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@br1llare
「 quinn. 」twenty-eight. he / him. bi. pro-hockey player. mentor. businessman. star wars fiend. chocolate matcha megafan. professional power napper. fighter first, lover second ( jk hahaha unless . . .?? ). a bit of a donuts purist. ice cream is calcium. live, love, and bag skate, bro!
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“can't you just make a new email?” is the response, letting the leash drop to the floor so the golden can go wherever she wants. they hug, and rory walks over to investigate the interesting things on quinn's countertop like the nosy person he is. liberty sits there like the good girl she is; politely waiting for quinn to reach down and pet her, tail wagging akin to a cyclone when he does. “i thought that's what i said?” brows furrow, trying to remember if that's what tumbled out of his mouth or not — a shrug, because he trusts quinn's judgement more than just about anybody. a grin at the present, shaky hands opening the case with a quiet thank you. “and they just give you this for free? or are these yours and i'm stealing them?” he's not quite sure; sometimes, rory wonders what he has to do to get free stuff — quinn's job is difficult, so probably a lot. “we can drive – i don't like ubers that much, they always wanna talk. and sometimes they just give me weird vibes.” they earn a living, so he's not going to knock them for it.
he looks for his sunglasses and then remembers he left them in his car. that’s fine, one less thing for him to carry. “ yeah — i got them for free, but i did some work, too. ” quinn doesn’t say he’s the brand ambassador. he enjoys being mysterious — no, it seems uncalled for, so he opts for the usual response. besides, he did work for it — promoting on social media and posing for the upcoming season. “ let’s go this way, ” he motions to the door to his garage, letting liberty lead the way. “ you ever thought about being a lyft driver? ” quinn asks as he leads them to his black mustang, opening the passenger door so liberty can hop in the back. “ you get to pick the music as long as it's not country, ” he adds before taking the driver’s seat, buckling up, and hitting the start button. “ all good? let’s roll. ”
quinn is your typical sportsman. sports, sports, sports with no whimsy vibes attached anywhere in his buffed body. and that is okay ! because marlowe takes people as they are - and gives them the whimsy they're missing. quinn has been her latest project going quite well, if she can say so. throwing quaints at him and seeing if it sticks. “ you had fun pitching my tent, don't lie. ” she rolls her eyes, but joyful amusement never leaves her. “ come and take this writing workshop with me. it's about have to write lgbtqia+ stories in a respectful way. something you definitely need, quinn. please, please, please, please … ” and it continues until he jumps in.
“ oh yeah, it was a fun workout. ” quinn nods, lazily crossing his arms and grinning at marlowe. what is she up to now? oh, a workshop? that’s not a bad idea. “ what’s it about? ” maybe he shouldn’t have asked because the answer isn’t what he is expecting. “ i don’t write stories, mars, ” quinn supplies, loosening his arms and straightening up. “ do you want company? because if yes, then yeah, i’ll come with. ”
"keep your voice down, quinn, they can't hear that shit, bro!" indigo gives him a feigned shush as they both make their way in the restaurant. she was starving to the point that all she could thing is dinner, and she had been busy all day long. "holy shit...24-piece, and different sauces....hell yeah, they have cajun sauce back too, man." they sat down, and instantly, she finds herself nodding. "hell to the fuckin' yeah, we're getting the new thing on the menu. you think they have rice too? i am so starved, dude."
quinn props his elbow on the table and looks at the overhead menu once more. they definitely updated the list for this month. were they expecting lots of customers? that’s probably why. “ pretty sure they have rice, or we can ask, ” he tells indigo, turning and looking at the list of drinks. “ we got some clout here; they know us — we’re practically patrons. ” truthfully, people know them in this establishment because they mentor and look after the youth surf club. and they have sent delicious food to sunset shack. “ okay, i’m gonna order for us. ” he scans the qr code with his phone and taps the link, forwarding him to a specific page. it didn’t take him long, and he moves his hand, showing indigo their full order. “ good? i’ll send it — we’ll get sweet potato fries as our starter. ”
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alyssa glances over at quinn before realizing that he had taken a selfie of the them both. " i truly hope you're planning on sending that to me before you post that anywhere ! " the blonde would not allow a terrible picture of herself to be posted up on socials … " i'm the most indecisive person that you've probably ever met.. of course i'm undecided. " she'd playfully laugh while looping her arm around with his. " perfect ! it'll probably take me at least 10 minutes to figure out what i'm going to be ordering anyways, so there's that. " glancing around at all of the people in line to see which one would've had a shorter wait time for the two. " we could do something savory and then sweet. i usually do like to save my sweet for last. " the one thing she hadn't tried yet was cheese fries and she had been meaning to but she couldn't figure out if she wanted to yet. raising an eyebrow at quinn's suggestion and then nodded her head. " you had me at chicken and rainbow waffles. let's go ! " she would say excitingly before tugging on his arm gently and leading the way over.
“ i’ll send you all the pictures, and you can pick which ones you like. ” he promises, playfully but lightly bumping their shoulders. “ solid compromise, right? ” you can never go wrong with chicken and waffles — rainbow this time around, how cool is that? laughing when alyssa leads the way, quinn pretends to resist and then caves, walking next to her as they look for the chicken and waffles stand. “ are you gonna get spicy or original with your chicken? ” he asks when he spots it, mildly picking up their pace. yeah, quinn’s hungry now; he’s only realizing this. “ short queue, we’re lucky, ” he whispers as they stand behind a person with neon blue hair. quinn suppresses his amusement — it’s reminding him of the smurfs, but he can’t tell alyssa yet because they’re behind the person. “ spicy chicken for me, yup. ”
hadley couldn't be mad at anyone for being late. this was mostly due to the fact that she could run into the same habit. fashionably late.. almost on time just a few minutes later. maybe even an hour ! if she was really trying to push it. " absolutely, don't worry about it. you'd be surprised to know how late i am half the times myself. " this was a habit that she truly needed to get rid of.. and she promised herself that she would have. " let's just hope it doesn't give us some crazy fortunes. silly i can live with ! " nodding her head at quinn's words. " i most certainly do ! astrology is fun to keep up with sometimes. i do llike to find out what my horoscope of the day is going to end up being. as long as it's positive.. i don't want to know about any of the negative things, you know ? " she would glance over at the fortune machine. her eyes had widened quite intently while watching over it before she followed them back over to quinn. " oh wow. would you look at that ? it's keeping us guessing. " anticipating quite patiently what they'd get out of the machine. " unless we're a banana ? " she tilted her head in confusion. “ they us to bake banana bread ? that's probably what they're getting at. but it is right in a way ! we just keep getting better and wiser. you can't argue with that. can you ? ”
“ i suppose when a banana is past its prime, ” quinn tells hadley while flipping the card over as though it’ll provide them more answers or an explanation. “ — you either throw it away or make banana bread. ” he hands over the card to hadley, giving her a warm smile. “ souvenir? ” their fortune told and done, quinn shoves his hands in the pockets of his baggy jeans, looking around and thinking about their next stop. “ what’re you in the mood for? ” there are a bunch of rides — kiddie ones, but adults are welcome on them, and somewhat extreme rides for the thrill seekers. mellow but fun ones like the carousel and the ferris wheel already have long lines. “ rides or games? ” quinn can’t decide, so he turns to hadley. “ or food? ”
his enthusiasm is palpable; it can be seen in the way he smiles, in the way his legs bounce, and in the way his hands can’t stay still between one set of beads and the next. he’s excited because he’s always liked creative things, colorful things, but above all, he’s excited because he’s doing this with quinn. “ i bet those bracelets will look awesome on you, you look like a bracelet kinda guy, yes, ” demian nods to themself, smiling brightly at quinn’s approval of their chosen palette, and starts measuring their own string to begin their creation—it’ll be a sensitive piece, not too tight around their neck, but short enough so it can be seen above their t-shirt.
“ i think an ombre effect is possible, yeah. i mean, look at all the material. ” demian points out the multitude of beads spread on the table, a variety of colors and shades for them to choose and delight. “ you should go wild with it, we’re here to have fun, not to be perfect or something like that. besides, i bet whatever you do will be super cool. ” he smiles again and fucking blushes, realizing how eager he had sounded, yet he doesn’t shy away from it—that’s how he is, he doesn’t have to hide it. “ how’s the drink, by the way ? it looks … really sugary. ”
“ i honestly don’t think i’m a bracelet guy, ” quinn admits, still trying to decide which colors he’s going to pick and maybe match. “ you’re the artist, and i’ll take your word for it. ” there’s something about doing this activity with demian — it’s fun, no pressure, and even a little therapeutic. also, when was the last time quinn did something like this with a total hottie? ( okay, that’s a rhetorical question; the answer is none of your business. )
“ i’m just gonna get all the shades of green. ” he sets aside a few beads, lots of green. some pale, some dark; he didn’t touch the neon ones. green is soothing to the eyes, after all. quinn picks up his drink and takes another sip, raising both brows afterward and grinning at demian. “ it’s delicious. they use diluted bamboo sugar, so it’s not too sweet. ” he briefly studies the cup and then offers it to demian. “ want a sip? ”
WHERE: casa de quinn. WITH: @br1llare + best girl ever (liberty dog).
liberty's already bounding up the steps as he opens the door to quinn's house, not even bothering to knock because he's just rude. “so, like, what's this business about you not being able to use your tinder?” rory is almost certain he's being pranked because why is there so many hot people in this damn city? some kind of extraterrestial crisis or something. “i don't know if they'd go for someone who's name is .. sexy sausage, though,” his nose crinkles a bit at it. liberty makes a noise of agreement - or maybe annoyance that this is not the park. “we can brainstorm. will you go through mine and tell me who's actually a decent person? i trust your judgement, you know more people here than i do.”
“ i seriously don’t remember which email i used, ” says quinn, phone in his hands and typing something on the screen. replying to his moms, the usual check-in, it’s all good. that done, he pockets his phone and gives rory a quick hug. and then he takes a knee and grins at liberty. “ hi, beautiful, ” he praises, giving her an affectionate scratch behind the ear. quinn looks over his shoulder as though he could see through the walls of his house and right to where his pool is. she could run in the yard and maybe take a dip. but alas, they have a fair to go to. “ yeah, we’ll look at people who swiped right. it's saucy sausage, by the way, ” quinn adds, teasingly correcting rory’s earlier remark, and then grabbing the rayban case from the breakfast counter. “ your sunnies, my man. ” he hands the case to rory and then grabs his carabiner keychain. “ you two okay if we drive, or would you prefer lyft? uber? ”
who: marlo and quinn ( @br1llare ) where: in front of heights community center.
marlowe's standing in front of the heights community center, gazing at the door intensively. she wants to walk in, truly, really, does. but there's something holding her back - like an invisible force wrapped around her ankles. could it be that marlowe dench is nervous? that would be a first in her colorful, eventful life. broad shoulders and sculpted muscles move in the corner of her eyes, catching her attention like as if she was a fish caught on a hook. she whips her head around. “ wait up, hockey man ! ” calls out, moving her stony legs towards quinn. “ you have to do me a big favor, 'kay? ”
you know that feeling you get when you know something or someone’s spots you — not in the gym, or the workout kind, is the thing — but more of a kismet. something almost deliberate. or it’s simply marlowe calling out your name. yeah, quinn’s stepping out from the side door, hears marlowe’s familiar voice, and turns to look. tinker bell, he always thinks — uh huh, definitely marlowe but groovier. more disco. “ i’m not pitching you a second tent, mars, ” quinn counters, tone laced with amusement. “ go for it. what’s this big favor? ”
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✩ ◞ STARTER open to @br1llare . ✩ ◞ location the roof of martina's house .
the pain martina feels is searing, blinding, as if someone had stabbed them and was now twisting the knife between their ribs, right where their heart is located. they can barely breathe since avani returned, and they know there’s little else they talk about with quinn these days, but they can’t help it. it’s avani, after all, the one they loved with the same intensity they wounded, the one whose heart they broke with the same desperation they made love to every night. “ what if i leave ? ” they break the comfortable silence they’ve been sitting in suddenly. “ what if i just … disappear. leave this goddamn town and, i don’t know, start anew somewhere else. alaska, maybe. ” they would never do that, of course not, but the idea is tempting. running is tempting, just as they did before, at least emotionally. “ it’ll be easier to get used to alaska’s cold than to … untangle all this shit, you know ? like—like, why the fuck can’t i figure out how the fuck i feel ? ” their eyes are pleading now as they look into quinn’s, and they sigh heavily, moving their gaze to the dark of the night above them once more.
the thing is, quinn knows avani is back, and he needn’t mention it to martina the first time because he knows that martina knows. it’s such a small world when it comes to the people they hold close to their chests — friendships, heartaches, a few that didn’t need any labels, and everything else in between. martina calls him, and it’s their soft voice ( sounding like they didn’t want to disturb the entire world ) and casually asking him if he wants to hang out, sit in silence. yeah, quinn could tell. now, he’s here, on their rooftop, next to martina and listening to the distant yet familiar sounds around them, to martina’s clipped yet rapid breathing. quinn knows that feeling, too, that pain — like a hook in your chest, catching you off guard when it tugs little by little and then it’s sudden, and yet you keep it in. because holy shit, it makes you feel something, doesn’t it?
he listens attentively when they speak, carefully taking their hand and lacing their fingers, squeezing gently. “ marti, alaska’s so fucking far away, dude, ” responds quinn, his tone assuring, sprinkled with playfulness. “ even if you go there, the cold will just freeze your feelings, and that’s even worse than untangling ‘em. it’s gonna keep an ice grip on you. ” he gives martina a small yet warm smile, nodding once and gazing up at the night sky. “ honestly? i think you’re already figuring it out. maybe now that avani’s here, you’ll get some clarity. sometimes, the one thing you’re running from is also the finish line, no? ”
kenna had a lot of pride in the events that she and her team had come up with so she got excited every time someone showed interest in the events. "it will be a walking tour. but i think that's all i can say." she made a motion of zipping her lips. "if you want to know more, i think you're just going to have to come see it for yourself."
oh, walking tour it is. cool. quinn waits for kenna to say more, and that was it. “ did you just — really? ” he looks at the flyer, squints mildly as though it will produce more information for him. “ do i go there now? are there time slots? aren’t you going with me? ” a small parade of questions, but he had to ask. “ kenna, you can’t just say those things and not give me anything . . . else. ”
honestly, if one were to ask indigo about her scenery as of late, she'd say the rainbow is too bright for her eyes during this month of celebration of pride, yet it was something she isn't really opposed of. it is one time, one month of the year to celebrate. "well, my rocket is pretty fast, and i'm starving like hell, bro, the second you said chicken wings? my stomach growled." indigo gives quinn this dramatic expression, putting her hand on her stomach. "i mean we have do the tall tables and just eat while standing, we can do this bro, we can adapt! we can't give up!"
“ so chicken wings are your superhero weakness then? ” quinn jokes as he motions to the door, letting indigo lead the way. he might have a couple of lemon ricola on his way; it did a bit of tiding him over, at least. “ holy shit, is that a new thing? ” he remarks when he sees the updated overhead menu, pointing at it so indigo can see. 24-piece chicken wings with unlimited sauces — it’s practically his meal during the season. “ alright alright alright, ” quinn says between them once they find a vacant tall table. “ are we getting the 24-piece wings or our usual 12 and a couple of sides? ”
" hmmm.. the rainbow ombre seems to be speaking to me ! especially if i just do the ends… " alyssa would say out loud as she contemplated about it. " i feel like you're right ! but then again.. the mermaid waves also seems really tempting ! " the blonde really liked being able to do the fun things. she hadn't really had the most time to do things for herself. especially with the upcoming fashion show, a lot of things had been set up and finalized. all she had to do now was get more of the set up for everything ready. luckily, quinn always knew what it was that she needed. and a day out ? was the perfect idea. relaxation time is important rather than always throwing herself into her work. being out and getting inspiration for new ideas always helped with her creativity. she would turn to him with a smile on her face, laughing a little while she nodded her head at quinn's words. " fine ! if you do something then it looks like i'll be doing it too ! what kind of best friend would i be if i let you do it alone ? but then you have to promise me we'll get food somewhere.. i don't care where but it's a must ! "
quinn listens and nods, beaming at alyssa before producing his phone and taking a candid selfie of them. “ let’s get food first because i’m pretty sure it’s why you’re undecided, ” he supplies as he offers his arm to her. “ today’s my cheat day, so we can have anything we want. ” just maybe not that fried butter one — he hasn’t mentioned it to alyssa yet, but it was a baffling sight, albeit the long line. “ do you wanna go for something savory first and then sweet, or the other way around? ” quinn asks while he keeps an eye on the food trucks and vendors. hot dogs are a staple, but they have that on the boardwalk almost all year long. is there anything alyssa hasn’t tried yet? “ chicken and rainbow waffles? ” he does some jazz hands for effect.
closed starter for quinn (@br1llare) location: stella's house
sock covered feet slid across the hardwood flooring as stella approached her front door, swinging it open with the excitement of someone much younger than the 26 year old she was. it had become her default setting at this point, and she'd stopped trying to cover it up years ago. her smile was wide as her eyes met her friend's then traveled to the bags of food in his hand. she hadn't even needed to tell him what she wanted, but she knew it would be 100% correct like it always was; a true testament of their close to 15 years of friendship (and nothing to do with the fact that she'd ordered the same thing since she was 19).
"tada!" she said with a flourish, holding up the small calico critter she'd picked out for him. "congrats on fatherhood, i hope you cherish him."
the beauty of knowing your best girl’s favorites — her usual, that is — is that her favorite place is as efficient with the prep and order. quinn didn’t have to wait long, too; it was ready for pickup, and off he went to stella’s. “ heeey, mi cara, ” he greets when he sees stella, one hand holding the bags of food while his other unlaces his chucks hi-tops with precision. “ hold up. lemme look at him, ” quinn adds after he’s set aside his sneakers, taking the cute calico critter and chuckling. “ he has my eyes, ” and he holds blue next to his face, playfully batting his lashes. “ i will cherish our firstborn. thank you for making me a father; what a gift. ” quinn tries to keep a straight face, though he’s mostly failing.
“ now where can i put down our food? kitchen? ” he remembers as he holds the bags out between them. “ where’s mimi, by the way? ”
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" it's about time you showed up !" hadley would say, she had been checking the time on her phone while patiently awaiting quinn's arrival. honestly, when the time began to pass she had began to even wonder if he was still planning on coming by. but she had hope that she wouldn't of just been left standing here. when hadley had seen him making her way over, she shut it off and put her phone back into her pocket. " oh, well, you better ! you weren't that late, but.. late enough ! i even started to think you had changed your mind. " she'd joke playfully, a laugh leaving her lips after her words. " let's hear it ! " hadley would say while waiting to hear what quinn had in mind for the two. they were supposed to be here to have fun and that's exactly what she was planning on. raising a brow when she had heard what he finally decided on. " oh.. i have to see what they'll say now that you mentioned it. i'm very much intrigued ! but hopefully there's only good things in our fate. and none of the bad stuff ! that wouldn't be too good. "
“ yeah? ” quinn mildly bounces on his feet, a little excited, a little giddy. firstly, he’s glad hadley isn’t mad — and he’ll make it up to her, of course — and secondly, opting for the unknown but fun things is necessary. it’s a beautiful day; they need to take advantage of it. “ oh, man. i can’t even remember the last time i saw a fortune teller machine like this one, ” he admits as they amble towards it. he can’t help but be amused because people are walking past it or downright ignoring it. “ do you follow astrology? ” quinn asks, glancing at hadley, and then noticing the machine needs coins. ah, maybe that’s why! he digs a few coins from his jeans pocket, drops a couple in the slot, and then they stand back. “ oh, what’s happening now, ” quinn remarks, snorting in amusement and looking at hadley with wide eyes. it looks like the fortune teller machine isn’t moving until it did — zoltar’s hand now moving, its pale hand touching the crystal ball. is it going to recite their fortune? what is it going to do? on cue, a piece of paper slides out from somewhere, and quinn immediately catches it. fast reflexes, heck yeah! “ the older you get, the better you get, unless you are a banana, ” he reads, showing the card to hadley. “ guess the fates are telling us to make banana bread. ”
xeno sniffs at the sleeve of quinn's shirt before letting out a little snort and walking away. iris can't help but let out a little laugh. " she said she thinks you're lame. " the brunette eyes quinn as he walks up to her, like she's thinking — studying. really, she's just trying to see the necklace. she should probably get glasses. " mmm, it's definitely ours alright — you're a nerd, by the way, " said with great affection as she takes the necklace into her hand to inspect the stone. " it's onyx. shields you from bad energy ... where'd you find it? maybe it meant to find you. "
quinn doesn’t like salmon, and he’s certain it’s why xeno never liked him. or thinks he’s lame. well, then. making a soft sound similar to an ah-ha! after hearing iris’ affirmation about the stone, quinn grins as he straightens up. “ i’m not even clark kent-ing today, but thank you. ” he points at his non-existent framed glasses. “ someone must’ve dropped it in the store — at the shack, you know? ” sunset shack has this little corner of lost and found; usually it’s trinkets most people don’t care for or something random like a mood ring. but jewelry like this one? rarely. “ iris, i like my necklace, ” and quinn tugs on the 2mm rope chain necklace around his neck for emphasis. “ it’s meant to find me, so i’d come to you, and here we are. but humor me — what kind of bad energy are we talking about here? ”
