#frannie fabray

[heroesbynight]

Name: Mary Frances "Frannie" Fabray

Birth Date: September 15th, 1984

Occupation: Corporate Lawyer and Division Recruit

Ability: Ice Manipulation

Personality: [+] Resilient, Poised, Strategic [-] Guarded, Perfectionist, Manipulative

Resilient— Frannie has faced immense challenges in her life, from personal struggles to societal expectations, and has always found a way to rise above them. Her ability to adapt and recover, even in the face of tragedy, makes her a steady and dependable figure.

Poised— Raised in an environment where appearances mattered more than feelings, Frannie carries herself with grace and confidence. Her presence commands attention, and she remains composed under pressure, a skill critical in her role as a crisis negotiator.

Strategic— Frannie is a thinker. She calculates every move, anticipating the consequences and planning her actions meticulously. Her ability to read people and situations makes her an invaluable asset in high-stakes environments.

Guarded— Beneath her composed exterior, Frannie has built walls around her true feelings. Her upbringing taught her to bury vulnerability, and even as an adult, she struggles to let people in, making her relationships complex and often distant.

Perfectionist— Frannie’s drive to meet impossibly high standards, instilled by her upbringing, leads to constant self-criticism. She often feels the need to prove herself, pushing herself to extremes to achieve success.

Manipulative— While she is not malicious, Frannie knows how to influence others to achieve her goals. Her ability to project an air of calm authority often allows her to steer situations in her favor, sometimes at the expense of transparency.

History:

Mary Frances "Frannie" Fabray grew up in Lima, Ohio, the oldest daughter in a conservative household that valued appearances above all else. Her childhood was a cocktail of rigid expectations and concealed emotions. Though she exuded the image of the perfect girl next door—head cheerleader, straight-A student—she was silently battling the pressure to conform to her family’s ideal of success.

After a tumultuous high school experience marked by the discovery of her powers and social ostracism, Frannie graduated with a renewed sense of purpose. Determined to take control of her life, she pursued higher education at a prestigious university. Frannie earned her Bachelor's degree in Political Science from Columbia University, where she excelled academically and cultivated her passion for law and strategic thinking.

She then attended Harvard Law School, graduating in the top 10% of her class with a Juris Doctor (J.D.). During her time there, she interned at top corporate law firms and participated in mock trial competitions, solidifying her reputation as a sharp, ambitious legal mind.

Following her graduation and successful completion of the bar exam, Frannie quickly rose through the ranks at a high-powered New York City law firm. Specializing in corporate law, she became known for her ability to navigate complex negotiations and high-stakes deals, earning her a reputation as one of the best in her field.

Her work caught the attention of the Division, which recognized her unique combination of legal expertise and ice manipulation abilities. Frannie now serves as both a corporate lawyer and a Division recruit, using her powers and intellect to defuse crises and negotiate delicate situations.

While her professional life is one of discipline and focus, her personal life remains complicated. The icy exterior she projects mirrors her emotional state, often keeping people at a distance. Despite this, her dedication to the Division and its mission has earned her respect and admiration.

Frannie’s mastery over her abilities and her sharp mind make her a force to be reckoned with, but her greatest challenge remains allowing herself to truly connect with others and melt the walls she’s built around herself.

[what-if-rpg]

↪ Have you heard about FRANNIE FABRAY? SHE is 41 and hails from LIMA, OHIO. Looks exactly like AJ COOK, and is TAKEN.

“I think almost everyone tries hard to be good and just finds out too late they should have tried softer.”

↪ IMPORTANT INFORMATION:

FULL NAME: Francine “Frannie” Grace Fabray DATE OF BIRTH: January 04 SEXUALITY & GENDER: Polyamorous Lesbian & CisFemale RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Married and Open POSITIVE & NEGATIVE TRAITS: Hardworking, Benevolent & Adaptive. Distant, Argumentative & Sarcastic. OCCUPATION: Owner of Rose Noir and Sassy Nights CITY: New York, NYC

↪ HEADCANONS:

Francine Fabray was the accident. Had to Judy and Russell Fabray shortly after high school, forcing the pair to do “the right thing” and marry young. Despite this, Frannie was always her parents’ so-called “golden” child. She was the bar upon which her younger sister was measured. Smart, well-rounded, the kind of child that never put up too much fuss and did as she was told with ease. An athlete and a scholar, it seemed that whatever she tried, she did well. It was all surface level, however, but she never let it show. Frannie skipped a grade early in her schooling and nearly skipped a second grade going into high school, but chose not to. Either way, she was the head cheerleader, a soccer star, debate team captain, and excelled in every aspect of school and life that she tried, except for relationships. In fact, she seemed completely disinterested in boys and relationships. She was a devout Christian and claimed that she saw no reason in letting boys even begin to be a temptation.

After graduating high school, Frannie left home for college, eventually getting into Harvard’s law school. She did her best to keep up with her family, but her schooling was always her first priority. In fact, the longer she was at college, the less she heard from her family and the less she went home. She was working on her own well-being and destroying the parts of herself that her parents had built up.

While in law school, Frannie had a mental breakdown. She’d been struggling massively with everything and it led to her nearly ending up in a psychiatric hospital. She was diagnosed with ADHD and started therapy to help deal with it, as well as the anxiety, depression, and other issues that came up because of it. She also began to get help for an eating disorder that had been plaguing her since her early childhood. It did wonders for her and she managed to pull through her law degree with flying colors.

Frannie began working for the DA’s office as early as she could. She was, typically speaking, dedicated to her work, but had a few relationships going at various times. Her boss, a man a few years older than her, was very much convinced that because she was polyamorous he had any kind of chance with him. He was rather demanding and she eventually gave in, to try and keep things from escalating. He wasn’t the best guy and over the years, Frannie started documenting the various things he did and said to her, only staying with him because she feared how he might react if she actually broke it off with him, as he’d shown himself to have a rather violent temper and also held power over her at work. Then, having grown tired of Frannie refusing him sexually, he forced himself on her. In the aftermath, she reported him to the police, and between her documentation of his actions and the fact the brute force used landed Frannie in the hospital with a shattered shoulder and collar bone, he was sentenced. However, in the fallout of everything, Frannie found herself taking cases too personally and quit working for the DA’s office. Instead, Frannie worked odd jobs to make money and took up pole dancing as a hobby. In a lot of ways, it helped her refocus her energy and empowered her to do something new with her life.

Frannie eventually went to work as a pole dance instructor, while also putting herself through business school. She had a number of ideas that she wanted to delve into and knowing how to successfully run a business would definitely help in the long run.

At the age of 35, Frannie opened Luxe. Luxe was Frannie’s passion project, built from the ground up, it was a strip club, but better. She vowed to put her employees first, vowing that any misconduct occurring by patrons would not only cause the patron to be barred entry, but taken to court to be prosecuted under the full extent of the law. A promise that Frannie proved to be serious about within only a few short months of opening. Frannie chose not to discriminate in hiring, willing to work with anyone and everyone who applied. While she’d grown up in an affluent family, she wasn’t blind to the ways many struggled to get by and wanted to build a business that was something to be proud of, both as an employee and as an owner.

The year following the opening Luxe led to even more good things for Frannie. She married her long-time partner, Eabha, an Irish fiddler she met while the other was on a break and visiting family. They’d started their relationship with the knowledge that it probably wouldn’t go anywhere too romantically, with Eabha spending much of her year in Ireland and the surrounding areas. However, time proved them wrong and Frannie was more than happy to marry the older woman.

With Luxe handed off to a trusted employee and good friend, Frannie set her sights on New York City. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for, but she found a club in need of new ownership and easily took it over. Overhauling how things are run and set up with very little issue and establishing the same rules from Luxe. Rose Noir is, to most, simply a dance club, with very private upper floors. However, to those in the know, Rose Noir offers a much more personal experience, hidden behind high fees and NDAs. It is a high-end kink club, where nightly shows are put on by employees and patrons alike. She also took ownership of Sassy Nights.

Frannie is an adrenaline junkie. She owns a motorcycle and does parkour. Her other hobbies include skateboarding and woodworking. The more she can be active, the better. Due to the damage to her shoulder, Frannie is prone to dislocating it but has always had a high pain tolerance, once breaking her knee while in high school and apparently “walking it off” as it went unknown until sometime in her twenties.

Over the years, Frannie turned from Christianity to paganism, finding peace in the belief that there wasn’t some all-knowing, omnipotent being seeing all but doing nothing, but instead a series of gods and goddesses, typically not interfering in the ways of man, but sometimes messing it up.

Following the completion of her home renovation project and Yule in Ireland, Frannie returned to Boston at the beginning of 2024. She spent much of her time with her girlfriend and also had surgery on her shoulder to properly set it in place and help prevent further injury and dislocations. The recovery from it was long and tedious, with her only returning to NYC in late May.

↪ IMPORTANT CONNECTIONS:

RUSSELL FABRAY (Father (Estranged)): Frannie’s relationship with her father was one based somewhat entirely on her being perfect. A fragile thing that she slowly learned wasn’t healthy for her and is, in part, why she became more and more distant from her family the longer she was away from home. It almost came as no surprise to Frannie that her father was a cheater and had an entirely separate family. JUDY FABRAY (Mother (Estranged)): Frannie’s relationship with her mother was always one based on her looks and her place in society. It was never something she held close and in time, much like her relationship with her father, began to fall apart. EABHA FABRAY (Wife): Eabha was the only one of her partners who stuck by her when her boss/ex assaulted her. They’d been together for a year before the event and married shortly after Frannie opened Luxe. Eabha is Frannie’s favorite person in the entire world and while she knows she’d never have to run a partner through her wife, she always tends to, if only because sometimes it means her wife also finds a relationship with the person. QUINN FABRAY (Younger Sister): Frannie and Quinn never really got on. Between the age difference and Frannie being the bar against Quinn was measured, no real relationship was capable of forming and by the time Frannie had completely distanced herself from their parents, any hope of a relationship between them disappeared. Over the last few years, she’s tried to form some kind of connection with her sister but she’d be the first to tell you that she tends to be too busy for her own good in this scenario. AVERY, DANIEL & JULIETTE FABRAY (Half Siblings): Frannie wouldn’t say she’s super close with Jules, but there is some kind of relationship there, even if more because of the younger woman’s instance than anything. Frannie has not actually met the other two in person but has no ill will towards them, if anything, she feels bad for them, also having Russell as a father.

[headcheerleaderquinn]

do u have sny siblings

Yes, I have an older sister - Frannie.

[magicalwilliamsmith]

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛᴠ? ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀɴᴇᴅ?

Who else made the epic mistake of listening to nothing but Speak Now TV for the past few days?

[unholytrinitytexts]

the fact that dianna agron & annabelle wallis have never played sisters/related characters is crazy to me

[darkmasterkattsvault]

Oh, all that I did to try to undo it All of my pain and all your excuses I was a kid but I wasn't clueless (Someone who loves you wouldn't do this) All of my past, I tried to erase it But now I see, would I even change it? Might share a face and share a last name, but (We are not the same)

[jacobbenisreal]

@wmufranniefabray replied to your post & post:

Those blondes have a name, you know. 😘 April babbbbiesssss! 💃💃

Would you like to confirm those names for us?

When’s your birthday, Francesca?

[limalatina]

{ PRIVATE } Hi there, gorgeous. Question for you.

[ private ] Well, this was unexpected. What's your question, babe?

[magicalsantanalopez]

Private:

not to worry the court case is on the sixth of August so if you can wait two more days I can give you those documents as well. which I appreciate that you are being so loyal despite everything, I too don't want to cheat on Britt, so until it's official, I will just go for a drink and a good conversation.

PRIVATE:

As a lawyer, even if not a divorce one, I know better than to toe the line when it comes to things actually being final. Because she could still contest this. So, until the paperwork from the judge comes in saying that it's fully final, nothing too fun will be happening between us. Drinks, I can do, but nothing more. Infidelity could come back to bite you in the ass, even if things are technically over because there's a vast difference between filed and final, and while this is a step in the correct direction, I'm going to stay a safe distance, for both our sakes.

[wmucody]

txt msg: cody ⇆ frannie.

CODY: Question. CODY:

CODY: Suitable for the Fabray annual gathering?

[jedi-luca]

Avenger Lane Chapter Seven

Summary: You and your wife Quinn move your family outside of New York City to Avenger Lane; a small private suburbia. There you face your toughest obstacle of your marriage. Will your marriage with Quinn be strong enough when a certain redheaded beauty captures your attention?

Parings: Quinn Fabray x G!P Reader / eventual Natasha x G!P Reader

Previous Chapter

Next Chapter (not out yet tbd)

Warnings: NOT PROOF READ / 18 and older / alluding to sex / naked times

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As soon as you're both off the bike she brings you in a hug.

“I always have the best time with you.” With one last squeeze she lets you go.

“Same.” You smile before walking away.

You open the door hearing music and water flowing from the upstairs bathroom. 

You open the door hearing music and water flowing from the upstairs bathroom. 

You begin shedding your clothes entering the steaming bathroom. Wordlessly you flush yourself behind your wife wrapping your arms around her.

She doesn’t say anything which sort of surprises you. Instead Quinn lays her arms over yours bringing them closer. You pepper neck and jaw with kisses making her sigh, laying her head back against you. 

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“No Y/N-” You jolted up when you had only just sat down. “-don’t sit on the sofas! My mother and your parents will be here any minute now!” Quinn huffed, clearing out the wrinkles your body made.

Usually Judy will stay with Frannie and then when your parents go back home she’ll start splitting her time between the houses. Flying back when she’s ready, or rather when Quinn and Frannie start dropping hints.

“Quinnie, chill the hell out. You’re giving me anxiety and you’re making Y/N tense.” Frannie hissed, rubbing her head.

“What if she decides to stay longer again?” Quinn gulped internally, screaming. She loves her mother, but sometimes she’s a bit much. She just knows Judy and most likely your parents will sense something is going on with your marriage.

“We’ll be honest with her and say she needs to go back with Y/N’s parents.” Frannie shrugs.

“We can’t tell our mother that.” The younger blonde glared at her older sister. Just as your father’s truck drove into your driveway.

You couldn’t help yourself, you rushed outside.

“Hey old man, how was the trip?” You grinned walking up to your father who was stretching his back. You began working on your footwork before throwing a few soft punches. Your dad chuckled before bringing you in a bear hug.

“Hmm, I missed you papa bear.” You smiled breathing in his cologne your mother no doubt bought for him.

“I missed you too kiddo.” Your dad squeezed just a little harder before letting you go as your mother and Judy walked up.

“Momma.” You let go of your dad relaxing into your mothers arms. You could hear Quinn and Frannie walk out with the kids.

“Oooh I missed you sweetheart.” Your mom held you just a few seconds longer before letting you go a bit. “Y/N you feel a little thinner. Have you been eating? You haven’t been overdoing it in the gym have you?”

Quinn internally rolled her eyes at your mothers words.

“Same routine as always mom.” You chuckled looking over at Beth and Finley being tickled and hugged by your dad. 

“GG!” Finley smiles, hugging her legs.

“Oh my sweet little Angel! Hello my treasures!” Your mom lifted Finley up, holding her close and letting out a few tears as Finley squealed and giggled in her arms. Soon Judy took Finley and your mom took Beth.

“Oh sweetheart you're growing up so fast!” Your mom whined holding her close. 

You look over at Judy who has Finley in her arms. “Hey Judes, I’m glad you could make it out.” You hug her with Finley.

“Oh I just had to come see my sweet grand babies.” 

“Thanks mom.” Frannie smiled sarcastically. 

“Oh stop it.” Judy playfully smacked her eldest. “Where’s Alex?” 

“She is with her father in Arizona this summer.” Frannie reminded her mother. 

“Oh yes I forgot.” Judy nodded.

Quinn hugged your father and then your mother before inviting them inside.

“Great work on the front yard champ. Love seeing the handprints.” Your father pats you on the back. “Now show us the house.” 

You eagerly guided your parents and mother in law around the house and backyard.

Your family walked back inside while you and your dad stayed in the backyard.

“So what do we have to work on?” Your dad grinned.

You showed your father your shed which had some baby plants growing. You pointed towards the supplies for the treehouse you want to build.

“A treehouse?! Fin is going to love it. She's a little young for it, don’t you think?” 

“I figured Beth can use it until she can climb on her own.” You shrugged.

“Good idea, she’s still young.” 

You snapped your fingers in thought.

“Oh hey pop you’re never gonna guess who lives across the street from me.”

“Is it M Night Shamalan?” He gasped.

“What? No. Why is he always your guess? He’s not gonna show up anywhere dad.”

“You don’t know that.”

“No it’s Tony Stark!” You chuckled.

“Tony Stark?” He furrowed his brow. “Tony, Tony- Oh my goodness Anthony Stark lives across the street from you?!” He beamed.

“Yeah! He showed me an old photo of you guys.” You showed him the photo on your phone.

“Oh man good times.” He laughed. “Yeah he was a freshman in this picture I wanna say I was a junior.”

“He’ll be at Fin’s birthday tomorrow so you can catch up then.”

“What a small world.” Your father chuckled, handing your phone back. “Well I can’t wait to catch up with him.” 

You both lugged the supplies towards the tree in your backyard.

“Y/N Y/L/N, what in the world are you building now?!” Natasha kinked her brow. “And who is this tall drink of water?”

“Hey Nat, this is my dad.” You grinned, walking you and your dad over to the fence.

“Frank, but you can call me Frankie.” He smiled, shaking her hand. 

“Natasha but you can call me Nat, I feel like I know you already. This one always has a story to tell me.” She smirked tapping your arm.

“Oh I’m sure.” Your father laughed.

“Where’s Mrs. Y/L/N? I can’t wait to meet her.”

“Oh she’s inside with the girls.” He smiled. Before noticing the small door you made. “Aw Y/N it’s perfect!” He moved the door opening and closing it.

“Isn’t it? We figured it would be easier for the kids plus Beth and Fin like to come over and swim. So what are the two of you building now?” The Russian woman asked.

“Well we’re gonna build a treehouse for my grand babies.” He smiled.

“You’re really gonna do it?” She smirked at you.

“Hmhm, she’s the one that made me do it pop.”

“Good keeping my kid out of trouble!” You furrow your brows at your father. “You have any kids Nat?” Your dad asks.

“No.” She smiles sadly, shaking her head.

Your father nodded understanding.

“Frankie, Y/N, dinner is ready.”

“Oh hun come meet Y/N’s sweetheart of a neighbor Natasha.”

“Oh well hello, hello.” Your mother smiles walking over.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you Mrs. Y/L/N. You’ve raised such an amazing human being.”

“Didn’t I?” Your mom jokes hugging you close. “I like this one Y/N she knows how to give compliments.”

You chuckled.

“Oh please Natasha, call me Sophia.”

“Only if you call me Nat.” She smiled hugging your mother.

“Ugh your hair is so beautiful Nat!” Your mom cooed softly, touching her silky red locks.

“Thank you.” She blushed.

“You know Nat is from Russia.” You are with a lopsided grin.

“Get out!” Your mother gasped. “No wonder! She’s so beautiful Y/N.” Your mom said, now caressing Natasha’s cheeks. 

“Okay honey, relax.” Your father Frankie laughed.

“You should see Fin when she’s around her. She loves Nat.”

“Really? Aww Finny’s got her first crush.”

“Fin is just like you were when you were a baby.” Your father chuckled. “When Y/N was Finley’s age-“

Natasha nodded intently listening to your fathers embarrassing story about you. “She had this babysitter named-“ Your father snapped his fingers squinting as he tried to recall her name.

“Ingrid-“ you muttered remembering the green eyed woman.

“She had hair and eyes just like yours.” Your mother nodded adding to the story.

“Anyway this one acted as if she were her girlfriend. She would never show up without flowers or a treat-“

“Dad, come on-“

“What? It was adorable! My little Casanova.” Your mom squeezed you.

“She had red hair like Ariel from The Little Mermaid- No! You know what, I don’t need to defend myself. I was a toddler!”

Your parents began cackling right along with Natasha.

“Hey stop laughing at me!” You glared jokingly at the redhead.

“I’m sorry it’s just so cute!” She laughed.

“Y/N!” This time it was your wife. “Food’s gonna get cold. Hey Natasha.” She waved begrudgingly towards the redhead. “Natty?” Fin’s head pops out behind her mother’s legs.

“Hi cutie pie!” She waves.

“Be right there hun.” You nod to Quinn before she goes back inside.

Your daughter jumps down the stairs running towards the redhead. Natasha leaned down, lifting her up in her arms.

“Hi Natty.” Your daughter said bashfully, playing with her red hair.

“You weren’t joking.” Your mom gasps as they watch Finley bashfully talk to Natasha and play with her hair and ears.

“Nope.” You chuckled as your daughter and the Russian beauty conversed.

Meanwhile inside the house your mother in law watched the scene from inside the house. “I don’t like her.” Judy shook her head.

“You haven’t even met her.” Frannie huffed.

“I don’t need to meet her, it's obvious she wants Y/N.”

Frannie nervously looked over at her sister who was fuming by the stove.

“Mom enough!” Frannie hissed..

“Frannie women with slut red hair always want your husband. Just ask Dolly Parton.” She huffed, waving her hand that held a martini.

“Mom Y/N and Natasha are just friends. She’s married and Y/N wouldn't cheat.” Frannie said more for Quinn than her mother.

“That’s how it always starts. Quinn, keep your eyes open. Russell cheated, Bob cheated on Frannie.”

“What are you trying to say mom? That she’s next?” Frannie exclaimed.

“Yes I am. Y/N has always been a great partner for you Quinn, but that woman next door is looking at her like she brought world peace. All I’m saying is watch them or you’ll be catching them in your bed.”

“Mother!” Frannie gasped.

“That’s enough mom.” Quinn grit. “Y/N is not a cheater. Y/N is not Russell or Bob.”

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“Well we better go inside. It was nice meeting you Nat.” Your parents say in unison.

“Jinx!” Your parents smirked at one another.

“There’s a coke inside dad.” You grinned.

Natasha smiled fondly at them before looking over at you recalling the first time you ate dinner in her home. “It was great meeting you both.

Your mother smiles warmly bringing her in a hug before taking Finley from her arms.

“Noooo GG! Natty!” Your daughter whined reaching for the Russian beauty.

“It’s okay, Finny, we'll see each other again very soon. Okay?” Natasha cooed, tapping Finley’s chin dimple.

Your toddler giggled and nodded.

“I’ll take that coke on some ice.” Your mother winks before walking towards the door, your father chasing after her to open it for her.

“I’ll catch up with you later.” You smile walking backwards.

“Later.” Natasha smiled watching you walk back inside to your family.

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“Quinn, that was delicious.” Your father smiles.

“It was! Thank you, sweetheart.” You say pecking her cheek softly letting your hand squeeze her knee.

“A bit garlicy.” Judy says, causing your wife to tense up.

“I put the garlic in because it needed it.” Frannie shrugged she didn’t, but anything against her mother is game.

“Well regardless it was very tasty, Quinn.” Sophia smiled warmly. 

“Thank you Sophia.” Quinn smiles warmly not acknowledging her mothers dig.

“I'll go grab dessert.” You clear your throat.

“So… Quinn how’s work been?” Your father fills in the silence.

“It’s been great! Started working from home more! I go to the office maybe two or three times a week if that.”

“That’s great.” Frank smiled warmly. 

“The neighborhood is so nice!” You mom gushes.

“The neighborhood has been very welcoming.” Quinn nods.

“Beth, I hear you’ve made lots of friends out here.” Your mom smiled warmly.

She smiles swallowing before saying “Monica, Morgan, Billy, Tommy, Lyla, and Cassie!”

“That’s a whole lotta friends kiddo!” Your dad grinned.

“Are you excited to go to school with them?” Judy asks.

Beth’s eyes widen comically as you walk back in with desert.

“Beth, your grandma asked you a question.” Quinn spoke as she pushed her daughter’s blonde hair out of her face.

“Oh yes grandma!” Beth smiled. 

“Maybe we can go school supply shopping while I’m here.” Judy smiled.

“Oh Judy you really don’t have to do that-“ you begin.

“No no, I would love to help besides school is what? A few weeks away?”

“What about Alex?” Frannie kinked her brow.

“You can tag along and choose for her.” Judy nodded.

Dammit Frannie internally cursed now she has to shop with her mom. 

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“Well that went well.” You sighed changing into your pajamas.

Quinn gave you a look.

“Except Judes I know.” You nodded, sighing walking over to your wife who was currently using a facial massager.

“I love her but she’s tiring.”

You nod, bringing her in your arms. You walk her over to the mattress, getting her to lay on her stomach. You straddle her thighs and begin massaging the stress away.

“Can I ask you something and you promise you won’t get upset?” She said with a muffled voice.

“What’s up buttercup?” You ask, chuckling.

“Can you not really show attention to Natasha while my mom is around?” 

“Wait what?” You asked, causing her to turn over.

“Please? I know we talked about it but…”

“What’d she say?”

“Just please for my own sake?”

“Okay.” You nod sadly before she brings you in a kiss.

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“Mom, pop, it’s time to get up!” Beth whispered. 

You and Quinn wake up with a gasp.

“Come on, come on!” She beamed holding balloons and a small wild berry muffin with a candle in it.

You and Quinn nod, getting out of bed. You stayed up all night to create Finley’s jungle themed birthday. Beth begged you both to let her do something for Fin as well. It wasn’t until Frannie suggested she start a tradition the way she had with Quinn. 

“Ready?” Beth whispered to you both at Finley’s door. You both nod with a sleepy smile.

Beth began singing happy birthday, awakening her little sister. Finley gasped with a smile. 

“Happy birthday Fin!” You all say lifting her up on your lap as you sit on the small twin sized bed.

“My boythday?” Fin yawned, leaning back in your arms.

“It sure is, love.” Quinn smiled.

“You’re 3 years old now kiddo.” You squeezed.

Quinn took her tiny hand using her fingers to show her how many she was.

“Dis many?” Fin blinked, she was so damn precious when she wakes up. 

“Hmhm, 3.” You nod.

“You have to make a wish and blow out your candle.” Beth smiled sweetly.

Finley smiled at all of you before turning towards her muffin. She closed her eyes before blowing out her candles.

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“So how did things with Tina go?” You asked Mike who was helping you with the finishing touches.

“We slept together.” Mike blushed before looking over at Tina who worked on the other side with Kurt, Blaine, Mercedes, and Sam.

“Wooow.” You grinned mouth agape in surprise. 

Mike nudged you laughing.

“So you two are gonna try things again?” You asked.

“I’m not sure we haven’t talked about it yet.”

“Oof.” 

“What about you and your little love triangle?” He smirked only for it to quickly fade. “How the fuck do you always end up in a love triangle by the way?” He pointed with a huff.

“What?!” You huffed furrowing your brows.

“Uhh hello Gabrielle Avery in high school, pretty sure there was a girl in college, and then Sersi! Oh my God I can’t believe you didn’t choose her!”

“Mike!” You glared with a huff.

“Sersi, is British - Asian…BrAsian?“

You kinked your brow.

“She loved your babies, she wanted to have your babies, crazy smart, and drop dead gorgeous. Oh and she didn’t treat you like crap.”

“Mike.” You raised your brow.

He raised his hands and then changed the subject.

“What did you and Natasha do last night?”

“Well we checked out this extreme painting with a twist place. She kissed me and then we went to a bar and this girl was on me and she kissed me again-“

“Whoa! Wait! Wait… she kissed you more than once after the photo shoot kiss?” Mike covered his mouth in shock.

“Well it wasn’t like that!”

“Hmhm.” He shook his head at you.

“It wasn’t! The second kiss was for a photo and the third was to get this handy chick off of me.”

“A likely story.” Mike smirked laughing as you nudged him. “So you did you like it?” 

“Dude.”

“Come on! I’m your best friend, just tell the truth.” He raised his brow with a cheeky grin.

“Well I mean yeah who wouldn’t enjoy kissing a woman like her.”

“Has it been weird between you two?”

You furrow your brows in thought before turning to look over at the Russian Beauty. 

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“Wait, wait, wait, wait, you’re telling me you made out with Y/N right in front of her wife? Then kissed her two more times?” Wanda raised her brows as she helped Natasha decorate her backyard for Finley’s party.

“You made out with Y/N?!” Laura gasped.

“I did not make out with Y/N!” Natasha chastised. “It was an innocent kiss for a photo shoot.”

Her two closest friends raised their brows.

“Uh oh, the look of shame. What happened?” Clint chuckled, bringing the slide from his home to Natasha’s pool for the party.

“Nat and Y/N made out!” Wanda let out.

“Oh shit.” He chuckled, raising his brows.

“It’s not what you think.” Laura raised her brow. “It was for a photo shoot.” She calmly explained.

“Bullshit.” He laughed. “Tasha you loved it just admit you got a thing for your neighbor. I saw the way you looked at Y/N at Tony’s party.”

“Clint shut it.” Laura rolled her eyes.

“Oh come on, it's just us, admit it you’ve got a crush.” Clint pointed.

“Fine!” Natasha huffed. “The kiss was…”

“Intoxicating?” Wanda asked.

“Magical?” Laura added.

“Addictive?” Clint shrugged.

“All of the above.” She sighed looking over at you not realizing that you were already looking at her.

You waved with a small smile and she waved back.

“Oh yeah you’re into Y/N.” Clint nodded.

“Nat, I love you, but please be careful. Y/N is married… with children.” Wanda cringed at the thought of a woman trying to come between her and Vis.

“I know.” The Russian sighed, turning back towards her task at hand. Natasha knew she shouldn’t have kissed you. She knew she would want more. She knew she would love it. She knew you’d be a great kisser, but by God if she didn’t think about the way you held her hips. The way your body tightened when she ran her hands up your abs to your chest and shoulders. The way your tongue darted against her lips before moving your lips against hers. She had to admit she wants more. She needs more.

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“I mean we seem fine.” You say turning back towards Mike.

“Did Quinn make you sleep downstairs?”

“No thankfully all of this is going on.”

“So that’s how you stayed out of the dog house. Your parents and your kids saved your ass!” He cackled.

“Shut up.” You muttered. “We also talked.”

“Bullshit.”

“We did!” You whined.

“Let me guess you both had sex and you forgave her?”

“We talked!” You gruffed.

“Yeah more ‘Ohhh Yeaah’ he moaned.”

“I can’t with you anymore.” You say, shaking your head as you walked away.

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“So you guys fix things?” Santana asked her blonde friend.

“Yeah we talked.”

“Good cause it’s not fair to be upset with them.” Santana said as they stood in line.

“I know but what if Y/N enjoyed it? What if they-“

“Stop. You have to trust Y/N. You’re going to drive yourself mad.”

“I just know that look Natasha gave Y/N. That’s the ‘I wanna run away with you and have your babies’ look.”

“So what? Let her look. It’s you that Y/N is married too. It’s you she sleeps with at night.”

“Did you tell Y/N Berry kissed you?”

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“Come through here you all can set up in the back.” 

Natasha looks up hearing you speaking to the petting zoo people. She smiles as you jolt back from a python hanging from the zookeeper’s shoulders.

“Jeez!!” You yelped as the snake’s head came towards you.

“Aww don’t worry he’s a sweetheart.” The snake wrangler chuckled.

“He can’t get loose and eat my daughters right?” You gulped.

“What’s wrong Y/L/N?” Laura teased smirking from Nat’s backyard.

“You scared of a little snake?” Natasha smirked looking over from her backyard fixing a giant inflatable gorilla.

“Little?l” you huffed, turning your head seeing Steve wave as he walked through the entrance of the backyard. “Thanks again Steve, you're a lifesaver.” You grinned as the ex-military man brought over his brand new grill.

“Of course Y/N any time!” He paused looking around at all of your friends putting up decorations. It was now 1100 and he knew the party was supposed to go on at 1300. 

“Oh my God that man.” Mercedes and Kurt fanned themselves looking at Steve Rogers from where they were working.

“Wow. Just look at his butt.” Kurt sighed, earning a glare from Blaine. 

“I’m sorry hunny but he’s got back.”

“Okay. Chill.” Sam scoffed at his girlfriend.

“Is anyone getting a little bit of a gay vibe from him?” Artie furrowed his brow tilting his head squinting. “No? Just me?”

“His gaydar is better than mine.” Blaine shrugged with a smirk.

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“Uhh… you want some help?” Steve asked with a sweet smile.

“I mean I wouldn’t turn it down.” You chuckled. “As you can see I'm a little over my head.”

“I never leave a soldier behind.” He quirked his brow, placing on an apron. “I’ve got the food pal. You go do what you need to do.”

You nodded as he began setting up shop. You looked around and everything was nearly finished. The theme of the party is Young Wild & Three; jungle theme using The Wild Thornberrys and Tarzan as inspiration. 

The booths were up, the makeshift obstacle course Natasha dubbed Swingin’ From The Threes. You and your father created it completed with a ball pit, zip line, and a treehouse. All you had left to do was change and get Finley’s outfit ready. 

“I think we’re done.” Quinn said, walking up to you.

“I’ll call my parents.” Your parents had taken the girls and Arlo out so you could surprise Finley.

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Once the birthday girl arrived you got her in her outfit and covered her eyes before going outside.

“Papa can’t see. Papa!” Finley huffed before pulling at your hands. You dropped them just as all of your family and friends jumped out saying happy birthday.

You beamed down at your daughter's face seeing her surprised and joyful expression.

She clapped her hands beaming at everyone. “It’s my boythday! I’m this many!” She shouted holding up 3 tiny fingers.

Everyone laughed and cheered.

“Whoa!” She gasped pointing to her brand new treehouse and presents. “Mine? Those ones too?” 

“Yes sweet girl.” Quinn cooed.

“Happy birthday Fin.” You both say.

“Papa down please.” She wiggles in your arms wanting to get down. Soon the party is in full swing. The kids are running around going through the obstacles and booths you all set up.

Finley was running around with Nate and Arlo on either side of her.

“Natty look!” Finley gasps, tugging her hand pointing at her treehouse.

“It’s awesome Finny!”

“It’s my boythday.” She smiled.

“Yes it is moi sladosti.” 

“Auntie Nat!” Nate smiled, hugging her legs.

“Well hello moy krasivyy.” She smiled crouching down to kiss his head.

“Fin come on, let's see the animals!” Beth grinned pointing towards the petting zoo.

Fin gasped running towards Beth and the animals with Nate and Arlo close behind.

“Thanks for helping me with all this.” You say walking up to Natasha making sure your mother in law was nowhere in sight.

“Of course. Look at how happy she is! How happy all of them are.” She smiled looking from your girls to the rest of the kids on the block.

“Nat?” She turns back towards you. “We’re good, right?”

“Of course we are, why wouldn't we be?” She smiled, pinching your arm.

“Cool.” You smiled trying to move your arm away from her.

“How’s Quinn?” She asked.

“She’s better now.” You blush looking over at your wife bashfully who was speaking with the hobbit- Rachel.

“Well she doesn’t look like she wants to rip my head off anymore.” Natasha smirked.

“Yeah I’m sorry about that.” You cringed.

“You’ve really got to stop apologizing for your wife.” Natasha said softly.

“I know.” You sighed.

“It’s okay you can make it up to me with a kiss.” She smirked watching you blush. “I’m kidding Y/N.” 

“I know that.” You chuckled.

“So Beth’s birthday is in June, Fin’s is August, and yours is?” The redhead raised her brow.

“Late September.” You grinned.

“You’re gonna be?”

“28.” You nodded, taking a sip from your drink. “When’s yours?”

“December 3rd.” She smiles before taking a swig of her drink. You can’t help but notice the way her lips look against the bottle. Causing you to remember the way the kiss felt.

“Winter baby.” You smiled, shaking your weird intruding thoughts. “Scratch that; a Russian Winter baby. Did your parents wrestle a bear to have you?” You cringed immediately. “Nope; you’re adopted and your parents are gone. Ahh. I’m sorry Nat.”

“Y/N.” She chuckled, laying her hand on your shoulder. “Relax. I know you didn’t mean anything by it. I thought it was funny. Don’t let the kiss mess what we have up.” 

“Kisses.” You elaborated with a blush.

“Right kisses.” She nods looking away from your lips. “I see your dad and Tony are going down memory lane.” 

You turn to see your dad laughing along with Tony both holding each other for support.

“Looks like it.” You chuckled.

“Did you talk to Quinn about his job offer?”

“Not yet.” You sighed.

“Y/N.” Natasha looked frustrated with you.

“I will.”

“Please do.”

“Y/N.” You turn, hearing your mother in law.

“Yes Judes?” You smile.

“Your wife needs help with the food.”

“Oh?” You furrowed your brows before heading off.

Judy smiled at the redhead who watched you run inside. “Why hello dear, I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Judy, Quinn’s mother.”

“Nice to meet you Judy, I'm Natasha, their neighbor.” She smiled pointing to the house with the pool before reaching out to shake her hand.

“Oh, do you live alone?” Judy asked, clearing clocking her wedding ring.

“Oh no my husband Bruce-”

“Oh so you’re married?”

“It’ll be 3 years in less than 6 months.” The redhead responded understanding where Judy is going with this.

“Oh well that's lovely dear. So since you have a husband you’ll leave my daughter’s alone?”

Natasha looked taken back. “I’m sorry?”

“You heard me correctly, dear.”

“I-” Natasha felt like a fish out of water. She didn’t think Judy would just say it so bluntly.

“I’ve seen women like you. Stay away from my family.”

“Hey Nat! Judes!” Brittany smiled walking up with her wife Santana.

“Oh hello Brittany Santana!” Judy hugged both girls. “I’m going to go get me a plate.”

“We figured you needed saving.” Santana smirked.

“You were right to assume. I’m pretty sure she just called me whore without calling me a whore, and told me to leave Y/N alone.” Natasha laughed in disbelief.

“Yup that’s Judy Fabray fo ya.” Santana sighed.

Natasha couldn’t help but wonder how Quinn’s childhood was. No wonder she is the way that she is.

“Don’t take anything she says to heart.” Brittany shook her head, waving her off. “Her ex husband- Quinn’s father cheated on her for years until he finally left her. That was when she started talking to Quinn again.”

“Ahh I see.” Natasha nodded.

Santana began laughing hysterically seeing Kurt and Blaine covered in ketchup and mustard.

“Poncho!” Kurt cried pointing to the mess all over his rain poncho.

Next Chapter

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

The Brice Family ✤ Centre Stage

Antonio "Tony" Motta-Brice & Keegan Brice (dads; mid 40s) Carter Brice (31) Kaia Brice & Malia Brice (28/29) Mateo Brice (19) Carla Vasquez-Brice (15) Maci & Chelsie Brice (13) Zane Brice (12) Ava Brice (6)

Ages are based on season 1, all of them are adopted (Chelsie & Zane are full siblings, parents put them up for adoption when Zane was an infant), and Tony & Keegan adopt Beth at the end of season 1

As the only one who remembers her bio parents (she was 5 when they died, Carla survived a car accident and they didn't), Carla chose to hyphenate her last name to honour them and gets very annoyed when people only call her by one of them

Carter Brice is the same age as Josh St James and they've been friends for most of their lives, and Kaia & Malia Brice were high school friends of Amelie Kline, Lindsay Wright, and Franny Fabray

Carla has spent her life doing community theatre with both Josh and Shelby Corcoran and they're both part of the family, she also considers Jesse to be an honorary extra sibling, and there is always an extra bed at the Brice house for anyone who might need it, their children's friends are all considered family

After The Incident™, Carla's dads seriously discussed moving out of Lima, but that would have also involved moving four children 11 and under, so instead Carla asked if she could move in with her uncle Al and favourite cousin Sugar, and she lived with them until Al and his wife (Kamilah Motta) decided to get a divorce, which led her to finally returning to her dads and siblings for her sophomore year of high school

Tag List: @airwolf92 – want to be added?

[jacobbenisreal]

“A smart decision.” He noted at not trusting people much. “Plus people don’t listen very well. Hopefully, we’re out of here before it turns all Belko Experiment up in here. Who do you think is gonna go all alpha dog and try to boss everyone around?” JBI’s eyes follow her line of sight. “Ooh, I wanna know what they’re arguing about. If it’s good, I’m sure I’ll hear about it, later”

He continued walking with her and the box. “It’s always been a sport I love too. Why was swimming a disaster?” He asked, curiously. Not assuming it was any big secret. It’s clear, as they carry the box, that the woman’s side has more strength holding it up, but JBI isn’t surprised by that at all. He’s not the most athletic guy. His strength has always lied in having tough skin, being shameless, and delusional confidence.

“Okay, let me see… I’m a freshman, I enjoy blogging, reporting, AV club, Britney Spears, and trolling the internet. I’m not allowed to join competitive clubs because of sports rage and I can fit twenty-two grapes in my mouth without dying.” He grinned. “My favorite animal is frogs, I grew up in Southern California, and I cannot stand Canon camera products.” Just then he notices the jock’s argument start to escalate. “Hold on, I gotta see this.” He set the box on a table and rushed to the action.

It was kind of Jacob to offer help, and Frannie's eyes landed on him with an appreciative smile. "Just the one!" She confirmed, strengthening her grip on the side of the box that she was holding before they started to move. "Well, while it sounds in theory like a good idea to bring the people to the box, I have limited trust in people. And right now, it's absolute chaos. Bringing the box to the entrance of the gymnasium will mean we can distribute to everyone equally as they arrive." Her eyes deliberately slid across the room, landing intentionally on a group of jocks arguing and three cheerleaders still crying about their mobile service. "As you can see, I don't think people are in the kind of mood to be thinking logically." A small smirk rested on her lips as she spoke, mainly because it amused her just how differently people reacted to a crisis.

Readying her hands against the edge of the box, Frannie started moving backwards, stepping carefully to make sure she wasn't bumping into anything. She quirked an eyebrow at his question. "Cheerleading has always been a sport I've loved. I've always enjoyed being competitive, though, so I tried swimming when I was a senior. It was nothing short of a disaster." She gave a smile in memory, continuing to weave in and out of the groups of students. "How about you? Tell me about you."

[jacobbenisreal]

wmufranniefabray - x

How does she knooooooooow… you love her?

Yup, that's the song. And her name was Giselle.

[limalatina]

Frannie 🩷

Can you believe they stuck us in here with no cell service? Someone should find a way to get the fire marshal on the line because this many students in an enclosed space is definitely a code violation. But no worries, babe. I got you. @wmufranniefabray

𝐅 — Flowers by Miley Cyrus. { link } 𝐑 — Religion by Lana Del Rey. { link } 𝐀 — Angel by Omar Apollo. 🖤 { link } 𝐍 — none of you by VÉRITÉ. { link } 𝐍 — No More Suckers by MARINA. { link } 𝐈 — In My Room by Frank Ocean. { link } 𝐄 — Exhausted by H.E.R. { link }

Send me your name and I will make a playlist out of the letters!

[gleefulquinn]

from the journal of: quinn fabray-collins. dated: november 8, 2024

tomorrow i leave la to head to ohio. it's been four years since i've even been back in my home town, but i think it's finally time to go back. i haven't seen frannie or the kids in months, and my mom has been begging me to bring the kids home for christmas for a few years now. ben is not very keen on me being away from the house for so many weeks, even less so once i told him i don't plan on vlogging during our time apart, but i need a break. i'm so exhausted from being on all the time. it feels like my life isn't real, it's all an elaborate show for some faceless, nameless viewer clicking a like button.

( in the margins · remind alex to upload next week's video on tuesday, and have her run the video by this weeks sponsor. also, find out who this weeks sponsor even is. )

i've been invited by my old high school to participate in the annual arts showcase this year, apparently that's a thing now? since when does mckinley celebrate the arts? that's new. i was a bit hesitant at first, but i think having the kids spend some time in a place where no one is famous and there aren't any cameras will be good for them. and beth's been texting me a lot lately, it'll be good to see her again in person. plus...i admit, i've been a bit curious about my old classmates. i saw tina at an event in la a few weeks back and just being around a familiar face felt...grounding. plus it's been years since i've done anything performance related. thank god for la connections, i've managed to get in a few vocal and dance lessons before leaving for ohio so i won't seem totally incompetent in front of everyone. something needs to change. here's hoping a trip back home will do the trick, i'm at the end of my rope.

to do list: □ pick up the dry cleaner □ call alex, leave instructions for next week □ send raw footage to vince □ finish packing □ double check everyone's passports □ call shelby □ call in darcy's prescription