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puck-luck · 2 months ago

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this was born out of a text exchange between me and cappy where i rewatched the "coming home" youtube video and quinn had the audacity to bend over the edge of the table like a SLUT. my message about that moment was "I HATE him for putting his leg up on the edge like this (and you know what? Bea would fuck him on the pool table fs)". Cappy replied: "also - circling back to the fucking on the pool table. yes i do think that should be included in bea’s book. love that both girls fuck their men on the pool table". then I discussed how Bea is going to ask how it was for Honey because position-wise, she wasn't super comfy "And then honey’s going to be like “bruh” and then bea will be like “aw that’s so cute of us, we fucked our guys in the same place 😊 we’re basically semen sisters” and honey is going to be so affronted". So that's what inspired this. I started having visions when I was supposed to work on my grad school essay, so I needed to write it down to get it out of my mind.

HERE! is the beaquinn pool table sex. if you want to know what's happening with honeytrev at the same time as this, you can reread days 30-33 in Chapter 5 of stg. LOVE YOU! say it back. ENJOY!

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Bea almost doesn’t want to leave Quinn’s bed when she hears the front door creak open, signaling the brothers’s return from Las Vegas. It’s warm in here and the pillow smells like Quinn. Her t-shirt will have to do. It’s Quinn’s old yellow Michigan t-shirt, which falls big on her but not big enough to cover her behind. The hardwood floor is cold as she makes her way out of bed and throws the sheets back into place, tiptoeing down the hall and the stairs without making the floor creak too much. Bea undoes the messy braid on the back of her head, knowing how Quinn likes it when her hair is loose for him to play with. She shakes out her hair as she creeps down the stairs, the whispers of the brothers getting louder with each step.

“Jack, the door–” Luke hisses just before the front door bangs shut.

Bea stifles a giggle by pressing her fingers over her lips, still hiding in the shadows of the staircase.

The boys stand in almost identical poses, shoulders tense and heads ducked. They’re waiting for one of their housemates to wake up and get mad at them for making so much noise. They’re lucky– Cole’s been dead to the world since about 10:30 and Trevor went to bed around 11 after he talked with Honey. Bea doesn’t know exactly what happened, since Honey is still so unsure about this Trevor thing, with good reason, but she knows that Honey had to remind him to think before he speaks. Bea is so glad she doesn’t have that problem– Quinn loves to think before he speaks. The other boys are less thoughtful, but she’s never had to chew them out for saying something stupid.

“Close one, eh?” Jack whispers, although he’s bad at whispering, so his voice just seems softer than normal.

Bea steps out of the shadows, staying close to the wall like it’ll camouflage her bright yellow shirt.

“Bea,” Quinn breathes out, noticing her immediately. He sets his suitcase down next to him, a smile growing on his face when he recognizes her outfit.

“You’re late,” Bea whispers, matching his grin. “You said 1:30.”

“Sorry,” Quinn says, but he doesn’t seem all that sorry.

“There was a crash on 77,” Luke adds. “Pretty bad. Probably better that it happened in the middle of the night, since there weren’t as many cars on the road.”

Bea hums. “That’s sad.”

“Have you been up this whole time?” Jack asks. “It’s late.”

Bea shakes her head. “Slept a little bit.”

“Oh, yeah?” Jack grins. “Whose bed?”

Stupid. Bea snorts, taking a few more steps until she’s in front of him. She lifts her hand and squishes his cheeks between her fingers. “Not yours,” she says. “G’night, Jacky.”

He makes a kissing noise at her, then steps back and bumps into the table in the hall. “Oops,” he mumbles. “Night, Bea.”

Luke echoes a goodnight and pats Bea on the back, holding both his and Quinn’s suitcases in his hands. The brothers squeeze past her, leaving Quinn and Bea in the dark alone.

She grins at him, bouncing a little bit on her tiptoes out of excitement. She’s missed him. Quinn smiles back, his eyes glinting in the darkness. He’s the first to step forward, sweeping her up into his arms in a tight hug. He buries his face in her neck, letting his arms push her shirt up so that he can touch the smooth expanse of her back. Bea wraps her arms over his shoulders and plays with his hair, breathing him in. He smells a little bit like airport, but the scent of his sandalwood shampoo is stronger than ever.

“You shower this morning?” Bea asks, pinching the close-cut strands on the back of his head between her fingers.

“God, I knew you were going to comment on that,” Quinn groans, pulling away from her. His hands rest on Bea’s waist, pinkies brushing the band of her cheeky underwear. “I was on a plane for like five hours, babe.”

Bea’s stomach twists at the pet name, her cheeks turning a little red and her mouth widening somehow further. She admires Quinn for a moment, eyes cataloging how his face looks sharper with his stubble only just growing back. Her eyes pass over the scar on his cheek. Honey only just noticed it the other night. It’s one of Bea’s favorite things about his face– tied for first with, well, everything else.

She realizes that she’s gone too long without replying, mostly because the edges of Quinn’s lips are tilting upward in an amused way.

“Hey, winner,” Bea greets, tilting her head to kiss him hello. “Missed you.”

Quinn breathes out a tiny laugh, kissing her again like a reply. “I missed you, too. Was thinking about you the whole time.”

Bea faux-gasps. “You were thinking about me, but you didn’t even thank me in your speech?”

Quinn chuckles, a little louder this time. His thumb runs along her hip, petting the skin there. It makes Bea’s sides feel warm, like the friction is sending shocks through her body. “Oh, come on. How would that have sounded?”

“‘And thank you to Bea McLean, the best person I’ve ever met’...?” Bea teases, blinking at Quinn. “Obviously. Sounds pretty good to me.”

Quinn shakes his head, still smiling fondly. He rolls his eyes a little bit, but he concedes. “I’ll work it in next time.”

“I’m expecting it. First back-to-back Norris winner since Nicklas Lindstrom, yeah?”

“Lidstrom, baby,” Quinn corrects. He pulls Bea close again, hugging her for the second time. His hands rub up and down her back again and Bea swears that she can feel his fingerprints as he moves. “You tired?”

“I slept a little. Are you tired?”

“Had a coffee at the airport ‘cause I’m stupid,” Quinn replies. His voice turns sarcastic, overly dramatic and trying to get her sympathy. “And the boys were draining me, they’re so annoying.”

Bea pats his chest. “You love them,” she reminds him.

Quinn’s easy to break. “Yeah,” he agrees. “They’re pretty great.” He pauses, eyes flickering over her face akin to how she surveyed him earlier. “Wanna go watch a movie?”

“Movie will put me to sleep. We can play a round of pool, if you want. Keep your winning streak going,” Bea teases.

“You just want to bend over in front of me,” Quinn bites back, laughing. His hands go to her behind, covering Bea’s cheeks with his palms. “Distract me with your panties.”

“It would be more distracting if I wasn’t wearing them,” Bea points out, wiggling back into Quinn’s touch.

“I think you’re already distracting enough in my Michigan shirt,” Quinn says. “C’mon. Let’s go downstairs. You can fill me in on the past couple days while you lose.”

He’s got that playful tone in his voice again, the one that Bea loves. It’s so domestic, the way that she and Quinn talk to each other. They’ve got a vibe about them, something that fits like a puzzle piece, but Bea is getting too far ahead of herself. It’s not even July. They’re just having fun, by her own design. So what if he calls her ‘baby’ and it makes her stomach flip-flop every time?

They’re still trying to be quiet as they head down to the basement, making sure to close the door behind them. Quinn racks the balls and Bea chooses her usual stick– she only knows which one it is because it’s got a chip about ⅓ of the way down the shaft– and starts to tell him what he missed.

“Honey tried to ban Trevor from the store because he’s bad at being a person,” Bea starts. “I don’t know the drama, but apparently he doesn’t think.”

“Have they fucked yet?” Quinn asks, rounding the table and stationing himself to break the rack. Bea never breaks when they play. She’s not very good at hitting one ball, much less strategically breaking up a group of fifteen. “Or are they still stuck on him fingering her in the back room?”

“They’re still stuck. She likes him so much, though, she just won’t admit it,” Bea continues. She looks at the table. Quinn made one of the stripes in off of his break– 14 maybe– so he’s trying to pick his second ball now.

“She’ll get there. It’s kind of like a tree falling, isn’t it,” Quinn says. He lines up the 11-ball with the pocket and knocks it in, then purposefully bumps off the wall in a meaningless shot so that Bea has a chance. “Takes a while, but once she’s down, she’s down.”

Hmm. “I’ve never thought of it like that,” Bea tells him. “That’s smart, Q. You’re right.” She eyes the 5-ball, since it’s kind of in the way of all of the ones she wants to get to. Might as well move it. Bea crosses the table and shoots it off to the other side of the table. A problem for later.

“You can’t try to lose on purpose,” Quinn chides.

“I’m not trying to lose on purpose, I just wanted to get that one out of the way,” Bea argues back.

Quinn rolls his eyes and sighs. “You should’ve shot at the 7.”

Bea side eyes him. “Don’t tell me what I should’ve done. Mansplainer.”

Quinn shrugs. “Just trying to help.” He focuses on his next shot. “What’d you do after we left?”

“Worked. I dragged Honey here to watch the Awards, we played Uno– I won, by the way, and I’ll school you next time we play–” Quinn interrupts her with a laugh, narrowly missing a pocket when the ball bounces off the corner edge. “I called you after you won, and then we broke out the hot tub earlier today.”

That catches Quinn’s interest. “Oh, yeah?” He asks. “You took a dip? Did Cole try anything stupid?”

Bea hears the insinuation immediately. “No, Cole and I didn’t hook up while you were gone,” she says with a tinge of fake exasperation in her voice. “I told you over the phone on Thursday, I only have sex with men who have won the James Norris trophy.”

Quinn laughs aloud, throwing his head back. “How long is that going to last?” He teases. “Just so I can know when I’m back to graciously sharing you with the other boys.”

Bea groans. When they’re alone, Quinn always flaunts how he was the first and how he’s her favorite. He gets a kick out of acting like he’s special and Bea pretends to hate it. He is special, but he doesn’t need to know that. “I can still go up to Jack’s bed now, you know.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Bea leans over to shoot at one of her solids. It bounces off a wall and changes directions. “That’s all that happened this weekend, really. Tell me about Vegas. Lose any money?”

“Tons,” Quinn confirms, but the cheeky grin on his face tells her that he’s stretching the truth. He starts to talk about how he and his brothers snuck Luke into the casino with a well-placed bribe to the doorman and autographs for his kids. The stories from the weekend pile up as Quinn and Bea mill around the table, taking shots and sinking them in Quinn’s case, missing them in Bea’s. He tells her about the people he saw, the things he did, the interviews he had, that he got an offer to be on the cover of NHL 25 but he’s going to hold out until they let him bring Jack and Luke with him, and that he’s happy he got to see his mom and dad. He officially tells Bea that they’re coming for Fourth of July, although that surprise had already been spoiled by Trevor on Thursday.

Quinn wins– of course. Bea wasn’t going to win this game unless he intentionally threw it, like her first time playing him. They’re past the intentional throws now. Bea goes to update the board– honor code is highly valued in this house– and Quinn pockets the rest of the balls so that everything is nice and clean for tomorrow. There’s no sense in leaving them out. She can hear Quinn sneaking up behind her.

“You look good in my shirt, sweetheart,” Quinn murmurs, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind and kissing Bea’s shoulder. “I gotta get you in Michigan gear more often.”

“You know, if they ever play Carolina again, you’ll have to pry my UNC gear from my cold, dead body,” Bea says, reaching a hand around and threading her fingers through Quinn’s hair again.

“Wouldn’t be the first time I pried the clothes off this body,” Quinn says, self-satisfied smirk evident in his voice. He turns Bea in his grip so that she’s facing him. He kisses her, more than a greeting peck this time. “You tired yet?”

Once again, Bea can see right through his question. “Not a chance. I’ve been waiting for my winner to get home.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Quinn praises, voice low. He captures Bea’s lips again, moving against her in the comfortable way that they’ve adopted in the weeks since they’ve been seeing each other.

Bea lets Quinn lead this time, his hands guiding her closer. He’s got a palm under her shirt, resting on the small of her back, and the other cradles her face gently, like something precious. Bea knows that it’s a casual thing, but she likes to lose herself in moments like this. Quinn is just so… all-consuming. He’s like a really loud and unexpected clap of thunder, one that rumbles on for longer than you expect. His touch makes Bea jump, sometimes.

Her hands explore him a bit, like she doesn’t get to touch him all the time. The difference is that Bea finds something new every time and she never tires of getting her hands on Quinn. She knows that he tends to be insecure when it comes to his build, which comes from years of being an awkward teen with a nose that seemed too big for his face and acne that riddled his forehead, but Bea can’t imagine Quinn as anything other than perfect.

He’d be slightly more perfect if he had a bedroom to himself.

“I feel bad kicking Luke out,” Bea whispers to Quinn when they break for air. “You guys got in so late. He’s probably asleep.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Quinn replies. He brings his hands to the backs of Bea’s thighs and lifts her up, guiding her legs around his waist. “We don’t need a bed.”

Bea makes a face. “We stay fuckin’ in the bed, Q.” Lord knows she’s not against having sex in an odd place– the back of Griffin’s patrol car, for one– but she and Quinn haven’t really branched out yet. “I didn’t know you were so adventurous.”

“What can I say,” Quinn teases. “You bring something out in me. Let’s try something new.” He nips at her bottom lip, then drags his tongue against the area he bit. “It’ll be fun.”

Bea giggles. He gets so flirty and touchy, sometimes. “What are you thinking, Crazy?” She teases him right back with the nickname, bringing her index finger to the curve of his nose. It really is the perfect size and shape– so appealing.

She’s distracted by a memory, from the second time they hooked up. Quinn had told her that he didn’t get to do everything he wanted the first time, and when she asked what he meant, he’d licked his first two fingers and slid the wet digits against the fabric of her underwear. She’d gotten much more wet when he made his way between her legs with his mouth, kissing and licking over her folds and entrance as the fabric molded to her anatomy. It was only then that he’d removed the panties and gotten his mouth on her properly– the vision often comes to her when she’s trying to sleep at home, alone. His nose had been so nice then, bumping against her clit as he’d ravished her.

Bea’s stomach grows a little warmer at the reminder.

“I want you right here,” Quinn says, breaking her from the spell. He sits Bea down on the edge of the pool table, the cool wood of the edges pressing against her thighs while the felt of the table scrapes against the hem of her shirt. He stands between her legs and places a hand behind her head, kissing her and leaning forward so that she’ll lay back. Once Bea is laying down, flat underneath Quinn, he pushes her shirt up and takes it off.

The felt of the table feels weird under her bare skin, but it’s not bad. The bite of the ridge of the table is worse against her thighs, but Bea doesn’t speak up about it because Quinn’s removing his shirt.

The moonlight from outside makes him seem paler than he is, but it creates a beautiful series of shadows across his body that emphasize his muscles. His arms seem like they’re bulging more, his chest has more definition, and his jawline– oh, his jawline. Bea didn’t realize just how much his long hair hid that from her.

“I like your haircut,” Bea says, not realizing how silly and belated it sounds when she’s almost entirely naked on the pool table below him.

Quinn chuckles, smiling at her. One side of his lips lifts higher than the other, which is how she knows that he’s blushing, even when the moonlight hides it. “Thanks, baby,” he says softly, leaning down again to find her lips. His cock, still trapped by his pants, fits perfectly against the place where she wants him most.

She grinds up against him, drawing a low moan from the back of Quinn’s throat. He placates her with kiss after kiss down her neck and between her tits, as far down as he can go while he keeps his pelvis in line with her own. He’s fiddling with his zipper with one hand, kneading Bea’s right breast with his left hand. The skin of his fingertips is a little dry, but his thumb catches her nipple just right and Bea keens, her vision getting a little darker.

“Missed me that much, hm?” Quinn teases in his low voice. “Two days I’m gone, baby, and you’re this needy? What am I going to do with you when I’m gone for a week, or two?”

Bea reaches to his hair and brings his lips to hers, to silence him. She’s beyond talking and beyond teasing. She wants him inside, like, yesterday.

“Relax, I’m coming,” Quinn assures Bea, mumbling his words against her lips. He finally takes his hand from her breast to shove his pants and underwear down, stepping out of them so he can move better. He drags his tip through her folds, her wetness gathering along his skin. “Did you mean it?” He asks. “What you said on the phone?”

Bea pauses, wracking her brain. She said a lot of things on the phone to Quinn. She meant them all. She’s about to say yes, just so he can get on with it, but then she spots the way he’s biting his lower lip and his eyes have turned hungry. They’re trained on the place where he’s nudging his tip against her clit, slit bubbling out precum and dripping on the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“What part?” Bea asks, captivated by the look on Quinn’s face.

His eyes rise to hers and he looks positively intoxicated by whatever he’s thinking. Bea’s skin crawls a little, but not in a bad way. In an excited way– whatever Quinn’s referring to, he wants badly. Bea wants to see him give into that.

“That you’d reward me for winning,” he prompts, eyes darting from her gaze to her lips, which have parted in recognition. “By letting me fuck you bare.” His jaw clenches a bit once he says it, but Bea reads him. He’s not sure what she’ll say and he seems cautious to show his deeper thoughts on that, but his caution is betraying him anyway. Bea knows Quinn. She speaks his language, reads his tics, and understands him. He wants this.

“Norris winners get to come inside me,” Bea says, repeating the exact words that she whispered into the speaker while he stroked himself in the Las Vegas hotel bathroom. It was his tipping point, and now she understands why. “Since you won, you get to feel all of me.” Her throat seems drier than before when she swallows. Bea’s never had that before– she’s thought about it, hence why she brought it up to Quinn in the first place. It’s why she gets the shot every three months instead of relying on condoms– in case, one day, there was a man that she wanted in the most intimate way. That day is today. “Fuck me, Quinn.”

His mouth is insistent when it joins hers, tongue dragging over her own and filling the space between her lips. “Baby,” Quinn groans. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Preferably not right now,” Bea jokes, lifting her hips to remind him of the task at hand.

Quinn laughs at the joke, smiling into his next kiss. “You’re so perfect,” he says. “Can’t believe I met you.”

Bea feels his words on her heart like a prick of a rose’s thorn. A little bit of herself seeps out, flooding her chest and making her eyebrows furrow with the sudden rush of emotion. “Quinn,” Bea says, feeling like she’s whining a little bit.

“Okay, okay, I won’t say it anymore,” he says, returning his focus to the space between her legs. He wastes another few seconds, entranced by his tip going through her folds, before he lines himself up and starts to shift forward. He moans quietly at the feeling, just expelling the breath from his lungs.

Bea’s surprised by the feeling too– at least, she thinks Quinn’s feeling some sort of surprise. He’s certainly relishing in the experience, trying to catalog how she feels around him with the way his eyes have drifted shut and his mouth has fallen open. She closes her eyes to do the same– and finds that it’s not that different, all in all. She just feels closer to him.

“Please, move,” Bea whispers, resting her hand on Quinn’s bicep, giving it a squeeze to prompt him. Well, that, and she wanted to feel the muscle beneath it. The moonlight had her wondering if it was really that much more defined.

“Gimme a sec,” Quinn grits out, taking a breath. “You just feel so–” He exhales a sharp breath. “Fuck, you feel good.”

Another thorn to the chest– Bea has to breathe in deep to steel herself. This doesn’t feel like just fucking anymore.

She’s able to put that aside when Quinn starts to drag himself out of her heat, then push back in. His hair is tickling her nose with the way that his head has fallen forward in pleasure, so Bea pushes it out of the way with her palm. Quinn’s forehead has started to bead with sweat, but only barely. His eyes catch hers.

His eye contact has always made the hair on her arms stand up, increasing her pleasure tenfold. He’s so attentive to her needs, crowding into her space and touching her tits and sides in the way that makes her feel like a lighting rod gearing up for a strike.

Quinn breaks first. “Bea,” he murmurs, dipping his head to mouth against her neck. He leaves a wet spot there, which dries in the cool, early morning air. His hand moves from her side to her thigh, spreading her legs further so that he can inch closer. He seems determined to be as close to her as he can, touching her in every way.

“I know,” Bea replies. “Harder, Quinn. Take it. Make me come. Need you to feel my pussy when it comes on your bare cock.”

His moan is choked but loud when she says that. Quinn’s hips start to move the way she’s used to– harder, faster, determined. He’s louder like this, or maybe it’s the silence of the basement and the night that surrounds them playing tricks on Bea’s mind. It’s just– his breath is warmer and she feels like she can feel him moving in her bones. This is more.

Quinn brings his thumb to her mouth, which Bea takes greedily. She knows his moves– he wants her to get him all wet so that he can touch her somewhere she needs. She swirls her tongue around the digit, leaving as much saliva as she can on his thumb before he pulls it from her mouth with a pop.

His hand drifts to her boobs again, finding one of her nipples and pinching it with his slick finger. He tugs a little, which prompts Bea’s spine to arch like her body is begging him to do it again. Quinn does, but he switches nipples, wiggling his hand between their bodies and taking hold of her. He kisses her again, distracting her from the mixture of pain and pleasure. All the while, he’s bucking into her desperately, displacing her on the pool table.

Her thigh starts to spasm under his hand, twitching because she’s close. Bea wraps her arms around Quinn’s shoulders, a mirror image of the hug she gave him at the beginning of their night. He’s not the only one who wants to be close.

“Fuck, Quinn, keep going,” Bea pleads, shifting as best she can to remove the pressure of the edge of the pool table from her body. It’s a dull ache, distracting her from Quinn’s cock and the way it moves in her cunt. His tip meets the cartilage of her cervix relentlessly, turning her vision spotty with the sensation. It feels so wet with him unprotected inside of her, leaking and mixing with her own slick.

He shifts so that he’s hovering just a few inches above her body, hands going from her thigh and her breast to both of her hips. He grips her skin, biting his lower lip to stifle his grunts. His eyes have grown focused, narrowing the way they do when he evaluates a shot on this very table or when he tries to dance between the boys on the hockey rink outside to score. He pulls her back into him, all while thrusting his hips forward, and Bea’s falling into an unfamiliar space where only Quinn has ever placed her.

“Fuck,” Bea whines, reaching for Quinn and coming up with nothing, so she clutches at the pocket of the pool table instead. She holds the wood between her fingers, sure that she’ll either warp the table or break her fingers from the force of her grip. “‘M coming, Q.”

“Good girl,” Quinn says through his teeth, his voice gravelly. “Let me feel it.”

Bea lets out a short cry, legs still shaking beneath Quinn. The bruising pain of the edge of the table is nothing now, not when there’s a chill making its way from the depths of her stomach to the tight coil in her stomach.

“So perfect,” Quinn says again, praising Bea as she starts to come undone on his cock.

“You,” Bea corrects, breathless and reaching for Quinn again. She finds his forearm this time, circling her fingers around his wrist. She squeezes, trying to get her point across. He can say it all he wants, but she’s going to make sure she says it back, because he is.

Her touch sends Quinn over the edge, which only intensifies the aftershocks of her own orgasm. Bea keens lowly in the back of her throat as Quinn’s jaw drops once again, eyes falling shut as his seed flows from his cock and paints her walls. The sensation surprises Bea, much like her original reaction to his raw form, and she constricts against him by accident. That spurs Quinn on, making him choke and plaster himself against her body as his cock releases the last of his cum.

His hips twitch inside of her after he’s done and Quinn has to clear his throat and shake his head to come back to himself. Bea pets his hair through it, focused on the feeling of his freshly cut ends between her fingers.

“You should know that I really liked that,” Quinn says first.

Bea giggles, tugging his hair. “Really? I couldn’t tell.”

Quinn bites the side of Bea’s neck to chastise her for teasing him. “You think you’re so funny.”

“I think I’m about to leak all over the pool table in your rented house if you don’t get me to a bathroom soon,” Bea replies. “Chop chop, babydoll.”

Quinn groans with the effort, but he lifts Bea from the pool table and awkwardly walks toward the basement’s bathroom, settling her on the already-lifted toilet seat– perks of living with a bunch of fucking boys, Bea thinks– and then he starts to wash his hands.

“Tired yet?” Quinn asks for a third time, looking over at Bea and grinning as he continues to rub the suds all over his hands and wrists. “Wanna watch a movie?”

Bea makes a face. “Are you trying to wash me off or something? Damn, Q, it’s been twenty seconds,” she replies instead, pretending to be offended and hurt. She doesn’t actually want to start watching a movie at 3 a.m. and Quinn should feel similarly. She wants to go to bed with him.

Quinn looks down at her vagina, very obviously, and quirks an eyebrow. “I mean, I just came in you, so I feel like that’s hard to wash away.” He rinses his hands and towels them off. “So no movie?”

“Oh my God, get out of the bathroom so I can pee,” Bea exclaims, starting to laugh a bit. “You’re so weird. No movie.”

“Episode of Love Island?” Quinn asks. “Any drama I missed between Leah and Rob?”

Bea points an accusing finger at him. “I knew you enjoyed my trashy shows,” she says. “And all this time you’ve been grumbling about them.”

Quinn shrugs. “No one will believe you,” he whispers conspiratorially.

Bea purses her lips at him. “Well, good, because that’s my thing with Cole.” Quinn acts like he’s wounded, so Bea sticks her tongue out at him. “Not everything can be about you, Q.”

“I’ll get over it,” Quinn says. “You still like me best.”

Bea matches his previous whisper. “And no one will ever believe you.”

Quinn leaves the bathroom laughing. Bea hopes he goes upstairs to get one of the good blankets for them to share when they inevitably fall asleep on the couch after Quinn turns on a movie that Bea does not see the point in watching.

The background noise does help her sleep, though, and she thinks Quinn knows that.

sigh i love beaquinn they're so dreamy best couple ever can't believe they break up at the end of the summer OOPS SORRY SPOILERS (y'all already know that, i haven't been keeping that under wraps)

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cupidbedsy · 6 months ago

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𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁'𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝘁 ; 𝘵𝘻11 ୨୧

➪ summary: pictures and text messages of her and her brother's best friend leak and she stays curled up in her room, not talking to anyone. so mason calls up her best friend and soon enough, trevor is on a plane to england

➪ warnings: things being leaked, crying, reader thinks her brothers hate her, crappy friends

➪ word count: 1.3k

➪ file type: fic - reupload

➪ sunny's notes: red, white, and royal blue is 100% the inspiration to this fic and yes i did basically copy the phone call and speech but its just too cute to ignore. i literally am in love with this movie. part two will be out tomorrow i hope! this would’ve been out earlier but i took a nap (shocking i know)

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Nothing was how it should be. They were supposed to be careful, they were careful. They were only seen together when it would make sense for them to be together; when he was in town for a game, when he was supposed to be hanging out with her brothers, or when he had a game against the Devils or the Canucks. And when they were seen together, they made sure everything was strictly platonic: no hand touches, stolen glances, nothing.

However, maybe they should’ve accounted for the fact that one, her friends were journalists, and two, her friends weren’t really her friends in the first place. They had a few classes together in college, back when she was still undecided, but despite that? They only found her interesting because of her last name and who shared it.

Somehow she was too predictable, her password was as basic as it got. It was the day Trevor asked her to be his girlfriend, they’re anniversary. It was the best day of both of their lives but now it was the root of all their problems. It wasn’t the biggest scandal on the dance floor, there were things much worse going on in the NHL and the world in general. No one would care about this besides the Zegras and the Hughes families and the girls who were too obsessed with hockey players and their relationships for their own good.

She was studying abroad in England this past year and she couldn’t help but fall in love with it. She had decided to extend her stay into the fall semester, not wanting to go back home. This sort of worked in her favor, she was 3,444 miles from Jack and Luke and 4,632 miles from Quinn. She was in a different time zone, country, and continent than them. All she had to do to avoid them was not answer her phone.

She was good at that, blocking out social media and her phone as a whole. Growing up the sister of hockey players and her mom being who she was in the hockey world, she got used to the hate and backlash she got from not wanting to do hockey. Her phone was shut off and thrown into her desk drawer. Her friends tried to comfort her but were to no avail, she was too worried about what other people thought about it.

Not only had pictures of them been put out into the world but their text messages as well. However, she couldn’t remember a time she left her phone unattended. She hadn’t spoken to Trevor in two weeks, she hadn’t spoken to anybody besides her roommates in two weeks. She had seen a couple of articles and videos that were spreading, the one of Trevor’s interviews where he was addressing the situation was not only the biggest one but the most recent one.

It was before the game, that the reporter had asked him about how everything in the media that was speculating had impacted him and his play. To which he responded with, “Y/n and I are together and have been since the beginning of the season. And whether people choose to support or hate it, isn’t my problem nor my business. We’re happy and hope everyone can support that decision and respect our privacy. I fell in love with a girl who happens to be related to my best friend. How is this affecting my mindset? I wouldn’t say it has, I’m still playling, and Greg still thinks I’m playing as best as I can and even better. I’m worried about her, that’s for sure. She hasn’t had the best track record with the media.”

He said a few more words, none of which mattered to y/n. She wasn’t sure if she cried more because of what he said or the situation. She curled up on the chair in the corner of the room, reading a book. Her friends looked at her sadly, they hated the fact that she had gone back to her reserved nature.

Trevor on the other hand was acting like it wasn’t bothering him, he couldn’t hide himself from the media or anything really like she could. But, it was eating him alive. He didn’t know if she was okay or if something had happened or if she was ignoring him. He was too desperate to know if he was okay so he attempted to reach out to all three of her brothers but he got nothing back in return.

It wasn’t until Mason walked into his room with his phone in hand, “I called her friend for you.”

Trevor looked at him with wide eyes, “What?”

“Thank me later.”

Her friend had been walking up the stairs to their apartment when she got the call from Mason, they had met when y/n and Trevor took them along on a trip to ensure that no rumors would start. She had practically run the rest of the way and bolted into the apartment. She walked over to y/n and handed her the phone.

She reached out for it and held it up to her ear, “Hello?”

“Baby!”

Her voice stuck in her throat along with the sob that had been forming for a while. “Trevor? Oh my god, are you alright?”

“I’m hanging in there. Are you okay?”

She paused, “No. No, I’m not okay.”

“You know what, I’m coming to London tonight. Just hold on until I get there.”

“Hurry please.”

And just as he promised, 8 hours later he was standing in her apartment, opening his arms for her. She ran into them once she heard him call out and buried her head into his chest. Trevor sunk to the floor with her, his back pressed up against the wall, “It’s okay. I’m here. I got you.”

He could feel her body racked with sobs and he couldn’t help but start crying himself. He had torn himself apart these past two weeks as he waited to hear from her and knowing how much she had been in pain had hurt him. He picked her up soon after and carried her to the bedroom, laying her down on the bed. He crawled in next to her and wrapped his arms around her once more.

“Have you heard from your brothers yet?”

“Not a word. Not that I have checked my phone since the article came out.”

He frowned at her, tightening his hold, “Sometimes I wonder if part of their acceptance is just to forget it ever happened in the first place.”

This made him laugh a little as he pulled back to look at her. He moved the piece of hair that had fallen in her face behind her ear. His face changed when he realized that her small smile had turned back into a frown, “I feel so lost. They used to adore me, used to protect me, but now. It feels like they just wish I never existed.”

“Hey, they still love you.” She just blinked at him, “I’m sure if you looked at your phone they would just be wondering if you were okay.”

“I liked your speech, it was very put together.”

He smiled at her, “It made me very proud to be your girlfriend.”

“Hey, I’m always proud to be your boyfriend.”

She giggled and kissed his cheek, “You know what I mean you dork.”

“Speaking of boyfriends and girlfriends. Did you know Mason and Lia were dating?”

She perked up, “No! When did that happen?”

“Apparently-”

“Hey.”

The two turned and looked at Lia, “What’s up?”

“Your brothers are here.”

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wintfleur · 8 months ago

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🍂 ͡ ꒱ JULIETTES RELATIONSHIP WITH MAT & QUINN

au masterlist - everything for the AU is under #🍂 ͡ ꒱ Juliette Leclerc

°. — everything for the couple under #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨🤎୧˚ Juliette’s lovers

°. — you can find anything smutty under #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨🎞️୧˚ smutty lovers

ꪆ୧ BASICS !

how did they meet?

mat and quinn met when they were younger at a hockey tournament and they instantly became close, over the years they became each other's best friend.

julie met mat at a party in august of 2021, a mutual friend of theirs introduced them to each other, they spent most of that night at the party together.

julie and quinn met in november of 2021, she was invited to a canucks game and they had filmed a small video together where he had given her one of his jerseys.

who confessed their feelings first? mat and quinn were the ones to confess their feelings first, they had noticed julie had became a little distant (she was afraid of her feelings) they surprised her at her apartment in april, and they had a long and emotional talk of their feelings, and they ended up asking her to be there girlfriend.

first date? juliette was the one to ask them on a date in february of 2022. She invited them over to her place, they made dinner together, laughed and drank wine as they talked and got to know each other better, having some dessert Julie made while watching a movie. It was a perfect first date for them, they could be comfortable and be themselves in the safety of Julie's home, not having to worry about being seen.

first kiss? mat and quinn had their first kiss together when they were at a bar, quinn was 22 while mat was 24 – they were in a photobooth and it kinda just happened. Mat and Julie shared a tipsy kiss the night they met at the party. Julie and Quinn had their first kiss while they were hiding away on a balcony at an event they both were at.

first I love you? quinn was the one to say i love you first, the throuple were cuddling on the couch at quinn’s lake house in july, he was having a bad day and julie and mat were just being so sweet and soft to him. he was so overwhelmed with love that he just whispered the words. a happy julie and mat of course said it back, reassuring quinn who got all shy, littering their boy and each other with sweet kisses.

how did everyone find out?

family + friends: they told their families and close friends, weeks after they were official, they wanted to take their time until they were fully comfortable with everyone knowing.

the public: the public found out about them in June of 2023, when an article was posted with the sole purpose of ruining their careers. The article had pictures of them that were taken without their consent, intimate details of their relationship.

ꪆ୧ DETAILS !

their tropes: dom!mat x switch!quinn x switch!julie, friends to lovers, talker!mat x listener!julie x talker!quinn, hyper!mat x sleepy!quinn x sleepy!julie,

love languages:

mat’s: physical touch, acts of service

quinn’s: words of affirmation, physical touch

julie’s: gift giving, physical touch

pet names:

mat’s (for them): baby, love, sweetheart

quinn’s (for them): honey, angel, babe

julie’s (for them): darling, love, handsome

mat and julie love to call quinn pet names in french, it makes him very flustered

their favorite sleep position:

mat’s: big spoon

quinn’s: little spoon / being in the middle

julie’s: either

songs that describe them:

seven – jungkook & latto

sweet – cigarettes after sex

meet me halfway – black eyed peas

. . . more to add!

contact names:

mat’s phone

quinn’s: q baby 💙

julie’s: julie baby 💞

quinn’s phone

mat’s: barzy 🤍

julie’s: juliebug 💗

julie’s phone

mat’s: matty 💕

quinn’s: quinny 💕

lockscreens:

mat’s: is a picture of julie and quinn, they had all gone to this really cool record shop when they were exploring a town they were visiting. mat that it was cute how silly they were being and took a picture.

quinn’s: is a picture of julie and mat on date night, they had just left a restaurant and the three of them were all a little tipsy, mat and julie were being really giggly so quinn took a picture to remember the moment forever.

julie’s: is a picture of mat and quinn, they were all staying at a family ranch of a very close friend of julies for a vacation. She loves horses, she loves her boys and they all looked perfect, Julie of course had to take a picture of this moment!

ꪆ୧ THEIR THINGS !

Judging everyone and everything together.

Cozy nights on the couch with a warm blanket and bottle of wine.

Matching jewelry in some way, Mat with a necklace, Quinn with a ring, and julie with a bracelet

Always texting each other good morning and good night.

Spending weekends on her yacht.

Skinny dipping

Spending their nights in the hottub on her balcony or at the lake house, laughs and tipsy kisses Shared between them

Clubbing! . . . well more like Julie and Mat dragging Quinn to the club with them.

Going on late boat rides at the lakehouse, so they can relax and watch the stars.

Quinn and Mat playing one on one at the rink while Julie watches and cheers them both on, a lot of bets are won like this ;)

Slapping each others asses

Always touching each other in some way

Mat planning spontaneous dates

Going to carnivals/fairs and the boys competing against each other to get Julie the biggest stuffed animal.

Nights where they make homemade pizzas and play video games, a loving competition of course between mat and quinn.

Quinn and Julie holding hands while Mat is holding one of their waists, wherever they all walk together.

Their hands in each other's back pockets.

Juliette sending them love letters.

Always sending each other flowers when they are apart, the flowers remind them of each other.

Having amazing communication

Counting down the days until they see each other again.

Having access to each others calendars

Whenever they call their parents , they end up talking about each other.

Giving each other massages

Being each others biggest supporters

The boys painting julie's fingers and toes for her when she doesn't want to go get them done

ꪆ୧ FUN FACTS !

They love going on vacations together, mostly tropical places.

When Julie and Mat first met at the party, they shared a tipsy kiss. When Mat got home that night, he called Quinn and told him all about it. It was just one kiss, but God that was all Mat could think about.

Quinn didn't admit it , but he was a little jealous of the fact that mat and julie kissed. His feelings for Mat were confusing and honestly scaring him a little bit . . . but he wasn't jealous that Mat kissed someone else that wasn't him, no he was jealous that he also didn't get to kiss julie and he wasn't there to see it happen.

They planned on keeping their relationship a secret for a while until they were comfortable enough for the public to know, but sadly that didn't happen.

They are all very family oriented, and they can't wait until they can have a family of their own

The boys both have their own place, but they practically live with Julie at her place in Monaco when they don't have hockey.

They love late mornings where they can wake up late, cuddle in bed for however long they want until they get up to make breakfast.

They love doing sports together, going golfing, and playing some tennis !! They are a very active couple.

The boys love to take advantage of the fact that they're good at the two sports, loving to help her. “Helping" means pressing their body close against hers and whispering tips in her ear . . . little do they both know that she pretends to be bad just so she could feel them pressed up against her.

Mat’s filthy dirty talk always leaves Quinn and Julie a flustered and breathless mess . . . he loves the hold he has on them.

They all love how domestic they are when there together, especially in the mornings. Waking up in each other's arms, soft music playing through the kitchen as they make breakfast before eating it on Julie's balcony that gave them the beauty of monaco.

At the lake house they have a loveseat in the living room where the three love to curl up with each other , watching movies with Jack and luke. Mostly scary movies . . .

Physically Mat is more protective out of them all, but vocally that's julie. She will not stand for them to be disrespected or talked down to because of their sexual preference. Quinn is also very protective, but in a more of an intimidating way if that makes sense?

Mat and Quinn get along wonderfully with Julie's friends , they feel very welcomed with them.

It's bittersweet when the boys are together and Julie can't be there with them, they are happy to be with each other, but it's just not the same without their girl.

They all proudly talk about their relationship when asked, but they usually keep it to themselves. All of them like their privacy, and even though they were exposed they were still going to sorta private about each other . . . Which is almost impossible, the amount of pictures that the paparazzi take of them is crazy.

They once went on a cruise where they invited their parents and siblings and their significant others. They had a great time and it definitely brought them all closer , especially Arthur with Mat and quinn.

They love the city and living by a lake, but they absolutely love living in the country. They have talked about it many times being their own land to build a home and stables, ranch and vineyard, growing old together with their family . . . it's their dream.

Whenever they do have arguments which isn't often , they all have different reactions. Quinn normally just needs some time to himself to calm down and collect his thoughts.

Julie wants to fix things right away , she hates the idea of them being upset with her and she feels terrible and gets hard on herself.

Mat is like a mixture of the both of them , he needs some space but he also tears himself up with guilt.

Mat definitely is talking in their group chat the most , and poor Julie wakes up with tons of messages she has to read through from the two of them.

Out of all of them , mat is the most open about their relationship with the public/media

The boys love getting in contact with Julie's assistant so they can plan surprises for her!

Julie loves taking her boys shopping , trying on different outfits for them and picking out clothes for them to wear. They pretend to hate it but they all know they dont.

They love when Julie sings to them or plays the piano.

The boys love when Julie goes out with them and their teammates, they just love seeing how well she gets along with all of them.

ꪆ୧ INTERNETS FAVORITE MOMENTS !

The day after the article exposing them came out, Julie proudly said that both of her boyfriends were in attendance at the race when she was being interviewed . . . She then went and won the race and then proudly kissed them both after the race.

An interview had asked Quinn a very highly insensitive question about his relationship and Quinn was quick to snap and shut the reporter down, a very very intimidating glare on his face while doing so.

In the background of an instagram story Charles posted, you can see mat, quinn and julie cuddled up in a hammock in the beautiful leclerc home backyard, smiling and laughing at Arthur who was trying to impress them with a hockey stick that Quinn and mat had bought him.

When Julie made a special appearance on lando’s stream and the two were talking about a night out they had with mat, quinn and a few of their other friends. Julie was talking so fondly about the two boys and Lando had a great time playfully teasing her about it.

When a video of the three of them dancing (grinding) together on the dancefloor at a club went viral . . . along with a clip of mat pouring champagne from the bottle into julie's mouth, quinn licking and kissing up the few drops that rolled down her neck.

The photo dumps Julie posts whenever they go on vacation together.

Every time Julie is shown on the big screen at their hockey games , or when the boys are shown on the screen in the paddock.

The clip of mat and julie going on the big screen at quinn’s game , mat having his arm wrapped around julies shoulder as she was snuggled into his side as she sipped on a beer , both of them wearing a quinn jersey , then it showed quinn who was sitting on the bench smiling as he saw the two of them on the big screen.

ꪆ୧ MOODBOARD !

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( AHH FINALLY ITS OUT !! I’m so sorry it took me forever to get out , I had a little struggle with coming up with some facts about them. I really hope you guys enjoy this , I love them so so much !! I’m not proud of the moodboard at all , it’s so bad !! Maybe in the future I’ll make a new one , it was just hard finding pictures for them !! )

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mercuriouss · 2 months ago

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EA Spoilers

This is not coherent at all and nobody will see this but I get anxious after a lore heavy video :,) I need to get my energy out and keeping them in drafts ain’t helpin

The ‘it was all a dream’ trope coming in clutch!! A pleasant surprise, I’m very happy about this. It begs many questions though about the average empowered persons knowledge on the Meridian and the Sovereigns… (Rewriting this because I’m an idiot and forgot it’s literally mentioned) The labyrinth played on the fear/theories about the Sovereigns/Deltas/Solitaires that they’ve seen in the news. What are the stories though? Where has the information come from if Demons are so tight-lipped about it.

Also, the trauma they went through to set off their powers being sexual trauma is interesting… I’m gonna benefit of the doubt assume they talked about that specifically with Marc otherwise that’s really creepy. Them kicking him out and bringing in a fake James is funny though. The fact their mind went down the ‘saving the world’ route is so :(( They just wanna be useful :(( I imagine that chat with dream!James before real!James pulls them back was cathartic for them, they deserve to hear that.

I have never loved the Asset more. I better not be seeing any Asset slander🫵 They’re just a guy your honour!! A (probably) mentally ill and (definitely) traumatised guy!! A latent born into an empowered family, how awful must that feel?? The powerlessness, how out of place they are in their own community, the detailed knowledge of what they’re missing out on. Living their entire life expecting to have this thing, their entire life is this thing, waiting and waiting and never getting it. Then wilfully traumatising themself mere weeks, maybe even days, after experiencing a traumatising vamp attack?? You need therapy bbg (gn). I like that they have a sister I think that’s really cute, especially the fact it was the memory with her before the attack that made the record play No More Tears :(( “Lesley Gore was wild”, I love the crumbs of this relationship, walking through a park at night listening to Lesley Gore. I am deeply attached to these fictional siblings that we see interact once<3 “And a sister that’s going to be very happy to see you again.” AHHHHH CUTE.

AAAND THEY’RE A DREAMWALKER!! I love Dreamwalkers so much. Considering Marc was surprised by Asset taking over the labyrinth I’ll take it their immediate family aren’t Dreamwalkers? I mean they could be but surely their family’s magical history was brought up so he would’ve considered the possibility of them taking over. Then again he’s a weirdo so who knows.

Love that they’re McKinley based!! I’ve been wanting non-Dahlia stories, I love how connected everything is in a smaller city like that but I like extra world building.

Anton my beloved? An Investigator?? A wolf shifter??? AND he saved Asset&Sister from QUINN? Fooliverse!Anton… The way he’s putting pressure on their wounds so they don’t bleed out because he’s not good at healing magic that is so mortifying. Him being this comforting, warm presence in the Asset’s dream because of what they did for him :(( and because they’re latent they didn’t know what empowered race he was so the labyrinth made him unempowered :((

QUINN WAS IN MCKINLEY? nvm no he wasn’t “Gore, did you say?” GO AWAY. What a pos, he’s such a creep... ‘blood bag’ is giving me Adam flashbacks. His attack amplifying Asset’s feelings of powerlessness and desperation - they could never make me stop hating you Quinn Fox <33 It does help put the timeline together though, May 2023! He is captured the day after he attacks Asset&Sister.

Marcus being a shady Dreamwalker doing creepy labyrinth-memory suppressant-latent manifestation work in his BASEMENT is so funny, what a weirdo lmao I love that. Taking advantage of desperate, vulnerable people who don’t have the ability to protect themselves… that’s sooo shady lmao.

James my EXTRA beloved, the way he’s just a guy I love him. He’s humanborn!! A humanborn telepath, that’s gotta be hard. His spouse is confirmed unempowered and their relationship isn’t actually on the fritz!! Hurray!! Thinking of Fooliverse!James… I feel like he’ll need a high after that mess lol. Thank you for helping the Asset, they need it🫡

The ending is a little unsettling in that we now know NOTHING about the state of the Meridian, what the Department is doing with Starlight’s information or the Chorus with Avior’s, what the Sovereigns are up to, what Blake and D’Deridahn are up to, what Hush is up to… I need to know where Hush fits on the timeline, sometime in 2022?

Overall, very fun, did enjoy! Mr. Redacted your brain is too big. This scratched many itches, Project Meridian ily <333 I doubt we’ll see any more of the Asset&Marc but Anton&James are still a possibility sooo that’s fun. Even if we don’t I’m veeery happy with what we have :) I will now spend the next weeks fleshing out Dreamwalker!Asset’s story<3 I love listeners.

#project meridian #redacted audio #redacted spoilers

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hockeylovee12 · 2 years ago

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Just A Pawn-Luke Hughes

Chapter One

Summary: Luke Hughes meets a girl at a party, one who’s known to have reputation. When a video of the two of them starts surfacing and Luke gets told left and right how he should live his life. He’s not too fond about this.

Warnings: Underage drinking, use of drugs, protective brothers, mentions of being used

Luke Hughes walked into the crowded room filled with drunk college students. He recently returned from the world juniors championships in Canada and was looking forward to having a good time back in Michigan.

Two beers in, Luke was already feeling it and needed to take a breather. He pushed his way through the crowded house party, looking for a quiet corner. He glanced around until he spotted an open space by the staircase and headed over.

As he stood there taking in the scene, a beautiful girl in a blue corset top and leather pants caught his eye. Her blonde hair was styled straight down her back, and she had a mischievous look in her eye as she blew smoke from her vape into the air. She was surrounded by people, but she looked up and met Luke's gaze, giving him a small smile.

"Hey," Luke grinned as he approached her. "I'm Luke."

"Remi," she replied with a smirk. "You're cute. Want to take a shot with me?"

Luke didn't hesitate as Remi led him to the kitchen where they took some shots and talked for a bit.

"You're cool," Remi said before taking another puff off of her vape.

"Thanks, you're not so bad yourself," Luke replied with a laugh.

They continued to talk while they drank together. As they finished another round of Vodka shots mixed with Pink Whitney, Dylan, one of Luke’s best friends, roommate and teammate, walked over to Luke.

"Dude, be careful," Dylan warned.

Luke threw his arm around him "In college? Seriously?" He took another shot with Remi and smiled at her.

They continued to chat, take shots together throughout the night. It wasn't long before they found themselves kissing passionately in a secluded corner of the house.

Before the night was over, Remi gave Luke her snapchat and told him “Snap me” before the two parted ways.

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Luke stumbled out of his room, rubbing his temple. He had a splitting headache and he could already feel the phone in his pocket buzzing nonstop. He made his way to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of Advil from the drawer, opening it and popping two capsules into his mouth.

"Looks like someone had a fun night," Dylan smirked at him from across the counter. Mark looked up from his phone and chuckled.

"Yeah, looks like it," he said, holding out his phone for Luke to see.

Luke's heart sank as he saw the video on Mark's phone. It was him making out with Remi at the party last night. They were drunk and laughing; it didn't look so bad.

But that video was now all over the internet.

Luke's phone buzzed again with a facetime call. He groaned and answered it reluctantly.

"Hey," he muttered when Jack and Quinn appeared on screen.

"Dude! You okay?" Jack asked worriedly but then quickly scolded him "What the hell happened last night?"

Quinn took his turn "Luke, tell us everything. Who's the girl? What were you thinking?"

Luke rolled his eyes and felt anger bubbling inside him. "Why does it matter who I was with? She was just someone from the party. No big deal."

Quinn shook his head while Jack just looked livid. "It matters because of your career! You can't just be going around getting involved with random girls at parties-"

"Everyone does it!" Luke interrupted hotly. “It's not a big deal.”

"Luke, you need to be careful. You can't just go around making out with random girls at parties."

"Especially not when there's video evidence of it," Jack said, raising his voice.

Luke knew they might have a small point but he couldn’t admit that. "It was just a kiss, guys! It's not the end of the world."

"You need to understand that your actions can affect your career, Luke. And the team doesn't want any bad press."

Quinn chimed in next. "And I don't think you getting into a relationship now is a good idea. You have a lot on your plate right now with hockey and school."

Luke wasn't having any of it anymore and rolled his eyes, struggling to keep his temper in check as he replied, "I know what I’m doing, alright?."

"Clearly, you don’t," Jack replied.

Luke was done with being controlled all the time by his brothers. "Look guys, I can handle myself. Stop treating me like a kid and let me live my damn life!"

He hung up before they could say anything else and decided to text Remi out of spite to his brothers.

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"Hey, wanna hang out later?" he sent her with a smug grin on his face.

Remi's Reply : When and where?

He quickly texted back the address of an ice cream shop near campus. A little while later, Luke walked into the ice cream shop and spotted Remi sitting at a table by the window. She wore ripped jeans and a tight long sleeve shirt. "Hey," he said as he approached her.

"Hey," she replied with a smile.

"I have to say, I've never been on an ice cream date before," Remi said with a grin.

Luke chuckled. "Well, there's a first time for everything."

They ordered their ice cream and sat down at a table outside.

"So, tell me more about yourself," Luke said, taking a bite of his ice cream.

Remi twirled her spoon around in her cup. "There's not much to know, really. Just your average college student who likes to party."

"Is that all you do? Party?" Luke asked, raising an eyebrow.

Remi shook her head. "No, of course not. I like to smoke weed too, and sometimes I like to read" Remi said with a laugh.

Luke laughed. "Wow, you're full of surprises.”

"What type of stuff do you read?"

"Anything really," she said nonchalantly. "Right now I'm reading this book called 'The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F**k.'"

Luke raised an eyebrow in surprise before chuckling softly and shaking his head.

They continued talking about their classes, their roommates, and their favorite music.

Luke couldn't help but notice how pretty Remi was with her blonde hair falling over her shoulder and her piercing green eyes. But he reminded himself that he was only doing this to piss off his siblings. Nothing more, right?

All images are from Pinterest

#luke hughes #nj devils #jack hughes #umich hockey #hughes brothers #feel free to interact #quinn hughes #team 101 #dylan duke #mackie samoskevich #mark estapa #Ethan edwards #luke hughes x original character #original story

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randomestfandoms-ocs · 2 years ago

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Talk about Abbie’s season 4 reunions please 🥺

Abbie loves to jump on people let's start with that 🥺

So her first reunion is in The Break Up, Kurt calls her as soon as Finn shows up in New York and she's on an overnight flight from somewhere in Europe, shows up the next day, and literally jumps on Finn like a koala and will not let go. She says hi to Kurt and Rachel (but mostly Kurt) from that position and holds Finn hostage while he explains why he's not in the army, apologizes for not talking to her sooner, and promises to never do that to her again. She's still extremely clingy (and also steals his jacket) for the rest of the day, drags him into singing with her at Callbacks, and when the whole The Scientist thing happens, she relegates Blaine to sleeping on the couch, and squeezes she, Finn, and Kurt into Kurt's bed, and then the twins leave for Lima first thing in the morning

(this is also when she reunites with Blaine and she's totally sympathetic to how Kurt has been icing him out and ignoring him and gives Kurt some shit over that but she doesn't take the cheating thing all that well)

She's actually happy to see Mr Schue (a wild development but also their late-s3 relationship is so precious to me) and hugs him and promises to tell him all about her travelling later, but kind of pushes Finn towards him and goes to chill in the choir room to wait. She talks to Blaine a bit more when he gets there and basically says that Kurt fucked up but Blaine should have just ended things ("even by text if he wouldn't pick up his phone") and that there's no excuse for cheating, but that Kurt is a big boy and can fight his own battles.

Sam notices Finn first (from where he walks in, Abbie is hidden behind Finn) but as soon as they're done hugging she's standing right there crossing her arms at him, "wow, I thought you'd be more excited to see me". He freaks out, picks her up and spins her around, she's giggling, they kiss, it's just super sweet rip finn & blaine abbie has no time for heartbreak, they're just being so cute until Brittany comes up to where Sam is still holding Abbie and just wraps her arms around Abbie from behind and spins her around too before she puts Abbie down so that the two can hug properly! And then she hugs the rest of the club, and while Finn sits separated from everyone else, Abbie ends up pulled onto Sam's lap with her legs thrown over Brittany's.

(she also sees Santana this ep and the two are also adorable just hugging and catching up on their lives and being besties!)

Then we move onto the next episode! Abbie is at Grease auditions with Finn and Artie, and she and Artie chase after Finn after he storms out. Artie starts talking about needing the right team and as soon as he mentions a choreographer she starts to have her suspicions (because she's already the choreographer, so if he's called in a favour, it's not just about dance), but then she actually sees Mike and Mercedes and loses her entire fucking mind! In classic Abbie fashion, she runs to jump-hug Mike, who is more used to this than anything and just kind of twists her around until he's giving her a piggyback instead, so that she can say hi to Mercedes (who she hugs when she eventually hops off Mike's back) and so that Mike can say hi to Finn. She's talked to Mercedes a few times but wants to hear everything about LA, and she and Mike have been video calling at least once a week since she left so there's not much to catch up on except for hugs and dancing with him!

and then we get to Home/Homeward Bound 🥺 I'm using the full version from the studio recording and not just the part that was in the show! She comes on from the stage after Mercedes' entrance, singing and every stranger's face I see reminds me that I long to be (bc it gives me so many vibes with the fact that Abbie has been backpacking for months but everywhere she goes things just remind her of her friends!)

She hugs Quinn and Puck as she comes on and is then the first one running over to hug Finn (despite the fact that she saw him like 5 minutes earlier) — I have a full outline of her part in the song here!

She's tucked between Finn and Quinn during the group hug, and she's sitting between Quinn & Mike when they all go to Breadstix and are catching up! (and she's part of Come See About Me bc the unholy trinity that isn't a trinity reunion is so special to me)

#ask #answered #the witching ash #abbie hudson #about abbie

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isaadore · 11 months ago

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take a pic | quinn hughes

pairing quinn hughes x reader (feat. luke + jack hughes)

SUMMARY a world where quinn’s girlfriend captures every moment with a digital camera. wc 0.5k

genre all fluff!

note i had sm fun writing this so i hope u guys enjoy this imagine of a hobby photographer reader! i love the idea of the reader carrying a camera with her at all times and quinn supporting her little hobby. it’s so cute to me

masterlist | qh43 masterlist

at home

you will find every opportunity to take a picture, whether it is of your pets, the sky, or the delicious breakfast quinn prepared for you that morning

quinn always finds it adorable when you suddenly whip out your camera to take pictures of everyday things that are ordinary to him but beautiful to you

you secretly take photos of quinn when he makes funny faces while doing a chore or playing video games, which always catches him off guard, but the photos always turn out cute, but he doesn't think so (party pooper)

quinn loves to get you back for taking photos of him by stealing your camera and taking photos of you, but it never works because they always turn out good (to his demise)

when luke and jack come over, luke often tries to take a picture or two since he thinks photography is cool, but he can never get the camera to work properly, which quinn and jack always laugh at him for

quinn ALWAYS sits patiently as you go through hundreds of images, explaining each one in detail. he never gets bored with your talking and could listen to you forever, no matter what you're talking about

date nights

the date night photos are the cutest!

from the red roses to the white wine, your camera captures every single moment of these dates

a lot of the time, quinn takes photos of you with the camera since he thinks you look gorgeous in that cream white silk slip dress you like to wear on fancy dinner dates

don't get me wrong, quinn's dress shirt and tie are your weakness, so there are definitely pictures of him smiling while wearing his cute outfit for the night

at the rink

whether at their games or just practice, you have your camera out to take photos the team

you have many shots of the canucks' home arena, especially post-games where the seats are empty and you're waiting for quinn, but the atmosphere is so calm you have to capture it

at first, you were a little embarrassed to have your camera out, especially at the games, but quinn told you that nobody else takes photos like you, and they are good memories to have

you've got so many cute pictures of him and his fans! he loves going through them with you (he loves his fans so much)

there are also a few pictures where he looks distressed on the ice, but also cute ones where he's waving at you (you don't know which of the two you like better)

at the lake house

during the summer, your memory card will fill up the fastest

from photos of sunsets to outdoor picnics to basement parties, your camera is full of memories from the summer

many pictures show the brothers with their arms wrapped around each other on a boat, smiling happily at the camera

jack always finds opportunities to take photos of you and wuinn messing around and splashing each other in the water (you guys look so happy it pains him)

masterlist | qh43 masterlist

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eyeballtank · 1 year ago

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Maybe i should do another Rentry post for these but just in case.

Honestly, if Crowbcat wanted to be even more /v/, he could've not bothered with those videos about Halo (Which even Martin O'Donnell liked) and instead gone full "Babby's first FPS that ruined the genre".

He even made a positive video about Doom 2016, for a guy that is essentially "/v/ outside of /v/".

Like he could've technically been worse, since /v/ even had threads shitting on RE4.

Love Death and Robots seems at first to be a spiritual successor to Heavy Metal in terms of being a showcase of different sci-fi stories.

The problem is that Heavy Metal had a particular appeal that isn't really present in LDR, mostly the "nerd into 80/90's heavy metal/sci-fi" stuff while LDR has typical modern elements.

But this might also be partially why the Heavy Metal comics brand is dead, because they dropped that appeal/focus years ago.

If people look at the 2 animated movies or those illustrations by Simon Bisley, they'll get disappointed knowing HM stopped showing tits at some point.

Though someone i follow that is a bigger comics expert points out that Heavy Metal was more about the art while 2000AD was more about the stories and also had better variety so it wasn't just "cool characters nerds like".

The thing with Lois Lane in the new Superman cartoon is that she looks like a generic tomboy but to some people, she was just a white office lady.

I guess it's like how Marian from Double Dragons wans't really a visually iconic looking character, so nobody cares that River City Girls turned her into Dorohedoro Noi.

But it also might be a difference from Harley Quinn where if these characters like superheroes or villains have interesting designs, then the likes of Batman's butler Alfred or Spiderman's Aunt May exist to look normal and not have actual designs.

So to some it isn't a loss because she never had a "design" as they think.

SiivaGunner was a fun gimmick at first but i think what made the channel kinda boring is how many memes they started to incorporate and even make it part of a "lore".

Like Grandad and Snow Halation are "part of it" but then there's all these various attempts at referencing specific e-celebs and memes.

It's specifically lame when they reference Keemstar or Logan/Jake Paul like those are human beings worth liking.

Also makes the "wholesome" aesthetic weird.

"Awww look at Kirby and Frisk from Undertale, videogames are so cute... anyway, here's the shittiest memes you've already been tired of seeing on Youtube mixed along".

People already give Triple Q some shit for being irony poisoned or meme centered, even if he hasn't reached the level of Grandayy.

Probably the same deal with Tumblr people going "NO MORE IRONY, I WANT SINCERITY" but still showing hints of the meme/irony culture they grew around, when they could either develop real life experiences or interact with actual good media.

Maybe a problem with nerd portrayals in pop culture is that the idea of them being outcast and all is there but Star Wars was always popular, so pop culture was "partially correct".

Like replace Star Wars and Star Trek with Heavy Metal comics or something less talked about and all those caricatures in tv shows could've been more accurate.

When it comes to fiction copying/taking stuff from its own fields, comedy is probably the worst case of this because you'll realize certain caricatures or "types" come from someone's observations and then later comedies take it and it becomes autopilot in a way.

Maybe it's the case with media leading to stereotypes or biased views on real people but moreso something that makes characters feel less sincere.

I dunno, making another generic fantasy setting with orcs and dragons is less evil in comparison to a sitcom copying the same character traits.

Seeing people go "you're not a real fighting game fan unless you're part of the FGC" is funny because it's obviously a response to people mad at the censorship in Skullgirls.

But also because it's a way to make any game less beloved than it is because of how exploitable it is.

"You're not a real Mario fan unless you're a SM64 speedrunner".

When Doom Eternal came out, even guys with "hot takes about JRPG's" and those that mock Redditors talked about the Isabelle crossovers and did basic Doom memes.

Most of them might as well be fake fans because they're not too invested in wads and browse Doomworld.

See how that sounds?

I think i already said in Rentry posts that Sseth became either safe or too reliant on current memes.

Emptyhero however still makes risky jokes and is still funny.

If i finish my game, i wouldn't care if he shat on it as long as he made a review of it funny.

If you think about it, Zoomers grew up with Smosh and ERBOH, so they watch breadtubers and essay video makers to overcompensate.

It's the closest they get to "intellectualism" to make it up for watching shit that other online groups would put it beneath 9gag.

10:

I wonder if there's a correlation between people complaining about "edgy animation" (As in, when Spongebob has better animation/is animated by actual animators than SU) and people that hate AAA games with "photorealistic" graphics.

Because there is an arguement for "corporate" art styles still requiring effort but then they'd realize that applies more to 3D "CalArts" animation that even the Mario movie has than Spongebob.

Even with videogames, developers "scaling down graphics" won't just be the end of Naughty Dog but even fantasy or sci-fi designs people like.

Not even "343 overdesigned sci-fi" or "DarkSiders copycat autopilot fantasy" but there's character designs people won't admit have a lot of detail.

Unless that "i want shorter games with worse graphics" image is less about scale and more about quality as in "the Metal Slug series is soulless because it having good pixel art means it took slavework while my shitty indie game is REAL SOUL because the art style being bad is a good thing".

Maybe it's a clique thing where people just advertise the "right kind" of games.

And again, corporations LOVE stiff animation and hate effort taking animation from passionate animators.

11:

I think the reason why people have some interest in people taking shit seriously is because of what comes next: When they "betray" that investment.

Like Zoomers still taking screenshots of art they deem illegal/immoral to mock someone or taking "Proshippers DNI" off profiles to not get blocked by artists.

Or people treating "groomer" as a slur when they could easily use it against the other side when they find their actual examples of groomers.

Something where the issue is not "taking shit seriously" but more "doing a terrible job at it", because when you take something like culture wars or fandom shit seriously, your brain might as well have some connection like your life somehow depends on it.

You can see this with germophobes who wash their hands too many times, then they make food for someone and don't wash their hands: Are they outgrowing their habits? Or are they revealing they only care for their safety, even if the food isn't contaminated by a real threat?

Maybe it's a sign of people only acting a certain way to fit in a group.

Because it can also come off as a sign of a weak character if you fuck up even something you're supposed to base yourself around.

12:

The idea of a Barbie moving having politics is funny because the "outside" of Barbie has all these feminists thinking girls are forced to play with it or that the character is a terrible representation of women.

In a way, politics in media could be about the "outside" and not what's coming from the setting or story.

Same deal with Doom: Why bring up the UAC argent energy plot when you have John Carmack making the games moddable out of a "hacker respector" way and Romero getting the sack by ZeniMax when wanting to share some assets related to the games?

13:

The occasional overlaps between SA and Tumblr are funny because they seem opposite at first until you realize their opposites explain the overlaps.

One thing is troll's remorse, another is nerds that were always easy to mock still trying to be the bullies.

Knowing the history behind Dril and even Homestuck can reveal some lore between a site where nerds wasted money on a forum while telling other nerds to die and another that acted as a hugbox for freaks to feel "heckin valid".

14:

I think a reason why OG Lara Craft is more liked than the boring new Lara is because she's clearly a comic book/action figure type character and the other is a generic "realistic" character that might as well be an NPC.

Part of why you can't put Solid Snake/Big Boss in the same field as actual generic "white guy protagonists" because of stuff related to their designs, backgrounds, personalities, gameplay etc.

Also explains why some Resident Evil fans (Even if a small minority) aren't much into the remakes or 7/8.

And a problem with both Doom movies and the cancelled Doom 4 having generic SWAT soldiers when Doom always had a particular "sci-fi security guard" aesthetic while the new games have the Sentinel stuff.

15:

The reason to make fun of shit like boomers complaining about woke stuff is if they do it in a situation where it's not the case or they exaggerate something, but you can tell some people mock these even in situations where it's not unreasonable.

Otherwise, the people mocking these boomers would still mock shit like ResetEra freaking out over cute girls in a JRPG.

Like you see people claim Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon album art is "appropriating LGBT culture" because of the rainbow and instead, it's the boomers talking about that group of people that get to be mocked.

Being stupid isn't exclusive to one side.

It's why people think it's more convinient to be left wing and then get surprised when there's grifters or shit like that.

16:

A lot of "media literacy" boils down to adding modern politics to a movie that otherwise had a very different message.

Meanwhile, Fritz the Cat had political themes that could apply to modern times but "media literacy" types and animation fans ignore it because it's not coming from their desired background/area.

17:

One of the worst images i saw was a Soyjak making fun of people that prefer to ignore Twitter.

Years of guys on /v/ being told to "go to Twitter" everytime they complain about censorship and now when some anons say "stop posting Twitter screencaps on /v/", they're told "um you should care what Twitter people say".

The mere fact that Twittier is essentially "the center of the web" is a bad thing and destroying the site would be one of the few good things Elon Musk ever did in his life.

#blog

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icallhimjoey · 2 years ago

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Can you make a joe quinn x reader where him and the reader have been together for a while and since hes getting more famous of st4 she notices the fangirls comment about her and her body and how of a small chest she has compared to others and she believes yhem and wsnts to do a breast surgery and she hides the papers from him untul he finds them and they fight about it and she explains why she wants to do it and he tells her it doesnt matter to him and that he loves her and they make love? :)

itty bitty titty committee (said with love, i am a member), assemble! wordcount: 2.3K ----------

Perfect

“What the fuck is this?”

Oh, it had been sort of fun at first.

You would excitedly point out people taking sneaky pictures on the tube, and Joe would scrunch his face at you, before turning to smile at who ever had recognized him out and about. It had become a recent phenomenon that you had to deal with, and it took some time getting used to. Before, Joe had been recognized only once when you’d been out with him, and it had been an older gentleman who’d seen him in a play and just wanted to come tell him about it. No photo. No nothing. Just a nice chat. It fascinated you that now girls would come up to him as you would do a Wednesday afternoon food shop. They’d hug him in isle 3 in Tesco’s, next to the cartons of milk and boxes of cereal as you would pretend to be invisible, pushing the trolley away as you'd keep shopping. They’d hug him so tightly; his breath would escape his chest as he posed for pictures taken with phones in shaky hands.

Joe never minded. Joe always made time. He’d match their energy and his media training would kick in, you’d clock it immediately, but Joe was always genuine. A class act. He wouldn’t go as far to say that it’s what he actively wanted, being recognized in places and at times he didn’t expect to be, but he was so grateful for it. It meant that he was doing something right. It had tickled you to no end when you found people were talking online under reposted photos that were plucked off of your social media pages. You had been quick to privatize everything, but people had their ways, you were sure. People would argue with passion – “Joseph can hang out with a girl without having to date her!”, “Oh my God that’s literally his sister!”, “Daft cows, that’s his agent.”. You would send Joe screenshots in WhatsApp, adding “my good friend” or “such close siblings” with love heart emojis and he would write back “fuck off, weirdo”. When you’d been less careful and had kissed outside of a McDonalds late at night, it had proven that Joe was in fact spoken for. You had both been drinking, and you’d been so very happy with your little box of chicken nuggets, feeding Joe little bites as he smoked a cigarette next to the entrance. Joe had kissed you, and you had broken away from him in laughter because he still had chicken in his mouth. The photos and videos of you from across the street, a well lit and busy restaurant behind you and cars passing in front of you, had spread online. For a full week people you were close to couldn’t stop sending you screenshots as they came across them on social media. And you had really liked the pictures too! You really liked what you’d been wearing, and Joe had been in his brown suit – just cute pics of a cute couple being cute together.

“What the fuck is this?”

But Joe had told you to stop looking for pictures online, knowing not everyone would be nice. And he’d been right. The things you’d come across would sometimes baffle you, and you would absolutely lose yourself for hours, hidden behind your phone or laptop screen. You hadn’t let Joe see, but some of these girls were ruthless. There was no way you would have been able to predict the running joke you had become online. “Small tits McGee.” “Joe’s a boob man, how is this fair on him” “Is that why he hugs every single girl he meets like that? So he gets to press himself up to actual boobs?” Words cut deep. Deeper than you’d like to admit. And then there were TikTok videos of edited pictures pulled from your Facebook account. Big boobs photoshopped onto your frame, replaced by the actual real shot, a flashing “before and after” on a loop that emphasized your small cup-size. It wouldn’t have affected you so bad if you hadn’t already been riddled with insecurity. These girls were only echoing the voices in your head and even though you tried your very best not to, you had spiraled.

Your boyfriend had noticed you seemed a little less happy than before. You were in moods more often, and when asking if you were okay, if something was wrong, you’d never let up. “I’m fine,” you’d say, fake smile plastered on your face. And Joe wouldn’t press it, because he knew you’d come to him if you needed to, but his worry didn’t fade.

“What the fuck is this?”

After staring at yourself in your bathroom mirror, examining yourself until your body didn’t even look real to you anymore, you started looking at websites of plastic surgeons. Breast augmentations were expensive, but the images on their websites looked good. You would scan your eyes across pages for images of breasts that looked like yours in the before photos, just to see what you could turn into if you had the money. You were sure you could save up for one, it’d just take a while. You were zooming in on scars, contemplating if you’d be okay with having those, when you decided that booking a consultation would probably still your mind a bit.

And so you’d gone in. And you hadn’t told Joe. Or anyone, for that matter. And they had shown you things. 3D images of what you may look like after. And they had let you feel implants. And they’d drawn over your chest and hadn’t even questioned why you were there, so you knew. Yours were the kind of boobs people got augmented. You’d left your first appointment with booklets, flyers, and folders. They had printed the photo they had taken of you. The before. And also, the virtual after.

Sometimes, when Joe wouldn’t be in, you’d just look at it. Getting used to it. Holding up the image next to your own body, and you had started preferring the body that was promised to you by the surgeon. So, you silently had started to save money, because maybe, this was just right for you. It would end the stream of comments and jokes you’d read every day, because you couldn’t not check to see what people were saying about you. “What the fuck is this?” Joe’s tone was accusatory. Harsh.

You’d walked in on Joe, the booklets and flyers laid out on the table in front of him, the two printed pictures in his hands. He’d found them. You hadn’t known exactly how to react, but your instinct was to settle down the upset that roared within your boyfriend and had seeped out through his eyes at you.

“Oh, that’s nothing,” you tried minimizing it, sounding aloof. But your face had flushed red with embarrassment as you had stepped forward to try and take the pictures from Joe. “You’re not thinking of doing this.” Joe accused, moving his hands out of your reach and the anger in his voice flushed your body with adrenaline. You didn’t appreciate Joe’s tone. Who was he to decide this for you? His face didn’t falter, not a hint of empathy behind his eyes, and you felt anger bubble up your throat. “And if I was?” in your head you had sounded stern, but your voice left your body too shaky for your liking. Joe’s face dropped suddenly and flooded with concern. “Sweetheart,” he looked at the images again, and you felt strangely exposed. “Why?” Joe asked on an exhale, his eyes scanning the printed 'after' photo. Your arms subconsciously wrapped around your stomach, and you raised your shoulders in a shrug. Explaining it would mean you’d have to confess it was his fans that had gotten under your skin, and you didn’t want to do that. You chewed at the inside of your cheek, before growing frustrated at Joe looking at the images of you in his hands. “Give those here,” you successfully snatched them from him this time and started collecting the rest from the table. Joe watched you, his eyebrows furrowed, and his face showed genuine confusion. Your response to his words, the way you were scrambling to hide all the things he’d found when he had been looking for an envelope in drawers littered with random junk had absolutely taken him by surprise. You’d never mentioned any of this before to him. “You know you don’t need it,” Joe tried, but the compliment fell on deaf ears. You moved the pile of papers back into the drawer where Joe had found them, no need to be secretive about them now. You didn’t know how long ago Joe had discovered them, and how much of the information he’d read through. “I’m just entertaining the idea.” You pushed the drawer shut, figuratively also closing the door on the topic in your mind. It didn’t work as easy as that on Joseph, though. “When were you going to tell me?” Joe snarked, clearly annoyed by his failed attempt to quickly talk you out of getting a boob job. He couldn’t accept your mindless disregard, and he wasn’t sure what irked him more. The fact that you’d withheld this from him, or the thought of coming home one day and finding you with fake tits high up on your chest. “I would’ve let you know eventually,” you said tensely. “It doesn’t really concern you.” You lied, entirely too unconvincing and he could hear it in your voice. Joe’s eyes shot down to your chest. What was wrong with them? You had never shown insecurity before, Joe’s hands were always welcome to grope. What had changed? “Stop staring.” “You’re perfect.” Joe spoke softly, finding your eyes with his own, changing his tactics to change your mind. You weren’t great at hiding true feelings, and Joe had known you long enough to read your eyes with expertise. You scoffed at his little comment. “You are!” Joe argued, reaching out and grabbing your wrist. “Most wouldn’t agree,” you succumbed to Joe’s warm kindness and let him pull you closer. You looked down at how Joe intertwined his fingers with yours. “You should see the things they’re saying,” your voice was tiny and it shocked more worry into Joe. “Who?” Joe leant down a little, his face moving to find your line of sight to make you look at him. “Them. Online! I know I shouldn’t look- you said I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it!” you huffed, defeated, chest heaving with anger still. You were scared to elaborate much further. You knew Joe hated that success in his career also could negatively affect whoever he was close to, so you really didn’t want to press it. It would just make him feel awful. But Joe understood and it hurt his heart. It didn’t need further explaining. He embraced you as you just stood there, arms down by your sides, overtly aware of your chest pressing up against his. “Come on,” Joe moved your arms to his back, “Hug me back.”. You weakly left your hands where Joe had placed them, and you felt frustration-tears at the sides of your eyes. “Tightly!” Joe whined at you, and you obliged. You clasped your hands around your own tensed arms behind him and squeezed his ribs tightly. The pressure of your touches made the tears escape your eyes and you nuzzled your face into Joe’s chest. Then Joe reached behind you and opened the drawer you had just shut moments before, taking out the pile of paper and turning you around in his grip. Hovering over you from behind, his head heavy on your shoulder, one hand still around your waist, he guided you to the bin in the kitchen. One of his feet pressed down on the paddle, opening it in front of you. And then instead of throwing everything in himself, he pressed it all into your hands. “You don’t need it.” Joe spoke into your ear before kissing you on the patch of skin just below it, both his hands now firmly around you, holding you up. You frowned, and hesitated. Joe picked up on it immediately. “These,” his hands found your boobs, and you caved your chest inward slightly. “Are so fucking pretty.” Joe’s voice was deep, aroused, as he spoke in a near whisper and a groan slipped out right next to your ear. You dropped all that you were holding, most of it missed the bin completely, but it didn’t matter. You turned to find his lips with your own. And Joe made sure to pay extra attention to show his appreciation of you. He needed you to feel his worship of you in your bones. He roughly pushed your top up, yanking your bra up over your chest as well. His lips and teeth scraped the hot skin of your chest, tongue swirling and leaving wet trails across them. He covered you in kisses and nibbled at your nipples as your head fell back in pleasure, moans escaping your throat. Before you knew it, Joe had picked you up with strong arms and slung you lazily over his shoulder. It made you shriek, trying your best to hold onto Joe so he wouldn’t drop you as he made his way over to the bedroom. There he let you fall onto the bed. Joe put a knee down either side of you, and for a moment, just looked at you through half-lidded eyes as you smiled back at him.

“Perfect.”

#joe quinn #joseph quinn #requested #joey quinn #joe x reader #joseph x reader #perfect

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sunnyie-eve · 2 years ago

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Celebrity Crush || Fallen in Love

Paring: Joseph Quinn x Original female costar

Word Count: 2118

Summary: The L word is finally mention when neither of them even use it in a playful way

Warnings: fluff (I couldn't stop smiling while writing), secret relationship

A/N: Of course I make this up for this to go the way I want. (For this I’ll be using my OFC in Trouble in Hawkins for this OFC to play her.)

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"I'm taking Dexter out for a walk so he can go potty." I poke my head through the door to let Joseph know. "Okay, I'm about to start my interviews so-," I cut in, "Be quiet when coming in. I know." I give him a smile before turning to leave. "Excuse me!" He shouts making me go back. "What?" I ask confused. "Where's my kiss?" He points at his lips making me roll my eyes laughing. "You're so annoying." I lean down giving him a kiss. "You like my annoying ass." He smiles holding my face giving me multiple kisses. "Have fun with all your interviews. You deserve all the attention." I leave the room grabbing the leash and attaching it to Dexter's collar. "Ready to go? Go outside? Go for a walk?" I use a higher pitch to talk to him and he jumps wagging his tail. "Okay." I open the door and we head outside.

As we walk around and get to a more public area, I notice a small amount of people notice me. "It's little Dexter." A fan shouts making me laugh. "Wanna pet him?!" I call out making her run over with her friend. "He likes meeting new people." I say as they bend down to him. "What are you doing in London?" The friend asks. "Visiting for work. I have a few photoshoots." I slightly tell the truth. "You gonna visit Joseph?" They laugh. "When I have time and he does too. He's got loads of interviews today." I let them know. "I loved you in the last episode of Vol 2. I wish Eddie stayed alive and got with Sky. They were cute together." She tells me as she lets Dexter. "As Skylar said maybe in an alternate universe they do get together. Which is basically fanfics fans write. But then again fans like Eddie and Steve." I laugh. "Can we get a picture with you?" One asks so I say yes.

When they walk off I continue my walk and swing by a shop to get a few snacks. Arriving back at Joseph's, I come in quietly with Dexter and the bags. Listening carefully, I could hear him talking so I tell Dexter to go lay down. As I was being quiet in the kitchen I start to hear Joseph laughing loudly, "Good boy. Good boy." My eyes widen and I rush to see the door was now open. "You have a puppy?" The interviewer asks him. "No, he's Presley puppy. She's here in London for work and I'm watching him right now. He was sleeping in the other room and just opened the door." He gives Dexter love. I move my arms around to call Dexter back over and it works so I carefully close the door all the way now.

"I said go lay down not bug Joseph, Dexter." I pat the top of his head and go sit on the sofa and watch videos on my phone. "What?" I answer a FaceTime from my best friend. "I've been keeping a secret from you." She laughs. "What?" I give her a look. "So my uncle got me two very very very very special tickets/passes to Lollapalooza that not just anyone can get. Like you can't get these off the website. And I'm making you my plus one." She shouts making me turn her down. "No way!" I get excited quietly. "Who's your uncle? How?" I ask confused. "There's perks when you have a famous relative. Normally I don't pull out that card but I am for this." She laughs. "Again, who is he? I didn't know you have a famous relative." I ask more curious. "Oh, right. Perry Farrell is my uncle. The one who created the festival." She laughs and my jaw drops. "No way." I tell her. "Yep. My mom is his younger sister." She laughs. "And we're going all four days because I know you love artists playing each day. We'll talk more when it gets closer. Love you bye." She hangs up and I jump up doing a happy dance.

"What are you celebrating?" Joseph walks into the room. "My friend, Sophie said I'm her plus one to Lollapalooza. She's using, my famous family member card for special passes. Her uncle, who I didn't even know she was related to, is the founder of the festival." I tell him. "Also sorry about Dexter coming in." I sit back down. "It's okay. I made up a good lie on the spot." He sits next to me. "How was your walk?" He puts his arm around me turning on the tv. "Ran into fans. Asked what I'm doing here so I said work. Then they asked if I would visit you. To where I said when we're not busy." I cuddle into his side as Dexter jumps onto the couch laying on the other side of Joseph.

"Don't you actually have a photoshoot later?" He brings up. "Yeah." I yawn. "Go take a nap. I'll wake you up before you have to leave." He makes me smile, "Come lay with me." I get up grabbing his hands trying to pull him off the sofa. "But if I fall asleep, I can't wake you up." He chuckles not moving. "I have an alarm set to sill remind me even when I'm awake. Come on." I whine tugging. "I wanna sit here and watch tv. Plus I don't won't to bother you while you try sleeping." He says so I sit back down next to him. "Fine. I'll stay right here in your side watching tv." I cuddle him again. "You're so stubborn." He shakes his head looking for something to watch.

Later when I was getting prepped for the photoshoot my manager sends me schedule for upcoming events and the Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon was one of them. Apparently I was also going to do a little press with Jamie and Joseph in Brazil. The shoot I had three different looks so it was gonna take time. I take a mirror selfie as my hair gets styled and post it on my Instagram. When I was getting changed for the last outfit my phone goes off. "Yes?" I answer it. "I'm putting my setlist together for Lollapalooza and I'm adding Forget me too. Do you think you can fly out on the July 29th to sing your part?" Colson asks me. "Actually a friend was taking me all four days so yeah I'll be there. I'll do it." I let him know. "Do I need to get you two special passes?" He asks me. "Oh no. Her uncle is Perry Farrell for we're good." I let him know. "Great. See you then and thank you, Pres." He hangs up and I text my manager to let him know.

(These outfits for each of the poses)

"Mama's home!" I come through the door making Dexter jump off the couch running to me. "I know, I missed you too baby." I give him love as I shut the door. "How was the shoot?" Joseph asks from the kitchen. "Good. Wanna see some photos?" I walk over to him. He just gives me a head nod of I go to my camera roll then turn the phone towards him. He looks at them then looks back to the food before taking my phone out of my hand. "Risky with one aren't you?" He shows me the one when with major cleavage. "It's actually my first time asking a shoot with an outfit like that." I take my phone back. "You don't think I look good?" I raise an eyebrow. "I didn't say that. You look amazing, darling." He gives me a smile.

"You making us dinner?" I wrap my arms around his waist as he cooks. "Yes. But of course you have to be a picky eater, which-," I cut him off, "You hate. Fussy eaters. Get over it." I roll my eyes mocking him in an accent. "You know me so well but still won't get over it." He looks at me. "If I don't like it, I don't like it. And that's it. You deal with it or I leave." I laugh squeezing him. "I am dealing with it. I have to make two separate pots because you hate mushrooms." He makes me laugh at how stressed he was. "And I appreciate that." I lean up kissing his cheek. "Why do you hate them? They're delicious." He huffs. "I just refuse to try it." I make him turn around to face me. "You have never tried it? How can you say you hate them but never tried it? I'm making you try one." He grabs one and I run away from him. "No!"

"Yes!" He rushes after me. "No, I won't do it." I move out if his reach and Dexter starts to get playful. "You will if you want to keep dating me." He gives me a look. "Then we're done then." I laugh as he lunges at me but I run away. "Presley! Just a tiny bite!" He chases me and Dexter starts to bark. "Get him! Get Joey! Get him. Protect mama." I tell him and he starts to jump at Joseph. "Rude." He tells him. "I put up with your fussy eating and make you a whole special meal and you can't even try this for me?" He finally catches me. "It looks terrible." I eye it. "Please, for me?" He looks into my eyes with a pout. "Damn eyes..." I take it and take a tiny bite. I make a face and a gagging sound rushing to the trash can spitting it out then rise my mouth. "Overreact much?" He goes back to cooking. "I tried it and didn't like it." He rolls his eyes at me. "Now, give this fussy eater a kiss." I pucker my lips leaning up so he give me a kiss.

After eating dinner, we change clothes to relax on the couch watching a movie. "Darling." Joseph shakes me as I was dosing off again. "Huh?" I ask confused. "You're falling asleep." He chuckles. "No. I'm watching the movie." I lie sitting up straight blinking at the tv. "Through your closed eyelids?" He says making me giggle, "Yeah." I nod my head. "Go to bed. I'll be there in a bit." He says so I whine, "Come with me. I want to cuddle." I grab his hands trying to get him up again like earlier in the day. "Fine." He gets up grabbing me, rushing to his room making me giggle. He tosses me onto the bed then jumps next to me laying down as we get under the covers.

He pulls me into his chest then just stares into my eyes, "I still can't believe you like me." He tells me. "Why do you find it so weird that I do? You not used to people liking you the way I do?" I bring my hand up to play with his hair. "I don't see what you see in me." He places his hand on my face letting his thumb caress my cheek. "I see a lovely guy. You're funny, playful, kind, respectful, considerate, honest... You're just a great person. How can I not fall in love with you especially with your sweet eyes?" We maintain eye contact. "Fall in love with me?" He repeats. "You're in love with me?" He gets a big smile making me hide my face embarrassed turning my face red.

We've been together officially for only a month and neither of us have had used the L word in any way. Not even as, well you love my annoying ass, when we get playfully annoyed with each other. "Why are you hiding your face?" He chuckles trying to move my hands. "No." I whine making him chuckle more. "If you must know, I've fallen in love with you too." He says so I peek through my fingers. "Really?" I let him move my hands. He looks into my eyes with a smile and a small head nod. He cups my face pulling my face closer to him while he leans closer our lips meet. He pulls back still holding my face smiling before peaking my nose holding me against his chest. "Let's get some sleep, love." He leans back to turn off the lamp then holds on his arms causing me to fall asleep.

#stranger things #joseph quinn #joe quinn #stranger things 4 #stranger things s4 #eddie munson x henderson #eddie munson #stranger things eddie munson

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bia-jang · 3 years ago

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bia’s western friends

INVOLVED:

bia x ava max

HOW DID THEY MEET ?:

bia went live singing to one of ava’s older songs and rambling about how much she loved her, not even thinking that the clip would go viral. the live quickly spread all over twitter and other social media platforms, eventually bringing it to the singer’s attention. it went viral mostly because everyone knows ava had her fair share of collabing with kpop idols when she created a song featuring NCT. ava went on a rant on twitter about how much she appreciated being noticed for her music and how cute bia was. ava ended up watching ateez’s music videos and surprisingly even attending one of their concerts! fans noticed this and started screaming ava’s name while bia and her members were on stage. bia looked confused until staff came and told her that ava had been in the huge crowd the whole time (bia fan girl moment 😍🫶🏽) she ran off stage with security behind her and eventually found ava in the middle of the crowd of fans. they greeted each other, hugging, making fans immediately capture this legendary moment.

(really went all out for this one 💀)

FRIENDSHIP:

they’re really good friends. whenever they see each other on the internet or even in person, they always support each other whether it’s making small comments or streaming each other’s music.

FAN’S VIEW:

to fans, it was the most unexpected friendship, but they love it. you’ll most likely see them constantly wishing for a collab between the two!

INVOLVED:

bia x dua lipa

HOW DID THEY MEET ?:

when dua attended the MAMA 2019 show, bia couldn’t help her excitement. one of her favorite western artists right in korea performing.

so when the show was over, bia saw dua leaving backstage and her members encouraged her to go up to dua or she’d miss her opportunity. and boy was she glad she listened to them for once. she jogged up to dua before she left (also how she ended up meeting hwasa but that story’s for another day). they naturally got along and got each other’s vibes really well.

FRIENDSHIP:

like i said, they just naturally got along so they’re friendship is really great. they got each other’s numbers so they try to facetime each other every chance they get. and when they do see each other in person, they get so excited and almost tackle one another trying hug 😭.

FAN’S VIEW:

fans love the friendship like literally ADORE it. they mostly love how dua and bia are actually good friends and don’t just show off for the cameras. whenever bia and dua get together, they always post pictures or videos or just take them to save for themselves. (always posting facetime pics of each other too lmao)

INVOLVED:

bia x sadie sink

HOW DID THEY MEET ?:

bia is a HUGE fan of stranger things so she’s known to always promote it on social media. whether it’s simping over characters, crying LMAO, or just expressing her love for the 80s and ST. bia made a clip of her go viral when she expressed how much she loved sadie as an actress and her characters.

“i’d do anything for sadie sink” 💀

eventually, it got back to sadie and she replied by following bia back on her social media, and commented under the video that a fan reposted. sadie wanted to meet someone that was such big fan of her so she (somehow) convinced netflix to invite bia to a premiere for the newest season (where bia almost fell over cause she got to see joseph quinn in person 💀💀). when they met, bia teared up from being overwhelmed. not only because she was meeting her favorite actress but sadie actually noticed her AND invited her. it’s not everyday you’re favorite celeb does something like that..

FRIENDSHIP:

besides sadie being bia’s favorite actress, sadie supports bia too! she watches and listens to some of ateez’s music so she can obsess over bia (bae 😞) but of course she enjoys the boys even if she may not know them that well. bia and sadie text pretty often whether it’s just to see how the other is doing or just to talk.

FAN’S VIEW:

once again, fans did not see this coming. especially bia being able to get into a netflix premiere. lots of fans are hoping bia can make her acting debut just so her and sadie can work together lol. i bet if you open twitter or tiktok and search bia, you can find lots of sadie x bia edits..

INVOLVED:

bia x jamie bower

HOW DID THEY MEET ?:

they met when bia attended the premiere. she also expressed how much she loved his music so when they saw each other, their vibes instantly matched + they just have a lot of things in common.

FRIENDSHIP:

they are another pair who facetime a lot and post cursed pics of each other (😭). jamie likes to watch ateez’s mvs but not just for bia but because he genuinely likes their music. but like i said, bia also supports him and reposts his music.

FAN’S VIEW:

fans love lovE LOVE this duo. literally cries anytime the two appear on the same screen LMFAO. they’re both hot and both make fire music so i really don’t have to express how much they love it. since they post cursed pics of each other, fans are always making memes out of the two.. 😭

#ateez 9th member #ateez oc #ateezbiia #kpop extra member #ateez #ateez au #idol oc #idol au #kpopidol #ateez x oc

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wintfleur · 1 year ago

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Do you have any more fun facts about Stella?

ꔫ more fun facts about Stella!

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Stella has a public tiktok account where she likes posting, random videos/short vlogs, sometimes dance covers, and just trending challenges/pranks.

Stella loves, and I mean loves redbull! If she could she would live off it.

Stella has a driving license, but doesn’t like driving

Stella absolutely loves animals! She really wants a dog!

Her favorite superhero is Batman!

She was a twilight girl, is known for forcing her brothers and friends and boyfriend into watching the movies with her!

Besides hockey and figure skating, her favorite sport is F1

She’s a mclaren girle

She’s always making playlists, and she shares them the most with Trevor and Cole!

Stella loves going to concerts

went to the eras roro with Trevor and Jamie! And then went again with cole

Loves playing golf with her friends, usually playing with Trevor and cole during the summer, and she’s not that bad

Her specialty is putting and driving the golf cart

Forgets the rules of golf every time

She can fall asleep anywhere

Always falling asleep in the car, shoulders are her best friend

She’s a window sitter, she gets really nauseous

Her brothers always joke about her being obsessed with a clean room, she’s very organized and hates when people move around her things, especially at her desk. She likes to know where everything is.

SHE LOVES STUFFED ANIMALS

She loves going on bike rides

She loves hot showers, and hates taking ice baths

Jokingly calls people pookie

Cole gifted her a heated blanket and she cried, she loves it so much

She loves eating, but looses her appetite a lot

Not a fan of syrup

Refuses to answer waffles or pancakes’ she loves them both to much

Has a habit of forgetting to take her iron pills

Will get random texts throughout the day from Jack asking if she took her iron

Hates going to the doctors alone, and now that Luke left Rutger goes with her whenever he can

She’s always liking nhl memes on twitter

She’s always vibing and singing along to the music playing at games

Has a lot of cute ear muffs, that she wears to the games because sometimes the loud noise gets to her, especially when she doesn’t feel to good

she loves hot tubs

She loves watching edits, she has many folders

She gets extremely thirsty out of nowhere

She has no problem sleeping with it without socks, she doesn’t care, most of the time she wakes up with her socks mysteriously off her feet.

The Canucks and devils social media admins love Stella so much

Stella cried when Jamie got Injured and she is always texting and calling him to make sure he’s okay

The same with Trevor!

She’s Quinn’s biggest fan

Not the biggest NFL fan but she loves watching the games with her brothers and rut

She’s so good at pool

Her brothers love spoiling her

She gets baby fever way to much

She will cry when things are to cute

Stella’s kinda a cry baby but it’s okay

Breakfast club and mama mia are her favorite movies

Always brings her earphones or headphones with her

SHE LOVES LONG DRIVES

As long as she doesn’t get car sick

Refuses to talk about or remember her embarrassing moments, to her they don’t exist

She finds hockey fights absolutely hilarious

hates getting hiccups, hers are so painful

Has to sleep holding somthing!

She likes, saves, and sometimes comments on all the edits of Rutger! He has his own special folder

She will be in her bed, Rutger by her side and she will be giggling and kicking her feet as she watches edits of him

Rutger will be like “you know I’m right here right?” 🤨

It’s crazy how he gets jealous about edits MADE OF HIM

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peydawgz · 3 years ago

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May I request a FS nsfw female!reader x Avocato fic where the reader wants to have a baby with him after Lil Cato talked about wanting a sibling and lets Avocato f*ck her til she's full of his seed? Can you also include some dirty talk and daddy kink? Thank you so much.

ooooo something spicy! ofc! (i also added a little bit of *angst* yayyy)

also don't ask for a timeframe, i don't really know either? Everyone's just kinda there on the ship yee. we're just gonna pretend that this is s2 maybe? lil cato still accepts avocato as his father.

boiii that just made me want to write a possible part 2 for this placed in s3 where lil cato finds out about his dad- and he's got a baby sister

|| NSFW Avocato x female!Reader

The day had started as usual, waking up next to Avocato who was still asleep next to you. When he was asleep, he looked so much... calmer. His ears were flat down, and he laid on his side, you on your back, and him holding you around your waist. He was making biscuits in his sleep, his hands massaging your sides. You only laid there for about five minutes before you couldn't take the cuteness anymore- his little whiskers were twitching!

You press a kiss to his soft pink nose and nuzzle your head into the fur of his neck. Avocato isn't the deepest sleeper, so he snapped awake pretty quickly, holding you close and mumbling, "Well good morning."

You two sleepily got up and stretched, got dressed, and went to see what Quinn had prepared for breakfast. Lil Cato was sitting on a countertop, playing a handheld video game intensely. Personally, you thought he was a very good kid, skilled in fighting, and you adored his enthusiasm about everything. Lil Cato hadn't been too fond of you at first, but that's just how kids are when their parents start dating again you assumed, and so you gave him time to warm up. When he found out you were pretty good at video games, he got interested and started to trust you more. "I'm not calling you mom, though." He had grumbled at first, but now? He settled into calling you "Madre", because it sounds like "padre"-meaning friend, but also means "mother" and he could work with that. You'd been with Avocato for awhile now, through thick and thin, and you had almost adopted Lil Cato as your own.

You walked into the kitchen of the ship, ruffling the blue hair on his head and bidding him a good morning. Avocato was right behind you, giving his son a quick side hug to make sure his game wasn't disturbed, and followed you to the table.

After a nice little breakfast, and everyone on the ship talking about what they wanted to do that day, Fox and Ash were giggling to themselves, and Ash kept trying to get Fox to be quieter- as if it were a secret. You watched Lil Cato tun his head to them, and make his way over with a friendly little "Hey guys! Whatcha doin?" The two turn around quickly, obviously hiding something, and Ash nervously shakes her head, "Nothing, just sibling stuff, haha!" And they made their escape to another room.

Lil Cato's ears flopped down in sadness, and he stood there for a moment, as if he were thinking about it. You felt bad for him, seeing the neglect from his friends made you want to go give him a hug. There was nobody else on the ship his age, and they kind of had their own thing going on most of the time. You looked around for Avocato, and he was chatting with Gary a couple feet away from you. The smaller cat alien slowly walked up to you, tail between his legs, and he looked around nervous- as if something were bothering him. "Heyyyy Madre? I-I was just wondering something...." He mumbles, and you give him your attention. Avocato is also listening in, his sense of hearing being heightened due to him being a cat.

"When do you think I'll get a sibling?" He asks quietly, fumbling around with his paws. Apparently, Gary heard it too, because the room was now dead silent. Your face reddened a little at the thought. Were you ready for that? What would Avocato think? "Is that something you want, son?" Avocato slowly approaches, also somewhat embarrassed, but trying his best. "Yeah! It'd be like having a best friend all the time! A-And I would help with the baby stuff if you wanted me too, I could like, learn some responsibility or whatever-" Lil Cato was trying to explain, when Gary interrupted loudly. "Oh hoho! You think you're ready for that responsibility, spider cat? That's some hard work! I never had any siblings, but I know about how crazy it can get." He laughs. You shake your head and softly reply to Lil Cato, "It might happen someday, my little cheeto, but I'd have to see that I would be ready, too. And your father as well. Stuff like that just takes time. I think you'd be an amazing big brother." You smile, and it seems to help. He looked happier now, his expression bursting with excitement. "Heck yeah! I can't wait! I think you'd make a pretty great mom!" And he ran off. You could see Avocato was still caught off guard though.

.......

The thought kept you stirring for the whole day. A kid... with Avocato? You daydreamed about it a couple times, but you never thought to ask what his opinion on having a kid was. He also seemed like he was on edge the whole day for probably the same reason. So when you two had alone time with each other, that's when it came out.

Avocato was sitting on the bed, his head in his hands, looking almost... scared? You sat beside him, your head resting on his shoulder. "Is everything alright, my love?" You questioned, reaching over to hold his hand. He squeezed your little hand in his, and sighed, "I.... I wasn't the best father to Lil Cato. I got him mixed up in my job, and it was all my fault. He could have died. I don't want to make another kid go through any of that pain. I don't know if I'll be able to do it right...And I don't want to make you go through any pain you wouldn't want" He confesses.

"Hey.... Lil Cato looks up to you, hun. He thinks you're the best dad in the world! And Gary is a very good father figure to him as well, he can help you through it if we did... have another. And none of that stuff will happen again. I'm here for you, and you don't have to go through parenthood alone again. Plus, everyone here on the ship would be delighted to have a baby around, I'm sure! It'll be like one big family, and the ship would be a great home. I love you, Avocato. Fatherhood is hard, but you're not going through this by yourself. And I'm sure I can handle having a kid. There's nobody else in the universe I'd trust more with my baby than you." You comfort him, petting the top of his head and placing a kiss to his cheek.

Avocato looks down at you, and pulls you into a tight embrace. His heart was full of so many emotions, but you comforted him so well. "Thank you." He mumbles, head shoved into your neck. You gently ease him backwards so that you were on top of him on the bed, holding him close and cuddling. From the pressure on his chest, and having you so close and sitting like that on his lap, he started to feel that familiar heat wash over him. You turn him soft, he's making little meow noises, planting kisses around your soft face, his tail flailing about between your legs and brushing against your ankles. You know what's coming now. You remove his armored shirt, revealing his muscular body underneath. You press kisses all around his chest and biceps. You can feel the growing tent in his pants between your legs, and you press down on him, grinding slowly.

Avocato quickly moves your position, grabbing your wrist and pinning you down underneath him instead. He starts to paw at one of your breasts over your shirt, humping you through your clothes as well. "Mmm, you smell so nice." He purrs, pushing his head between your breasts, one hand slipping under your shirt. You make a small moan upon feeling his warm fingers grazing your hard nipples, and the wetness in your panties is getting a little hard to deal with. Your shirt is removed in one swift motion, and Avocato starts to lick across your nipple. His tongue feels sensational, so much different than anything else you'd ever felt, swirling around your very sensitive buds. He starts to unzip his pants, giving his cock some free room from how hard he was.

After a lot of teasing your breasts and leaving hickies around your neck, shoulders, and chest, he finally kicks his pants off as well as yours. You can see his girthy, 7 inch dick poking about in his boxers. You'd never seen him get so excited for you, and he looked almost hungry to put himself in you. He grinds against you through your panties, and he's purring pretty loud at this point. "Mmhh, You're so wet baby." He groans, and you can see that you're leaving a wet spot against his clothing from your grinding. "Please, I need you." You whisper, grabbing at his muscular arms. "What do you need baby? You want me to fuck you? Say please for me." He slows down his grinding now, kicking off his boxers. He presses his soft head in between your thighs and starts to rapidly lick your cunt, pulling your panties aside. You hold your eye contact with him, and rock your hips against his tongue. "Please fuck me, daddy. I can't take it. I need you now." You whine, and he obliges.

Avocato grabs your thighs and slides you to the edge of the bed, he stands over you and takes your panties off, grinning at the strands of wetness caught between your thighs from your needy, begging pussy. He pushes his pink member against your moist folds, sliding back and forth and teasing your clit with his tip. "Look how wet you are for me. You're so fucking hot, baby. You want it in?" He hums, gently pushing his tip against your hole. "Yes, daddy! Please put it in. Fuck me hard, please." You grind up against his cock, and he pushes it all in at once, making your eyes roll back in your head, stars shooting through your body. "O-Oh! It feels so good!" You moan.

Avocato grunts, his hands holding onto your thighs, and he slides in and out of you painfully slow. He's teasing you, gyrating his hips to get you extra wet for him. It almost feels too good, he's holding back the urge to fuck you into the bed. Your soft moans and cute little gasps overcame him, and he pushes your thighs upwards, pinning them into the bed, and starts fucking you wildly. Your pussy is squelching against his fat, hard member, and his eyes are watching you intently. He reaches his head down to your breast and pulls your nipple into his mouth, sucking and pleasing you. The angle and how fast he was going started to leave you breathless, and your moans turned into loud gasps and whines, pushing your chest up against him.

The missionary position only lasted for about ten minutes before he scoops you up and starts to fuck you deeper, flipping you over into a doggy (kitty?) position and pushing in and out of you with force. You can feel his balls slapping against your ass and it only turns you on more, your face pushed into the bed and your back arched. "Fuck, baby, you feel so good for me. Daddy's gonna make you cum. You like that?" He groans in between each of his reps. Your pussy tightens around him as you move your body with him, your ass slapping against him harder. You felt close, and soon his arms were wrapped around your midsection and he had you in the mating press position. "A-Ah! I'm.... I'm really close- I'm... f-fuck me daddy! Harder!" You pleaded, and he obliged, his thrusts becoming fast and hard, making you moan out in pleasure, a sensation tingling inside of you and your legs shaking. You came on his dick, and he felt your walls twitching around him, making it hard for him to keep going. He leans closer to your ear and nibbles on it, moaning out, "Baby, can daddy come in you? Do you want it?"

That just about rendered you so turned on, you thought you would come again. You bounced your ass closer and deeper on his cock, mewling out a soft little "Yes daddy, please come in me. I want it so bad..."

"Baby, I'm cumming-"

You could feel his giant girthy cock get harder for one moment, and then his juices filled your womb, deep inside of you. He kept his dick inside of you, slowly rocking in and out of you, but keeping all of his cum in you. You felt so warm and full, you'd let him do it whenever he wanted if you knew it felt so sinfully good. Finally, he slowed down, and his caught his breath, sliding his dick out of you, letting some of the cum drip out of your pussy. He was very much enjoying the view, and started to finger his cum into you, making you moan and get overstimulated again.

"You look so good like this baby. You're so amazing, I love you." He pressed kisses on down your back and massaged your asscheeks.

Then he showed you lots of love and aftercare and made sure to cuddle you close to him, you fell asleep on his chest. Maybe Lil Cato would get a sibling after all.

#avocato #avocato x reader #final space #final space x reader #avocato final space #asks #lemon

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Hi darling! It’s me again 🌞 I’m so sorry for blowing your ask box up, but you just write so well and I enjoy interacting with you! If it’s not too much trouble, may I get a ship for ACOTAR, Marvel, and House of the Dragon/Game of Thrones (which ever is easiest for you!)?

I’m a cancer moon, cancer Sun, Virgo rising, and Virgo Venus.

My hobbies are writing, reading, playing animal crossing and some other videos games and hanging out with my friends and family. And my dogs, I love my dogs (I have 2).

I’d describe my personality as more an ambivert, but I’m more introverted (INFP). I like to stick to a close group of friends/family and like to always give 100% of me. I think respect and kindness should be mutual, and what energy is given should be matched. I like to be the friend that everyone goes to to feel good, that when they’re feeling sad they can come to me for a cheer up or some advice. I really like making people smile and feel good.

Physical wise, I’m 5’6 and on the curvy side. I’ve got pretty curly, thick, black hair and plain Jane brown eyes and some freckles. I like to think I have an hourglass shape. Oh, and I’m female lol 😊

Thank you so much in advance! 💕

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋🌈

Don't ever say you have plain Jane anything!!! I wish so badly that I had brown eyes! 🍄☀️🌻🌿

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒏: ✧ Introverted (in the sense that they would rather be alone, than with a group of people) ✧ Guarded ✧ Understanding

𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

(I have no idea where the gif/edit is from, but it's literally so good!)

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Azriel! I think you need someone who knows how to stay still, be calm, and love being home. Usually, Azriel would do work every day, all day - but now that he has you, he feels like home has new-found comfort.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Is always bringing you home flowers; and will always have your favourite hidden in the bunch

・No one dares talk down to you, they know you’re the Spymasters’ partner/girlfriend/wife

・At least once a week you, Feyre and Cassian meet up to get drunk and do chaotic things together

・Azriel absolutely towers over you, you feel so small compared to him

・ Relationship Tropes:

↬ Cheerful Optimist (You) x Grumpy Recluse (Azriel)

↬ Tough On The Outside, Soft On The Inside (Azriel) x The Top (You)

↬ Curious and Wide-Eyed (You) x Has Seen Everything, Thinks It’s Cute (Az)

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢

Your kindness; he grew up with so much trauma, and endured so much pain, that when you were kind to him, he thought you were doing so out of intimidation or fear. But that’s not the case at all. You genuinely think everyone should be treated with kindness, no matter if they’re royal or not.

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑

Feyre! You would become such a reprieve in her life. Whenever she’s in your presence, she feels like her worries could disappear. You’re that welcoming and friendly.

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Remus Lupin! (Joseph Quinn is my fancast for him lol) I think you go well with partners who are emotionally mature, and sensitive to others’ feelings.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・He always wakes you up with a hot cup of tea in bed

・I think he would be hesitant to have any pets, because ya know, he’s a werewolf. But I think you would help him take chances, but moreso, open his life up to more possibilities, rather than close it off.

・Either met at Hogwarts, or during an Order of the Phoenix meeting.

・You guys have so many knitted things because Lily went into this frenzy of knitting while she was pregnant with Harry

・ Relationship Tropes:

↬ “I care about you!” (You) x “You shouldn’t!” (Remus)

↬ Tragic Past x Ray of Light

↬ Big Calm x Small Chaos

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢

You always make the bad days seem like nothing. Somehow, you know exactly what to say to Remus to make him feel better. He couldn’t imagine life without you. You’re his person.

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑

Your best friend would totally be Lily Evans!!! You two would be like two sides of the same coin. You would find true friendship with her; always having the other’s back, never telling the other’s secrets, and always making each other laugh.

𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Jon Snow! Okay so I can see you guys growing up in Winterfell together, and you’re best friends with Sansa and Jon. And when you were kids, you and Jon used to pretend to get married - and promised each other that you would marry one day.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・He went to the Wall because your family forbade any romance between the two of you. But overtime, when you heard about the awful events that happened between the Starks and the Lannisters, you wanted to help. So at one point, you fled to Catelyn and Robb, to see what you could do to aid your best friend, Sansa.

・Couldn’t believe it when he saw you again, for the first time in so long. He ran to you and swept you up in his arms

・You have been inseparable ever since.

・Calls you pet names like, “love,” “sweetheart,” and in his accent ... whew, it’s sexy asf

・ Relationship Tropes:

↬ Childhood Marriage Promise

↬ Best Friend’s Brother

↬ Looks Like He Can Kill You, Is A Cinnamon Roll x Looks Like A Cinnamon Roll, Is A Cinnamon Roll

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢

How much hope you bring to the people around you - you’re like a walking ray of sunshine, or a star that has fallen from the sky to help people around you.

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑

Sansa Stark! You grew up together, since your House and the Starks were united in some way. Many of your big milestones were celebrated at Winterfell, and Sansa was always right by your side.

#match ups #ships #open

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