#sequinn

So I am kinda obsessed with Miitopia right now and I sketched My OC and my Boyfriend's oc from some screenshots I have taken.

Bas to Quinn: Okay fine, I fucked up.

shes smart and sexy like that 💅🏻

As soon as Quinn was dismissed from the stand the woman rose, with the grace of a swan moments before taking flight, and gave the small, terrified girl a reassuring smile. It was a hard case, one of the hardest in her young career as a psychiatrist; and as much as Quinn didn’t want to testify, spilling necessary details of their sessions, she knew it would help place the sweet child into the arms of the rightful parent.

Quinn left the court room, the doors closed firmly behind her, and she stood there for a moment while her racing mind attempted to recollect their thoughts. This was a first for her. The woman knew when she started this journey the possibility of this type of event was high but to actually have gone through it left her in need of a large glass of wine. Which truly spoke volumes to her state of mind as it was only 10:30AM.

When she felt the Jello sensation in her legs pass Quinn turned to walk in the direction of the exit, where all the metal detectors were. With her fingers curled tight around the strap of her purse she walked purposefully and in her own head but something caused the next step to waver. There was very little in this world which would make Quinn Fabray do a double take and as her foot went down she looked in the direction of two men conversing in a hallway. “Of all the people to see today…” she murmured underneath her breath, the tone unamused. Thankfully she wasn’t seen but as soon as she readied to continue on Sebastian Smythe looked in her direction and locked eyes with hers. 

Great.

He wasn’t sure on what he was supposed to do. There was no way he was going to let Quinn repaint his office, no way. There was a reason for why the walls were white. It looked professional and the last thing he needed was for the walls to be red, pink or purple. He had no idea on what color Quinn would go with so no, she wasn’t going to repaint his office.

Quinn opened her eyes at the sound of the doorbell, immediately jolted from her sleep. She reached blindly for her alarm clock on the side table. My God. Who was ringing her doorbell at seven in the morning? She wasn't expected at the office until ten today. She'd been planning on sleeping in. Again, the doorbell sounded, and Quinn sat up. "I'm coming!" she shouted, muttering under her breath afterwards as she slipped out of bed, "To wring your neck."