Quinneths - 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕣'𝕤 𝕡𝕖𝕥

ironlvngs·:

     the pill ( or was it more than one ? link couldn’t even remember anymore ) that he’d gotten from ollie earlier was definitely at the forefront right now, and it mixed quite well with the loud music and bodies going in and out of the pool. though, even with that, link knew that he was due for a breather soon — and he was sick and tired of freezing his ass off outside when he goes for a cigarette. 

    so this time, they opted for another five second hiding spot — the locker rooms. though, there was sincere doubt in his mind that there weren’t a couple people in there already fucking each other. to his luck, though, upon opening the doors, it seemed a bit quiet. that is, until her voice came through just as he shut the door behind him. 

   link turns around to face her, unable to keep the grin from forming on his lips at her comment. “ i’d follow you through a thousand storms, quinnie, and i’m sure you know that — but following you to a bathroom ? or… locker room, whatever this is. that’s a level of creepy i’d like to stay away from. ” he scoffs, looking up the ceilings, wondering if he could get past the smoke detectors if he smoked in here. “ — and it pains me deeply that you think of me that way. ”

               quinn   rolled   her   eyes,   albeit   as   confused   as   ever   internally   by   link's   hyperbole.   he   had   a   way   of   saying   the   most   insincere   words   in   the   most   genuine,   charming   way.   it   made   you   second   guess   yourself   —   which   she   suspected   was   exactly   how   they   liked   it.    "be   pained,   then."   she   retorted.   in   her   defence:   it   was   bewildering   to   have   someone   flirt   with   you   privately   and   then   lowkey   act   like   you   didn't   exist   with   an   audience.   

               she   noted   the   box   of   cigarettes   in   their   hand.   the   blonde   stood   up   and   stretched   her   arms   in   an   arc   before   making   link   an   offer.   "lend   me   a   smoke   and   i'll   show   you   an   old   private   school   trick."

rewdmello·:

who: @quinneths· where: Near the pool what: Carew’s just really sick of her shit

He was already annoyed. That much he was certain, was obvious in the way he’d kept to himself almost the entirety of the night. He didn’t want to be bothered anymore than he wanted to get in this fight tonight. But neither of which seemed to be his choice when he found himself coming face to face with none other than their golden girl herself’s cousin. Quinn Morrison. Someone initially he really liked to believe he would have gotten along with. Intellectually he could appreciate just about anyone who seemed smart enough to keep up with him. But her personality? In comparison it was like nails on a chalk board. If he wasn’t afraid of getting in two arguments that evening he’d have passed her on all together. But he decided against being rude when she stopped in front of him. “Quinn..” He started, not quite willing to make eye contact with her. “Didn’t expect you to want to be at something like this.” He suggested, glancing down to finally meet her gaze. He wasn’t sure how the hell he’d handle a party thrown by a missing relative but it sure as hell seemed like one he’d wish to avoid himself. 

               quinn   was   bored   and   that   was   bad   news   for   everyone.   a   middle   child,   and   a   spoiled   one   at   that,   her   reflexive   reaction   was   to   start   pushing   the   buttons   of   whoever   she   could   find   as   entertainment.   even   better   if   there   was   already   bad   blood   there.   she   spotted   carew   in   the   standing   crowd   and   made   a   beeline.   quinn   didn't   have   a   particular   dislike   for   the   junior.   far   from   it;   she   found   his   mind,   and   looks,   attractive.   what   she   did   have   was   an   awareness   that   she   ground   his   gears   for   whatever   reasons...      it   wasn't   like   he   made   a   secret   of   it.   while   she   theorised   he   actually   secretly   enjoyed   their   back   and   forth,   quinn   knew   she   was   mostly   in   this   for   herself.   she   stared   up   at   him   until   he   looked   back. "i   don't.   but   what   would   the   masses   say   if   i   didn't   come?"

ironlvngs·:

     they really began to rack their mind through every trick that he learned throughout the years trying to figure out where she was going to go with this as she led them towards the showers. and then when she turned the tap on, explaining to him exactly how it would work. as she explained, he found himself grinning at her. “ and if you ever wonder why i’ve been so deeply attracted to you, morrison, do remember this moment. ” he says as he puts the cigarette up to his lips, offering to light hers first before going for his. “ so, why are you hiding in here ? ”  

               —she   held   the   cigarette   between   her   forefinger   and   middle   and   leaned   forward   to   the   flame,   wrapping   her   lips   around   the   filter   and   inhaling.   the   paper   and   tobacco   crackled   and   the   ember   took.   quinn's   eyes   flicked   up   to   them,   the   green   in   her   hazel   eyes   brighter   in   her   purple   ensemble.   "you're   attracted   to   anything   you   can't   have,   link..."   the   blonde   answered   after   exhaling   a   stream   of   smoke.   at   least,   that   was   her   running   theory,   if   it   were   true   to   begin   with.   "who's   hiding?"

*checks my email at the club*

LEIGHTON MEESTER AS BLAIR WALDORF GOSSIP GIRL | S03E10, The Last Days of Disco Stick

QUINN MORRISON @ greer’s birthday pool party