quinnfabrayyys:

ok yes Sam can come work for her

Are we making new accounts or are we going to para here? (Whatever you want I don’t mind at all)

sorry this is late my net crashed :/ but yah new accounts i think would be better. 

IM BACK

WELCOME BACK

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quinnfabrayyys:

btw i used to be in this rp plus i just finished reading great expectations let’s do a period para/mini plot where Fabrevans is in the mid 1800’s to early 1900’s and Quinn is a rich, young lady who lives on an estate with her parents and is already set to marry an equally rich young man. in my…

I always thought of Sam as Pip and Quinn as Estella. Weeee should do this. :) but when you’re back. Have fun in Africa! Be safe! See ya when you’re back :)

hi?

On My Way: Love at First Sight || Fabrevans

quinnfabrayyys:

prof-sjevans:

She started on small talk and he stayed silent a moment, debating whether or not to actually give her the pleasure. “Five years,” he answered, pausing when he considered how long that was. Then again, he didn’t really pay much attention to life or the time as he did before everything changed for him. Frowning, he shrugged the thoughts off, going back to his notes as Quinn carried on the talk. “No,” he replied briskly, jaw clenching a moment before it relaxed. “I wanted to be a writer.” That must have explained his solitary and standoffish ways to most people. He would rather be at home typing away as opposed to being at a school lecturing young adults who mostly didn’t care what he had to offer on literature. Gathering his notes and putting them aside, he didn’t notice the small rectangular picture frame that poked out from beneath the copious amounts of papers littering the desk, one of a younger Sam and a woman that looked much like a wedding photo. Which would alarm most seeing as he don’t wear a ring. He glanced at the clock instead, shocked to see only four or five minutes had passed. “Why did you choose to come to this school?” He decided to be courteous and ask her a question.

Quinn paused what she was doing and looked over at the man as he spoke, listening with interest. He didn’t say much but nevertheless, he did speak. She smiled when he said he was a writer, which did explain his personality and loner attitude. There was a long pause and then the professor turned to her and asked why she came to this school. Biting her lip, Quinn thought about it for a second and then shrugged her shoulders, continuing to file the remaining papers away. “I was smart in high school, but I wasn’t the smartest kid in the class. Plus, this is far enough from home but it’s not too far.” She shrugged again, then sighed loudly. Quinn was originally from Chicago and Ohio was just five hours away. “I’ve got family here in Ohio, and it just seemed like the right fit for me. That and I didn’t get into NYU, nor UCLA. This was my backup.”

He listened to her for a moment, his green eyes intent on her. It was rare for him to really look at a person for a while when he was talking to them. Then again, it was rare for Sam to actually talk to people. Sliding his fingers over his lesson plan, he nodded when she finished. “And where is home?” He felt obligated to ask and his tone showed little actual interest but he kept his gaze on her regardless. He understood that needing to be far from home. He severed all ties with his life back in Texas and ended up in Ohio because if was far enough for him. His family wouldn’t go looking for him and they never did. “NYU or UCLA is every teenager’s dream,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes and glancing at the wall a moment. “How long have you been in Ohio?”


Don't Stand So Close To Me / The Police

everyday-eargasm:

Young teacher the subject of schoolgirl fantasy
She wants him so badly, knows what she wants to be
Inside him there’s longing, this girl’s an open page
Book marking, she’s so close now, this girl is half his age

Don’t stand, don’t stand so, don’t stand so close to me
Don’t stand, don’t stand so, don’t stand so close to me

Her friends are so jealous, you know how bad girls get
Sometimes it’s not so easy to be the teacher’s pet
Temptation, frustration, so bad it makes him cry
Wet bus stop, she’s waiting, his car is warm and dry

Don’t stand, don’t stand so, don’t stand so close to me
Don’t stand, don’t stand so, don’t stand so close to me

Loose talk in the classroom to hurt they try and try
Strong words in the staff room, the accusations fly
It’s no use, he sees her, he starts to shake and cough
Just like the old man in that book by Nabokov

Don’t stand, don’t stand so, don’t stand so close to me
Don’t stand, don’t stand so, don’t stand so close to me

Don’t stand, don’t stand so, don’t stand so close to me
(Please don’t stand so close to me)
Don’t stand, don’t stand so, don’t stand so close to me
(Please don’t stand so close to me)
Don’t stand, don’t stand so, don’t stand so close to me
(Please don’t stand so close to me)
Don’t stand, don’t stand so, don’t stand so close to me
(Please don’t stand so close to me)
Don’t stand, don’t stand so, don’t stand so close to me
(Please don’t stand so close to me)
Don’t stand, don’t stand so, don’t stand so close to me
(Please don’t stand so close to me)

On My Way: Love at First Sight || Fabrevans

quinnfabrayyys:

Immediately Quinn regretted having offered to help. Nevertheless, it was a chance to show her professor that she was motivated and that she was here to stay. As she began to file away, she began to make small talk, just so it wouldn’t be so tense and awkward. “How long have you been teaching here?” she asked, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder and looking over at him with a smile. As she did, she couldn’t help but notice that he looked surprisingly good. His jeans were tight and hugged him in all the right places. “Did you always want to be a professor?”

She started on small talk and he stayed silent a moment, debating whether or not to actually give her the pleasure. “Five years,” he answered, pausing when he considered how long that was. Then again, he didn’t really pay much attention to life or the time as he did before everything changed for him. Frowning, he shrugged the thoughts off, going back to his notes as Quinn carried on the talk. “No,” he replied briskly, jaw clenching a moment before it relaxed. “I wanted to be a writer.” That must have explained his solitary and standoffish ways to most people. He would rather be at home typing away as opposed to being at a school lecturing young adults who mostly didn’t care what he had to offer on literature. Gathering his notes and putting them aside, he didn’t notice the small rectangular picture frame that poked out from beneath the copious amounts of papers littering the desk, one of a younger Sam and a woman that looked much like a wedding photo. Which would alarm most seeing as he don’t wear a ring. He glanced at the clock instead, shocked to see only four or five minutes had passed. “Why did you choose to come to this school?” He decided to be courteous and ask her a question.

On My Way: Love at First Sight || Fabrevans

quinnfabrayyys:

Laughing, Quinn shrugged. “Well, maybe it’s both, maybe it’s neither.” She winked subconsciously, which she instantaneously regretted. It was a reflex for her to wink whenever she was flirting. Looking over at the desk, it seemed Mr. Evans was actually working on something. Whether it was important or maybe just some filing, Quinn didn’t know but she decided to help. “Can I help you with anything?” She stood up, not waiting for his answer to walk up to the desk and stand beside her professor, looking at the stacks of paper. “It seems I have a few minutes to spare.”

She winked and he paused, not even listening to what she had said not processing what she was doing as she came back. Winking was a special sort of reflex. Winking came with flirtation. As Quinn moved down and began looking over his paperwork, most of which were notes for lectures and standard paperwork, he stated at her with narrowed and confused eyes. Was she trying to flirt with him? He blinked and looked down at his papers, his brow furrowed a monent. Pushing a stack of folders her way and pointing to a stack of paperwork, he said, “those essays and presentation print outs need to be filed. Each folder has a student’s name, just put their assignments in them. Essay on top.” He shuffled a bit over to continue reading over his own notes, glancing at her occasionally in curiosity but also confusion.

On My Way: Love at First Sight || Fabrevans

quinnfabrayyys:

"Yeah, you too," Quinn replied to his awkward statement, looking at him in confusion. He left and she followed, not really making too much of that little encounter. Nevertheless, her professor didn’t seem quite so frigid in that instant which gave her hope. Maybe he wasn’t as bad as he seemed after all? To test that theory, she decided to make an effort and be early to the next lecture. In fact, as she didn’t have anything beforehand, she arrived twenty minutes before the lecture started, way before anyone else. Quinn tried to sneak in but that heavy door seemed to be against her as when she opened it, it was too hard to hold it open and it shut loudly. Loud enough for professor Evans to hear it. "That door and I don’t get along." Quinn said, laughing softly as she made her way down the amphitheater steps. "You really should get that fixed."

The loud slam of the door caught Sam’s attention as he leaned against his desk, flipping through paper work. He looked exceptionally attractive today, with his hair a tossled mess, his dark wash jeans just a bit tight, as well as his vest and button down clinging to him. No tie today, just a collared shirt with the top buttons undone. With a furrowed brow, he watched her come in and glanced at the clock in the room. “Class isn’t for twenty minutes,” he said. Thumbing through his notes, he watched her curiously before setting the papers aside and crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re taking this come on time thing seriously or you’re mocking me,” he surmised, taking off his glasses to wipe them momentarily before sliding them back on.