#I have enough wipsssssssssss

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

If I were trying to summon you, I’d put Barry Allen, Eobard Thawne, Zoom, a selection of whumping tools, and a meta dampening collar in the summoning circle.

You summon me but the plot bunnies follow and immediately start buzzing around the room at mach 2 while multiplying like tribbles. Picture this but there’s thousands all of once

[lochnesswriter]

I wanna know about all the wipsssssssssss

But Quinn’s doc for reasons has me 👀👀👀👀

Lol, so this is the first "Quinn just bratting" fic I started, and then got distracted by other wips (because y'all are insatiable, let's be real😂)

I may have already snipped it, and I don't think I've updated since, but here you go anyway

“Maybe I just didn't want to watch Neal damage those talented hands of his, messing with something he shouldn't. Me, though?” Quinn flipped the knife, then threw it with unerring accuracy at the target board on the wall. “Well, doll, I ain't gonna damage anything I'm not aiming for.” The second the knife left his hand, Eliot was already halfway across the room. Quinn didn't look all that interested in picking up another one, eyes bright and focused on his Dom, but Eliot wasn't taking any chances. The trouble was, Quinn knew him far too well and was ready when Eliot reached for him. It was more of a controlled scuffle than a spar, both of them aware of their surroundings and working to avoid collisions and any kind of mess they'd have to clean up later, but it took them from one end of the room clear across to the other. When they finally tumbled onto a couch, Eliot managed to yank Quinn across his knee and lock an arm around his waist before he could move any further. “This doesn't feel fair,” Quinn said, wiggling a little, as if the entire situation was a surprise to him. But Eliot knew his sub better than that. The man was definitely a brat, and clearly in the mood to act up, but he was also more than skilled enough to give the impression of resisting even as he followed Eliot’s lead all the way to their current position. Quinn liked the song and dance. And Eliot enjoyed having a partner who could keep up with him that way. That didn’t mean he wasn't gonna roast the boy's ass, though.