make me want to hold your hand
ensconce myself in a scratchy blanket
and feel the chilled nip of night on my cheeks
and look up while i forget who i am and be more than i ever was
all at once
Oh yeah, so here’s that achele smut from last night. It was sparked by this idea: “Achele Mutual Masturbation. Maybe Lea doesn’t want to cheat on Theo (DO YOU REMEMBER THEO??) but she’s horny and she wants Dianna so she’s in Dianna’s room, near-naked on Dianna’s bed, touching herself while Dianna watches.”
About 500 words of Rachel Berry/Rachel Berry pre-porn buildup. There might be more of it in the future if there’s general audience investment.
fabromance replied to your post: tonight is just a “reblog ALL of Katie’s brilliant…I’M JUST REALLY UPSET BECAUSE I WANT MY AWKWARD BRUNETTE BROMANCE. it’s so upsetting that the only place finn and rachel get to hang around playing video games and drinking beer and talking about chicks is in my head.
can you please write a faberry story where this shit happens because I just really need this ok
I have one planned out that I made a post about before and I’m 90% that you saw (and reblogged) where Finn goes to NYU a year after everyone else started college. He lives close to the Hummelberry Loft, so he hangs out there a lot. Quinn also happens to be taking advantage of the metro north passes by this time, so she visits a lot, and Finn finds himself developing feelings for Quinn again despite his best efforts. He also grows into this hella weird bromance with Rachel, and he’s not sure where it comes from, but it works for them and everyone else is confused by it (and maybe Quinn’s a little jealous), but whatever, they function pretty well as just friends…which is why Finn is completely and totally surprised that when he admits that he’s gonna ask Quinn out soon and Rachel just goes very quiet before saying that she doesn’t think that that would be such a good idea. And then they scream and get a little childish because they still don’t know how to be mature around each other, but it gets resolved ultimately and they just learn to not bring up the topic of Quinn around each other.
Anyway, Finn gets really comfortable being at the Hummelberry Loft so much so that one day, the door is slightly ajar so he just walks in but he stops in the doorway before he calls out to anyone because there in the kitchen are Rachel and Quinn, standing really close and screaming at each other. They get progressively closer until they’re just standing there, staring, for seconds on end, and just when Finn is about to announce his presence so he doesn’t become a witness to murder, Quinn abruptly pushes Rachel into the counter and kisses her hard. And Rachel definitely isn’t fighting it. Finn watches for a second in awe before remembering that, oh yeah, he has feelings for Quinn so he should be a lot less turned on and a lot more hurt. He leaves. He doesn’t talk to any of them for a few days. There’s more fighting and tension and stuff but ultimately he decides that both of his girls are happy, so he should be happy, too. And he is.
Then there’s that whole thing with the girl in his business class that I talked about before and then everyone lives happily ever after in NYC the end.
Quinn wakes in the hospital to a surprise. Set just after On My Way.
You’re floating. You’re not sure where you are, but you’re definitely floating. If you could describe it, you would, but the words are flirting around the outskirts of your brain and you can’t seem to grasp. It’s light and dark all at once, and you’re not sure that you can feel anything, but you’re definitely floating.
You’re suspended with your body forward, head down, shoulders lifted, parallel to where the floor would be if there was one. It’s just like what you and Fran would do in your pool as a kid, holding your breath until your mother would get worried and scream for you to come up for air. You try to do that now – come up for air – but you can’t lift your head. A voice echoes around you. Is it your mom? No, this voice is tenderer, sweeter, but still sounds familiar.
All of a sudden, you’re falling, falling, falling. You must land on something hard because everything hurts. It’s especially bad in your back and – wow, your head.
she probably dedicates most of her raps to Quinn’s ass because c’mon, it’s a fantastic ass
Quinn has almost completely drifted off to sleep when she receives a sharp poke to her side. Her eyes clench shut - maybe if she ignore it, it’ll just go away - but a few seconds later, she is poked again with an accompanying harsh whisper of “Quinn.” She groans before reluctantly rolling over to face her very beautiful, very naked girlfriend. Quinn makes sure to shoot her a look all the same, which Rachel tactfully ignores.
“Hey, I didn’t wake you, did I?” Non-committal grunt. “Good. I knew you’d be awake. Our lovemaking may be exuberant, but it doesn’t fully drain my energy like I’ve read it potentially can.”
All Quinn can do is blink. “That’s why you’re keeping me from sleeping right now? You have a problem with the way we—”
“No, no. I certainly have no complaints.” At this, Rachel reaches out and tucks a stray strand of hair behind Quinn’s ear. “I actually got your attention because I had something to share with you.”
Despite her agitation at being kept from sleep, Quinn can’t help but smile. “And what’s that?”
“Well, you know how some girls have boyfriends that whisper sweet nothings into their ears in their post-coital bliss?” Quinn nods eagerly. She had always dreamed of that as a little girl. With a smirk, Rachel leans in close until her lips are ghosting across Quinn’s ear. The anticipation is tangible. And then Rachel begins to speak tenderly.
“Girl, you look good, won’t you back that ass up? You’re a fine motherfucker, won’t you back that ass up.” Oh no. “Call me Big Daddy when you back that ass up.”
“Rachel, no. Not again.”
“Hoe, who is you playin’ wit? Back that ass up.”
“We’ve talked about this before. Rap lyrics are not romantic and have no place in our bedroom.”
Rachel grins and moves fully on top of Quinn, straddling her so that she can’t move. It’s too late to escape now. “Oh, Quinn, you’re just jealous because Weezy is more of a poet than you’ll ever be. Now sit still and let me seduce you.”
“There is nothing seductive about this,” Quinn hisses back.
“Really? That’s a shame. I think the song is quite specific to my feelings for you and I have no plans of stopping. Girl, you workin’ with some ass, yeah.” She lowers her mouth to Quinn’s neck and sucks. Poor Quinn, despite her best efforts, can’t help loosing a moan. Rachel grins in delight. “You bad, yeah,” she murmurs before kissing Quinn’s neck again.
“Stop talking,” Quinn groans. She pushes down on Rachel’s shoulders in an attempt to make her put her mouth to other, more-pleasure-less-lyrical uses.
“No way. Round two comes at a price. Them titties sittin’ nice, yeah. I wanna bite, yeah.”
“Wait, you—oh. Ohhh.”
“I knew you’d come around. I could fuck you right yeah, all night, yeah.”
And begrudgingly, Quinn admits that there are worse things than her girlfriend acting out a song about sex. Even if it is rap.
Yesterday, I had some free time between classes, so I decided to open tumblr and browse the faberry tag for a few minutes. There was your usual mix of graphics, fanart, and RP ads. Everything was going as expected until I ran across a rather odd text post.
title: Trick or Treat
word count: 424
“Are you about ready?”
You look up in surprise, because no, you aren’t. You had been dressing for the night when your very gorgeous, very naked wife had walked into the room. And hey, only an idiot wouldn’t look at Quinn Fabray sans clothes when the opportunity arises.
Ever since she was a little girl, Quinn Fabray has always been fascinated with the night sky. As twilight faded to dusk, her dad would take her out to their backyard and hold her in his lap as they sat on a lawn chair and looked up. That house, a veritable mansion, had been on the outskirts of Lima. Without light pollution, it had been perfect for stargazing. No matter what has happened with her father, Quinn will always look back on those warm, summer evenings with nothing but fondness.
And since stars have always been Quinn’s favorite part of the night sky, she really shouldn’t be so surprised that she ended up dating one.
SOMEONE WRITE A STORY WHERE THIS PERSON GOES INTO A PSYCHICS SHOP AND SHE SELLS THEM A POTION THAT WILL TURN THEM INTO BEYONCE
One time Rachel Berry was a psychic. A girl walked into her shop. “Hello, how can I help you?” asked Rachel Berry.
“I would like to be hot,” the girl replied.
“Oh, I have just the thing,” Rachel replied. She went to reach for the bottle marked “essence of Quinn Fabray” but she accidentally grabbed the bottle marked “essence of Beyonce.”
The girl paid for the potion and drank it. She turned into Beyonce. Rachel was disappointed because it wasn’t Quinn Fabray but she was still hot so they made out. Then they ate mints. The end.
“Lea. Come with me. Think of what we could do…together.” Dianna holds her hand out imploringly, and when Lea doesn’t immediately respond, she presses on. “Together, we’re unlimited. Together, we’ll be the greatest team there’s ever been.” Lea’s eyes shine with understanding at the quote, which encourages Dianna. “Dreams the way we planned ‘em—”
“—If we work in tandem,” she finishes softly, a smile threatening at the corner of her lips.
Dianna actually does smile at this and reaches forward to clasp Lea’s hand in her own. “Just you and I. What do you say?”
Deep brown meets fierce hazel and as she looks down into Lea’s eyes, Dianna sincerely thinks that Lea is actually on board with this. But then Lea shifts her eyes downward, and her chin wobbles, and a sharp pang hits Dianna right in the chest.
“I hope you’re happy,” she mumbles, still staring at the ground. Something wet hits Dianna’s shoe - with a start, she realizes that it’s one of Lea’s tears.
“You too.” She moves forward and wraps the other woman in a tight hug for what will surely be the last time for a very long while.
Unsurprisingly, Lea is the first to draw back. She studies Dianna’s face for a moment before planting a tender kiss on her cheek. Lea squeezes Dianna’s hand one last time and walks away.
All Dianna can do is stand there and watch Lea make her way back into the writers’ room. She squeeze the crumpled contract in her hand until Lea looks back at her longingly, takes a deep breath, and closes the door behind her.