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stream willow on disney+ for good health and clear skin

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HOSIE + right where you left me by taylor swift

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writing a 10 page long outline for a faberry fic: yes! love it! incredible! so inspired!

writing the actual fic: …

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writers be like "I'm going to work on my WIP." my brother in christ, you've already opened tumblr

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the “crazier things have happened” verse: a glee fix-it mess by yours truly

the au you didn’t know you needed, or something

first and foremost. introducing three characters as members of the lgbtq community: rachel and sam as bisexual and quinn as a lesbian!

that’s not all that’s new with quinn - in this au, she never cheats on finn, but she does sleep with him (in a misguided attempt to figure out her sexuality) which results in finn being beth’s dad

and with support from finn and carole and co, quinn decides to keep beth, raising her mostly on her own with some help from finn

but finn is, you know, finn, and has some messy priorities

one of these being rachel, who’s also having a sexuality crisis bc quinn just came out and now rachel needs an explanation for why that excites her so much.

so rachel and quinn start talking, rachel periodically pulling away bc she’s scared to break things off with finn. she knows he’s safe.

then rachel kisses quinn, finn proposes to rachel, quinn blocks them both and it all goes downhill from there.

oh, and it’s got 12 chapters on ao3 already.

the first installment of the series is a little fic called “how evergreen, our group of friends”, and it’s at about 20k words currently. it isn’t finished, but i update regularly, every two days.

see you on the archive!

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Faberry x “Boyfriend”

rated T, 1.7k, oneshot, rachel/quinn

swearing, somewhat cheating-esque so don’t like don’t read!

authors note: faberry based on the song “boyfriend” by dove cameron! i’m not sure whether this is gonna get posted on ao3 or not since the style is sort of unusual for me, but we’ll see! i hope you enjoy!

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The party is thrumming with energy, the wildness of teenage exhilaration running through the air, music vibrating against the walls, rattling pictures.

Across the smoky room, couples are making out, egged on by friends equally as drunk as them. Bodies are pressed together, so close their sweat is shared as they dance, lights flashing overhead.

She’s completely and utterly bored.

It’s easy enough to slip out of the living room - no watchful eyes call out for her to come back. She flies under the radar now, after the past year has let the pressure of being perfect slip away until eventually, she's come to realize it doesn’t matter anymore.

She weaves through the thick crowd of bodies as she enters the kitchen. She just needs to grab her jacket and then she can go home.

The kitchen is somehow empty, the pounding bass from the speakers all she can hear as the door shuts beyond her, muffling voices and stopping the electricity in the air from jolting her skin every time she moves.

She’s alone.

Well.

Almost alone.

“What are you doing?”

Rachel looks up from her phone. Her bangs are skewed to the side, stuck to her forehead, her skin shiny from the heat. Her dress is tight, tight, tight, and her heels are looped around her wrist by the straps as she leans against the counter.

She shrugs.

“Where’s Finn.” Not a question.

Rachel sips from her red solo cup, grimacing.

Quinn watches the way her throat bobs as she swallows.

“Out there. Dancing. I don't know.”

Quinn steps closer, dangerously close. Too close for someone who feels the way she does. And Rachel knows it.

She swallows again. Her cup’s empty.

Quinn cocks her head towards the door. “Everyone’s dancing.”

Rachel smiles, but it’s not sweet. “You’re not.”

“Neither are you.”

Rachel breathes deeply, but unevenly, her chest hiccuping. her eyes stay trained on Quinn's. “What do you care?”

She dodges the question. Steps right into another one. “Why is he not with you?’

Rachel flicks her brows upward. Repeats her earlier question.

“What do you care?” Adds to it. “You’ve always wanted him. Have him.”

She flings out the words like they’re bitter in her mouth.

She wants to taste that bitterness.

Quinn shifts closer. She can feel the coiled energy radiating off of Rachel's body. “I don't want him.”

Rachel leans back against the counter, bending her arms behind her, hands flat on the granite.

Quinn grabs her wrist. Leans in, close enough that her breath tickles the fine peach fuzz on the shell of her ear. Rachel shivers.

“I could be a better boyfriend than him.”

Rachel’s breath hitches. “I don’t think you could.”

She laughs. Rachel shivers.

Quinn doesn’t speak. Rachel fills the silence. “He’s scared of you, you know. He thinks something’s happening between us.”

She raises a brow. “Is something happening between us?”

Rachel pulls away. “You tell me.”

Quinn runs her eyes down Rachel's scantily clad body. Rachel notices. A tremble runs through her, skin peppering with goosebumps.

“Are you cold?”

Quinn can feel how hot her body is from here.

Rachel nods. She’s always been a very good liar.

Quinn grabs her jacket from the chair it’s been draped over. She hands it out to Rachel.

She takes it wordlessly, eyes locked on Quinn as she slips her arms into the holes, zipping it up.

It fits perfectly.

“He’s not good enough for you.”

Rachel crosses her arms. “Who decided you get to judge my relationship?”

“Look at him… he’s an oaf. You’re… you’re perfect.” Her words are drawn out, the kerning between the letters increasing as she speaks, voice sweet as honey and just as thick. “You’re talented. He’s average. You’re going to go somewhere in life. He’ll stay in this town forever. Is that what you really want Rachel? To get married and start pumping out babies as soon as you graduate?”

Rachel mumbles under her breath, the first unclear thing she’s said all night. It’s intentional.

She won’t ask. She knows what she’s said, knows that she won’t admit it to her.

Rachel waits for Quinn to make the next move. She’s telling Quinn the ball is in her court. It’s up to her to score.

She leans in close.

“If I could give you some advice… I would leave with me tonight.”

Rachel steps away from the counter. Pours herself another drink. Knocks it back. “Why would I do that?”

“This party’s boring.”

Rachel cocks her head. Tosses her cup. “Every party’s boring.”

Quinn clears her throat. “Come home with me.”

No hesitation.

“Okay.”

They walk out of the comfortable silence of the kitchen together, into the wildness of the party.

Quinn can feel him staring, can feel the way his eyes are trained into the back of her head. She doesn’t care.

She knows that he knows the jacket is hers, that Rachel's wearing her clothes and he has screwed up.

She almost laughs. He’s screwed up one too many times. Rachel has forgiven him too many times. She vows to change that tonight.

The sea of kids part as they walk. She is still their leader.

She has forgotten the social hierarchy. It has not forgotten her.

They reach the front of the home. Quinn twists the metal knob, opens the door. Holds out a hand, winks at Rachel.

“Ladies first.”

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She’s not wasted by any regards, but she knows she’s had too much to drive. They walk.

The dwindling summer air is hot and sticky. Her clothes are damp in the humidity.

They walk in silence, the only sound Rachel’s heels swishing against the leather of the jacket Quinn loaned her.

Luckily- or maybe unluckily, because at this moment she feels infinitely 17 and she almost wants to throw up at the thought that it can’t last forever- the party is just around the corner from her own lifeless house- that’s what it is.

A house, not a home.

A sharp juxtaposition to the undeniable home they have just come from. She shakes off the thought.

They slip in the front door, giggling like the drink-fuzzy teenagers they are.

Her house is empty and dark and vast. Her room is only slightly better.

Rachel slides beneath her sheets, not even bothering to change out of her clothes.

Quinn quickly changes. her bare skin is hidden in the darkness, but it still feels exhilarating.

Rachel sets her phone on the nightstand. it buzzes. Once, twice, three times. It does not stop buzzing.

Quinn reaches across her body, feeling the way she tenses slightly- holding that feeling- turns it off.

Rachel lets out a breath.

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Finn: rachel where r u?

Finn: where did you go w her?

Finn: why her?

Finn: wtf rach?

Finn: seriously, fucking text me back

Finn: don’t you even fucking think about doing anything w her

Finn: just tell me what u two are doing

Finn: rachel

Finn: just tell me nothing’s going on so i can stop being so fucking paranoid

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Rachel shifts beside her, satin sheets rustling.

“Do you have some clothes I can borrow? This dress is uncomfortable.”

Quinn nods. Tamps down indecent thoughts. “Yeah.”

She turns on the lamp. Looks over at Rachel. Looks back quickly.

She stands up, shuffling feet into slippers, the hardwood is cold.

Most of her drawers are filled with clothes that Judy buys and she does not wear. She doesn’t want her pity presents.

She ignores those.

Hands reach into her other drawers and operate without her consent.

Give these to Rachel, they seem to say.

But…

They don’t listen to her as they grab her favorite pair of pajamas.

I wear those every night, she says back to them

They still do not stop as they hand the soft, worn articles of clothing to Rachel.

Imagine how they’ll look on her.

She concedes.

Rachel slips out of her dress. Quinn examines the nail polish chipping on her big toe.

She chances a look upwards, sucks in a breath. Her pupils dilate and she has to control her breathing at the sight of Rachel in her clothes, again.

They get back in bed. She turns off the light, flips onto her side, faces Rachel's back.

Silently begs her to turn around.

She turns around.

Her drapes are drawn, but they are not perfectly shut. Moonlight spills through.

Rachel's eyes reflect the silver light, cast it back at her own soul.

The moon- along with the rapidly fading buzz of alcohol- has stolen her earlier bravado.

She drums up what’s left of it, reaches out, links her fingers around Rachel's wrist.

Rachel looks at their joined skin before meeting her eyes.

Quinn’s voice is a suggestion of a whisper. “He shouldn’t have left you alone.”

Rachel presses her fingers over Quinn’s. Presses hard enough she can feel her pulse. It flutters.

“It was a party. He can do what he wants.”

She inches closer. “I wouldn’t have left you alone.”

Warm breath. Pause. The hum of thinking.

She opens her mouth, as if to speak - the words get caught.

Quinn raises her brows, encouraging her to go on.

She shakes her head.

Raised brows draw together.

She speaks without words.

Rachel leans in, presses her lips to Quinn's.

She hums in surprise. She kisses her back.

She makes a noise of pleasure and her face flushes at the sound. Rachel just kisses her harder.

Quinn rolls onto her back and Rachel swings her leg over the top of her stomach, running a finger over the exposed skin of her midriff.

She places her hands on either side of her head and deepens the kiss.

A few minutes, hours, days later, Rachel breaks the kiss and Quinn's skin goes cold with unrelenting missing.

Her voice warms her up. “Finn never kissed me like that.”

Quinn cranes her head upwards, brushes the barest hint of a kiss across her lips.

“Don’t say his name.”

Kisses her neck.

“I’m a much better boyfriend than him.”

Rachel giggles in what she chooses to interpret as agreement.

They kiss again, and then just hold each other, entwining their bodies tighter and tighter together until the silver light of the moon fades into the early gray-blue hue of dawn.

Rachel nuzzles her chin into the crook between her shoulder and neck. She can feel her breath tickling her skin.

Hands held tight as if in prayer and legs twisted together, listening to each other’s heartbeats and feeling the rise and fall of chests, they fall asleep.

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Quinn wakes before Rachel. She slowly separates their limbs - it’s like tearing part of her own body off.

She stretches, smiles at Rachel's sleeping form.

She clicks her tongue. appraise her own pajamas on Rachel.

Her clothes really do fit her well.

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faberry smau (part 1)

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Faberry Month Day 4!

Day 4: Heart Eyes

Rated: T

Relationship: Rachel Berry/Quinn Fabray

Words: 2110

Chapters: 1/1

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Faberry Month Day 3

Day 3: Drunk AU

rated: T

relationship: rachel berry/quinn fabray

words: 1316

chapters: 1/1

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Faberry Month Day 2

Day 2: coffee date

rated: T

relationship: rachel berry/quinn fabray

words: 2454

chapters: 1/1

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ugh my heart is still broken over the 20k word faberry oneshot i had in my drafts for like 5 months and every month i’d copy and paste it back into a new draft but then i forgot once and it all got deleted 😭

friendly reminder that AO3 deletes drafts after 30 days so you should:

check and make sure you’re not about to lose a fic and

maybe not write fic in your drafts? since you can lose it? forever? just saying

(this has been a callout post on myself but I figure it might help you too)

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Faberry Month Day 1!

Day 1: first kiss

rated: T

relationship: rachel berry/quinn fabray

words: 4611

chapters: 1/1

summary:

“and then she’s pressing her lips against Rachel’s and she doesn’t seem surprised, just hums happily and kisses her back, and it’s brief, just a moment in time, but it has altered her life forever and somehow she knows nothing will ever be the same.”

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The Muckraker

“if i heard it, it’s probably true or something”

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Quinn Fab…gay?

September 20th

By: Jacob Ben Israel

Well, well, well. Wait until you get a load of this!

Quinn Fabray, head cheerio and president of the celibacy club, has recently shared an exclusive quote with The Muckraker: “It’s true, I’m a lesbian. And it’s time to let everyone know!”

But that’s not even the best part!

Miss Fabray’s girlfriend? None other than her self-declared archnemesis, Rachel Berry!

More details inside

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she always wears two hair ties on her wrist-

one for herself,

and the other because once, in 9th grade, Coach Sylvester yelled at Brittany until she cried for forgetting one.

it wasn’t her fault,

but Santana swore she’d never let Brittany cry again.

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you say the whole world’s ending (honey it already did)

rated T, 5k words, oneshot

"Around them, it's like time both speeds up and slows down: slows down because she's pressed so close to Hope that it's like they're the only ones in the world, just the two of them, curved together like a vine wrapped around the trunk of a tree, weathering every storm in unison; but also speeds up because she realizes just how few moments they have left like this and suddenly she wants nothing more than to let go, leave the room, start walking down the hall without ever looking back because if she allows herself to have this moment then the world is allowed to end, and suddenly she's realizing that every warm gesture is only bringing them closer to their demise and she's only 17 and this isn't fair at all and she hasn't done even a quarter of the things she wanted to with her life."

or; Hosie End of the World AU

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i hate everything about you (why do i love you?)

rated T, 5k words, incomplete (2/?)

After landing in some... hot water over summer break, Josie Saltzman is forced to complete 100 hours of volunteer work to make up for it.

When the school gets a new student- Hope Mikaelson of the infamous Mikaelson family- Alaric thinks the best way she can cross off some of that time is by volunteering to help the new student settle in and assisting her in any way she needs.

The only problem? The two girls hate each other, at least they think they do, until feelings start to pile up, complicating things in ways neither could have ever imagined as they realize just how closely their pasts are intertwined.

Hosie enemies to lovers fic!