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darecruit · 3 years ago

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Sneak Peek #2: Chapter 17

So this peek is in between the two scenes from the first look, which can be found here. I thought there needed to be a POV from Shelby and then Quinn. Quinn will have a bit more to say before we then move onto Rachel at the park. Enjoy!

“Rachel’s still in a lot of trouble,” Shelby said, her mood darkening. Rachel had a lot to account for, no matter what else happened between the girls. And whatever had pushed things over the edge, the fight had been brewing within her daughter for more than a week now. Whether it stemmed from Rachel’s growing jealousy or perhaps even another subconscious test of the rules and boundaries, Shelby knew she’d have to prove to her daughter that she was here, there was permanence to her presence, and that there would always be consistency and security wherever and whenever she was involved.

“Okay,” Jack appeased, his tone gentle. “Okay. Just…Just make sure you’re calm when Rachel gets home, so you can talk it out before anything else.”

It was Shelby’s turn to sigh. She nodded to her brother’s words. “I know. I will be. I’m just…frustrated. I feel like we’ve been going in circles these last two weeks. She’s struggling with some jealousy and I’ve been doing my best to help with that, but her behavior recently…I won’t let her get away with how she’s been acting.”

“I understand that, Shel. And you shouldn’t let her get away with being rude or disrespectful. I’m just saying, you can’t be angry when she gets home and the two of you sit down to talk. It doesn’t help you and it won’t help her, she’ll only get defensive and argue back.”

“I know, Jacky. I’ll calm down. I promise,” Shelby agreed. “Thank you for going to get her.”

“Any time, baby sister. I’ll make sure she’s calm before bringing her home too. And maybe I can get her to open up to me a bit. I’ll do whatever I can to help, you know that.”

Shelby smiled and rose up on her tip-toes to place a kiss on her brother’s cheek. “I know,” she repeated. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” Jack said, offering a brief one-armed side hug before heading to the door. “I’ll be back soon.”

Shelby watched him leave and then took a deep breath; she held it for a moment, then blew it out through her mouth, letting her cheeks puff up with the release. As she turned towards the kitchen where the remainder of her guests were, her eyes immediately fell on the pair of sisters standing nervously next to her mother; Shelby could feel the tension coming off them in waves. She made a beeline for them, wanting to save them any further unease.

“Hey,” she sighed in greeting, offering a warm smile to both blondes. Frannie returned it with an expression of unparalleled relief, while Quinn avoided eye contact; the girl stood rigid, on guard. Shelby automatically reached a hand out to lay on a tense shoulder, squeezing in sympathy and comfort.

Quinn startled at the touch, cautiously meeting Shelby’s eyes. The look she received in return, one of earnestness and compassion, was too much. Her own filled with tears that she furiously tried to blink away.

“Oh, honey,” Shelby cooed, pulling the blonde teenager into her arms for a hug. She found herself rubbing the girl’s back while resting her chin atop the girl’s head. “Don’t cry. I’m so sorry things have turned out this way. Rachel had no right to speak to you the way she did today—or for the way she’s been treating you the last few days. I promise I’m going to talk with her and set things straight, and she will personally apologize to you later today as well.”

Shelby’s words, coupled with the way she was lovingly holding her, cradling her almost, was more than Quinn could bear. Quinn didn’t deserve any of this, not the hug or the nice words—certainly not the way Shelby was looking at her. It was a mother’s love, something that Quinn had missed these last two years and yearned for. Her guilt was growing at an alarming rate, becoming overwhelming. She could feel it vibrating inside her chest, trying to escape. She wasn’t ready. She couldn’t…Shelby would never look at her this way again if she knew…And yet, there was no doubt in Quinn’s mind that the gig was up. Shelby was going to find out today. Surely Rachel would tell her, after this…

Quinn frowned. If Rachel was going to tell, why didn’t she do it as soon as the adults opened the door to the basement, when they heard all the yelling? Why did she run? Quinn didn’t understand any of it—if the situation had been reversed, she would have ratted Rachel out at the first opportunity she got. Rachel continued to keep quiet—why? She squeezed her eyes shut, her thoughts racing, and buried her head in Shelby’s chest. She was going to soak up every bit of this moment, as long as she could.

“Just what has Rachel been doing to this poor girl, Shelby?” Diane demanded, and Shelby groaned into Quinn’s hair. How had she forgotten that her mother was right there?

Shelby pulled back from Quinn, cupping the girl’s cheek for the briefest of moments as she gave her an encouraging smile, then turned towards her mother. “Mom—”

“Where is Rachel, by the way?” was Diane’s next question.

“Jack left to go pick her up,” Shelby said without thinking.

“She ran off?” Diane’s voice rose in volume and Shelby internally cringed. She knew where this was going and she wanted nothing more than to stop it in its tracks.

“Mom, now’s not the ti—”

“How exactly did you handle this situation before when she ran off in New York? You never would tell me. Seems to me you didn’t discipline her at all and now she’s got it in her head that she can go and do whatever she pleases,” Diane ranted.

“Mom! It’s none of your business how I handle anything when it comes to my daughter and we are not—”

“I have a right to be concerned about my granddaughter! You are so new to this, Shelby. You need to listen to me when I say you have to be that girl’s mother, not her friend. There’s time for friendship later. Right now what she needs is boundaries and discipline—”

“I’m giving her that!” Shelby yelled.

Diane raised an eyebrow, shifting her weight to one side as she moved to cross her arms, and leveled Shelby with a look that had the younger woman seething. She was a grown-ass woman, completely capable of raising her child and making the right choices for herself and her daughter; she didn’t need her mother butting in with her self-righteousness.

“That girl is in dire need of a damn good spanking…and I’m not so sure you aren’t either, Shelby Elizabeth,” Diane’s tone had turned to ice, Shelby’s insides with it.

Shelby could feel her face heating up as her heart began to race. Her palms felt sweaty and her stomach was doing backflips. Suddenly, she was a sixteen-year-old girl again staring back at her mother in consternation at the very thought of facing a spanking. Wait a minute…Shelby shook her head to clear it, and reality settled back around her—and with it, her indignation.

Before Shelby could open her mouth to tell her mother what she was in dire need of, Sarah all but materialized beside her, squeezing her shoulder as she moved in between the two Corcoran women.

“Mom, I need your help,” Sarah began, “Lauren just texted asking for your potato salad recipe and of course, I never remember it off the top of my head and—” She steered Diane away from Shelby and the Fabray sisters as she spoke, turning back to give Shelby a thumbs up behind the matriarch’s back. Shelby mouthed a ‘thank you’ in return and Sarah winked.

With a long sigh, Shelby returned her attention to the two blondes beside her. “I am so sorry for all of that,” she tilted her head in the direction her mother had gone.

While Frannie offered a somewhat uncomfortable but supportive smile, Quinn stared back with wide, unbelieving eyes. What the hell just happened? It was like information overload. And it definitely didn’t help her guilt any. Was Rachel going to be spanked for this? Her own parents were believers in it for very serious misbehavior (lying, disrespect…bullying), but Shelby wasn’t the sort to…was she?

#open arms #chapter 17 #Shelby #Rachel #Diane Corcoran #Corcoran family #Quinn #Frannie Fabray

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franniexxfabray · 4 years ago

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WHO: Frannie Fabray & April Crawford WHEN: Monday Evening 4/19 WHERE: New York Warnings; -

Frannie had been ecstatic since booking the flights, all through packing, and especially so once she had confirmed that April, an old friend, would be available to see her during that week. Her nerves hadn’t truly kicked in until she was in the private elevator on her way up to the Crawford penthouse. Frannie kept it together through the reunion, managing to accept the greeting of a double kiss of her cheeks without going red. However by the time they were standing in April’s kitchen waiting for the electric kettle to boil for tea and simply staring at each other, Frannie could feel herself growing more anxious by the moment. There were questions coming. Then as if right on queue, the first one dropped. What was she doing back in New York. “Oh we...” Frannie cut herself off, her gaze jumping to April’s and then away for a moment. She’d gotten so used to brandishing her claim in conversation to sell the lie she nearly did it on habit. “I had a break from classes at finishing school, thought it’d be nice to head home for a bit.” She shifter her weight and peer hopefully at the kettle for signs it was done so she could have something better to do with her hands than wringing them together. “I was so glad to hear you had the time, it’s been... a while. And it’s really nice to see you.”

It took everything in April to keep from asking the question when she first received the message from Frannie, asking if she had a moment to spare to see an old friend. But she knew better and she could be patient. These conversations were better had in person. And the truth was she was still a little confused about the way they ended things. Not that there was anything to end. One day Frannie was a permanent fixture in her life and the next she was gone and claiming some boy. The water seemed like it was taking forever to boil and April didn’t do well with silence. “Oh so you’re still with what’s his face?” April knew his name she just didn’t care to acknowledge him. She slid her hand across the counter and flipped Frannie’s over, confirming her suspicions with an engagement ring. “Does he know you’re here?” April really was happy to hear from Frannie, as was evident by the way she flew across the country just to see her, but there was still some things to work through. She clicked off the kettle as she waited for an answer and filled the two cups waiting on the counter.

The inspection of her ring surprised her, Frannie lifted her hand from the island top and tucked it under her elbow. Suddenly she was considering how she maybe should have taken it off. She rarely did. It was a comfort, and part of her protection even if her mark change made her seldom need physical evidence of her relationship status. Had she not been distracted trying to subtly hide the red tint coming into her cheeks by turning her head she wouldn’t have missed the water boiling. Frannie watched April as she prepared their tea, fidgeting where she stood. “He does...” She replied, it was the truth. “Our situation...” It was right there at the tip of her tongue and Frannie did want to explain but for the most part she just wanted to spend the time she could with April and not thinking about the life she was leading in her web of secrets. “We have an arrangement.” She concluded, keeping it simple.

April wasn’t trying to make Frannie feel bad or uncomfortable, she was just trying to get a handle on the situation. And it seemed like her and LJ’s suspicions were right on. April pursed her lips and reflected on how she wanted to address this. Did she try to talk Frannie out of her situation and to try and find happiness? Or did she just enjoy the short amount of time they had together? “Still milk and no sugar?” April asked as she poured the milk into her own tea. By the time she was handing Frannie her cup of tea, a decision was made. She touched her knuckles to Frannie’s cheek as her eyes scanned her face, trying to see how much she’s changed in the years they were apart. “I’ve missed you and I’m glad you messaged me. But why did you message me? After all this time?”

Frannie silently nodded at the question of her tea to confirm and when she had her hands on it her attention was immediately stolen from the hot cup. Her stomach flipped and even just being under April’s gaze, it sent a shiver through her torso. It was an anxiety shake but Frannie took in a long breath to fight off another and set the tea down without even considering a sip to keep from spilling it. “I...” Suddenly Frannie felt guilty. She maybe hadn’t thought all the way through contacting April, with how they’d left things. Disappearing acts were in Frannie’s wheelhouse. She had a knack for slipping out of people’s lives when things got too hard or too serious. Making her decision to commit to her claim with Sebastian had taken a lot out of her and she’d cut ties to keep distance with too many people she had grown near to in an effort to avoid questions. April and LJ included. “I trust you.” Frannie answered, unable to supply anything else. “With time away from... responsibilities I just wanted...I was just hoping to unwind. Here in New York, like before all...” She waved the ring, feeling a tad self deprecating. “THIS.” Her stomach sunk and all at once it felt like the worst idea. “I’m sorry. It has been a while, that’s my fault. Maybe I shouldn’t have... oh, maybe I shouldn’t have asked after you I just thought... we may be able to catch up and and well, you’re the first person I thought of here in the city besides...” Frannie shook her head, unwilling to say the name. She guessed she hadn’t quite considered that April might be upset with her and that was beginning to feel overwhelmingly foolish.

April was a bit surprised with the reply or more like the string of replies she got from the other woman. It was the most honest she felt Frannie’s ever been with her and that deserved some credit. April could feel the stress and the anxiety surrounding her and immediately reacted by putting her cup down and grabbing Frannie’s cup to do the same. April slid both hands down Frannie’s arms until she took both hand ms in her own. “No no, shh. It’s fine. I just wanted to know. It’s just you disappeared on me you know? I just assumed I’d never see you again. That you were just another girl on the straight and narrow who got it out of her system after the ‘experimenting stage’. But I was happy to hear from you.” April released a breath and offered a soft smile trying to catch Frannie’s eyes. “As soon as I got your message I was on a plane. I couldn’t pass this up. To see you.”

In all honesty Frannie could probably partially credit LJ for making her think of getting in contact with April. Things had gone so well when she’d reconnected with them, Frannie may have been trying to replicate those same results. It gave her the confidence to at least try anyhow. April’s touch pulled her attention from the spiraling in her head, every moment until then from the moment Frannie had texted her last week was swirling around and coming into doubt. Somehow though, the words straight and narrow made her stomach hurt in almost the same way it did when she heard her father use those awful hateful words. “It wasn’t an experiment.” She attempted to assert, hoping that it sounded as truthful as it was. Frannie didn’t have any evidence or intention to back that up but she at least wanted April to hear it. She was about to launch into an explanation about just how much April had helped her discover things, including a shred of acceptance even though self acceptance was never enough but then her brow furrowed and the other woman’s words finished processing in her mind. “Wait, you got on a plane?” Then it dawned on her, “Oh no, did you come back to New York just for... you weren’t already here??”

At this point, the words weren’t needed. Frannie’s actions were enough to let April know that those assumptions, that mostly came out of disappointment and confusion, were false. Because if they were true, she wouldn’t be standing there in front of her. So instead of reassuring her with words, April just cupped Frannie’s face and soothed her cheek with her thumb. ‘It was fine,’ was what April hoped to convey with her actions. As Frannie’s brows furrowed, April just assumed she was still upset about her previous words and it didn’t dawn on her until her next words registered what she just admitted. It was no big deal to her but of course it bothered the other woman. “Of course I got on a plane for you, silly girl,” April offered with a slight nudge of her hand to the other woman’s chin. “Would you still have texted me if I wasn’t already here?” She asked. “Because if the answer is no, I’m glad you didn’t know.”

Frannie tried to determine an answer but she was distracted with April’s hands on her face. Surprisingly it didn’t make Frannie blush, she’d blinked a few times in surprise at first but very easily melted into the other woman. Frannie angled herself forward and widened her stance slightly so that she could better accommodate for their height difference, lilting toward April subconsciously. “I.. well I wouldn’t have asked to interrupt your life to that extent.” April was right, she wouldn’t have asked had she not assumed her friend still lived in New York. Regardless Frannie warmed under the other woman’s sweet tone and somehow it already felt as if no time had passed since they saw each other last. “So, I guess I’m glad too, Miss.”

April couldn't help but straighten her back when Frannie lowered to her level. It was the only thing she would change in their dynamic if she could, to make herself taller or at least eye level with the other woman. Well, there was the secrecy as well, but she wasn't allowed to have an opinion on the way Frannie chose to come out or not. "So I'm glad you didn't know because this right here..." April whispered, leaning in close enough for Frannie to smell the mint on her breath. "Was more than worth the 6 hour plan ride here." Then before Frannie could pull away or change her mind, she kissed her. It was soft and gentle, but firm enough that it wouldn't be mistaken for anything else. "I'm glad you texted me, love."

Her breath caught as April leaned in and Frannie could feel her entire body still, frozen beneath a steady gaze and words. Warm breath tickled across her face causing her to shiver before April even had a chance to close the distance and when the other woman was kissing her Frannie closed her eyes and for the first time in a while really indulged in something intimate. Desperate hook ups in bathrooms with strangers couldn't bring her the swell in her stomach that someone that knew her like April did. When their lips parted for April to speak, Frannie could only nod. The tea was forgotten entirely and instead of a response, the taller brunette chased after another kiss, exhaling relief when she was allowed it. Frannie already felt so much better, and the week had just begun.

#( .april )#[ darlin don't be so shy; I'll see you at midnight ]#; para

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nosrednaeiramaivilo · 4 years ago

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TEXT | ARIN + LIV

Liv: 1. You okay? 2. Encouraging Frannie to shut down or take a break is bad, right?

Arin: 1. Debatable. 2. Yes.

Liv: Can I do anything?

Arin: I don't know.

Arin: She's shoved so far up Russell's ass that she not only refuses to see her own issues, she doesn't care about the shit he put Frannie and Q through.

Liv: But the guy like sucks?

Arin: She literally said that she's the only one he has left because Frannie and Q left him. Like...

Liv: Is this like Stockholm syndrome or something jfc

Liv: She needs to goooo before I throw hands

Liv: I would never but if I were to be open with anyone it would be you guys. I mean you all understand and know and all that and you’re supportive and loving people.

Arin: The gaslighting is strong in this one. Bitch agreed to be his fucking spy. She swears she's not telling him anything but I don't believe it.

Arin: Frannie never would unless something super bad happened and I'm fucking tempted to make such happen if she keeps hurting Frannie.

Arin: I'm JUST getting my best friend back, I won't let this bitch make her backslide.

Arin: Like this bitch is mad we fucking care!

Liv: That seems like enough reason to kick her out???

Arin: I can't bring myself to tell Frannie that.

Liv: I get it

Liv: I wish I had an answer.

Liv: This is so fucked up

Liv.: None of you should be dealing with this.

Liv: Have you told Q?

Arin: No, Q doesn't need this either.

Arin: I've never felt like I was living on eggshells until Bea moved in.

Arin: I have had KNIVES thrown at me and felt safer than I do living with Bea.

Liv: You don’t think she’s going to hurt anyone do you?

Arin: I don't know. It's like she could take our heads off at any moment.

Liv: I can’t imagine how tense things are

Arin: I'd say I'd rather have Frannie throwing knives at me again, but that would mean very bad things for her and I don't want that.

Liv: ??

Arin: She didn't know I was me at the time.

Liv: Okay...well regardless can I kick her out?

Arin: You figure out how to get Bea out without upsetting Frannie, go for it

Liv: I’m sorry. Why was she throwing knives to begin with?

Liv: Kick Bea out, the tenseness goes away, Frannie can continue breathing.

Arin: Again, you figure out how, feel free to do it.

Arin: As for Frannie and the knives, once again I repeat, she didn't know I was me, so she wasn't throwing them at me as much as she was throwing them at the person her brain convinced her I was. Anymore than that is her story, not mine.

Liv: by telling her to leave? Is it not that simple?

Liv: Gosh Blaine and Frannie have the biggest hearts. Idk how they do it

Liv: Fair enough

Arin: I don't know.

Arin: For someone who has gone through the shit she has, Frannie is a fucking saint to still give a damn about people the way she does.

Arin: Yeah, but would still be a better living situation than with Bea, and the bitch rarely leaves the basement. It's like it seeps up through the floor.

Liv: I’m glad she took a chance on me

Liv: Toxic

Arin: You gave her a safe space to feel.

Liv: I didn’t mean to. I mean I did but you know...I didn’t know she was so special.

Arin: She's funny like that. Her and Q both, are. They've got this hidden softness to them that they only show the right types of people.

Liv: I’m so glad I’m right all the time

Arin: They're drawn to people willing to care. All the Fabrays are, I think, but Frannie and Q actually know how to let that care happen, even if Q is stubborn about it.

Liv: Ha ha ha Q, stubborn?

Arin: Shocking, I know

Liv: they’re good people

Liv: And so are you!

Arin: I guess

Liv: Can I book you a massage or something?

Arin: I'll be alright. Might go get my Frannie cuddle on again.

Liv: Doooo it

Arin: This is why I live with her, tbh. Cos then I get human AND puppy cuddles whenever. Like, Edgar is great, but his cuddles are much better when paired with Frannie cuddles.

Liv: low key jealous but maybe I can convince Q to come hang

Arin: Maybe

Liv: I mean I really hope so

Arin: One never knows with Q

Liv: You mean she might not be feeling up to hanging or is already busy with something better ?

Arin: yes

Liv: :joy_cat:

Arin: Am I wrong?

Liv: NO

Liv: Is anyone doing anything sexually interesting or is everyone celibate now?

Arin: The fuck am supposed to know that?

Liv: I mean, have you?

Arin: Gone celibate? No. Have I had the time or energy within the last few days to do anything? Also no.

Liv: Okay fair

Liv: so lame though

Liv: Not you just life

#text #tarin

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wmufranniefabray · 9 months ago

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laying it all out there → fabrevans

TITLE: Laying It All Out There CHARACTERS: Frannie Fabray (@wmufranniefabray) and Sam Evans (@samevans-wmu) DATE: 26th February. SUMMARY: After the gossip tabloids run wild, Sam and Frannie have an open conversation about where they stand.

Sam:

Sam stared at the text screen between himself and Frannie before switching over to Mercedes. No wonder the gossip blog called them a love triangle because that’s exactly what this looks like except Sam’s only into Frannie. Yeah, he’s got things going with a few others but they’re all super casual. It wasn’t until Frannie Fabray entered the scene when Sam felt his pulse quicken and stomach twist in that all familiar way when he’s into someone. Like really into them. Sam looked at the school map, feeling he’s on a quest in a game, and found the lab Frannie mentioned. Sam slowly walked down the hallway and when he reached his destination his head poked into the doorway to see if it’s the right one. “Frannie?” He asked, careful to not be too loud in case someone’s pouring a super volatile solution that might trigger a huge chemical meltdown. “You in here?”

Frannie:

The day had been one of her favourites - the kind of day where Frannie was filled with classes and her brain could properly get stuck into the work she was focussing on, in this case, it was looking at DNA segments. It was where her passion for biology could fully come through and she could fully immerse herself in a subject that she was good at. All day her phone had been buzzing in her pocket, on and off, attempting to distract her from the wonders within the labs, but her mind was made up. The gossip was ridiculous, but may have a glimmer of truth, and her plan was to try and ignore it. That was, until, she had fully started to realise how seriously everyone was taking it. It was easy to camp out with her lab coat on and forget the rest of the world existed. It was a little harder when her phone buzzing was growing more and more persistent. There were only a rare few amount of people that she truly wanted to speak with, though, and Sam was top of the list. Their conversation had been raw, filled with a vulnerability that Frannie had rarely ever let show. As she heard her name being spoken, Frannie raised her head from where she was sitting - cross legged on the floor, leaned over a selection of test tubes - and gave a wave and small smile. “Hi.” She greeted, trying to ignore the flurry of anxious nerves swimming around her stomach. This was Sam, she was safe. Her mind tried to remind herself that it would be fine, but she couldn’t help the uneasy feeling sweeping through her.

Sam:

When he saw a hand go up Sam smiled to himself. It could be anyone’s hand but he recognized the jewelry and voice. As he made his way over Kurt’s words played over and over in his head pull so much better. pull so much better. Is that how his exes viewed him? Was he just one of those guys they string along until a better option comes around? Hell, one of his exes got married last year to another guy in their class. Sam made his way over to Frannie and slid down on the floor. “Hey…” he said and didn’t sound his usual cheerful self. “I want to start and say I am so glad we chose to be honest with each other. I never want to keep things from you. And another thing-“ he paused and leant over to press a sweet kiss to her lips. “You’re amazing. Even after sharing all that stuff about your family and how it might change the way I see you I just want you to know no matter what I feel like I’m getting to know the real Frannie and she’s one of the most amazing women I’ve met.”

Frannie:

Frannie's eyes rose to watch as Sam made his way across, noticing in an instant the change in his demeanour and how his voice just sounded… different. She chewed along her lower lip, guilt washing over all of a sudden, because she hadn’t thought this would cause this kind of reaction. And her not thinking had led to this. As Sam slid down on the floor beside her, Frannie - almost by habit - reached out and took one of his hands into her own, gently squeezing it and running her thumb over his palm. Anything to try and make this situation better. “How are you feeling?” She asked, looking across at Sam with her eyes wide, running over what Sam had revealed to her in their messages in her mind.

“I’m sorry.” The words tumbled out once Sam had pulled away from the kiss between the two of them, looking across to try and meet his eyes. She wanted to say more - perhaps expand on why she was sorry - but in that moment, trying to bring back Sam’s smile was on her mind. The only thing on her mind. “I can’t comment on why things in the past haven’t worked out for you except perhaps criticising their clear lack of taste. All I can comment is on the present. Right now. You’re incredible. And I really don’t want to end this-“ she gestured between the two of them. “this between us anytime soon.” Or ever hung in the air of her mind, lingering as an unspoken melody.

Sam:

“I’m feeling okay. Kind of relieved I put everything out there for you. It’s not that I was keeping stuff from you. Not like that. But more because I like what we’ve got. Our dorm room feels much brighter and not because of the fairy lights. I laugh more in there and I’m not as glued to TV or games. Which you can totally tell me to do if you need Frannie time.”

Sam didn’t know if he should let his insecurity about that Kurt said spill or leave it be. Everyone’s got different tastes. He recognized that. It just the way it was said made Sam feel… defective. “Why are you sorry? You didn’t do anything that’s warranted an apology.”Sam moved closer and carefully slid the test tube thing over to take both her hands. “I don’t want it to end anytime soon. But I also don’t want to make you feel like you’ve got to make a choice between me, Cody, or anyone else. Last thing I want is for you to regret jumping into a relationship.” pull so much better played in head again and Sam shook it. “I meant every word I said in my texts to you. Even when you were drunk. And I keep looking at you in this lab coat and it’s making me want to kiss you. So much for going to a different spot to keep from doing that.” He chuckled, a small smile graced his full lips.

Frannie:

His words were sweet and she couldn’t help the beam that was beginning to form across her lips, the relief washing over her the more Sam was speaking. It was almost as if Sam had a dictionary to her mind and was choosing the perfect selection of words that put her mind at ease. “I’m glad you said something, too.” She admitted, brushing little patterns on his hand with her thumb softly. “You can always talk to me. About anything.” And she meant it. Her words were firm.

Saying sorry was not something Frannie had ever been taught to say in a hurry - it had always signalled a weakness. “I should have spoken to you about the weekend, before.” She explained, shrugging, running her tongue along her lower lip. “The last thing I’d ever want to do is make you feel insecure. That’s the opposite of how I’d want you to feel.” Her eyes watched as Sam moved her biology equipment to the side, trying to resist the urge to explain how awesome her current research findings were. This was not the time. The mention of her situation with Cody made Frannie breathe in gently, looking away for a brief moment. “Would you like me to make a choice?” She asked quietly, looking back at Sam properly. It was a bold question, especially considering how vulnerable she felt she had already been today, but it was a question that Frannie needed to know the answer to. She wanted to prompt further, dig further, find out what was causing Sam to look like that. “No kisses.” Frannie chuckled alongside Sam, reaching out to ‘boop’ Sam on the nose with her finger teasingly. “Tell me what’s going on with you, first. You’re not you.

Sam:

“I know. I actually like we have that kind of relationship. Even before we kissed I felt you’re the kind of person who will make time if someone really needs to talk.” He liked the way her fingers felt on his hand, Sam’s green gaze on the way they traced random patterns on them. This is why he wanted their conversation in person because he needs to know if she’s still comfortable with him after dropping all the information on her.

With a head shake he said, “You had your reasons to keep it from me. Maybe deep down you knew it would bring out this talk we’re having. Or maybe you thought I would view you differently after. Which I don’t. I was gonna wait and see how things were when you got back but our texts carried on like usual and that told me you and Cody might be more about the fun than something serious. At least that’s how I interpreted it because you and I were texting about our feelings and attraction.”

His hand smoothed over hers, stopping her from running random patterns. Sam brought her hand up to his lips to kiss. “I feel like if I say yes it’ll put you in the spot. Do I want to say pick me? Heck yeah. I really, really like what we’ve got going and I want to explore that and everything new with you. But-“ he hated she’s able to pick up his mood shift and knows it’s what’s currently fucking with his mind. Even with the playful nose boop. “It’s stupid.” He breathed. “Read a comment about me online. How someone could do better than me. It’s not I was into the guy or dating him. But it’s a kick to confidence’s balls. Especially after what I told you when it came to my exes. It’s like, maybe I’m great at first when things are new but then I become unbearable at some point. So for you to ask me to choose makes me scared, Fran. I sound weak saying this but it does. What if that guy and all my past exes are right about me. That they can do better. If your family is anything like you painted they’ll probably tell you that. I’m not some polished guy.”

Frannie:

Several thoughts were flooding around Frannie’s brain, most of them all at once - so much so that she removed her gaze again, trying to gain some clarity back in this situation.

A small pause fell between them as she wrestled with her thoughts again. Ever since she had met Sam, honesty had been clear between the two of them. She couldn’t stop that honesty now. “If you’d like me to choose, I’d choose you.” The words were short, and at once, she could feel herself releasing a breath that she hasn’t realised she had been holding in. “Not that Cody isn’t… amazing. He is. But the way you’re glued to my mind, whether we’re together or not? Or the way I find myself increasingly excited to return back to our dorm ever day to see you? You’ve brightened my life so much. There’s no competition at all.”

A small frown crinkled across the side of her forehead as her eyes remained firmly on Sam while she listened to him speak, unflinching. She hadn’t noticed any comments online. “It’s not stupid if it’s affecting you��, Frannie tried to remind him gently, but the mention of her family threw her off-guard. What could she even say to that? She knew Sam was wrong, that the comment was absolutely ridiculous, and yet she could feel herself freezing up at the mention of her family. This was her weakness, something that threw her off guard, as much as she wanted to fight it. Moving her hand from the softness of his lips, she cupped his cheek and felt his skin beneath her fingers. “I’d like to see them try to find someone better than you.” Frannie mused, pursing her lips together in irritation - not at Sam, but at the comment that had been made. Pressing a kiss on his lips, Frannie continued whispering in between each kiss. “You,” Another kiss. “Are.” Kiss. “Incredible.” Kiss. “You’re incredible now. Tomorrow. A year from now. Ten years from now.”Pulling away, Frannie tilted her head upwards to gaze up at Sam. “I wish you could see yourself from my point of view.”

Frannie:

To show Frannie is inner most insecurity, when Sam did everything in his power to mask it, meant he trusted Frannie with these ugly thoughts. Because that’s what they are: ugly. It’s not like he’s looking for validation or pity. He’s not. And if anyone will call him out on his shit would be the very woman across from him, looking like a beautiful vision in her lab coat. “I would choose you, too. There’s no contest. You’re the one who came in and made me want to try again. To say fuck it to all my past exes. But like you saw, that stupid self doubt voice in my head can be a real dick.”

His eyes carefully watched her. There was worry he said too much. That he was too harsh. Or that she’ll see he has too much shit he needs to work through and tell him she needs to get back to her work. But what followed next surprised him. Instead of all the things that would cause him to get kicked out of this lab Frannie managed to assure him everything will be fine between them. Those soft kisses slowly lured a smile onto his lips and the tension in his shoulders subsided. The nasty thoughts from before ebbed away and Sam’s hand reached for her while they kissed. “I think, in time. I will” he whispered. God, was this happening? What started as an off-the-wall gossip post brought them to this very room. On the floor of all places. “I’m sorry what I said before. I was spiraling and-“ he took a deep breath and looked down. “and I shouldn’t have said that. I don’t know your family. I like Quinn a lot from the couple times I’ve talked to her.” Sam’s conscious nagged at him about that remark. “If you’ll have me as your main dude it’ll make me ridiculously happy.” He said, finally able to smile that large Sam Evans grin.

Frannie:

“You don’t need to be sorry. Ever.” Frannie told Sam, watching as his eyes trailed to the floor. It felt new, being this honest. She couldn’t ignore the nervous butterflies still lingering in her stomach, almost afraid that she had said too much, revealed too much. And yet there was a simultaneous feeling of anticipation trembling inside of her; giddy, hopeful anticipation. “It’s okay. I don’t think I’ve given you the best impression of my family so far.” Frannie paused before giving a small, reassuring smile. “My momma knows about you already. She’s the one that made the Star Wars baked treats for you and she asked a few questions this weekend about my new, cutie roommate.” It felt strange calling Sam a ‘new’ rommmate, but Frannie had to keep reminding herself that despite the strength in how she was beginning to feel for Sam, this was still very much new. Exciting. But, still new.

Her smile matched Sam’s when she finally saw his grin return. It was a relief to see Sam relatively back to normal again, and she couldn’t help matching his smile. “Main dude, huh?” She repeated, quirking an eyebrow in intrigue. “As much as that sounds perfect, Sammy, and believe me it does. I want to take my time with you. We have time. All the time.” Running a finger along the side of his cheek again, Frannie gave another small smile, it feeling permanently etched on her cheeks. “What do you think about, just focusing on each other? No distractions. No more squares, or any other shapes, for now. Just us?” It was a step. And for Frannie, it felt like quite a big one. “The last thing I’d want is for you to feel rushed. I want you to be totally sure. And ridiculously happy too. Ridiculously happy Sam is the best.”

Sam:

His fingers subconsciously played with one of Frannies bracelets as he spoke, his attention on her lips and the way they moved and how even while speaking he couldn’t stop his thoughts. God, he wants to kiss her again but they’re still in that figure things out stage of things. “Y-you did? I mean, I remember you said she made them but she didn’t think it was for some kid or charity?” He started to laugh at this, feeling better. Much better. “Does your mom think it’s cool for us to share a room? My parents are laid back but they told me to be respectful and not crowd you.” He shared with her while his index finger moved back and forth underneath the band as his other hand held hers.

With a laugh he nodded, “Yeah. I think I got ahead of myself. When you said you choose me and then saying I’m incredible and all those kisses. I lost my head there for a minute. I’ll let you know right now if you ever want something all you gotta do is kiss me like you did before and I’ll probably agree to anything. It’s like kryptonite but better.” He grinned. How can he not when they’re back to how things should be between them. “So we’re dating but not exclusive? Kind of like a trial run to see how we’ll be like as a couple if we decide to take that plunge?” Sam wants to make sure he understands. “No more flirting with other people. Just with each other?” Plus more but that’ll come later. He hopes.

Sam glanced back down at their joined hands and noticed the test tubes. “I interrupted your work. I was so caught up with stuff in my head and our texts I didn’t think to ask it’s a good time to interrupt.” There’s a touch of guilt in his tone but, “What are you working on. Not sure I’ll understand but I want to see you in action here. I like when you talk science to me. It’s hot.” He dished a smirk and then leaned over, placing a hand against the side of Frannie’s neck to press a kiss, this one lingered longer than the ones from before. He enjoyed the softness of her lips and the soft brush of her nose against his. Sam didn’t realize how much he needed that quiet moment between them until the kiss broke.

Frannie:

For the most part, Frannie’s attention had remained relatively focussed, without many distractions. That was until she spotted Sam’s gaze, lowering onto her lips, and she could feel her concentration slipping. She couldn’t help the immediate rush of sinful thoughts that flooded her mind. Mainly about Sam pushing her body up against a wall.

Flushed, Frannie shifted in her seat to try and hide how immediately distracted she was. A crimson blush starting to form on her cheeks may have been a giveaway. “No, of course not. She knew they were for you.” Frannie smiled, before adding. “She likes you. Especially from how much I’ve shared about you. I’m not sure how much of a fan of our living situation she’ll continue to be once she realises it’s anything but pure.”

Her mind considered Sam’s words, thinking carefully before she answered. “Exclusive means not entertaining anybody else, right?” She questioned. “Because, if you’d like to be, we can do that. I don’t really plan on wanting to be with anybody else while we get to know each other.”

A small smile returned to her lips at the mention of her work and she grinned. “I invited you here!” She chuckled, picking up one of the test tubes and raising it so it was a little closer so Sam could see. Inside was some coloured liquid alongside some small cells, paraded at the bottom. “This is what I’m currently looking at. We’re currently looking at how to make copies of specific strands and copies of DNA. It’s so much fun.” The words were gushing from her lips in an excited flurry, her enthusiasm clearly evident. It was only when Sam surprised her with a kiss - this kiss, lingering instead of the shorter kisses from before - did she pause, her eyelashes immediately fluttering closed as returned the kiss. Pressing her hand against the side of his cheek, she could feel the warmth of skin beneath her fingers and she hoped, more than anything, Sam could hear how hard her heart was beating. For him.

Sam:

Did Sam notice the way Frannie shifted and blushed just then? You bet he did. After all, they’re still kissably close. It felt good after all this talk, his opening up about his exes and how an online comment got to him. It’s very well due to bad timing on that. The guy was upset and Sam was already going something in the moment. He just hopes whatever he and Frannie are about to dive into doesn’t result with those three words returning to his head in horrific clarity like the mom’s voice in Carrie before shit got real.

“Pu-“ Sam started to ask and pivoted his question to, “Are you very up front with your mom? I tell my parents things but I keep certain stuff from them. But I guess once our families learn we’re dating they’ll push us to get separate dorms.” Sam licked his lips and brought his attention down to Frannies hands again. Most of her rings are missing, probably because of the lab. He doesn’t know why he’s focusing on how beautiful and delicate her hands are and how they make him feel all sorts of flustered when she touches oh. Samuel! Focus! “Right.” He snapped out of it. “I’m fine with us to continue living together while we date. Get to know each other in a deeper level. It’ll only be you from now on. All the flirting and everything stops. But, and I’m cool with this, you feel better we have some space and stay in different dorms…” he trailed and chuckled. “Okay, maybe I’m not so on board with that. I like what we’ve got. A lot.”

Sam laughed at her reminder and comically shrugged at this. “I know but you didn’t know the exact time I was rolling in here to talk.” He pointed out. Sam watched as Frankie’s eyes lit up, just like when she talks to him about her favorite authors of showing him a piece of jewelry she just bought. His gaze fell onto the tube and took in the contents and how cool it is! “Isn’t that the cells people use to help regenerate skin? I see this and hear DNA and my mind goes to replicating tissue.” He laughed to himself.

It’s a combination of their honest talk, her lab coat, Frannie’s excitement about her DNA project, and the fact Sam’s feel all sorts of head-over-heels for this woman which brought him to kiss her mid explanation. He didn’t mean it to go as long as it did but her hand on his neck encouraged him to keep with this. There’s the softest noise from Frannie and Sam playfully teased her tongue with his before remembering where they’re at. His lips inched from hers but his fingers pushed a loose strand of hair that slipped from her pony tail. “I-I couldn’t help myself. You got talking about science and looked so cute and excited. And everything from before with what we talked about and-“ he chuckled but there’s such a bright smile on his face, the complete opposite from the Sam who entered this lab 10 minutes ago. “If there’s ever anything sciencey you want to share with me. Just shoot a text and I’ll jog down here. I might not get most of it when you explain it but it means something to you and I want to be a part of that excitement.” His hand rested on her knee as he spoke. Little touches, hand holding, kisses, they’ve worked their way into their lives it all feels natural to him. But now they’ll solely be shared with each other and that made Sam’s heart do a happy backflip. Figuratively. If it actually did that he’d die. “I should get going though. I have class in an hour and gotta grab a bite before it.” He sighed as he moved to his feet. “If we’re not too swamped with studying do you wanna continue that book we started yesterday?”

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subnoahwrightscks · 4 years ago

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NOAH ✉ FRANNIE

Noah: Hello again Dr. Frannie Fabray! So...... I heard from Blaine that we get to, like, pet cute animals when we have these sessions with you so I was wondering if you could be my Home Base Counselor? You seemed pretty cool too though. I'm not /only/ texting you for your cute animals fyi.

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restlesstheoryqfab · 4 years ago

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text | LivQuinn

Liv: I was just looking back in my camera roll and found a picture of us in the dungeon :sweat smile emoji: :sweat smile emoji:

Quinn: oh God

Liv: We looked so rough LOL

Quinn: I'm sure we did

Liv: How are you?

Liv: Did I see somewhere your tour ended?

Liv: You going back to California?

Quinn: m'fine

Quinn: That it did.

Quinn: Nah. Headed back to Boston.

Liv: Oh! So I’ll get to see you then??

Liv: When will you be around?

Liv: It’s been ages

Quinn: Yup

Quinn: Got plans Monday, presumably I'll be required to make an appearance at Fran's on Tuesday, but I could probably do sometime on Tuesday?

Quinn: That it has.

Liv: That’s so far

Quinn: It's Tuesday or you wait even more.

Liv: Ugh the worst

Liv: why can’t you be around nowwwwwww

Quinn: Because I'm not

Liv: I’ll wait

Liv: Since I have to

Quinn: believe me, I'd prefer to be around

Liv: Are you close enough for me to drive to you?

Liv: The pictures were so hot!

Quinn: I'm busy.

Liv: Oh, okay. No worries

Quinn: Post tour shit is a bitch

Liv: I mean, I imagine so. So much physical and emotional work. When I was on tour it felt like we never went to bed.

Quinn: I love being on tour. I hate coming off it.

Liv: Sounds like you ate too many edibles

Quinn: I wish.

Liv: Do you want some?

Quinn: God no. Fran would kill me.

Liv: So? Edibles are basically good for you

Liv: Plus they just help you sleep

Quinn: You convince miss high and mighty of that.

Liv: Maybe she just cares about you?

Liv: Well, if you decide you want some lemme know.

Quinn: She does, but she's also anti-everything fun

Liv: Fun is relative. Different for everyone.

Liv: sounds like you need fun, grumpy

Quinn: But weed is nearly always fun, and Frannie turns up her nose at it.

Quinn: I need a fucking break is what I need.

Liv: plus how do you know Frannie hasn’t made edibles before? She definitely has.

Liv: You’re literally on break

Quinn: Is my withdrawal brain reading shit wrong or did you just say that Frannie, Francine Grace Fabray MADE edibles?!

Liv: She did! On Sunday.

Quinn: The fuck?

Liv: It’s why I have them

Quinn: You made edibles with my sister?

Quinn: god this feels like a hallucination

Liv: I did!

Liv: They’re so yummy too

Quinn: What fucking world did I faze into that my sister is making edibles?

Liv: Why does it matter?

Liv: It just means she doesn’t care if you let me bring you some

Quinn: She'll still fuckin kill me

Liv: I just wanna chill with you Fabray

Quinn: I'm probably the last fucker in Boston you really wanna hang out with.

Liv: Hey now, don’t put words in my mouth :frowning emoji:

Quinn: I'm not good company right now.

Liv: That’s okay. I can just drop cookies off?

Quinn: No. It'd be a bad idea. I don't know what adding that onto everything else would do. Would like to at least give Fran the chance to kill me.

Liv: Okay. I’ll bring some Tuesday then. How’s that?

Quinn: Sounds great. And tell whichever of the women in that house you're talking to that I know what I'm doing.

Liv: You sure about that?

Quinn: Yeah, this isn't my first rodeo.

Liv: Well they love you

Quinn: Doesn't always feel like like it. Fucking snitch.

Liv: Rather be a snitch then lose you

Quinn: I was talking about Bea. Though you're not much better.

Liv: What did she do?

Quinn: Tattled to Frannie

Liv: she is the baby

Quinn: And I told her I was fine.

Liv: Yeah, I mean drugs usually don’t equate to fine. But it’s fine.

Liv: What do you have going on Monday?

Quinn: I'm detoxing. It's fine.

Quinn: high school reunion of the horny variety, apparently

Liv: But why stop if you wanna do them so bad?

Liv: Ooooooh

Liv: Gross

Quinn: Frannie. And I only trust one guy to supply me, though after this my trust is wavering.

Quinn: Pretty little brat that I'm inclined to believe is as good with her mouth as she says.

Liv: So you stopped enough to trick her?

Liv: Hopefully she’s not lying

Quinn: If she thought I wasn't using she didn't worry.

Quinn: Pretty little song bird who also doesn't know how to shut up. So if that woman doesn't know how to put that mouth of hers to good use, well, she knows what I'll do to her.

Liv: Looks like you’re spots been blown up unfortunately

Liv: What now?

Liv: Hopefully she shuts up enough to use her mouth

Quinn: Fuck if I know.

Quinn: She likes being put in her place, I'm sure I can that mouth to do what I want it to.

Liv: Cool

Liv: sounds funnnn

Quinn: I should ask if she's gotten rid of her reindeer sweater...

Liv: LOL u joking?

Quinn: This girl wore short fucking skirts, knee high socks, and sweaters so fucking often. And no matter how much teasing and bullying occurred she wouldn't change. Even her so-called friends tried to get her to toss the fucking reindeer sweater and she just wouldn't.

Liv: Well, stubborn can be fun. I think.

Liv: My brother always wears funny bow ties. People don’t appreciate them but he does it anyways.

Quinn: Bowties I can appreciate. Unflattering sweaters with reindeer I cannot

Liv: They were unflattering even with the knee socks?

Quinn: From ankle to waist she was perfect. Great legs, an amazing ass. And then BOOM reindeer

Liv: LOL you’ll have to let me know what she wears cause I’m big curious

Quinn: Hopefully not much. But yeah, I'll let you know

Liv: She shows up naked. Could you imagine :laughing cat emoji:

Quinn: If she wasn't meeting in public first I am not entirely sure I'd complain.

Liv: Why public if you know each other?

Quinn: Because it's been 11 years since high school and I'm not stupid enough to give someone I barely know my address?

Liv: Did she know your address back then? :winking emoji:

Quinn: No. My father would have had a conniption if I even entertained the idea of being acquainted with her.

Liv: Ohhhhhh

Liv: Romeo and Juliet vibes :laughing cat emoji: :laughing cat emoji: laughing cat emoji:

Quinn: I wanted nothing to do with her back then. Except when I could get her angry enough to storm off so I could watch her go.

Liv: So you kinda wanted something to do with her

Quinn: I wanted less to do with her than she wanted to do with me.

Liv: Omg was she in love with you

Quinn: She wanted me to fuck her in the locker room. Apparently on multiple occasions.

Liv: Jesus

Liv: that’s hot

Quinn: Spanking included

Liv: Well then

Quinn: Mmhmm

Liv: Well hopefully she’s just horny for you and not obsessed with you

Quinn: I've had worse people obsessed with me

Liv: Fair enough.

Liv: So what are you going to make her do?

Quinn: Haven't decided yet.

Liv: No fair

Quinn: I mean, she's given me so many ideas. Definitely like the idea of spanking her, getting her on her knees, not letting her up until I'm satisfied."

Liv: you could kill her between your legs and she probably wouldn’t care

Quinn: Probably

Liv: That’s a sacrifice I’d probably take too

Quinn: Is that so?

Liv: For sure

Quinn: Interesting.

Quinn: So, you and Frannie?

Liv: We’re friends because of Arin! Love that woman

Quinn: Okay, but like how are you two JUST NOW connecting? I mean, you and the queen of darkness have known each other for a while, right?

Liv: It just sort of happened, idk

Liv: the same way you spent your summers with my Blaine

Quinn: Excuse me what?

Liv: Blaine Anderson | Liv Anderson

Quinn: Bruh.

Liv: Tell me about it. I could have gotten into so many pants way sooner.

Quinn: So like, why weren't you?

Liv: You know, dads suck!

Quinn: Mood

Liv: I punched him in the face and he shipped me off to boarding school :sunglasses emoji:

Quinn: Damn, I wish

Quinn: I just write songs about mine

Liv: Mine doesn’t exist to me anymore so no songs need to be written

Liv: At least they are good!!!

Quinn: I'm sure I don't exist to him but that doesn't make the trauma and shit nonexistent

Liv: Neither does the drugs

Quinn: The drugs have very little to do with THAT bastard

Liv: Okay. My apologies.

Liv: They still don’t help trauma

Quinn: They stop the memories way more than you'd think

Liv: Doesn’t make it the way

Quinn: Yeah, well they work.

Liv: I know

Quinn: and that's the part that matters.

Quinn: so like how did you get her to make edibles?

Liv: I asked her

Quinn: What the ever loving fuck have I missed the last 9 months?

Liv: I don’t know LOL

Quinn: Neither do I.

Liv: The world just got smaller mostly.

Liv: and everyone is horny and kinky

Liv: Or both

Quinn: Both, definitely both.

Liv: Specially them Fabray girls

Quinn: Not all of us.

Liv: All of you dude

Quinn: Last a checked my not-so-closeted older sister is still in fact a sex free bitch. And as much as even I know kink isn't always sexual, Frannie might have an interested, but that definitely doesn't result in actually being willing.

Liv: An interest is enough for me to label you all kinky. That’s all.

Quinn: Okay then

Liv: And you are horny I’m sure

Quinn: nah, withdrawal sucks that shit right outta ya. Hoping I don't have to cancel Monday, honestly

Liv: omg that’d break her heart probably

Quinn: Probably

Liv: such power

Quinn: Mmhmm

Liv: if you cancel on her let’s hang out

Quinn: If I cancel on her it will be because I still feel like death

Liv: and I can’t take care of you?

Quinn: Why would you want to?

Liv: Friends take care of friends

Liv: I messaged you because I was hoping you’d let me come over to help you. It just also meant I could let Frannie know you are okay

Quinn: I'm fine, Liv, really. Just some extra shit I wasn't expecting to deal with.

Liv: You guys are so fucking frustrating holy shit

Liv: Okay. I get it. But I want to help. And I’m here for you. That’s all. You can believe it and I hope you would but I won’t force you.

Quinn: I know I am. Bea, if you know her is too. But what's frustrating about Frannie? Like, from a you perspective?

Quinn: I just don't need the help right now, okay? Go be a brat to someone who can handle it

Liv: She doesn’t take a single compliment.

Liv: I’m not being a brat I’m trying to be a friend

Quinn: Is there a reason you're trying that hard to compliment my sister?

Quinn: You're being a bratty friend.

Liv: It’s easy to?

Quinn: ... You like her don't you

Liv: We’re friends. Obviously I like her.

Quinn: Bitch, you know what I mean

Liv: I haven’t thought about it like that tbh

Liv: Maybe I do

Liv: That’s fun

Quinn: Does she know? Does she like you back? I need details bitch

Liv: You think she knows when I didn’t know?

Quinn: I don't know. Maybe? Like does she like you?

Liv: I mean she likes hanging out with me and made edibles with me

Quinn: Mmhm. And?

Liv: What do you mean and? We just chill a lot

Liv: And laugh a lot lol

Quinn: Okay. That's something. But also you're terrible at this. I'm gonna have to ask Arin. Arin knows these things.

Liv: Arin knows everything

Liv: I also don’t know anything right now outside the fact that I’m seconds from exploding

Quinn: Except how to fall in love with someone who WON'T cheat on her.

Quinn: Getting relief, I hope?

Liv: low blow

Liv: Maybe she can date Bea. Bea doesn’t know anyone but us.

Liv: Yes sooooon

Quinn: But the truth.

Quinn: Don't know how I feel about that. Though, pretty sure she had a crush on Arin when we were younger.

Quinn: oooh

Liv: I mean who didn’t have a crush on Arin? LOL

Liv: oooooh

Quinn: Frannie. And presumably Blaine.

Quinn: Who???

Liv: Wonder if Sugar did. She’s worse than anyone I know when it comes to realizing feelings LOL

Liv: Arin

Quinn: Sugar had it BAD. Like, literally got her ass beat multiple times with a book cos she refused to leave Arin alone. Now she just pretends to hate her for it.

Quinn: enjoy the queen of darkness, you both probbaly need it though like... does Frannie know?

Liv: LOLOLOLOLOLOl

Liv: Yeah, I think she knows. I mean I don’t know how she wouldn’t know.

Quinn: uh huh. and do you know if she reacted to this?

Liv: What do you mean?

Liv: I don’t know.

Liv: she said she didn’t need Arin

Quinn: I mean how did she react. Was it normal. Was it short. Did it take longer or faster than it should have.

Liv: She gets short a lot. I didn’t really note it as different

Liv: This is so much

Quinn: Well, when you have a chance, compare what everytime she's gotten short with you has in common and met me know

Liv: Quinn, I really like sex and she doesn’t

Liv: I don’t think we could ever work

Liv: it’s not that serious

Quinn: Look, I can't say why she's repulsed lord knows that's her story to tell, but she's on that site for a reason. A reason that I pray means what I think it does. Don't count her out because of her history.

Liv: I’m not counting her out. I just think you’ve got it all wrong.

Quinn: I don't think I do. But Arin will know more and I will get my answer. Just think over why she gets short with you.

Liv: Stubborn :sweat emoji:

Quinn: Fabray genetics. Running away, being attractive, a desire to be right.

Liv: can you like wait to bug arin until I’m done with her?

Quinn: You mean til she's done with you, but yeah, I'm gonna go pass out

Liv: goodnight Quinn :winking emoji:

Quinn: enjoy the queen of darkness

#i: liv anderson #t: liv anderson #t: all #long post

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