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what about a drink?
when a sunshine girl (august) meets a grumpy bartender (quinn au)
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Quinn’s night had already been filled with angry drunks and multiple vodka sodas ending up on his button-up when she came in. He was never one to hyper-fixate but he couldn’t take his eyes off of her just waiting for her to order a drink. August on the other hand was dragged into the only bar in this small town for her 21st birthday. She was the one taking care of the farm alone with her animals and absurd amounts of coffee, definitely not at a bar or party. Yet here she was at a bar dancing to songs she doesn’t know. Her overall shorts, cowgirl boots and braids moving along with her whisking across the floor. One thing about August is that she’s never cared what people think- opposite to Quinn of course. He's always overthought the little things hating the public eye but seeing August eased his mind.
August's twirling got her thirsty making her run over to the bar kneeling on top of the bar stool to make herself seem taller and as she likes to say “look like a shit kicker and butt beater” Quinn's eyes followed her all the way there walking over after quickly serving a drink to probably the wrong person.
“Hey uh, what would you like?” he scratched the back of his head thinking what an idiot he was over studdering just knowing you already hate him.
“Hi, bartender dude you got any lemonade?” august said bringing out the finger guns suddenly nervous around the brunette.
“Lemonade with vodka or lemonade with gin?” Quinn asks starting to take out the liquid poisons.
“Oh no, just lemonade alone like pure sober lemonade nothin else unless ya got some sugar packets behind this bar.” she slaps the table excited for her drink.
“really on your 21st? no shots no alcohol just plain lemonade?” he hadn't gotten a regular drink since he'd worked here, especially with the new 21-year-olds coming into the bar. It honestly shocked him considering he would've taken her for a whiskey girl.
“How’d you know I'm 21? You crazy man and yes pure lemonade.” she smiles and grabs the lemonade in a cup from Quinn immediately taking a sip. Her face skews up from the bitter lemon but hums in delight. Quinn slightly laughs at her question but resumes his brooding look.
“Uh you have a button on your shirt that says ‘Happy 21st birthday’ so I went out on a limb.” he looks back up at her staring down her bright green eyes.
“These are overalls mister and thank you for the lemonade!” she says hopping off the stool and skipping off to who knows where. Quinn sighs not getting the girl's name getting ready to wipe the counter off and officially call this night a shit show. But before he threw the napkin her drink was on he saw it- a card peaking out the middle of it.
‘August’s farm, florals and fruits’
With her number and farm address on the back. Maybe tonight wasn't as bad as Quinn thought.
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dream girl
mark estapa
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bailey’s pov
growing up hockey was my home, it was there always and getting accepted to play D1 was everything i’d ever wanted. I had played team usa and michigan saw it i guess but as they say “all good things come to an end” i just wish my end to hockey was kinder to me. during spring break of my freshman year after winning a national championship- it was all supposed to be amazing and wonderful. my flight home was in a emergency helicopter so no not wonderful. I had been surfing in california when it happened, when a frickin shark took a nibble at me and left me with no right arm. This news had barley come out and the only people who knew were my family and two friends who were out in the water with me.
My dream was to play hockey but things change. I took part of my spring semester off with the excuse of a “family emergency” I mean technically it was but people didn’t know i was the family member that had the emergency.
Bringing me to now- an older wiser me with a new dream and a shorter wing span. I hadn’t realized my passion for sports media till now. I met lauren a girl on the sports media team and she let me join the team. at this point i had only take my general ed classes so i declared my major as media comms. life was looking up right about now.
Today was the first men’s hockey scrimmage of the year so it calls for some pranks. since i had just returned to school after the whole shark thing no one knew other then lauren and the media crew. so naturally i put a fake mannequin arm up my hoodie sleeve and was going to try and “shake a hand” it’s genius honestly.
I took some photos and set up the cameras while lauren gathered everyone preparing them for the first media day. soon enough lauren returned and people started pouring in. the first person that stopped to say something to lauren i launched my plan.
“hey i’m bailey! i’m new to the media team.” i held in my giggles and held my fake hand out. the boy smiled not noticing the stiff arm and started moving to shake my hand.
“hi i’m mar- AHHHH” he held onto the arm when it came out of my hoodie and i immediately was set into a fit of giggles. the rest of the team came running into the room curious at what the yelling was for.
“what the hell is going on? mark what is in your hand??” a teammate said first.
“i just- she- how-“ mark stumbled out.
“spit it out markey” i managed to get out while laughing. i tugged my hoodie off to reveal my lack of arm.
“i am so confused.” the same teammate said.
“bailey here is new to the media team so she wanted to prank one of y’all. bailey played for the women’s hockey team until last spring when she lost her arm. be nice.” she said pointing at the boys in the room.
“TELL HER TO BE NICE- SHE GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK” mark yelled.
“if you think this is mean you should see me on the ice.” bailey smiles, snaps a photo and skips out of the room. mark smiles looking at her back in shock at the new girl.
little did they both know this was only the beginning of a feeling they’ve never felt before.
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hehhe how do we like this plot?!
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when i say he skates like an ostrich, this is exactly what the fuck I'm taking about | ©Derek Cain
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“spiraling is difficult”
•TW• SH, eating, depression, mental health, crying, panic attack… let me know if i need to add more
know you aren’t alone and everyday you make it through proves time and time again that you got this and you are strong and valid and that someone loves you.
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Quinn’s way home was a big win felt… empty. he hadn’t gotten his usual text or call from his girlfriend or a text message of a photo showing you smiling at the tv screen every game you didn’t make. Those were the first signs that popped to his head. He of course knew about you’re medication and he knew about your illness but you were always this right ball of sunshine. The girl who snuck fruit snacks and chocolate into his game day bag with notes attached to them and the girl who even when battling cancer made you laugh so hard you couldn’t breathe. Something was wrong.
He reached the threshold of the house and walked into the shared home. His heartbeat jumped when he realized it was silent. You always had music or some silly cartoon on in the background because of the silence. He’s met with the whines of your puppy Levi and he pets his head. dropping his bag he walks over to your shared room and opens the door. Seeing no one he almost leaves but turns when he hears it.. a small sob coming from you. Quinn hearing the noise books it for the bathroom where he slams the door open. You were on the ground in a ball- your phone open to what seemed like a message and what broke his heart the most was the razor blade thrown across the room.
He slides behind you turning you around clutching you to his chest. “what’s wrong pretty girl? tell be what’s happening.” he whispers in her ear. you shake your head bearing it deeper into his neck. “please sunshine i need to know what’s going on in that head of yours. why was the blade out baby?” he pulls your head back resting his hands on the sides of your face. he takes in your bloodshot eyes swollen nose and face, tears still streaming.
“it’s back.” your voice shakes from the tears.
“what’s back? what do you mean?” he questions not putting it together.
“the cancer. it’s back- i can’t do this again please.” you’re voice breaks falling to his chest. quinn freezes. his sunshine- his y/n. it’s back.
“we are fighting this baby- we have to i know it’s hard but you have to. I love you to the moon and to saturn i can’t loose you. let’s call the doctor and make an appointment.” he pulls you closer so it’s easier to pick you up. after carrying you to your bed and changing you into a pair of his clothes. throughout putting the clothes on he silently checked all the places you used to harm. he knew he shouldn’t but he couldn’t ask you and risk you breaking anymore.
“they emailed me. what an odd way to tell someone they are dying huh? they said oh by the way you not only have a cancer on both your kidneys but breast cancer- oh and it’s to big to remove because it kachowed my ass so you need chemo before and after removal. hurray me!” y/n says sarcastically- laughing through the tears.
“baby-“ he starts.
“it’s okay i just let myself spiral a little- it’s difficult- the spiral because you trick yourself into thinking it’s rational. i’m okay now i think but i almost-“ she stutters about the blade. she’s been clean for four years but if he hadn’t come home who knows what could have happened.
“i love you so so much. my pretty girl is so strong- it’s okay to slip sometimes but i’m here to catch you. you are feelings about cancer and life are valid but i need you to hold on. hell knows i can’t keep care of this zoo. three goats, dog, chickens, and a cow aren’t my forte so i’m gonna need you to stick around, yea? let’s get some food in ya later but first cuddles?” she nods her head pulling quinn down to cuddle on the bed. after just breathing for awhile y/n opens her mouth.
“gonna still love me when my boobs are gone?” she giggles silently making quinn throw his head back in laughter.
“really that’s what your worried about? babe i would love you if you were a freaking worm so boobs or no boobs ya ain’t getting rid of me.” he smirks and pulls you closer falling asleep knowing you were going to fight this.
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