#p:quinn

[itsoliverbray]

The moment Quinn had accepted his offer, Oliver grabbed his keys and all but jogged to his car. While most would have been pulled quickly had they even considered going the speed he did, but that wasn’t a concern. After all, he was Oliver Bray. His car, expensive in both reality and appearance, zipped and sped through town, bringing him to the front gate of Nevermore Academy. Sliding the car into park, Oliver left the engine running, pressing the button to pre-warm Quinn’s seat before stepping out of the vehicle and making his way up the drive to collect her bags. “Well hello, gorgeous. Fancy meeting you here.” He teased just as an ear-splitting howl broke through the otherwise still air surrounding them. Shaking his head, Oliver chuckled a bit. “I see what you mean.” Gathering her bag in one hand, he wrapped an arm around her waist, guiding her gently towards the car before opening the passenger side door, extending his free hand to help her in.  @fearleaderfabray

[a-theabrams]

📱QUINN, BUT EUROPEAN ↔️ ARTIE

QUINN: I’m alive! Having a great time actually. I’ll tell her- she’s just getting changed for dinner.

QUINN: How are you? How is sanders?

ARTIE: I got scared when I didn't know about the landing. Airplanes are THE DEVIL. Dinner! where are you guys going?

ARTIE: I am good. Sanders is...you know the same old. I am taking dinner to a friend, she had a rough day

[schoolslutsugar-blog]

First || Suguinn

Sugar stood in front of Quinn’s house, double-checking the address. The house wasn’t far from her friend Dani’s place, not that Dani would ever admit to being from the right side of the tracks, but it was definitely way larger than any house Sugar had ever seen. It gave her a vague familiar feeling, like a house she’d seen in the background of an old photograph. She blinked up at it and dropped her phone in her bag before making her way up the winding path to the door. Normally she didn’t care at all what people thought of her, or her clothes, but as she glanced down at her shredded jeans, the strings of her bikini peeking out over the hips, and her beat up plaid shirt - stolen years ago from Hunter - mostly unbuttoned but for the middle two to cover her bikini top, she found herself hoping she wouldn’t have to meet any parents.

Sugar wasn’t great with parents, having mostly raised herself, they made her nervous and awkward. Like any minute they might ask how her grades were or if she’d been doing drugs... that’s what parents were supposed to ask, right? With a final deep breath, she reached out a thin finger and pressed the doorbell, the melodious sound of chimes instantly ringing out as she did. Welp, here went nothing. She hitched her bag, heavy with book and binder, on her shoulder and waited for someone to answer the massive door.

[caydennilsson]

❂ = wiping blood off their face

@quinnadams

“I think there’s a rule somewhere that when you see a vampire like this, you do the opposite of what you’re doing.” Cayden said quietly, keeping his head still as she gently dabbed away the blood at his mouth. He was covered with it after being shot twice during his hunt, but apparently the whole night had gone badly for everyone with a violently attacked body found, plus some haunting note that left people paled. It mattered nothing to Cayden to either way, though he did hope he wouldn’t be blamed for it.

What mattered was the fact he was sitting there shirtless, the bullet wound on his shoulder on full display. The one on his thigh was still tightly wrapped, though his pants around it were soaked with blood. They were black at least, hiding the crimson well and making it look less gruesome, but he would have to discard them and tend to that injury so he could rest and heal up. 

“I suppose this means I owe you another favor, doesn’t it?” Cayden asked, offering the slightest of smiles as he glanced up at her.

[cooke-sam]

Better Times | Quinn+Sam

@quixoticquinn​

It was on rare occasions that one could find Samuel Cooke as perfectly dressed up as he was today. Black suit, amaranth coloured nails and his usual cane had traded place with a much more elegant one. He looked, speaking with no self-flattery, magnificent. It was a shame almost, that on the inside he felt much different than what the outside let assume. He was happy, but this happiness was accompanied with a strong taste of bitterness and a tad of sadness even. He had carried it in his mouth for a while now, but today was worse. Today was the day.

Three weeks ago the envelop laid in front of Sam’s door and in ostentatious golden writing he had been invited to Alexandra Claire's wedding. Sam expected the invitation, anticipated it even because everyone knew Lexi had dreamed of this day for the entirety of her life, but he had had no idea he'd feel the sting of jealousy. If things had been different, this would be him asking friends and family  to join him on the special day he'd get to marry the love of his life. Now he probably had been the topic of a hotheaded discussion between the soon to be bride and groom, because despite whatever Lexi liked to think it was strange to invite the ex.

Now, if he was a good man Sam would do the groom the favour and be far, far away from the ceremony. If he was a good friend however, he'd be in the seat Lexi undoubtfully saved for him, put on a happy expression and congratulated the couple to their marriage. Needless to say, Sam had fought an inner battle for these last three weeks. To go or not to go, that was the question. To see her excited smile or watch the blank faces of the dolls. To suffer through the typical conversations of ��What happened to you?’ and ‘I’m sorry to hear of Damian’ or to spend a typical day in the house without anyone daring to ask.

Sam’s decision was simple: He would go, but he wouldn’t go alone. Requesting a doll was an option, but after much consideration he found it a horrible idea. He didn’t want to include the technicians, didn’t want to risk anyone recognising his favourite doll’s face and he wanted someone he was certain could master such a social event, someone he trusted, someone who knew enough to interrupt when the topic turned into the wrong direction. Someone like Quinn DuPree.

His request had been kind enough to allow denying, but at the same time desperate enough to (thankfully) have her agree. Right now, Sam was on his way to her doorstep. Their driver had offered him to go and get her, but of course Sam had dismissed the man. He wasn’t a helpless elder, after all.

Sam stopped in front of her door, rang the bell and waited patiently. When she opened, his first words were no simple greeting or compliment to her appearance. It was the oh so charming: “You still can say no, if you want to.” 

[batman-sam]

Text Messages || Quam

Sam: So, I need to catch you up on your sci fi and comic book edumication. When are you free?

Sam: Oh, and don't forget our Star Wars date next week.

[wingless-hyun-blog]

Those Who Trespass | Quinn & Hyun-Woo

There was no limit to how hard his body could ache it seemed, once he found the line of exhaustion to push himself to. He was weaker now than he had ever been as an Angel, and Hyun-Woo had grown used to that strength, that endurance that being more than human brought him. 

Eight years wasn’t long enough to get used to the loss of himself, no matter how many bags he punched or how many bones he broke.

The sound of something in his kitchen pulled the fallen from his fitful sleep, and with wide eyes and tensed muscles, he rolled from bed. Falling to the floor in a silent crouch, knees creaking quietly, Hyun ground his teeth together and pushed himself along the floor in a slow near-crawl. 

There was someone in his house, from the weak light streaming in from the kitchen to the faint buzzing sound that the fridge made when it was open. He knew these things from habit, and with them as his guide, Hyun crept into the hallway to peer into the dimly lit kitchen. 

Standing as if she belonged was a woman he had never seen before, more at home within his space than she had any right to be. Body flying into motion, Hyun threw himself at the girl, one hand catching a fistful of her hair while the other grabbed her by the ribs. Twisting them both around and forcing her face first to the counter in a quick flurry of motion, grip harsh and punishing, the fallen pressed himself close to her ear, heart racing in his chest.

“Who the fuck are you?”

[a-theabrams]

QUINN  📲  ARTIE

QUINN: So.. wanna tell me what I saw with you at Matt’s little party?

ARTIE: Matt and Blaine thinking they were being discreet while making us all both uncomfortable and jealous?

[streetrxts-blog]

Cause Why Not // Max&Quinn

( quinnharding )

The afternoon had full potential to be a fun one. Max walked down the street after leaving his apartment with a cocky walk about him.; he was about to have fun with a cute drunk dude with the promise of a skinny dip session and the boy couldn’t have been more thrilled to leave the apartment. He was far from scared about walking around by himself and he scoped out every pool he could remember down a few nearby streets. Some had walls that were too high, others actually had occupants in them and Max wasn’t interested in putting on a strip show for anyone other than his company. 

Eventually he found the perfect set up: a hotel pool with lights around the rim, nestled along the side of the hotel out of view of the desk clerk and no one else in sight. Max logged back into Guy Candy and sent his location to Quinn over the app. Meanwhile, he ditched the area and made his way over to a nearby gas station to fetch a six pack. Quinn might have been drunk but Max was still sadly sober - which would be changing soon.

[asksantanahoepez]

Party with you | Quinntana

Tagging: Quinn Fabray & Santana Lopez

When: Over spring break.

Where: House party in Lima Heights.

General Notes: Santana and Quinn go to a party together. 

Warnings: Possible mentions of Drinking, drugs and other things.

Santana:

Pulling up to Quinn’s place, Santana put the car in park, and waited for Quinn to come out. Sending her a quick text to let her know she was here, she absentmindedly checked her appearance in the rear-view mirror. Her long half mane of hair ran down her back in loose waves, and dark red lips. Fidgeting with her already perfect hair she eventually drew her eyes away. 

[whitequeen-emmafrost]

A Queen's Welcome || Emma and Quinn

"Quinn Camp," Emma muttered quietly, eyes scanning over the papers in the folder on her desk. She pressed her lips together as her eyes swept over the details of the young girl. Quinn was young- still only 16, yet she had appeared to have gone through hell all by herself. Though she would never admit it, her heart weighed a little heavier in her chest for this girl. It would be difficult to manage with the emotional walls the young girl had no doubt placed around herself, but Emma fully intended to gain her undivided trust. She deserved a place where she could stay- a place where no one would turn her away for simply being her. One way or another, she planned to give her that. 

Shutting the folder and sliding it into her top desk drawer, Emma stood and made her way towards the suite's bathroom. The familiar click of her heels accompanied each step as she walked across the hardwood floors and onto the tile. Taking a quick moment, she checked her makeup in the grandiose mirror, before ducking back out into the sitting area. Snatching her coat and sunglasses on the way, she headed out of the room and started out of the building. This girl- Quinn, had originally been a recruit of Raven's, but to no one's surprise, the other woman was out on other business. New recruits were always different. Showing them the ropes was far from unfamiliar to her, having taught and trained more than her fair share of mutants before. Some were more difficult than others, but a challenging recruit wouldn't be anything new to her.

It didn't take long for her to reach the small park where she had been instructed to meet Quinn. Mentally scanning the area, Emma found only a handful of others meandering about. With ease, she tampered with their heads, giving them all perfectly good incentive to get up and walk away that very instant. Much better. A moment later, she detected someone else in the park- Quinn. She turned around, eyes seeking out and finding the young girl across the park. 'Hello, darling,' she transmitted the words directly into the girl's mind, waving her over with an airy hand.

[a-theabrams]

TEXT: So.. wanna tell me what I saw with you at Matt’s little party? (Quinn)

TEXT: Matt and Blaine thinking they were being discreet while making us all both uncomfortable and jealous?

[fabrayinnocence-blog]

PM: Quinn. If don't know gotten myself arrested, would you bail me out?

PM: Excuse you? You’ve been arrested? 

[sammers-evans]

Fabrevans : Surprise Visit

Tagging →Sam Evans and Quinn Fabray

Time frame → January 20th

Location → New Haven

General notes →Sam surprises Quinn with a visit.

Sam:

The flight felt longer than it really was. Probably because he was anxious about how things were going to pan out when he arrived. It had been a pretty spontaneous decision, encouraged by Santana that Sam take the trip to New Haven. Sure, he’d been pondering the idea in his head already, but he knew if it weren’t for the little boost from Santana, that he wouldn’t have gone through with it today. He hoped Quinn would be happy to have him there so suddenly though. Since the main goal was to surprise her with the visit, show her that he was as willing to make the effort for this relationship as she was. Stepping off the tarmac, Sam hastily grabbed his luggage and made his way out of the airport, catching a cab to Quinn’s place. 

Much like on the plane, the drive felt longer than it really was. The nerves now building in the pit of his stomach as he neared the desired destination. Sam sure hoped she was home, otherwise the surprise element would have kind of lost it’s touch. Pulling up out the front, Sam let out a breath. “Here goes..” he mumbled to himself, paying the cab driver and making his way up to the front doorstep. Taking a moment to try and compose himself, he quickly ran through the possible reactions from Quinn, coming up with some form of answer for each one before reaching his hand up to lightly knock on the door. As he waited for an answer, he brushed down his clothing and tried his best to look as calm and collected as possible.

[jfcgeorgeshelley-blog]

George frowned at his phone, before immediately climbing into his car and driving to Quinn's. That poor girl had been sick for far too long, and he knew she wasn't taking care of herself. She thinks too much of others and her job but not about her own health. He knocks on the door, a cup of chicken noodle soup and a pack of crackers since he knows it's going to be hard to get her to eat soup.