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Love love is a verb. Love is a doing word...
Who? ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
but_idontlie and woman_or_a_girl (with the Berry men, Beth, and Puckermom present)
What? Hanukkah miracles.. ;)
When? The third night of Hanukkah 2015
Where? Puckermom's house
Rating: PG-13ish
For:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Hanukkah is always an exciting time of year. Even more so now that Quinn has made the choice to join her family in the Jewish faith, and is well on her way to her formal conversion. She eats up every chance to experience more and more of the traditions and practices of her new faith.
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but_idontlie and woman_or_a_girl (with the Berry men, Beth, and Puckermom present)What? Hanukkah miracles.. ;)
When? The third night of Hanukkah 2015
Where? Puckermom's house
Rating: PG-13ish
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afterglee verseHanukkah is always an exciting time of year. Even more so now that Quinn has made the choice to join her family in the Jewish faith, and is well on her way to her formal conversion. She eats up every chance to experience more and more of the traditions and practices of her new faith.
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She moves those hips, and off we go...
Quinn and imthenewguy
For Footballer Sam verse
Quinn had somehow managed to get Sam out of the house on one of his nights home. The season was going great, and she was so proud of him, but sometimes she liked to have a night out like a "normal" (aka not-famous) couple. A new club had opened in town, and only the upper crust could even afford to get in. Quinn liked that just fine, as it meant that they wouldn't be mobbed by Sam's adoring fans. She made sure she looked smoking hot, before walking out of the bathroom into their bedroom. Sam was facing the other way, so she spoke up with a naughty grin. "How do I look, babe?"
imthenewguyFor Footballer Sam verse
Quinn had somehow managed to get Sam out of the house on one of his nights home. The season was going great, and she was so proud of him, but sometimes she liked to have a night out like a "normal" (aka not-famous) couple. A new club had opened in town, and only the upper crust could even afford to get in. Quinn liked that just fine, as it meant that they wouldn't be mobbed by Sam's adoring fans. She made sure she looked smoking hot, before walking out of the bathroom into their bedroom. Sam was facing the other way, so she spoke up with a naughty grin. "How do I look, babe?"
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Sins of a father make your life ten times harder...
Puck and Quinn
Everything changes at Hanukkah
Winter brings holidays, and they are some of the hardest Quinn has ever had. Christmas with her kids while Puck celebrates with Lauren and the girls, and while she knows it's for the best, and keeps the peace with Sam, she wants her husband there with her. Christmas has always been a family affair, and now, their families are different, and Quinn can't be with her husband and her kids at the same time.
Still, after each night of Hanukkah with his girls, Puck has come home with her, to have their own little celebration. Puck tells the story of Hanukkah to his son growing (almost there, by now) in his wife's womb, and Quinn watches as he lights the candles.
But tonight?
Tonight feels different.
A blanket of snow covers everything, and Quinn sits on the couch, her body tired. Carrying Jake and Ava hadn't been this exhausting. Her hand resting where Benjamin's feet are pressing hard, she stands up and crosses over to Puck, her hand curling around his. "I... I want to light the candles tonight... If you'll show me?" she asks softly.
Everything changes at Hanukkah
Winter brings holidays, and they are some of the hardest Quinn has ever had. Christmas with her kids while Puck celebrates with Lauren and the girls, and while she knows it's for the best, and keeps the peace with Sam, she wants her husband there with her. Christmas has always been a family affair, and now, their families are different, and Quinn can't be with her husband and her kids at the same time.
Still, after each night of Hanukkah with his girls, Puck has come home with her, to have their own little celebration. Puck tells the story of Hanukkah to his son growing (almost there, by now) in his wife's womb, and Quinn watches as he lights the candles.
But tonight?
Tonight feels different.
A blanket of snow covers everything, and Quinn sits on the couch, her body tired. Carrying Jake and Ava hadn't been this exhausting. Her hand resting where Benjamin's feet are pressing hard, she stands up and crosses over to Puck, her hand curling around his. "I... I want to light the candles tonight... If you'll show me?" she asks softly.
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Sooooo... Of my boys, who would be the... um... best...
CELEBRITY GRUDGE MATCH
chord "trouty mouth" overstreet vs. mark "the saw" salling
[trouty mouth vs. tongue]
( Under the cut... )
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I've been nonchalant about the calls at 2am
Who? Quinn and Rachel
When? Simultaneously with Quinn's text convo with Puck
Where? Where else?
What? Roommate SOS
Rating: SFW
Text Message
To: rachel
From: quinnie
rachel... i did something stupid.
When? Simultaneously with Quinn's text convo with Puck
Where? Where else?
What? Roommate SOS
Rating: SFW
Text Message
To: rachel
From: quinnie
rachel... i did something stupid.
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We lay, we lay together, just not too close, too close
Who? Quinn and Puck
When? Friday night, around 1 a.m.
Where? Faberry Apartment
What? In which Quinn is lonely and sober...
Rating: Gonna go ahead and say NSFW just for safety's sake.
Quinn can't sleep. It's past midnight, and she tosses and turns in her bed, frustration written across her face. She picks up her phone, scrolls through her texts (mostly from Rachel, and a couple from work friends), and puts it back down. Seconds later, she picks it up again, scrolls through her contacts, and pauses in the S's, where Rachel has changed Puck's name to Satan. Her thumb hovers over the touch screen, the name Satan far more tempting than it should be.
Things had definitely gone oddly between them the night they had sex, and Quinn isn't sure what makes her want to text him back. She full on moped for over a week, and Rachel was worried, and even now, she thinks what a stupid decision it would be to get in touch with him.
She sets her phone back on the bedside table, turning her back to it, closing her eyes, and forcing herself to concentrate on breathing, but even with eyes closed, the room feels as if it's closing in on her, and she flips over quickly to snatch the phone back off the table. The touch screen hasn't even faded, and Puck's number is still there, in the middle of her screen, Satan in big white letters.
Heart pounding, Quinn does the last thing she should do. Makes contact.
Text Message
To: satan
From: quinn fabray
hi.
When? Friday night, around 1 a.m.
Where? Faberry Apartment
What? In which Quinn is lonely and sober...
Rating: Gonna go ahead and say NSFW just for safety's sake.
Quinn can't sleep. It's past midnight, and she tosses and turns in her bed, frustration written across her face. She picks up her phone, scrolls through her texts (mostly from Rachel, and a couple from work friends), and puts it back down. Seconds later, she picks it up again, scrolls through her contacts, and pauses in the S's, where Rachel has changed Puck's name to Satan. Her thumb hovers over the touch screen, the name Satan far more tempting than it should be.
Things had definitely gone oddly between them the night they had sex, and Quinn isn't sure what makes her want to text him back. She full on moped for over a week, and Rachel was worried, and even now, she thinks what a stupid decision it would be to get in touch with him.
She sets her phone back on the bedside table, turning her back to it, closing her eyes, and forcing herself to concentrate on breathing, but even with eyes closed, the room feels as if it's closing in on her, and she flips over quickly to snatch the phone back off the table. The touch screen hasn't even faded, and Puck's number is still there, in the middle of her screen, Satan in big white letters.
Heart pounding, Quinn does the last thing she should do. Makes contact.
Text Message
To: satan
From: quinn fabray
hi.
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All I want to do is be more like me and be less like you
Who? Quinn Fabray and singingprodigy
When? Thursday afternoon
Where? The Faberry apartment
What? In which Quinn and Jesse converse
Rating: PG-13
Quinn walked into the living room after finishing up a creative writing final project and submitting it online to find Jesse on the couch, and Rachel nowhere to be seen. With a little huff, she rolled her eyes and walked past him to the refrigerator. Apple juice, soy milk, ranch dressing (all out of date), and a box of wine. Yes. A box.
She crossed over to the cabinet, finding a Dixie cup and filling it with box wine. Ever the classy one, that Quinn Fabray. With a groan, she walked over and sat down on the love seat. "Hi," she said lazily.
singingprodigyWhen? Thursday afternoon
Where? The Faberry apartment
What? In which Quinn and Jesse converse
Rating: PG-13
Quinn walked into the living room after finishing up a creative writing final project and submitting it online to find Jesse on the couch, and Rachel nowhere to be seen. With a little huff, she rolled her eyes and walked past him to the refrigerator. Apple juice, soy milk, ranch dressing (all out of date), and a box of wine. Yes. A box.
She crossed over to the cabinet, finding a Dixie cup and filling it with box wine. Ever the classy one, that Quinn Fabray. With a groan, she walked over and sat down on the love seat. "Hi," she said lazily.
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