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[fiskgrace]

kellymwrites replied to your post: i spent last week in manchester, and it has never...

i’ve loved living here for years and years but i have never been as proud to call manchester my home as i have been in recent times. true story.

ive half lived there since my dad moved when i was like 3, and then full time all through uni and hopefully again from next month, but it is truly one of the best cities in the world and this has all just proved how much i want to be there haha

[dani-camp]

[text]: Take a hint – I want nothing to do with you. || [text]: I want to have sex in my car again before I put the car seat back in || [text]: Please stop putting yourself down I hate when you talk badly about yourself (Any muse you want, darl. I'll send more so you can write more later :) )

[text]: Take a hint – I want nothing to do with you. 

QUINN: Too bad our child is half me, right?QUINN: Look, we both know we haven’t been the most responsible to each other. I have a boyfriend and we broke up months ago, we shouldn’t have ever acted otherwise. I don’t want to be the same person I was last year, and I can’t keep going behind his back. QUINN: I’m sorry if that hurts you but you can’t just ignore me. We have a daughter to take care of. Together.

[text]: I want to have sex in my car again before I put the car seat back in

QUINN: No offense, Puck, but why does your brain work this way? QUINN: Plus the reminder that we’d be having sex where our child sits really kills the mood. 

[text] Please stop putting yourself down I hate when you talk badly about yourself

QUINN: Really? I figured you’d find it refreshing. I know you think I’m selfish and manipulative.

[blairwaldorfs]

You and I were probably never meant to be, but I loved every second with you.

The worst part about this was how inevitable it had all felt and Quinn wished things could have been different. They should have known when they got together because they pretended to be married for free drinks or when they got so drunk they thought getting married in Las Vegas was a good choice. Maybe if she had just decided to end the marriage, they wouldn’t have gotten this far and she wouldn’t have felt like her heart was being ripped from her chest because it was finally ending after years of trying.

“I loved every second you weren’t annoying me,” she smiled, trying to joke around with him because it was better than facing this reality. The two of them weren’t quitters, but there was no making this work when they both wanted different things. She was certain they hadn’t ever stopped wanting each other, this was just proof that sometimes that wasn’t enough to make a relationship work.

She looked down at the paper in front of her, slightly glad they had decided to do this together instead of just mailing paperwork between lawyers. There was no reason for this to be messy or drawn out longer than necessary. He could have their apartment on the East Coast and she’d get the dog, as much as she wished it were possible for them to split custody. It just didn’t seem possible to put him on an airplane for weekend visitations, but she’d never deny Puck if he asked to see him.

“You just need to sign and it’s done,” Quinn said softly, blinking quickly because the tears were welling up in her eyes at an alarming rate. “I didn’t think it was going to be this easy.” The meaning behind it probably coming out entirely wrong.

It seemed wrong that everything they had been through could be ended with a few signatures and she hated herself for allowing this to happen. If she had just stayed in New York instead of deciding that she needed to move to LA to have a career, things wouldn’t be this way. They wouldn’t have spent the last few months arguing and barely seeing each other because she wanted to become an actress. This mostly fell on her shoulders and she knew it would take a while before she stopped blaming herself for ruining the best thing in her life.

There was hesitation on Puck’s part and she knew he didn’t want this, probably even more than she didn’t. He had always been the one that gave in when things needed to be figured out and wondered if he hated her for taking so much. She watched as he ultimately signed where was needed and she brushed the tears that fell down her cheeks away before he could notice them. It didn’t seem like either of the lawyers in the room were that interested in being there longer than necessary and made themselves scarce once they realized they were no longer needed.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t have been better at this,” she finally said after a few minutes of silence, her gaze on the table because she couldn’t bring herself to look at him. “We both know you deserved better.”

Her hand moved to the necklace that still held her wedding ring and she unclasped it, sliding the ring off the chain before she sat it down on the table. There was no reason for her to keep the ring and she was honestly surprised he hadn’t run for the door the moment his signature was on the paper. Maybe it was finally setting in that they were officially no longer together - officially no longer a couple at all. It was something she was going to need some time to adjust to because she had been one part of ‘Quinn and Puck’ for so long, the need to find who Quinn Fabray was now as the furthest thing from her mind.

“Goodbye, Puck,” she said after a moment, her pace slow as she moved towards the door because maybe he’d tell her to stay. His mouth never opened to stop her and she didn’t stop walking until she reached the door to the stairs, her hand covering her mouth once it had closed behind her to try to hide the sobs that she couldn’t control.

[dani-camp]

“no relationship. no emotions. just sex.” || “wanna’ get this guy out of my face before i break his fucking skull?” || “you have a bible app?” -- give me things immediately pls

“No relationship. No emotions. Just sex.”

Quinn exhaled at his proposal in a quiet huff as her eyes locked with his, feeling the weight of his gaze rest upon her until she couldn’t bare it anymore, nudging her way closer to his warm body and pressing her lips to his. She didn’t know what it was about him… He was a bad boy, a lothario, a troublemaker. When she’d met him she thought that he was bound to be nothing more to her than a nuisance. And while he was all that, he managed to soften her- her- towards him, and he made her feel safe and supported her better than most other people in her life. This, she thought as she moved her fingers under the hem of his shirt, was bound to happen eventually.

“Wait,” Quinn said, pulling away from him quickly, her fingers cooling without the warmth of his skin. She moved a hand through her hair and readjusted her dress, taking a breath and refusing to make eye contact for a few passing moments so he knew this wasn’t happening tonight before explaining. “I’m sorry, but I just realized that’d be a really bad idea.” Hoping he ego wasn’t too bruised to allow them a conversation, she carefully sat on the edge of his bed before remembering herself. “Not because of you, because of me,” She clarified. “Because of me and Marley. And me and your brother… And you and Marley.” 

She met his eye then, her already-warm cheeks growing hot at the admission. He’d called her out on it before, but she’d never admitted what she’d done or how she felt or what she’d noticed to herself, much less to him. There was something between her and Marley- there’d been something for years now- and she’d come to realize that there was also something between Puck and Marley, and a little something between herself and Puck. And she’d pushed it away by sleeping with Jake, and she pushed herself, training and practicing harder, and it wasn’t going away, it was getting worse. Sexual tension permeated their apartment, which undoubtedly contributed to the situation they were in now. “Everything’s screwed up. I keep screwing up.”

“Wanna get this guy out of my face before I break his fucking skull?”

Quinn turned from where she’d been strategically positioned between them- one hand pressed to Sam’s chest and the other held out a few inches from Puck’s abdomen- to shoot Puck a look. “Can we just drop the testosterone, please?” If this disagreement had happened a year before, Quinn might’ve let this happen. She might’ve even enjoyed the drama of it a little. But they had a daughter to worry about, and Puck was on parole. Hearing him threaten a possessive Sam with bodily harm was not something she was gonna let slide. 

She wasn’t sure how this had happened exactly, though she’d known it was on the horizon. Sam and Quinn met over the summer at church, and she was sure that their congregation had warned him that Quinn was the young mother of an infant before he ever asked her on a date. And as she’d come to know his accepting nature, she’d gradually revealed to him the circumstances of Beth’s conception- how she’d lied about the paternity, how she cheated, how she was kicked out and how she hadn’t been willing to be a mother at first, and how she was dubious about being more than a part-time mother now. But it wasn’t really until he started school that he was filled in on the details she’d smoothed over. 

She’d caught Finn scratching his neck nervously once she sat down at lunch with him and Sam, and then caught Sam furrowing his brow in Puck’s direction later. He suddenly started wondering aloud why she spent so much time visiting Beth at the Puckerman residence when usually visitation meant the kid coming to her house. And while Sam was way more openly affection than Puck or Finn had ever been, she’d started noticing that most of their interlocked hands, soft kisses, and casual embraces took place in front of the father of her child. And the more Sam fell for her and got to know Puck and learned about their relationship, rumored by the McKinley High Student Body to be a dramatic dysfunctional romance that changed them forever, the more he tugged Quinn away. It definitely didn’t help that his sensitivity was completely justified, and that Puck still held an alarming large part of Quinn’s heart. And it also didn’t help that Puck hinted that the same was true for him, with his casual flirting.

Some offhand (and kind of snide) remark about how she knew the effect her Cheerios uniform had on him made a frustrated Sam ask him to stop making comments about his girlfriend. And headstrong Puck had prodded him back with a comment about how Quinn could say so herself if she didn’t like it, and Sam had asserted with a few marches forward that it didn’t matter because he didn’t like it. 

“Sam, you can’t fight him,” She murmured to her boyfriend, knowing that she’d explained to him before that their ability to be Beth’s parents was so precarious, one misstep could ruin everything right now. “Puck, he’s right,” She continued, not making eye contact, “I’m Sam’s girlfriend. I don’t want you to say stuff like that to me anymore.” She didn’t have to look at him to know that her words were a betrayal of sort- She understood him and the things he did. She knew his compliments were to tease her, not to undermine him. Well, mostly. But she also knew that if she didn’t set some boundaries, she’d lose Sam. And while Quinn wasn’t one-hundred percent sure what kind of boyfriend she preferred- sensitive, affectionate, uncomplicated Sam or tempestuous, sensual, surprising Puck- she wasn’t going to risk it. 

A couple people in the hallways had stopped to look at the argument brewing in front of the trophy cases, and she met each of their gazes with an icy glare until they started moving again, the sound of lockers slamming and sneakers squeaking filling the air again. “Puck and I have a past,” Quinn stated quietly. “I can’t change that. But it is the past. You both need to accept that.” With that, she pulled at the elbow of Sam’s letterman jacket and led him away, hoping the uneasiness at her words came off frustration. 

“You have a Bible app?”

“Open it,” Allie urged him with a chuckle, readjusting her weight against the hammock so she sunk down further into the curve of it, her bent knees moving towards him and her feet wedging underneath his arm. They were coming off one of their sex hazes that usually occurred when Steve and/or the kids were gone or really busy, and their bodies alternated between worn out, working out, or running on endorphins. This cycle just so happened to be due to the fact that they were seniors, they didn’t have to be at school for finals week, and this lazy hammock-laying part of the cycle was due to the endorphins. 

The blonde ran her hand along the shape of his thighs as she watched him give her a questioning look, then open the app. “See, I knew you didn’t delete these,” He said smugly, and sat up to fix her with a playful look. The app was really a secret way to save photos on her phone, set up in a way so she didn’t lose the risque pics he texted or snapped or took of her, cleverly and ironically disguised as a Bible app. 

Sitting up with him, and craving being in his arms again, she maneuvered her way so that she was positioned between his legs and with her back to his chest and the phone was in both of their views. It wasn’t just photos containing nudity or near-nudity though. There were also just pictures of them in each other’s arms, her kissing him on the cheek, both of them kissing each other, some pictures of them not even touching, but their gazes or bodies angled towards each other in a way that was clearly not sibling-like. Then there were also just screenshots of things he’d said to her, funny and sweet and supportive things. She’d forgotten that in her hormone-addled state at first, and she felt kind of bashful about it now. Allie inhaled deeply and relaxed against him, comforted by the fact that even if he thought she was a clingy girl, he at least would probably still keep sleeping with her. “In a few weeks, we’ll move out, and we’ll be together and it won’t matter who sees these. But I didn’t want to lose them in the mean time.”

[blairwaldorfs]

hey @kellymwrites,

i don’t have any memes to answer for you so the next time you’re actually on a computer you should browse this and send me some so i can write our babies

much love, 

@blairwaldorfs

[blairwaldorfs]

kellymwrites replied to your photo “Why watch baseball when you can take selfies”

Children crying is a disgusting noise. Leave.

you’re my favorite

[blairwaldorfs]

“i can’t bare the thought of not waking up next to you.”

As terrified as Aubrey was to agree to enter a relationship, it was moments like this that were quickly proving that it was all worth it. The two of them had been sleeping together for months and slowly it had turned into Aubrey practically living in his apartment. She knew they didn’t need to have a discussion about what was going on between the two of them and she liked that Alex didn’t ask. He knew she wasn’t sleeping with anyone else and that this meant something to her just by the changes she had made. Gone was the girl who enjoyed going out nightly and sleeping with whoever proved to be worth her attention that day. Now she had become someone who enjoyed quiet dinners and evenings filled with a glass of wine while the two of them worked on their whatever needed their attention that night.

She had planned to go back to her own apartment that night just to give Alex some space after putting up with her every night for the past week. Part of her missed Parker and she wanted to see if maybe he was interested in going out for a while before she went to sleep. It was Alex’s voice that stopped her movements as she headed towards the door after letting him know she’d just sleep in her own bed instead of waking him up in case she came in late. There was a moment where she felt her stomach twist in nervousness and she took a second before she turned around to look at him. She still sometimes had to fight the instinct to run from all of this before she ruined it and she couldn’t wait for the day those thoughts were completely gone.

“Then I’ll come back here,” she replied confidently, giving him another smile before she sat her bag and coat down on the chair. “I just didn’t want to wake you up because I know you have an early morning tomorrow.”

It wasn’t often she put someone else’s thoughts before herself and she knew Alex would realize she was attempting to show him that this was important to her. As scary was it was to open herself up to an entire new world of feelings, there was something excited about doing it with someone like Alex. He had made every effort to respect her wishes and still give her everything that he’d give someone that he was investing his time in. Maybe that’s why all of this had worked out so well for the two of them, but Aubrey wasn’t going to start questioning why she was suddenly getting everything that she could want out of life. The man in front of her couldn’t have been any more different from her and somehow the world brought the two of them together to create something really good.

“I hate the thought of waking up somewhere other than next to you, too,” she whispered as she leaned over the back of the couch to press a quick kiss against his cheek. “Try to go to sleep a little early because I already know I’m going to be waking you up when I get home.”

[dani-camp]

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m okay,” Allie responded quickly, even though her eyelashes were wet and gave her away. Puck, Cody, Cami, and Steve- Akoni had been reclaimed by his rehabilitated mother a few months back- all looked a little bewildered at the sight of a teary Allie, especially in her blue sundress and heels, hair curled without the help of saltwater for once. “I’m just really happy for all of you.”

None of them really understood why she’d turned down her foster father’s offer of adoption, except for Puck, and even he tried to talk her out of it. For most foster kids, the first and foremost wish was to go back to their parents, and if that’s wasn’t the option, it was to find new ones. Puck had argued that he was a lot less important for Allie to have than a family, but the thing was that Allie hadn’t given up on her biological one. And she couldn’t give up on Puck, either. (And she’d secretly hoped, that she and Puck would stay together, so she wouldn’t have to be adopted to consider them her family.) But that didn’t mean it was easy to watch them all get their wishes granted without her. 

Puck nudged her with his elbow as means of encouragement, and Steve cleared his throat and announced that they were going out to eat as a celebration, and led the way out of the courthouse, leaving Puck and Allie to hang back. “I would’ve never agreed to this if I thought you’d regret it,” He murmured to her, making her remember the night after Steve’d had offered to adopt them. They’d both asked for time to think and wound up reconvening on the beach, Allie crying out that they couldn’t be siblings and Puck saying that this was it, this was his last chance, his dad wasn’t coming back for him. His answer to Steve was going to decide if he spent every holiday alone or if he’d come back here every December. If someone was going to call him on his birthday or not. Allie wanted desperately to tell him that she’d always call him on his birthday, but she knew that wasn’t enough. She wanted to be his home, but they’d both learned to not trust people to stay with them. He needed this so much more than she did, she realized. So she gave it up. “I don’t, it was the right decision. I just didn’t expect it to hit me like it did.” The blonde glanced over to him, dressed nicely in a navy suit, and smiled softly. “When we leave for California, I’ll be doing what I’ve wanted to do my whole life and we can finally be together. That’s all that matters.”