm his way into your life completely. stolen glances and sneaking away together at the bar, risky flirting in the elevator and coming over to your apartment at ungodly hours of the night.

he had managed to break down your walls, your once uptight and anxious demeanor fading away and being replaced with something more care free and relaxed.

your friends noticed it, your family noticed it, even your coworkers noticed it.

you had been officially dating for four months, after him taking you on a proper date just the week after your heated second encounter at the bar.

though four months wasn’t a lot in the grand scheme of things, you found every moment of your spare time being spent with him, like you were a clingly teenager.

of course, you didn’t let this new relationship completely distract you from your work and goals—though sometimes it did.

that happens to everyone in a relationship though, right?

your tongue burned at the heat of your coffee as you caught up with an old friend in a local cafe, her going on about her girlfriend’s family issues as you nodded, listening intently.

“and what about you, back in the dating scene?” she wiggled her brows and you chuckled, setting down the warm mug.

“i am, it’s still pretty new though.” you replied and she nodded with a smile as you went on about your first interaction in the elevator, and how you felt even more confident with him around.

“what’s his name?” she questioned.

“quinn.” she smiled at the name, “aw, that’s a cute name. what’s the last?”

you watched her smile falter as you told her.

letting out a confused chuckle, you furrowed your brows, “what’s with the face?”

“i just…i think I’ve heard of him.” you felt your stomach twist at her words.

“how so?” you questioned, sipping your drink to calm yourself down. you didn’t like the way she frowned as she adjusted her posture, like she was getting ready to tell you definitely didn’t want to hear.

“one of my friends uh,” your eyes narrowed as you watched her search for her words. “well they dated a while back, and apparently he was super manipulative and also a…cheater. i’m not too sure about specifics, but generally just some bad reviews.”

you felt sick at her words. that wasn’t the quinn you knew, but that’s probably what every girl thinks when they get told that their boyfriend isn't who they think he is.

she watched the way you fell silent, lips quivering as a million thoughts raced through your head.

placing a hand on yours she spoke, “i’m sorry,” she looked at you with sympathetic eyes. “i don’t know what he’s like now, but i really don’t want you to get hurt.”

you nodded, putting on a small but fake smile. you glaced at your watch, something you did far too often. you weren't even looking at the time, but rather trying to not seem awkward. “i uhm, i need to go.” you got out of your chair, the bottom screeching against the floor louder than you intended to, earing some looks from the other patrons.

“it was nice seeing you.” you said as you pulled her into a hug, her mumbling another apology before letting you go.

you didn’t head straight for your car, but opted to go for a quick walk around the block to clear your head.

you were never the type to make excuses for a man, and you were never the type to lose sight of your worth.

but the way your heart thumped rapidly against your ribcage and anxiety bubbled in your chest proved that you weren’t that type anymore.

he wasn’t that type of man anymore, you thought.

that’s not the same man who’d pull you back into the warmth of your sheets in the morning as you tried to get ready.

that’s not the same man who’d pepper your face with kisses and ‘i love you’s as you tried to leave for work in the morning.

that’s not the same man who’d bring you food when you didn’t have time to cook, shutting your laptop as he told you to relax with him on the couch.

but it was.

and though you knew you should’ve confronted him the second your friend told you the rumors, but you bit your tongue, and chose to stay in love with him.

quinn hughes had broken down your walls, breaking down who you were without you even knowing it.

TRACK 04. COINCIDENCE ♬⋆.˚

you let out an exasperated sigh as you rolled off of his body and onto your back, letting him kiss your sweaty hairline and pull the sheets over your body, fingers brushing over your sensitive skin.

“so beautiful,” he whispered leaning over you to place a gentle kiss to your lips before he stood up, throwing his pyjama pants on. “i’ll get you water, just wait here baby.”

you nodded as your eyes fluttered closed. they didn’t remain closed for long though, your peaceful state interrupted by the vibration of his phone on the side table.

you wouldn’t have minded, but it was buzzing quite a bit.

your thoughts immediately went back to the conversation you had with your friend two weeks ago.

you had tried to fight the sore feeling in your chest as you ignored the truth.

he made his way back into your room, glass of water with five ice cubes in hand, just how you liked it.

“thank you.” you took the glass from his warm hands. “uhm, your phone’s kinda blowing up.” you eyed the back of his phone case and he raised his brows, “oh, really?”

he walked over to the other side of the bed, and you attempted to hide the way your eyes tried to see the notifications on his home screen, his home screen that was a picture of the two of you.

you couldn’t catch a glimpse.

“oh, it’s just my mom.” the boyish grin you loved falling over his face. “i’m gonna step out to take this, seems important. drink your water.” he winked before walking out the door, and you didn’t fail to notice his steps get quicker after exiting your bedroom, making his way out and into the hallway of your apartment.

you hated the way you continued to push away the gut feeling that it wasn’t just his mom, and you hated the way you told yourself that you were simply paranoid from some stories you had heard that took place in the past.

the paranoia that kept growing when he’d stop showing you things on his phone, always leaving it screen down on the table.

the paranoia that kept growing when the two of you ran into an old friend of his while on a date, claiming that she was in the city for the week.

the paranoia that kept growing as you watched the way she’d make quinn’s group of friends laugh harder than you ever had.

the paranoia that grew as you kissed him, trying to ignore that his mind was clearly on something, or someone else.

you tried and you tried to fight the feeling, but you knew you were right.

you should have put the pieces together the second your friend revealed his past. you should have known that all this time he wasn’t trying to help you or shape you into a better person.

he was carefully sabotaging your life in every possible way.

his slender fingers danced along the skin of your back as you cuddled into his chest that night, nothing but the sound of the breeze brushing through the curtains filling the room.

that damn phone buzzed again, and you felt his warmth leave you as he shifted to grab it.

he thought you were asleep as he whispered words you couldn’t quite hear into his phone.

he thought you were asleep as he threw on a hoodie before gently pulling the covers over your body.

he thought you were asleep when he quietly tip toed out of your bedroom, careful to not step on any of the spots of your floor that creaked.

you definitely weren’t asleep when you heard the sound of your front door lock at three am.

for the past week that she had been in town, he’d leave you cold and alone in your bed during the hours where he should have been cuddled up next to you.

what a coincidence.

TRACK 05. DUMB AND POETIC ♬⋆.˚

you couldn’t fight the lump in your throat as you sat on your couch, the living room only illuminated by a single lamp.

you felt your stomach twist and turn as you listened to his keys jangle on the other side of your door, a key he’d soon return to you.

you felt defeated as he walked in, a calm smile on his face and a box of pizza in hand, like nothing was wrong in the world.

like nothing was wrong when your intuition told you to check his messages last night while he gently snored. messages that were filled with planned dates and sweet nothings that weren’t intended for you. you felt queasy as you looked at the pictures she had shared with him, wearing less and less as they got more recent.

“hey, why do you look so glum baby?” he gently rested the pizza on your kitchen counted before walking towards you, eyes narrowing in confusion when he saw the cardboard box rested on your coffee table.

“what’s that?” he questioned with a smile, peering over and looking inside.

his clothes that you once wore, his self help book that found a home on your nightstand, his beanies that you’d beg him to take off, and the picture frame holding the two of you together.

“why…why is this all here?” he laughed uncomfortably as searched your eyes, but there was nothing there.

he kneeled down to your position, taking your hands in yours as you stared at him with a blend of disappointment and pity.

you averted his eyes, turning your head and trying to hide the tears that formed. it hurt, you weren’t enough for him. he had pursued you first, you weren’t even looking for love, it wasn't on the table for you. but in the end it was you that wasn’t enough.

“is it…is this about jessica?” he asked gently and you scoffed, wiping a tear that slipped.

“that stupid name.” you muttered. “you found out something is wrong, and the first thing on your mind is her?”

“what are you taking about? if this is...baby i’ve never cheated on you!" he looked pathetic, groveling and begging for forgiveness for something that you hadn't even confirmed.

“i never said that you did." pulling your hands away from his for what would your hands away and his mouth dropped open, wanting to speak word’s but they wouldn’t come out. his reaction was truth enough.

and for the first time, quinn didn't have anything to say.

“you’ve got it all wrong.” he brushed a hand through his hair “i only love you, i think i’ve loved you since the day i saw you in the elevator.”

“you think?”

“don’t do that.” he shook his head as he stood up, running his palm over his face as he tried to calm himself.

“why are you getting so mad? you’re the one who put us in this situation.”

“fuck, y/n.” he paced around your living room, "you're putting words in my mouth." he looked at you sternly, like a dad scolding his child. "i didn't fucking do anything, okay?" your body turned itself away from him as he raised his voice, he had never talked to you in such a way.

he always talked to you with a gentle tone, always so soft and well spoken.

maybe the quinn you knew, wasn't him at all.

"i think you should go, quinn." your voice was hushed, barely above a whisper as you grabbed the box, raising it in front of you for him to take.

"y/n...please..." you hated the way his expression instantly flipped as he pleaded. "you love me, don't you?"

you felt sick. he was grasping for straws, trying to manipulate you into feeling bad, to make you feel like you'd be nothing without him.

but you were nothing with him, and everything without him.

"go." you repeated, tears slipping down your cheeks.

he scoffed, any sign of remorse gone just as fast as it appeared. you couldn't believe you were so blind to it before. acting all kind and protective when you needed him, but now looking at you with hatred in his eyes when you didn't.

he didn't take the box, instead shaking his head and walking out of your apartment, and your relationship.

a relationship built on performative empathy and false sensitivity.

how dumb and poetic.

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