Other significant peoples:

Former Duke Blue Devil Nolan Smith

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Former Duke Blue Devil and Current Philadelphia 76er Jahlil Okafor

Former Duke Blue Devil and Current Minnesota Timberwolf Tyus Jones

Bruuuhh, I had never even thought about this before I decided to make this chronicles series! I had forgotten that YOU, Syashia, don't like Quinn!

And now, one of my new followers, Catarina, doesn't like him either! But☝, it was NOT because of something I did!!

Read my twin sister's chapter, 'I'll Protect You - Marcus Paige and Brice Johnson', and you'll know exactly what the _uck I am talking about.

So XsyashiasX, catfigas, I'm dearly sorry if I just add on to your distastes of Quinn, but I promise you, these will not be too bad.

Most of these won't be too _exually disturbing at all because pretty much all of them are going to be short!

They'll all usually be around 1,000 to 2,000 words long! Though knowing how Karrington and I display Quinn, there's bound to be at least some _exual tension somewhere.

So but anyway readers, here ya go! (These will be told from a story-like perspective, always at Duke reunions or just player get-togethers. These will always go into flashback mode.)

Quinn's with the 76ers in here.
He is the 1st pick in the 2017 NBA Draft.

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Quinn:

"Sooooo, y'aallll wannaaaa-heeeaar-a, quick little storyyyy? Aboouut wheenn Iiiii plaaayed, against, Kyrie in the regular seasoonnnn??" "*Siiigh* Noo Quinn, not really", Nolan says to mee.

"Awwww, whyyy not, Nolaannn?" Iii ask him. "Because I don't wanna hear any of your stupid stories." "Yeah, me neither", Tyus agrees. "Ohhhhh, why you gotta be like 'dat?", I ask them.

"I already know what game this is", Kyrie saayys. "You really need to lay off the _exual actions, Quinn", he tells mee, crossiiing his arms. "Yeah. You really do", Tyus saayys.

"Ohhh y'all some haters. Just bear with meeee!", I insist. "Noooow..." *Flashback*.

Quinn:

Todaayy we travel to Cleveland to play against the Cavaliers, and I knooww that the headline match-up is gonna be meee and my boy Kyrie! Hee went to Duke for one yeaar, and was in the class before meee, sooo we know each other very well.

Jahliill is actin' all moody as usual, for somme strange _$$ reason. "Big Brotha Jahliiilll-a!", I speak to hiim. "Lighten up a little, my brothaaa!" Then he looks at me and just rollls his eyes at me like I'm some strangaa, or some $_it.

Heeee tryna fight meee? I can take 'im, even if he's a whoolle almost 10 inches taller 'dan mee. 'Cuuz, I can teach him the ropes, I'll tell ya dat!

Azzz we walk into the arena, I falll behind a bit to talk tooo, my faanns, from all around the world. I siigned a couple autographs, and then I round the cornaa, onlyy to have Nolannn jump out at me.

"Ahhhg!", I yell, jumpin' back a little bit. Then Nolann laughs light-heartedly at me. My big brotha has come to visit mee!

"Surprise, surprise", Nolan says before he hugs me. "Nolaannn! You finally came, ayye? For me?" "Well, I mean, not just you. For you and Kyrie", he tells me.

"Figured I could get away with it, two Blue Devils. Actually, make that three Blue Devils: Jahlil!" "Riight, my brotha, riight", I agree.

"Well, I don't wanna keep you waiting, gon' with your team", Nolan says as we stand outside the Cavaliers visiting locka room. "I already got me a seat behind y'alls bench in the 2nd row, so you'll know where t' find me." "Booii, will I eva!", I reply before we part our separate waayys... *Time skip*.

Iii run out to the arena with the rest of my team, the buildin' goin' crazy. Like Nolan told mee, he was sitting in the 2nd row behind our bench. He smiles at me; I smile back.

The crowd goes crazier as the Cavs come out, especially when Kyrie steps onto the court. They start chanting 'Kyrie! Kyrie!' as he runs out.

After the starting line-up introductions, Iii make my way onto the court. I make my rouunnds of high-fivin' otha playas in my own waayy as Kyrie comes onto the court. He staannds next to mee.

"Best-a luck to yaa and your trash _$$ teeaam!", I wish him politelyy. He rollls his eyes at me and then smiilles at mee. "Yeah. Okay, Mr. Your-Team-Is-Only-24-37-While-Mine-Is-48-15", he responds as he crouches next to mee.

I smirk and then step in front of him to put my butt on his crotch. He tries to move away but I hook my hands around his back. I look over to N-Nolaann to see him shaking his head at mee. I smirk as Jahzilla wins the tip and I get up off Kyrie to retrieve the balll.

I stare Kyrie down with a mischeviouss smile on my face. I'm about to get all up in his _$$, I think confidently.

And get all up in his _$$ I did. I'm well-known for bein' tenacious on defense, as Iiii'mm pretty sure my boy Marcu- actually, nooooo! I'll get to him lataa!! But as I was sayiiiinn...

I'm well-known for my overly tenacious defense. I thrive off of it. I was bringin' Kyrie t' schoooll, I tell ya! From the criiib to the baby seeaat to 4k to Kindergarten, alllll 'da way back!

I was trash-talkin' in his ear a lot, which is what I always do to any and ev'rybody. I was killin' my boooyy, to make it long-story short, and I made sure he got the business tooo!

We was keepin' the game really close, never got down by more than sevoooonn! And Iiiii was the biggest reason whyyyy... *Interruption of story*.

"Tuh. Yeah right", Jahliill intarrupts, rolling his beady little eeyyes and crossing his arrms. "Jahlil-you-will-learn-to-LOVE-meeee!!", I scream at hiim. The rest of the Dukies in the room just sit silent, like the obedient little slaves they are.

"Nooooww!...", I continue... *Back to flashback*.

Quinn:

Duriiiinng, the 2nd quartaaarrrr-uhh-uh, I was defending my boooyy-closelyy! And by closelyy, I mean huggin' him o-on defense.

"Whachu gon' do about this, huh?", I whisper in his eeeaarr. "You said y'all was gon' blow us outta d' wataa, buuutt, Iiiii-doonn't seee, that happeniin'. Yoooouuu might-wannaaa, think things through before it comes outcha mouth, Kyriiiee", I tell him as I snake my haannds up intoo-his jerseeyy. He triiees to get away from mee, but that ain't been happenin' all day long sooo, why stop n-noooww?

It's nearly half-time. When he gets the ball back, he just stands there dribbling out some of the last few secoonds. So Iii go up theerre to 'try n' knock it awaayy'. And by that I mean I don't try to...

I go up to him to 'defend' him by jammin' my face into his neck. I dig my haands intoo his shorts, angling myself so no one could see so, and bite his neck. He jumps a bit, and then I talk some moorre traash to hiim, and bring my face up to lick his ear slowlyy.

Kyrie lets go of the ball involuntarilyy as time on the clock runns out, keeping the score tiieed at half-time.

"Bruh what the _uck is your problem?", Kyriiee asks mee. I smirk smugly at hiim as I jog off with my teeam to the locka room. I look ova t' Jaah, who's looking at me with a I-can't-believe-you're-still-doing-this look, and then ova t' Nolan, who's shaking his head at me. I smile as I disappear down the tunnel... *Time skip*.

When I got back onto the court for the thiird quartaaa, I saw Kyrie tryin'a explain something to LeBron, makin' hand gestaas towards mee. LeBron scoffed and waved him off; Kyrie held up his middle fingaa at him as he walked off.

(I figured, why in the _ell put a picture of LeBron because 1: I was only gonna mention him like once, and 2: Because we all already know what he looks like and who he is, duh.)

I went over to him and put my hand on derriere. "Soooo Kyrie, how you be-" "Don't talk to me", he intarrupts. He shoves my hand off him. "And don't touch me either", he says. I put my hand back on him and bend down to whisper in his ear, in my normal voice.

"_igga I'm gon' do whatever the _uck I wanna do. You can't tell me what t' do, just because it's your house", I lowly hiss at him as I tug him over by the hem of his shorts. I slowly slink both my hands into his crotch area as I continue whispering to him.

"I been thoroughly outplaying you this whoolle time _igga, and your dumb_$$ team. You can't get anywhere with me on ya", I state as my hands start massaging his inner thighs through his boxers. He huffs and flutters his eyes.

"Noow, whetha you wanna admit it or not, you been _$$ this whole game, and you know it. And I will win this game, whether you like it or not", I breathe in his ear as I bring my hands up and trickle my fingers on his d_ck. Kyrie sighs deeply and puts his hands on my shoulders to unsuccessfully push me away.

I smirk at him as I get the ball inbounded to me and shoot a 3 over him; it goes in. I run back on defense and yell at him, "Take that, _itch!"... *Time skip*.

After we won the game, 97-92, I told his _$$ so, I walk over to him to 'congratulate' him. Nolan's already over theerre tooo. "Great job my brothaaa!", I say in my high-pitched voice as I hug him. "Yeah yeah whatever", he murmurs.

"I told ya _$$ so", I remind him. "What. Ever", he says. "Great job both of you", Nolann offers. "And you really need to stop doing that stuff, Quinn." "Ohhhh weellll!", I respond happily. "Ain't no one gon' change me for betta or f' worse! Suck on 'dat, y'alll!", I speak.

"Let's go, Jahzillaaa!", I say to Jahlil as we walk outta the arena and onto the bus. Time to get anotha W tomorrow, I think as we drive off... *End of story*.

Quinn:

"And theerre y'all go!", I screech as I finish. "Bad day for you huh, Kyrie?" "No. I did have 21 points, after all." "Yes, and you did get the loss, after all", I respond. The room giggles. Lil' Tyus rolls his eyes.

"Well y'all still ain't made th' playoffs after all", he claps back. "....." "Yeah ain't got $_it t' say now, huh?" Then the room starts cackling.

"Just let it gooo", Nolan says, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, get over it. I already have", Jahlil voices. "Yeah that's because you havin' loovve complications with Tyyuuuss", I tell him. The rest of the room oooohs at my comment. Tyus just sighs in mild annoyance and frustration.

"$_ut. Up", Jahlil glares at me. "Make me 'deenn, _itch!", I challenge him. He gets up and starts chasing me around the gym. "Yoouuu neeedd some anger-management, l-little boooyy!", I calmly tell him before I run out the gym.

See? I told you. Plain, easy, and simple! That wasn't so bad.

And like I said, I toldja this was gonna be short! Only like 1,700 words. And there was only mild _exual content.

I'm thinking about doing a new Quinn Chronicles every 3 to 5 chapters. Maybe even 4 to 6, who knows?

These don't count as $hips. But you'll easily know the difference because like in this title, I'll put the '#' chronicle it is.

And if you definitely don't know, each one will clearly say, "The Quinn Chronicles" after the #. That should be good.

Syashia and Catarina, I think I've accidentally put you guys in a world of traumatizing _ell. That's my bad. 😅😬!! But...

Fruit Roll-yourselves-Up into a blanket for next time and stay ready for that action!