#frannie fabray (inspo)

[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)

[wmucody]

TITLE: In Melancholy, Admission Is Born. DATE:  Wednesday 28th February. 2 days after this interaction. SONG INSPO: Happiness by The Fray. SUMMARY: A drunken Cody contemplates reaching out to Frannie. OOC: A gift for Justine as WMU closes.

It had been 48 hours since Cody last saw Frannie. Since he crumbled any last foundations that could have been shaped into a platonic friendship - out of sheer reactiveness when she informed him that she wanted to be with Sam instead. It was his most toxic trait. To destroy something out of impulsiveness. To do before he thought. It wasn't the choosing of the other that had gotten to Cody because in all honest if he was Frannie, he would pick Sam over him too. It was the reality that she knew things about him that he didn't dare tell anyone before. And now she was a stranger with his deepest secrets.

His eyes narrowed at the sunlight, his facial reaction wincing at the same time. It was 7am and he had just been leaving an underground club on the outskirts of Lima. After his shifts at Scandals he stayed behind with a few other regulars who told him about the joint. And with his state of mind these days he wasn't one to turn down a potential good time. That was his problem. He couldn't go home. Because then he would be stuck with his thoughts.

Scrolling down his cracked iPhone screen, Cody was looking for the name of a taxi driver he was on first name basis with and who he has quite an established relationship with, who would save him in these certain times of needs when he just needed back home. The scrolling stopped in his tracks when he saw the contact name. Frannie Fabray. With a contact photo when they were both at the Fabray household, drunken and completely in awe of each other.

His fingers hit the green call button without thinking. The call automatically going to voicemail. As he slumped down on the building, his knees brought up to his chest and his head hanging cowardly, Cody listened to his options of leaving a voicemail. And without thinking, he began to ramble.

"Hey. I know you don't wanna hear from me.. and I know this is selfish of me calling you up, at this hour in the morning, with how intoxicated I am, when you're probably sleeping next to Sam. But I miss you. I miss you terribly, and the way you just got me, and how I got you, and how nothing else really mattered. Not even in a romantic sense. But, damn, remembering the pressure of your lips has been the cause of air being dragged from my lungs numerous times. But that doesn't matter now. Not a lot of things do. But I just want you to know I'm thankful for you. Because after months of feeling nothing deeply enough in my heart since walking away from Cedes, you made me remember I do have the ability to feel something other than the temporary pleasure I feed into my life. And, even in our times of not speaking, I will always remember us for what we had and not what we are now."

Clearing his throat, Cody listened to the phone operator. Press 1 to listen to your voicemail, press 2 to send, press 3 to cancel and hang up. His thumb grazed over number 2 but ultimately pressed down on number 3 before sliding his phone into his pocket, pushing himself to his feet as he began the shameful walk back to the campus grounds.

[wmufranniefabray]

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ after hours.

para title: after hours. song inspo: lost on you, lewis capaldi. OR [ here ] date: friday 29th march. summary: after briefly returning home for the morning, frannie struggles with the continuous power struggle her parents still attempt to hold over her. trigger warnings: tw child abuse, tw bad parenting?

"Why did we have to find out you had a BOYFRIEND through the internet, Franscesca?"

Her Father's voice had hissed the question at her like it had been some kind of disease. As though the news disgusted him. Perhaps it wasn't the news of a boyfriend, necessarily, but more so how Frannie had kept it relatively secret from her parents. A few hints had been thrown in, here and there, over the previous weeks...but nothing that had solidly confirmed it. No hiding now.

Pursing her lips, Frannie stared back in her Father, a familiar feeling of irritation sweeping across her features. "This is the first time I've seen you both since it happened." She explained, keeping her voice relatively firm. Cool, almost. Devoid of any kind of emotion. "And I wanted to make sure it was serious before I told you both."

She was an expert at this. Years of weaving her way out of situations had led her to confidently managing to de-escalate situations as best as she could with her parents. In spite of that, the shaking of her hands that were placed inside of her pockets revealed just how nervous she was about this news.

Reading her parents expressions, Frannie watched oh-so-carefully to determine their reactions. Every slight change in facial feature meant something serious to her. She'd spent her entire childhood watching carefully each and every expression to help her determine whether each day would be a good day...or a bad one. Being back in her home again felt like she was being transported back in time. A time where her Father rose his eyebrows and crossed his arms across his chest. Neither of which weren't bad signs...but they weren't necessarily good, either.

"So, who is this Sam boy anyway?" Russell Fabray asked after a brief silence with a small scoff and eye roll, mirroring the exact same tone he used when he had heard about Frannie's previous boyfriend. "You know we will only accept him into our circle, Frannie, if he treats you like the Princess that you are."

A wave of relief washed over her features and she silently let out a breath she had been holding in. She felt dizzy; exhileratingly so. "He does, Daddy." Frannie answered with a small smile and a nod, trying to hold back on the urge to completely gush about Sam completely. "Honestly, you will absolutely adore him. He's charming and he's sweet and he absolutely adores all of the dorky movies that you're obsessed with."

This appeared, at least for now, to appease her parents.

"Does he share the same faith as us? That's very important." Judy questioned from across the kitchen, raising her gaze to meet with Frannie's. "We will need to meet him, of course, Frannie, to make sure he's the right man for you. There are lots of questions we need answering."

This had been what Frannie had been fearing. Although she had mastered, by this point, remaining a neutral expression on her face, it felt as though dread had settled in her gut. A darkness had closed in. The reason why she had failed to mention Sam to her parents was because keeping these worlds so distinctly separate meant that she could hide just how...intense, this side of her life was. Maintain the illusion that her family, while imperfect, were relatively normal. While Sam knew a little, thanks to their pre-Spring Break evening together where Frannie had opened up, it was no where near as...chaotic as actually meeting her family in person. The questions. The judgement. The way she was oh-so-sure they would make snark comments about any sort of weakness. Keeping Sam away from that Fabray world was...easier than admitting just how much she wanted to escape from that world entirely.

Giving her parents a reassuring smile, Frannie released a small chuckle. "Don't be ridiculous, Momma." She smoothly replied. "We're only newly dating. Once we're a little more...serious, I'll look at arranging a time to meet him. The last thing I want to do is scare him off just yet." While her tone implied to her parents that she was teasing them, she was serious. There was a strong possibility her parents may scare Sam away, and Frannie wouldn't blame him at all.

"Fine." Russell responded, but a small frown creasing across his forehead warned Frannie this wasn't over. Far from it. "But we will be meeting him eventually. And we will make sure he is right for our baby girl."

Once she had left her parents house and was making her way back to her car, parked up against the sidewalk outside, Frannie's eyes darted to the sky with a small sigh. Did anyone really deserve this life? Having to meet her parents and pretend like their version of life was normal? Sam certainly didn't. He deserved so much more than that. A girlfriend with a family who wasn't such a mess. A girlfriend who didn't feel as though she had to lie to her parents to avoid him meeting them. A girlfriend without so much...stuff. In her eyes, Sam deserved the world.

It was then that Frannie flipped out her phone, shooting Cody a quick message. Someone who understood was someone she needed to speak to right now.

[fairgrovehq]

§ The Stats

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§ Connection

Quinn Fabray’s older sister. Almost all of the suggestions are negotiable, but she could be sent by their parents to check up on Quinn. She could be a volunteer, mentor, or resident. The sisters have never been very close and have always had a strained relationship, usually fueled by their parent’s high expectations of them, but they still love each other dearly.

§ Biography Inspo

Growing up in the Fabray household, everything had very clear expectations. There was a certain way of acting required for the life Russel and Judy had built themselves, and their daughters both grew up fitting into their cookie cutter mold.

The girls were not terribly far apart in age, and they always got along well together growing up. They were each other’s playmates and often confidants. Quinn looked up to Frannie and sought to make herself exactly like her older sister.

As Frannie grew older, she and Quinn grew apart. Their differences became more prominent, and eventually, the two began to become more competitive in trying to achieve their parent’s affections.

When Frannie moved on to college, Quinn’s accidental pregnancy in high school drove them even more apart. Their parents’ disapproved, growing so far as to kick Quinn out of the house, and Frannie, at least outwardly, agreed with them. Quinn found it difficult to forgive her sister for not being there during this time.

Quinn and Frannie only recently reconnected, after Quinn left an abusive relationship and found a home at Harborage. Quinn reached out to her mother, though she hasn’t been in touch with her father. She and Frannie have been tentatively texting each other, trying to reestablish the relationship they once had.