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Fandom: Glee.
Pairing: Noah Puckerman/Quinn Fabray.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish. If I did, they would have their own show.
A/N: Another one of those 10 words drabble memes. Except I couldn't keep it to ten words. Again. Oops?
angst:
“Do you love me still?”
Pause. “I waited for you, Q.”
au:
Sometimes, he’d stop by the ballet studio window and just watch her.
crack!fic:
“If I don’t have my body back by tomorrow and you mess up the cheerios routine-”
crossover:
“…like there’s something in my stomach- fluttering.”
“Butterflies?!”
crossover part 2:
“If you’re a bird, I’m a bird.”
“…the fuck do we have to be birds for, Quinn?”
death:
“The baby, she-”
“No...” is all she can manage, barely above a whisper.
first time:
A slap, a kiss, a moan. It’s almost too fast.
first time part 2:
No girl ever laughed at his slushie throwing habit.
Until her.
fluff:
“We’re gonna be a family someday,” he lands his hand on her stomach.
“Soon,” she corrects quietly. And smiles, too.
humor:
“You didn’t have a problem with me when you were moa-OW!”
hurt/comfort:
“I miss her.”
His embrace is warm and soothing, like none before.
show related:
“Does this mean we get to sneak around behind his back again?”
smut:
Nothing quite like the way she marks his back. Grips his shoulders. Breathes his name.
ust:
It's how she looks at him whilst in the arms of another. Later, he tells himself. It becomes his motto.
Pairing: Noah Puckerman/Quinn Fabray.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish. If I did, they would have their own show.
A/N: Another one of those 10 words drabble memes. Except I couldn't keep it to ten words. Again. Oops?
angst:
“Do you love me still?”
Pause. “I waited for you, Q.”
au:
Sometimes, he’d stop by the ballet studio window and just watch her.
crack!fic:
“If I don’t have my body back by tomorrow and you mess up the cheerios routine-”
crossover:
“…like there’s something in my stomach- fluttering.”
“Butterflies?!”
crossover part 2:
“If you’re a bird, I’m a bird.”
“…the fuck do we have to be birds for, Quinn?”
death:
“The baby, she-”
“No...” is all she can manage, barely above a whisper.
first time:
A slap, a kiss, a moan. It’s almost too fast.
first time part 2:
No girl ever laughed at his slushie throwing habit.
Until her.
fluff:
“We’re gonna be a family someday,” he lands his hand on her stomach.
“Soon,” she corrects quietly. And smiles, too.
humor:
“You didn’t have a problem with me when you were moa-OW!”
hurt/comfort:
“I miss her.”
His embrace is warm and soothing, like none before.
show related:
“Does this mean we get to sneak around behind his back again?”
smut:
Nothing quite like the way she marks his back. Grips his shoulders. Breathes his name.
ust:
It's how she looks at him whilst in the arms of another. Later, he tells himself. It becomes his motto.