#love quinn x you

[blushhingblue]

Regular Customer

Yandere!Love Quinn x Reader age gap, kidnapping

As per usual, around half past twelve, the door of Love’s bakery would chime, and in would walk her favorite customer. Love’s face would beam in excitement, a welcoming smile plastered across her face. You slid up to the counter and returned her smile. Before you could mutter a word, she was already making your coffee just the way you liked it.

"How are you, Love?" you inquired.

She stopped facing the coffee machine only for a second to look over her shoulder. Her eyes were longing to admire your face, but she swiftly looked away as you were already looking at her.

"I’m hanging in there. Henry is doing well, though. He’s with my mom since Joe’s at work," she explained.

She wanted you to know every little detail about her life. She figured if you knew everything, you were somehow indirectly part of her personal life itself. She handed you your coffee, and as you tried to hand her money, she shook her head and pushed it away.

"Come on. You have to let me pay at least once."

She shook her head stubbornly, but your hand was stubborn too, not refusing to move. Eventually, realizing she wasn’t going to take it, you shoved it in the tip jar and headed out the door.

"See you tomorrow!" She called out as the door closed.

Her heart was left beating irregularly. The rest of the day, there were mediocre customers, none of whom radiated like you. Whenever you weren’t around, she was desperate for you to be. As she arrived home, she was met with a familiar darkness and cold. A household where love used to be so vibrant and alive was now devoid of anything.

Joe was gone. Love knew he was out preying on some woman, as if he didn’t have a wife at home. When they first moved and Joe started obsessing over Natalie, it hurt, but now she didn’t feel anything towards him except resentment. She headed upstairs to Henry’s room and saw her mother putting him to sleep.

"Thank you. I really appreciate you being here," Love said.

Dottie placed a hand over her heart and said, "Of course, anything for my grandson."

Love was surprised she didn’t get a snarky remark as she walked Dottie out. She checked the time. It read 9:37, and Joe still wasn’t home. Love didn’t really care, but it felt like time went by so slowly when you weren’t near.

She sat on the couch with her head in her hands, thinking about all the things she wanted to do with you. She wants to hold your hands and kiss your sweet lips. She wants to buy a house and grow old with you. That’s when she decided tomorrow was going to be the day she did something about it.

The next day, Love was noticeably nervous while serving customers. Her hands were shaking so rapidly that she even dropped a cupcake. When she had no one to serve, she kept an attentive eye on the clock. It was four in the afternoon. Where were you? She began to feel anxious, like something bad had happened to you. Just as her nerves were beginning to boil over, you walked in.

"Y/N! You’re here!" She practically shouted, her hands slapping down onto the counter in excitement.

"Yeah. Here I am," you said in a questioning tone with an eyebrow raised. "What has you so excited?"

"Just my favorite customer," Love said, already about to go make your regular.

You gently grabbed her by the wrist to stop her. She felt her heartbeat begin to rise as a faint pink blush covered her pale cheeks. Your touch was so light yet had such an effect on her. At this very moment, Love was practically putty in your hands.

"I think it’s a tad bit late for coffee, and you’ve probably been working so hard all day. Why don’t we sit down?"

The light pink hue on her cheeks had grown into a blazing red. She felt as though she was going to pass out. That was until you let go of her wrist. Now that she’s felt your touch, she can’t go back to not having it. You pulled out a chair for her, and she quickly scurried over like a lost puppy.

"Thank you," she muttered.

What was happening? Love was usually so outgoing and boisterous. How had you made her so shy?

"Love, I’ve been thinking," you started, but took a deep breath to release your nerves. "You’re a beautiful, mature woman, and admittedly, I’ve developed some feelings for you."

At this very moment, Love felt her world light up. You were going to be the one she came home to, cuddled to sleep with, and folded laundry with. You were the one. She immediately reached over the table and grabbed your hand, just enjoying the warmth it expelled.

"And that’s why this is so hard,"

Both Love’s smile and mood dropped. She felt your hand loosen from her grasp, though Love didn’t let go.

"You’re 28 and I’m 19. This will never work. Besides, you’re a married woman with a child."

Y/N, we can make it work!" Love cried, practically begging for you to stay with her: "I don’t even love him!"

"I think that's a problem for you to figure out with him. I just wanted to stop by and tell you that this is the last time you'll see me. I want these feelings I have for you to go away, and that can't happen if I'm seeing you every day," you explained.

You tugged your hand out of her tight grip. Love knew she had to think fast. She couldn't let you go, not now and not ever.

"Wait Y/N. Let me at least give you a goodbye gift. How about a box of treats?" Love suggested, seeming much less sad than she did a few moments ago.

You figured that the idea of her giving you a parting gift made her happier and filled her with some sort of closure, so you obliged. As you nodded, she walked over behind the counter, her steps much more buoyant than before. In a large box, she placed a mélange of Danishes, cupcakes, tarts, and just about every other pastry available.

"What do I owe you?" you asked, taking your wallet out of your pocket.

"Nothing, silly. This is a gift." Love giggled childishly and handed you the heavy box of treats.

"Thank you, Love, You've always been so kind to me, and I'm sorry I ended our friendship." You apologized, a sad glint masking your eyes.

"I'm sorry, too,"

"For what?"

Just then, you noticed she only handed the unusually heavy box to you with one hand and had the other positioned behind her back. Before you could connect the dots and save yourself, she took a rolling pill out from behind herself and hit you over the head with it.

When you awoke several hours later, you were lying on a hard floor with a single, thin blanket underneath you. In confusion, you looked up and saw that you were trapped in a glass cage full of baking supplies. That's when everything came rushing back to you. You touched your head and winced as you pressed the gauze.

Although severely panicked, you tried to think rationally and push open the door. But, unfortunately, Love wasn't stupid, and she wouldn't make such a foolish mistake. Next, you tried to open the box that you can only assume Love would give you food and other small necessities through. This time it actually worked, but the opposite side wasn't openable. Lastly, you began to look through the nooks and crannies of the cage, hoping to find a key. Though when you found nothing, you knew it was helpless. You sat back down and pondered your options.

"Speak of the devil," you mumbled under your breath as you saw her peek out from behind a wall.

"Hi sweetheart!"

"Love, where the fuck am I?" you yelled, raising your voice at her for the first time ever.

All Love could do was smile and place her hand on the glass.

"Look, I know this isn't ideal for you, but it's either this or you leave me forever, and I couldn't deal with even the thought of that."

You didn't say anything and only looked at the floor.

"I promise, once I know you won't try to leave me, I'll let you out. Once that happens, we can raise Henry together." She swooned at the idea of becoming a family.

"What about Joe? How could you betray him like this?"

"Don't worry about Joe; he's taken care of, and I didn't betray him. I was once in love with him too, but once he saw the side of me that you're seeing, he didn't reciprocate my feelings anymore. He moved on and began preying on other women. I knew I couldn't win him back, but then you started coming to my bakery, and all the feelings I once felt for him, I began to feel for you," she explained.

"I don't blame him for wanting to leave once he saw this. I want to as well."

Love frowned. "I'll come back when you've adjusted better."

She began to grab her belongings.

"Wait, Love,"

She turned around, expecting an apology or a love proclamation, but that was wishful thinking.

"Do you have anything for me to eat?" You asked.

She scoffed in response and stomped away and up the stairs. You sighed and began to accept your fate.

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[voxmortuus]

Number 139. for Love Quinn xFem!reader please?

✧*̥˚ PAIRING: *̥˚✧ Love Quinn x F!Reader ✧*̥˚ UNIVERSE: *̥˚✧ You ✧*̥˚ WORD COUNT: *̥˚✧ 495 ✧*̥˚ PROMPT: *̥˚✧ From THIS prompt list: 139. “take off your underwear” - “but, there’s other people here” - “they won’t see you, there’s an entire table here” ✧*̥˚ TRIGGER WARNINGS: *̥˚✧ Public smut | Fingering in public | Reader hinting to public oral | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this… ✧*̥˚ NOTES: *̥˚✧ I will literally write for any character you send me prompts for; I love branching out! So, thank you for sending me Love Quinn! This was a nice break from ATJ and others. ✧*̥˚ DIVIDER CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @nyxvuxoa ✧*̥˚ IMAGE CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @tvandfilm ✧*̥˚ My Master Masterlist *̥˚✧

The restaurant was beautiful, but of course, it was, and with Love, you wouldn't expect anything less. This woman knew how to wow you, she knew what made you tick, she knew what got your gears going in a matter of words. She knew how to give you culture, she knew how to make you smile and laugh. She gave you butterflies and she very much knew she made you feel these things, but truthfully, you told her almost daily. Looking down at yourself you often wonder why she's with you, but she always reminds you that it's what's on the inside that matters more than anything. That is most important because you need to not think badly about yourself because she loves you for you, for all of you. For every curve bump and every imperfection, in her eyes, you are art.

Looking around you draw in a breath and bite on the bottom corner of your lip before you reach for your glass and take a small sip of your beverage you look over at her and smile. You admire her, the curve of her lips, the blue of her eyes, the soft feather-like strands of her hair. With a few blinks and a warm hand on your arm, you shake your head and smile.

"Shit, hi, yes, sorry… what?" you ask. "I was just admiring you. You're absolutely stunning tonight." you state softly.

"Oh please, you're the stunning one, but did you not hear what I said?" She asked.

You flush softly and shake your head. "No, sorry, I was too busy admiring you."

"I asked you to take off your underwear.” she smirks after stating so rather bluntly.

You bink a few times and look over her face and tilt your head, and you clear your throat and lean in… "Uhhhmmm… but, there’s other people here.” you give her a nervous chuckle.

Licking her lip she takes a sip from her glass and looks back at you. "They won’t see you, there’s an entire table here." she smirks.

You flush deeply and look around and you draw in a deep breath and look around again before you slip your dress up and you slip your panties off and put them in your purse. She watches you and smirks and she places her hand on your thigh and slides her hand up your thigh and smirks slipping her fingers between your legs to feel you.

You went to speak but she gave you a stern look and smirked as she started to play with your sensitive bud. You bite your lip and you let out a soft breath. To be honest, she wasn't going to care if the whole establishment heard you.

"After this, I'm getting under the table." You state boldly.

All she could do was chuckle and look over your face. "Good thing I never wear panties." She chuckled softly as she slipped her fingers into your warm dewy core.

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[bumblesimagines]

how do you like your eggs?

i'll make us breakfast.

Love Quinn

i'll make us breakfast.

how do you like your eggs?

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

There were always unspoken rules in the workplace that everyone tended to follow. Be kind to customers even if they walk in with only 2 minutes left to spare before closing time; Don't trust your coworkers wholeheartedly even if you speak to them on a near day-to-day basis; The customer is nearly never right but pretend they are unless you want to be written up; Don't fuck your boss even if she's got the prettiest hazel eyes ever seen on a woman and the charm of a Disney princess. 

The rules had been relatively easy to follow at Anavrin the first few weeks. Most of the bitchiest customers (Y/N) dealt with were easily managed by stroking their egos and making them feel completely in the right, even if they demanded to be given a milkshake without any actual milk despite milkshakes not being on the menu to begin with. Anavrin attracted the most annoying types of Los Angeles locals and worse tourists. But the paycheck and exchanging gossip in the break room with Calvin made things worthwhile. 

Until the Quinns returned from some time away with their family and he became a dot on Love Quinn's radar. And boy, was she hard to escape once her sights set on someone.

It started innocent enough. She joked and teased and bantered. She batted her eyelashes and gave that signature Love Quinn smile where she showed off all her pearly whites and her eyes crinkled with pure joy. Her fingers would brush against his, subtle enough to be seen as accidental until it happened far too often. She'd place her hand on his shoulder and press close against his arm to show him something, even going as far as to lean her head against him and gaze up at him through her lashes sometimes. And Christ, some divine being had certainly blessed her with the best of luck because she seemingly appeared out of thin air wherever he went. Or maybe he was just predictable, he wasn't fully sure.

Then came the time when Love wanted to figure out his 'perfect bite.' The perfect meal that would consistently taste heavenly no matter how many times one ate it. (Y/N) had begrudgingly gone along after some begging and heartstring-tugging puppy eyes but he would've been lying if part of him hadn't been curious about Love and how far she'd go with her not-so-subtle flirting. As he ended up learning, his curiosity and her flirting would lead them back to her place where they'd share a glass of wine and spend a long night in her bed.

He stared up at the tall ceiling and felt the sunshine pouring in from the equally tall windows. Everything about Love's home felt big and fancy. From her king-sized bed to the fact she had a walk-in closet and a bathroom the size of a bedroom. With her down-to-earth sweet personality, it was easy to forget her parents were wealthy business owners. He couldn't help but wonder how things would be at the store with the strictly platonic boss-employee relationship shattered into pieces. (Y/N) doubted she'd fire him or make his life worse now that she got what she wanted. Maybe she'd move on to someone else and things would settle back to normalcy.

"Morning, sunshine." She called out from the bathroom doorway and he craned his neck to look at her properly. His eyes immediately fell on the familiar shirt she wore, the only thing she wore, and he raised a brow. Her smile turned cheeky and she pushed herself away from the door, closing the distance and climbing into bed as he sat up against the headboard. Love settled down nicely on his lap and placed her hands on his cheeks before closing that distance as well and kissing him. She tasted of mint and mouthwash. 

"Didn't mean to sleep in." He spoke against her lips, feeling and hearing her chuckle. 

"It's okay, (Y/N). I would've let you sleep in until four if you wanted to." Love cooed warmly and pecked the tip of his nose. Everything felt rather... domestic for a simple one-night stand. "Now that you're up, I'll make us breakfast. How do you like your eggs? Boiled? Fried? Omelet? Scrambled? Or do you want, like, pancakes?" 

"How about... I use the bathroom and we figure that out in the kitchen?" He offered and she smiled again, nodding so eagerly her bun nearly came loose. 

"And then.... maybe we could talk about us?" She asked softly and tilted her head, her sweet hazel eyes making it hard to say anything but yes.

"Definitely."

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[masturbucky]

Being shared between Joe and Love would include...

[!!!]it's mostly a dark and smutty profile, keep that in mind

Joe. HATES. it.

He hates how Love looks at you- He knows what a MONSTER his wife is, he CAN'T let her get to you, he can't let her know that he wants you even if she does too-

Wait. She... What?

When he picks up on the way Love looks at you — when he sees her stalking you, too, because he does the same-

They both shocked when they see each other's cars near your house.

Love tried to hide you from him, afraid that he would be mad, and he did the same because he was afraid that she will kill you-

But after a small family talk they came to an agreement.

Sharing is caring.

So when they finally have you — not without your and their fight with each other of course, not without some blood here and there, screams, kidnapping, you know, tipical Goldberg-Quinn family stuff-

When they have you the way they want you, without any fight to their love, there's finally appears the question.

How should we have sex?

Joe and Love of course didn't thought about that before, when they, you know, were busy keeping you in their cage and getting you to the point of Stockholm Syndrome-

But it does matter now, when you love them both and want them both.

So they have one more family talk, you're not included yet — they don't want to embarrass you in any way, you have such a good progress accepting them(Love says), they just need to figure it out before acting up

So they talk. Like, seriously talk about how they want you and what would be included, and how. I mean, everything should be consensual, they will take care of it.

Joe was reluctant at first when Love offered to try threesome instead of making a fucking schedule for who can take you and when, but... It's not really that bad, he can imagine that. He can feel himself getting harder on the thought of you being all sweet and messy between him and Love.

So when the time goes to action, they start it slowly. Baby steps, yeah? Love cooks a dinner with you while Joe makes sure that Henry's asleep. A simple, sweet evening of their unusual family, as it should be, as they love it to be and hope that you love it now, too.

You already expected something to happen when Love was practically buzzing with excitement, constantly hugging you and kissing your cheeks while you help her on the kitchen.

So when after dinner Joe and Love somehow lead you to their bedroom instead of yours — well, yes, both of them stayed in your room more often than in their, but still — you just know what's happening.

"Sweetheart, we..." Love starts, sitting on the bed with you, stroking your thigh with her hand softly. She's nervous, you can tell, Joe is nervously stands near the bed too.

"We want to try something new. Y/N, would you let us...?" Joe continues instead of his wife, as he kneels down in front of you, placing a small kiss on your knee while looking up at you.

You cant really say no to them. I mean, of course you can say that you're not ready, they will understand, they want you to want them and they wont force you in their bed, of course- They can always wait for you.

But you don't. You let them take your clothes off slowly, with multiple kisses and praises, with all their attention on you — mostly Love talks, Joe does — a perfect team work

And now, you're completely naked for them. They, meanwhile, stayed clothed, but oh god — you dont really care, as long as Love kisses you the way she does, and Joe eats you out like he haven't eaten in years-

You notice that you're so close to cumming only when Joe puts a thrid finger in you, and Love takes her clothes off too, so you can touch her as much as she touches you.

And yes, that's it. You're cumming on Joe's fingers and tongue, you even feel him moan, maybe he even strokes his cock on that image of you all overwhelmed by him and Love. Love, meanwhile, oh Love, she holds you close, grabbing wherever she can grab on you, and holding your hands on her chest.

It's going to be a long, great night. They waited for too long to stop so early. And from now on, you sleep only in their bed.

You don't really mind, do you, sweetheart?

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[xofay]

𝙍𝙀𝘿 | 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙣 | 𝘍𝘌𝘔 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙

✧ warnings: mentions of gore/violence, cheating, she's batshit crazy, mostly comfort, mentions of sexual situations. This is my first writing since like... 7th grade, be patient w me loves </33

✧ summary: Love Quinn notices a particular pretty lady coming to her café every other day, always getting the same thing, and she finds herself getting attached, and before she knows it, your girlfriends blood is on her hands. (this is part 1 of my "Colors" collection. None of them are necessarily connected, but if you want to read in order, this would be the first!)

The Fresh Tart café had been doing exceptionally well recently, and the owner would like to say that its success was all thanks to a certain customer, you...

Love found herself staring into her glass containers, which held her freshly baked pastries, and she didn't know how long she was standing there, staring, thinking. Thinking of her favorite customer, who she recently learned only lived across the street and a few houses down from her. She memorized the girls house number. Not on purpose, of course.

Every night, Love would fall asleep, her mind racing with images of you. Your beautiful, soft hair. Your warm, welcoming eyes, how soft your skin was when she handed you a croissant, your cute, dainty dresses you wore everyday, and that red, carnelian necklace you wore every single day.

The only thing that brought the baker out of her daydream was the sound of the bells above the door ringing. A woman that Love didn't recognize had entered. The woman was dressed nicely, and looked to be respectful. Love offered her a warm, welcoming smile as she walked towards the counter.

"Hello! Thank you for coming today. What would you like?" Love would ask as she leaned over the countertop ever so slightly, trying to get a better image of this woman. It wasn't long before she noticed her bracelet. It was gold, with a matching carnelian stone on it. Probably a coincidence, right? I mean, lots of people were into crystals recently.

"Hey. You're the famous Love that my girlfriend is always talking about, huh? Just get me her usual, she's home sick today." She woman would say with a little bit of a smile, yet her voice seemed... mocking, threatening. It took Love a moment or two before she put together the sentence. You had a girlfriend. And you didn't tell her? Why would you keep that from her? You told her everything. Love would eventually clear her throat, and plaster a fake smile onto her face as she realized her expression had dropped into what was possibly a menacing glare.

"I suppose I am." Love would say with a small, obviously fake chuckle. She would lean down, picking up a paper bag, her movements had become stiff, her expression flat. She would open up the glass containers, and would pick up a chocolate croissant, along with your favorite muffin, and a fruit cup. You usually ordered one or two of those options, so Love made sure to include all of them. She would lick her lips as she sealed the treats into the bag, before she sharply inhaled as an image ran into her mind. Your girlfriend, coming home to you on the couch, probably all cuddled up in your blankets. She would hug you as she handed you the pastries... Love didn't like that image. She wanted to be the one giving you treats. She wanted to be the one to hug you, she wanted to be the one that came home to you.

"Everything alright? You've been staring at those... lemon cupcakes for a little bit now..." Your girlfriend would snicker. The baker would purse her lips as she would snap herself out of her thoughts, as she walked towards your snarky girlfriend, and would hold her hand out with the bag.

You came into the café the next morning, looking like an absolute wreck. Your hair was messy, your makeup was messily applied, not that you needed it anyways, and you were wearing a large sweater and jean shorts instead of your usual flowing sundresses. Love knew why this was.

"My girlfriend didn't come home last night, and she hasn't been answering her phone.. I'm really worried.." You would say. You were sat at one of the café tables, sipping at perfectly made coffee, looking down at your half-eaten croissant.

"Hey, maybe she's planning something. Your birthday is soon, right? Maybe she was out late organizing things to surprise you." Love would say as she would place some freshly baked cupcakes on her tabletop, before leaning down and picking up her frosting piping bags.

"I never told you my birthday." You would say, pausing briefly before looking at Love, whose back was facing you currently. She seemed to have almost frozen mid-icing a cupcake.

"I've always been good at guessing these things, you know." Love would nervously chuckle, looking back at you with a reassuring smile, before cursing herself under her breath. Maybe the social media stalking was a step too far. An awkward moment of silence had passed, before sounds of sniffling would fill the small café. The baker would instantly turn to face you, seeing your face buried in your sleeved hands, your back shaking. You were crying.

Love would instantly put down her bag, and would practically dash over to you. She would place a hand on your back, before crouching down next to you. Your perfume seeped into her senses, you still smelled amazing, even if you quite frankly looked like a mess. Love didn't mind though.

"Im sorry-" You would choke out between sobs. "She's.. she's just never done this before." You would sniffle, lifting your head up. "And we've been having some issues recently. Maybe.... maybe she just, left?" You would weakly say, before looking over at Love, your teary, glossy eyes making contact with her sympathetic, inviting ones.

"She would be an idiot to leave a girl like you, y/n. Anyone would be beyond lucky to have you." Love would say in her low, comforting voice, that she had previously only reserved for Forty. She would reluctantly reach up to your face, and her thumb would gently kiss the tears on your soft cheeks. You leaned into her touch, a small blush obviously creeping onto your cheeks.

Love would wrap both arms around you, embracing you warmly as she'd breath softly onto your shoulder, a small smile creeping onto her face as you leaned against her chest.

Red was the color of the silky underwear you had worn that night. The underwear that was torn off of you the second you were thrown onto Love's bed.

Red was the color of her lipstick, the lipstick that had stained every inch of your neck, your neck that was covered in love bites and bruises.

Red was the color of your thighs when Love was done with you. Your soft skin, marked with her handprints everywhere.

Red was the color of your carnelian necklace. The necklace that was the only thing you wore that night. It shone in the dim candlelight of Love's room, it brought out your eyes.

Red was the color of your girlfriends blood, as it was splattered all across the café. The blood that colored Love's blade. It took awhile to clean.

Red was the color of your engagement ring. the ring that bonded you and Love together for your lives. The ring that promised you two would be together forever. Love had won.

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[sweaterweather-247]

Choose

Yandere Joe Goldberg x reader x yandere Love Quinn

Summary: Joe and Love have been battling for your attention and love, you need to choose. Right now they hate each other and sharing isn’t an option. Little do you know of their real intentions if you choose one of them. NSFW mention.

Reader is female or gender neutral you decide like which serial killer you’re spending the rest of your life with.

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You’re sitting in Anarvin and Joe and Love are sitting across from you, they’ve come to realize they both love you and you like them back but they’re not willing to share you. They ask you to choose, whoever you choose will be happy and the other will have to let go of you. But they will never let you go.

Joe Goldberg

If you choose Joe, he will be so happy. He’s killed for you. All of his hard work paid off and he’s over the moon.

He killed the people that made your life hell and he’s finally being rewarded for it.

You go over to him and kiss him and hug him.

Love is heart broken, she did so much for you and you choose Joe? Over her?

Why him? He doesn’t know you like she does, she’ll do anything for you.

You wanted Love as well but Joe had something that made you so happy.

You hugged Love and apologized to her.

Love gave you a kiss on the cheek and said she’s glad you’re happy.

Later that night you and Joe fucked like there was no tomorrow.

He’s so glad he didn’t have to lock you in a cage or worse, kill you.

Love wasn’t as accepting as she looked. She needed to kill Joe.

A couple of weeks later Joe was poisoned and killed and you were shocked and cried for hours.

The last thing you remember is Love coming to comfort you and you falling asleep on her lap.

You wake up in some room with no windows just a large door with locks on it.

“Hello (Y/n) don’t worry you’re safe with me.” Love says as she tightens the chains around your legs.

Love Quinn

If you choose Love she will be over the moon as well. She has done so much for you and she’s finally being rewarded.

You’ve only known her for a few months but it feels like forever.

You go up to her and kiss her and hug her and she hugs you back so tightly.

Joe is heartbroken, he killed for you and this is how you repay him? No this isn’t you, Love got in your head and made you hate him.

You loved Joe but there was something off about him and you couldn’t figure out what.

You apologized to Joe and you hugged him goodbye.

But Joe would never let you go that easily.

That night you and Love fucked like there’s no tomorrow and you fell asleep with her laying on your chest.

She’s so glad she didn’t have to kill Joe or paralyze you like she did with James because that ended badly

But you’re here and she won’t let you get away.

Joe is a planner and smart, combine that with his kill streak and that fact you chose Love over him. You have one hell of a murder plan.

Joe stages Loves death like a robbery at Anarvin and no one suspects Joe.

Joe helps you recover and manage your grief and you slowly start to fall for him.

Until you find Joes memento box.

He knows you found it and it’s too late now.

You wake up in the glass cage and he’s sitting outside with a stupid smile on his face.

“(Y/n) what I did, I did it for you.” He says as he gets up and puts food in the door.

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[helloemmaz3]

I love this woman. I'm in love with this woman. Joe didn't know how good he had it.

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[bi-disaster-yn]

See You in Westview

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Summary: AU where Wanda takes over Westview to be with Y/N, which just so happens to be the town that Joe Goldberg and Love Quinn have decided to settle down in.

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Reader; Love Quinn x Reader

18+, Minors DNI! Contains: oral sex (R giving), hair pulling, semi-public sex.

A/N: I am very sorry this took so long! But hoping it’s worth it :))))

“What are you looking at?” Wanda asked, pulling your stare away from Love to face her. She’d wrapped a silky red robe around her small frame and was looking at you with her arms folded.

It made you feel extremely vulnerable as you were still naked.

You moved back from the window and awkwardly pulled your arms over your body as you scrambled for something to cover yourself with.

“You knew she was looking!” You shouted at her as your hands landed on a t-shirt and you pulled it on. Your chest was heaving and your head was swimming. The aftermath of the sex was still surging through your body but it clashed with your anger at Wanda for letting Love see you like that.

“Knew who was looking?” Her voice was sweet but her facial expression was unforgiving. Wanda knew exactly what she was doing.

“Love! You knew she could see us!” You were frantic, throwing your arms up dramatically.

“Why does it matter if she’s seen us?” Wanda was getting increasingly enraged but managed to maintain her poise as she stared you down.

It made you pause and scramble to come up with an answer. Your mouth opened to respond but your brain didn’t cooperate. At this point it was pretty clear that you weren’t going to come out of this without looking guilty.

You tried to speak again but stuttered, feeling hot and suffocated under Wanda’s strong gaze.

“Are you fucking her?” Wanda accused, cocking her head to the side which had notoriously shown enemies much tougher than you that she was a force to be reckoned with.

“What? No!” Your heart and your mind were racing at the same time. Although you were telling the truth, you knew that Wanda could read minds. She’d be able to see the filthy daydreams you’d had of Love. How would Wanda know if they were simply daydreams or memories? Could she tell the difference of you betraying her physically and mentally?

“Don’t lie to me!” Wanda’s Sokovian accent now slipped through as she got increasingly frustrated with you.

It was the first time you’d noticed that the full time you’d lived in Westview, Wanda had spoken with an American accent. It made you stop in your tracks and stare at her with eyebrow raised confusion. You knew Wanda was powerful but the events of the past few weeks in this dreary town were now making you question just how powerful she was.

Perhaps you weren’t going crazy or becoming seriously ill. Maybe there was an explanation for the gaps in your memory or your sudden changes in career and that red mist you’d become far too accustomed to.

“Wanda.” You gulped. “What’s going on?”

“What’s going on, honey,” her sweet American accent returned, “is that my wife is lying to me.”

“Yeah?” You challenged, feeling a bit more comfortable as you pulled on some sweatpants. “Well so is mine!”

Once again you felt the tense atmosphere settle between you and Wanda as you stared each other down. You caught a glimpse of flashing red in her eyes but it flickered. Wanda knew you were on to her and had to pick her next move wisely so as not freak you out. She had to do this next part without her magic.

“I think I need some space.” She decided calmly. “I’ll go stay with Agnes.”

This proposition didn’t seem acceptable to you. In the first instance, although you had been disloyal with your thoughts, you still couldn’t stomach the idea of Agnes being Wanda’s shoulder to cry on. It made your stomach churn: the idea of Agnes comforting Wanda and then using it as a way to take advantage and have her way with her. Wanda was still your wife afterall, you weren’t going to let Agnes in between you just so easily.

Likewise, you still weren’t quite sure what Wanda was doing with her powers to manipulate everything around you. If she left, it would give her a chance to keep you locked in the house and you didn’t quite fancy playing prisoner to her.

“No, I’ll go. I need some space to think.” You said and pulled some shoes on.

Wanda scoffed. “And where are you gonna go?”

“Anywhere but here.”

*

It felt like you had been walking for hours. Each step you drove your feet even further into the ground. You were panting and sweating, trying to find a way out of this godforsaken town.

Every time you thought you’d be close to the edge of town, more blocks of houses appeared to barricade you into this place. Westview was an endless maze of dead-ends with no escape. It was hopeless.

At home or out in the streets, Wanda wasn’t going to let you get away so easily.

You were so deep in your own thoughts that you didn’t even notice the car pull up next to you.

“Hey.” You heard a familiar voice say. “Get in.”

You turned your head to see Love’s friendly face. It made you pause for a second. There were tears running down your face and your cheeks were puffy. The embarrassment of her having seen you being claimed earlier and now catching you crying in the streets brought out a scarlet shade on your cheeks.

“Come on,” she pleaded. “We’ll go to the bakery. We can talk?”

The promise of the bakery: your personal safe haven in this town was magnetising. Before you could register what you were doing, you were getting into Love’s car with her.

“Sorry.” You mumbled as you pulled your seatbelt on. “I didn’t mean for you to see that earlier.”

“Why are you sorry I saw you with your wife?” Love swallowed thickly and gave you an unconvincing chuckle. She was no longer looking at you, instead focusing on the road ahead.

“You know why.” You said definitively, also fixating on the road. You awkwardly folded your arms and suffered the rest of the trip in silence.

At the bakery, Love busied herself with turning the lights on and starting up the coffee machine. You awkwardly followed her in, taking your usual seat and watching her get to work. She was getting clumsy, her hands shaking as she took coffee cups. Her actions were frantic and thoughtless as she tried her best to maintain a sense of normality.

“Love.” You said, pulling her out of her distracted daze. She turned round to you with her eyes widened.

“I don’t know what the fuck I’m even doing!” Love confessed, throwing her hands up in the air. It took you aback and you settled further back into your chair with your eyebrow raised, waiting for an explanation.

“I have a husband, a baby, my own business. Perfect little white picket fence life. This is what I always wanted!” She continued, as if trying to convince herself rather than you.

You sat rooted in your chair still staring at her in bewilderment. She looked back at you desperately, her chest heaving as she took you in. Disheveled, you sat there in the t-shirt and sweatpants that you’d scrambled to cover yourself with earlier. It made you feel like a mess but Love was captivated by you. It was a glimpse of your domestic self. This was the part of you only Wanda had been given the privilege of seeing up until now. Love was jealous, wanting to keep you like this all to herself.

There was a tightening in your chest as you felt like Love’s intense stare had penetrated your skin and she could see right through you.

“So why the fuck can I not stop thinking about you?!”

The shouting startled you. At the same time, it invigorated you. It confirmed all your wildest fantasies about her were now a possibility. The almost kiss from the week before was deliberate. She brought you cupcakes because she missed you and wanted you. The feelings you had for her were mutual.

Cautiously, you stood up from your chair and moved towards her. Love felt vulnerable and started to draw inwards to herself.

When you reached her, you pulled her in by her waist and pressed your lips against hers and accomplished what you had failed to do the week before.

Love was reluctant at first but slowly started to relax into the kiss. She wrapped her arms around your neck, desperately pulling you as close to her as physically possible. She moaned into the kiss as you moved your hands down to grope her ass.

You kissed her with a fierceness unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. Both of you moved your heads in perfect synchronisation as the kiss deepened. It was like you were born to do this.

Drawing back from the kiss your lips latched on to her neck, desperate to feel more of her. She let out some needy gasps, raking her hands through your hair.

You moved your hands to the back of her knees and picked her up so her legs were wrapped round your waist. She let out a giggle, having been oblivious to your super strength before. She was as light as a feather to you.

You placed her down on one of the tables, kicking the chair out of the way. She looked up at you with innocent eyes, begging you to lead the way. You were only too happy to oblige.

Smirking, you unbuttoned her blouse to reveal a lilac lace bra. It matched her amethyst pendant which sat perfectly on her chest. You leaned down and started to kiss and nibble at her collarbone and chest, bringing out little satisfied mewls from Love.

“You’re beautiful.” You muttered against her skin. She was truly beautiful, the way her body responded to all of your little touches. She arched her back into you, almost as though she was trying to merge you both into the one person.

“You make me feel so much better than he does.” She rasped back, her voice raising in pitch as you bit and sucked at a sensitive spot on her chest. It made you feel euphoric: having won this invisible battle between yourself and Joe.

You responded with unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them down along with her underwear. Eye contact was maintained as you got on your knees on the floor in front of her and hooked your arms around her bare legs. She looked at you expectantly, her mouth agape and she shuddered in anticipation.

You didn’t keep her waiting long as you dragged your tongue along her glistening sex. It drew out a loud groan from her and she threw her head back. You got to work with your tongue, settling into a nice pace and moving in a circular motion.

“Oh, GOD.” She moaned, taking a fistful of your hair. From your spot on the floor, you continued to look up at her as though you were staring at an angel. The way her face contorted with pleasure at how you were making her feel sent shivers down your spine.

It made you feel lucky to be able to provide her with this elated joy. Between your legs you felt your own flutter of excitement. Giving Love this pleasure with all the lights on in the bakery and no shutters; this time you didn’t care who saw you.

Love was very vocal, letting out exasperated and guttural moans, her grip tightening on your hair which incurred a nice burn on your scalp. You kept her legs firmly in place as you continued to flick your tongue against her clit.

“Just like that, right there.” She panted, feeling the build up of her orgasm. You obeyed and ghosted your fingertips over her thighs to increase the sensitivity.

She let out little excited moans and gasps then proceeded to chant your name out like a prayer as she was pushed over the edge. You lapped up her juices and continued to work your tongue to drag her orgasm out for as long as possible. She let out a final scream and rested on her elbows, staring down at you on your knees in front of her.

You rested back on your heels to get in a more comfortable position. Gazing up at Love with adoration, your heart skipped a beat as you saw her expression change.

She sniffled and a tear rolled down her cheek. You frowned and moved to comfort her, presuming that she was upset at the infidelity that had just been committed. She stopped you with the shaking of her head.

“I’m sorry.” She mouthed at you.

There was no time to question what she meant as a blunt force knocked you unconscious and everything turned to black.

*

The sharp pain in your head was magnified by the bright lights beating down on you. You blinked a few times to try and take in your surroundings.

You were trapped in a glass box situated in the middle of a dark room. The absence of windows suggested that this was a basement. You deduced that you were still in the bakery based on the heavenly smell of cakes that are fresh out of the oven.

Although, this only caused further confusion. Love had always been a sweet and inviting character up until now. Surely, she couldn’t be capable of manipulating a crime like this.

Suddenly, you realised you didn’t actually know that much about her. You’d built up an idea of her in your head and only paid attention to the positive things about her. The gorgeous woman and loving mother whose husband didn’t appreciate her. Perhaps Love was a criminal mastermind and you were just none the wiser.

Manoeuvring yourself on to your side and resting on your elbow, you prayed that this was just a dream. A very very bad dream.

“Well well well, look who’s awake.” The voice sent a sharp jolt of dread through your body. Your eyes widened as you looked up at to come face to face with the woman holding you captive.

Agnes.

Except, she wasn’t in her usual attire. Her hair was static and crazy, she wore a long purple gown that looked like a Halloween costume. She looked neurotic and gleeful, seeing you trapped in your box.

Next to her stood Love, who was shaking uncontrollably. She gave you an apologetic expression, the tears still cascading down her face.

“Agnes?” You choked out, your voice weak and hoarse.

“Oh dear, let me introduce myself properly.” She smiled back at you menacingly. “The name is Agatha Harkness.”

Agatha paced outside your cage twirling her fingers which let out little purple sparks. As she did so, the amethyst pendant that adorned Love’s neck twinkled and her eyes shone a deep purple.

The necklace wasn’t a present from Joe or her friends or even a treat to herself. It was a tool that Agatha used to keep her little servant in line.

It became very clear that Love might have been the braun of this operation, but Agatha was the brain.

“You see I’ve been wanting to get to your wife for a little while, Y/N. To get her power, learn all her little secrets. She can’t use that power like I can.” She stopped, turning to face you and held your gaze.

“With the hand of my little helper here and her husband’s odd little glass box contraption,” she put her hand on Love’s shoulder who then tried to wriggle out of Agatha’s grasp. “I now have the perfect thing to lure her in! Her wife, who she loves so much that she took over an entire town to be with.”

“Her wife, who has just betrayed her. Hopefully, the pain of that will make her weak enough for me to strike.”

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[thegirlwithkaleidoscopeeyess]

Somebody does need to die for this to end for good.

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[happy74827]

Shadow Knight

[Joe Goldberg x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: One thing to know about Joe, is that he’d do anything to protect you. Regardless if you want him to or not.

WC: 2776

Category: Hurt/Comfort [TW — Joe]

Finally wrote a Joe Goldberg fic. My friend begged me to write him so I did (you’re welcome @summerrivera777777). I really don’t know what else to say… so enjoy!

『••✎••』

You were his. That’s all Joe cared about in his head. He thought of you and only you.

He remembered that night after your first kiss. You had told him that you loved him. It was a warm summer night. It had been dark, but the stars were shining so brightly that the moonlight shone through the window. You had made him feel things.

It was such a new feeling.

It was scary but exhilarating. This wasn’t like Beck or Love. It was different. It was amazing.

He wanted you, and he was willing to do anything to keep you.

When he found out about your annoying pest of a neighbor, he had been a bit put off at first. How dare he come in and try to woo you from under his nose? He couldn't help but laugh at the thought of the short, small, wiry guy being able to compete with his stature. Joe clearly outranked him, and he wanted to make it known.

It started off as a little harmless fun, a way for him to see what this guy was capable of. A way for him to test your limits and then go even further.

Joe knew how to push the right buttons. And it wasn't long before he had him right where he wanted him.

Now, he would be able to protect you. You didn't have to worry about that scrawny little bastard hurting you anymore. Joe would take care of you. He was so good to you and would continue to be so. He was yours.

He would keep you safe from all the dangers that lurked in the world. He had found himself wanting to help you in that way, protect you, provide for you. He could feel it. He wanted you to depend on him, and he was eager for that moment to come.

For now, all he wanted to do was watch. He wanted to watch this short little guy attempt to steal his girl from under his nose. He wanted to watch the pathetic creature get on his knees and beg. He wanted to see you tell him to fuck off and then run back into his arms. He wanted to watch you beg him to take care of you.

“Oh, Joe,” you had whimpered against his lips. He held you closer, keeping you safe and close. Your arms snaked around his neck, holding him tight to you. Your legs wrapped around his hips, allowing him to hold you up.

He felt so big and strong against you. He always felt so strong and reliable. He always made you feel so safe and wanted. He always made you feel so loved. He always made you feel like you were the only woman on earth, and you always wanted to feel this way forever.

His mouth left yours and moved to your neck, kissing and sucking there. His hands groped your body, slipping under the thin material of your t-shirt. He continued to kiss and bite down your neck, feeling your pulse against his lips.

He was in heaven. He was living a dream. This beautiful, smart, funny woman was all his, and he could feel himself becoming overwhelmed with emotions.

He pulled back to look at your face. You had a serene expression, one that Joe often saw when he made you come undone. You were perfect. You were everything to him.

His hands cupped your cheeks, and he kissed you softly. You kissed him back, opening your mouth for him to taste you.

Joe loved this. He loved every minute of it. It wasn't just about sex for him anymore. It was about sharing his love with you. He had given you the most sacred part of himself, and you had given it right back.

He was so happy he thought he could burst.

Your front door suddenly flew open, and Joe dropped you on your couch as quickly as possible, making sure to fix his shirt in the process. He moved in front of you protectively and glared at the small figure standing in the doorway.

He glared down at the man. His lips were pressed in a tight line, and his jaw was clenched. He was so pissed, but he wasn't going to allow that bastard to see it.

“Jared? You do realize I didn’t give you those keys just to open my door whenever you want, right?” Your voice was stern and angry, causing Joe to smirk. He was so proud of you, of your ability to stand up for yourself. You tell him off.

Joe watched as Jared ran his fingers through his messy hair, looking nervous and flustered. He looked at you and then at Joe before glancing back at you. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth, but he closed it quickly.

He tried again but only ended up stuttering and not saying a word. His eyes were darting back and forth between Joe and you as if he were looking for a way to escape.

Joe watched as he looked like a fish out of water. He had never seen this guy speechless before, so he was enjoying every minute of this.

You seemed to have finally had enough, as well. You threw your hands up and sighed loudly, rolling your eyes at Jared's awkwardness.

"Is there something you need, Jared? I’m really busy at the moment." Your words were sharp and short. Again, Joe smiled at how badass you were. It was hard to believe that a month ago, you were this nervous little thing. You couldn’t even say the word 'no,' and now, here you were, telling off this guy twice your size. You were just a ball of fire.

“I, uhm... I just... I wanted to see if you were okay after what happened earlier today. I was worried, I guess." Jared said. His voice was quiet and sounded so small. He sounded nervous and fidgety. Joe almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

He might’ve even felt sorry if he didn’t catch what he had said.

What happened… earlier?

Joe gave you a look, hoping you'd fill him in. You were his girlfriend, the person he cared about more than anything in this world, but you were keeping secrets? What was happening here?

You seemed to understand what he wanted and looked over at Jared before glancing back at him. Joe tilted his head slightly, silently asking you to tell him what was happening. You took a deep breath and looked at him with your big brown eyes before turning to look at Jared.

"I'm okay, Jared, thank you. But I am really busy, and I have a lot on my plate at the moment, so I can't really talk. Maybe later?" You smiled sweetly at him. "I'll give you a call?"

He seemed to relax a little at your words, smiling at you. He took a deep breath and nodded his head. He turned to face Joe for a moment, just staring at him for a beat before turning back to you.

He sighed and seemed to deflate like a balloon losing air. "Okay, yeah. Just let me know if you need anything. I'll call you later, then. Have a good night." Jared gave you a quick wave before walking out the door and closing it behind him.

As soon as he was gone, Joe turned to look at you, waiting for an explanation.

"What happened today?" He couldn’t help but think of the worst, worrying that maybe you had met someone else. That Jared had hurt you or something.

Your eyes went wide, and you shook your head vigorously as if reading his mind. "Oh, no. Nothing like that. It was... uhm..." You took a deep breath, seeming to collect your thoughts. "It was just me."

You let out a nervous laugh, but Joe was still staring at you intently. "Okay, well, it was this thing." You hesitated for a moment, staring at him, and he nodded his head, encouraging you to continue. You took a deep breath and started explaining.

You went on to tell him about the charity event that you had attended. You told him how there was a guy that had been hitting on you. He sounded like a total creep to Joe, and he couldn't understand how you would let some rando put his hands on you. You had a boyfriend, for Christ's sake! How dare he?! Joe didn't know how he would've survived if he had seen you with another man. He would've beaten the shit out of that guy, but he would've also beat himself up for not being able to protect you from that.

He was your boyfriend. He was supposed to keep you safe and protected. It was his duty. He was going to protect you. He wanted to protect you.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Joe asked, keeping his voice low and even. He was trying to be calm about this, but he was quite the opposite. He wanted to go and hunt this guy down and find out exactly what happened, where he touched you, what he said. He needed to know where this guy was, and he needed to make sure he wouldn’t be a problem for you. He would handle it. No one would touch his girl. He would keep you safe. He would kill for you if that's what it took. He would do anything for you.

You sighed and dropped your gaze from his, staring at your feet. You had the nerve to be embarrassed about it. That made him even angrier.

"I don't want to make a big deal out of it. It was just a dumb charity thing; I'm sure it's happened to lots of people." You didn't even sound convincing to yourself, and the sight of your hunched-over figure was enough for Joe to lose it.

He took a deep breath and sighed loudly, feeling his anger building in the pit of his stomach. He was on the verge of exploding, but you were clueless about what he was feeling. You were trying to pretend like it was no big deal, and you didn't even realize what you had just done.

You were his. His to protect. He wasn't going to allow this guy to take that from him. He wasn't going to allow this guy to touch what's his.

Joe stood up from the couch and started pacing around the living room. You watched him curiously for a moment before following his movement. You stood up from the couch, ready to stop him from walking around, but he turned around suddenly, looking at you. He glared down at you for a moment, and you stopped in your tracks.

“Did you get his name?” His voice was dark and dangerous, like a predator that was ready to kill.

You hesitated for a moment as if you were debating with yourself. He watched your face as you thought, waiting for your answer. Your brows furrowed as you thought, and your bottom lip was between your teeth. You were worried about something. He wasn't sure what it was, but he knew that he wasn't going to like it.

You sighed and glanced up at him with those big doe eyes before glancing back down to your feet. You seemed to be looking at his shoes, counting the laces as if they were the most interesting thing in the world.

"I did." You murmured.

"What is it?" His voice was a low growl.

"Joe, this doesn't-"

"What is his name?" Joe snapped, glaring down at you. He didn't mean to yell, but it was taking all his energy to hold back. You flinched at his tone, and he wanted to punch himself.

"I don't want you to get involved in this. I'm okay. I promise." You said. "I just want to forget it ever happened. Please, just let me take care of it." You sounded so defeated, and Joe wanted to reach out and hold you, but he knew he needed to hold himself back. He needed to keep himself from you for a moment. He wanted to get out of his own head before he did anything stupid.

"How?" His voice was cold, colder than he meant to let on.

"What?" You looked up at him, and he felt like he was looking into your soul. It was so beautiful and pure. You were so innocent and good, so sweet and soft. He never wanted to do anything to hurt you. He would protect you and keep you safe from all the bad things in the world. This guy included.

“How can you forget it happened?" He said, glaring at you. "What did he do? What did he say to you?" His voice was getting louder by the second, and you took a step back, flinching again. His stomach twisted as he saw your reaction, and he tried to calm himself. He took a deep breath and tried to speak calmly. "Did he touch you?"

You looked away from his face and sighed. Your gaze landed on your feet, and you seemed to be counting the laces in his shoes again.

"It doesn't matter what happened," you said.

"What did happen?" Joe asked again.

"Joe," you said, looking up at him with those pretty brown eyes, "It really doesn't matter, okay? I don't want to talk about it."

"I need to know."

You rolled your eyes at that and threw your hands up. "Why? So you can go after him and make it worse?"

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He knew he had to tell you. " You’re scared. I don’t want you to be scared anymore. I want to help you."

He wanted to take away that fear. He wanted to take care of you. He wanted to be the only person you needed to protect yourself. He didn't want you to be afraid. He wanted you to be able to feel safe and loved.

"You can't protect me all the time. Sometimes I have to be able to stand up for myself and do this stuff, Joe." You sounded defeated, but Joe shook his head.

"You shouldn't have to."

"It was just one guy." You shrugged your shoulders. "I can handle it."

"You shouldn't have to! Just… Please, just let me help you." His voice was pleading. He knew he sounded desperate and pathetic, but he needed to be the one to protect you.

You didn't say anything to that and looked back down to the floor. Joe's eyes followed you, staring at you for a moment. He noticed that you weren't moving anymore.

“Jim,” You murmured quietly, your head still bowed. It was so quiet that Joe wasn't sure he heard you right.

"What?"

"His name is Jim," you said, looking up at him with your big brown eyes. "Jim Haynes. I saw him in the building this morning when I was walking to my car. He lives in 1515."

He heard you. You told him.

You gave him what he wanted, and he couldn't help but smile. It was a wide smile, one that you saw often on Joe.

He grabbed your waist and pulled you in close to him. You squeaked as you were being moved across the room, and you held your breath as you realized where he was heading. You knew what was going to happen, and you couldn't help the rush of excitement and heat that filled you.

You watched his face as you moved, seeing his big brown eyes glued to yours. Your mouth went dry as you stared back into his dark eyes. You felt your pulse race as his gaze felt like a touch.

“Thank you for trusting me.” He whispered, his breath tickling your face. He was truly so happy to finally be given this information. It felt good knowing that he could help you. He could keep you safe from harm.

He pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was slow and soft. You could feel the emotions on his lips, feel how much he cared. You could feel how much he wanted you. He pressed his body against yours, wanting to feel you pressed against him.

Tonight, he would protect you. Tomorrow, he will make sure you stay protected. But right now, he was going to take care of you. He was going to be there for you.

He was going to take care of you, and then, he was going to take care of Jim Haynes.

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[quintinh43]

The Best Summer Ever | Quinn Hughes

Summary: First summer at the lakehouse, and it couldn't be better.

Pairings: Quinn Hughes x Teacher!Fem!Reader

Warnings: None, just some pure sweetness. Part of this universe but can be read on its own!

Wc: 3.6k

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As you lounge in the backyard of the lake house, with a book in hand, working on your tan, and Quinn napping beside you, you surmise that coming to Michigan with Quinn for the summer was one of the best decisions you've ever made. 

Quinn lays on his stomach, with his head pillowed in the crook of his arms. He hadn't planned to nap, but the two of you had gone on a run along the waterline this morning, and then Quinn had a training session with the boys. He had conked out, less than ten minutes after he had stretched out beside you.

You glance at the time on your phone, Quinn has been asleep for almost an hour. You bookmark your page, deciding it's time to wake him up, before his lovely golden tan turns into a massive sunburn. You flip onto your stomach and delve your fingers into Quinn's hair, gently working through the tangles. 

The humidity was doing wonders for his curls, and you'd be lying if you said you weren't absolutely head over heels for summertime Quinn. The tan, the curls, the way his cheeks always seemed to be flushed from heat, the smile that seemed permanently etched into his face. You drop a kiss to his shoulder, and your other hand traces light patterns along his spine. 

Pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along his shoulders and upper back, your fingers massage his scalp steadily. He makes a low noise of contentment, and you grin against his sun-kissed skin. "Quinn," you murmur against his skin. 

He doesn't respond. You press a kiss to the crook of his neck, and he stirs under you. Another behind his ear. And the underside of his jaw. 

His chest rumbled with a soft hum, and he nuzzled his head against the crook of his arm with a sleepy sigh. You giggle and pull out your phone to snap a photo of him. He reminds you of a cat napping in the sun.

"Quintin," you mutter against his skin, he gives you a sleepy grunt, "wake up honey," you say softly, carding your fingers through his hair, "if you don't turn over you're going to get a horrid burn on your back," you coax, tugging ever so gently on his curly locks. 

Quinn rolls over with a huff. Suddenly his arms are around you and he's pulling you on top of him. You squeal in surprise as he situates you between his legs comfortably, your forearms resting on either side of his head. He squints one eye open, with a glare. Half because you woke him up and half because the sun was so bright.

"Why'd you wake me up?" He huffs. 

You snort, detangling yourself from his arms, "Cause you whine like a bitch when you're sunburnt." His jaw drops, and you grin, kissing him on the cheek sweetly. 

"I can't believe you just called me a bitch," he gasps, all traces of sleep disappearing from his body.

"I'm just telling the truth," you shrug, a smile playing on your lips. Quinn sits up, pulling your sunglasses off, you squint your eyes, frowning at the sudden brightness. 

You screech in alarm, as Quinn is suddenly grabbing you around the waist, holding you tight to his body and walking towards the dock. "Quinn," you gasp "What are you doing?"

"I think someone needs to cool down her attitude a little," Quinn smirks, his tone like he's scolding a child.

"Quinn," there's slight panic in your tone, "please no, I'm sorry" You flail your legs trying to escape his hold before he tosses you into the lake. 

"Sorry baby, I can't hear you over my bitchiness," Quinn snarks, nipping at your ear playfully. You yelp, twisting in his hold. 

"I didn't mean it, you aren't a bitch, you're the sweetest man to ever exist, you have never been bitchy in your life! You deserve the world and I love you with all my heart!" You ramble, pressing kisses to his face in hopes that he will have mercy.

Quinn is smiling mischievously, "Gotta do better than that baby," he's standing at the edge of the dock.

"Quintin Jerome Hughes!" You warn, wrapping your arms and legs around him tightly, "I swear to God if you-" Before you can finish your threat, Quinn is jumping off the dock with you wrapped around him.

The shock of being plunged into cold water after being in the sun for over an hour is brutal. You resist the urge to scream purely because you're underwater and you don't need a mouth full of water. 

As your heads break the surface, you gasp for air. Quinn's grin is infectious and you can't help but grin back. "How's the attitude? Cooled off yet?" He asks smirking. 

You unwrap your legs from around his waist, kicking them back and forth underwater to help keep the two of you afloat. Your arms wrap around his neck tugging on his now wet hair, "Think I'm still a bit hot," you smile teasingly, pushing on his shoulders to dunk his head under water. 

Quinn gasps for air as he goes down. You cackle as he fails to drag you under with him. He comes up, shaking his wet hair out of his eyes, and lunging after you with a grin.  You swim away with screeching laughter. You splash Quinn aggressively in an attempt to save yourself.

Suddenly there’s a loud whooping coming from the dock, along with heavy footsteps. Then Jack is cannonballing into the water. Luke follows after him flipping off the dock in a fancy maneuver that briefly leaves your heart in your throat. As soon as their heads break the surface, they grin mischievously. The four of you lose track of time and end up fooling around in the water for hours, splashing, wrestling, racing, and every other possible game you can think of.

By the time Ellen is calling you out of the water to get ready for dinner like a bunch of children, Jack is sporting a wicked sunburn across his nose and cheeks and you and Luke have probably swallowed half of Lake Erie from the amount that Quinn and Jack have been dunking you under water and splashing you in the face.

You hoist yourself onto the dock and offer Quinn a hand to help pull him up, he takes it with a grin and pulls you back into the water with a cackle. You pout at him, as you move your wet hair out of your eyes. Quinn kisses the pout right off your face, and you can’t help but melt into it, locking your arms around his neck and kissing him back. 

“Ewwww!” Luke screeches, as he and Jack begin to splash the two of you all over again. 

“Children!” Ellen barks, unable to keep the smile off her face, “Out of the water or you will  be late for your dinner plans!”

There is a collective grumbling amongst the four of you, but you exit the water nonetheless. This time, Quinn doesn't pull you back into the water, lest he face the wrath of his mother. Ellen and Jim had plans with a few of their friends while Luke and Jack had been invited to have dinner with a few other NHL guys who lived on the lake. Originally, you and Quinn had been invited too, but Quinn had politely declined in favour of taking you out on a good ol’ classy dinner date at the country club. 

As bad as you felt about declining the invite, you were excited to have Quinn to yourself for the evening. The only time you and Quinn got a moment alone for yourselves was usually when you were going to sleep, so you were looking forward to this Dinner date.

Quinn wraps a towel over your shoulders as the four of you head up to the house, Jack and Luke sprinting ahead to fight over who gets to use their shower first. “You shower first?” Quinn mutters against your wet hair.

“We could shower together,” you wiggle your eyebrows suggestively “save some water.” Quinn chuckles, pressing another kiss to your hair fondly, “Trust me, baby, if we shower together, we definitely won’t be saving water.”

You laugh along with him, knowing he’s right, “I’ll be quick,” you assure, stripping out of your swimsuit and stepping under the cool spray of water. You run through your shower steps as quickly as you can and are in and out in ten minutes. While Quinn showers you do your hair and makeup, keeping it simple and sticking to your usual routine for fancier events. As you apply mascara on your lashes, you’re a bit giddy for dinner tonight. 

The dress you picked out, was a classy white number that you had been saving for something fancy, and you were excited to finally be able to wear it. And also to see Quinn’s reaction to you in it. He hops out of the shower and is quick to change into a stylish short-sleeved white button-up and a pair of beige slacks.

“Do my hair?” he asks, tipping his head towards you in invitation. You smile, running some hair oil and a bit of curl product through his locks so they are nice and defined, he kisses you on the cheek in thanks, “I’ll wait for you downstairs,” he says stealing one last kiss.

He slips out of the room, and you lock the door behind him as you pull the dress out from the back of the closet. You get dressed, grab your bag and your trusty pair of nude heels, and go exit the room. As soon as you appear at the top of the stairs, Quinn's eyes are drawn to you. His jaw drops, and his eyes soften with love as you fuss over trying to fit your phone in your bag.

You look up to find Quinn staring at you and your cheeks warm. One thing about Quinn is that there is meaning in everything he does. He is purposeful and thorough, and he works hard for what he wants. So when he pins you with that look, you feel loved, purposefully, and wholeheartedly, and damn if that isn't the best feeling ever. You lock eyes with Quinn, and his lips curl into a soft, adoring smile. 

Everything else falls away as you descend the stairs. It's just you and Quinn. He makes you feel like a princess, and he is your prince charming waiting at the bottom, hand extended towards you, ready to lead you to your happily ever after. 

“Hi,” he whispers as you take his hand, he brushes a gentle kiss on the backs of your knuckles and your stomach flutters. 

“Hi,” you smile, staring up at him through your lashes. You thought it would be impossible to love this man even more than you already did, but every day he proves you wrong, “I Love you,” you murmur softly. 

“I love you too,” He smiles, and damn if you don't wanna abandon your dinner and spend the night in his arms.

Ellen rounds the corner and is immediately gushing over the two of you, “Oh, just look at you two! Come here I want pictures,” you slip on your heels as she ushers the two of you in front of the mantel, much to Quinn's chagrin. 

“Mom please,” Quinn whines, “we’re not kids, and this is not prom,” you snicker at his whining, secretly happy that Ellen is making the two of you take photos.  

“You may not be kids, but you're still my children, now pose,” she demands, holding up her phone. 

Quinn wraps an arm around your waist and you place a hand on his chest as the two of you smile at his mom's camera. After she snaps probably over a hundred photos Quinn is practically pulling you out of the door, with the boat keys in hand, “better not get me wet,” you warn, as you carefully smooth down your dress.

“Wouldn't dream of it,” Quinn chuckles as the boat hums to life. You sit in the seat across from Quinn, legs curled under your chin resting against your hand as you take in the way the dipping sun reflects on the water. The golden halo of sunlight that illuminates you makes you look like an angel. Quinn is absolutely enraptured by your beauty, if he could freeze this moment in time, he would. 

The boat ride from the lake house to the country club takes less than twenty minutes, it would have been faster if Quinn wasn't trying to keep the both of you dry. He parks the boat on one of the docks, and hops over the edge of the boat, holding his hand out to you. You take it gratefully, not letting go even when you are safe on solid ground.

So far you've only been to the Country Club during the day when the boys deemed it a golf day, or to play tennis, or grab something easy for lunch before going right back out in the boat. In the early evening, it almost seemed like a completely different place.

You hold onto Quinn's bicep, fingers tapping nervously against corded muscle, as he leads you through the front foyer of the building. Quinn squeezes your hand reassuringly. It's at moments like these that you feel self-conscious about the fact that you're dating a Superstar Captain of the NHL. He could be doing much better than a lowly elementary school teacher. 

It's as if Quinn can read your negative thoughts. He looks at you, face soft with concern, nodding his head to ask if you're ok. You give him a tight smile and nod, squeezing his bicep again, as you dispel all the thoughts from your head. Quinn wants you. That's why you're here.

A pretty hostess, dressed from head to toe in black, is quick to find you. “Do you have a reservation?” she asks professionally. 

“Yep,” Quinn answers with a polite smile, “It should be under Hughes,”

The hostess clicks a few times on her iPad, and her eyes light up as she clocks in Quinn's reservation, “Right this way please,” she leads you through The main dining room, up a set of stairs and out onto the rooftop patio with the most magnificent view of the lake. “Someone will be right with you,” she smiles. 

“Thank you,” you and Quinn say simultaneously. He pulls out your chair, and you smile at him, smoothing your dress out as you sit down. 

“Quinn, this is so beautiful,” you gasp, taking in the view.

“Yeah it is,” he says smirking. His eyes are locked on you, and when you notice your cheeks flush. 

“You're so cheesy,” you mumble, picking at a loose thread in your napkin. 

“You love it,” Quinn smirks.

At that moment a Waiter appears, offering the two of you menus, and asking what you would like to drink. Quinn orders some kind of expensive wine, and the waiter leaves to retrieve it and give you time to look over your menus. It's much fancier than you're used to, and it's a little overwhelming, but Quinn happily takes charge, keeping a comforting hand on your thigh under the table.

Once the food is ordered and you both have a few glasses of wine in your system everything feels much easier. Along the way, your heels got discarded under the table, and your bare foot was resting on Quinn's thigh, rubbing up and down teasingly. 

Your foot strays a bit too high and Quinn wraps a hand around your ankle, stopping your foot from moving any closer to his dick. He throws you a dark, lust-filled look that holds a promise for later, and you smirk at him teasingly. All in all, the dinner was absolutely amazing. The food was delicious and you were absolutely elated to have Quinn to yourself for a few hours.

“Wanna go for a walk on the beach?” Quinn asks as the two of you leave the restaurant hand in hand. The sun is just dipping below the horizon, casting the sky in beautiful shades of orange, pink and purple. 

“Absolutely I do,” you grin, hanging into his arm. The two of you deposit your shoes in the boat and walk along the waterline. Quinn has an arm draped over your shoulder, and yours is wrapped around his waist fingers dancing under his shirt and across the bare skin of his torso. You lean your head on his shoulder and his fingers draw patterns on your arm. You wish you could burn this moment into permanence.

“I can't wait to do this with you every summer,” you say quietly, afraid to disrupt the peace of the moment. Quinn pulls his arm from your shoulders, it takes you a few steps to realize he isn't walking, and when you turn to see what's wrong, your hands fly to your mouth with a gasp. 

Quinn is down on one knee, with a ring box open in his hands. Somehow the only thing you can think is that his pants are going to get dirty from kneeling in the damp sand. 

“Your pants are going to get dirty,” you croak, voice thick with emotion. Quinn chuckles, shaking his head fondly. 

“Y/n,” he starts, with a soft breath, “I know we've technically only been dating for a few months. But for as long as I've known you I knew I wanted to do forever with you.” he takes a shaky breath “Honestly, I had a whole speech written, but you look so angelic in the sunset that it all left my brain.”

You let out a choked giggle, as tears pool in the corner of your eyes. You kneel down in front of him, resting your shaky hands on his knee. 

“Your dress is gonna get dirty” Quinn parrots, and it's your turn to laugh at him.

Quinn takes another deep breath, brushing a stray tear off your cheek. “Y/n, from the moment I met you, I knew you would be special to me. Knowing you for the past six years of my life has been the greatest blessing that I could've asked for. The easiest thing I've ever done in my life is love you, and god- there aren't words to describe how much I love you and what you mean to me. I want to spend forever with you by my side.” The tears that decorate the rims of Quinn’s eyes finally spill over, “So, Y/n Y/l/n, will you do me the greatest honour in being my wife?”

An ugly sob escapes your lips and you throw your arms around his neck, “Yes, yes, yes, a million times yes,” you cry, pressing kisses to his face, there is salt on your lips and at this point, you aren't sure if they are your tears or his. Quinn finds your left hand and slips the ring onto your fourth finger. You take a minute to really look at it, and all of a sudden, you're crying all over again. It's everything you’ve ever dreamed of.

You throw your arms around Quinn again, dragging him down for a kiss, he holds you tight to his body, kissing you back like it's the last time he'll ever get to do so. As Quinn licks at the seam of your lips, something in the back of your mind reminds you that you're in public, but you can't bring yourself to care enough to stop kissing him.

The clicking of a camera accompanied by sniffling is what drags you out of your moment with Quinn. You look over to find Jack and Luke. Jack holding up his old camera from back when he had a hobby in photography and Luke holding up his phone. They're both teary-eyed with huge smiles on their faces. 

Quinn stands, pulling you with him, and then Luke and Jack are throwing themselves at the two of you, and everyone is holding onto each other. There are so many tears it's hard to tell who's crying and who's not. Eventually Jack and Luke detach themselves from the two of you, wiping at their eyes and grinning wildly. 

“I can't believe you said yes to spending the rest of your life with our stinky big brother,” Luke wrinkles his nose.

“Shut it, Moose,” Quinn rolls his eyes, pushing his brother playfully. 

“I know you said yes, but it's not too late to blink twice if you need help,” Jack says seriously.

You laugh, knowing they are joking, but nothing could pry you from Quinn at this moment. Jack convinces the two of you to pose for a few more pictures, in the fading twilight. He captures a few absolutely stunning ones of your ring, promising that everything will be sent to you after he edits them. Eventually the four of you part ways, Jack and Luke heading to their car and you and Quinn back to the boat. 

The drive back to the lake house is much chiller now that the sun is almost entirely gone. Quinn smiles knowingly, pulling a hoodie out of one of the seat compartments. You slip it over your head, sighing happily as the scent of Quinn engulfs you. He pulls you into his lap, keeping an arm securely around your waist and hooking his chin over your shoulder. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, resting your head against the crook of his neck.

“I love you so so much Quinny,” you whisper, “I'm excited to spend forever with you,”

“Me too, my love, me too” Quinn sighs happily, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead. 

A sudden thought hits you, and the biggest smile blooms on your face, "I can't wait to be Mrs. Hughes," you say, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Quinns eyes twinkle lovingly, "That has a nice ring to it,"

"Yeah,"

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Ok idk how I feel about this!

I started it and I loved it. Then I wrote the middle and I still loved it. And then I wrote the end, and I still loved it. And now that I have to post it I fucking hate it! So that's nice!

Anyways hope yall enjoy.

Leave comments cause I'm an attention whore 🥰

Also, this series likely won't be updated for a while, cause I never originally planned to make it a series anyways, but here we are! Just cause I have a lot of one-shots floating around in my notes that I wanna work on. If there's anything yall wanna see from this series, let me know and I might write that!

Also, I am working on those blurb requests! I promise! I'll start posting them eventually!

Apologies for the ramble, love yall <3

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[bumblesimagines]

do you believe in soulmates?

i compare anyone i ever date to you. is that weird?

Love Quinn

i compare anyone i ever date to you. is that weird?

do you believe in soulmates?

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs, GN!Reader

"And here we are." Love cooed, two plates of deliciously smelling pasta in each hand. You smiled automatically at the sight of her and the food, watching her set the plates down and take a seat beside you. She reached over for the wine bottle, popping it open and pouring wine into each glass cup. "All done!"

"We could've had takeout, Love. You didn't have to cook for me." You told her, picking up the glass and swirling the wine inside before taking a sip. 

Truthfully, being an amazing hostess was just one of Love Quinn's many skills. She lightened up like a Christmas tree whenever she hosted at her place or catered for a friend, soaking in each compliment and groan of delight with a bashful yet gleeful smile. She enjoyed taking care of others, even if it'd all she'd done since the moment she and Forty could walk. Being a nurturing caregiver came naturally to her, something you'd noticed when you first met her at a birthday party. Your parents had enthusiastically introduced you to the Quinn siblings and the then-teen Love flocked to your side immediately. And ever since that fateful day, you had the luck of calling her one of your closest friends. 

Love clicked her tongue and waved you off. "Don't be silly, (Y/N)! You know I like making your food." She smiled widely, that big toothy genuine smile of hers. She picked up her fork and twirled some pasta around it, bringing it to her lips and humming at the taste. "You know, if I had it my way, we'd be living together. I'd make you breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day. You'd never go hungry."

"Sounds tempting." You chuckled. "I wouldn't want to intrude though. A little birdie's been groaning about your dating life being... stale ever since Milo left to do... whatever it was he was doing."

"Ugh, dating here is just there's a Milo every five feet, you know? It doesn't help that I compare anyone I ever date to you. Is that weird? I mean, you're my best friend. You're like... I don't know. You mean a lot to me. You do a lot for me. You've raised my standards."

"Good." You snickered into your cup when she slapped your arm lightly. You'd never truly thought about Love's dating life, especially after James's death after his long battle with cancer. She'd dated anyone as long as James, hell, she married the guy. Milo had always flirted, made moves, and done things that she'd roll her eyes at and talk with you about. Then, he left and she never spoke of anyone again. 

"Do you believe in soulmates?" Love asked suddenly, taking a sip of her wine. "I thought James was my soulmate. I thought he'd be the one I'd stay with forever. But... looking back on it, I'm not so sure anymore."

"I mean," You licked some sauce off your lips. "I think some people are destined to meet, to be in each other's lives. I'm not sure about soulmates but a lot of people meet and remain together for a long time, even just as friends. Why do you ask?"

Love smiled. "Sometimes I think you're my soulmate."

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[finalgowrl]

go little rockstar 💫

#finalgowrl post 🎧 #so proud #honestly #i love to see him grow #but i want to gatekeep him at the same time 😭 #joe quinn #joseph quinn #johnny storm #fantastic four #a quiet place #a quiet place day one #gladiator #gladiator 2 #eddie munson #stranger things #marvel #joe quinn imagine #joe quinn x reader #joe quinn x you

[xofay]

𝙊𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀 | 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙣 | 𝘍𝘌𝘔 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙

✧ warnings: brief mention of murder/blood, mention of pedo, fluffy as hell

✧ summary: Love, your girlfriend, discovers that your philosophy professor has been trying to make moves on you, and she fixes that problem for you. You come home to a night all about you.

You didn't hate college, but it most definitely was not your favorite aspect of life. You had a good social life, a decent circle of friends, and you were smart. The biggest downside of your college was definitely your philosophy professor. He was an attractive man, you had to say. He was wealthy, and loads of students wanted him, but to your demise, he, wanted you.

You could sense his motives quite easily. He would give you great grades on your assignments, even when you noticed you did something wrong. He'd call on you constantly, and would excuse you if you were late or even absent. You decided not to push it, but one day, you knew it would be different.

Love, on the other hand, was completely aware of this. She had listened to every single detail you had said about this man, and picked up anything slightly off you said. She remembered one day you told her how he put a hand on your thigh, and how another time he would rub your head ever so slightly during a conference with him. And she hated that, so, she had to put an end to it.

She got off of her work a bit earlier that day, to drive over to your college. She wore a basketball cap, and an oversized flannel. It was fall, after all, she had to dress the part. Love stationed herself in the bathroom, after easily getting into the campus. They should really work on their security.

She would walk into a stall, and would close it behind her, awaiting for the bell to ring. As she reached into her pocket to get her phone, her fingertips skimmed another object in her pocket. A pocketknife. Small, but effective, she thought.

Only about three minutes after the bell rang, Love stepped out into the bustling hallway. She'd look down, keeping her hat over her head, as she made her way to the philosophy classroom. She may or may not have been researching your campus just a night ago.

She got into the classroom, and there he was, your professor. He was sat behind his desk, probably grading. As Love quietly shut the door behind her, she got a whiff of a familiar scent. Your perfume. The notes of musk, sweetness, and some form of wood filled her senses, and her body would almost instantly loosen up at the scent.

"Oh, Hello Ma'am. Do you... need something?" The professor would say, looking up from his work, leaning into his chair. Love would purse her lips. She'd walk towards him, reach into her pocket, and before he could speak another word, his blood had stained the white papers on his desk, and her orange flannels sleeve.

You hung your coat on the little rack by the door of Love's house, which was basically yours at this rate as well. The moment you walked in, the scent of freshly cooked food, candles, and Love's scent took over your mind. She was cooking you your dinner. A smile uncontrollably covered your face. As you walked further into the house, you peaked into the kitchen, and saw Love hard at work in the kitchen, she has something cooking in a pot, which smelled delicious.

"I really don't deserve you, Lovely." You would say with an amused smile as you approached her, and embraced her in a hug from behind, resting your head on her shoulder, peaking over to see what she was making. Beef stew, your favorite thing to eat in the fall. Especially when she made it.

"Mmm..." She would hum in response, a small blush on her face. "Don't boost my ego anymore dear, that may be dangerous." She'd joke as she'd turn her head slightly to kiss your forehead. Her free hand that wasn't stirring would find itself on your waist, holding you close in a possessive nature. She wore an orange tank top, her scent causing your eyes to go half lidded.

"Go get cozy in bed sweetheart. Pick out a movie and i'll bring you your dinner. It's a room service kind of night, isn't it?" Your girlfriend would say with a little smile on her face, before she'd land a playful slap on your ass. "Before I have to ask you twice, despite how much you may like that. She'd tease.

You would jerk a little at the slap before an airy giggle would leave your lips. "As you wish," you would say. You'd wriggle out of Love's hold, and would excitedly walk upstairs. You'd instantly change into your favorite pajamas. It was a black silky two set, Love had a matching red one as well. You'd remove your makeup, and would let your hair down, before you would settle into Loves comforting, soft mattress. You could almost fall asleep just now.

Just a few minutes later, Love would walk upstairs, carefully holding a marble tray with two bowls on it, as well as some tissues and utensils. "For the princess," She'd say with a little wink as she settled the plate onto your lap. A blush adorned your face as you looked down, seeing how much work she put into this meal. Love would dim the lights, and would pick up a lighter, before walking around the room, putting on three different candles. The room now had a beautiful orange aura to it. Of course, the average lesbian household had 3+ candles in each room, as they should.

Once she was done with her pre-movie ritual, she would crawl into bed with you, seeing you were already enjoying your food. A proud smile would cover her face as she watched you eat as if you've never eaten before. She'd kiss your cheek before starting to eat her own bowl.

"So... was your day alright hun?" She'd ask as her free hand would snake around your waist, You had already finished, due to your fast pace. You leaned on Love's shoulder, and would be adorning her soft neck in kisses before you spoke, reluctantly pulling your lips away from her skin.

"Fine.." you would say, before recalling your meeting with your professor. He had his hand on your thigh under the table the whole time, and there was this hunger in his eyes. "I mean, Mr. Colben was weird as usual but... Nothing out of the ordinary." You'd say with a small chuckle.

Love would be listening to you speak, as her hand would rub your back lovingly. The words would send a shiver of anger down her back, before she'd chuckle ever so slightly.

"don't worry hun, I'm sure it won't happen again."

"how do you know?"

"I just do. So, Legally Blonde tonight?"

a/n: i know i didn't have many orange things here but like realistically speaking what the hell is orange?? Anyways enjoy murderous momma Quinn <33

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[wineauntie]

omggg you could you maybe do little blurbs or headcanons for quinn x single mom reader? for example how sweet of a dad figure quinn would be for evie on valentine’s day and spoiling her rotten? btw love your writing so much!!

HEADCANONS — Quinn Hughes x single mom!reader

based on this one shot

note: Oh, no need to ask twice, I love Quinn x single mom reader with my whole heart. This includes how you guys met, Quinn meeting Evie and all the cute inbetweens!

warnings: a tiny little suggestive content halfway through but nothing major- sex is implied, fem!reader, just tooth rotting fluff for the rest of it.

Quinn knew he loved you from the moment he’d met you.

You and Quinn had a meet-cute. Meaning, he physically ran into you outside a coffee shop, causing all of your coffee to spill down his front.

He remembered cursing in shock only to turn into a flustered mess when you began to apologise and offer him tissues. That drama turned into him asking to buy you another coffee to which you agreed.

You hadn’t known who Quinn was or why some people had stared as he ordered you a coffee (You 100% just assumed it was because he was attractive)

You two talked for just over an hour before you parted ways (his number securely in your pocket as you went).

And the rest is history

You went on a date with him to a restaurant downtown. During this date you brought up the fact you had a daughter and that if that was a problem, then he should leave.

Quinn stayed. To him, it didn’t matter if you had a child.

You’d left the date blushing like a school kid whose crush had admitted to liking them back.

The two of you took it slowly, but around two months into your relationship, when Quinn asked you to be his girlfriend, you knew it was time to introduce him to Evie.

Evie, who was two at the time, had no idea who the man was holding her mom’s hand. She ended up throwing her teddy at him before running straight between your legs to hide.

Quinn had brought Evie pink and purple flowers after being told they were her favourite colours.

Evie had never been given flowers and instantly began to like Quinn.

I can just imagine Quinn crouched down introducing himself and Evie giggling.

“Oh hello, I’m Quinn,”

“Win.”

You’d stifle a laugh at Evie’s attempt to say his name.

“Yeah, Quinn!”

Quinn would be so unphased by Evie being unable to say his name, even when Evie began to call him Winnie, he secretly loved it.

Quinn became a constant in you and Evie’s life. He’d come to see you and Evie almost every day, or at least as much as his schedule would let him.

Evie would be obsessed with him, and Quinn? Oh, he adored being around you and her.

Evie would babble nonsensical words mixed with a few normal words and he’d nod and talk back to her, holding a conversation.

And don’t even think Quinn is above having tea parties with Evie because he is the one who suggests them.

I imagine you running to collect the post from your building's postbox only to come back and hear giggling from the living room.

You would find Quinn sitting cross-legged on the floor with a tiara and a sparkly pink cape opposite Evie in a princess dress and obnoxiously large sunglasses.

You had to take a picture before entering and joining them. That picture was your lock screen for so long.

Quinn more often than not spent the night at your apartment.

You’d given up a few drawers so that he could keep some things in your place.

It was easier to meet in your apartment because all of Evie’s things were there but the times you and Evie went to his apartment? those were like going on holidays for Evie.

Quinn’s apartment was considerably bigger than yours and when he’d begun to date you, he changed one of his two guest rooms into a room for Evie.

So imagine your surprise when you brought Evie over for the first time and found an entire princess-themed room filled with toys just for Evie.

You’d cried and Quinn had nervously scratched his head until you’d hugged him and thanked him for being so kind.

Evie had loved her room and begged you to stay over more.

And so when Quinn had asked you to move in with him a few months later, you’d jumped at the opportunity.

Quinn had surprised you with over fifty bundles of your favourite flowers as a ‘welcome home’ gift.

Your parents offered to watch Evie overnight to allow you and Quinn time to sort out the apartment.

Let’s just say the two of you christened the house…in multiple places…multiple times.

You’d curled up that night beside Quinn that night and had basked in the glow of your new home.

You’d already spent a Valentine’s Day with Quinn but at that stage, he hadn’t met Evie yet.

On Valentine’s morning, Quinn woke up at eight o’clock to make you and Evie a special breakfast— pancakes with a variety of toppings.

He’d gently woken up Evie and carried her into your room, placing her gently beside you. You’d barely stirred as Quinn pressed a loving kiss to your forehead whilst Evie cuddled close to your side.

He returned ten minutes later with breakfast, to which Evie and you had laughed and dragged him down into a one-handed hug.

He had sat down on the end of the bed and ate with the two of you, his eyes gleaming as the two of you enjoyed the food. (He’s an acts of service kind of guy and, hell, moments like those made his heart swell).

After the three of you had gotten ready, Quinn surprised you both with flowers. He was taking you out for dinner that night and in order to lessen Evie’s fear of missing out, he’d bought her a few gifts.

“It’s a bracelet,”

“That’s my name!”

You’d never forget how Evie beamed at the silver as Quinn clasped it onto her little wrist.

“And these are so you can come onto the ice with me,”

Quinn had bought her tiny black skates with pink lining, specifically for teaching Evie to skate as she’d begged him to for so many weeks.

Evie had been so overwhelmed by glee that she’d burst with excitement and lunged toward Quinn for a hug.

Quinn really is the best dad figure for Evie. He cares for her so wholeheartedly and so unwaveringly.

This man is so protective over her and you, it’s ridiculous.

Evie would come home with you from doing an odd shop and tell Quinn all about how some man was talking to you– he’d been flirting and you’d rejected all advances.

“And I throw bag of pasta at him, Winnie!”

“Atta girl! Good job!”

The two of them would high-five before Quinn would grab Evie and jostle her around as she laughed.

Quinn would be so protective over Evie in a way that made your heart so full.

Evie would come skipping home one day claiming that she and Tommy from school were married.

Quinn would immediately spring into dad mode and begin questioning who this boy was, what was his full name, where is he from, what’s his parents’ names, etc.

You would laugh off this protectiveness as Quinn stubbornly pouted at the lack of responses from Evie.

Quinn had gone to every parent-teacher conference with you, every recital or school event and every career day.

In fact, Evie became one of the most popular people in class when they found out that her ‘Q’ was a famous hockey player.

(Evie had begun to reference Quinn as her ‘Q’ since she was able to pronounce them at three. She knew Quinn wasn’t her dad but her 'Q' was basically the same.)

She began calling him dad when she was four and Quinn melted. You were overjoyed that your daughter had someone other than you to trust and love like a parent.

Evie asks Quinn why he always has ‘boring’ colours on his hockey stick, so he always wraps one stripe of pink tape around it in honour of Evie. (Then another stripe the same colour as your eyes just above it.)

When you’d brought Evie to her first hockey game, Quinn had gotten her a custom ‘Winnie, 43’ jersey. He’d also given you a Hughes 43 jersey, which he all but demanded you two wear to your first game.

Quinn had scored two goals that evening and dedicated both goals to his girls up in the box.

You and Evie had cheered so loudly for him and after the game, the three of you had headed home and celebrated with a movie night.

All in all, Quinn loves the little family he found and you guys love him just as much.

As you might be able to tell, I am OBSESSED with father figure! Quinn. I love him too much and would be more than willing to turn this into a series, I can’t lie <333

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[unsolved-duvall]

one thing you learn about eddie very early on in your relationship, is that he talks a lot. so much so, that sometimes you truly worry when he hasn’t stopped talking for a while— he hasn’t even stopped to take a breath. he’s all wide eyed, and dramatic hands when he’s telling you a story. and you adore him, you adore the way he animates himself. but the boy needs to breathe. so, sometimes, you have to gently grab him by the jaw and pull his mouth against yours, kissing him so softly that it’s barely even a kiss. you aren’t kissing him to shut him up. no, absolutely not. you would never do that. you simply need him to breathe. so that’s what you tell him when you slowly pull away from the kiss— “eddie, baby? take a breath, yeah?”. but what you don’t realise is that you’re actions, mixed with your soft words, have the opposite affect on him. your lips against his were already enough to steal any remaining air from his lungs, but now? now you’re calling him baby and speaking to him like he’s the only person in the world. and eddie’s fighting for any drop of air he can find. he’s all rosy cheeks and kiss-bitten lips that are parted slightly as he stares at you. you call his name again, not even sure he’s still with you. and that’s when a smile covers his face and his lightly freckled nose scrunches up, and he’s leaning back in to kiss you like it’s his lifeline.

eddie munson talks a lot. but you wouldn’t want him any other way.

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