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Toh is so great because they took the “mean girl who gives off lesbian vibes and is weirdly obsessed with the female protagonist” and actually did it. They took the “romantic tension between protagonist and antagonist that everyone writes enemies to lovers fics about” and actually put it in the show. The stereotypical mean girl is a canon lesbian! She starts dating the main character! We see them being together and it isn’t just subtext! The mean girl has depth and character development and isn’t just a two dimensional bully!
#sometimes I just sit back and marvel at toh#like they really DID that#obv the show is great for many many reasons and not just this#but it’s cool to actually get what we want for once#the owl house#amity blight#lumity#toh#jamie talks about the owl house
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“What’s your favorite ship dynamic?”
Easy, golden retriever and black cat
#i eat it up every time#byler#elmax#lumax#wenclair#lumity#narlie#nick and charlie#ronance#stranger things#heartstopper#the owl house#wednesday addams#wednesday netflix#jamie posts random stuff#jamie talks about stranger things#jamie talks about the owl house#jamie talks about other shows
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Gina Porter and Gus Porter are secret siblings, half-witch and half-human. Terri got Gina and went back to the human realm in the divorce while Perry got Gus and stayed in the demon realm. This explains Gus’ fascination with human stuff, as he’s the youngest and the only one without knowledge that he’s part human, in this essay I will-
#ive CRACKED THE CODE!!!#Jamie is full human from terris previous relationship don’t worry about hi#hsmtmts#the owl house#jude is talking#gina porter#gus porter
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42. "he won't stop talking about you" and 28. "you're drunk, i'll help you" with Jamie!
“drunken calls”
jamie drysdale x f!reader
🦋 BORDYSBAE’S 500 CELLY!
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it’s around 12:45 am, and suddenly you get a call from your boyfriend jamie. you’re quite the night owl, so you answer his call with joy, but also concern. jamie usually doesn’t call you late at night, but you know he’s out with friends so you’re a little nervous as to why he’s calling you.
“jamie?” you ask into the phone.
“oh i’m not jamie, my names trevor. i’m assuming you’re his ‘girlfriend’ that he keeps talking about?” trevor says.
“oh, uh yeah that’s me, everything alright?”
“he keeps begging us to take him to you, he literally won’t shut up about you. can you send me your address?”
“i mean, how do i know you didn’t like kidnap my boyfriend are you’re like coming to kill me?” you joke, but also say with a little bit of seriousness. trevor chuckles, “would this help at all?” he asks as he brings the phone to jamie.
“i miss y/n, where is she?” drunk jamie asks his friend, making you laugh. you send your address to trevor, and him and his friends arrive in an uber at your house only 20 minutes later. once you pay trevor back for jamie’s part of the ride, you now get to deal with the real mission. drunk jamie.
“oh baby! i missed you!” jamie yells as he runs over and hugs you. hard. his arms wrap around you and you’re crushed against his chest.
“jamie, i love you, but i also cant breathe,” you croak out. he then releases the hug, but not before pouting and throwing a fit. he plops down on the couch and pulls you down with him. “oh jamie, you’re so so drunk. let me help you, i’ll go get you some water,” you chuckle to yourself.
“nooo don’t leave me!” he cries out as you get off of the couch. you roll your eyes at him, and sit back down. how did you get stuck with such a big baby?
#jamie drysdale#jamie drysdale fluff#jamie drysdale imagine#jamie drysdale blurb#jamie drysdale x reader#hockey blurb#hockey imagine
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Can I Call You Tonight?
summary: in which james is a little drunk and calls you after midnight for some attention
warnings: bit of smut. little bit of fluff. a friends-with-benefits situation. mutual masturbation. phone sex. nsfw.
word count: 1.1k
a/n: just a little something that's been living in my head rent free.
It had taken days for James to figure out how these muggle devices worked—mobile phones, as Marleen called them. Once he figured it out, the boy texted you every night for a month. The messages started casually, with the two of you checking on each other and seeing how each other’s day went. It was nice to be able to talk with your friends during the holidays without the need for owls, because honestly, sometimes the birds took forever to deliver the letters.
The muggles had the right idea; text messages were quick and instant, and you felt closer to your friends than ever before. And then James had figured out how phone calls worked, and you’d spent multiple nights talking. You enjoyed listening to him talk while you wound down for the evening, brushing your hair, and washing your face. The sound of his voice was soothing and would lull you to an almost catatonic state before you both finally said a sleepy goodbye.
And that was what happened again tonight. You would never have imagined he’d call again or that his voice would become anything except soothing. The bell rang softly in the room, rousing you from your slumber. You groaned as you rolled over.
Really, you both should have been sleeping, but you assumed that James was a little bit drunk after one too many beers with Sirius. Either way, you answered.
"Hey," he said, his words tinged with a lazy charm.
"Everything alright there, Jamie?" You asked as you sat up, reaching up to rub the sleep from your eyes as you glanced at the clock on your bedside table. 12:47 am. You should have been upset. You shouldn’t have even answered the phone. But the muffled groan he made from the other end of the phone had you rubbing your thighs together.
"Yeah," he answered in a low voice. "I just needed to hear your voice, love."
His explanation sent a blush creeping up your neck and into your face, and you felt a pang of arousal between your legs. Your mouth was suddenly very dry, and your nipples were hardening beneath the thin material of your pyjama top. You licked your lips while gazing at the closed door of your bedroom. The house was quiet, and you knew that your parents would be sleeping.
"My voice?" You asked softly and seductively. "Or my voice?"
James knew exactly what you were implying. Ever since the first time you’d come undone beneath him, your legs trembling with the fury of your orgasm, he'd made it his mission to hear every little gasp and moan you could make.
Your relationship with him, the friends-with-benefits type, had started as a one-time deal. You’d told yourself it wouldn’t turn into more because you knew how much he liked Lily and how much she liked him. So when the two of you had been sitting around laughing and making fun of each other, and then your legs were around his waist as he held you to the wall, his cock buried to the hilt in your pussy while you moaned into his ear, you’d sworn that was it.
One and done. No more.
And James had made a liar out of you because it kept happening. Not every day, but now and then when one of you was lonely. You were ashamed to admit that you fell asleep most nights thinking about him. The memories of him had been burned into your brain: the delicious stretch of his cock as he buried every inch of himself into your pussy, the way he’d cradle your face in a hand as he kissed you deeply, how he’d bite and groan into your shoulder when he came, his seed filling you.
Even now, you imagined he would be naked in bed, palming himself through the covers until he was hard, his cock aching, and standing proud against his stomach. You couldn't stop the whimper of arousal that tumbled past your lips or the way your own fingers pushed into the band of your pyjama bottoms.
"Your voice, baby," he replied, sounding almost breathless, and you knew with absolute certainty that his hand was now beneath the covers, fingers fisting his hard length and stroking from hilt to tip. You moaned purposefully as your own fingers pushed between your folds, which were already wet at the idea of him touching himself while thinking about you.
James sighed, and you could hear the smile. "You sound so pretty, baby girl. Are you wet for me?"
You replied with a pleading whimper as you pushed a finger into your tight entrance. "S’wet for you," you agreed as you pushed a second finger in. You imagine it was his cock instead of your own fingers—the way he stretched your snug walls and the delicious feeling of fullness having him inside you invoked. You imagined the way he could thrust so deeply that it felt like he was touching the back of your throat, the way his spongy head would crash into that one spot that made you see stars.
"It feels so good," you said, your voice thick with lust. You wanted him in the worst way. James made this sound of desperate need that sent arousal scuttling up your spine and moisture splashing through your core. You moaned in response, your head lulling back as you got comfortable, letting memories of his hands on your body guide you.
You snuggled down beneath your duvet, imagining the weight of it was James shadowing over you, letting him guide the movements of your fingers through your folds. You rubbed your thumb against your clit, which was starting to get sensitive with the familiar warmth of orgasm.
"That’s right, baby girl," he encouraged when you moaned into the receiver, your fingers pushing deep into the heat of your pussy. "Such a good girl, touching yourself for me. You wanna cum?" He was fisitng himself faster and with more enthusiasm, hearing your pretty little moans and imagining how you were fingering yourself, playing with your clit, and how your thighs would be trembling for him.
"Yes!" You gasped out, hips bucking, as you found that spot that made your blood run hot and dots decorate your vision.
James groaned, his own orgasm rapidly approaching. "Cum for me," he demanded, his voice hoarse as he chased his own release. You came together, his name falling from your lips, his deep groans in your ear drawing out your climax until your toes were curling.
And you knew—you just knew—that this was going to be how you got to sleep from now on.
#james potter#james potter smut#james potter drabble#james potter imagine#james potter fanfiction#james potter x reader#james potter x you
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Things we learned about Joseph Quinn from today's panel (Day Two):
Joe can count to five in German
Would cosplay as Steve Harrington
Recommends the Artic Monkeys but was going to say a techno song lmao
His favorite movie The Big Lebowski
Gaten crashes Joe’s panel for a question, asked who he’d save (him or keery) Joe said “You, obviously” waited for him to leave then said “Totally Joe.”
He wears Gris Dior
Favorite moment for S4, the max sequence in Dear Billy
How his day with Eddie in Hawkins go: He’d go see him play at the hideout then hang out.
He’d stay in a haunted house with Murray
What makes him happy at the moment: Family
What it was like to meet Metallica: Mad.
His favorite part about playing Eddie was all of it.
Eddie’s favorite musical is Hair, according to Joe. Joes not a big musical fan but is a big abba fan and has seen mamma Mia.
He’s a night owl
Christmas traditions: Family, Resolutions: None…yet.
SOMEONE ASKED ABOUT JOMIE BYE “it’s hard to get rid of that guy”
Joe met Dacre, thinks Billy & Eddie would get on well…then adds a maybe lmao
Someone repeated a question about what perfume he wears and he turned to the crowd and went “anyone remember?” pls i can’t
think it’s funny people ask about wesley, wesley got a j tattoo on his knee
did two self tapes and got his role for eddie
His core memory: time with friends between 15/18, skate boarding when he was a little boy
in low moments, he usually calls friends to talk
His favorite dish to cook for family/friends is a beef stew or a pasta dish or a lamb shoulder
he did at a play at 17 and realized he wanted to do acting
He would dress up as Gandalf if he was going to Comic Con as a visitor
Philip Seymour Hoffman is his fave actor
he thinks Eddie looks the way he was meant to look and wouldn’t change anything
when he has a bad day, he calls someone, has a bath, or goes for a run to calm down
him and Eddie are both chaotic in nature
the most memorable thing from this weekend for him is all of it
he enjoys Body Paint on the new Arctic Monkeys album
he hasn’t listened to Decide by Djo yet
his favorite color is burgundy
if he could be any singer for a day he’d be David Bowie
if he could be any dog he’d be an Old English Sheep dog
he said the filming for season 5 thing he asked in Tokyo was a joke
Glastonbury was a memorable concert experience for him
he thinks Eddie’s top artist would be Dua Lipa
he wouldn’t eat really weird foods like animal organs or something
his favorite techno artist is Mr. G
his favorite ABBA song is Gimme Gimme (A Man After Midnight)
he would time travel to 60s London, 80s Manchester, or Renaissance Italy
he likes the song Blush by Wolf Alice
he had fun with Jamie in Brazil and Japan
if he had a superpower, it would be flight
he finds it crazy that people have Eddie tattoos
it only took him a few takes to sling the guitar over his shoulder as Eddie
he thinks Eddie would love Eleven and be impressed by her powers
This panel was a mess and people were either repeating questions multiple times or asking really odd, invasive, uncomfortable things or kinda trauma dumping on him so this is a lot shorter so I’m sorry if this is super all over the place. Lots of people asking for shoutouts and a bunch of other bullshit. It was ridiculous lol.
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🖤Long story short…it was the wrong guy!🖤
Pairing: Trevor zegras x Cherrie! / Quinn Hughes x Cherrie!
Word count: 10k (I have a problem k)
Summary : in which long story short he was the wrong guy. -or Trevor thinks back to times when he should have realised that he was never the one. Because best friends don’t look at each other like they do.
Warnings- angst. Like , heartbreak for trev. A tiny bit of fluff at the end? Depends how you see it I guess. A bit of a different story than usual, wanted to try my hand at writing more angst. I want to write a oneshot for Crosby next but I have no idea about what. Hopefully inspiration will hit me in the face because I miss writing like I used to so easily!! Anyways lemme know what u think please. U guys up for more angst or nah? 👀Xoxo
Trevor thought that maybe he had been in denial about his relationship with Cherrie for a while now , unable to believe that what everybody was telling him could be true . Refusing to see what was right in front of him all along , the red flags waving and all the clues were set out in Stone for him to see.
But he looked away each and every time because Cherrie was so fucking beautiful and Trevor wanted to be her boyfriend , wanted to her call her his girl.
But was she ever his really?
It shouldn't have taken as long as it did for him to see the truth. For him to take off his rose coloured glasses and moved past the gaze of her beauty and his foolish hope . To see that her eyes doesn't look for him like his did for her. To realise that his friends were right.
It took Jamie coming over to him one Saturday while they were at the lake house , sat beside Jack as the sun started to set. Beers all around as they chatted between each other , tired from the day of hanging out and just having fun while they could .
It had been a good day , he called it. Refused to think about the fact that his girlfriend had hardly even spoken to him since the summer began , the only time that he got her to himself was when the lights went out and Quinn went to sleep. The she snuck back into their room to join him, let him kiss her like he had wanted to everyday.
But she was too busy with her best friend and Trevor was busy trying not to see the looks his friends were giving him, pushing away the uneasy thoughts and doubt that crept in each time he saw them together.
Then Jamie winced sympathetically and patted his shoulder , handing him a beer . Oblivious.
"I can't believe how well you're taking this." Jamie spoke in amazement , getting both of their attention.
Trevor more than confused as they both followed his gaze down to see his friend looking down to the lake , to where Cherrie and Quinn were messing about together .
Both had Big grins on their faces as they splashed at each other in the water , Cherie squealing with laughter as he hoisted her up into his arms , her arms sliding around his neck as she giggled loudly , Quinn beaming up at her as he spun her around . Laughing as she clung to him , threatening him not to drop her. Everybody knowing that he wouldn't dare. He clung tighter to her instead. Eyes never leaving her pretty face .
"I know breakups are hard man. It's gotta suck-" he slowly trailed off when he looked back over to see Trevor frowning at him , looking more than confused at him, while Jack just hid his grin behind his bottle of beer. Shaking his head at poor Jamie slowly.
"What?" Trevor looked at him like he was insane.
"we're not broken up? What the hell are you talking about dude?" He forced out a laughed . Acting like everything was completely fine and normal.
Tearing his eyes away from his girlfriend on Quinn's shoulders now, refusing to watch the way he clung onto her bare, wet thighs and the way she gripped onto his waist with her legs. More than comfortable with each other, something that came from years of friendship and love.
Jamie blinked like an owl at him. Lips parting in disbelief as he flickered his eyes between Quinn and Cherrie messing about in the water together , then back to a scowling Trevor and face palming Jack.
"Oh." Was all he could get out , shocked .
He then laughed awkwardly , slowly nodding his head. "Sorry. I just thought-" he glanced over just in time to see Quinn push her wet hair away from her face gently , softly stroking at the sunburn over her cheeks .
His eyes widened incredulously . "Never mind ." He mumbled .
Patting trevors shoulder again, this time in silent pity before quickly making his Leave. Not wanting to be the one to explain what he was currently thinking . He didn't want to be the one to break it to him. No way.
Trevor felt a surge of irritation hit him, hearing his girlfriend sweet giggle and Quinn's low laugh as held her .
He scoffed , gripping his beer bottle tighter between his fingers .
"Why the hell does everybody think that?" He snapped. Sick of it.
Jack slowly turned his head to look at him like he was insane , brows furrowing in disbelief at how stupid his friend could possibly be.
He scoffed at him incredulously "dude come on..." he nudged him, trying to get him to admit it. To get him to see what everybody else did.
When Trevor just looked back at him blankly , refusing to even look in their direction .
Jack sighed long and hard, deciding then that he was going to have to be the one to uncomfortably break it to him.
He shifted on his seat with a grimace , cursing out his brother a thousand times in his mind. Wishing that he didn't have to do this, but it was getting harder and harder to watch. Getting more difficult to ignore .
Because Trevor was a good guy and he was his friend after all. But Quinn was also his brother and Cherrie was also his friend.
So it put him in a sticky position, of not wanting to pick sides but also wanting to bash all three of their heads together to get them to see what was right in front of them. Knowing in him That this really wasn't going to end well.
Somebody was going to have their heart broken and Jack had a feeling that it wasn't going to be Cherrie.
He looked at Trevor and sighed "I didn't want to be the one to have to have this conversation with you but ...I can't just not say anything. You're going to get hurt man. I don't want you to..not like this." His eyes pleaded for him to make it easy for him and just say he understood.
But Trevor was locked in a self induced game of denial, so he sipped his beer and glanced away. Scowling darkly .
"I don't know what you mean. We're fine." He denied Quickly. Fingers tapping against the bottle harder each time he heard them laugh together. Holding each other closer.
Jack shook his head , pursing his lips as he felt a surge of both sadness and anger for his friend. Just wishing that he would stop pretending .
He was stuck right in the middle wanting nobody to get hurt but knowing that the ending would be impossible for someone’s heart not to be broken. They were playing the long game and it hurt him to witness.
He was angry at Trevor for pretending to be so blind to what was playing out right in front of him.
He was angry at his brother for being such a fucking coward and pushing Cherrie straight into his friends awaiting arms. and he was angry at Cherrie for Leading Trevor on like this.
Jack hated it. Because he just wanted them all to be happy but he knew that none of them are going to be happy like this.
It was all so wrong .
He shook his head "look at her smiling right now Trevor." He determinedly pushed his friends head to force him to look at the scene playing out right in front of him to see.
Quinn was pulling her up onto the giant floaty , pulling her between his legs while she rung out her wet hair . Laughing at something he said , Quinn picking up some sunscreen and pulling her leg onto his lap as he gently rubbed it into her burning skin , eyes fondly watching her as she babbled away to him about something or other .
Trevor watched them, then swallowed his suddenly dry throat . "She's always smiling." He muttered , chest feeling heavy.
Jack nodded his head, pursed his lips and added "but you know who isn't?" He didn't give him a chance to guess. The answer was easy.
“My brother and look at him now!" He threw his arm in their direction, towards the beaming smile on his older brothers face as they chatted , in each other's personal space . Hands never far from her skin.
And Jack hated having to be the one to say it but, he just couldn't let this go on any further. It was getting ridiculous now.
"I mean , shit z! They look like more of a couple than you two do! They never leave each other’s sides and she only ever comes running to you when he can't be around! Come on man.." Jack was looking at him incredulously . It was so obvious to him.
But the truth was hard and Trevor just got angry instead . "she's allowed to have Friends! I don't know what you're getting at." He snapped at him, crossing his arms across his chest . Empty beer bottle tossed to the side in Annoyance . Not wanting to hear it.
Jack scoffed at him, not letting it go. "Yes you do! That's why you're getting so defensive right now. Because you know I’m right."' he shot right back at him . Just as annoyed at his refusal to listen to him.
"My brother has never been so fucking happy and you know who's making him smile like that?" He stuck to it even when Trevor glared at him and muttered for him to 'shut up' warningly .
"You're girlfriend." He told him bluntly , shaking his head. "Cherrie makes him happy. Genuinely . She always fucking has."
"So fucking what?" He spat at him angrily , heart pounding n his chest as the sinking feeling kicked in.
His eyes stinging "she's funny and she makes people happy. There's nothing wrong with that!"
Jack was getting angry now , looking at his friend in disbelief . Unable to believe what he was hearing.
"Why are you doing this to yourself?" He wanted to know. Confused and angry and done with it all.
"I know that you're not this stupid. And you're definitely not blind. This has been playing out right since the start man...she was his friend first and you..." he couldn't even finish his sentence before Trevor snapped again.
His face was desperate as he ran a hand through his hair angrily "I made sure that he was okay with it! I asked him if it was okay for me to go after her and he said he didn't care and to do whatever I wanted!" He butted in. He was not the bad guy here.
He knew how close Cherrie and Quinn were , knew the stories of how inseparable they were. But she was just so fucking beautiful and Trevor would have been an idiot not to shoot his shot when he found out that she was single and that Quinn was just a friend.
He had made sure to ask him, because he was a good guy. He had been drunk, they all had been. And Trevor could hardly take his eyes off of Cherrie that night as she danced with anyone and everyone , dressed in a tiny dress and a Hollywood smile on her face , he had been hooked .
So he asked Quinn if he could ask her out, and he had looked at him silently for a long moment before swallowing and muttering 'sure.' Not giving him much more of his time before he was making some excuse to leave. Leaving Him with the perfect position to slide in and accompany a confused and disappointed Cherrie when she asked him where Quinn had went.
"Home. Said he was bored and left." Trevor had told her with a charming grin. Love struck.
He had missed the way her smile had fell and the way she swallowed and let out a small 'oh'. Then he asked her out and her eyes had lingered on where Quinn had been sitting before telling him yes. Then the rest was history.
Jack groaned in Annoyance , head in his hands. His brother was an idiot .
“Yeah well, he's a fucking liar! Come on man, he's always been in love with her. And he's always been at the top of her list . Always. Just think back T. You know it's true." He pleaded with him.
So he did. And his heart broke to pieces .
He thought back to the day in March when he had arrived at her apartment after a long day of practice , wanting to just see his girlfriend and relax. Have quickie , some good food and get the hell to sleep.
Instead , as he walked through her door, he was met with the sight of Cherrie and Quinn sat crossed legged on her velvet couch . His girlfriend in between his spread legs , humming along to the movie on the tv while Quinn braided her hair , well, attempted to.
"It's only forever! It's not long at alllllll!" She sang out of tune loudly , leaning her head back against Quinn's shoulder to shoot him a cheesy grin. Serenading him on the couch , sounding absolutely nothing like bowie.
Trevor hovered by the doorframe for a moment as he watched them, putting his training bag down on the fooor with a slight frown. Having not realised that she had company , she hadn't told him.
He watched as Quinn chuckled at her dramatics , tugging on her hair on his hand a little to get her to lean back more , then he smacked the top of her forhead with his palm. Snickering when she gasped and send him a faux wounded look.
"You don't like my singing?" She pouted at him , letting him rest his arms around the front of her shoulders . Hugging her from behind as he leant back into the soft cushion on the couch , taking her body with him as she laid between his legs.
His eyes were glued to her singing lips as she continued to screech along to every single song that played on the labyrinth , doing her best to imitate them all. Terribly . But she was having fun and the smile on her face was so wide that Quinn felt his own smile begin to mirror hers .
Cheeks flushing a little with colour when she squeezed his cheeks between her fingers , head tilted back as she sang up to him without any embarrassment. Years of friendship solidifying the fact that there was no longer any shame between them.
She did and said whatever she wanted with Quinn , because she knew that his teasing was only ever from a place of love and humour. And that her stupidness was his own personal entertainment , and what was better than that?
"I think my ears are bleeding screechy." He told her with a shit eating grin on his face , easily dodging the slap coming his way.
He finished tying off the messy braid he had been working on as he laughed . Squeezing her to him fondly . "You're got the goblin voices down though. That's how you usually sound when you sing." He teased .
Cherrie gasped out a laugh , twisting in his arms to pinch at him. Grin too wide to be offended . "Hey!" She exclaimed , still not spotting Trevor by the doorway yet. Neither of them had, too far gone in their own little bubble to notice anything or anyone else. It had always been this way.
Their mothers had said that they got tunnel vision whenever they were together , needing to be physically pulled apart for them to listen to anybody else. It was like they went both blind and deaf, losing all senses when they were like this. Too lost in each other to care.
It had always been just Quinn and Cherrie, so adding a third party to the mix was strange and weird and not something that either of them were used to. And quite honestly , on Quinn's part, he wasn't keen on getting used to it anytime soon either.
And it wasn't that he didn't want Cherrie to be happy, because there was nothing more in the world that he wanted than to see her smile. But he just didn't like seeing her toothy smile being directed at anybody else but him.
He didn't like the ugly feeling it brought to his chest when she laughed at someone else’s jokes, he didn't like the way his stomach dropped when she told him that she had found someone. That she was dating again .
And Quinn hated it but mostly because he knew that this was his fault. He had been the one to give Trevor the go ahead in dating his best friend, he had practically encouraged it and pushed her straight into his arms by not saying a single thing.
He didn't tell her that he didn't want her with anybody but him, he didn't tell her that his heart was breaking each time he saw her kiss someone that wasn't him. He didn't tell her that she was his best friend but so much more than that at the same time. He didn't tell her that he was certain that she was his twin flame, his soulmate , both romantically and platonically. That She matched him in every way.
She made him so unbelievably happy . Because he loved her. He was in love with her. Always had been and always would be. Because it was Cherrie. It was just as simple as that. How could he not be? She was everything to him.
But he never told her that. Which was why he knew that he had no right to feel the ache in his chest or the jealousy in his blood just at the sight of them together.
Because he had done this. By being such a coward , too afraid to tell his best friend how he truly felt. His future was on the line. Because to him, Cherrie has always been in that picture. . Well, every picture in his mind. She was the starring role.
He saw them being best friends forever , even as he got down one knee. Even when he married her, when they had their own family . When he got his own happily ever after.
She was his. Because she has always been there and he had been Naive to think that he was the only one that pictured Cherrie in their future . That he was the only one that wanted to love her like that forever .
He had waited too damn long and now Trevor had beaten him to it. And Quinn had to listen to her tell him all about each and every date they went on together , about the first kiss, the first time they slept together . The first time Trevor had told her 'I love you'. Quinn had to sit there and hear it all, like his own personal punishment for not opening his mouth and telling her how he felt all these years ago.
And now he has lost her to fucking Trevor of all people and he had to face the consequences of his own cowardness.
But he wasn’t going to lose her . He wouldn't let himself . Or them . Or Trevor . Or anything or anyone else get in the way of who they were.
They are still the same Quinn and Cherrie that did everything together , that had no personal space and no boundaries between them. They are still them and Quinn would have to be happy with that.
For now.
Before Cherrie could open her mouth to resort back to him, they both jumped when Trevor finally made his presence known to them.
Scoffing loudly as he entered the front room, cherries eyed widening in shock as she placed a hand over her racing heart, not realising that he had come in at all.
"You're not seriously watching this shit again Cherrie?" Trevor groaned , rolling his eyes as soon as he spotted the movie that they were watching.
Quinn tensed up for a moment , brows furrowing as he saw cherries smile drop for a second bedroom she quickly masked it and let out a laugh instead , but he could tell that it wasn't the same laugh that she been giggling with him. It wasn't as genuine or as light , more strained and accepting instead.
"Hey! It's my comfort movie Trev! I love watching it." She reminded him as though everybody didn't already know about her obsession with it.
But she had been watching it repeatedly since she was a kid and it wasn't going to change how. She usually alternated between the labyrinth and the Addams family . She was a woman of taste after all.
Trevor snickered as he wandered into the kitchen to grab a drink from the fridge . "And what to do you need comforting about?" He called to her in slight amusement .
Cherrie just sighed long and hard. Leaning her had back against Quinn's arm as she responded dramatically "life dude."
Quinn snorted , flicking at her forhead with his finger in amusement . He briefly looked up from her pretty face just as Trevor came back into the room, his eyes darting down to their position on the couch before arching his eyebrow at him.
Quinn just relaxed further into her , raising a brow straight back. He wasn't moving anytime soon.
"It's David Bowie In Tights". He stated like that was all Trevor needed to know . "She's never going to turn it off." He said.
Cherrie laughed , grinning at him as she levelled him with a look. "Don't put this all on me! You love it just as much as I do! You're the one that told me to put it on." She reminded him swiftly . Tucking her feet breath her to her more comfortable.
Quinn bashfully looked down at her hair instead of meeting her knowing eyes , fiddling with her braid he made .
“Cause I know it makes you feel better." He muttered quietly .
She looked at him for a long moment , taking in his scabbed nose that was still healing , his messy hair that was sticking out below his ears . Eyes trailing down to the sweatpants and her oversized hoodie that he was wearing .
Smiling a little at way they always ended up wearing each other's sweaters , even when they had they're own. Cherrie was certain that the reason most of her oversized hoodies had been going missing was because of him.
Both of them preferring to wear each other’s sweaters instead. It made her chest arm and she smiled .
"You make me feel better." She told him softly , honestly . Forgetting for a moment that they weren't alone and that her boyfriend was still in the room with them , watching their interaction with a frown on his face.
She added as an after thought "and you’re getting so much better at braiding now. I might make you do it for me all the time." She praised him , taking her braided hair out from his hand to admire his work.
She knew that he had been watching videos to learn how to do it for her after hearing her complain about how she hated doing her hair but hated having it straight down . Yet refusing to cut it.
So he had been learning how to French braid hair to make her happy. It was working . Quinn saw the soft smile on her Pretty face and blushed.
Trevors frown deepened . He coughed a little , feeling annoyed when both of their heads snapped over to him. Seeming to only then remember that he was even there at all.
Seeing his annoyed look, Cherrie gave him a smile "you want to watch it with us?" Having been trying to get Him to like her interests . But he just refused to bite. No matter how many times she begged him to watch her favourite Movie or listen to her favourite songs . He just wouldn't .
Quinn did.
Trevor scoffed out a laugh "fuck no. I can't watch this shit again. Not my thing." He said while leaning down to steal a kiss from her .
Deliberately deepening it for a moment for Quinn to see, narrowing his eyes at him a little when he finally pulled away.
Quinn's jaw was clenched as he stared straight ahead at the tv , kicking Trevor away from him seeing as he has to lean down onto his space to kiss Cherrie since she was still laid in his arms. Quinn wanted to kick the smug smirk Straight off his face , he really did.
"I'm gonna go play Xbox. Order me some takeout please? Quinn's paying." Trevor said with a smirk as he gave her one last kiss before moving away to head to her gaming room Instead.
Cherrie let out a disappointed sigh, watching him go with a small frown.
Quinn scoffing beneath his breath as him. "Fuckhead." He muttered moodily "I'm making sure they soak his pizza in pineapple." He said.
Cherrie looked at Him in amusement "he hates pineapple ." She replied. Letting him pull the fluffy blanket around them .
Quinn dimming the lights as he pulled her closer to him. Gently Stroking at the soft skin of her stomach where her shirt has ridden up with his thumb.
"Exactly." Was all he murmured . Grinning at her as he tucked her into his side. Pressing his lips against the side of his head, content that she was still there with him. Not leaving him at all.
"He's an idiot by the way." He commented quietly a few minutes later as they watched her favourite film "this is great." He told her in a mumble he, not looking at her. Grateful for darkness in the room so that she couldn't see the dark flush on his cheeks.
They grinned at each other and cuddled even closer on the couch . Forgetting that Trevor was even in the same apartment as them at all.
Then Trevor thinks back to the time when he had walked into another close scene of them, having become more accustomed to their closeness and weird moments together the longer that he dated her .
So He wasn't that surprised to find them in her bathroom Together , Quinn sat on a stool with Trevors girlfriend in front of him in just a tshirt, gold eye masks on her face as she held his face in her hands . Plucking his brows.
Trevor paused by the open door , sighing in exasperation as he looked at them. "What the hell are you two doing now?" He wondered. Getting their attention.
It was only Quinn that glanced at him, cheeks red as he sat still on the stool for her. Eyes warily eyeing Cherrie as she brought the tweezers closer to his eyes.
"Making him look pretty." Cherrie murmured in concentration . Tongue poking out between her teeth as she plucked some hairs , Quinn wincing like she had cut him.
Trevor laughed. Loudly . "You got magic baby?" He teased. Smirking at the unimpressed look Quinn immediately shot him.
"Fuck you! You're girlfriend thinks I'm pretty." Quinn shot back at him just as quick .
Trevor rolled his eyes "my girlfriend hugs wet dogs and thinks rats are cute. Her opinion can't be trusted." He said.
Cherrie shot him a glare over her shoulder at that, shaking her head at them. "And your girlfriend is right here. Shut up." She snapped at him before looking back down at Quinn.
Gently tilting his head to get a better angle , feeling the heat of his skin beneath her fingers . His eyes flittering around her face, counting her freckles now that she was so close . He let out a slow , shaky breath.
"Keep still Q." She murmured to him softly "they're gonna look so good." She promised him.
Quinn just sighed , letting her do whatever she wanted to him. If she told him she wanted to shave his head he would let her. He never could say no to her.
"Just- just don’t make them too thin alright?" He muttered instead. Wincing at the pinching pain as she plucked some more.
Trevor shook his head in disbelief at them , leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest as he watched them .
“I can't believe you're letting her do this." He said to Quinn honestly.
Quinn didn't even glance at him as he answered in a mutter . "why not? Have you seen her brows? They're perfect and she does them herself. No better person to do it." Meaning it.
She always helped him take care of his appearance the best that she could, knowing how lazy he got with it. It was thanks to Cherrie that his hair was in nice condition at all. She had been the one to go out and get him some fancy shampoo and conditioner , making him do hair masks with her when she did one.
She trimmed his nails when she did her own, even painted them when she was bored. She was the reason he now had a skin care routine .
Having enjoyed the way that she would take her time and softly rub the lotions and creams into his skin, carefully showing him how to do it .
Yet he always complained to her that it didn't feel the same when he did it, grinning smugly to himself when the night would turn into a mini spat night for him instead. With him lying lazily against her pillows as she did his skincare for him, her hands gently rubbing in oils and creams until he was halfway asleep on her bed.
He loved it. So what? She was making him feel good and look good at the same time. He wasn't going to say no to that. He wasn't that fragile in his own masculinity, thank god.
He Liked her doing his nails and his hair, liked her making him all soft and pretty. Simple because it made her happy and that made him happy In return.
Cherrie grinned down at him, pushing his cheeks together until his lips puckered as she cooed down at him . Flattered. "Awww! Thank you." She finished off his brows quickly. Nudging Him over to the mirror to take a look.
"Alright weirdos." Trevor took this time to slide in behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist as he tucked his face into her neck. Sighing happily as he gave her a firm squeeze.
"We still on for tonight baby?" He checked in with her lowly .
Kissing down her neck as he pulled her close to him making her sigh quietly. Eyes fluttering closed as his hand slid beneath her shirt to rub at her hips gently. Teasing her .
“Italian food and Netflix in bed?" He pulled away to wiggle his eye brows at her suggestively .
Turning her body around to face him , her back now to Quinn as he watched them through the mirror l with a scowl on his face . Blood burning and heart aching.
Quinn diverted his eyes as soon as he saw Trevors hand wander to her ass in the reflection , catching sight of the way he squeezed and slapped at it playfully , rocking her hips shamelessly into his as he kissed her. Not caring that he was there.
Cherrie was giggling against his lips, blushing a little at the attention . "Sure. Can't wait." She mumbled into the kiss, getting lost in the feeling of being kissed for a moment .
Moaning a little as she felt his hand slid between her legs teasingly , titling her head back with his free hand as he sucked at her neck, leaning his mark for Quinn to see .
"So good for me huh?" Trevor murmured smugly as he teased her, lifting his head to make eye contact with Quinn through the mirror.
The tension rising in two different ways as the older hockey player glared back at him hatefully , Trevor feeling smug for a moment that she was finally Paying him attention like she should have been.
"You two make me sick." Quinn snapped while turning around. Sick of seeing them. Sick of seeing Trevor hands on her soft skin , touching her in ways he could only dream of.
But most of all he hated that it was his fault for wasting his chance. Hating the way that it could have been him taking her back to her room, pinning her ahinst her bed as he fucked her loudly for everyone to hear.
But instead it was Trevor that got to do that now and Quinn had to suffer through the night , grinding his teeth as he laid in the spare bedroom to her own room.
Hearing her bed frame big off the wall over and over again . His eyes squeezed shut in both anger , jealousy and shame as he listened to her getting fucked by Trevor. Her moans Loud as she screamed his name , her crys and whimpers making him hard as he clenched his jaw. Blocking out Trevors grunts and his stupid voice calling her a slut and demanding her to tell him who fucked her this good.
And when she moaned 'you do.' Quinn pretended that it was him she was fucking. That it was him she was sucking off. That it was him she was cumming around that night .
He kept his eyes tightly closed , his heart pounding in his chest as he wrapped his fist around his rock hard cock and jacked himself off to the sound of her screams in the room next door. Rutting into his hand frantically as he clenched his teeth together painfully as he heard her scream , begging to be fucked harder .
Hating that it wasn't him , knowing that Trevor could never fuck her the way she wanted. The way only he could .
He came into his hand Wishing that it was him.
Then there was that moment in the bar when someone Thought that Quinn and Cherrie were together . Like he was just the extra friend .
He was Busy talking to Jack with a beer in his hand. Barely listening as his girlfriend chatted away to a girl she had made friends with in the toilets , all of them tipsy as she showed off the bracelet on her and Quinn's wrist to the girl proudly.
"I made them! Look.." she beamed while gently twisting his wrist closer to show her Quinn's bracelet.
"It’s supposed to bring him luck and good health. I put little crystals and gems on it too for protection since he's always getting his face busted in games." She rambled to her , leaning onto his side with a grin.
Quinn wrapped his arm around her shoulder, just sipping on his beer as he watched her fondly as she rambled on and on, having fun. Making friends.
He has always enjoyed watching her like this, it amazed him to see how magnetic she was, how easily she could make friends and talk to people like she has always known them. Making them feel special. It made him smile against his bottle as he watched the girl gush over their matching bracelets she had made them.
"Babe! Tell her- it worked didn't it? Like- he scored as soon as I gave it to him! The woman at the Crystal shop told me it would give him luck. I even put it out to charge under the moonlight for extra luck! Didn't I babe?" She nudged Quinn drunkenly , nodding for him to tell her.
Quinn chuckled , nodding along . Gently squeezing her shoulder with his hand . "She did and it did. It works good. No pucks to the face so far." He confirmed with a laugh. Ruffling her hair affectionately.
The girl cooed at them, just as drunk. Pressing her hands to her cheeks as she beamed at them. "Awww! You two are so cute together! Such a perfect match! How long have you been together?" She gushed obliviously . Assuming they were in love. They looked it.
That caught Trevors attention. Body freezing as his conversation with Jack paused , both of them glancing beside them to see Cherrie and Quinn blushing , Trevor laughing loudly as he smacked jacks arm, as it to say 'believe this?'
Jack just grimaced.
"Oh no!" Trevor shook his head quickly asserting himself into their group.
"she's my girlfriend! Not his. They're just friends!" He let her know. Pushing away the churning in his stomach . Shaking off his sudden unease .
The woman frowned at him. Then she looked between Quinn and Cherrie in surprise . "Wow really? I never would have guessed!" Was all she said before exchanging numbers with his girlfriend . The two giggling and promising to hang out , Cherrie grinning to herself as they wandered off the bar together to meet the rest of her friends she came with . Just Happy that she made a new friend.
It left Jack stood between a scowling Trevor and uncomfortable Quinn who was refusing to look at either of them. Just sipping on his beer quietly as he fiddled with the bracelet around his wrist .
"Jesus...that was awkward ." Jack muttered. Nervously looking between the two of them.
Trevor scoffed, glaring over at quinn who refused to look at him. Just pursing his lips and staying quiet.
"That was weird right?" Trevor tried to brush it off. "Like, why would she even think that?" He laughed weakly.
Quinn didn't answer . Leaving Jack to silently
shake his head in disappointment and disbelief , giving his older brother a disapproving look that he refused to see.
Sighing to himself, knowing that this was not going to end well.
Then Trevor thought back to all the times that Cherrie had cut a date short because of Quinn , some lame excuse . Just like the time that Quinn had called her halfway during their date night at a fancy restaurant.
Trevor had been enjoying himself , chatting away to her about how good his season had been recently. Just admiring how stunning she looked in the candlelight , dressed in a pretty dress with her hair and makeup done perfectly. Looking like a supermodel.
Only his mood quickly came crashing down when she got done with her quick phone call and gave him a small grimace , already pushing her plate away from her . Mind made up before he even knew what was happening .
She was calling over to waiter to make her soup to go, looking down at Trevor apologetically while he just gaped up at his girlfriend in disbelief.
"What the hell are you doing? Where are you going?" He rushed out , annoyed and embarrassed. Feeling eyes on them.
Everything had been going so good until Quinn called. It was always Quinn and Trevor was starting to hate it. He knew that they were friends but this was ridiculous .
They were on a date for fucks sake!
"Quinn's sick and his head is flaring up from the hit on the rink! We're gonna have to rain check." She tells him In a hurry.
Offering a smile to the waiter returning with her packed up soup that she planned to give to Quinn now. Hearing his throaty voice on the phone as coughed and sniffled , not sounding good at all.
She was already planning on stopping at the store to grab some painkillers and cough syrup, maybe some ice cream too. Going through their usual plan for when one of them was sick.
It didn't matter that she was in the middle of a date, all that mattered to her then was getting to his apartment to look after him. Knowing that he was alone and hating that he was while feeling like this too. They always looked after each other . That wasn't going to stop now .
Trevor wasn't letting it go so easily this time and before they knew it, they were arguing about it in the middle of the restaurant.
Glaring over at his girlfriend in disbelief "he's a big boy who can take care of himself ! I don't get why you have to be the one to look after him!" He snapped at her angrily .
Cherie glared straight back "because he's my best friend? That's why!" She shot back at him. Annoyed. Grabbing her bag.
Trevor scoffed humourlessly , crossing his arms over his chest as he watched her pull out her phone to tell Quinn that she was on her way.
He shook his Head bitterly . "are you serious? You might've well have had him on the fucking date with us. You've been texting him the whole night too! It's always Quinn this and Quinn that, while I'm right fucking here!" He almost shouted at her, frustrated and jealous that her attention was never 100% on him.
Cherrie just looked at him then , guilt on her face as she wrapped her arms around herself. Not knowing what to say.
She swallowed "I'm sorry Trevor. I don't know what to tell you. You know we're close-"
He had heard it all before. So he just waved off her excuses with a heavy sigh, rolling his eyes in defeat .
"Yeah I do. Whatever Cherrie." He muttered . Not looking at her.
There was an uncomfortable silence, Cherrie glancing over her shoulder , rocking on her feet. Wanting to leave to get to Quinn but the guilt keeping her standing there for a moment longer .
She winced and softened her voice "are we okay trev?" She asked him quietly. Guilty.
But they both knew where her loyalty lied and it wasn't with him. She wasn't going to stay . Not while her best friend was sick and alone and needing her.
Trevor looked at her, taking in her pretty face and stunning dress and sighed. Rubbing at his Face , he nodded his head. Shrugging as well.
"We're okay." He lied.
Then there was the wedding where it all
Came crashing down . Trevor has been stuck watching as Quinn walked Cherrie down the isle, best man and maid of honour . Cherrie looking as beautiful as ever, and her arm firmly hooked through his as they both grinned each other . Looking perfect together.
He barely soldiered through that but it got too much when he noticed how Quinn couldn't keep his eyes off his girlfriend . Gazing at her longingly as they stood at either side of the bride and groom , grinning at each other occasionally .
Quinn smiling softly to himself as he watched Cherrie get emotional as the vows were said, his eyes never leaving her pretty face the whole ceremony.
Sat miserably on the wooden benches beside Jack, Trevor glared at him . Chest feeling tight.
“You're brother has a staring problem man." He snapped quietly to him, visibly annoyed. Rose coloured glasses long gone .
Jack just sighed, also annoyed by now. Having been putting up with this for months . Wishing that it would just stop. And that they could all see sense . But it wasn't happening. And it was frustrating to sit back and watch, unable to do anything .
"You have a problem . He's not looked away from her since the moment they met Z. This isn't new." He said to him honestly .
Not getting it at all. It all seemed to simple and easy to him, he didn't understand why they were all even playing this game and hurting each other Like this. It made no sense to him. He thought they are all being incredibly stupid.
Then Jack watched Trevor sulk at the table with a glass of wine in his hand and sighed , having enough.
He sat beside him with a frown "come on dude, what are you doing?" He snapped at him. Sick of it.
Trevor frowned at him, lips pursed. "At a wedding?" He tried playing dumb. But it wasn't working at all.
The sadness and headache was written all across his face after watching them the whole night together, seeing the way they so naturally fit by each other's side. She had even managed to drag him to the dance floor with her, hands around his neck and Quinn's low around her waist as they swayed together to the music . Smiling at eachother like nobody else existed.
They looked so happy . Trevor felt sick.
Then he watched as the bride finally threw the boutique of flowers behind her , and low and behold they landed straight into cherries hand.
As though fate was laughing at Him Cruelly , tears stinging his eyes as he watched his girlfriend glance straight over to Quinn , not him , as she caught them. Clutching them to her chest tightly as she giggled , flustered with all the girls cooing at her, nudging her and laughing along as she looked straight at quinn. Raising a brow at him in amusement . Showing him the flowers .
And Quinn was already looking back at her , of course he was , a shy smile on his face as he shook his head affectionately at her .
Opening his arms to pull her into his embrace , before plucking one of the smaller flowers from the bouquet and putting it behind her ear gently. Neither of them even glancing his way. Seeming to forget he was even there at all. Like they always did.
He sniffled sadly he felt Jack pat his shoulder sympathetically , muttering curses about his brother and how sorry he was . But he was glad that he knew now. That he was seeing what he was seeing finally. At a wedding of all places.
And Trevor could only groan and put his head in his hands, heart falling to pieces .
"Shit." He groaned sadly. Seeing the truth a little too late. Denial has been a nasty birch but it was over now.
He saw it all.
Trevor finally got the courage to corner Quinn later that night. Seeing him sitting by the edge of the dock after the reception , everybody else still inside getting plastered and having fun.
But the air was somber as Trevor slowly lowered himself to sit beside Quinn, startling the older player from his thoughts as he looked at him in surprise .
"Z-" he knew. He knew that he knew. Of course he did. How could he not? The guilt was written all across his face.
It had been a long time coming hadn’t it?
Trevor shook his head angrily, clenching his jaw as he tried to refrain from punching him straight in his face like he wanted to. That wouldn’t solve anything.
"Why did you let me date her if you're in love with her?" He's blunt with it. There was no other way to say it.
He Sick and tired of all the lame excuses and long roads of denial. Of all the cowardliness and half bitten truths. It hurt too much now and he just wanted it to stop.
This was too much . It didn't feel so good anymore . Not when he knew for sure that he wasn't the right guy. His heart was sore and he fucking hated feeling like this. He couldn't believe that he had been so stupid and so naive to think that he could have been the one. Believing That she could ever had loved him like she did Quinn.
That was sick dreaming but now his eyes were wide open and his heart was breaking. Because he knew what everyone around him already did.
And it hurt. So fucking bad.
Quinn's eyes widened in shock, shame and guilt almost shutting him down and he stammered out nervously , heart pounding in his Chest.
"I am not! Z- come on- I don't-" he can't even finish his lie. Tongue tied as he tried to deny the truth but he just couldn't anymore , the dark, ashamed flush on his face easily giving him away.
It was hurting him too. So fucking much. Because love had never been easy and it was finally knocking at their door, begging to be let free.
The truth hurt. It always did.
But Trevor just shook his head , face going blank .
"I asked you if you were okay with it and you said yes. I never stole her from you."He muttered angrily .
Eyes Staring blandly out at the lake , not wanting to look at him anymore as his heart was finally shattered apart , as the truth came crumbling down around them. Cutting the both of them open, but only one of them was getting out of this unscathed and with the light.
Quinn swallowed guilty , lower lip trembling as he followed his gaze out to the water surrounding them.
His heart dropping to his stomach, knowing that he really did know now because Trevor wasn't stupid. He liked to act like he didn't know what was going on but he did.
But sometimes it was easy to ignore the signs and to brush away the unease and suspicions when love was on the line .
Because Trevor had wanted Cherrie so fucking bad that he had been willing to overlook the truth, to ignore that she wasn't in love with him . That he wasn't the one she searched for in every crowded room.
He wasn't the one . Would never be.
He had wished so badly to be, had done everything he could to get her to return his love but it just hadn't worked.
Because she was never his to begin with .
"She...but she said yes to you." He mumbled out quietly , swallowing anxiously as he fiddled with her bracelet around his wrist that he had yet to take off .
The lump in his throat only growing bigger as Trevor laughed sadly, shaking his head bitterly at him .
"yeah she did. 'cause you didn't say no. I was the other option. The other guy . I was so fucking stupid.." he laughed humourlessly , wanting to slap himself for being so foolish with naive hope that it really could have been him.
Quinn went silent . Not knowing what to say. What could be said that he didn't already know?
Quinn was in love with Trevors girlfriend and had been long before he had even met her. And deep down. Trevor had always known that it was true.
He had seen the looks, the touches and the obvious love between them but he has still pursued her. Because she was beautiful Cherrie and he was just a man who fell in love.
He laughed in disbelief while rubbing a hand over his face in both anger and sadness . Because this was it .
“I can't believe that I've been so stupid to think that it would stop , and that you would two would get over each other , and that she would be happy with me!" The tears filled his eyes . Sniffling to himself as the pressure mounted his chest . Heartbroken.
“She is happy with you-"Quinn croaked guiltily . Watching him from the corner of his eye as he harshly wiped the tears from his face , snapping his head over to glare at him. Done with the lies.
He cut him off angrily. "No. She's happy when you're there with us! I've been third wheeling my own relationship trying to convince myself that everyone else was wrong. That I could be the one! Like that was ever an option!"
Quinn looked back at him then, and frowned defensively. "What? You wanted her to ditch me for you? Relationship or not . That was never going to happen. We're best friends-" he started to argue back because the guilt was killing him and he hated the way it was making him feel.
He didn't want to be the bad guy in Trevors story but some things just couldn't be helped. It was too late now. Trevor was the other guy and he was only finding that out now, and it hurt. Of course it did. This was what Jack had tried to warn him about from the start.
He laughed or maybe it was a cry , he really couldn't tell anymore . His heart was fucking breaking and he had never felt so stupid in his life.
"Oh come on! cut the shit Quinn! Stop fucking lying to me and to yourselves . You're not just 'friends'. Friends don't look at each other the way you do . At the wedding-" he took a deep breath to push down his anger , his sadness quickly taking over for him instead. Pushing him on.
"You looked at her like you were imagining her walking down that isle to you. And when she caught those flowers- you smiled. So fucking hard man! That was the moment I knew. It’s never going to be me is it?" He realised out loud. Looking straight at him.
The truth cut deep. But the knife went both ways.
Quinn blinked back the tears from his eyes, guilt clouding his face horribly. Feeling like complete and utter shit as he saw the hurt written across his face.
"Z-" he started say but his voice cracks with pain , feeling horrible for what he had done . The hurt they had both caused him without even realising it.
He laughed humourlessly , shaking his head as he wiped his nose with his sleeve. "No! No. Don't try to sugar coat it or make me feel better! Cause that's not going to work. I just want the truth! Tell me the truth Quinn!" He shouted at him. Tired now.
There was a long , tense pause where they both just looked back out at the lake again , hearts aching.
Quinn swallowing as he looked down at the bracelet on his wrist, gently caressing her initials on the small stone beside his .
"Are you in love with her?" Trevor asked him quietly . Already knowing the truth. But he wanted to hear it. Wanted some sort of attempted closure. Wanted to know that he wasn't insane. That he was right. That everybody else was right.
Quinn sighed shakily, cupping his mouth with his trembling hand as he tried not to cry.
"do I really need to answer that?" He breathed out quietly, voice barely a whisper . Eyes blurry from the tears. Unable to look at him from the guilt he felt.
Trevor sighed long and hard .
"yeah. You do Quinn. It's the least that you owe me. The respect to look me in my eye and tell me the truth." He told him seriously. Meaning it.
Quinn turned to him finally and his face read everything that he needed to know.
Despite knowing the truth , Trevors face crumbled anyways. A small part of him hoping that it wasn't true. That he was crazy. That she could be his.
But it was never going to be him.
"I'm sorry man." He pleads for him to understand "it's not my fault alright? I just-I tried not to be. I tried to ignore the feelings and push it away but-" he placed his head in his hands, feeling terrible. Shaking his head in frustration at himself .
"I can't. I've loved her since she opened her big mouth and called me a stupid idiot when we first met. And I've loved her everyday since. And I'm sorry. I really am. I'm sorry for hurting you but I'm not sorry for loving her. I can't be." He whispered brokenly .
Trevor doesn't say anything for a while. Just Shaking his head slowly in both resignation and disbelief. Unable to believe that he had let himself lie to himself for this long.
And All because he loved a girl.
Now look at him. Heartbroken and crying. So fucking sad. It was pathetic .
He was letting kind of wanting to kill Quinn. Kind of wanted to push him into the lake. Kind of wanted to pretend that none of this had ever happened just so he could get to kiss Cherrie goodbye one more time.
It just hurt. This whole thing had splintered him in half , he never knew that love could be so cruel.
"and she loves you too?" He sniffled.
She never said it back to him. No matter how many times he told her that he loved her. He really should have known.
Quinn swallowed thickly , guilt keeping his eyes down to his feet in shame . "I think so. I don't know.."
"Yes you do!” He muttered in annoyance while rolling his eyes , scrubbing at his face roughly with his hands . Heart shattered on the ground by Quinn's and his feet .
So He slowly pushed himself up from the ground and took one last look out at the calm waters around them.
Then looked back down to the tearful hockey player below him and nods his head to himself , accepting what was meant to be.
"You know she does. I know she does. Don't waste it man. I wish I was you. She's a forever kind of girl isn't she? " he lets his truthful words linger for a long moment "just not for me. Not my forever.”
"Z-" he calls up to him quietly , face confused , eyes wide as he looked at him.
“are you-why aren't you punching me?" He wanted to know. Having expected it. Or worse.
Trevor just cracks a sad smile and shrugs his shoulders . Tucking his trembling fingers into his pockets instead .
"what's the point?" He says honestly, exhausted .
“I can't change how you guys feel. I'll just have to change my feelings instead . She's really easy to fall in love with huh? Go tell her man. Don't be as stupid as I was." He advises him, not longer having anything left to say.
Not risking staying around any longer , not wanting to actually give into the urge to hit him. That wouldn’t solve his broken heart .
So he simply left. Never looking back.
Then six months later he's watching them kiss underneath the New Years fireworks. Tears of happiness in both of their eyes as they held onto each other tightly , everybody cheering loudly around them .
Quinn laughing tearfully as he held her face in his trembling hands. Telling her he loved her over and over again while she cried . Laughing along with him, the diamond ring glinting underneath the sparkling lights , proudly slid onto her finger as people congratulated them. Both of them lost in their own world together. not much had changed there .
They didn't see anybody else but each other .
Trevor downed jacks champagne glass for him and laughed a little to himself , watching in silent defeat as Cherrie looked over her shoulder with a grin worth a thousand goodbyes and hellos on her ruby lips .
He watched as her smile softened as she met his gaze , then as she gave him a small wave , Quinn to busy crying happy tears into her neck as Luke Wrapped his arms around the both of them . Shouting his congratulations and telling everybody that this has been a long time coming.
He couldn’t have been any closer to the truth if he tried.
Trevor’s face softened too and instead of causing a scene , he just winked at her . "Nice ring." He mouthed over to her , smirking a little. Heart still aching but she looked so fucking happy and he knew that she would look just as pretty in white.
She laughed. Then shrugged gently back at him, the apology in her eyes clear before Quinn was pulling her down for another kiss. Lost in her. As always .
And Trevor understood what that felt like . He didn't feel any anger then. Just an ache . A lingering feeling of 'what if?' And what could have been. That he knew would forever follow him around.
But they were happy. He couldn't , wouldn't, ruin that. He didn't want to.
Because he knew deep down that he could never have made her as happy as Quinn did. It was just the truth.
Jack was patting his shoulder gently . Happy for his older brother but also feeling sorry that his friend had gotten his heart teared in the process , caught between all the love and mess that love created.
But here they were. And time was moving on. They all were. Older but never wiser .
"What happened man?" Jamie was his clearly
gobsmacked.. way out of the loop as he gaped at Cherrie and Quinn kissing shamelessly in front of everyone , never letting each other go .
Having watched the eldest brother get down on one knee and cry his love for her in front of all their friends and family . It was safe to say that He was a little more than shocked.
Looking over at Trevor In disbelief , wondering what the hell he has missed. And how he could be there and not sobbing on the floor in grief.
Trevor just laughed quietly and shrugged his shoulders. Sighing long and hard Bedford he simply told him
“long story short I was the wrong guy."
But she has found him now. And she didn’t have to look very far because he was right there all along. Waiting for her to see him. And now that she did, she was all about him now.
And Trevor was just another star in her sky, while Quinn was her entire universe.
And long story short …he would survive.
#nhl oneshot#nhl imagine#quinn hughes oneshot#Quinn Hughes imagine#ice hockey imagine#ice hockey oneshot#nhl fic#Trevor zegras imagine#Trevor zegras oneshot#hockey imagine
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Would you be interested in doing “Broken one” by raelyn with James? Just like a readers who’s home life isn’t awful she has her mom and her mom is amazing. But when it comes to love she just doesn’t have a good foundational understanding unlike James potter who grew up amazing
obviously I loved this request so much and I hope I did it justice. It actually really hit close to home with me, so I'm really glad I got to write about it.
Broken One
James Potter x reader
words; 1,626
song; Broken One by RaeLynn
warnings; divorce (if you need to talk, reach out. this is something I know personally so I'd love to be someone you can trust about it.)
the disrespect this world has for never letting me know about this song until now smh
if you have a song request, or a normal request (bc i definitely get those out in a timely manner) just use my inbox. I love doing requests :)
this one might be a little confusing to read, lmk if it is haha
We grew up so differently
You had one house, one backyard, one Christmas tree
The difference was obvious between the two of us. Maybe only I saw it, maybe the entire world did. All I knew was I came from a broken home of divorce, my dad was a cheating drunk and my mom, although amazing, was mostly emotionally unavailable. James on the other hand, had parents who loved each other unconditionally, they rarely fought and acted like teenagers in love.
You didn't split your time, didn't wonder why, like me
“This came from your mother.” My dad said, walking into the kitchen and handing a letter to me.
“Thanks, dad.” He nodded briefly, giving me a tight lipped smile.
“Do you want anything to eat?” He asked. “I can make eggs.”
I smiled teasingly, “You gonna burn them again?” Dad took a swig of his beer and laughed.
“I’ll try not to.”
I smiled and carefully opened the letter. It was from James, so I assumed he forgot it was my dads week and sent his owl to my moms. I smiled as I read the letter, he’s such a sweetheart.
When I met your mom and I met your dad
Damn, it's cool to see that love can last
I watched with a smile as James’ parents danced together in the kitchen, completely forgetting the dinner they were making for us.
“Are you alright, love?” James asked quietly, not wanting to bother his parents.
I nodded, “I’ve just never seen something like that before.”
James pressed a soft kiss to my lips, “Soon that will be you and I, yeah?”
I smiled against his lips, “Yes.”
'Cause I never knew 'til I was loved like that by you
“Ohhh, Y/n! I’m in love with youUuUUuuUUUuuuuuUU!” James sang loudly in the common as I died with laughter.
Sirius joined as his backup vocals and air guitar and Remus rolled his eyes.
“Will you dimwits shut up, please? I’m getting a migraine.” He asked and James just sang louder, his vocal chords straining.
You could've seen too much work
All the missing pieces
Someone who's gonna leave
'Cause I come from leaving
“I’m sorry, I just-”
“No.” James said, crossing his arms.
I furrowed my brows, “No?”
He nodded and shrugged, “No. You don’t get to finish your sentence because I don’t think I’m gonna like the ending.”
“But Jame-”
He booped my nose and I pulled my face back in surprise, “No. And it’s Jamie to you, missy.”
Could've seen my past
Took a look at my baggage
And packed yours up and run
“You can cry, you know?” James said softly, sitting beside me on the porch of my moms house.
Tears filled my eyes at his words, “I should’ve had you meet them separately. I’m such an idiot.” I whispered, my voice cracking.
James pulled me into his side, “You’re not an idiot. They're the only idiots here. This was important for you, they should’ve been able to put aside their differences for you.”
But you saw a home in a girl from a broken one
“I want this one.” James said and I side eyed him.
“James, I love you. But this one sucks.”
James scoffed as our real estate agent (do they even have those?) laughed.
“That’s all right. I have one more for you two.”
“It’s perfect.” James and I said in sync.
She has my eyes and has your nose
I let out a wet laugh as my baby girl was handed to me. I gently pet her head, a few tears falling down my face.
“I think that was more painful for James than it was for you.” James’ mom said and I laughed as he grabbed my hand, ignoring the teasing.
“I’m at a loss for words.” James whispered honestly and I smiled at him as he stared at our daughter.
“Hold her.” I whispered back and he shook his head.
“I’ll hurt her.” He worried.
“You won’t, my love. Hold our little girl.” I said, carefully lifting her into his arms. He held her carefully, as if she was a fragile flower.
But thank God she never has to know
What it's like to grow up picking sides
“This is a recipe for disaster.” I muttered as James bundled up our daughter in her snow coat.
“No, it’s not. Relax a bit, Y/n/n.” Sirius responded and I glared at him.
“Don’t kill my kid or I’ll do worse than kill you.”
He grinned, “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
“She’s ready!” James proclaimed proudly and the two ran out the door.
I hesitantly followed behind them and watched as they swung her over a large pile of untouched snow. A small smile graced my lips as her laughter filled the air, before it was silenced as she fell into the snow. Instead of it catching her she just went right through. She began laughing again under all the snow and James hurried to get her out while Sirius was howling with laughter. Even a few laughs left my lips.
You could've seen too much work
All the missing pieces
Someone who's gonna leave
'Cause I come from leaving
“Shh, you’re okay, my love.” James whispered into my hair as I cried softly, clutching tightly onto his shirt. “Hey, beautiful, look at me.” He lifted my chin and I struggled not to bury my face in the crook of his neck again. “Hey, we are not your parents, all right? Not your parents.”
Could've seen my past
Took a look at my baggage
And packed yours up and run
I held tightly onto my son's hand as we weaved through the train station, trying to get to platform 9 ¾.
“Are you ready for this, Jean?” James asked our daughter who nodded nervously.
“I think.”
“Well, I know.” I chimed in and she smiled.
“Yeah. I am ready.” She corrected herself.
“First year of Hogwarts, and then in two years it’ll be you Harry.” I said, squeezing my sons hand as he smiled up at me.
“Ah, here we are.”
“Uh, dad, this is a wall.” Jean deadpanned and I laughed.
“Not just any wall, smartas-” I glared at James and he cleared his throat. “Alec. You walk through it to get to platform 9 ¾.”
“Huh?”
“Come on. Together.” I said and grabbed onto Jean’s free hand. The four of us as a group walked through the wall and were greeted with the familiar horn of the train. Jean went rigid and I looked down worriedly. “What’s wrong, my love?”
“I’m scared, mama.”
“No need to be scared!” A voice said from behind us and we turned around.
“Yeah! We can be best friends!” Two identical ginger boys said with large smiles.
Jean smiled, “Okay! I’m Jean Potter.”
“I’m Fred.”
“And I’m George. Or am I Fred?”
“Am I George?”
“What?” James said and I laughed.
But you saw a home in a girl from a broken one
“Ugh, Sirius is a dick.” James said as he walked into our room.
“Then why are you forcing me to let him live with us?” I asked with a teasing smile, setting my book down.
“Because I love him.” James laid his head in my lap. “But I love you more.”
Yeah, my raising wasn't perfect
But the girl you saw was worth it
“I feel so old.” I said, sitting down at the kitchen counter after dropping off Jean and Harry, Jean entering her fourth year of Hogwarts and Harry his second.
“You are, my love.” James said, kissing my cheek and grabbing some milk.
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”
You could've seen too much work
All the missing pieces
Someone who's gonna leave
'Cause I come from leaving
“Just go, goddamnit! Leave!” I yelled at my parents who were arguing over who got to see this kids for Christmas. “I mean, for fucks sake, get out of my house!”
“Y/n, that is no way to speak to you pa-”
“I think it’s time for you two to leave.” James said calmly after taking the kids to their rooms, walking over to the door and opening. I breathed heavily, my bottom lip trembling as they walked out angrily.
Once the door closed my shoulders deflated and I sighed in defeat. James silently brought me into a tight hug, quietly telling me he was there and everything was going to be okay.
Could've seen my past
Took a look at my baggage
And packed yours up and run
But you saw a home in a girl from a broken one
“Oh, you old bag. Shut your face.” I croaked from beside James’ hospital bed.
“You be quiet, you wrinkly tomato.” He retorted.
“Kick the bucket all ready.”
“Mom!” Jean scolded, holding her toddler in her arms.
“What? It’s gonna happen soon for both of us.” I reasoned and James laughed.
“You age like fine wine.” He complimented.
“You age like a banana.” I gently kissed his cheek. “I’m gonna miss you, but if I have to spend another minute in this hospital because you’re too stubborn to die I will kill you.”
He smiled and motioned me closer. I obliged and he kissed me like we were young. Passionate and loving. His monitor flatlined mid kiss and his grip on my hand lessened. I smiled sadly as a single tear fell from my eyes and landed on his cheek.
“It was his time.” I whispered. Two days later I laid in the same bed and took my last breath, the only thing on my mind was seeing James again.
Yeah, you saw home sweet home
In a girl from a broken one
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#aanoia#romance#marauders era#the marauders#james & peter & remus & sirius#remus lupin#sirius black#james potter x reader#hp marauders#marauders
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For as down in the dumps as Cene was feeling--and he was having a damn rough go of things waiting on his arm to heal--the one bright spot was Josh. It wasn’t even just Josh being by his side supporting him, though that was a huge part of it. It was also that Josh felt like a more solid part of his life now. He’d met Cene’s family and friends. Cene had met Josh’s best mates. Now that Oliver had met Josh too, there was one person left that Cene felt like he wanted to tell personally, rather than just letting him find out at Sunday quidditch. Which Cene had been avoiding since his injury, but Josh and his friends and family were probably right that he ought to start going. Spending time with them was always nice. Even if he couldn’t fly. Though he wished he’d waited to tell his mum he’d be there this week, because she’d obviously told other Tookers, who’d obviously told people at Puddlemere, and now it seemed like several of his teammates would be there. Which...they might as well find out now, if they reacted badly Cene wasn’t currently on the team anyways. But he wanted Jamie to hear it from him first, the same as Oliver had. Other than Oliver, Jamie was Cene’s closest friend on the team. More of a role model, maybe. But he was someone Cene trusted, someone he looked up to, and Cene felt like he owed it to Jamie to talk to him about this.
So the day before Sunday quidditch Cene sent Jamie an owl asking if he could drop by, and he was glad when Jamie got back to him quickly and told him to come on over. It was a surprise when he got to Jamie’s and saw Theo in the front yard, dressed in a pair of dirty jeans and a sweaty t-shirt, digging up some bushes. Huh. Cene knew Jamie and Theo were good mates, and now he thought about it Theo liked talking about plants and dirt and stuff. So maybe it wasn’t that odd to see Theo digging up Jamie’s yard. Still, the other bloke’s presence made Cene a little more nervous. He liked Theo a lot, was thrilled he’d stayed on with Puddlemere for another year, but if telling Jamie didn’t go well it meant there’d be someone else who probably wouldn’t take it well either, given that Jamie and Theo seemed like they were always on the same page.
But there was no turning back now. And what did Cene have to lose, really? For all he knew he might not even be back on Puddlemere. He pushed that dark thought aside--as much as he could ever put it aside--and called out a greeting to Theo, who turned and did an impressively good job of saying hi to him like things were normal and Cene hadn’t been out with an injury for a month questioning his entire future. All the blokes on the team had been great, showing up at the hospital, keeping in touch, but in some ways hearing from them hurt, a reminder of what Cene had lost. Still, seeing Theo would have been a pleasant surprise if not for his nerves about why he was here. It was a relief when Theo said Cene should go on in. “I’ll be finishing some stuff up out here, let you have Jamie to yourself for a bit.” Thank Helga for that. Maybe if things went sideways Cene could make a break for it before Theo found out what he was here to tell Jamie.
It was tempting to just make a break for it now and avoid this whole conversation, but Cene reminded himself that Jamie was great and there was a reason Cene wanted to tell him personally. He braced himself, waved to Theo, and then knocked at Jamie’s front door before letting himself in as Theo had instructed. “Hey, Jamie. Sorry, I didn’t know you had someone over. This could have waited.” Theo hadn’t seemed at all put out to see Cene, and Cene wasn’t actually even sure if Jamie had been hanging out with Theo in his yard or if Theo had just been out there himself, which was a little odd but maybe it worked out for them that Theo liked gardening and Jamie had gotten a house with a disaster of a yard. Still, an apology felt warranted; Cene hoped he wasn’t intruding on any plans Jamie and Theo had for the day.
#jamie#NO RUSH ON THIS AT ALL#I know we'd said we were gonna do something else with cene/jamie first#and we might wanna also do some more theo/jamie stuff first#since at this point in the timeline they'd be happily together xD#but i wanted to write something before bed#and i was just inspired by the thought of cene coming to tell jamie and theo just being there puttering around in the front yard#cene still just oblivious but then they can have a cute lil gay bonding moment maybe xD#i think i got the timeline right in terms of cene/josh starting to tell people close to them before cene was back playing quidditch#flashback
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fuck it proper intro time.
who are you and why should we care?
my names metaru, or Jamie/rea/defo/def/Dionne/tommy/clem/clement any of those is ok, and i use they/it pronouns! i’m a horror author and artist, primarily of fan work. currently i’m super into the dsmp, but i have a shitton of special interests that cycle, which does include the dsmp but also pokemon, sonic, homestuck, undertale, sims, gravity falls, the owl house, and probably more i’m forgetting. follow me if you like deranged horror AUs, fics, and art pieces centring around dysfunctional relationships (usually familial). i am also kin of protegeinnit /srs
do you have any other social media?
i don’t like social media very much but I do have an ao3 account, if that counts. i have a discord but i only use it to talk to my friends on our own private server tbh.
is x post ok to reblog?
yes anything here is okay to reblog.
can i dm you/send you an ask?
yes about anything unless it’s harassing someone who isn’t me. you are all besties to me.
why do you take so long to write/make art sometimes?
i have really bad chronic pain which knocks me out sometime. it sucks as much for me to not be able to create as it does for you to not be able to get creations.
do you have a dni?
no, i’ll just block you. as long as you aren’t a bigot and don’t harass my followers you’ll probably be fine.
can i tag you in things?
i’d love that please do.
do you really have several dozen c!primeboys AUs?
yes. i cannot stop thinking them up, ask me about them sometime.
what’s your opinion on *x discourse topic*?
my opinion is that discourse on tumblr is a toxic unnuanced mess that causes even unambiguously correct sides to be harmful and therefore i’m not getting involved. i used to post so much discourse as a teen and it was fucking stupid and actually put me in danger a few times. in general tho, i generally don’t see a point in giving a shit unless ppl are hurting others and if someone is only hurting others by accident they need to be treated with kindness too.
what the fuck is up with your username?
i’m physically and mentally disabled and think that’s pretty pog hence the proud freak part and metal sonic is my favourite sonic character hence the metaru sonniku part.
also important message that the way i write c!primeboys is based in part off my own family and if anyone is weird about it fuck off thats not only breaking tommy and dreams boundaries but my own.
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twin peaks 40s au?!?
twin peaks is problematic etc etc etc i love it and watched three times in one summer once and own the gold box edition of the dvds. if loving it makes me wrong then i will be wrong. also fuck the revival all my homies hate the revival. BUT I DREAM OF TWIN PEAKS AUS WITH THE KRAKEN. under a cut bc this got so long
ANYway WHAT IF shane and matty's japanese american hockey teammate got murdered in their small washington/british columbia border town and the local police (carson and soucy) couldn't solve it so they had to call in whatever the canada equivalent of the fbi is and SPECIAL AGENT CHRIS DRIEDGER CAME and he stayed at the Great Northern Hotel, which is also where shane lives bc he's hiding from his parents (matty's dad owns it idk)(also for purposes, matty and shane are in love but also they have the world's most pathetic crush on chris)(they also work in the double r diner with canner. don't at me). he meets in the hotel's dining room the mysterious PHILIPP GRUABAUER, a german national whose cabin in the woods burned down due to arson and now he just has to live at the hotel while he rebuilds his house by himself bc all the local craftsmen went to seattle to build warplanes and no one will help him or talk to him bc he is german. but chris does!!!
it turns out that philipp is both very intelligent and very patient, and willing to accompany chris on his various investigations and vision quests even though chris can get a little dreamy sometimes. they fall in love OBVIOUSLY bc what is more romantic than being haunted by owls and douglas firs. and ofc matty and shane's teammate was murdered by their coach, who was possessed by the demon of racism that philipp "exorcizes" with a baseball bat and then he falls off a waterfall. tragique. i know if this was a true twin peaks au chris would end up in the black lodge due to a real demon but frankly i don't know how dale cooper ever got out of the black lodge and i will not be watching the revival to find out. also tbh i'm not really creative enough in a david lynch way to really pull that off? so the racist murder coach simply: dies painfully. and then town returns to its sort of equilibrium of just trying to survive.
and then chris helps philipp rebuild his house 🥺 and splits his time between vancouver with canada fbi and the little border town.
obvi this fic is full of weird creepy shit and chris wearing tidy suits and grubi's eye crinkles when he smiles and shane and matty going 😍 at chris like giant baby birds but also carries multiple threads of tension abt grubi being a german national in the us during the height of wwii, about rising anti-japanese american sentiment on the west coast/pnw leading up executive order 9066, about matty knowing he is going to get drafted when he turns 18 and graduates high school and he's looking forward to getting out of his small town but not wanting to leave his friends and shane, about shane knowing when he goes back to canada he will soon get conscripted and he's so, so afraid of death so he's hiding from his parents in this random british columbia/washington border town but ofc there is no escaping death even among his friends...also just abt the devastation of the war on local industries and how a small town navigates that.
also no smartphones, many cool cars, people looking hot while smoking (bad for you but period appropriate), the andrews sisters on the radio all the time to the point of comedy, and chris is wearing well cut three piece suits while grubi rocks that jeans and flannel woodsman look. it's all very sexy and horrible
CRUCIALLY: jamie oleksiak is andy brennan and brandon tanev is the log lady 🪵
#obvi if i wrote this i would be incredibly too lazy to write any of that tension so would just set in the 90s to avoid smartphones#but also i dream of canner having a mid-atlantic accent he learned in prep school but now he owns a diner and he's trying so hard to get#rid of it bc he hates it but shane and matty are OBSESSED with it and try to imitate him all the time but they sound like morons#thank you for witnessing.....thank you for ASKING#cage replies#bropunzeling
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Not long after wad came out I had a dream that toh had a 4th season, but it was short and took place after the timeskip, almost like Steven Universe Future. I don’t remember what happened other than that King and the collector were having a huge argument, leading King to say “maybe titans don’t belong here” and fly away into some far away realm, never to be seen again. The season ends with an elderly Luz looking at her granddaughter, King never had been found. I was super pissed and was like “the whole point was that they stayed together!”
I even made a meme
Me before: I wish toh had another season ☹️
Me now: actually toh ended at s3 idk what you’re talking about 😀
And honestly my dream self was so real for that
#the owl house#toh#wad#watching and dreaming#toh watching and dreaming#toh timeskip#luz noceda#king clawthorne#the collector#toh memes#jamie talks about the owl house
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I still haven’t fully processed that the owl house is over.
I mean, logically, I know that it ended. I watched the finale and it was great. I have a whole bunch of bittersweet edits planned.
But it still feels… weird. That the lumity kiss was the last we’ll ever see, that belos is finally dead, that I’ll no longer be spending my Saturday nights watching the latest episode, waiting with bated breath for what’s gonna happen next.
It was announced that season three was gonna be cut short before season two even came out. I’ve had plenty of time to accept it’s ending, to prepare for the finale and find new shows, but even still, I’m sad. I’m sad that the show I’ve been watching for three years is done, I’m sad that we could’ve had twenty more episodes, I’m sad that I may never find another show that touches my heart as much as it did.
I’m gonna miss you toh. Here’s to the next amazing animated series.
#didn’t plan on getting all sappy at 12 am but here we are#ik to some people toh may just seem like a silly cartoon#but to me it was so much more than that#I’m really gonna miss it#but I’m excited for the next animated series to come along; and I’m excited for what Dana Terrace has planned next#the owl house#toh#the owl house finale#toh finale#toh season 3#toh s3#toh watching and dreaming#watching and dreaming#is it embarrassing that I’m crying over a show for 7 yr olds?#yeah but#idec anymore#jamie’s thoughts#jamie talks about the owl house
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HEY i’m open for art requests btw :)))
*gasp* what's this???
that's right, it's a....
☆ PINNED POST :D ☆
✧ you can call me james or jamie or cyan :)
✧ he/they works for now idk
✧ main fandoms: the owl house, amphibia
✧ other fandoms: she-ra (reboot), infinity train, wings of fire
✧ art tag is #my art :) - i put it down below too
✧ i should have a tag for me talking but i don't yet so i'll update this later ig
✧ my ao3 is Wild_Sapphic but theres nothing there yet lol
✧ am also planning to *maybe* start a yt channel if i finish any animations soon, so that's tba
✧ yup thats about it! might add to this tomorrow
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Tiny Beautiful Things Chapter 15
AO3
“What are you doing here?” She is flustered as nerveless fingers do up her shirt. The cool evening breeze helps to cool her heated face. Jamie stares at the stranger, awaiting introductions and struggling to get his libido down. “How did you find me?”
“Mrs. Murphy told me you were back here.” He smiles at them, “Can’t an uncle come see his niece? Now lamb, she didn’t say you were busy.” The setting sun shows the snow white hair blowing hither and to around his head.
“She didn’t ken.” Jamie mutters under his breath. This isn’t the way he planned on meeting her Uncle Lamb. Not that he has given much thought to it. But being caught like this was quite modifying. He is glad for the coming darkness. It will help hide his reactions.
“Quinton Lambert Beauchamp meet Jamie Fraser. Jamie, my Uncle Lamb.”
“Hello sir. Ah we… ah didn’t know you were coming for a visit.” He offers his hand and the other man shakes it.
“Hello Jamie. I wanted to surprise Claire. It seems I was the one surprised. Not,” he adds, “that I am not happy it isn’t that bloody Randall I am finding her with.” His own face turns red as a barn owl seems to hoot agreement.
“Now Uncle Lamb, your blood pressure.” She leads him to a bench and sits him down. “I am done with him, you know that.”
“I do. It is just the thought…” He turns his attention to Jamie, “She has told you of her ex?” Jamie nods, his mouth set in a straight line. “Good. I am telling you that I won’t allow such again.” His sharp eyes, so like his niece’s, meet his. Jamie gets the message.
“Nor will I. Anyone who tries to hurt her, they have to come through me.” He stands straight, his hands fisted to the side, his eyes steel.
“That is what I want to hear. I apologize for disturbing your date.” Jamie, embarrassed anew, simply waves it off.
“If you would have told me.” Claire takes a seat beside him. “Not that I am not always happy to see you…” The sun finishes setting and the garden lights come on. She sees the way he grins with his eyes down. There is something on his mind.
He pats her hand. “You wonder why the drop in?” She nods. “I will tell you. I am retiring.”
Her wide eyes meet his in the glow from the garden lights. “You said it would take your death to stop working. You aren’t dying, are you?” Jamie moves closer, ready in case he is needed. The wind picks up and it is the only sound for a moment. She is anxiously awaiting his response.
“No my Claire bear. I am just tired. I want to settle in a place that will be the same in a year from now, a place you can bring your children.” His eyes flick to Jamie for a portion of a second, “I long for someplace to call home. I am thinking about writing that book I have been talking about.” A book about his many adventures, it will be.
“I think it is wonderful. I was concerned that I would get a call from some outpost somewhere reporting your death. Where are you thinking about?” She takes his hand in hers. When did it become an old man’s hand, this hand that has always held hers?
“Well this part of the world is very nice. You wouldn’t mind me looking for a place in the Highlands, would you?” He winks at Jamie while waiting Claire ‘s response.
“Of course not! I would love you close. I have missed you Uncle Lamb.”
“Very good. Now shall I let you get back to it?” He grins. He has always been able to talk to Claire like this, except for the horrid years between thirteen and sixteen. But Jamie now, his reaction may be entertaining.
Jamie blushes bright red as Claire laughs. “I think the mood is broken. Shall I show you my croft house?”
“Yes, that would be lovely.” He stands, “It is nice to meet you Jamie.” The smell of roses and bluebells drift to them as the wind changes direction.
“You to sir.”
“Will you join us Jamie?”
“No, but thank you. I am sure you two have a lot to talk about. We can catch up later.” He replies to Claire. It is the right thing but, that doesn’t make it easy.
“Yes.” She gives him a meaningful look before leading her uncle off.
#my writing#outlander fanfic#omgbarbiegurl's and i's#tiny beautiful things#chapter 15#jamie and claire#cannon divergence#outlander fandom#modern au
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Talking about my Marcheron song with @cokehead-zeroed so I figured why not share my OTP playlist (it's not complete - it never is, tbh - but I'm still tryingto find songs for ot3 and JacMac, along with a couple others, so if anyone has any recs, send them my way):
McEichel - 18 by 1D
Marcheron - King & Lionheart by Of Monsters & Men
Matt/Brady - Kiss With A Fist by Florence + the Machine
Jacuzzi/Quinn - Intentions by Justin Bieber, Quavo
Dylan/Ryan - Come Home by One Republic, Sarah Bareilles
Old Marrieds - Here's to Us by Halestorm
Auston/Mitch - Closer by The Chainsmokers, Halsey
Paulie/Lazy - You and I by Lady Gaga
Burnzie/Tomas - Accidentally in Love by Counting Crows
Dewey/Kopi - Love the Way You Lie by Eminem, Rihanna
Kreids/JT - If My Heart Was A House by Owl City
Cooch/JD - In My Feelings by Drake
Nico/Nolan - Night Changes by 1D
Jonesy/Dills - Swoon by Beach Weather
Claude/Danny B - Picture by Kid Rock, Sheryl Crow
Dach/Boqvist - Lights Down Low by MAX
Hanny/Drat - Stuck with U by Justin Bieber, Ariana Grande
Jamie/Trevor - I'll Follow You by Shinedown
Trevor/Turcs - Everything Has Changed by Taylor Swift, Ed Sheeran
Briss/Owen - Invisible String by Taylor Swift
Thom/Kent - One Thing Right by Marshmello, Kane Brown
Cam/Cole - Just A Little Bit by Kids of 88
Cali OT3 - The Last of the Real Ones by Fall Out Boy
#playlist#i'm not tagging all these pairings ya'll#but i'll throw the#sibling incest#tag because i know it squicks people to even see it#fic stuff...kinda#that's hockey baby
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