#quinn threads.

[thursdaygrl]

closed starter for @angelsdvsts

"what do you want?" safe to say that quinn's customer service voice could use some work, considering the harshness of her tone.

[hugheses]

Canucks: Quinn Hughes in his #NHL25 Cover Star era. 🌟

[batvilletv]

[pocket-elf]

Kellin Quinn, Madness

2 thread cross stitch on 18ct aida

[sleepynxri]

"Come here, you can sit on my lap while I work" 

A/N: Yeah I know it's another one lmao, don't come for me it's 2 am and I'm sleep deprived (hence my name) hehhe

Pairing/s: Wyatt Quinn x gn!reader

Warnings: curses lmao

“What in great heavens happened to your room darling?!"

This is why you should never show your room to Wyatt. The Beige blonde male stood around your little room almost starstrucked seeing the boxes laying around the floor aimlessly.

You expected this would happen considering how a clean freak he is sometimes and the constant……  lines of his added routine to make himself more beautiful.

You defended yourself saying that you didn't expect to be stranded in the middle of a street and arrive at Brine Bay for the summers. You were actually planning to head to your family house but well- you know what happened but you didn't explain it to the man at hand.

At this point you aren't sure if he's fuming red in anger, frustration, embarrassment or all of the above. His hand twitched slightly in annoyance as he took his surroundings for a second and took a deep sigh. 

“Darling…  you told me this before, at which point I'm aware of your situation. But you could have at least cleaned your room even when you knew you had a guest over” Wyatt did have a point.

Your guess was you didn't have to pick up the boxes since you will be temporarily staying in the room for who knows how long. So it's a waste to clean everything when any day or week you could be gone after a phone call from Kai.

A small hum accumulated from your mouth as you started on cleaning up your room to help on Wyatt’s sanity(I heard that darling 💢) 

You pick up the boxes and stack them together in an area where no one can get hurt from it. You opened up your windows (I assume they can?) To let some of the dust flow outside your room and do a mini clean up on your area.

To your surprise, Wyatt curled up his sleeves and helped with the cleaning. Who knew he could clean? You were aware that he had a personal chef so you expected that he had someone to clean his house for him as well. People were right on the phrase “don't judge a book by its cover"

With the help of Wyatt, the cleaning went more smoothly and we're practically finished on doing the mini cleanup on your area.

You pummelled yourself on your bed with an exhausted sigh, relief stretched around your body as you didn't expect the cleaning drained you. Then again you did just finish your shift and met up with Wyatt to head to your hostel room for some “bonding time".

Speaking of the said blonde male… 

Your eyes scanned on where the model was, to your luck your angle was able to see that he sat himself down on your desk chair- is that a laptop?? Where in the fuck did he get that from??

Blinking your eyes in surprise, you manoeuvred your body around to look at him in a better angle. He looked…  enchanting while he works.

His brown eyes locked focus into the dimly bright screen of his laptop, as his glasses were planted on the bridge of his nose. His beige blonde hair was on its normal hairstyle with some of his hair strands drapped around his straight shoulders. 

A leg was crossed over from his thigh as his hands continued typing on the keypads like he was busy with a rushed assignment. You cringed slightly from the memory of the sleepless nights in college with a paper due around 11:59 at night.

You didn't realise you were still staring at the male as Wyatt glanced his eyes towards you with amused brown eyes. You felt the stare as you snapped out from your thoughts immediately. 

“Staring is considered rude darling. But I'll give an exception since it's you of all people who’s staring at me like that" Wyatt gave a small courteous chuckle as his eyes scanned back to the laptop and continued on typing out his work.

A blush creeped into your cheeks as you tried to hide it using a plushie/pillow that you had in your bed. It got worse after hearing another chuckle coming out of Wyatt’s mouth.

A few hours? I think it's been like half an hour since both of you even talked a single thing. The silence was comforting, but you worry that you might be loud sometimes by scrolling around your phone while watching WikWok videos.

You suddenly felt the bed dip beside you as your eyes glanced towards the area and Wyatt was there holding his phone. 

Before you could question what he was doing, he just smirked slightly and gently patted his lap. You looked… . Confused?

“I can see you have a lot in your mind, come sweet thing. Lay on my lap while I continue working." Your eyes widened at this.

Was he- inviting you to lay on his lap? THE Wyatt Quinn is asking you to place your head on his lap??

Before you could protest, he placed a hand around your waist and dragged you over to him.

The position ended up with Wyatt sitting down on the bed with a leg hanging from the edge and you laying down into his lap while your back was facing his chest.

You blushed darkly at this, Wyatt didn't mind the position as he started on typing his phone while using only 1 hand while his other gently caressed your hair.

You were nervous at first but relaxed at some point. The hand on your hair was already enough to make you calm down, as it reminded you of the time of a parental figure you had caressing your head while trying to make you fall asleep.

You smiled slightly as you closed your eyes in bliss. A small sigh of relief could be heard from you as you can feel the tiredness creep around your body.

“Have a nice rest Doll, I'll be here when you wake up”

Threads of You: Beyond the Bay

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Disclaimer: I am not part of the Lavendeer Studio team, I'm just placing the links here to whoever wants to play the game or wants to join the server for more updates and upcoming events!!

[sophfandoms53]

May the prophecy be fulfilled 🙏

[thewingedwolf]

cam mj and angela NEED leah & quinn in this house to take at least one (1) shot at the triplets if they want both a path to f2 and any sort of win equity (well angela is toast but whatever), not getting kimo out maybe benefits chelsie a little but everyone is clearly refusing to think about what happens when they’re on the block or in f2 with one of t’kimobina bc what happens is THEY LOSE

[wmupuck]

closed starter.

@wmuquinnfabray

Puck had barley been able to focus since the lockdown was lifted, mostly due to the impending hangout with his favorite blonde. Everytime he'd sat in front of his laptop to do homework, or gone to the gym after class, his mind always found its way back to her, to what went down in the rec room. It was on a constant loop in his head. He also noticed himself smiling more frequently, which could've been because of the increasingly sunny weather, but he knew better than to blame it on that. There was something about being around Quinn that just made him...happy. So, there he was, whipping his truck into an empty parking spot on campus and shooting her a text to let her know he'd arrived. He reached in the backseat to grab his jacket, smoothing out the leather and throwing it on. Puck took one last look at himself in the rearview mirror before letting out a deep exhale and jumping out the truck. Even though she made him feel like he was in the clouds, there was also a part of her that still made him nervous, especially since everything between them was still so new. The last thing he wanted was to fuck things up. Again. As he made his way closer to Rhodes Hall, Puck shook his head to himself, as if it would shake all the nerves from his body. Strangely, it kind of helped. His head was on a swivel, looking out for a flash of blonde hair as he approached her building. Quickly, he spotted her standing outside, just like she said would be. He couldn't help the grin that crossed his face, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket as he approached her casually. God, Puck didn't think he could ever get tired of seeing that face. "What up, blondie?" He teased, giving her a nod, and then a slow once over. "You look gorgeous, not that it surprises me. You ready to go? I'd rather not spend any more time on campus than I need to. Plus, I know you're pretty eager to get back to my apartment."

[etxrnaleclipse]

Cont. from @seoulxsinners || Toby and Jackson (x)

"Hey, now. I never said that I did. I just said that you didn't. Big difference there."

[siiinfully]

continued from this with @asexxxualerotica

[Let my son go you bastard!!]

Khadamori’s voice roared in the mind of the man clutching Kthanid as the towering eldritch king seemed to appear from out of nowhere—a massive tentacled arm ripping through the air to suddenly snatch around the cloaked figure’s throat and squeeze tight, while his other arm unwrapped into the six tentacles that composed it, three on each of the assailant’s arms and pulling back hard to force him to release his son. Blazing blue eyes burned in the darkness as Khadamori made himself know, snarling down at the hooded man.

+++

While her son and husband were locked in a showdown with a mysterious figure, Quinn was having problems of her own. She had just learned she was pregnant – six weeks along – and was now on the receiving end of a trident. The one on the other end was someone she recognized: someone from her husband’s horrible past and who seemed eager to strike him at his weak points. One of them being her.

“Please,” she whispered, the terror she felt mainly being for the life growing inside her and not for herself. “If this is about my husband, let me talk to him. I’m sure we can find a way to fix th—” The rest of her sentence was silenced as she felt the sharp point of the middle prong pierce her skin. Before she could scream or say or do anything else, the pain was gone and the sound of someone screaming and then hitting one of the marble pillars filled her ears.

[thursdaygrl]

closed starter for @musingmixtape

The party had died down by now, but Quinn was still sporting a drink in hand and a grin, moving her hips in circles as she spun around slowly to the song playing much more softly now on the speaker. On the other end of the room, Tyler was chatting quietly with Stella, the two of them watching her as she relished the attention. Turning to them, she narrowed her eyes. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." She teased, before going back to swaying, singing along to the Beyonce song playing through the room before she finally made her way over. "So we're gonna play something, right? Surely we're not just going to bed. I bet Stella wants to." Quinn had instantly warmed to Tyler's work friend, coming up to link their arms as she gave her a grin. "Give in. He should, right?" She prompted, encouraging her as though Tyler wasn't going to ask how high when she told him to jump.

[starsdrew]

◟ ★ ⊰ closed starter. nathan scott for quinn james. @fadingmadness

◟ ★ ⊰ that look was similar to the one haley had given him, like she didn't recognize him. what kind of place was this? how did his own wife and sister in law not know him? " excuse me ... do you think you can show me how to get to the closest grocery store? "

[rotating-hyperfixations]

I believe that if you have been active on the Glee subreddit in the last 5-10 years, particularly in the pandemic era, you deserve financial compensation, a Medal of Honor, literally anything for being in the trenches on that thread. Every time I log on to check and see what’s up, they are literally posting the most rancid takes and excusing homophobia or racism or both. It was truly were nuance and analysis would go to die, especially for characters like Santana and Quinn who didn’t fit into the nice near boxes of the show.

If your a fellow deserter/former member, you have my upmost respect

[writtn]

muse: quinn bowman, reckless stuntman, 27.

open to mutuals ( m , f , nb ).

based on this

Getting injured in a stunt gone wrong was not what he had planned but, it came with the profession ( it was unpredictable and injuries could easily happen ). Waking up to a room that was too white and smelled too clean didn't make him feel great, it left him confused and the confusion only continued as his dark gaze landed on them. " I must've actually died if you're here. " It's meant as a joke, really it is! Though, there's no laughter that comes tumbling behind the words as he's too tired and sore to attempt laughter. " Why are you here ? " He's not being rude, he's simply confused.

[daydreambclievers]

@babyitsmagic

[text: quinn ✨] is it true your brother is here???

[text: quinn ✨] and if it is, are you okay? do you need anything?

[swtsours-archived]

“   do   you   promise   to   take   care   of   me   ?   ”