𝕨𝕙𝕠 @ironlvngs 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 the pool party 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 late into the evening, the attendees are suitably buzzed
she sat alone in the men's locker room. after a failed attempt to complete her dare, quinn was toying with the idea of giving up and going home. while she didn't want the anonymous 'g' spilling her secrets— she also knew if they did, they'd have little left to blackmail her with. was it worth the risk? as tempting as it was, at this time in the term; absolutely not. it was still early enough in the year that the whispers would follow her into next. that paired with greer's disappearance and she would be a laughing stock. she cared too much about her reputation for that.
so she fell on her backup plan... as shameful as it was. the scheme was basic, a little desperate and it relied on the base desire of even the most prudish college students to give in to their lust. ogden students in particular had a proclivity for believing they were god given gifts. if she targeted someone she had some kind of history with, someone she knew would fall for her flirting, quinn was sure she could pull this off.
just as the blonde was about to get up from the bench and go back into the main hall where the pool, and most of the party, still was, lady luck dropped a prize goose into her lap. she tilted her head as the door swung shut behind link. the overheads were off and the light was low. still, she could make out their silhouette from that mop head they called hair. "you better not be following me, crawford." she sung into the space between them, her voice honeyed and inviting.
montyrichler·:
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“Oh, shit.” Steps halted, he made a move to pat down his jean pockets, although it seemed pretty likely that the Juul she was holding out to him was indeed his – how many people plastered their vapes with Tweety Bird stickers? “Thanks. Another couple hours and I would’ve been spiraling into the painful grips of nicotine withdrawal,” Monty joked with a smile, somewhat surprised that Quinn of all people was the one to return it to him. She tended to be a hater of most things fun, and because of that, he clipped right along to ask, “Are you expecting a finder’s fee? ‘Cause I was just headed over to the campus café. That one librarian got on my ass about having open drinks around the books, again.”
——— ⁂ At his joke, Quinn raised a brow and smile. The expression was one of amusement, rather than judgement. She had learned by now that nagging Monty was the same as shouting at paint to dry. ❝ Of course not. If you want to die from lipoid pneumonia, that's between you and your poor lungs. I'll come for a coffee though. Hold on,❞ She held up a single finger to signal a minute. ❝ Just let me get my bag. ❞ The sophomore pushed in past the library's double doors.
[ BIOGRAPHY ※ ]
graphic inspired by
troublemaker and #sominions by @gunshzt
memories by @gwldcnz
NAME quinn morrison NICKNAMES quinneth, Q TROPE the teacher’s pet ADDITIONAL TROPES here AGE twenty two BIRTHDAY 14th of july, 2000 STAR SIGN cancer STAR CHART here PRONOUNS she / her SEXUALITY presumed straight DEGREE pre-med YEAR sophomore EXTRACURRICULARS women’s volleyball captain, sophomore class board, first chair violin in the orchestra, vp of recruitment at tri delt RELATIONS AT OGDEN greer morrison, mitchell morrison (cousins) SIBLINGS one far older paternal half brother, one younger sister HOMETOWN noho, manhattan, ny AESTHETIC a mix of vibrant and pastel academia SKILLS multitasking between commitments, initiating conversation with confidence, steady physical co-ordination POSITIVE TRAITS driven, clever and romantic NEGATIVE TRAITS stressed, critical and envious INSPIRATION spencer hastings (pretty little liars) annie edison (community) amy santiago (brooklyn 99) lisa simpson (the simpsons) jal fazer (skins) hermione granger (harry potter series) PINTEREST here
almost always has her nose in a book when alone
the only thing more important than the grind is being the best at it
travelled before enrolling in college
top grades, high achiever, chases knowledge
peak girly
obsessive note taker and stationary collector
fuelled by nootropic mushroom coffee and vegan protein snacks
needs approval like plants need water
second-in-command syndrome
secretly leaves pencil annotations and cute notes in library books
the notion app rules her life
being a morrison, she has money to burn
cooks and bakes to unwind
speed knitter
falls asleep to nature documentaries
annie, 26, bst/gmt. she/they. no triggers.
ironlvngs·:
the pill ( or was it more than one ? link couldn’t even remember anymore ) that he’d gotten from ollie earlier was definitely at the forefront right now, and it mixed quite well with the loud music and bodies going in and out of the pool. though, even with that, link knew that he was due for a breather soon — and he was sick and tired of freezing his ass off outside when he goes for a cigarette.
so this time, they opted for another five second hiding spot — the locker rooms. though, there was sincere doubt in his mind that there weren’t a couple people in there already fucking each other. to his luck, though, upon opening the doors, it seemed a bit quiet. that is, until her voice came through just as he shut the door behind him.
link turns around to face her, unable to keep the grin from forming on his lips at her comment. “ i’d follow you through a thousand storms, quinnie, and i’m sure you know that — but following you to a bathroom ? or… locker room, whatever this is. that’s a level of creepy i’d like to stay away from. ” he scoffs, looking up the ceilings, wondering if he could get past the smoke detectors if he smoked in here. “ — and it pains me deeply that you think of me that way. ”
quinn rolled her eyes, albeit as confused as ever internally by link's hyperbole. he had a way of saying the most insincere words in the most genuine, charming way. it made you second guess yourself — which she suspected was exactly how they liked it. "be pained, then." she retorted. in her defence: it was bewildering to have someone flirt with you privately and then lowkey act like you didn't exist with an audience.
she noted the box of cigarettes in their hand. the blonde stood up and stretched her arms in an arc before making link an offer. "lend me a smoke and i'll show you an old private school trick."
𝕨𝕙𝕠 open starter ( limited to three threads, fcfs ) 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 the pool party 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 the midst of the evening
she batted the inflatable beach ball before it could hit her face. quinn had no time to build momentum, nor jump, but she could do just enough to stop herself becoming its target. unfortunately for the people near her— the result of her muscle memory and instinct from years of volleyball meant that one of them would be. as the sphere smacked off the back of someone’s head and they started to turn, the short blonde winced. if you were stood close enough, you’d have heard quinn mutter “shit.” under her breath.
rewdmello·:
who: @quinneths· where: Near the pool what: Carew’s just really sick of her shit
He was already annoyed. That much he was certain, was obvious in the way he’d kept to himself almost the entirety of the night. He didn’t want to be bothered anymore than he wanted to get in this fight tonight. But neither of which seemed to be his choice when he found himself coming face to face with none other than their golden girl herself’s cousin. Quinn Morrison. Someone initially he really liked to believe he would have gotten along with. Intellectually he could appreciate just about anyone who seemed smart enough to keep up with him. But her personality? In comparison it was like nails on a chalk board. If he wasn’t afraid of getting in two arguments that evening he’d have passed her on all together. But he decided against being rude when she stopped in front of him. “Quinn..” He started, not quite willing to make eye contact with her. “Didn’t expect you to want to be at something like this.” He suggested, glancing down to finally meet her gaze. He wasn’t sure how the hell he’d handle a party thrown by a missing relative but it sure as hell seemed like one he’d wish to avoid himself.
quinn was bored and that was bad news for everyone. a middle child, and a spoiled one at that, her reflexive reaction was to start pushing the buttons of whoever she could find as entertainment. even better if there was already bad blood there. she spotted carew in the standing crowd and made a beeline. quinn didn't have a particular dislike for the junior. far from it; she found his mind, and looks, attractive. what she did have was an awareness that she ground his gears for whatever reasons... it wasn't like he made a secret of it. while she theorised he actually secretly enjoyed their back and forth, quinn knew she was mostly in this for herself. she stared up at him until he looked back. "i don't. but what would the masses say if i didn't come?"
ironlvngs·:
they really began to rack their mind through every trick that he learned throughout the years trying to figure out where she was going to go with this as she led them towards the showers. and then when she turned the tap on, explaining to him exactly how it would work. as she explained, he found himself grinning at her. “ and if you ever wonder why i’ve been so deeply attracted to you, morrison, do remember this moment. ” he says as he puts the cigarette up to his lips, offering to light hers first before going for his. “ so, why are you hiding in here ? ”
—she held the cigarette between her forefinger and middle and leaned forward to the flame, wrapping her lips around the filter and inhaling. the paper and tobacco crackled and the ember took. quinn's eyes flicked up to them, the green in her hazel eyes brighter in her purple ensemble. "you're attracted to anything you can't have, link..." the blonde answered after exhaling a stream of smoke. at least, that was her running theory, if it were true to begin with. "who's hiding?"
——— ⁂ ❝ CYP2D6 inhibitors. ❞ Quinn added, getting a nod from their Biochem professor. She zoned out from the open discussion then, her eyes wandering past the faces of her classmates until they landed on who had come to mind. She began running through a checklist and felt a familiar tug of concern. Not as many as a few days ago but still more than last week.
The dismissal of the class almost passed her by, forcing Quinn to pack her materials up in a rush to join the rest. With quick footwork she made up the distance. When at the front of the pack and alongside Courtney– otherwise affectionately known as Coco –she bumped shoulders with him. ❝ Well that’s 90 minutes of my life I’ll never get back. What a snoozefest. ❞