Q. L. F. ( they/she )

#gleerp " . . . you're like a 𝑱𝑶𝑳𝑳𝒀 𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑹 that fell in the 𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑻𝑹𝑨𝒀 . . . " QUINN LUCY FABRAY.

out ‘n about . . .

quinn let’s out a mono-syllabic soft grunt in response, pressing kisses all over rachel’s face. “mine..”

quinn’s arms instant wrap around her waist, placing their face in rachel’s neck. she lets out a small angsty grunt. “hmm..missed you.”

they’re sitting here and waiting for her to be in her lap!

. . . they’re intrigued . . .

quinn’s smile grows and their arms tighten around the girl. she hums a bit and chuckles. “𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙖𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚, there’s a giant smile on your face…”

their lips curl into a smile, wrapping her arms around the small brunette’s waist. they let out a raspy chuckle and ‘hmm’ while pulling her close. “you do. i 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 you do. .and do you 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 how i 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 ?”

𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮 ! whipped for me . . .

they’re thankful for sure. if he needs anything in return, he knows where to find her.

really? that’d be great. i uh tried to do that last night and i ended up threading my finger. it was very strange-

ah. jean i assume. i’m trying to patch my new jean vest but i fucking suck at sewing.

hmm. . . what was it? just curious. you always have good taste.

mm like 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙙 have it any other way. .

. . . what—