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[capquinn]

since i’m always talking about kissing quinny’s pretty little face, i had a dad!quinn thought that’s far too cute to let go 🥺

Every time Quinn walks through the door, it’s like clockwork. You’d be there, wrapping him in a hug the second he stepped inside, no matter the outcome of the game — win, loss, or something in between. And especially after a road trip, when the exhaustion clung to him like a second skin, his shoulders heavy with travel and effort. It didn’t matter. You’d always tilt your face up to his, planting soft, sweet kisses on each of his cheeks like a quiet reminder: I missed you and I love you.

And Bug? She’s been watching. Always watching, perched on the couch or playing on the floor, her little eyes flicking up the second she hears the door open. It’s so normal to her now, so ingrained in her tiny world, that one day, it just seems to click in her little head: this is how you’re supposed to greet daddy.

So when Quinn comes home one evening, still shaking off the cold from outside, Bug doesn’t wait for you. She bolts across the room, her little arms outstretched, feet padding quickly against the floor as if she’s racing time itself. And when Quinn crouches down, his bag slipping off his shoulder, ready to scoop her up, she goes for it.

She cups his face in her tiny hands, her palms soft and warm against the chill lingering on his cheeks, and leans in with all the focus and determination her little body can muster. Her lips land squarely on his cheek with an exaggerated, dramatic press, pulling back just far enough to let out the most triumphant, enthusiastic "MWAH!" you've ever heard. It's loud, unapologetic, and full of love.

Quinn freezes for a second, caught between surprise and absolute delight. And then, just like that, his exhaustion melts away, replaced with a soft, almost disbelieving laugh.

Before he can say anything, she's already leaning in again, her giggles bubbling up as she presses another smacking kiss to his other cheek. Her little hands cling to him, her body wiggling with excitement, like she's absolutely delighted with herself. And Quinn? He's helpless, letting her pepper him with kisses, each one landing with a loud "mwah" as she giggles louder with each one.

To her, it's the most natural thing in the world. She's just doing what she's seen you do a million times before, giving him the same love you show him every time he comes home.

And from then on, it’s her thing. Every time Quinn walks through the door, she’s ready — arms out, lips puckered, waiting to deliver those big, noisy kisses. And Quinn would be eating it up. He'd lean down with a grin already tugging at his lips, pretending to count each kiss aloud as she smacked one cheek, then the other, again and again. One... two... three… He'd pause dramatically, tilting his face for another, then letting out an exaggerated groan as she giggled, her tiny hands gripping his face like she was holding him hostage for affection.

“Alright, Bug,” he’ll tease, ruffling her hair. “You’re gonna smooch my cheeks right off.”

Bug, of course, would dissolve into fits of laughter, shaking her head like it was the silliest thing she'd ever heard. "No, daddy," she'd insist, leaning back with her hands on her hips, her little face full of determination. "I'm making them better!"

And if you were anywhere nearby, you'd catch the way Quinn's face softened completely at that, his mock defeat melting into something much warmer as he pulled her into a hug.

"Alright, alright," he'd murmur, his lips pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Thanks for taking care of me, Bug."