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dragonfirerogue-writes · 1 year

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Hey on your requests open Paige, all of those girls. Can do do an imagine where lets say you flinch during an argument with them or they hit you at some point. I'm curious how the characters would react to what they've done or if they react at all.

Only if your comfortable of course if fantasy violence makes you uncomfortable please ignore this request thank you!

Wednesday Addams

You were concerned about her safety when it came to investigating the hyde. There were already a couple close calls and it gave you anxiety. Enid was staying with Yoko so you had taken the chance to try and talk to Wednesday and see if she could be a little less reckless in her investigation.

No such luck.

The conversation turned into an argument. You were both pacing around each other. Wednesday whirls around to yell at you, eyes with murderous intent. You flinched. Hard.

The sudden movement made it seem like she was going to strike you despite not having moved her arms at all. The piercing glare shot through you the second you witnessed it. Your arms went up to protect your face and you immediately dropped into a ball.

A pause.

A breath.

You feel hands around your wrists trying to pull your arms away from your face. Your struggle before hearing soft shushes that calm you. You look and see Wednesday's apologetic face.

"I will kill whoever made you feel you need to hide from a loved one."

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Quinn Fabray

"Quinn, you need to get your shit together!"

You had been following Quinn down the school hall. You thought she was back to her usual self after her skank phase, but that wasn't true. Now she seems to be going further off the deep end.

"Quinn, stop ignoring me. You know this is wrong and running away isn't going to st-"

A slap interrupts you. One that echoes down the empty hall. The blonde had whirled around and struck your face out of sheer annoyance. Why couldn't anyone understand that she had to do these things to get her life back to the way it was. Back to when it was worth something to be her.

"Right..." You manage to get out. Your face stung, but your heart broke. "Fine. I guess you're gonna have to do what you need to, huh?"

Your eyes water but you refuse to let the tears fall. The image of Quinn begins to blur before you. Was holding onto her still worth it? She hadn't even said a word to you. Guess you weren't worth it for her.

"Get back to me when you wise up." You turn around and start to walk away. "Or not."

You miss the tears falling from hazel eyes.

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Jade West

It was normal to hear an argument involving one Jade West. But an argument with you left others baffled. Jade was being stubborn and it caused her foul mood to bleed out into the rest of her life. For today, the argument was meaningless. For some innocuous reason that looking back, you couldn't even remember.

You knew the mood that Jade must've been in when she suddenly branishes her scissors and whips them around, accidentally cutting your cheek. The sharp pain startles you and the blood trailing down your cheek catches Jade's attention.

"Y-you just..." You couldn't believe it. You were the only person she never threatened with her scissors. Even when she had them out, the point was always away from you. The only thought in your head was to get away. So you ran without a backwards glance.

Later on, you're in your room. The cut was cleaned and bandaged. Excuses were fabricated so your mother wouldn't worry. Your mood wasn't all that great though. The thought of possibly losing Jade and her relationship devastated you. But if she hated you enough to actually cut you, maybe it was time to part ways.

A knock drew your attention and it wasn't from your door. You look out your window and see a frazzled Jade there. Another insistent knock forces you out of your bed as you open the window.

"Jade? What are you doing here?"

Almost immediately, her hands are on your cheeks and she pulls you into a kiss. Gentle murmurs of apology spill out each time her lips leave you. When she sees the banged cut, she lays her lips on it, almost feather-light.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. It was an automatic response and you were closer than I thought and I was so surprised that I didn't say anything then a-"

You stop her with another kiss.

"You wanna stay and watch a movie?"

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Hermione Granger

There's a groan that fills the common room as Hermione makes her way in, followed by Ron and Harry chattering away. You had been lounging on the couch with a book hand. Now your attention was with the trio walking in.

"So how does that work? You just kick one ball into one goal? And you run? No brooms? That's bloody boring." You pipe up to interrupt Ron's ranting.

"I mean, it's entertaining when you don't have magic."

"Psssh. Everything is better with magic. I dunno how muggles do it." Hermione responds this time.

"Ingenuity and creativity. Magic isn't the solution to everything."

"Oh yeah? I doubt it."

You had been sneaking up behind Ron. Once he said those words, you had him in a headlock. When he tried to reach for his wand, Harry knocked it aside. His protests and your laughter filled the common room.

"Whatcha gonna do now, Weasley?" You taunt. When you look up, you see Hermione rolling up a piece of parchment.

"It's about time you stop bad mouthing Muggle things, Ron."

She winds up and goes for a swing. Right at that moment, Ron jerks his head out of your grasp and you end up with a hard thwack against your face. As Ron and Harry are laughing, Hermione is by your side, apologizing. She fills your cheek with so many kisses that you had to push her away with a giggle.

"I'm fine, love. You hit like a damn cricket player though. Ooof."

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Tifa Lockhart

Usually working at Seventh Heaven was a quiet affair. Just a bunch of hard workers coming in for an after work drink and a warm meal. It was never a hard thing for Tifa to handle, especially with you around to help.

However, today seemed to be a day for a whole gang to come into the bar and take up almost half of the bar floor. They were a rowdy bunch, constantly yelling and throwing things. More than a few glasses were broken and Tifa lamented the cost to replace them. At some point, someone slapped her ass and you saw red.

You vault over the bar and take hold of your fighting sticks. The first strike, however, was with your foot. Before anyone knew it, a full on brawl was happening. Somehow Biggs and Wedge got caught up in it. Jessie was egging everyone on. You and Tifa were back to back in the eye of the storm.

"Did you really have to start all this? You know the repairs are gonna be a lot."

"I know. But they disrespected you. I can't stand by and let that happen."

When a couple guys rush you, you whip them with your sticks, rapid fire strikes creating welts on their skin. You had your usual strategy of hitting and running, letting your stamina outdo your opponent's. One guy did manage to catch you though and hold you up. It didn't take long to get out of his grip, but the resulting fumble caused Tifa's ongoing kick to slam right into your side, sending you flying out of the bar.

You barely register the fact that Cloud and Barrett entered the bar to finish things as you slam against the ground. As the crowd disperses, you sit up with a groan. Before you could fall back again, a warm body is pressed against you, cradling you gently.

"Sorry... I usually am able to pull my strikes," Tifa apologies. You just shrug.

"To be fair, I deserve it for starting the fight."

#wednesday addams x reader #quinn fabray x reader #jade west x reader #hermione granger x reader #tifa lockhart x reader #wednesday x reader #glee imagine #victorious imagines #quinn fabray imagine #wednesday (netflix)#final fantasy 7 #a dragon tries to write #asks #requests

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qslovebot · 2 years

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She’s The Devil: Love Quinn (WLW)

REQ: I was wondering if I could request makeup smut with Love Quinn in which her and reader get into an argument maybe which ensues some fluff and smut as well. Have a good day!

Pairing: Dom!Love x Switch! AFAB! Reader

Warnings: mentions of cheating, unprotected wlw sex, oral sex, exhibitionism, possessive Love Quinn, tell me if I missed any!

"There's no way that I would ever think of being with anyone else, Love. She was coming onto me, I didn't flirt back, I didn't even enter a five-foot radius of her!" You pleaded to your wife, who was standing against the wall of your living room with fire in her eyes. Today one of your neighbours stopped by your work to flirt with you the same time Love came to drop off your lunch. She waited all day to express her anger after dropping your food on your desk and walking away.

"She touched you, though. It didn't look like you tried to move her away!" Love replied. She had that look on her face between rage and tears. You would never cheat, ever. You would never do anything to hurt Love and it pained you to see her here like this, thinking you would.

"I told you before, Love, I wouldn't betray you like that. She dropped by, I questioned it too. Me talking to her was me being polite. She came into MY work, not me into hers, she found me, I didn't seek her out."

Love took a deep breath. "You could have sent her away, you were working, after all. I would think maybe at your age, you'd know flirting when you see it and you would shut it down because you and I are married!" She countered angrily, a snarl in her lip. "Seriously, you want me to believe that you weren't thinking about fucking her while she stood there toying with her top button? You expect me to think that you just let her stand there in her short skirt because you were being polite?"

"Love, I-"

"No! Tell me, were you thinking about fucking her? Were you thinking about her fucking you?" She advanced on you, finger pointed accusingly.

"NO!" You shouted back. "Never in all my time being with you have I ever thought about anyone else that way! I wasn't thinking about fucking her, I would never think about fucking some random neighbourhood skank who doesn't understand boundaries. It's you, it's always been you, and will continue to be you until I take my last fucking breath!" There was a moment of silence and burning eye contact between you and your wife before simultaneously you crashed into each other in a mess of hands and lips.

Nobody else but Love would ever get to do this. Nobody could yell at you so harshly and kiss you so perfectly after. She yelled out of love and she kissed out of lust and the mixture of ice and fire was enough to make you melt in her grasp.

She pulled your shirt over your head with ease, due to much practice. She was still jealous, it hadn’t just gone away. Love needed to prove to herself and to you, that you were hers and not the neighbours‘. Her hand cupped your breast through your bra as her kisses trailed your jaw. You sighed a pleasure-filled sigh and threw your head back as she massaged and kissed you.

She took off her own shirt and with that, pulled you down onto the carpet in the center of the living room which was in perfect sight to the neighbours. The neighbour.

Her legs tangled with yours as she lay on her side, kissing you. She rolled you onto your back and climbed over you again, pulling your lower lip with her teeth gently. It was intoxicating. Love was extremely drunk on the idea of the skank neighbour looking out her window to see Love kissing down your chest, taking your bra off and kissing your bare tits. Love wanted that skank neighbour to see who you really belonged to. Who you moaned for. Who you married.

Love undid the button of your skirt and you shimmied it down your legs until it was off. You were wet, so wet, and Love knew it. ”You… are… mine,“ Love said with possession in her voice. You were practically squirming under her touch.

“Mhm,” you agreed. Love looked at you with fire in her eyes, eyelashes fluttering.

“Say yes,” Love ordered you. She needed to hear it. You were more than glad to say it.

You swallowed, “Yes-“ You’d hardly said it and Love already had her tongue on your clit. The chef, the baker, was tasting you and the best part was, she loved it. “Fuck! Love-“

Love knew exactly what to do to drive you crazy. Her tongue was quick and clever and the woman was small, but her power was great. You were almost screaming her name at this point, your back arching like a cat. Love wanted the neighbours to hear. She wanted to get that message out that you were for her and her ONLY.

And she stopped right before your climax. You almost screamed. “Who do you belong to?“ she ordered her reassurance.

“You,“ you mumbled, out of breath. “Fuck me,” you begged. “Please.”

You were naked on the living room floor. You were soaked and writhing and recovering from the letdown you were just given. Your chest heaved. “Fuck me, Love.”

She smiled a little. It was evil and devious. She kissed you again, hungrily. You undid her pants, she removed them. She rid herself of all her clothing she had on and wished that the neighbours watched her fuck you senseless. Your fingers ran over her soft skin while she kissed you, lips only parting as she lifted her leg over yours, finding herself sideways over you.

The moment you connected, you let out a small sound. Love bit her lip, grinning mischievously at all of this. How she had you under her, writhing. Then she began to move slowly, rocking her hips at the same time you did.

This was not a new connection she created, but every time felt better than before. Love learned quickly the first time you’d had sex that you liked when she had the power. You liked it when she fucked you.

Her vagina was perfect, too. The way she ground against you with the perfect friction, the perfect feeling. You wanted to grab onto something but the carpet was too tightly knit. Love rocked, Love moaned and Love squeezed your thigh as she kept herself braced.

The way her waist moved while she pushed against your core was so perfect, so rhythmic. The roll of her middle, like snake-like, but more like an angel. Devil in disguise, she was. Screaming, yelling, one moment and having you screaming and yelling her name as she practically fucked you mindless.

You’d tuned the sound out due to the pure chase of a climactic high, but you came back to reality shortly as you realized you were close. Love was breathing heavily, letting out small ‘mmm’s and you, you were loud. “Fuuuuuck, god please!” You exclaimed, nearing your peak. Love sped up her grinding and squeezing and a white hot sweat hit you. She moaned, feeling it too.

“I am… the only one… who makes you feel… like this,” Love breathed over you. You let out a loud gasp as her thumb found your clit, dually pushing herself against you and rubbing circles over it.

“Love!” You exclaimed, partly choked out through the sounds of your absolute pleasure. You’d give her more if you could reach her. You’d give her anything in this moment. You’d sign your soul over to her if she asked, though the marriage contract was mostly that. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You whispered. You were about to come undone.

Love, gorgeous as she was, threw her head back and as she removed her hand from your clit, she let her rocking movements become larger, longer, slower, and it was nearly torture, but the way she lined up with you was perfect and now she hit every spot. “If you look… at her that way… ever… again. I will kill you.” She said, biting her lip. You could tell she was close, she only but her lip at this point.

You moved your own hips against hers, watching the way she moved, still chasing your own high. “Never,” you whispered. “I will never.”

“Louder,” Love demanded. “I want to hear… you. I want everyone… to hear you.” She breathed out hard and moaned loudly. “Let everyone know… you’re mine to… use. To fuck.”

The words were nearly enough to finish you off. A few more thrusts against your simultaneously moving hips, and everything exploded. “Fuck! Love, I-“ you moaned probably the loudest you’d ever had, as you’d always been cautious of the neighbours. You fell right over the edge of your orgasm and the screams just loudened. Her name, your sounds, and the background noise of heavy breathing.

Love came a few seconds later, digging her nails into your thigh. The friction of your cores together slowed and lessened. You lay on your back, chest heaving and Love climbed off of you, back to between your legs. “No, please,” you said, but you didn’t mean it as her tongue pressed into you, licking up the wet that had filled you moments ago. It was almost a tease the way she kitten-licked. You hummed a moan until she came up and wiped her mouth.

Here you were, sweaty, naked, and wet on your back in the centre of the living room carpet. “Could she do that?” Love asked, gesturing toward the other house.

Still far gone, you shook your head. “Not in a million years.” You said shakily. Love smirked and leaned over you to kiss you. You could taste yourself. She really was the devil. Such anger into such lust was truly sinful but you loved every second of it.

There was a knock on the door. You snapped out of your trance. Love stood up, naked but currently pulling her big sweater over her head. You two shared a look, you still breathlessly on the floor as she walked toward the door. You stood up and walked yourself to the bathroom where you turned on the water for a shower whilst your wife who just fucked you, so casually answered the door.

It only took a minute. You just got into the shower and washed up and Love opened the door to the bathroom.

“Everything alright?” You asked as she entered the already foggy bathroom.

“Yes,” she answered. There was the sound of fabric hitting the tiled floor and the shower curtain opened to reveal Love in her purest form once again. She stepped right into the shower, smirking as her arms snaked around your bare waist. You kissed her, the taste of yourself still there, but this kiss was as warm as the shower water. Love smiled again, “It was the police, who received a noise complaint.” Her smile was evil. Evil but in the best way.

#lovequinn #love quinn smut #you #you netflix #dom love Quinn #possessive love quinn #wlw #smut #love Quinn x reader #requests open

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klaineccfanficlibrary · 10 months

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Here's a bingo card full of great Klaine fics:

Debut: Days by AllyThePotato

Page Turner: Come Alive by delires

Need Tissues: Stick Season by Blurglesmurfklaine

Unusual Occupation: Witch Wanted by RockItMan

Wild Card: Running in Circles, Coming up Tails by izwordsoup

Summer: Swing, Swing by quizasvivamos

Challenge: Ebb and Flow by maanorchidee

Laugh: these inconvenient fireworks by redheadgleek

Trope I don't normally read: Out of Eden (and the whole 'verse) by wowbright

Thanks for your Bingo card! HERE is the collection (125 fics and counting!) and here is the info for the 2023 Klaine Bingo! ~Lynne

1) Days by AllyThePotato

Blaine lives in San Fransisco, Kurt lives in Lima. They've never met in person, but befriend one another and talk over the phone. They make plans to live in NYC together, but will everything go as planned?

2) Come Alive by delires

1960s NYC: Newly-wed junior advertising exec Blaine Anderson finds a missing piece to his puzzle in the back room of a Manhattan bar. Mad Men era AU.

3) Stick Season by @blurglesmurfklaine

After Finn dies, Kurt leaves everything he knows behind without a trace. His hometown, his family, his boyfriend. When his dad has a medical scare, he returns to Lima, one year after breaking Blaine’s heart with no explanation.

4) Witch Wanted by @rockitmans

Blaine is cursed to not touch anyone, Kurt is the grumpy neighborhood witch. They each have something the other other needs (the thing is love)

5) Running in Circles, Coming up Tails by izwordsoup

Kurt and Adam are married with a seven-year-old daughter, Ellie. "Happily married" is another question. Ellie takes piano lessons from none other than Blaine Anderson, who also happens to be a good friend of Kurt's since college. What happens to them when Adam goes to England to star in a West End musical, leaving Kurt and Ellie in New York? What happens when Blaine becomes a more frequently-seen figure in Kurt and Ellie's lives due to Ellie's piano schedule?

6) Swing Swing by quizasvivamos

The Skanks, Kurt and Quinn, are a thing. Blaine, a bit of a bad boy, is dating that goth girl, Tina. The four best friends are fully immersed in the Emo/Scene subculture, the kids everyone at school calls emo or just plain freaks. As close-knit as a friend group can get, the couples share a lot in common: their love of choir and band, tastes in music and art, partying, going to shows and concerts, getting wasted, and—oh, yeah—each other's partners. They swap sometimes. Because it's cool, and it's hot. Besides, it's just for fun. Then, in the summer before their senior year, they take a life-altering road trip to Cleveland for Warped Tour 2005.

7) Ebb & Flow by maanorchidee

Blaine Anderson is yet another anonymous New Yorker who's trying to get a job in the entertainment industry. His days are filled with auditions, bleak subway rides, piano lessons, and complaining about his annoying next-door-neighbour. But Blaine has a secret that he cannot share with his other friends: he dreams of playing competitive Splatoon 2. He already has a hard time justifying this music degree, so he doesn't need to add an interest in eSports to that. That's why the only person who knows about this, is yet another stranger on the internet named Kurt. The two met in an LGBT Splatoon 2 Discord and became fast friends. Little do they know that they also know each other offline.

8) These Inconvenient Fireworks by redheadgleek

After an unexpected Tony award, Kurt Hummel is Broadway's hottest up and coming star, which comes with expectations and some admirers that won't take a hint. When his best friend Elliott Gilbert suggests that they pretend to date to get the leeches to back off, Kurt takes him up on the idea. It's all working out great - until Kurt starts to fall hard for the dark-haired music director of his latest musical.

9) Out of Eden by @wowbright

As a gay Mormon, Kurt Hummel has decided to go the rest of his life without falling in love. But toward the end of his two years as a missionary in Germany, Elder Anderson moves into his apartment—and Kurt's best-laid plans fall apart.

#2023 Klaine Bingo #Klaine fanfic #klaine fanfiction #glee fanfiction

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special-bc-ur-part-of-it · 10 months

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Preview: setting fire to our insides for fun

a three-part skank!fic series, by me

well hi hello, happy wip wednesday, it's been a hot minute, but I finally have some fic that's not just drabbles to share!

so, I give you a three-part skank!fic series. because I love skank!fic. and I've been trying to write the main multi-chapter fic of this for somewhere around a year, but the pieces didn't want to fall into place until much more recently. anyway, I'll give you some info about the contents of this series:

no sweet dream (but a hell of a nightmare)

a (roughly) 1,250 one shot, from Quinn Fabray's perspective, exploring how and why Quinn, and in this series, Kurt too, become skanks.

Summary: Quinn was tired of Lima and the face she'd put on for years. Kurt felt the same. It only made sense for them to reinvent themselves.

physical fatality

(roughly) 5,500 words; Kurtbastian; what primarily happens during Kurt’s smoky, sexy, skanky summer

Summary: A mid-summer house party led Kurt into a summer fling filled with fire: desire and anger, equally. But fire meant that someone could get burned.

knife with your heart up your sleeve

as of time of writing this, still a work-in-progress multi-chapter; Klaine

Summary: Kurt just wanted to finish senior year unbothered and get the hell out of Lima. What he didn’t need was to get attached to someone new. And then Blaine Anderson walked into his life.

and finally, I give you my carefully-curated spotify playlist I made for this series to listen to while writing and also to get the right vibes for the series. series and fic titles are all lyrics from songs on this playlist

here it is, if you want to listen to it

and I think that's all for now! I'll probably talk more about this whole series later once I start posting it (posting date unsure, stay tuned!), but don't be afraid to come ask me stuff if you're curious already by any chance.

#iz's writing #glee fanfiction #klaine fanfiction #kurtbastian fanfiction #quinn fabray #kurt hummel #glee fanfic #klaine fanfic #kurtbastian fanfic #fic preview #skanks my beloved #well now y'all know what you're getting with this series #sftoiff series

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marley-bean · 2 years

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#skank!quinn #skank!quinn my beloved #we needed a whole season of skank!quinn #i love skank!quinn #we needed more skank!quinn #quinn fabray #quinn fabray my beloved #glee #glee season 3

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daisyishedwig · 6 months

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im tired and angry, but somebody should be PART 2 is now on AO3

i'm tired and angry, but somebody should be (5288 words) by Daisyishedwig Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Glee Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Sebastian Smythe Characters: Blaine Anderson, Sebastian Smythe, Quinn Fabray Additional Tags: Skank Blaine Anderson, Sebastian Smythe Goes to William McKinley High School Series: Part 1 of i fear that they already got all the best parts of me Summary: Quinn grinned. “Well there’s an idea.” Sebastian did not like the mischievous look in her eye. She looked like the cat who’d caught the canary. “What?” Sebastian griped. “Suck Anderson’s dick,” she said with a shrug. “I’m sure our fearless leader would love to let you in if you show him how willing you are to get on your knees.”

This felt more like simply a part 2 than its own stand-alone part of the story, so I decided to make it a second chapter, I hope you enjoy!

#seblaine #sebastian smythe #blaine anderson #daisyishedwig writes #finn hundson

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wonderkat11 · 6 months

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My ideas for Just Dance 2 Animal AU

It’s Raining Men/Lari = Turtle.

TikTok/Kayla = Shiba Inu.

A-Punk/Thomas & Mia = Dog & Cat.

I Got You (I Feel Good)/Benjamin = Kermode Bear.

When I Grow Up/Lady = Flamingo.

Toxic/Ivy = Siamese.

Idealistic/Neona = Bat.

Girlfriend/Amy & Matilda = Fox & Rabbit.

S.O.S./Anzia = Coyote.

Dagomba = Asiatic Golden Cat.

Move Your Feet/Charlie = Iguana.

Proud Mary/Mary = Ostrich.

Hot Stuff/Nelly & Benny = Apes.

Big Girl (You Are Beautiful)/Laura = Hippopotamus.

I Want You Back/Thor = Quagga.

Iko Iko/Arizona = Crocodile.

Katti Kalandal/Veena & Manjul = Elephants.

Holiday/Goldie = Hyena.

Call Me/Samara = Labrador.

Sway (Quién Será)/Arista & Quinn = Swans.

Satisfaction/Isaac = Leopard.

Hey Ya!/Moses = Monkey.

Mugsy Baloney/Nia & Callum = Gazelle & Dolphin.

Baby Girl/Matthew (Matt) = Owl.

Jungle Boogie/Harry = Cheetah.

Crazy in Love/Anjia = Poodle.

Soul Bossa Nove/Aleena & Sam = Parrot & Red Wolf.

D.A.N.C.E./Lime = Toucan.

Sympathy for the Devil/Auli'i = Devon Rex.

Rasputin/Boris = Bull.

Jump in the Line/Caroline & Alexa = Giraffe & Arctic Fox.

Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go/Eric = Gazelle.

Walk Like an Egyptian/Rula = Camel.

The Power/Khalid = Otter.

Jump/Momoe & Graham = Gray Foxes.

Monster Mash/Frank = Elk.

Take Me Out/Pyra = Octopus.

That's Not My Name/Jane = Rabbit.

The Shoop Shoop Song/Marie & Svetlanta = Gazelle & Coyote.

Cosmic Girl/Mariana = Panda.

Body Movin'/Juliana = Venom Snake.

Viva Las Vegas/Sebastian = Crab.

Alright/Amanda & Dan = Siamese & Monk Parakeet.

Rockafeller Skank/Kevin (Or you can call him DJ DNC3) = Skunk.

Should I Stay or Should I Go?/Rob = Red Wolf.

Funkytown/Oob = Darwin Frog.

Jai Ho! (You are my Destiny)/Kammi = Indian Leopard.

Firework/Icy = Fox.

Pon de Replay/Yui = Hyena.

Barbie Girl/Diva & Rex = Swam & Wolf.

Pump Up the Volume/Mikey = Hedgehog.

Maniac/Isabella = Flamingo.

Born to be Wild/Wolf = Wolf.

Professor Pumplestickle/Zeka & Pumplehead = Coyote & Frog.

Crying Blood/Miranda = Dalmation.

Down by the Riverside/Jennifer = Dove.

Fuetbol Crazy/Alice = Savannah.

Kung fu Fighting/Master Mantis & Dawn = Goat & Tiger.

Mambo No. 5 (A Little Bit of Monika)/Steve & Elsa = Bear & .

Nine in the Afternoon/Mona & Jake = Cat & Dog.

It’s not Unusual/William = Pug.

Chicken Payback/Louis = Jersey Giant Chicken.

Crazy Christmas/Santa = Reindeer.

Skin to Skin/Perry = Parrot.

You Can’t Hurry Love/Gigi & Lily = Dolphins.

Why oh Why?/Michelle and Howard = Bear & Red Robin Bird.

American Boy/Taio & Julia = Owl & Jaybird.

Come on, Eileen/Soraya & Lucky = Fawn & Mouse.

Song 2/Zack, Bianca, & Josh = Deer, Penguin, & Arctic Wolf.

Spice Up Your Life/Jazzy & Pink = Peacock & Squirrel.

Here Comes the Hotstepper/Shaun = Rabbid.

Movin' on Up/Mindy = Snake.

#just dance #just dance 2 #ideas #animal au #animal au ideas

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tuiyla · 2 years

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I do think a lot of what is considered Faberry queerbaiting was, in actuality, just super clumsy love triangle writing. The Glee writers were always in this weird space with Quinn, where they both only cared about her as a Finchel roadblock, but also didn't want anyone to really be concerned about her as an actual threat. So they'd throw in these Fuinn crumbs, that just frankly never landed, because they never actually wanted them to have any impact. I fully believe in S3, we're meant to think Quinn is conflicted over the Faberry marriage because of FINN. But absolutely no one but the writers bought it. And I'm including Dianna and Lea as skeptics here. Because by then they had two and a half seasons of playing scenes where Fuinn was never given a real chance and they were repeatedly pushing that Finchel were soulmates. S2 prom? That's about Finchel, it's about Rachel's pain and selflessness...from helping Finn with the corsage to brushing off the slap and comforting Quinn. A lot of Faberry scenes are much more about propping up Rachel than they are Faberry as a relationship, imo. S3 Skanks scene, the writers thinking Rachel is the voice of reason in talking Quinn down from turning in Shelby, etc. And on Quinn's side? Her giving Rachel prom queen is her mea culpa for being an EVIL, TREACHEROUS Finchel saboteur, both in regards to their wedding and almost ruining their prom night.

Anyway, did it work? Not really. And I'd say it's 75% because the writers hated/feared Fuinn too much to even half-ass sell it, 5% legit queerbaiting, and 20% because Dianna took matters into her own hands. Bless.

I think you're right on the money.

So true about Fuinn because I just don't buy that anyone actually shipped them. Precisely because so little thought was put into it, they were so bad for each other from the beginning and a parallel to the Will-Terri marriage. You could argue that they try to turn Fuinn into more of a threat and "genuine" thing in season 2 but it starts off by cheating (on Sam) and then it largely feels insincere and like it's under constant threat from Rachel. I never bought that they had feelings for each other. Quinn more obviously so didn't but do you really think Finn loved this girl and hesitated whether to be with her or Rachel? No! He just thought she was hot.

And you're so right that this is why the love triangle stuff doesn't work and it just makes moments that are supposed to be about Fuinn/Finchel seem fruity between Faberry. Rachel telling Finn what to give Quinn was, in the writers' mind I'm sure, a gesture towards Finn and them saying Rachel loves him so much she'd break her own heart by giving him good advice. But of course we consider just how exactly Rachel knew what went with the colour of Quinn's eyes, etc. And I appreciate that despite moments of rivalry the Faberry relationship had this air of wanting the best for each other from very early on, despite the writers' best efforts at centering Finn in all this.

As always, they wanted to have their cake and eat it. But you can't dangle Quinn as a legit threat while developing Faberry a lot more than Fuinn. And, romantic aspects aside, I think it's hard to deny that Faberry was overall a much more engaging and well-developed dynamic. I do disagree on the topic of the wedding partly because of this, because I think by season 3 the writers gave up on Fuinn and instead legit wanted Quinn opposing the wedding to off as a her caring for Rachel thing. Which it did, though I don't think they intended for it to come off as fruity as well.

I see your point about Faberry scenes being about propping up Rachel and to a degree I agree. I think it's about showing how forgiving and gracious Rachel is, but it comes across as genuine to me and I love that about her, plus I think it was well acted enough, at least, for their concern about each other to be mutual. Faberry scenes land (and land with those looking for shipping material) because there's much more of a genuine emotion behind them than Fuinn ever had. Rachel has always been highly forgiving towards Quinn and in return Quinn quickly learned to care for her and urge her towards a larger destiny, which also happened to be away from Finn. That doesn't mean a romantic interpretation between the two of them was intended but it certainly was capitalized on in terms of advertising. Don't tell me that notorious twitter troll Ryan Murphy wasn't aware of Faberry's popularity in the year of our lord 2011. So despite my earlier post on the topic of queerbaiting, I do agree that 5% of it legit was exactly that.

It's so funny that yeah, ultimately it didn't work. A lot of things they intend with Quinn in particular didn't work. But after a point the writers really don't have anyone to blame but themselves because you can't have someone go through what Quinn did and not elicit sympathy. And you can't half-ass Fuinn the way they did and then do all those Faberry scenes and not expect people to be more invested in the latter. So many funny things about this complicated world of the Fuinnchel triangle.

#you're so right that they messed up with fuinn first and foremost #so right anon very big brained #that's their doom the underdeveloped relationships #glee asks #anon #faberry asks #fuinnchel #fuinn #faberry #finchel #kinda not really it's not about them

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Not sure if you are taking prompts but I saw your reblog so I am shooting my shot. Quinntana for kissing prompt 4 or 5 please :D

I am today! Trying to break out of a writing slump, so thank you for your help 😊 I don’t love number five for them so let’s go with four…

The wedding isn’t their first kiss.

It stands to reason that it wouldn’t be, given Quinn is easily one of the most attractive people Santana’s ever laid eyes on outside of her own reflection. If Santana were being totally honest with herself, she probably wouldn’t have minded if Quinn was her first real kiss. Period. But, you know, some lesbians take years to realise they aren’t straight, and with Quinn being a diehard Christian too, they were pretty much hanging out in opposite closets for a few years there. Besides, Brittany transferred to McKinley pretty early on in sophomore year and- Well, everyone knows that side of the story. She doesn’t have any regrets.

So, they don’t kiss at any parties in freshman year because Quinn’s too religious to drink and too straight to experiment sober. Then sophomore year Quinn stops partying altogether because she gets pregnant - also a very straight move. Junior year she knifes Santana in the back on day one, so even if Santana weren’t totally hung up on Brittany by then, the odds of getting her mack on with Quinn were decidedly low. Maybe if she’d been single in senior year, and skank Quinn knew how to shower… but she wasn’t, and Quinn didn’t, so that was that. The bottom line is, they didn’t kiss in high school. No matter whether Santana thought about it or not.

But they do kiss before the wedding, and it’s all Rachel Berry’s fault.

See, they were supposed to just be in New York to shop. Kurt calling while they were there was a total coincidence, but both Quinn and Santana figured if they were ever gonna redeem themselves for years of tormenting Rachel, making a concerted effort to stop her from getting naked in front of some weirdo film geek’s camera would be a good start. And hey, if it didn’t work, at least they’d get a funny story out of it.

The problem is that absence really does make the heart grow fonder, and neither of them remember quite how f*cking annoying Rachel can be until they’re already halfway through dinner. It’s the longest three hours of Santana’s life.

“Was she always that exhausting?”

Quinn slumps down on the king bed in their hotel room, sighing into the pillow. It’s a lavish suite, paid for courtesy of Mrs Fabray and her neverending guilt over having kicked Quinn out that one time. Unfortunately, her guilt doesn’t quite stretch to covering two beds, but it sure as hell still beats some crappy old couch in Bushwick.

“Yes,” Santana tosses her jacket aside, heading straight for the mini bar, “You just couldn’t look past your Berry-boner long enough to see it.”

“That’s disgusting” Quinn rolls her eyes, reaching for the first drink Santana offers. “And completely untrue.”

“Sure it is.”

It’s not long at all before they’re both totally hammered, and it takes even less time for them to start reminiscing.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Quinn raises a finger to Santana’s lips, effectively shushing her. “Mike Chang? How did I not know this?!”

They’re sitting cross-legged on the bed, surrounded by countless empty cans and bottles. Quinn’s other hand has been resting idly on Santana’s thigh for a while now, but she hasn’t said anything. She’s not sure why.

“It’s no big deal,” Santana chuckles, pouring them both another glass of cheap red. “It was him or Puckerman. Mike’s lips looked softer.”

They are, of course, discussing their first kiss.

Quinn pauses, lips teasing the rim of her glass. “Mine was Tina.”

“Tina?” Santana chokes on her drink, “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“It was an accident,” Quinn shrugs.

And, in all her bewilderment over the when and the where, Santana only gets so far as to ask, “How do you kiss a girl by accid-” before she’s accidentally throwing what’s left of her wine all over them both.

“Shit,” she leans forward, rubbing frantically at the rapidly forming stain on Quinn’s new designer dress. That thing nearly cost her an organ.

“Stop,” Quinn catches her arm, “There’s no point.”

But Santana persists, swaying unsteadily as she works to remove the damage done with little more than her bare hands, and sheer force of will. She shakes Quinn off in a huff, “Sit still.”

So caught up in the mess is she, that Santana barely registers how close they are until she feels a puff of Quinn’s breath hit her cheek. It strikes Santana like a splash of cold water, and she falters in surprise, shuffling back on the bed into safer space.

The problem is that they really are drunk, and there’s nothing graceful about Santana’s movements whatsoever anymore. She stumbles back, only to have her ass land firmly on her empty glass of all places. It’s a comedy of errors that follows, Santana’s body flying all over the place in what can only be described as a dizzying blur, until she ultimately finds her mouth falling forward to land on Quinn’s waiting lips.

Seriously, it sounds ridiculous, but that’s exactly what happened.

“Ah,” Santana topples back again, heat rising to her cheeks. “Sorry, I-”

But Quinn doesn’t give her a chance to explain. She’s already lunging forward, hand closing around the back of Santana’s neck to reel her in, and connecting their lips once more in a searing kiss.

Perhaps in spite of herself- No, definitely in spite of herself, Santana is the first to pull back. Breathless, and gasping for air.

“So,” a wary smirk teases at the corner her lips, “That’s how you accidentally kiss a girl.”

Quinn’s eyes darken, voice thick, as she lifts a hand to trace the smug outline of Santana’s mouth with her thumb. “Who said this time was an accident?”

The wedding isn’t even close to their first kiss.

With any luck, it won’t be their last either.

#anon #writing things #quinntana #santana lopez #quinn fabray

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