Quinneths - 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕣'𝕤 𝕡𝕖𝕥

if a guy calls you princess in a condescending manner what you do is you assert your newly appointed royal status and you have him beheaded

kitkallberg·:

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Of course not followed by Quinn gesturing over her shoulder. Kit didn’t know what to believe. His face crumpled in confusion. “Uhh no,” he answered. “I mean, it was a beach ball so it’s not like I’m injured. It hurt just a bit.” Whoever whacked that ball had some serious fire in their palms. He continued to rub the back of his head for a moment more before dropping his hand to his side. “But uh, hey,” he greeted. “Are you…” Having a good time? No, that wasn’t the right thing to ask. “You’re here,” he decided to say instead. A bit surprised Quinn showed up at all.

               —quinn   tittered.   "no   shit,   sherlock."   you're   here.   she'd   forgotten   how   completely   awkward   kit   could   be.   he   got   away   with   it,   too;   a   puppy   transfigured   into   a   six-foot-something   beefcake.   if   she   ever   let   herself,   quinn   would   miss   the   friendship   they   had   struck   up   when   he   first   arrived.   but   she   was   quinn   morrison   and   she    didn't   do   that.   at   least,   that's   what   she   told   herself.   "got   to   be.   what   if   your   girl   shows   up?"   she   asked   with   a   bitter   rhetoric.

ironlvngs·:

     instead of denying, he shrugs at her — he’s never denied the attraction he’s had to her before. to her face, at least… in front of greer ? well, he had to keep up appearances, no ? plus, the ongoing illusion of what’s going on between greer and link ?? would be shattered, if he publicly went for her cousin. “ it’s human nature, isn’t it ? why are we constantly breaking the rules otherwise ? besides that, though, you hold your head up high. that’s attractive. ” he responds, leaning back against the wall after exhaling his smoke into the running water. “ well, you’re in this locker room alone.. in the middle of the party. planning a costume change or hiding ? can’t be anything else. ”

               she   smiled   coyly.   "i   was   waiting   for   someone   interesting   to   show   up,   and   they   did,   but   i'm   appalled   by   your   lack   of   imagination."   quinn   stubbed   her   half-smoked   cigarette   out   on   the   white   tile;   it   hissed   against   the   moisture   as   it   died.   before   she   could   think   herself   out   of   it,   quinn   nimbly   swung   herself   over   his   lap   so   that   she   was   straddled   on   top.   the   skin   of   her   thighs   met   his   jeans   and   she   hoped   she   had   picked   the   right   moment   to   make   a   move.   as   her   hands   weaved   lightly   behind   link's   neck,   she   looked   into   his   eyes   and   thought   of   all   the   late   nights   he   left   her   on   read.   all   the   contemptible   craving,   despite   her   better   judgement.   "don't   you   know   how   much   fun   a   woman   can   have   while   everyone   thinks   she's   alone?"   

𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕔𝕠𝕔𝕠 𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕠𝕠𝕟

          ———      ⁂      ❝ CYP2D6 inhibitors. ❞ Quinn added, getting a nod from their Biochem professor. She zoned out from the open discussion then, her eyes wandering past the faces of her classmates until they landed on who had come to mind. She began running through a checklist and felt a familiar tug of concern. Not as many as a few days ago but still more than last week.

                                  The dismissal of the class almost passed her by, forcing Quinn to pack her materials up in a rush to join the rest. With quick footwork she made up the distance. When at the front of the pack and alongside Courtney– otherwise affectionately known as Coco –she bumped shoulders with him.     ❝ Well that’s 90 minutes of my life I’ll never get back. What a snoozefest. ❞   

bvwie·:

— 𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙉 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙍

WHERE right outside of the linden dorms 

     “ shh, please, be quiet — ” he desperately whispers into his backpack, which was now being carried at the very front of him, with the bag facing wherever he was walking. but it was as if bowie was just talking to a helpless baby animal, the kitten hidden in his backpack only meowed louder back in response. maybe this wasn’t his brightest idea. he stops in his tracks, when he realizes that he was about to walk into someone else. “ shit, sorry — ” and just as he began to apologize, the kitten meowed from the half open bag once again. he looked straight at the person in front of him. “ — don’t mind that, that’s just… my alarm. going off. i like to wake up to meows. ” he says confidently, as though that wasn’t the stupidest strain of words to leave his lips. “ on a very separate, hypothetical note… is it a Big Ogden Crime if i try to sneak a pet into the dorms ? i’m asking for my friend. ” at this point, he’d given up, a grin already making its way onto his lips. 

               quinn   swivelled,   ready   to   apologise   in   return,   when   she   registered   that   it   was   bowie.   she   was   just   about   to   ask   how   his   day   was   going   when   a   noise   escaped   his   bag.   was   that...   a   meow?   she   peered   at   the   backpack.   "alarm,   huh?"   quinn   humoured   him.   "totally   hypothetically   —   kinda.   definitely   a   health   violation.   possibly   a   suspension.   that   wouldn't   be   something   you   were   thinking   of   doing,   would   it?"

god (self-diagnosed)

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?"

leakywright·:

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it was obvious leaky was being a nuisance. he should just call it a day and run a lap or two to relieve himself of this nervous energy. but instead he just plastered on a smile at quinn’s request. “are you forreal? cause i can do that. easy. you just gotta come out and support me alright? maybe bring a sign, chant my name, that’s the only way we can guarantee a win.” he teased, leaning back with a nod. “cool, cool, i’ll stop fidgeting…now.” glancing at his watch he timed it was the clock hit 0 and sat back. but within a few moments his leg was bouncing, his fingers tapping against his knee and his teeth chewing at his bottom lip as he tried his hardest to keep as still and as quiet as possible. 

“i…this is harder than i thought.” he leaned over and whispered to her after about a minute. 

               "i'll   do   it   all."   she   agreed   and   with   his   confirmation,   went   back   to   her   work.   or   at   least   she   tried.   it   wasn't   long   before   he   was   making   noise   again   —   her   pen   hadn't   even   touched   the   paper   yet.   quinn   put   it   down   and   nestled   her   head   into   her   hands.   she   closed   her   eyes   and   took   some   deep   breaths.   was   he   annoying?   yes.   was   her   mood   his   fault?   no.   she   was   tired   and   emotional   well   before   he   turned   up.   she   came   up   for   air   just   as   he   leaned   over.   "yeah."   she   agreed   and   sat   back.   "i'm   quinn,   by   the   way.   you   are?"

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?"