#crash and burn quinn

[twiceinawhile]

what billmos characters would get you for your birthday

it's my birthday tomorrow 🥳 and currently three hours before my party as i post this, i am self indulging :))))

otis

- lord be lucky he showed up

- no wrapping paper

- no card

- if anything, it's his own art

- thank you otis

luigi largo

- does not show up

- sends a formality gift from geneco probably

- if he really likes you like that, it's something he would want (knife, etc)

- thank you luigi

chop top

- terrible wrapping job

- he was going to give you records but ended up keeping them all

- made little crafts instead

- or some metal junk from the battle land tunnels

- thank you choptop

the magician

- couldn't decide

- bought 40 things

- all in three bags

- many magic supplies and probably a lot of candies

- thank you magician

mayor buckman

- NOTHING !!!

- HE'S NOT INVITED

- FUCK YOU BUCKMAN

quinn (giggle)

- ALSO NOTHING

- WAS INVITED DIDNT SHOW UP

- CALL ME BACK QUINN 😕😕

[autolykiss]

Crash and Burn

Bill Moseley as Quinn

[macabremadnesss]

Love this guy more than anyone else

[byberbunk2069]

w/ @gibson-girlboss's OCs, Valerie and Anna

[pollenallergie]

artist!billy knight who almost always ends up recreating your image in his art, sometimes intentionally, other times unintentionally.

billy sits down to paint a landscape painting for a commission, and he thinks to himself, “hmm, i think maybe if i put someone sat at an iron garden table drinking tea somewhere over here, then that would really complete this piece.” so, he adds the person in, thinking up different features for them at random as he goes along, all the while thinking, “yes, yes! that’s much better.” until, finally, he realizes, “shit, that’s my partner. for fuck’s sake, i promised i’d stop putting my partner in my clients’ commissions. well, they’re already there and looking stunning, as always, so it’d really be a waste to just paint over them… might as well just leave them there and hope it doesn’t become an issue with the client.”

[centaurivee]

Btw I watched the House of 1000 Corpses trilogy and I'm just as weird about Otis Driftwood as I am about Luigi Largo make no mistake

[azazelflare]

PLEASENPLEASE PLEASE QUINN FROM CRASH AND BURN X VIRGIN READER WHERE THE READER CAN TUG ON HIS WIRES GRRRR BARK BARK

Quinn X reader Return to me

CW: Sex, loss of virginity

You had been working with Quinn for months now, he always seemed a bit odd. He would always brush his arm against you when he walked by and help you keep steady on the ladder. You were confused at first when he started doing this, thinking it was just him being kind, but as he kept doing it you realized he was trying to flirt. You finally got the courage to ask him what he was doing a few weeks ago. He started to stutter and blush at the question. 

“I like you, but I really don't know how to flirt. So I just did what the other guys were doing.” you smiled at him, walking up to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. “Well, why didn’t you say so sooner? I like you too Quinn.” his eyes go wide and he smiles wide. 

He wraps his arms around your waist. You push yourself up against him and peck him on the lips. 

After he confessed, you both got closer. The others started noticing and gave you both shit. You both got annoyed at the teasing. When the kid came along and started to accuse everyone of being a synth. Quinn was dealing with a lot during this time and when he was revealed to be the synth, you stuck by him. When he was crushed, you rebuilt him. You loved him, synth or not. When he finally came back online he was shocked to see you. 

“WHy DiD yOu rebUIld mE?” you cupped his face and smiled. “I love you. I couldn't just leave you there. You were gone and I didn't know what to do. I rebuilt you, and tried to get as many pieces of you as I could. I had to scavenge for some.” his head tilts and you smile. He overused his voicebox. “Rest now, and when you wake up you will be complete.” he shuts his eyes. You continue working on his body as he rests. 

When his body is finished you power him up. His eyes open and he looks right at you. “Hey honey, welcome back to the land of the living. Try moving your joints so I can see if I need to do some adjusting.” he moves his body so he is sitting down and tries to stand up. He sways and you run up and steady him. He wraps his arms around you and bends down. He catches your lips, kissing you. He licks your bottom lip and you open, allowing him entrance. You both battle for dominance, you have only done this with your ex. You give up fighting allowing him to take over. 

He grips your hips and pulls you closer to him. You moan at him, he releases your lips. You pull your shirt off and you start to grind on him. You don't know what you are doing since you haven't had any sexual experience except with Quinn. Even though you were together for a while, you both haven’t gotten past heavy petting. The fiasco at the station didn’t help either. You both couldn't get any alone time with the kid there accusing everyone. You were still a virgin, you were shaking, and your nerves were on edge. 

“We don’t have to do anything. If you’re scared, we can stop.” You shake your head at him and you bend your neck up kissing him. He kisses you back and you grab a handful of his hair. He jumps at this and you pull softly at it. He lets out a moan at this and you let go running your hands down his neck and chest. You have seen him naked since you fixed him up. He was naked already since he just booted up. You could feel his member against you and he pushes your shorts down. You step out of your shorts and he picks you up. Your legs wrapping around his waist. 

He holds you and positions himself at your entrance. “This may hurt” he pushes into you and you can feel the pressure. When he feels resistance he pushes hard and fast into you. you whimper as a small bit of blood comes out as he pulls out a bit. He lets you get adjusted and when you nod to let him know to continue. He starts to thrust into you slowly. Moaning as he thrusts into you, you feel his arms around you. He tightens his hold and thrusts into you faster. You feel your walls tighten and you feel a knot in your stomach. When he hits a spot deep inside you, the knot releases and you feel more wetness. 

He lays you down on the table and flips you over onto your stomach. He holds your hips and thrusts into you hard and fast. You grab the edge of the table and hold on so you don't fall off. He licks up your back to your neck and nibbles it. He grabs your hair and pulls softly. You bend back and your body is arched. He holds your neck to keep you in position. His thrusts speed up and he puts his other hand on your clit, rubbing and pinching it. 

You feel the knot start to tighten again and he moans as you tighten around him. He pushes deep in you while rubbing furiously at your clit. You tighten more and the knot releases, meanwhile you feel him cum inside you. He bends over you releasing your neck and letting you relax. He slowly pulls out of you and his cum drips out of you. He walks over to a shelf and grabs a towel to wipe you off. 

When he finishes wiping you down, he carries you to the shower and washes your body. He massages the knots out of your back and he washes under your breasts. When he washes the soap off of you, he carries you to the bedroom and lays you down on the bed. He comes around the bed and lays next to you, he kisses you on the cheek and you both fall into a dreamless slumber.

[vetuhoh]

ok bb26 preseason picks lets go

matt just gives me big comp threat himbo vibes. he seems (SEEMS) earnest and nice, and as much as people are focused on his anti super fan comment i give him points for it. if you know strategy and show history are not gonna be your strong suits, then sure. fear those players and get them out! makes sense to me. would like it if he ends up in an outsiders alliance given how he talked, but i mean. look at him. one way ticket to the popular kids circle.

joseph seems like he knows EXACTLY what show he's on and is here to win it. laid back enough he could blend into the background, hiding behind the biggest physical threats and louder personalities. the moustache is disarming in a good way. gives me andy wearing strategically non-aggressive shirts. i hope i don't hear from joseph for WEEKS and he reemerges halfway through the game in a strong position. play boring at first buddy i believe in you.

tucker grew on me the more i watched his interview. feels like a really big 'he's gonna either dominate or be out immediately' situation. very fun to watch him talk. i agree with taran's comments though about how his strengths might not work in his favour—he's almost TOO obviously capable... also. i found his job title really amusing. like obviously i don't know his full situation, but seeing 'marketing & sales exec' then looking up his insta to find him exclusively doing modelling shoots for rolex and shit was just like ah. sure!!! why the fuck did i think he was gonna be some cubicle worker.

[ivy475]

Fuck me sideways...🥵

Some risque Bill Moseley gifs from the movie crash and burn

[letsgetrowdy43]

Vegas Nights—

Quinn Hughes x Honey Hughes

Warnings: 18+ content/smut below the cut: nothing extremely explicit or intense, just soft sex!! It's literally just sex, with very little plot.

Au Masterlist!!

The room erupted into applause as Quinn's name was announced, breaking the tension among the Hughes family as Quinn was awarded the gleaming Norris Trophy, a symbol of his hard-earned achievement. Honey felt a surge of pride swell in her chest as she jumped to her feet to press a loving kiss to her husband's lips as he pulled her into his chest.

"I'm so proud of you," she mumbled as she rested her chin on his shoulder before she pulled away to look him in the eyes. "Couldn't have done it without you Hun," he pressed a short kiss to her temple before he went down the row of Hughes and company, hugging and thanking all of them before he made his way to the stage to accept his award.

She stood with his brothers, Jack's arm wrapped around her shoulder as she leaned into his side, tears of pride welling in her eyes as Quinn delivered his heartfelt acceptance speech.

"The reality of winning an award like this is you can’t do it alone and you need really good players around you, and I certainly have that," Quinn said, his voice filled with emotion, "It takes a team both on and off the ice, so thank you to not only the Canucks and the organization but also to my brothers, my parents, friends, family and the never-ending support of my wife Honey and my kids, none of this would've been possible without you all being in my corner."

Honey's heart skipped a beat at his words, her cheeks flushing with happiness as she beamed up at him, watching his shy grin grow as he caught her eyes. She mouthed a short "love you," which was caught by the camera as he continued on to thank his fellow nominees.

The rest of the ceremony was a blur of congratulatory handshakes, hugs, and photos, but all she could think about was getting Quinn back to their hotel room, away from the crowds, to celebrate his victory in their own, a more private way.

After the awards ceremony, they headed to the casino to toast Quinn's success. They laughed, and they drank, enjoying the never-ending energy of the Las Vegas night. Honey couldn't remember the last time they had so much fun, surrounded by loved ones and the excitement of the win. But as the night wore on, an electric tension began to build between her and Quinn, an unspoken promise of what was to come.

"We should leave soon," Honey mumbled into Quinn's ear before pressing a gentle kiss to his jaw, a teasing smile working its way to her face as Quinn pulled away with a grin. He slightly stiffened in the booth they were currently sitting at, "got a little surprise for me?" he joked as his hand squeezed her thigh that was pressed against his. Honey batted her lashes, a pout making its way to her face as his thumb brushed over her bottom lip, toying with her as she shook her head, "No surprise, just wanna get you all to myself, thought maybe we could celebrate, just the two of us."

Quinn cleared his throat and stood up abruptly as she finished her sentence, "We are going to bed. Night!" he announced to the table with a grin. Jack chuckled, shaking his head, "Didn't think you'd be running off so soon. Thought you'd be itching for another round of blackjack after your last losing streak." Quinn shot him a playful glare. "Not tonight, I think I'm about to score big," he said, his eyes flickering back to Honey with a look that made the heat in her lower stomach burn brighter. "That's fucking disgusting" Luke groaned as he shooed his eldest brother away, the married couple laughing at the youngest dramatics as they made their way from the casino to their hotel

When they finally returned to their hotel room, Honey barely had the door closed before Quinn's hands were on her. He pressed her against the wall, his lips crashing down on hers in a searing kiss. The heat between them was palpable, the pent-up desire from the night bursting as his hands began to roam.

"I've been waiting all night to get you alone," Quinn murmured against her lips, his voice rough with need. "Me too," Honey breathed, her hands tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer.

Quinn's hands wandered her body, "so... how do you wanna celebrate my big night," he whispered into her skin as began slowly unzipping the back of her dress, grinning as it hit the floor which led his lips back onto her skin, nipping at her collarbones. Honey's fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt, yanking it off and tossing it aside, "I was thinking we start in the bed, and then maybe in the shower, but it's all up to you, Mr. Norris Trophy winner," Her attention now back on his lips, hands cupping his jaw and pulling him in closer to press his lips against hers before she nipped at his bottom lip. The feel of his bare skin against hers sent a jolt of electricity through her, and she moaned into his mouth, needing more of him, "I like the sound of that."

He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed and laying her down gently on the soft mattress, Quinn stood for a moment, his eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight of her. Honey's body burned under his gaze, the intensity of his look sending shivers down her spine.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "And you're all mine," Honey replied, her voice trembling with anticipation as he lowered himself onto the bed to be face-to-face with her.

Quinn's mouth found hers again, his kiss hungry and demanding as his hands skillfully moved to her bra, unclasping it with practiced ease and letting it fall away. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples and sending waves of pleasure coursing through her, she arched into his touch, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

Quinn's kisses trailed down her neck, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin. He moved lower, his mouth finding her breast and sucking gently. Honey's breath hitched, her back arching off the bed as a moan escaped her lips.

"Quinn," she gasped, her voice barely more than a whisper. He didn't respond, his mouth too busy exploring her body, leaving goosebumps the further he trailed down her figure. His hands slid down to her hips, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties and pulling them down. Honey kicked them off, her body aching for his touch.

Quinn's mouth followed the path of his hands, kissing and licking his way down her body until he reached the apex of her thighs. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. Honey's breath caught in her throat, her body trembling with anticipation.

"This was supposed to be about you," she whispered, her voice trembling as he pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh. "This night is as much yours as it is mine," he looked up at her with a loving gaze before nipping her other thigh. "But-" she was cut off as his hands intertwined with hers.

Quinn didn't hesitate, his mouth found her center, licked a strip up her core which elicited a broken moan. Honey's head fell back against the pillow, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips as he nipped teasingly at her clit. The sensation was overwhelming, the pleasure building with each flick of his tongue.

She tangled her fingers in his curls, holding him to her as her hips moved against him, grinding against his face as he stared up with lust blown eyes as his wife.

Honey writhed under the weight of his tongue, eyes closed and heart pounding as her husband worked his magic. She laid out prettily for him, falling apart in his hands. He was winning in more ways than one tonight.

Quinn's hands gripped her thighs, holding her steady as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with the intensity of the pleasure.

When she finally came, it was with a shuddering cry, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. Quinn held her through it, his mouth never ceasing its tender ministrations until the last tremors of pleasure had subsided and she was reduced to putty in his hands.

Honey lay back against the pillow, her body limp and satisfied as she caught her breath.

Quinn crawled up her body, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both tender and possessive. Honey could taste herself on his lips, the sensation sending another wave of desire through her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as her fingers found their place in his hair, pulling him closer before she rolled over to straddle him.

"My turn to lead," she whispered against his lips, her voice a little stronger as her hands ran over the tanned skin on his chest. "Need you," Quinn whined, his voice a low growl as she grinned at his desperation.

She sank down on him slowly, filling her completely. Honey gasped at the sensation, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she began to move once she felt ready. Their rhythm was slow and sensual, each movement deliberate and full of love. The intensity built with each thrust, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. Honey's breath came in ragged gasps, her hip grinding against his as the pleasure built to a fever pitch, one of his hands guiding her hips, the other drawing tight circles on her clit using his thumb.

"God, Honey," he moaned, his eyes dark with desire as he watched her, "you feel so good." She leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "so do you, baby," her voice was a seductive purr, sending shivers down his spine.

Her pace quickened, control slipping as she neared her peak, her nails digging into his shoulders as they climbed higher and higher. "Quinn," she moaned, her voice breaking with need as he sat up a little to press a kiss to her jaw and then lowered to bite softly at the skin of her breasts. "I know, Hun, I know," he replied, his voice strained with desire as his lips wrapped around her nipple before moving up to silence her loud cries of pleasure. And with a final, shuddering thrust, they reached their climaxes together, their cries of pleasure echoing through the room.

Honey collapsed on top of him, relishing the feeling of his arms wrapping around her as they both caught their breath. She rested her head on his chest, the steady beat of his heart a comforting reminder of their bond.

"Now that's what I call a proper celebration," she murmured, tracing patterns on his chest with her fingertips. "I love you, and I'm so proud of you, don't know if I tell you that enough," a grin spreading across his face as he looked at her, watching as her eyes filled with love right before she pressed a gentle kiss to his chest. "I love you too," he mumbled as he cupped her face and brought it up to press a sloppy kiss to her lips.

Quinn pulled away, her face still in his hands as he gently ran her fingers over the flushed skin of her cheek, grinning at how pretty his wife looked, makeup smudged and hair a mess, but still the prettiest thing he's ever laid his eyes on. "Now I believed I was promised something to do with round two, and a shower," he laid a gentle smack to her ass before intertwining their hands once again hoisting her over his shoulder and taking off in the direction of the hotel bathroom, laughter filling the air as he shut the door and concealing them from the rest of the world.

-

-

-

[twiceinawhile]

here 📝

FINALLY, is the promised quinn fic. me when i write another billmos character on otis' entire birthday (HE MIGHT COME LATER)

i have so much christmas baking to be doing. otis if u can hear me this is for u

[brainddeadd]

uhh.. idk what this is.. it's filthy

warnings: smut, captain kink, breeding kink

lemme know if i missed anything

“That's it, baby, cum for me,” Quinn’s urgent voice rasped in your ear, sending shivers down your spine as you teetered on the edge of your climax. He nibbled on your neck slightly, leaving a delicate red mark, and you could feel the tension in his body above you, every muscle coiled tight with desire.

Your back arched in pleasure as Quinn grunted, his cock throbbing deep inside you. He thrust harder and deeper, filling you completely with his warmth, his release spilling out of you as you succumbed to the pleasure.

As the waves of pleasure washed over you, Quinn leaned back slightly, locking eyes with you, his gaze burning with lust. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he whispered, fingers tracing down your neck and gliding across your chest, igniting every nerve ending in your body. The intensity of his stare held you captive as he slowly withdrew from you, his forehead pressing against yours, breath mingling with yours in the heated space between you.

With a soft but urgent grip, you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, grinding him back into your slickness, desperate for more. “Need more, need you, Captain, please—come on, please,” you babbled, your voice a needy whisper that only spurred him on.

Quinn groaned deeply, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you roughly against him. His lips found yours in a fervent kiss, every thrust drawing a moan from your lips that echoed in the charged air between you. Your walls clenched around him, the need building within you growing more intense with each passing second.

“Fuck, Quinn,” you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper. “I need more. I need you deeper.”

He responded instantly, picking up his pace, his thrusts driving him deeper inside you. His hips moved in perfect rhythm with yours, matching the cadence of your uneven breaths as they quickened with desire. His lips crashed into yours again, the passion between you both reaching delirious heights.

Your moans shook with pleasure as Quinn’s cock slid in and out of you, his hands holding your hips firmly, anchoring you to him. His lips brushed against yours, tasting the mix of sweat and desire that hung in the air. “Harder, please, Captain,” you pleaded, breath quickening as your body responded to the overwhelming sensations.

Quinn eagerly obeyed, his thrusts growing more frenzied and desperate. You felt the connection between you deepening, unrelenting and electric. The heat of his release filled you with each powerful thrust, pushing you closer and closer to the edge, your orgasm building higher and higher, ready to consume you whole.

As Quinn’s movements became wilder and more erratic, your moans of pleasure escalated. “Yes, that’s it, baby, let go for me,” he growled hoarsely, never breaking eye contact. His hands gripped your hips fiercely, driving into your dripping core relentlessly.

The climax built inside you, the pressure intense and all-consuming. “Quinn,” you gasped, your voice trembling as your body shook with need. “I’m going to cum.”

His answer was a deep, primal thrust, his eyes locking onto yours with a fierce intensity. His lips met yours in a hungry kiss, his tongue tangling with yours as he drove deeper, pushing you closer to the precipice. “Cum for me, baby,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Let go.”

And so you did. Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, your walls clenching around him as pleasure surged through your veins. You cried out his name, your voice hoarse with passion, your body arching against his. Quinn groaned, his hips still moving inside you as he felt your warmth enveloping him.

The sensation overwhelmed him. “That’s it, fuck, I’m cumming,” he rasped, voice thick with pleasure. You whimpered at the edge of your control, unsure how much more intensity you could handle. But Quinn didn’t stop; he increased his pace, driving into you harder and faster until you were certain you would shatter under the force of his thrusts.

Your hand flew to your breast, pinching the sensitive nub between your fingers, and a moan broke free from your lips. That was all it took for Quinn—his hips stuttered, his release hitting him like a freight train, filling you up again as you felt his warmth pouring into you.

A soft cry escaped your lips as you felt him fill you completely, the sensation almost too much to bear, yet you craved it, wanted it to last forever.

His grip on your hips tightened further, pulling you closer with each thrust, his breath ragged, moans filling the air as he surrendered to the intensity of his pleasure.

You clung to him tightly, your body shaking from the sensations coursing through you. You could feel his heartbeat pounding against yours, a reminder of the deep connection you shared. This bond of love and desire was something special—something you never wanted to end.

Finally, the intensity began to subside, leaving you both breathless and spent. Quinn collapsed on top of you, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to catch his breath. His arms wrapped around you tightly, fingers gently stroking your back in soothing motions.

“That was incredible,” you whispered, voice barely above a breath. You closed your eyes, savoring the feeling of his weight pressing down on you, the warmth of his body still pulsating within yours.

“I love you,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. His lips found yours in a gentle kiss, arms still locked around you. “I don’t ever want to let you go.”

You smiled against his lips, your eyes never leaving his. “I love you too,” you whispered back, heart swelling with affection. “Endlessly.”

[macabremadnesss]

He's always on my mind

[ultrameganicolaokay]

Harley Quinn #47 by Elliott Kalan and Mindy Lee. Variant covers by (1) David Nakayama, (2) Simone Di Meo, (3) Jorge Fornés and (4) Knight Zhang. Main cover (5) by Elizabeth Torque. Out in January 2025.

"Clayface is having a (dinner) party, and everybody’s invited… as long as their name is Clayface! We’ve got all the Clayfaces in here—Basil, Matt, Sondra, Preston, Cassius, Spanky, Alfalfa, Stymie, even Clownface (remember Clownface?)!

My latest Destruction Agency case brings me face-to-face with Clayface as I crash and burn the ultimate muck-filled family reunion harder than Aunt Ethel’s overcooked brisket at last year’s Passover seder! Oh yeah, and somebody’s gonna die in this one."

[yameoto]

The REAL question is Quinn Fabray an alpha or omega cause on one hand? Complete brat, needy, just wants to be moved underneath that hard exterior. On the other? Cocky, arrogant SOB who just loves watching people buckle for her.

warning (for future yam): glee abo/verse talk..

gnawing at my bottom lip in thought. because yes omega!quinn would make so much sense. teen pregnancy aside. raised in midwest episcopalian family as daddy's little girl, where omega!wives are the expectation. the standard. like look at her! attending chastity balls, head of the celibacy club, dressed in all those babydoll dresses. she was probably a pageant kid, too. literally born and bred just to be some alpha man's darling housewife. being an omega would just slot that perfectly well. that was the expectation for her. her mother was. her sister was. obviously she has to be. else she's a motherfucking disappointment!

thinking about her being bullied in her old district being enabled by omegas being seen as weak and glorified fucktoys. of course when quinn is reimagining herself completely, she'd pose as an alpha. downing suppressants by the bottle as soon as she moves to mckinley so it never happens to her again. so that her position as head bitch is fucking unquestionable. no wonder she's the head of celibacy club. it'd make babygate that much more stripping. because it'd reveal her biological status as well as the whole finnpuck debacle and the taboo of teen pregnancy in itself. it'd lose her the respect she fought so hard for.

but like alsoooo god her family expecting and desperately wanting her to be an omega would make her being an alpha so much more delicious. like oh. she is a fucking disappointment. they didnt even think it was a possibility. but look at her. she's defying all logic. and thats why she's so repressed and thats why she crashes and burns like a trainwreck because now she has to cram herself in a box that's not fit for her. it's why she's so desperate to align with her family's ideals, why she's constantly searching for a token alpha boyfriend, like proof that she can be what her family wants. like look daddy i can be your everything i can ican i can but she can't and she almost kills herself trying. also aligns with her HBIC viciousness and fierceee independence (ignoring the fact this is forced on her throughout the show bc she almost always has nobody in her corner). plus her constant warring for the alpha bitch position w with santana.. i know that cheerios lockerroom reeks of pheremones.

so all that to say idfk unfortunately! open to questions thoughts and concerns.

edit: alpha!quinn

[astars-things]

Protective Lando

Y/n Hughes x Lando Norris AU

My head feels like it's about to split open, and my limbs ache as if I've been put through a meat grinder. But deadlines don't wait for sickness, so here I am, propped up in bed with my laptop, trying to muster the energy to craft a captivating post.

Just as I'm about to hit send, my phone buzzes with an incoming Facetime call. It's my older brother, Quinn, I can't help but smile weakly as his face fills the screen.

"Hey, sis," he greets me, concern evident in his eyes even through the pixelated video feed.

"Hey, Quinn," I croak, my voice betraying how terrible I feel. "Sorry, I look like death warmed over."

He chuckles softly. "You don't look half as bad as you sound. What's going on? You're usually not this out of it."

I sigh, leaning back against the pillows. "I think I caught some bug or something. Been feeling awful all day."

Quinn's expression softens further. "You should be in bed, resting. You're no good to anyone if you're sick."

"I know, I know," I mutter, rolling my eyes. "But there's so much to do, and I can't afford to slack off, especially not now with the big race coming up."

Before Quinn can respond, the door to my bedroom bursts open, and in strides my boyfriend, Lando Norris, his baby-faced features twisted into a frown of worry.

"What are you doing, Y/N?" he demands, crossing the room in quick strides. "You should be resting, not working yourself to the bone."

I shoot him an exasperated look. "I'm fine, Lando, really. Just a little under the weather, that's all."

His gaze softens as he reaches out to brush a lock of hair away from my forehead. "You're burning up," he murmurs, concern evident in his voice.

I swat his hand away weakly. "I'm fine," I repeat stubbornly, ignoring the way the room spins around me.

Quinn watches our exchange with amusement, his lips quirking into a knowing smile. "Looks like you've got your hands full, mate," he teases Lando.

Lando shoots him a grateful look before turning back to me, his expression serious. "Please, Y/N, for me. Just lie down and rest. I'll take care of everything, I promise."

I open my mouth to protest, but the fatigue crashes over me like a tidal wave, leaving me feeling drained and bone-weary. With a defeated sigh, I nod, allowing Lando to coax me back into bed, where he tucks the blankets around me with gentle hands.

"Thank you," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. "I'll take care of everything, I promise."