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Quinn Okubo || Leo || OWL Player Don't talk shit about me.

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nijikato​:

She raised her eyebrow at Quinn, watching the woman tense and straighten when told to bow in front of her. It was interesting to her that, while she couldn’t speak for Quinn, Niji knew that most women would have this affect on her. What power she held in keeping the chaotic storm that is Quinn at bay was impressive and strong. And not to be abused. She loved Quinn, especially the chaos and intrigue that it brought into her life. “Knelt in front of me… Between my legs as you should be, Quinnie,” she cooed, offering a sharp quirk of her lips into a smirk. “In your place.” Niji leaned in just a bit as Quinn gave her small kisses along her jaw. It felt good to be back where they should be. Without the drama of their birthday weekend or the nervousness of them being out in public as a prince and princess. Right now, it was just her and Quinn and everything felt right. Niji took a moment to think. She wanted Quinn to know this. She figured if they were going to try this relationship thing, if that was what they could be considered, Quinn was going to have to learn about this one day or another. Yet, speaking it out loud would be hard. After nearly ten years, it was hard to get the words out of her throat, but on a page it was easier. “Why don’t you read until you think it is getting too personal, Quinn? Like if you become uncomfortable or upset?” She reached over and picked up the journals and yearbooks, holding them out for Quinn to take. “Hmm? Like getting you jealous over girls who could never compare to you?” Niji asked in reference to Quinn saying she riles her up in other ways. 

Quinn’s breath caught in her throat as the other woman continued to express that being on her knees like this, kneeling for Niji, in between her thighs is her place. Of course, that’s something she knew herself - she’s claimed these thighs time and again...that’s exactly what she’ll keep doing. Before her attention was entirely brought back to any journals or yearbooks that might be placed before her - she pulled back after she was able to show some affection in the form of kissing along her lover’s jaw. Her eyes fell upon the other girl’s thighs again - in a last second decision, she pushed the boundaries by pressing a few kisses against her inner thigh. “Be careful with how you rile me up right now, though, ‘cause I have it in my head that I need reclaim what’s mine,” she shared, being as playful as possible despite how jealous she was moments prior. Soon enough, though, she took one of the yearbooks that was being handed to her, prioritizing that, and shuffled through it - quickly noticing the lack of signatures and messages left in it from people who’d be considered friends and acquaintances. “Nothing about you will make me uncomfortable, though. Not even listening to you go off about girl’s you’ve had crushes on or have had sex with - I just wanna know what I can about you,” she got out as she finally found Niji’s yearbook picture. “This looks nothing like the woman I know - I think that says a lot about how far you’ve come, baby. Who were you, then, though? Do you still have things in common with the girl you were back then - y’know, aside from your love of music?”

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luciadelcastillo​:

“for my newest role - i’m a girl who works a bakery shop- so i decided to really give method acting a try, and I baked some shortbread cookies- just like my mamá used to make. -will you pretty please do me the honours and try one? I need to know if they’re good or not- and I feel like i’ll be a little bit biased.” ( @vestalanding​ 

Quinn took one look at the cookies before turning her attention to the woman in front of her - she’s certain she’s seen her in something, at least, but that doesn’t mean she’s going to try her cookies. “I mean, I love cookies as much as the next person but shouldn’t we be on a first name basis before I try your baking?” Quinn playfully asked. Soon after, though, she held her hand out for the other woman to take, finally introducing herself “my name’s Quinn.”

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kamsaelim​:

❝ that’s quite the struggle to geniuses, i’m afraid. as far as i can recall, it’s hard for us to keep thoughts concise & blabbering about whatever troubles non-stop is mandatory !! ❞ a joke would probably lighten up the mood, although the smile on his lips never fades away & it even spreads out some more as he holds out his hands, before he ceases their motion inches away from being able to touch her hair. ❝ do you mind ? i just want to test out the texture of your hair to determine what we could do for you. i’d immediately think pink, but you’re more of a combative soul & you shouldn’t just go for the easy way out. i’m considering blue instead. pastel blue. ombre would give it quite the character. like some goddess who’d be piloting a mecha & saving all of the useless guys who diminished her abilities to begin with. ❞ as he expects to get authorization to touch her hair, he’s shocked by her question & he chuckles. ❝ i’ve not been fired. i suppose my wording was incorrect, although i might be fired soon. i take way too many naps while working but i guess being an easy harlot is what’s kept me employed up to now. it gets them a shit ton of money anyway. ❞

There’s something so magnetic about Kam - it could very well be his personality or it could have to do with his appearance and the way he carries himself outwardly. Kam’s confidence shines through without shoving their ego down other’s throats - at least not from the few encounters she’s shared with them. She laughed a bit when the joke hit but, mostly, Quinn found herself enraptured by his presence rather than his words. However, another laugh escaped her when she completely realized that pastel fantasy has nothing to do with make up and everything to do with hair. When he asked if she cared whether he touches her hair, she shook her head with a firm “go ahead.” As they began to explain pastel blue might go better with such a combative soul - the compliment on top of the fact that Kam was so clearly referencing D.Va had Quinn’s eyes widening with genuine delight. That’s right, he was the one to bring of Mortal Kombat prior, after all. “Pink’s my favorite color but you are fucking selling it with pastel blue - does ombre have to do with layers?” Quinn asked, taking a stab in the dark with that term. Once more, Kam managed to surprise her - specifically with his wording, describing himself as a harlot and how that’s managed to keep him employed rather than get him fired. “Y’know, I was about to ask if you are implying that you’re a sex worker but I imagine taking naps on a job like that would get you fired fast. What is it that you do, exactly?”

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nijikato​:

It was interesting with her, watching Quinn go through all these emotions over women she’s never met and likely would never meet. It wasn’t like Niji was itching to go back home to New Jersey or like she kept in touch with any of her friends from college. Vesta was her place to reinvent herself. No ties to exploring herself or the hurt she had in New Jersey. She was just going to be Nijiko Kato the way she was supposed to be without anyone telling her otherwise. Niji made note not to bring up something like this, again. Seen Quinn distraught over something that was never going to happen wasn’t pleasant, even if she looked cute with her face bright red in a scowl. Niji raised her eyebrows at Quinn when her nose was bumped against. She cocked her head back, eyeing down Quinn. “Kneel before your Princess and finish reading my diaries you desperately wanted to see. I have the other three year books too if you want to see me progressively get more sad…” Niji noted. Though, she was hesitant to pass her her senior year book and journal. The June before she turned seventeen, she was kicked out. The amount of pain and confusion was a lot to share, but Niji was never sure if she could verbal tell Quinn what had happened. She had never been able to speak about it before. She could only write it down. A small smile appeared on her lips. “Or maybe I just have that effect on you. Calm whatever storm Hurricane Quinn is.”

The way Niji told her to bow before her had Quinn straightening up for a moment - genuinely taken off guard by the demand. It grabbed her attention so much that she found it easier to let go of her jealousy little by little...especially as she thought about the fact that none of the women mentioned would be kneeling in front of her Princess any time soon. Instead of staying seated beside Niji, practically buried beneath diaries and yearbooks - she set everything that was on her lap on the couch and stood up only to get on her knees before her lover. After pushing her way between Niji’s legs, her arms came to rest on the thighs she’s been so obsessed with, leaning in to press a few kisses along Niji’s jaw. “Well, you told me to kneel in front of you - this is what you wanted, Princess. I can always read through your diaries like this...with them on your lap,” she noted as she pulled back just enough to peer at the aforementioned items on the couch. When Niji mentioned how progressively sad she gets in her yearbook pictures, Quinn’s face showed more concern than anything else as she looked back to her lover. Slowly, she brought a hand up to gently push a few strands of Niji’s hair behind her ear, her tone matching the softness of her actions “do you want to share those years with me? I wanna know everything about you but I know it’s hard for you. Just point me in the direction of what you want me to read and what you want me to see.” When Niji referred to her as a hurricane, she couldn’t help but laugh despite the seriousness before, nodding her head a bit “yeah, I guess you do fucking calm me in some ways...and rile me up in other ways.”

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kamsaelim​:

❝ i think the main goal in one person’s life is to accomplish certain goals & make dreams come true, don’t you think ? you probably don’t care, but that’s too damn bad & i don’t remember asking, but i recently hit two life milestones: going full pastel fantasy & buying one thing that possibly defined me as the gayest kid in my block, an easy bake oven. now if i wasn’t fired… maybe then my life would be great. what’s up with your life goals & dreams ? are you as happy as i am ? ❞

@vestalanding​​

“I’m not even sure what to focus on more with all the shit you just said to me,” Quinn said as she tried to work everything out. “First of all - what the fuck is pastel fantasy and would it look good on me? Second of all, I feel bad for any kid that didn’t have an easy bake oven - I was attached to mine until a certain age,” she admitted. “As for whether I’m happy or not in life - I’m honestly one of the luckiest bitches ‘cause I’ve got so much going for me in terms of my job and my love life. Now explain to me - how the fuck did you get fired?”

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nijikato​:

“No. You’re the prettiest woman I ever met. I don’t think I’d ever meet someone who could compare to you. That’s why there’s so much sadness in the most recent entry. I meant it when I said I love you, Quinn. That’s why being jealous is so silly. I never said that to another girl,” she admitted. It was true. None of them could compare to Quinn. Not in looks or in personality. Everything Niji ever wanted in a lover was in Quinn. The body, the fashion sense, the personality. Everything. What she saw was what she got. There wasn’t any games or bullshit. In her mind, Quinn was perfect. Niji felt her face start to burn a dark red as Quinn squeeze one of her thighs and said that she deserved to have her head between them. Before Niji could correct her or huff it off, Quinn had started to take what she said a little too serious. After all, Niji wanted to see how far she could go before Quinn got jealous. It was cute, how jealous Quinn was getting over women who barely got to see her a second or third time. Yet, Quinn had been able to consistently see her over summer until recent. But, now she was back in her life and Niji hoped she wanted to stay. A sly smirk appeared on Niji’s lips as she repeated, “No, none of them get to have me like you do. And I am your Princess. Only yours. And my Prince looks adorable when she’s jealous, but I’m afraid you’ll pop a blood vessel if I ever do this again… Unless you need to be put in your place, Quinnie.” Niji slide a hand over Quinn’s cheek, pulling her into a soft kiss. She pressed their foreheads together and let out a soft laugh. “None of them were as kind as you. As much as you call yourself a bitch, I’ve yet to see that in you. All I see is a beautiful and kind woman who’s been nothing, but patient with me.”

Quinn knew that her jealousy made no sense - she knows how Niji is, she knows that no one else has this woman like she does. It’s just the idea of thinking of some faceless woman pleasuring her Princess that’s driving her up the wall. That’s her place, no one else’s. What makes this even worse is that she’s never experienced such jealousy...did it hurt to see Maddie with other people? Of course it did but she never felt something on par with this. Quinn did her best to actually listen to the reassurance being given to her but her whole body felt so warm and tense, her thoughts were going a mile a minute. This is so unlike her. Not even when she’s thoroughly pissed, enough to want to punch somebody, does she physically feel this way. After another moment, she finally got out “I know you meant it when you said that - I love you, too.” That still wasn’t enough to pull her back. Why is this hitting her so fucking hard? It wasn’t until her lover guided her by the cheek, showering her with affection in the form of a kiss, that  she felt her body lose it’s tension...melting into Niji’s touch. “Wait,” she broke away from the kiss only to rest her forehead against the other woman’s “did you just  say that you’ll put me in my place? I’d like to see you try.” Quinn bumped her nose against Niji’s only to reluctantly pull back to get a better look at her “to be fair, you have seen the bitch come out of me...just with other people, mostly.”

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thechasehr​:

“I didn’t call her anything, did I?” Chase noted, looking up Quinn up and down as the other woman got in her face. “Suddenly you care so much for someone who isn’t you?”

“You fucking insinuated that she’s a bitch for dating someone such as myself. Call me whatever you want but keep your assumptions about her to your fucking self,” she got out, remaining in Chase’s face. Instead of doing anything about it, though, she kept her fists balled at her sides. 

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ravenwellss​:

She follows the instruction well, placing her phone up in front of her but her eyes linger on the man as he gets back on. “Here’s to hoping it’s not a waste of a video on my phone,” she muses with a chuckle. It wasn’t that she wanted anyone to get hurt, however, at least if it happened again she’d be properly prepared. And with a companion who seemed to appreciate other’s embarrassments just as much as she did, herself.

Quinn smiled a bit as soon as the other woman pulled her phone out, the two of them focusing both of their attention on the guy who’d wiped moments prior. He got settled back on his horse, somehow managing to really brush off the previous incident so that he could put on a show for the audience. “So far so good...as much as I wanna be disappointed right now - I’m kinda impressed by the fact that he’s keeping his shit together this time ‘cause it looked like it hurt before.”

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gwenniepalmer​:

@vestalanding​

“Please don’t ask,” Gwen said, covered in sticky coffee. “Just another tantrum by a forty-year-old. Who can taste when she has two and a half squirts of hazel instead of two and a quarter.”

“I mean, on one hand - I wasn’t gonna ask shit ‘cause it sounds like a you problem. On the other, though, that woman sounds like a fucking Karen...I’m not sure who I’m rooting for in this situation.”

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nijikato​:

She rolled her eyes. “Is there ever going to be a time where you insist that I’m the prettiest of the two of us? I still don’t think it’s fair to compare us like that,” Niji insisted. She knew that they had this argument before, and it would likely never go away. But Quinn needed to hear that there was no competition on who was more beautiful. To her, they were equals. Niji nodded. “She was kind. And it meant a lot to me at the time. I mean, every year book I look this scared. I’m not even sure she knew my name. But the little bits of kindness made everything a lot easier,” she explained. “It’s not like I didn’t have other crushes, either. Just none as intense as the one I had on her… Lot of sporty girls, actually. I mean, you shouldn’t be shocked by that.” She gestured to Quinn. Her exact type. Sporty, with a kind, but sharp personality that was honest. Everything about Quinn was exactly what she wanted in women all rolled into one. “You’re not the first woman I was with, Quinn,” she huffed, crossing her arms. “I’ve been with other girls. Just never really dated. And I know what it does to you… Your face lights up like fireworks on the Fourth of July.” Niji admitted without a second thought when asked if she exposed anything about Quinn to Imani, “I told her you were a cheerleader. I still can’t get over it.” Her face burned a light red as she felt her lover squeeze her thighs. With a raise of her eyebrows and a bit of bravery, she noted, “Why would I show Imani the hickey marks you’d place on my thighs to mark me as your territory?” She paused, watching Quinn as she read the final entry. Niji forgot that it was stained with tears. Dramatic, but no one else had ever been allowed to look at her diaries. At the time, she didn’t think anyone else was going to see it. So, an expression of herself meant crying over it as well. She cleared her throat, explaining, “Yes, I wanted to do what I felt you deserved and at the time I felt you deserved someone better. I still think you do. You deserve more than just better, but the world. Everything.” Niji couldn’t help, but laugh at the heart about Marie. “Are you going to do that for the girl I kissed in college, too? Or the one I lost my virginity to… Or the one I took the virginity of…” She looked over to Quinn, wondering how far she could go until she was red with anger and jealousy. After a moment or two, Niji offered a small smile. “None of them have been allowed to sleep in my bed, though,” she admitted. “Or use my shower or my soaps. See me without makeup. Especially call me Nijiko. There is only one person I let call me Nijiko.”

As much as Quinn hated hearing about the girl Niji had a crush on - she appreciated the fact that this same girl helped make her life a bit easier by being kind to Niji. Marie isn’t competition in any way shape or form, the little bit of jealousy  she feels is more towards the idea of her lover being physically attracted to this girl...hell, or any other girl. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes as soon as Niji gestured to her, bringing attention to the fact that she’s had several crushes on sporty girls such as Quinn. “Okay but none of them looked as good as I do. None of them had the abs that I do,” she got out, knowing she would’ve crossed her arms over her chest had she not been looking at the diaries on her lap. When she heard Niji describe Quinn’s face like  that - it hit that she must’ve heard that phrase from Imani when she used to describe her lover’s face lighting up like the Fourth of July. She stands by it. Those cheeks absolutely light up like fireworks. “Speaking of marking up your thighs with hickey’s,” her eyes peered down to that part of Niji’s body. One of the hands she’d placed there gave her lover a good squeeze, a greasy smile spread across her face as she asked “is that something I’m gonna get to do tonight? Am I gonna get the chance to leave marks all over those beautiful thighs? I’ve fucking missed that, Nijiko. I think my Princess deserves to have my head between her legs.” Was it too soon to make such forward comments? She isn’t sure...though Quinn figures that Niji will make it clear where the boundaries are. When the conversation veered more towards why the other woman left, she set the diary aside for a moment to turn her complete attention to her lover, reaching over to grab her by the chin. She looked her dead in the eyes as she said “I know who and what’s best for me - it’s you. I’m here with you ‘cause this is what I want and deserve, got that? I’m going to keep making that decision for myself.” Not long after that was said, Niji had to go and test Quinn by making her think about her Princess being with the person who took her virginity or the one she popped the cherry for. Her cheeks went red so fucking fast with her jaw clenching as she worked through her jealousy. Quinn’s certain her blood pressure went up along with her body temperature. Her hand dropped from her lover’s chin as she thought about what to say...only to somehow ignore the reassurance Niji was giving her but that’s in large part thanks to how clouded her mind is with jealousy. “You are my fucking Princess, all mine...none of them take care of you the way that I get to. None of them get to have you like I do,” she said through gritted teeth, hating every second of what this is doing to her.

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