Fics Will Fix It
Faberry started off as the “crackship”. Everyone laughed at the delusional Faberry fans. Then, iirc, it started to really grow in season 2 especially with the piano scene in “Original Song”. Its picked up a lot from there imo. But its hard to say since I’ve shipped them since “Throwdown”. Also, everyone reads different styles, but you’ll find Faberry fanfics are mainly AU as it isn’t *technically* canon on the show. Most are either loosely based around scenes from the show, future fics or completely AU. Very small group of personal faves of mine are: Should Have Asked for Directions (pretty AU), Beautiful When You Don’t Try, Undeniable, I’ll Be, Just Off The Key of Reason (completely AU) and anything by PoetzProblem. None of those are smut, but do include mature scenes so skip if its not your thing. Hope I’ve helped. :)So I’ve only been part of the Glee fandom (I’m also new to tumblr, too, so HI EVERYONE) since March (I didn’t own a TV for two years!) …and I’m a perfectionist and can’t stand that I’ve missed out on so much. Can someone give me a rundown of what I’ve missed? Particularly: (and I bold the stuff I…
While those are certainly some of the most popular and well known fics in our fandom, there are actually others that should be given a chance. Things that any true Faberian has at least glanced at.
Almost all of our fics are introspective, quirky, and beautiful. Some are dark and psychological, and very well written on top of that, but I can’t really comment on those myself. A normal Faberry fic is angsty enough for me without looking for more hurtful things.
We have small fics like Inscription, which is short and for the most part sweet.
We have larger fics like It’s Not Like I Wanted This to Happen, which is actually AU but is based off a fairly similar universe to Glee. The dynamic between Faberry and Brittana is of note in this fic. (Something not uncommon in Faberry or Brittana fics, since the two fandoms are basically sister ships, so no real surprise there.) This is one of those stories you have to read more than once to really understand the whole thing, but to say anything specific about it spoils the reader. And there are many fics even larger than this.
There are fics with almost cult-classic status among us like You Hit Like A Girl. Do yourself a favor and ignore the summary, as it’s only made to tease you. If nothing else, it will certainly be one of the most-interesting Faberry stories you’ll ever read. It’s also something of a rarity in that the story is Rachel-centric, whereas most Faberry fics are from Quinn’s point of view.
We have many a notable author, and to name all the noteworthy ones would take all night. Too many to name that have iconic fics under their belts. Some general Faberry reading can be found from authors like cupcakesandlovefests and FerryBerry.
If you’ve been following the show recently, a great author to follow would be Possibilist, who writes beautiful and engaging short stories. You’ll find it hard to ignore or dislike any of their stories.
Pairing: Faberry
Kinks: Marking, roughish, slight animal play
Request: Quinn growls during sex, Rachel makes a joke about her being the Lion!Quinn and then Quinn playfully acts like a lion when they have sex, like nipping, scratching, and growling.
Bonus: Quinn tries to roar.
AN: Made for a request at the GKM, not beta’dRachel giggled as Quinn nipped playfully at her neck, hands tickling her sides as they ran down her bare torso. “Mmm, Q-quinn that tickles.” She pushed on her shoulders and squrimed, “Q-quinn,” when their was no signs of stopping Rachel smirked and tried something new. Raching up her grabbed Quinn’s soft hair and pulled, chuckling as Quinn growled at her. Rachel chuckled because it sounded like a roar, “My lion Quinn, need to stop tickling me.” she kissed her nose and watched as a predatory gleam twinkled in Quinn’s eyes. “Q-quinn?”
“Okay think of it this way, Finn. Have you ever liked two girls at the same time?”
“Have you not listened to any of our high school stories?” Kurt asked. Sebastian waved him off impatiently.
“Sure,” Finn said. “Kurt’s right about the high school thing.”
“Okay, now imagine that both of them…
(Source: glee-kink-meme.livejournal.com, via gaytears)
“We’re about to have a smackdown…” You want to roll your eyes because, great, now you sound like Santana, and that’s never a good route to go down. Did she just roll her eyes? Oh you just want to wring her perfectly sculpted neck (wait, what Fabray?). You reach out and grab her arm. That’s another two things that you hate about Rachel you can add to the ever growing list of things to hate. You hate that your hand tingles from where you touched her supple skin, you try to convince yourself because it’s been a while since you’ve actually made contact with another human being. You hate the way that she makes you regret things; that she can bring you to your knees. The way with just one look you want to sob at her feet and beg for forgiveness, because you know she’ll hold you, when no one else would be willing to. And then she looks up at you with those god -gosh- darn puppy dog eyes and all the fight and bite just falls away from you.
“I don’t hate you.” Is it possible to feel any smaller?
You hate that about Rachel, her ability to forgive. “Why I’ve been awful to you.” The words ring deafeningly in your head, you have, you’ve been everything you hate. You’ve become your father…
The next day, whilst you’re sitting in your familial (ha, what a joke.) living space watching your father futilely try to balance a tumbler of scotch on the arm of the couch. The heading on the back page of the paper he’s reading catches your eye, in bold letters; Loathing is often mistaken for loving.
You cry yourself to sleep that night, and not because the small cuts from where the shard of glass of the scotch glass had embedded itself into your back earlier that night still sting (did you sweep under the piano?).
No, it’s because you positively loathe Rachel Berry.
(via goneawayawhile)
(Source: xperfectlyinsanex)
if i were a celebrity i would track my tag on tumblr.
i would learn which blogs fangirled me the hardest.
i would go anon and request graphics of myself.
i would have a low-key blog without my name on it and reblog gifs of myself critiquing my every move
i would troll the fuck out of everyone.
(via groundchele)
(Source: lionquinn, via groundchele)
I probably shouldn’t bring up this story.
I also shouldn’t bring up how when I was younger I was crushing so badly on her in this movie.
That’s something I don’t even tell my closest friends.
(Source: morrisoutswagsyou, via groundchele)
I couldn’t stop laughing at that “Quinn you are not to stick anything in her” post so I went and hunted down the source
The South Side of Anywhere (chapter 28):
But her mother seemed to have let go of the idea anyway, “I suppose it’s okay for you two to share a…
(via groundchele)
I’m not sure, but I think the writer wanted to kill all Faberry shippers with this poignant little fic.
Oh my god.
WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS
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Read it, but don’t read, but aghakshfjdkfl
Quinn is bouncing her leg anxiously as the train pulls into the station at an agonizingly slow pace. She was fine on the two hour trip there, but the last five minutes were torture. She’s finally here, in New Haven, for the first time since the spring. She can see it right outside the window.
When the train finally comes to a stop, she’s the first one out of her seat and waiting to be let off. She grabs her bag and rushes through the station.
Title: The Art of Believing
Author: Anonymous
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Rating: M
Spoiler: Pre-Saturday Night Glee-ver
Word Count: About 10,000
Teaser: Santana is horrified to discover the pitfalls of fame when being stalked by fangirls at a high profile cheerleading…
So like ehekic talked me into writing this, based on this. Blame the University of Louisville.
“Hey, Santana?”
Santana looks up from Brittany’s bed, where she is (grudgingly) petting Lord Tubbington’s stomach — the damn cat is lying supine next to her, his paws splayed out like the Vitruvian man, and his stomach fur is actually really soft and downy, okay? “Yeah, Britt?”
“I think you wanna come look at this,” Brittany says, beckoning for Santana to join her at the desk, where Brittany has her computer open. When Santana approaches, Brittany reaches for her and pulls Santana into her lap. “Watch.”
The picture sits in her locker for most of the day before Brittany notices it, and then she stands next to Santana silently with narrowed eyes, forehead drawn into a little bit of a frown.
She sighs loudly as Santana slams the door, and Santana pretends not to notice.
