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[dragonfirerogue-writes]

Warmth of Another

Masterlist

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Probably the only celeb x reader fic/series I'll ever do. I'm usually not too keen on writing about real people. This one's an exception cuz the first one didn't leave my head til it was written down lol Please enjoy the series.

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

hii

you are genuinely one of my favorite quinn writers and i’ve had a few request ideas but i’ve never actually submitted any, so here goes nothing…

could you do a fem!reader x quinn fabray fic based on the song “you are in love” by taylor swift?

pretty much a best friends to lovers <33

thank you so much!!

Love Love Love

A figure glides past the window as you stare up. A few pebbles rest in your hands as you prepare to fling them towards the glass. Your eyes travel to the window near the one you've been focusing on.

The lights are still on.

A quick glance at your watch and a couple more minutes cues those lights to go off. You wait a few moments more before you toss a pebble towards your target.

You wait again...

Nothing.

Another pebble.

This time, you see the figure move again. They open the window, revealing the most beautiful blonde you've ever seen. With a wide smile, you wave and point to your car. Quinn Fabray just shakes her head with a fond smile.

"Couldn't sleep?" she asks. It was nearing 11:00pm. You reply with a shrug.

"Weirdly restless, so I wanted to go for a drive. Buuut, I didn't wanna go alone so here I am, asking the fair lady if she would like to accompany me." You rock back onto your heels and stuff your hands into the pockets of your hoodie. The tilt of your head and crooked smile gives you an endearing look that Quinn can't resist.

"Well, if you insist," she says with a giggle. "Just let me change real quick and sneak down." You reply with a salute and bounce towards your car brimming with energy.

It takes only a few more minutes before you see Quinn quietly going through her front door. A few quick strides takes her to you and you pull her into a deep hug. You've always cared deeply for the blonde. The two of you had been best friends since she was pregnant. You were the only Cheerio outside of those in the Glee club at the time to stay by her side, even when Coach Sylvester kicked you off the squad. You didn't care.

You had no plans to leave her side.

"Let's go stargaze!" you say, opening the car's passenger door for Quinn. "It's a new moon so we'll definitely see a ton of stars!" The other girl smiles as she gracefully slides into the seat.

"Sounds great. Let's go."

The drive there is filled with laughter and singing. You've never felt more free than when you're with Quinn. She makes your heart swell until it feels like you're bursting, yet at the same time your soul is calmed in her presence. You want nothing more than to keep her by your side forever. And that feeling has only grown as the years gone by.

Eventually, you make it to the park and towards the clearing by the lake. Luckily, you keep a couple of blankets in your car so you lay one out for the two of you to sit. The other one is draped on the both of your shoulders as you cuddle together, each with a cup of coffee you snagged earlier on the way. The quiet of the night fills the air and settles comfortably around you. A happy sigh escapes your lips.

"Thanks for coming with me, Quinn." you turn your head to look at your companion, her face inches from yours. "There's no one else I'd rather be here with." She gives you a small smile.

"Of course, Y/N. You're my best friend." She knocks her shoulder against yours. "I'd follow you anywhere."

Your eyes hold their gaze. You swear you can see the stars glimmering in her hazel eyes. For a brief moment, you're sure her eyes flash to your lips. Your heart feels like it's about to explode into stardust. The tension mixes with the silence and you make a decision.

You lean in. Slowly, but surely. You give the other girl a chance to back away. A chance to keep things the way they are. You stop just before you are able to touch her lips. The next step is hers. You practically feel her smiling.

"You're not like any other girl I've met, Y/N." she whispers. "How am I suppose to live my life without you?" Her nose brushes against yours and you resist a shiver. "I hope I never find out."

Finally, your lips meet and everything falls into place. Your hand reaches up and caresses her cheek. She grips your hoodie and pulls you impossibly closer. Every time you part, you immediately meld together again and again, as if you were magnets. She pulls you forward and you find yourself suddenly straddling on top of her, lips never leaving hers.

Inevitably, oxygen becomes a necessity and you part, but not far. Foreheads touch and breaths mingle. You know you're wearing a stupid grin on your face. Eyes meet hers and your feelings grow.

"You're my best friend, Quinn. No one can take your place."

You may not say it just yet, but there's nothing but love in your gaze.

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

Warmth of Another pt.3

Part One | Part Two

"Hey guys~ Welcome to the official Wednesday BTS Livestream!"

Emma fluttered around with her phone in hand, getting into character as she greeted the ever speeding chat.

"And that's BTS as in 'behind the scenes,' not the ever popular Bangtan Boys. No collabs happening here."

As Emma, or Enid in this case, hops around from set to set, the rest of the cast watch the antics, waiting for their chance to make their cameo. Catherine, Luis and Issac do their Addams family schtick, hinting at what's coming for the gothic family. Next was Georgie, playing into Ajax's ship with Enid a little. They have a moment before Moosa zooms around them, buzzing like a bee.

Suddenly, the chat goes mach speed. Slightly confused, Emma looks around only to find the show's star and newest cast member watching a monitor together. To be able to see the small screen, you and Jenna were standing close, her back almost pressed against your front. With a smirk, Emma bounds towards you.

"And of course, you can't forget our favorite ink blot! Hiiii Weds~!"

On cue, Jenna's face falls and relaxes into her signature empty stare before turning to the camera. You, on the other hand, lean back and fall into a cool, lopsided grin.

"Enid. What did I say about filmin-"

"Tell the fans about the upcoming season!"

Thankfully, no one noticed the twitch of Jenna's lips.

"As you can see," 'Wednesday' begins, "we have a new student." She points towards you as you wave. "They're just another thorn at my side, like all the others."

"I dunno, Addams. I feel like you'll find me handy this year," you say as you lean against Jenna's shoulder. She glares at you only to be met with a cool stare. The chat fills with gibberish as the staring contest continues. Emma whirls the camera around back to her.

"Welp! That's all for now, folks! Look forward to seeing our adventures on Season 2!"

The chat continues on before Emma realizes that just behind her, you had pulled Jenna into your arms and gave her a soft kiss.

"OOPS KAY BYE GUYS!"

The blonde turns to look at the two of you, each looking sheepish.

"And now all of China knows you're queer."

You scratch the back of your head in embarrassment. "Sorry... Didn't think you'd turn back around."

"To be fair," Jenna starts. "You should've known how erratic Emma is when Enid takes over." You all laugh.

"We'll at least we won't be the only ones subjected to your newfound smoopiness." The blonde pulls you both into a hug. "Now the whole world will see!"

You let out a soft groan and silently curse your lack of impulse when it comes to giving Jenna affection.

"At least I don't have to be careful anymore."

It was certainly worth it.

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

Hey! I just found your blog, and I really love your writing! Could you do something with Quinn Fabray and a fem reader that's really different from her? Like someone generally soft-spoken and awkward, but good at school, and like a quiet ray of sunshine? If not, that's okay. Thank you for taking the time to read this and write so many great fics 😊❤️💖

Warm Like the Sun

It's far too warm out. The sun's beaming overhead and yet here you are, sitting on the bleachers while the Cheerios practice. It's not too bad though. You get to work on your homework while waiting for the head cheerleader to be done.

Yes, you're waiting on the one and only Quinn Fabray.

You had just recently joined the New Directions and your first duet was with the blonde per the Hat of Fate. You both decided to meet up after Cheerios practice to work on the assignment and since you didn't have a car, you chose to wait for her here. It's already nerve-wracking to be near Quinn considering her status but to be in an enclosed space with just her seemed wildly overwhelming. Luckily, homework kept your mind from spiralling.

Unluckily, practice was over and Quinn was waving at you.

You scramble to get your things together and head down the stairs, only to stumble and trip as you reach the cheerleader. Her solid arms kept you from falling flat on your face, but you still knocked her back a couple of steps.

"Oh gosh. I'm so sorry, Quinn," you apologize. "I'm such a klutz." You straighten your backpack and brush invisible dust off your skirt just to give your hands something to do.

"Sorry again..." You say again only to realize that Quinn hadn't said anything. You look up at her and see a fond smile on her face. She lifts a hand and brushes some hair from your face. A soft blush fills your cheeks at the gesture.

"It's okay. It'll take more than that to hurt me." She holds her hand out to you. "Let's get going before Coach Sylvester finds an excuse to make me stay."

You take the offered hand, feeling the warmth in it. Suddenly, you're rushed away towards the parking lot. Quinn's already listing some songs, getting you up to speed on what songs the club has already done and which ones she won't do. It's not until you've reached your home and are sitting with her in the living room did you realize that you've been smiling the whole time.

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

would you be willing to write to glinda upland from wicked?

Ooooh I've been in a bit of a slump lately, but sure. I can write for both Glinda and Elphaba. Maybe this will kickstart more writing

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

Hello! If it's okay, I'd like to request a male (or, if you don't want that, a gender neutral) fawning over Tifa Lockhart as she shows off her strength.

Maybe they're at a junkyard and the reader cheers her on to lift and crush old, outmoded vehicles, and it ends with her carrying the reader into the sunset to a more romantic place.

Strength of a Woman

If anyone looked into the junkyard, they would see Tifa and Cloud standing by a pair of legs hanging out of the hood of a rust bucket. Occasionally, a piece of metal would fly out and join a growing pile by Cloud's feet.

"Hey, how much longer are you gonna be?" The blond asks. "We've been waiting for a while now. Isn't that enough scrap?"

You finally emerge from the hood, cleaning your hands of grease and oil.

"I'm done now. And this scrap helps to upgrade your shit, so you better be grateful."

The quip makes Tifa chuckle and Cloud rolls his eyes. He takes a hold of his Hard Edge and slams the blade into the vehicle. The group monk joins in, slamming her fist into the metal and helping to condense the old car into a metal cube.

"Why are we doing this manually again?" Despite the question, Cloud moves to the next thing in the junkyard. Tifa's the one who replies this time.

"They're overflowing with junk since their baler broke," she starts. "Apparently it's been hard to find the parts."

"That's why I'm here," you add. "I'm gonna fix it, but work still has to be done." You put most of the scrap into your storage box and take the rest towards the baler. "So you do your part and I'll do mine!" You twirl a wrench to make your point.

After twenty minutes, you hear a phone ring. You all perk up and look around before Cloud pats his pocket and pulls out his cell. "Yeah?" You can hear the muffled sounds of Barrett's loud voice. Loud enough that Cloud holds the phone away from his ear. With a roll of his eyes, he mumbles an affirmative before hanging up.

"Barrett apparently needs help on a hunt. I'm gonna go do that. You two can finish up here, right?"

With a kick, the baler roars to life and you let out a cheer. "Yup! Now that this baby's up and running, we'll be done in no time!"

Cloud just nods and walks away. As soon as he's out of earshot, Tifa lets out a laugh.

"He hates tedious jobs like this. He left so quickly."

You had joined in the laughter, wiping a tear from your eyes. "I wondered how long he was gonna last."

As the laughter dies down, you both turn back to the junkpile.

"Welp. Let's finish up and go home, yeah?" You say. "I'm sorry I'm not much help on this part."

Tifa gives you a soft smile before leaning in for a quick kiss. "It's what I'm here for. Just make sure the baler keeps working."

You just nod, slightly dazed from the kiss. She moves towards the pile and starts lifting the pieces and throwing them into the machine. You sit by the maintenance panel, making sure things don't break. However, you keep getting distracted by the woman in your company.

Tifa was beautiful by normal standards. Her long, dark hair was soft and shined in the sun. Her skin was near flawless, even with all she does. Her legs were to absolutely die for. And her strength? Godly. The way her muscles flex with every movement enchants you. Her sweat glistens and makes her look ethereal. But her biggest strength was her heart. Despite living in the slums and everything she sees and deals with, Tifa was kind. Her love for her friends and team was what really drew you to her. It's why you fell in love. You certainly felt lucky that her love for you matched the love you had for her.

"I can feel that stare, you know."

You gave a start at being caught, but you recovered with a grin. You can see the light blush on her face that had nothing to do with the job.

"I can't help it, T. You're just... Amazing."

Tifa just laughs and shakes her head fondly. She hefts another piece of metal into the baler before turning to you.

"You're pretty great yourself, Y/N." She moves closer and pulls you into a loose hug. "You're so smart. You don't take anyone's shit. Even Barrett's." The beauty nuzzles closer before whispering, "Not to mention how good with your hands you are..."

It was like a volcano of steam bursts from your head as your face burns red. And despite the line, you can see Tifa blushing as well. There is a moment of intense tension before you both crack up laughing.

"Now I'm thinking things and I want this job to be done with," you mention as you step away, fanning yourself lightly. You look over and blink, seeing the pile of junk gone. "Oh, we're done."

Suddenly, you feel yourself being lifted off your feet. Scrambling a bit, your arms find their place around Tifa's shoulders. A laugh escapes and you kick your legs a little.

"Shall we go home, clean up and do...things?"

Your dark-haired love laughs as she begins walking.

"We have time before the bar opens. Let's hurry home."

Tifa picks up the pace and trots towards the sunset with you in her arms. Nothing could be better.

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

Could you do a Quinn Fabray shot that she's feeling jealous of Y/N with Santana and end up with Y/N ​​doing her best to calm Quinnie down? Like, with affection, or otherwise

Red Light, Green Light

Who knew Rachel could be louder than she normally is? Apparently, with a little bit of alcohol, anything was possible.

Everyone was a little bit tipsy here at Rachel's little 'Glee house party' and the noise was getting a bit much for you. You found out that you were the 'quiet, chill drunk' of the group. That's why you were quite comfy on the couch while everyone was fighting over the microphone. Your eyes travel across the basement, amusement dancing in your eyes at the drunken antics of your friends. The only other person not amongst the fray mirrored your actions on the other side of the room.

Quinn.

The blonde sat on top of the washing machine with a soft smile on her lips. She was nursing a drink, not keen on getting as drunk as the others. Her smile widens when you meet eyes and a silent conversation happens.

"How ridiculous are these guys?"

"Is that Tina trying to sneak the mic away?"

"Aaand tackled by Rachel. That didn't last long."

The two of you share a quiet giggle before suddenly, Quinn's smile falls from her face. You're confused until you feel a pair of arms wrap around your neck. A soft cheek nuzzles against yours before you even register who it is.

"Santana. 'cha doin'?" You ask in a fond voice. You were never shy with affection and Santana always liked to try and toe the line. Especially when she wanted something.

"Can't I just love on you a little?" Her voice was low and husky. While a different, specific, person may have affected you more, the Latina's use made you suspicious. Infinitely moreso as she plants little kisses along your face.

"You can, but you don't without a reason." Knowingly, your eyes travel to Brittany who was preoccupied with Artie. "And I see your reason over there. She's not lookin', San."

The girl huffs and drops her head into your shoulder. "I knoooow. I've been trying all night. So help me."

You reach back to pat her head with a smile. "You want her eyes on you? Get everyone's eyes on you."

You point towards the karaoke machine, currently abandoned while people argue. Santana thinks for a moment, letting the hand on her head rake through her hair. You don't feel her smile until you start humming a tune to get her brain started.

"You're a fucking genius," she says, giving you a solid kiss on the cheek before dashing towards the microphone. Before you can search for Quinn, sensual music fills your ears and draws your attention.

As it plays, Santana is swaying her hips to the beat, letting the movement bring everyone's attention to her. Those who recognize the song begin to bop their heads and tap their toes.

Take a good look at it

Look at it now

Might be the last time you

Have a go round

The boys (and Brittany) move towards Rachel's tiny stage, eager to get closer to the performance. The girls (and Kurt) move to provide backup vocals. You stay put and notice that Quinn also hasn't moved. Her eyes are narrowed slightly, as if she's trying to figure something out.

Before you could consider grabbing her attention, Santana is upon you, dragging you out of the couch and against her swaying body. Brown eyes plead you to help with the performance. When you give her a smirk, she turns so her back is to you and places your hands on her waist. Suddenly you find yourself dancing and grinding against her.

Baby, it's yours if you want it tonight

I'll give you the red light special

All through the night

You can see Puck practically drooling on himself. You can also see Brittany staring intently at Santana, biting her lip.

But Quinn? Quinn is nowhere to be seen. Your heart squeezes in panic, worried that this display made her think the wrong thing. Thankfully, Brittany hopped up onto the stage to take your place by Santana's side, allowing you to make your exit to search for your own blonde.

As soon as you make it up the stairs and into the Berry house proper, you start your search. It doesn't take long with Quinn despondently leaning against the kitchen counter with a glass of water. With a relieved sigh, you take the spot next to her.

"Was wondering where you went."

Quinn lets out a soft scoff.

"It was getting too thirsty down there. I had to get a drink."

The unexpected joke makes a laugh burst out of you. Quinn breaks into a smug smile as a result before it falls into a frown again.

"What about you? Why are you up here and not dancing with Santana?"

"Britt took my place," you reply. "Besides, I'd rather be next to you"

Quinn turns away but you catch a glimpse of a light blush. "You were pretty comfortable with her being handsy with you." There's a slight snark in her voice. You grin knowingly.

"You know how we are. It's nothing, really." You take the glass from her hands and set it on the counter. "It's just a lot of affection."

"But you're only like that with her," she retorts. You just shake your head.

"As far as we ever get are cheek kisses. And maybe the occasional suggestive dance if the mood arises." You shrug. "I'd give cheek kisses to anyone who wants 'em."

"What about regular kisses? What's the criteria for that?" Quinn was actually curious now.

"Dating, I'd say. That's a privilege I don't give out freely."

"Oh, so anything else is free game for you?"

An idea pops into your head and you smirk. "I mean, if I'm allowed. For example..." You take her hand and lay a soft kiss along the knuckles. You meet her surprised eyes, and move to kiss the back of her hand. You continue your path up her arm and Quinn can't keep her eyes off you. A soft gasp escapes her lips when you reach her shoulder and slowly make your way to her neck.

"Y/N..."

Immediately, you freeze and draw back.

"Too much?"

Her body is tense. The hand not in your possession is gripping tightly on the counter. Her face is turned away from you and her blush is up to her ears. You gently pull her hand to draw her attention back to you.

"Hey, hey. I'll stop. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." Your thumb runs across her knuckles, as if trying to erase the initial kiss. You see her shoulders slump down, easing the tension and it makes you smile.

"Seriously, I'm sorry. I won't do that again. Promise."

Quinn looks down at your joined hands, almost lost in thought. When she feels your hand slip from hers, she holds on tighter.

"I..." She chews on her words a little. "I... Wouldn't be opposed to you doing that again."

Your eyes widen and your mouth gapes a little. "Oh."

"Yeah."

There's an awkward moment before a smile spreads on your face. You gently nudge Quinn with your shoulder. "You... Want me to do it again?"

The blonde looks at you, slightly baffled before letting out a laugh. She shakes her head fondly. "Actually, I have a better idea."

With a swift, smooth move, she leans in and plants a kiss on your lips. When she pulls away, you're absolutely stunned.

Quinn Fabray just kissed you.

Said smug girl is now making her way back downstairs, forcing you to scramble after her towards something new.

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

hi this is my first time sending a request and this one was rejected by other writer so I wondered if you could write it instead. I love quinn and I was thinking about a quinn fabray x fem!reader where reader was quinn first love back in middle school in that old school of hers and they had confessed to each other. reader loved quinn since her lucy caboosey phase and you could add that russell or Judy found out and separated them and encouraged quinn to get the nose job and lose weight. anyways, reader goes to McKinley during season 2 where quinn is trying to get her life together and she snaps when reader tries to approach her using her old name they don't speak anymore but reader always look out for quinn from the sideways (she's not from the glee club but she befriends Rachel) and quinn gets even more pissed when she catches rachel mentioning you before glee starts. the whole mess with lucy caboosey gets out and they finally speaks w reader comforting Quinn. make it angsty with a happy ending do not spare our feelings😂

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Still By Your Side

You know you're staring, but you can't help it. Something about this girl in your class is so familiar. You just can't put your finger on it.

See, you used to live in Lima, but you moved away in middle school. Forced away, rather. Now you're back and junior year began at McKinley High. While you recognized a lot of people, this one person just couldn't jog your memory.

Not until her eyes bore into yours.

As soon as class ends, you pack up your things and dart after the blonde.

"Hey! Wait!"

The blonde turns around, eyebrows cocked with an annoyed look on her face. She doesn't say anything, waiting for you to tell her why you're bothering her.

You take a moment to take her in. This girl was beautiful, that's for sure. There was a grace about her to match. Even her annoyed face looked pretty. You shake the thought from your head before finally speaking.

"Lucy, right? Lucy Fabray? It's me, Y/N."

Almost immediately, a hand covers your mouth and you're shoved against the lockers. Eyes blazing with fury found your shocked ones.

"I don't care who you are. I don't care how we met. But you will NEVER utter that name ever again." She leans closer and dangerously lowers her voice. "I am not Lucy and I will never be again. I am Quinn Fabray. Lucy is dead."

She pushes off of you, shoving you further into the lockers before striding away. You just watch her leave, your heart breaking with each step she takes. You didn't even notice the person next to you until she spoke.

"Sorry about her. She's always been like that."

With a jolt of surprise, you turn to look at the short brunette next to you. There's a moment before you look towards Quinn again.

"No... Not always." A sigh escapes your lips before you turn your attention to your companion. "You're friends with Lu-er... Quinn?" The brunette lets out a soft, rueful laugh.

"Kind of? More like rivals, I guess. We're both in Glee Club together. I'm Rachel Berry." She holds out her hand, which you take to shake.

"Y/N," you reply. "Y/N Y/L."

"If you wanna get close to Quinn, you can join Glee. We always need more members anyway." She offers. You consider it for a moment before shaking your head.

"Nah. I won't bother her like that. And I'd rather get myself settled before joining any clubs." You smile. "Thanks though. Maybe in the future." Rachel returns your smile with her own wide one.

"I'll hold you to that."

-----+++++-----

As the days pass, you learn more about Quinn thanks to Rachel. Her pregnancy and the resulting fallout with her parents, her life with the Glee Club, and now her determination to return to life before her baby. It was a lot and you weren't surprised by how much it affected her. You've already decided to stay out of Quinn's way, but they didn't mean you weren't still drawn to her.

While you tried your best to avoid directly interacting with the blonde, there were times when it was inevitable. Much like when she and Santana got into a fight in the hallway and you made it a point to pull Quinn away while blocking the Latina's attacks with your body.

Quinn didn't even acknowledge you.

It wasn't ideal. Your heart squeezed in pain with every rebuff. But the love you held for her, from the moment you met Lucy, it was worth every glance.

Only once did Quinn speak to you after meeting again. It had been months of just being in her orbit. But suddenly, you're slammed against the wall.

"Stay away from Berry." She growls. "I already have to deal with you everywhere else. I don't need that dwarf opening her big mouth to speak your name."

Recovered from the push and sudden rant, you retort.

"We haven't spoken since the first day! I even honored your request, Quinn. I don't understand why you dislike me so much."

"You don't get it." She leans into your space. If you weren't so frustrated, you would've blushed. "You're the only one who knows about Lucy. About everything I had to go through because of her. You can ruin my reputation with that knowledge. How can I not hate you?"

You could only blink in shock. So much was forgotten. Or rather, repressed. After a moment, you sigh.

"Quinn... What would I gain from that?" With a slump, your head thumps against the wall. "You may have forgotten but I... I loved Lucy." You hear a soft gasp. "I still love her. Even after your parents forced me away. Even after all this time."

You finally look straight into Quinn's eyes.

"If I ever talk about Lucy, it will only be with love and adoration. But since you don't want any indication of her existence, then she'll live in my heart. I'm not here to hurt you, Quinn. You have my word."

With that last word, you push past Quinn, leaving her in the hallway. You laid everything out there and you hope the blonde would trust you.

You didn't notice the look of awe in her face.

-----+++++-----

The first thing you noticed when you walked into school the next week were the whispers. Gossip sprung up all around you. You were confused until you were faced with a poster of a familiar photo.

Lucy Caboosey.

Almost immediately, you move to look for Quinn. At the choir room, you were met with most of the New Directions. Upon seeing you, Rachel rushed up.

"Y/N!"

"What's going on?" Another girl piped up.

"Fabray was being more annoying than Rachel." You recognized her to be Lauren Zizes. "I found out her little secret and decided to even the odds for Prom Queen."

You just stared at her. "YOU WHAT!?"

Everyone jumped at your voice.

"Do you know what she had to go through because of that bullying? I basically had to be her bodyguard in middle school just so she wouldn't be pushed to do anything drastic. And. You. Bring. That. BACK!?"

It didn't matter that Zizes was twice your size and stronger. She shrunk at your rage.

"You better damn well hope I find her before I see you again."

You whirl around to continue your search for Quinn, leaving the group in fear and awe.

Eventually, you follow the trail of torn posters to a classroom where you find the blonde crying at a desk. Quietly, you take a place across from her and wait for her to acknowledge you. It didn't take long for her to look up at you with teary eyes.

"Y/N..."

You smile. "Hey, Luce. Sorry I wasn't around to protect you this time." Quinn let's out a scoff.

"Please. I pushed you away. It's my own fault." A sigh escapes her lips. "How am I going to face the school now?"

"The same way you always did."

Quinn just looks at you, confused.

"Sure, you had an outburst. But you can't let that, or your past, dictate what you do now." You reach out your hand, palm up in an inviting manner. "You show that it doesn't control you. Even if you're just faking it."

She stares at your hand.

"Why are you doing this? After everything that's happened between us." You just give her a sad smile.

"I told you before. I love Lucy. Always will. I told her that as long as I was around, I'd protect her. I intend to keep it."

A tear falls from Quinn's eyes as she looks at you with wonder. Her hand covers yours and she revels in its warmth.

"Do you think you can... Love Quinn like you did Lucy? I've changed so much since you left. I'm not Lucy Caboosey anymore."

"Quinn," you start. "I don't think I could love you like I did Lucy." The blonde wilts, her heart breaking. Her hand clutches tighter onto yours. She had been so scared of her reputation crumbling that it masked her own feelings for you. Feelings she held for so long.

Quinn's actions catch your attention and when you look into her eyes, you're struck by the emotion in them. In an instant, you're back in middle school and falling in love all over again. You let yourself stay in that moment for a bit before speaking again.

"Lucy has a special place in my heart. She's my first love." You watch as your thumb caresses Quinn's hand. "It'll always be there, but it'll never grow." Your eyes meet again. "It can grow with you though. I may not know Quinn as well as I did Lucy, but I'd like to."

The smile on your face is immediately covered by soft lips. In a surge of emotion, the blonde leaned forward to kiss you. Before you could even react, she retreats.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself..." The light blush on her face sparks another memory and your smile widens.

"And here I thought I'd be the one to break." You chuckle. Gently, you lift her hand and kiss each knuckle. "Maybe let me kiss back this time?"

Quinn's blush deepens.

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

I dunno why I'm dumb and post things before they're done lmao Chapter 3 of Black Light is officially done now though. At least it forces me to finish lmao

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

Black Light

Wednesday x Parasite!Reader

Part One | Part Two |

"What'd you get?"

"Pilgrim World! Bet! You?"

"Weathervane! Free coffee all day, yo!"

You flick open your envelope to see where you were going to be for the 'honored' Outreach Day. It seems like most people were getting placed into Pilgrim World. Aaaaand you were also one of them. A heavy sigh escapes as you shove the paper into your pocket.

Normies would avoid you out of fear because of your outcast status. Outcasts avoid you out of fear of your known powers. Even then, outside of your chosen few, you didn't bother putting yourself out there. Outreach Day was a farce in your opinion and it masks underlying issues. But, whatever helps morale, you guess.

Feeling a presence, you turn to see both Enid and Wednesday appear by your side. Though the wolf flinches slightly at your attention, she gives you a smile.

"What'd you get, Y/N?" She asks. You could tell her enthusiasm masking her fear of you, but it felt nice to know she was trying.

"Pilgrim World. How 'bout you two?"

"Samesies," Enid replies almost immediately. "I have natural people skills and a love of performing, so it's kind of the obvi choice." You just nod. She was definitely the complete opposite of you. You turn to Wednesday next, awaiting her answer.

"Uriah's Heap, whatever that is."

"Ew. It's a weird, creepy antique store." When Enid feels both yours and Wednesday's eyes boring into her, she backtracks slightly.

"You'll love it though." You just roll your eyes in reply.

"I'd rather be at Uriah's than at Pilgrim World. Less people to stare at me."

"Maybe you'll get better with your social skills." Enid quips, only to squeak and stride away due to your glare.

"She's lucky she's cute..." You grumble. Wednesday raises an eyebrow at the statement.

"Didn't expect loud blondes to be your type, Y/N." You snort in response.

"Hardly but I'm not blind. People like her and Bianca are conventionally attractive," you start. "Just not my type. Not like I'm swimming in options. Not many want a monster as a partner."

A soft scoff sounds from Wednesday. "Not many have any semblance of taste."

You don't get a chance to ruminate on the words as Weems makes her appearance then, her attention on the small goth.

"Wednesday. Don't worry about your cello. I'll have it brought to the town square this afternoon."

The girl eyes the tall woman with suspicion. "My cello?"

The principal explains that she volunteered Wednesday to join the Jericho High marching band after she heard the goth play the other night. As she walks away with a near smug look on her face, Wednesday turns to you.

"Promise you'll hang me as a witch afterwards," she deadpans.

"Good thing I perfected my noose technique."

Wednesday couldn't help but smirk.

-----+++++-----

You're lingering behind the group of outcasts making their way to Pilgrim World. You weren't looking forward to being in those stupid costumes and having to deal with the myriad of tourists flooding the park. The gaggle of students partaking in the photo areas were already grating on your nerves and you're sure that being crushed like Giles Corey would be more pleasant than this torture.

"Why anyone would come here is a mystery..." You mutter. A sudden voice from your side surprises you.

"Pretty sure it's only for the fudge."

Wednesday's appearance confuses you. A few stunned blinks pulls you from the surprise, but only just.

"What are you doing here?"

"Switched with Enid so I could find out more about this Joseph Crackstone. He seems to be a clue into my investigations." A groan from your throat makes the girl furrow her brows.

"Why Enid though?" You whine pathetically. "I would've switched in a heartbeat to be free of all of this." You point to the raving pilgrim talking about witch trials as if to prove your point. Wednesday only shakes her head.

"The thought did cross my mind, but I figure you'll be more useful to me here," she states. "Whether I'd like to admit it or not."

You let out a resigned sigh while inwardly preeninh at the compliment. "At least I won't suffer alone..."

-----+++++-----

Being on the PW Outreach team was made more tolerable with the fact that Wednesday had done things to undermine the weird theme park. Being near the girl made you want to kill less. That's why you now found yourself outside of the closed meeting house alongside her and Eugene, having rescued him from a few normie bullies.

"And what are we looking to find here, Wednesday?" you ask while keeping an eye out. You were no stranger to sneaking around. The goth just rolled her eyes in reply.

"There has to be a clue about who Crackstone is here. I'll find it and be ever closer to finding out why he and I are entwined." She then turns to you with a sharp look. "Come now. We haven't all day. Locks don't pick themselves."

The things you do for this girl. With a exasperated huff, you step towards the meeting house door and place your hand by the lock. A few tendrils pop from your arm and make their way into the opening. After a few seconds, you all hear a soft click and the door opens.

"You'd think they'd install a better lock at least." You flex your fingers as if you had shoved them in the keyhole. "What would you have used if I wasn't here?"

"Eugene's retainer."

Both you and Eugene just stare at Wednesday in disbelief. There's a moment before she shoves you aside and steps into the building.

"Keep watch. If that Mistress Arlene shows her face, deny everything."

"I'm not good at lying..." mutters Eugene. You just pat him on the shoulder.

"Just let me do the talking."

Talking didn't help as the woman bulldozed her way through a moment later, dragging both you and Eugene by the ears as she confronts Wednesday. It was obvious that the woman had dealt with hooligans before, whether during this job or her previous one. At the very least, you learned some things about this place. Mainly that it was fake and the original meeting house was elsewhere. That and the book Wednesday was looking for had gone missing. At least now her investigation would take place away from this place. But that's for another time. You had to deal with fudge churning duties now.

Joy.

-----+++++-----

As soon as you could, you ripped the damned frock uniform off your body and donned your school uniform and hoodie. The sheer relief to have your normal clothing on almost made you sag into the nearest chair. You had used your powers to churn as much fudge as you were assigned and took the first moment to make your exit. You didn't know where Wednesday was, but you definitely need coffee. Pulling your hood up, you make your way to the Weathervane.

Whether it was coincidence or fate, you find Wednesday at the coffee shop, speaking to Xavier.

"I thought you were suppose to be at Pilgrim World?" he asks.

"I deserted it while my sanity was still intact."

"Leaving me to churn all that fudge on my own, mind you." you said, making your presence known. Wednesday just turns to you and shrugs.

"You had Eugene to assist."

"And you think he was any actual help?"

The two of you stare at each other, both with an eyebrow raised. A silent debate happening between you two until Xavier interrupts.

"Uh, you two want coffee? It's one of the many perks of this wonderful assignment..."

"I'm actually here for Tyler."

Both you and Xavier slump at the mention of the boy awkwardly standing away from you three, watching yet not wanting to intrude.

"I told you he was bad news," the psychic retorts. You couldn't help but agree, though for you it was more of a gut feeling than anything.

"Who I speak to is my business."

Wednesday's words had a tone of finality in it causing Xavier to just let out a sigh and ring the bell that was next to him. Tyler meanders up cautiously.

"You rang?"

With that, you check out of the conversation. Finding a seat nearby, you wait for any indication that Wednesday was leaving. Snippets of voices registered in your brain, but none was important enough for you to really react to. At least not until Tyler attempts to offer his help.

"Look, the ruins are kind of tricky to find," he starts. "I could take you this afternoon. My shift ends at 2:00."

Before you could even pipe up and offer a retort, Wednesday beats you to it.

"Principal Weems would hang, draw and quarter me if I miss the big statue dedication." You could see the girl grimace at the thought of the event. "And as enticing as it sounds, I'd prefer to keep a low profile."

"For now..." you murmur, only to have the goth backhand you in retaliation.

"If you're going to pester me you better make yourself useful. Come."

Wednesday immediately stands and exits the café. You could only glance at the two boys before scurrying after her.

-----+++++-----

When you followed Wednesday to the meeting house ruins, you weren't expecting to sit in the rain, waiting for the girl to wake up. You and Thing were impatiently waiting for her to wake up after she keeled over after attempting to leave. You had an umbrella made to keep all of you dry.

"If she doesn't wake up soon, I'm just gonna carry her back to campus."

Thing taps in response.

"I carried her to this spot. It shouldn't be any different."

More taps.

"Yeah, yeah, I know this is the general vicinity but we've been here for like half an hour."

As soon as the word leaves your mouth, Wednesday shoots up with a gasp.

"Thing! Y/N! I saw her! The girl from my vision." She leans into your arms, woozy from sitting up too quickly, but her eyes are still focused. "Her name is Goody Addams and I believe she's my ancestor from 400 years ago."

-----+++++-----

It was really hard not to hate Wednesday's potential suitors. The normie was trying too hard and Xavier was too condescending. How he didn't believe two personal accounts was absurd. Even more absurd than the statue unveiling event you were stuck in right now.

At least you know it was going to get lit. Literally.

You wait through speeches, eyes almost glazed over from utter boredom. The sudden swell of music jerks you into attention and your eyes immediately find Wednesday. With the barest of nods, you get your cue.

Tendrils emerge from your body and creep through the bleachers. Within its grasp, a small fuse makes its way towards the fountain. Hidden away from the view of the spectators, gas-soaked fabric hanging from a pool of gasoline in the fountain stuck out. You attach the fuse and pull back your tendrils. Once you pull away, you hear the strike of a match and a faint sizzle hidden by the band.

Oh this is going to be good.

Your eyes meet Wednesday's as Crackstone's statue bursts into flames and chaos erupts around you. The cellist changes the tune she was playing, allowing the music to reflect the terror around her. Your wide grin almost makes her smile wider.

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

There's a couple requests I can't quite wrap my head around so those might not pop up. I'm leaving them in my inbox though on the off chance I get hit with inspiration.

By the way, thanks for your patience in all this. I know I don't churn out stories like before, but I'm still glad y'all like em.

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

Thank you for being a Quinn Fabray writer! So glad someone out there writes for her, my beloved hehe can I request something domestic female reader x pregnant Quinn Fabray, where they’re married and it’s reader running out in the middle of the night to get a food item that Quinn is craving and then they eat together and talk about how far they’ve come and excited waiting for their little one, just something cute and fluffy please!

Late Night Cravings

"Yeah. Yeah, I have the list."

The middle of the local Wal-mart isn't where you want to be at 2AM but for your wife, you'll deal with the late-night loonies.

"I won't forget the ice cream. Banana-rama swirl, right? I still can't believe that's a thing," you say with a laugh. "I got everything. I'll be home soon. I love you too. See you in a bit."

As soon as you end the call, you make your way to the check out lanes. The sooner you're done, the sooner you'll get home to your very pregnant wife. And the less melted the ice cream will be.

-----+++++-----

Once you open the door, you're greeted with one Quinn Fabray, hand gently running over her swollen belly.

"Perfect timing. I just finished the bacon." She pecks you on the cheek and excitedly leads you to the kitchen.

"Slow down, Speedy," you call out with a chuckle. "Otherwise the little one will pop right out.

"I've done a full dance routine while pregnant before," the blonde quips. "This is nothing."

"Yeah and you immediately went into labor," was your retort. "I'm not about to let that happen again. There's still a month left and we still need to prep the hospital bag."

Quinn just lets out a laugh. "Relax. It's fine. You're more anxious about this than I am." She grabs the plate of bacon while you take two spoons and the tub of ice cream.

"This is my first kid! Of course I'm nervous." You follow your wife to the living room where Netflix was paused to the latest episode of whatever Quinn was binging. She eases onto the couch while you plop down. "I just want things to go smoothly..."

She leans over and places a kiss on your cheek. "They will. We'll be fine. Even if it wasn't, we'll make it through. We always have."

You smile, remembering your lives together.

"Yeah, high school was rough for you. Early college too."

"And yet, you stuck by me through thick and thin. Long before 'in sickness and in health.'"

She leans into you and you settle comfortably. "I knew I wanted to be your wife then," you sigh. "And now, we're here eating ice cream and bacon together. I wouldn't change it for the world."

Quinn turns her head to kiss you. "Neither would I."

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

A/N: So, I was working on a story and then I couldn't edit it anymore... Probably cuz I took too long. Oops. Sorry @starry-fool

Sing With Me?

The Hat of Fate can burn.

Because of that accursed thing, you were now sitting in the living room of one Quinn Fabray. As the new kid in school, she scared the ever living shit out of you. While she wasn't quite the HBIC anymore, Quinn was still quite intimidating. What sucked further was that the two of you couldn't agree on ANYTHING.

"What about this one?"

"We've done that song already."

"This one?"

"No."

You had been at this for the past hour. Almost every suggestion you had was rejected one way or another. Quinn wasn't helping either. It was as if she wasn't even trying. It was frustrating.

"You suggest something then!" You groan, throwing your arms in the air. "Even if you don't care, it's still an assignment."

The blonde just rolls her eyes and levels you with a glare.

"Look. It doesn't matter anyway. Rachel and Finn are gonna sing, Mr. Schue will fawn over them and the rest of us are shoved into the sidelines. That's just how it is."

"That can change! There are so many great voices in the club. There's always a chance."

At that, Quinn slams her hand onto the table, startling you into silence.

"Things aren't going to change! Why bother trying!? If Mercedes and Santana can't, then we definitely have no shot. So just give up, dumbass!"

The other girl gets up and stomps away, leaving you stunned. You try not to cry. You were never great when someone yelled at you. Regardless, after a moment, you slowly gather your things and move to put your shoes on and leave. Why fight a losing battle?

-----+++++-----

Quinn felt horrible. After hearing the front door close, she knew she screwed up. She knew she forgot the main reason for the Glee Club's existence.

Acceptance. Love of singing. Love of each other.

She had to apologize, but you weren't making it easy. The next day at school, Quinn couldn't find you at all outside of class. It was clear you were avoiding her and it made her feel even worse.

By the time lunch came around, Quinn nearly gave up her search. It wasn't until she heard rhythmic tapping coming from an empty classroom. Peeking her head in, the blonde finds you sitting, headphones on while tapping a pencil onto the desk. She was about to get your attention, but then you started singing.

I could play any game with you

I could say what you want me to

I could lie, I could lie

She listens to your voice and suddenly realizes that your voices would mesh incredibly well together without her changing her natural tone too much. So she stands there, listening further while you continue to lose yourself into the song. The song was unfamiliar, but it was easy enough for her to pick up the chorus.

So she does and joins in the next time it comes around.

Even through your headphones, you hear Quinn's voice and it startles you.

"Quinn? What are you doing here?" You ask, standing up and pulling the headphones from your head.

"Looking for you," she replies with a smile. "I wanted to apologize for last night. Honestly, I shouldn't care about the drama and politicking. I've been in too much of it and I'm tired." She shakes her head. "Let's just have fun and sing, yeah? That's what we're in the club for, right?"

Her hand reaches out towards yours and waits. It was an offering. Of friendship? Of teamwork? All of the above? You weren't sure, but you were willing to find out. Your hand grasps hers and you look into those shining hazel eyes.

"Let's figure out what to sing then."

Quinn pulls you out of the classroom and you walk alongside her.

"Actually, I really liked the song you were singing. Teach me that one?"

Her hand never lets go of yours.

-----+++++-----

In the span of the week, you and Quinn work on your duet. Together, you figure out the lyrics and arrangement relatively quickly and dedicate the rest of your time to rehearsal. It doesn't take long for you to notice a shift in your relationship though.

You're sitting in Quinn's living room again. While you were opposite each other, you were still sitting close enough for your knees to touch. Quinn's voice blends with yours as you practice. But at a certain lyric, your eyes meet and there's a sudden tension in the room.

And if I go, will you love me

Will you love me when I come back

You were performing tomorrow. You were going to show the club that a performance doesn't need the best voices. You just needed to have fun. You and Quinn had worked hard to show this.

But this? This seemed like so much more.

The singing had ebbed as soon as you locked eyes. The air was so heavy, you could hardly breathe. It wasn't until Quinn's eyes flicked to your lips did you look away.

"Heh... I think we have that, what did Mr. Schue say? Vocal chemistry?" You say awkwardly. You could feel Quinn's eyes boring into you. "M-maybe we'll convince him to change things up, yeah?"

Suddenly, there was a hand on your cheek and you were staring into hazel eyes again.

"It doesn't matter if Mr. Schue changes things," Quinn says. Did she get even closer to you? She got even closer to you. You can feel her breath against your face. "But maybe we can still shake things up a little."

The smirk she pulls draws your attention to her lips and now you can't look away. You lean in and press your lips to hers. It starts out soft and tentative. You feel Quinn let out a soft sigh before pressing a little further into you. When you finally part, a small laugh escapes from you.

"Yeah, that'll shake things up."

Quinn just pulls you against her again.

"And as great as that is, I just want to 'sing' with you again."

Another kiss, plus many more, follow. You don't end up rehearsing anymore. Things were more than perfect.

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

Every time I see this gods damned post, I think about @xekstrin each. And every. Time

Have you ever been to earth?

On earth, we use the word “burrito” to describe a tortilla filled with things you eat. Pretty simple stuff, and I’m surprised you at least got that part right. My burrito was, in fact, filled with food. In this, you and I agree and are friends. But this is also where my lifelong hatred begins for you and anyone else whose brain has been repeatedly scrubbed with the same mixture of bleach and Pop Rocks as yours has. Because that should have killed you, but left you around long enough to do what you did to me today. Let me explain:

You’re an idiot.

Let me further explain:

Burritos are eaten from one end to the other. So that means when you assemble a burrito with motherfucking ZONES of ingredients going that direction, you create a disgusting experience for the burrito’s end user. When you make a burrito, you should put the ingredients in layerslengthwise. That way, every bite has AT LEAST A FUCKING CHANCE of getting at least two types of ingredients, and there is little chance of becoming almost hopelessly trapped in a goddamned cilantro cavern.

Have you ever eaten one of the things you make all fucking day? You should try one. They are pretty good WHEN YOU ARE NOT WILLING YOURSELF THROUGH THE FUCKING EMPIRE OF SOUR CREAM ONLY TO END UP IN LETTUCE COUNTRY.

When you eat a burrito, you don’t stand it up and bite down on it lengthwise like a fucking Rancor. Humans can’t usually dislocate their jaws, and I’m not a fucking pelican. But you must think that’s how it’s done, since that would be THE ONLY FUCKING WAY to take a bite of your crapstrosity and have it taste like a burrito.

And guess what else, player? You probably can’t guess anything, because I’m pretty sure you’re just a mop with a hat on it that fell over and spilled some shit into a tortilla, but just in case, here’s what:

Humans also don’t eat burritos like fucking corn on the cob. Like a fucking typewriter from one end to the other a little at a time and then DING next line. But today I wish I had tried that. Because at least THEN I would be able to eat some rice, then beans, then be all like HEY BEANS I’LL BE RIGHT BACK JUST GOING OVER HERE TO THE GUACAMOLE FOR A SECOND.

Nope.

My experience was more like HEY BEANS IT’S JUST GOING TO BE YOU AND I FOR A MINUTE UNTIL I CAN FUCKING EXCAVATE THE RICE FROM BENEATH YOU BUT BY THEN YOU WILL BE A FADING MEMORY OH HEY I WAS WRONG I’M IN THE FUCKING CHEESEOSPHERE NOW RICE MUST BE NEXT I HOPE IT’S NOT ANOTHER FUCKING SALSA POCKET.

You built this thing like a fucking pack of LifeSavers.

And don’t even fucking think I’m about to open this shit up and re-engineer your nonsense 90 degrees. I ALREADY PUT A HOLE IN IT WITH MY FUCKING MOUTH. YEAH. THAT’S HOW I DISCOVERED YOU FUCKING SUCK AT LOOKING AT THINGS. I AM NOT GOING TO DO FUCKING TORTILLA ORIGAMI TO GET THIS SHIT BACK TOGETHER, ONLY TO END UP WITH A BURRITO THAT’S BEEN SHOT IN THE GUT AND IS BLEEDING YOUR INEPTITUDE.

What’s that? I should ask you to mix it up first next time? IS THIS JAMBA JUICE? I DON’T WANT TO DRINK MY FUCKING BURRITO THROUGH A BENDY STRAW, AND I DON’T WANT A PILE OF BURRITO SOUP IN A FLOUR CAN.

I just want a burrito.

In conclusion:

You’re the worst thing that has ever happened to the universe, you owe everyone everywhere an apology for this burritobomination, and I hope your babies look like monkeys.

UPDATE FOR EVERYONE WHO SAID “JUST EAT IT WITH A FORK”:

A fucking fork?

I DIDN’T ORDER THE FUCKING COBBURRITO SALAD.

If anyone ever handed me a burrito with a fork, THEY WOULD BE WEARING A BRAND NEW BURRITO HAT FROM MY FALL COLLECTION TEN SECONDS LATER.

That’s like buying a car and having them hand you a fucking wrench with the keys. Like YEAH WE KNOW THIS MOTHERFUCKER’S GOING TO EXPLODE AND BE SPREAD ACROSS EIGHT LANES AS SOON AS YOU HIT THE GAS, BUT SHIT, WE GAVE YOU A WRENCH, SO BE COOL.

Jesus already gave me two burrito forks. One at the end of each arm. They’re called fucking HANDS.

A fork. My god. I haven’t cried since I was six, but I’m fucking sobbing now.

People eat burritos with forks?

God is sorry he made us.

(Source)

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

god its been a hella while since ive thought of requests like sheesh~.

gimme some time to think of something, got a question tho, you up for some angst or fluff and u still writing for wednesday?

Take all the time you need! I have a couple stuff to work on, including Black Light lol

I am up for both! And I will always write for Wednesday. Jenna still has a hold on my heart xD

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

Hi can I request fem!reader and Quinn Fabray kissing in the rain after an argument please :D

Running in Circles

Quinn Fabray x Fem!reader

All you could hear was the sound of your heavy footfalls and labored breathing. You had snuck into the school football field to run the track. It was something you did whenever you had extra energy to drain and couldn't find another outlet. However, tonight kept you on the track. Frustrated energy threatened to overtake you, even with extra shadowboxing or roundhouse kicks. The fight with your girlfriend lingered in your brain and latched on like gum in hair.

Though it seems as though you couldn't call Quinn Fabray your girlfriend anymore.

The blonde had been hanging around Puck more often lately. You knew her plan to try and prove that she was a worthy parent for Beth and that obviously involved the baby's father. But you felt as though you were getting pushed into the sidelines. Quinn, focused on her child, had forgone dates and other plans. She brushed you aside to talk to Puckerman. Overall, she neglected the fact that you were even together.

You were sure that Quinn wasn't cheating on you. At least not outright. Having knowledge of her previous infidelity, you knew that she would be more secretive at the very least. It didn't stop the negative feelings from settling into your mind. Did she not want a girlfriend anymore? Did she feel like you couldn't be around her daughter since you were queer? It was enough that you had to confront Quinn about it and it didn't end well.

The cheerleader was almost immediately on the defensive. There was nothing you could say that could sway her from the destructive path she was on. Emotions eventually bubbled over and Quinn exploded with angry words. Hurtful words that stuck into your brain.

"Beth is the only good, perfect thing I have!"

"What about me? What about us?"

"What about us!?"

You couldn't help but leave at those words. If she didn't care about you as much as you did for her, you weren't going to hang around and break yourself. You broke yourself for partners before and you refuse to do it again. You would rather leave heartbroken. Of course, that decision wasn't going to happen until you could think clearly. Which running was suppose to help with. At least it usually helped.

Your mind was so out of sorts that you didn't even notice the rain until you lost your footing and tripped. The momentum caused you to skid and roll, tumbling over until you hit the track with your face.

Normally, physical pain wouldn't cause any fuss, but now it was the last straw. Sobs wrack your body as you get up from the ground. Tears mix with rain and thunder masks your cries. Emotional torment causes your body to hunch, but only for a moment. You force yourself to recover and get up to run again, but sudden hands on your face stop any further movement.

Quinn was kneeling in front of you. Hazel eyes scan your face as they assess the damage from your fall. With gentle strokes, she brushes your bangs from your face and you have a clearer look at her. You don't know whether she had been crying or not. You can see that her eyes are red, but the rain hides any tears she may have had. Tears from what? The argument you had?

The spell she has on you breaks and you try to move from her grasps.

"What are you doing here, Quinn?" You ask, now refusing to look at her. "It's pouring out. You're gonna get sick."

"I can say the same for you." The blonde holds tight and keeps you near. Before you could pull away again, she continues. "I'm sorry."

You pause.

"I'm so, so sorry. I just..." She chews on her thoughts a little. "I just got so hyper-focused on Beth that I just... didn't think on anything else." Her hands move from your face to your hands. She clings on, but you don't budge.

"I know there's not much I can say to make up for things, but... I love you. You have to know that." You can feel her thumb run across your knuckles.

"Beth is the one perfect thing I've done," she continues. "But you? You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. And I can't lose you. Especially not like this." Quinn tugs your hands and it brings your focus back to her. There's a desperate look in her eyes. There's a fear. You vaguely feel her hands tremble.

"Please... not like this."

The crack in her voice breaks through your stupor. Quinn could only barely register your hands tighten around her before your lips on on hers. She clings onto you like a lifeline as she refamiliarizes herself with you and your love. The rain may have well stopped since neither of you pay attention to the downpour. It's not until oxygen calls for you did you feel a shiver run down your spine.

"Let's get outta here." You say, helping Quinn up. "Seriously don't wanna get sick."

Quinn agrees with a nod and you walk over to an umbrella she had dropped on her way to you. Taking it in one hand, you take hers in your other, leaving the track and your tears behind. There's only a pause for one last thing.

"Not ever, Quinn. You won't lose me."

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

Woof, I haven't been around in a while. But I would like to get back into writing again. I have some stuff I'm (still) working on, but I think it'll be good to have some small things to ease back into it, so....

Requests?