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lovenhlboys · 3 years

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From a Distance (E.Pettersson x Reader)

Chapter 5

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A/N: I have finally graduated!! now I have time so I can work on this until its finished, and trust me, it won't take too long, I'll release the other chapters on a faster, more regular basis since I don't have much else to do, and cause I've had the plan and ideas for the rest of this story for so long. I thank you for your patience with me and I hope y'all love it!! And as always Ash is my savior and I love her @imagines-r-s

change in POV is signalized by:

Y/N= regular ELIAS= italics

(any other info is on the masterlist)

Warnings: cursing, Mentions of Psych, baby & baby talk, loving of dogs, goalie being essentially psychic

Words: 3.3k

Summary: some reflecting on prior events happens.

Well, it has been quite the day for you. You never would have thought anything like this could have happened. “Freaking out” isn’t strong enough to describe your current state. You need to talk to someone, god you’re so happy right now. So you call Quinn.

“Hey, Quinny!”

“Sup Y/N/N?” he answers

“I’m picking up from work, and I'm about to head home, where you will be there too, with a bottle of our favorite wine and some take-out.”

“Got it, something important happened?”

“Yeah, you could say that.” you still couldn't stop smiling.

“Ok how important, expensive wine or REALLY expensive wine?”

“Uhhh in between,” you decided.

“Ahhh ok, can't wait. See you there, bye!!”

“Bye, Huggy”

You finish packing up and text Brock to tell him that you and Quinn are having a wine night, to make sure he knows to be somewhere else.

As you’re walking out, you call Holly.

“Hey, Babe!”

“Howdy!”

“God I always forget you interned in Dallas,” she says laughing.

“You pick that shit up quickly, I’m telling you. even the Fins were saying 'y'all'"

“So what’s up?” She asks.

“Are you free tonight, cause I have some very big news so it’s a wine night.”

“Umm, let me see if Bo wants to have the guys over and watch Gunnar” you hear her call her husband and ask him. “He said sure!”

“Okie Dokie! Text Quinn that you’re coming too, so he knows to get your usual from the take-out place” you tell her.

“Will do, and Y/N/N?" she says before you hang up.

“Yep?”

“Do you want me to grab ice cream?” She asks, already knowing your answer.

“Of course!”

“Ok, see you there” she hangs up.

You drive home jamming out to your music, as everyone should. You still can’t believe what happened today. It feels like it happened last week but it also feels like you never left that break room. Hopefully, Elias won’t mind that you’re telling Quinn and Holly. As long as you tell them not to say anything to the other guys, all should be well.

Once you get home, the dogs greet you at the door, “Oh hi! Hi sweeties! Oh yes, yes hi Coolieee, oh you’re such a cutie,” you drop your bags and get down on your knees to get on their level. When you get on your knees, Milo knows it means you want him to hug you, so he hops up and puts his paws on your shoulders. “Hi, hi, hi, oh thank you for the hugs. Oh yes auntie loves you soooooo much mmwwaaa”

Quinn is there and has everything set up and ready to go, so you change into your sweats and grab your blanket, and sit next to Quinn on the couch, grabbing your glass of wine and food before you sit down. Now you just have to wait for Holly

“Sooo, what’s the news?” Quinn asks you.

“Holly isn’t here yet, we have to wait.”

”Oh so it’s that good?” He raises his eyebrows.

“What do you mean?” You question, taking a sip of your wine.

“Well, when the news isn’t that important you usually don’t care if she hears it after me, or I hear it after her. But when it’s super important news, you have the other one wait.”

“Hmm, well then yeah. It’s pretty fuckin’ great, I don’t think I’ve stopped smiling for like 5 hours.”

Just then Holly comes in the door with Gus under one arm and a grocery bag full of ice cream in her other hand, “hi puppies, yes I have your friend with me”

“Oh! Hi Burton!!” You say with your puppy voice.

“Ok, why do you call him Burton? I never understood that.”

“It’s from one of my favorite shows!” You exclaim

“Y/N/N I don’t know if you know this but you, your brother, and Quinn all have like 50 “favorite TV shows” I’m gonna need you to say more than that,” she says to you as she grabs her food from the counter, and heads to the couch. She sits on the side of you not occupied by Quinn.

“Ok, rude,” Quinn sassed.

“It’s from Psych. One of the main characters is called Gus, but his first name is Burton, and the police chief and one of the detectives calls him by his full name which is Burton Guster, so there.”

“Got it.”

“Ok, Holly no more distractions,” Quinn starts, sticking his tongue out at her, she returns the gesture. “So what’s the important news?”

“Oh, you didn’t tell him yet! So it’s really important!” she says.

“Hmm, I guess I do do that,” you realize, “I would actually like you guys to guess” you take a bite of your food, smugly. Knowing neither of them would even have an idea of what to guess.

“Hmmm,” Quinn hums, he looks like he has a mischievous grin “does it have to do with a certain Swede?”

“Wha-“ you choke on your bite of food, Quinn is giggling at your reaction, “the fuck? How’d you know that?”

“Well umm, a certain brother of yours may have asked me if he should do that plan.”

“Why would you do that?’ you whined, upset at your friends for teaming up on you. You couldn’t imagine what you would’ve done if that plan didn’t work out the way it did today.

“Did it work?” He asked with a grin.

“That’s not the point, asshole!”

“See but it worked! He doesn’t hate you anymore, now you can flirt your ass off and make him see you as more than a friend” he tells you.

You laugh, he has no idea what happened in that break room.

“Ok, I’m out of the loop here, what happened?” Holly interjects

“Ok, well my idiot brother and apparently my asshole best friend came up with this plan-“

“Actually Marky and Thatch knew about it too,” he stops you from interrupting, “AND, to be fair, you can’t blame Brock for going to us. I mean I’m your best friend, and the goalies are just good at planning and doing crazy things”

“WELL. Those dicks that I call my closest friends and family, decided it was a good idea to lock me in one of the Canucks break rooms with Elias fucking Pettersson because he hated me and they wanted us to get along”

Holly starts laughing, “oh my god, they did not” she continues to laugh and Quinn joins her. You roll your eyes at them both.

“Yes, they did. I was not a happy camper. But it worked out and he doesn’t hate me.”

“See, I knew it would work! And like I said, now you can work your moves and get him to like you as more than just a friend.” He grins again.

You grin “Oh, also that’s the other part.” You take a long sip of your wine, both Holly and Quinn stared at you wide-eyed, waiting for you to finish, “turns out he’s a great kisser”

“I’m sorry,” Quinn said softly, he took a breath “WHAT?”

“Yeah, would you like more details?”

“Fucking- yeah,” they said simultaneously.

You went on to explain the events that happened in that incredible breakroom

“How the fuck did he keep that a secret, and why?” Quinn exclaimed, clearly confused that he didn't know something so big about who he considers one of his best friends.

“I don't know, but both of you have to absolutely promise me that you won't tell literally anyone else, ok? Not Bo, not Brock, not Demer, Stech, Marky, nobody!”

“Yeah, yeah that's fine,” Holly said, waving her hand in dismissal, wanting to get past that and know more. “So how do you feel?”

“Like the luckiest girl in the world,” you said while giggling with a big smile.

“Y/N/N. I’m so happy for you.” Quinn says with a genuine smile.”

“Ok, enough about me. How were your days?”

“Not as interesting as yours, but Gunnar and I spent the whole day out and about with Bo, and now I’m having a great wine night with you guys so it’s been a pretty amazing day.”

“Yeah, well I spent the whole day waiting for Y/N to come to kill me cause I thought she’d find out I had something to do with that whole situation,” Quinn says.

“Well let me just tell you, Hughes, if it hadn’t ended up the way it did, I may have had a few words for you.”

“I know, that’s why I was panicking the whole day”

“OH MY GOD” Holly shouted as she looked at her phone

“What, what’s wrong?” You ask

“Umm, you are going to LOVE this shit, Y/N/N”

She thrusts her phone in your face. When you look down you see a picture of Elias holding Gunnar, with a toy you hadn’t seen before. Elias looks so happy, looking down at the baby Horvat. Then there’s another alert on Holly's phone, “ohmygod,” you mumble. The alert is another text from Bo, it’s a video this time. You press play. In the video Elias is playing with Gunnar, using a high-pitched baby voice “oh yes you love your new toy that the best uncle in the world got you! Yes, you do cause I’m your very favorite, yes I am. You are just so cute, so lucky you got your looks from your mama, yes you are.”

From behind the camera, you can hear Bo, “Hey, have you looked at him, he looks just like me”

“Daddy is crazy, isn’t he? Yeaaaaah” Elias says to the boy.

The video ends and you see what text Bo had sent along with the picture and video

Bowie 💙: Yes, he got him ANOTHER toy. If he keeps this up, we’re gonna need a bigger house just for the toys lias gets him

“This boy is going to be the death of me I swear to god,” you say, handing the phone to Quinn, and placing your head in your hand. That video was literally the cutest thing you’ve seen in about 5 years.

You continue to talk, you end up explaining what Elias had told you about not doing anything else yet, and what he had said regarding that. You all finish eating and eventually decide on watching some ’how i met your mother’.

After they leave, you spend the rest of the night replaying the events from the break room in your head. Imagining what will eventually happen with you two. You truly can’t believe it. You’ve never felt this way about anyone and you’ve only known he likes you for about 12 hours. Elias Pettersson is going to be a special, if not the most special person in your life. So you pull out your notebook and a pen that you always keep next to your bed and you write your thoughts down.

First, you write the date at the top then skip 2 lines

Elias Pettersson, I think I love you. I know it’s too early to say and we’ve only had one day together, but I need to write this down.

It looks ridiculous and cheesy now that I’m reading it but if my gut is right, which it normally is, I just had to write it down. I had to tell you. If not in real life, at least just in this notebook. As cliche as it sounds, maybe I can show you it one day. I mean I do love myself a hallmark movie, so maybe this can be like one of those.

You sign it at the bottom, close your notebook, and place it back in your drawer.

You’re such a hopeless romantic and you kinda want to make fun of yourself, like you would do if you found out any of the guys did this kind of thing. ( And if you’re being honest, you wouldn’t be surprised if your own brother would do something like this. Your parents kind of instilled a love of romcoms in you guys at a young age.)

So once your thoughts have settled, you close your eyes and drift off to sleep.

Elias’s night wasn’t that much different. He arrived at the Horvat residence with some snacks for the boys, and a new toy for Gunnar, as always. Every time he sees one he knows Gunnar will like, he buys it...it’s a problem.

“Petey!!” Stech shouts as he gets up to grab the snacks from him.

“So how was your daaaaay” Thatcher asks from the couch.

“I’m sure Brock has inform you of how my day went”

“‘Inform’ us he has. But OUR plan is what caused this. WE worked very hard on it” Thatcher says, chuckling.

“Wait, who all knew about it??”

“I didn’t!” Bo shouts from the kitchen!

“And neither did this little boy, he would never betray me,” Elias says, grabbing Gunnar from Brock on the couch and carrying him into the kitchen, the other guys follow. “And guess what Gunnar!!! I got you another toy, cause I’m the best uncle you have, yes I am.”

“Another toy Lias?? Really, I’m going to need to make a whole mother room for all of the toys you get him if you don’t stop”

“But why would I ever stop when he is the best boy ever! He deserves the world, yes he does,” Elias says, looking at Gunnar the whole time.

“Ok, now it’s time for him to have dinner,” Bo says, grabbing Gunnar from Elias.

“So… all of you knew?”

Stech, Brock, Demer, and Marky all nodded, with a guilty look.

“What about you? Elias said, looking at Nils. Nils looked guilty and nodded slowly “my own son? Really Hogs?”

“I’m sorry, I just wants to help you!!”

“We all just ‘wants’ to help you, Petey!” Marky said, mocking the youngest Swede’s mistake. All of them would do that to both of them, make fun of them when they messed up, they just wanted to help them, it’s all in good fun.

“Ok, I know but what if it didn’t work, what would you guys have done?”

“Elias my dear, the point is that it did work. And now Brock won’t have an aneurysm every time you and Y/N/N are in the same room together” Troy says, placing his arm around Elias’s shoulder.

“Yeah Petey, all we wanted was for you to like her as much as we do!” Thatcher said.

“Ok, I never hated her, I just-”, he paused trying to come up with what he was going to say next, “I don’t socialize well, it’s hard for me to talk to people, ok?”

“Which is exactly why we did this. Y/C/N/N is a sweet girl, we just needed to give you both a push since you’re essentially the same person” Marky said.

“LITERALLY” Brock shouted, “ I swear, the more and more I hang out with you, Petey, the more I realize you and my sister are the same. Like sure, she and Quinny are best friends. And like they’re both similar like they’re both shy, awkward, nice, and stuff but you two have the same humor, need for attention, sassy bite, etcétéra etcétéra.”

“Oh my god, you’re totally right! And their fake self confident-ness thingy!!” The other guys shouted assorted affirmations to Nils’s comment.

“What do you mean ‘fake self-confidence thing’?” Elias was confused.

“Both of you do a something where you say stuffs like “well I’m hot, so..” or “cause I’m the best” and my favorite “because the people likes me better than you” but neither of you feel that way far down. You both just like to act like you more confident than you are really.”

“Damn, he called you two out, and he’s so right” Bo chimed in with a chuckle. “Ok, well now that he’s done eating, Marky, can you and the baby Swede go out and pick up the pizza?”

“Yes sir, captain sir!” Marky said saluting Bo.

The rest of them talked while they waited for Gunnars stomach to settle.

“Hey Petey, wanna go grab drinks from the store with me,” Thatcher asks.

“I think we’re good actu-“ Bo starts

“Petey” Thatcher insists with a look that says that’s not exactly the reason why he wants Elias to come with him. And he knows better than to say no to a goalie who gives him that look.

“Yep,” he gets up and follows Demer out the door.

They get in the car and that’s when it starts “so,” Thatch says, “how long have you liked her?” He asks.

“I- uh what? What are you talking abou-”

“Oh save it blondy, I have a 6th sense about this shit.”

“Damn goalies. At least Marky doesn’t know,” Elias mumbles under his breath.

“Oh he definitely does, he just hasn’t said anything for some reason” he laughs.

“How do you know he just doesn’t know?”

“Cause I know this shit, bro. He may have even been messing with you since he and Y/N/N are cuddle buddies and shit. Just to get you to make a move or something”

“HE MADE ME DO THE OPPOSITE! I thought they were together for the longest time until she told me TODAY” That made Thatcher laugh, you know, Elias’s pain and suffering is just HILARIOUS.

Once he calmed down he continued to talk, “Ok, well you didn’t tell us the whole story of what happened in there, so spill” he said as they walked into the store.

“We may have talked”

“....bitch that’s not it, keep going”

“And we kissed a little,” Elias said, face turning red.

“That’s my boy!” Thatcher clapped him on the shoulder.

“You're only 3 years older than me”

“And you're only a year older than Nils, who you claim as your ‘son,’ so shhh” he retorted, “so I assume you two talked about it after, actually knowing you two, that may not have happened,” Thatcher said as they checked out.

“Ha ha ha, yes we talked about it Douglas,” Elias said with an eye roll. “I just told her that I can’t do anything till I do something” he said as they got into the car again.

“What’s that “something” you have to do?” The goalie questioned.

“Talk to her older brother that may just kill me if I tell him so, I’m not too pumped about that.”

“Have you forgotten how much Brock loves you? You’re each other’s work husbands, I think if you tell him he’ll be shocked, but he’d be ok with it.”

“But you didn’t hear what Brock had said about his friend chad in high school! He beat him up and cut him out, I don’t want that to happen to me”

“Petey, if you feel as strongly as I think you feel about YNN then I think you have to tell her, or that would be an extreme disservice to you, her, and honestly my mental health, so you have some work to do.” He said as they finally walked into the Horvat house again.

“Yeah, Petey you have to work on some stuff, like your hair!” Brock quipped.

“Shut up, frat boy, not all of us can have a luscious flow like you.” Elias jabbed back, “oh hi, how’s my favorite person here? Is your tummy settled now, can I finally give you your new toy?”

“Yes, you can,” Bo says, handing his child off to the blonde Swede.

Elias took Gunnar down to the floor, where his new toy was, and played with him while talking in his baby voice, at some point Bo took a video and sent it to Holly, and also his insta story. But that’s ok, he loved his little ‘nephew,’ and honestly, his day couldn’t have gone better.

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slafkovskys · 3 years

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For thirst night, Quinn putting a baby in you. Send tweet

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it was something that you had known since you had fallen in love with quinn, that you wanted to be with him forever. you wanted to settle down with him wherever he may end up, have a few kids, and maybe a couple of dogs because he didn’t have any growing up.

it was something you both wanted someday, you had discussed at some point during the first year of your relationship when the time was right. quinn was in his freshman year then and you were too, so the time wasn’t right.

it had been five years since then and the ink was barely dry on quinn’s contract extension when the conversations suddenly turned serious. you were graduated now, living with quinn full time, and you had a stable place for a few years at least, it seemed right.

you’d been in new hampshire three days. after securing the lake house keys for a week on your own, you were quick to pack a bag and make the drive over. you hadn’t done much besides go out on the lake and hang out on the catch, having some peace before the season began and he was gone almost every other week.

you were tucked under his arm, watching a rerun of some college football game while he was focused on his phone. you play with the fingers on the arm that he had draped over you, sighing in hopes to get his attention. he smirks and shakes his head, “you haven’t changed at all.”

“what do you mean?” you ask, pretending as though you were clueless, but you weren’t. you both knew what you were doing and you honestly weren’t surprised that he had caught on because, well, he knew you better than anyone.

“you’re horny, but you won’t tell me that you’re horny. you want me to figure it out and take you upstairs,” he says, not looking away from his phone.

you huff because he was absolutely right. you poke at his thigh, “who said that it had to be upstairs?”

“my parents, indirectly.”

“wait, actually?” you ask, rolling onto your back and staring at him. he finally shuts off his phone and sits it on the arm of the couch before humming. your face heats up and he smirks, “how did they-”

“i really don’t want to find out,” he leans down and presses his lips to yours. it wasn’t long before the tv was shut off and his phone was long forgotten as you two stumbled your way upstairs. your clothes are peeled off in haste as you fall back onto the bed with him on top of you, “it’s been a few hours, do you think that your good?”

“i can take it, quinny” you smirk, but throw your head back when he sinks into you with one quick thrust. as of late, you’d been doing this quite frequently, so you accommodate him easily. “that feels so fucking good, oh my god.”

“i haven’t even started,” he presses his lips to your shoulder before he does pull back and thrust back in which does, indeed, feel a lot better than him being still. “i can’t wait to see you pregnant. it’s my dream.”

“i know,” you groan before he knocks the air out of you with his thrusts. you gasp as his hands grip onto your hips, keeping you close as he finds his pace. your hands tangle in his hair as you pull him down, connecting your lips to muffle your moans as though you weren’t alone.

one thing about quinn was that he was a pleaser. he wanted to do his best and succeed and since you had begun trying for a baby, that had been no different. he was more aware now, making sure that he was doing what he needed to do his part. and god did you love him for it.

“you take me so good,” he grunts against your mouth. you tighten around him and he throbs inside of you. “the fucking best, fuck.”

“i’m close,” you divulge, your walls tightening around him with each thrust. it’s only seconds later that that knot in your stomach pops and you let go. he doesn’t falter, however, continuing to fuck you through your high. “c’mon, quinny. give me a baby. give me what we both want.”

his pace falters as he too comes close to his end. he drops down, still hammering into you. his breath hitches before he busts, making sure to fuck it into you. you run your hand through his hair as he buries his face in your neck, “baby-”

“that’s what i’m working on,” he chuckles, and you grin, shaking your head. you lay there for a minute, both coming down from a high as the fan whirs above you. “we need to clean up.”

“no round two?” you smirk, “you know, just to make sure?”

“you are insatiable.”

#thirst night #quinn hughes

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poetzproblem · 5 years

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Have You Ever Really? Part III

A/N: Part III by request. There may also now be a part IV. Under the cut, or read at FF.Net or AO3.

They don't win Nationals.

They don't even place after Finn Hudson's monumentally stupid attempt to kiss Rachel on stage at the end of their ill-advised duet. Rachel hadn't reacted quite quickly enough to dodge it completely, which had only made her effort to duck away from his unwanted attention even more obvious to the judges.

Santana had nearly ripped Finn apart as soon as they'd gotten off stage, and Quinn suspects her anger and disgust wasn't entirely on her own behalf. She's seemed oddly less antagonistic to Rachel ever since Rachel had come out to them—or maybe it's not odd at all. Maybe Santana actually feels an unexpected kinship with Rachel now over their mutual attraction to the ladies (even if Santana still isn't outright admitting what everyone already knows). Or maybe she just feels sorry for Rachel for nursing a hopelessly unrequited crush on Quinn.

Quinn wonders what Santana would think if she knew that Rachel's crush wasn't as hopeless as everyone believes.

All that Quinn knows for certain is that she hasn't been able to stop thinking about Rachel since she'd serenaded her in glee, and she'd grown more and more impatient and irritated every time that Rachel had scurried away from her in the hallways or sat across the room from her in their shared classes or suddenly decided that she absolutely had to hang all over Jesse St. James everytime that Quinn tried to approach her in glee. So, of course, Quinn had needed to make it clear to Rachel that she expects her to stop acting like a frightened little mouse and start acting like—well, like Rachel fucking Berry. Really? If Rachel has a thing for Quinn, then Quinn should get the same treatment as the boys in the form of thoughtful gifts left in her locker and weird couple's calendars and loud, dramatic (and often musical) declarations of Rachel's undying affection and loyalty.

What Quinn does get immediately following the kiss that missed, surreptitiously tucked into her duffle bag in their shared hotel room, is a foil-wrapped Hershey's kiss (undoubtedly from the craft services table that had been set up for the competing show choirs) taped to a handwritten note that says, 'I'm sorry. Your lips are the only ones I want to kiss.'

Quinn feels a rush of warmth spread from her chest all the way up to the tips of her ears, and her eyes dart around the room in search of Rachel, only to be disappointed that she hasn't made her way back yet. Well, Quinn supposes that she'd actually beaten them all here before slipping away again to sulk in private over their loss. She doesn't see Kurt anywhere either, and he's been crashing in the girl's room with them.

Quinn gazes down at the note again, palming the candy kiss and catching her lip between her teeth to contain her grin—a grin that instantly disappears when Santana drops onto the mattress in front of her with a frown.

"That better not be some pathetic love note from Finnvasive." Quinn tucks it protectively against her chest. Santana's eyes narrow on the motion, but she doesn't make a grab for it. "It'd be just his style to come crawling back to you now that Berry dodged his slobbery advances in front of a thousand witnesses."

"I don't think there were that many people there today," Mercedes muses, rummaging around in her own suitcase for something or other.

"Enough for a well deserved public humiliation," Santana scoffs, crossing her arms. "If I was Berry, I'd've slapped him for trying that shit."

"Rachel is a professional," Tina chimes in with a dreamy, little smile. "I think she handled it the best way she could under the circumstances."

"You would," Quinn mutters under her breath, sending a glare her way.

"What was that, Quinnie?" Santana needles. "Why don't you share with the class?"

Quinn turns her glare on Santana. "Finn is an ass," is all she bothers to say.

Santana snickers. "True 'dat."

"He totally didn't pay attention to his cues," Brittany adds, throwing herself across the bed beside Santana. "Rachel's all about the sweet lady kisses now." She smiles at Santana, who blushes tellingly before glancing away.

"Which is still all kinds of weird, if you ask me," Mercedes says, shaking her head.

"No one did," Santana snaps.

Mercedes holds up her hands defensively. "Hey, I just mean that she's been moonin' over Finn for two years and all of a sudden she's singin' a love song to," she trails off with an embarrassed look towards Quinn. They all know who Rachel was singing to, but it's a truth that no one but Santana has been brave enough to say out loud in Quinn's presence.

"I'm surprised you're handling that so well," Santana muses with a smirk.

Quinn shrugs, mentally putting on her cool indifference like the mask it is. "It's hardly her fault that I'm irresistible."

Santana barks out a laugh. "You wish, Blondie."

"I'm sure Rachel will find someone else to focus her attention on soon enough," Tina offers with what Quinn supposes is meant to be a reassuring smile—it looks fake to Quinn.

"I guess you'd better make sure it isn't Mike," she warns Tina cattily.

Tina's brows furrow in confusion, but whatever she might have said is lost to the awkward silence that descends on the room when Rachel and Kurt step inside.

"What did we miss?" Kurt asks suspiciously after no one says anything for a solid thirty seconds.

Santana rolls her eyes. "Just our pity party for coming in twelfth."

Rachel whimpers, shrinking into herself. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her eyes cast down to the floor as Kurt wraps an arm around her and gives her a comforting squeeze.

Tina reaches out to touch Rachel's arm with a sympathetic smile. "It wasn't your fault."

"It was Finn's," Quinn grits out, scowling at Tina.

"Don't sweat it, midget," Santana dismisses with a bored wave of her hand. Rachel glances at her in surprise before gazing around the room, as if to make sure no one else is actually blaming her for this. When her eyes finally settle on Quinn, Quinn offers her a meaningful smile, subtly motioning to the note still cradled against her torso. Rachel's eyes dart down and then back up, and Quinn knows she's gotten the message by the shy smile on her face.

They don't talk about it. They can't. They don't really have a moment where they can be alone for the rest of the night or the next morning when they're all rushing for the airport and then stuck together on a long bus ride of listening to Santana take shots at Finn while Finn constantly whines about it and Mr. Schuester yells at them all to remember they're a team.

And then Quinn is being whisked home by her mother, and even if she is entertaining the notion of letting Rachel Berry woo her, she's so not letting her mother clue into anything that's going on in her head right now.

But it becomes very clear on Monday morning that Rachel has taken Quinn's encouragement and run with it. There's a gardenia with a green ribbon tied into a bow waiting for Quinn inside her locker, which is just more proof that Rachel had been the one responsible for Quinn's prom corsage.

A fact that's confirmed when Quinn tracks down Rachel in the bathroom to ask her about the flower.

"I wanted you to have a perfect night," she admits, picking nervously at the strap of her bag.

Quinn smiles, charmed by the admission. "Because you...like me?"

Rachel swallows nervously, nods once. "And because Finn didn't seem to be very enthusiastic about something that was obviously important to you."

Quinn rolls her eyes. "I don't want to talk about him. I want to know how long you've liked me." Because this whole thing has seemed a little sudden and out of the blue. Mercedes hadn't been wrong about that.

Rachel catches her lower lip between her teeth and shrugs, looking mildly perplexed. "I'm not entirely sure. I think it's been happening for a while, but I failed to take note of it until…" Her cheeks turn a little pink. "Well, until I just did."

Quinn shakes her head, a bit perplexed herself. "I don't understand how you could. I've generally been awful to you." She'd slapped her at prom, for God's sake. "Unless...I mean, I get it if it's just a physical thing." It wouldn't be the first time Quinn had been the object of someone's dirty fantasies and it won't be the last. She's hot and she knows it. It's only natural for people who like girls to desire her. And yet the thought of that being all this is for Rachel bothers her more than she can put into words.

"That's not it," Rachel quickly denies, frowning adorably—as if she's angry at Quinn for even suggesting it. "I mean, it's obviously a factor. You're impossibly beautiful." And she blushes again, turning positively red. "But…" She runs her tongue across her lips (and why is Quinn only just noticing how often she does that and how sexy it is?) and takes a breath while she composes her thoughts. "When I told you that you're a lot more than that, I meant it, Quinn. You're smart and resilient and so much kinder than you give yourself credit for. Every time you've let me catch a small glimpse of the person you really are, I've only wanted to know more." She glances down to the floor, looking suddenly shy again. "I want to know you. To know who you are and what you're thinking. And I'm honestly not sure if I've ever cared enough to really know that about anyone else."

Quinn nearly loses her breath at that. "Not even Finn?"

Rachel huffs out a silent laugh. "I thought I did at one point, obviously, but the discovery of who Finn Hudson really is left something to be desired." She shrugs a little sadly. "I'm afraid there was only so much interest I could muster for video games and football."

Quinn bites back her smile. "How do you know the same thing won't happen with me?"

"I don't," Rachel concedes. "But I've seen the books you read for pleasure, so I suspect that you're going to keep me interested in knowing more about you for quite some time."

"More than just what it's like to kiss me?" Quinn husks, stepping closer.

Rachel's eyes widen, and she inhales sharply through her nose. "Did Finn tell you?"

Quinn frowns in confusion. "Tell me what?"

"That I asked him…" She cuts herself off, realization sparking in her eyes. "You were referring to the note, weren't you?"

Quinn's confusion disappears, and she grins ferally. Because she is smart, and she knows exactly what Rachel was about to say. "Did you ask Finn what it was like to kiss me?"

Rachel doesn't answer, but her blush does. "Why are you being so open to this? You should be telling me to stay away from you."

She probably should be, but she isn't going to. "I guess that's just one of those things you're going to have to discover about me." Quinn steps away from Rachel, shouldering her own bag before sending Rachel a wink. "Maybe you'll even get a first hand answer to that other question of yours. If you're up for it."

She leaves Rachel sputtering as she saunters out of the bathroom with an extra sway in her hips and a grin on her lips. It's the best she's felt about herself in a very long time, and if she's being honest, she thinks she's probably been mostly wooed by Rachel already. It hadn't taken much more than that little speech of hers. But Quinn isn't about to pass up the chance to be treated to more of the same.

It's really no surprise to anyone that Rachel once again has a song prepared for glee.

"Just a little something to lift our spirits after our disappointment," she explains, but there's a twinkle in her eyes when they seek out Quinn that Quinn fully understands the moment she begins to sing.

"Well you done done me and you bet I felt it I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted. I fell right through the cracks And now I'm trying to get back."

Quinn barely stifles her giggle at Rachel's song choice. It's not exactly a standard love song, but the message is still pretty clear, especially when she's so obviously singing to Quinn.

"Before the cool done run out I'll be giving it my best-est, And nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention. I reckon it's again my turn To win some or learn some. But I won't hesitate no more, no more. It cannot wait. I'm yours."

Rachel's dark eyes are on Quinn while she makes her musical declaration, but then Rachel is grinning and dancing around the rest of the room for the second verse, doing a fair job of pretending this is for the entire glee club. Quinn knows better, and when she glances around the room, she sees all their friends smiling and enjoying the performance.

But at the end, Rachel's eyes come right back to Quinn for her very last—

"This, oh this, this is our fate. I'm yours."

Quinn thinks she's pretty okay with that.

And Tina can suck it.

#have you ever really?#part iii #faberry #ficlet

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moony-luna · 5 years

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so quinny dear... who's your tumblr squad?

bear with me, nonnie, I have an extensive network of friends.

@stjernfaerie and @youngwolfchaos are truly some of the loveliest people in this world, and I don’t know what I’d do without them. jo is the silliest, funniest, and most adorablely badass human being in this world. I have no idea why she puts up with me, but I’m so happy she does. q is a god, who always knows how to cheer me up. also, I’m so fixated on the fact that she can EMBROIDER. she’s like a grandmother, I love her. angels, the both of them. they make me grateful that I joined this mad cluster-fuck of a community.

@astroboletos was a surprise friend for me–– I sent him a message about his ross-posting, which I did not expect him to respond to. against all odds, he did. chris is kind of an “against all odds” guy. he’s bitterly funny, fiercely opinionated, and a wicked good friend who isn’t afraid to call me out on my bullshit. he makes me a more honest person. I really appreciate him, even though he sometimes says “good girl” and that makes me vomit a little.

@scamandergenes is a wonderful wine mum. I love her, I love her cats, and I love seeing her be a grown-ass woman and still find time to do things she loves. I want to be her when I grow up.

@jenlizrose, @meganhufflepuffrp, and @claud-illich are my favorite english lasses. jen is funny as all hell, ridiculously and absurdly stunning, and far too kind for her own good. megan is the best too snapchat and rant to, and even though she started the cottage cheese controversy, I love her. gabi needs to sleep. she’s incredibly talented, bitingly funny, and a massive dork, I love her to bits and pieces, and she needs a nap. hope is an angel who also needs to sleep. she’s a huge nerd and I love her midnight snaps more than anything.

@marauders-andco nicole is a german angel and I will fight anyone who thinks otherwise. violently.

@tired-lupin is the kind of friend that is supportive no matter what kind of bullshit you send them. I told her I’d drawn Chris as the Goblin King from Labyrinth, and she immediately started to digital sketch it. she’s so fucking funny, and her cats are awesome, and I love her.

@bi-yourself-doe sof is so deeply wonderful. what a godsend. the human embodiment of sass and sarcasm. I love. so much.

@arabella-prongs and @kapitan5o are far too cool to speak to me, and yet by some miracle they do. I thank them sincerely for putting up with my cat pics and weird socks. they are absolutely incredible and deeply talented people.

@tossermalfoy and @gobletofvodka own my ovaries and that is the truth. who gave them the right to be actual harry potter characters? I swoon, I sigh, I die.

I cannot WAIT to become better friends with @mattiprongs and @softsiriusblack as they are so cool and so FREAKING TALENTED it make me wanna, I don’t know… scream? scream.

@cheapenigma and @stuff-of-pi make me laugh so hard I snort bubbles. god-tier humans, I say. god-tier.

@sunshineandrainyflowers is the sweetest human I will protect this flower at all costs. I am like a heavily armed bunny rabbit. so don’t even try it assholes, I’m cute, and vaguely threatening. honestly, she’s so good. just, so good.

@megathy-two is what the love child of clouds and sufjan stevens would be like. so soft, so aesthetically pleasing, has a lovely fluffy cat and a soothing voice. 10 out of 10 could sing me a lullaby and I’d swoon.

@looktothewolfstars spreads love and kindness with reckless abandon. someday I wish to have that kind of love under my belt.

@pomfreypullsnopunches, @thatredlipped-classic, @whatsupitswendy, @2yeetor2yoot, @devilwearsmadammalkins, @smolbeanbella, @michael-the-angelo, @giggling-grindylow, @unafraidoftoil, @geethanksinternet, @steelchildrocks, @nikapuff, and everyone else in the chat that I already mentioned–– the RPeeps chat is what I wake up to and what I fall asleep with. even though my anxiety sometimes (oftentimes) gets in the way of me responding to you all, just know I love and appreciate the kindness and talent you bring both to this community and to my life.

my new pals @askjamessirius, @curly-haired-wizard, @dandypotter, @pleb-petal-potter, @thatcutewerewolf, @askyourlocalhufflepuff, @bringblackback, @vanilla-overdose, @transaurus, @idkmaybenotthatcool, @gryffindor-blood, @prettylestrange, @siriusblacktothefuture, @nerdie-faerie, and @bumblebeaa! I am so stoked to get to know you better! I have a copious amount of cat photos, should you ever require one. or a meme. or a terrible dad joke.

wow, this turned into the terribly long-winded oscar speech everyone hates. uh… hope that answered you question, nonnie!

#friendly friendos #this is too long #oops

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fanfics4all · 6 years

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The Northside Serpent: Part 15

Request: Yes / No

Request are open but ONLY if they’re Halloween<3 Have a nice day/night

Sweet Pea x Keller!Reader

Word count: 2068

Warnings: Death

Y/N: Your Name

Summary: You’re Kevin Keller’s little sister when you’re mom left to go to war and your dad started cheating (I’m making it so he’s been cheating since season 1) You started rebelling; dying your hair, getting a nose piercing, tattoo, and hanging out on the southside.

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Kevin made me come to school with him early to ask Jughead to be the videographer. I really didn’t want to go to school early but I didn’t have a choice. So I was also forced to go to the before school musical practice. I watched them sing and dance and I sat next to Fangs while they did this. After they were done everyone sat in a circle on chairs and Kevin smiled.

“Welcome to Carrie: The Musical.” He said and then Fangs pulled his chair into the circle, next to Kevin and Toni.

“Okay. Next, introductions.” Kevin said and I rolled my eyes. Jughead was behind everyone filming the behind the scenes.

“I’m Archie, I’m playing Tommy Ross. The boy next door.” Archie said.

“I’m Betty, I play Sue Snell. The good girl.” Betty said.

“Veronica Lodge, playing mean girl, Chris Hargensen.” Veronica said.

“I’m Cheryl Blossom, playing the iconic role of Carrie White.” Cheryl said standing up.

“Tone deaf.” Josie said with a cough and I bit my lip. Oh boy…

“Who’s playing your mom? Margaret White.” Ethel asked.

“I am.” Alice Cooper said walking in.

“Ah!” Kevin said with a smile.

“Mom?” Betty asked.

“Wait, seriously?” Ethel asked.

“Settle down. Yes, it’s untraditional but to me, there’s nothing more amateur than age-inappropriate casting.” Kevin said and I rolled my eyes.

“It’s a school play.” I said and Kevin narrowed his eyes at me.

“I’m really looking forward to getting to know who this woman is, you know, get under her skin. And, of course, to spend some quality time with my daughter, Elizabeth.” Alice said and Betty smiled.

“Uh, sorry.” Chuck said walking in and everyone rolled their eyes.

“I thought rehearsal were in the Music Room.” He said.

“No problem. All are welcome here.” Kevin said and I scoffed. Chuck sat down and they kept talking.

“Why am I even here, Kevin? I’m not even in the play.” I asked when they took a break.

“Because, you don’t have anywhere else to go.” He said and I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Anywhere is better than watching you guys put on a stupid play.” I said crossing my arms.

“Dad wants me to keep an eye on you, so you’re staying here.” He said and I rolled my eyes.

“Of course he does.” I said annoyed and just walked over to Toni and Fangs.

“Hey Quinny, how are you doin’?” Fangs asked.

“Eh, I’d rather not talk about this…” I said and Toni placed her arm around me.

“Forget about that, we’re talking to him. Besides that, how are you and Kevin?” She asked and I groaned.

“Ughhh, I still don’t want to talk to him or my dad.” I said annoyed and they sighed.

“He’s your brother, you gotta talk to him.” Fangs said and Toni nodded.

“Maybe when he gets his head outta his ass.” I said crossing my arms and they laughed. The break ended and I went back to sitting on the sidelines.

“Okay. Act one scene one.” Kevin told everyone as they looked at the scripts.

“Actually, before we begin…” Cheryl said standing up and putting her script down.

“I’ve heard whisperings that some of you ensemble-vultures don’t think I’m fit to play or sing-” She said and looked at Josie.

“No.” Josie said shaking her head.

“The role of Carrie White. So, to settle this matter once and for all. Maestro?” Cheryl called out.

“Okay, uh, Cheryl-” Kevin said but she cut him off by starting to sing. Cheryl finished and Toni stood up to clap. I also started clapping and soon everyone else joined in.

“Wow, I think I speak for everyone when I say that was undeniable, Cheryl.” Kevin said. Cheryl was walking back to her seat when a sandbag fell and almost hit her. We all looked at her in shock. After that happened Kevin decided to call it for practice. I stayed in the shadows throughout the day just like I have been for the past week. I just really couldn’t kick the horrible feeling I felt from Sweet Pea breaking up with me.

After school Kevin and I went home and he told me that he found a letter in his locker from the Black Hood. He said that the Black Hood didn’t want Cheryl to play Carrie but he wasn’t going to recast her. After he told me that I just stayed in my room until dinner where I ignored my family. I really didn’t want to talk to them since they literally ruined my relationship. During the whole Carrie rehearsals Kevin forced me to go with him. When I refused him he had Toni, Fangs, or Jughead make me come. They all claimed they wanted me to keep my mind of Sweet Pea. I watched as Betty, Archie, Veronica, and Chuck practice their scene where they were both wanting to help/hurt Carrie. Once it was finished Kevin told everyone it was finished and then we went home. The next day I was dragged there once again. Cheryl and Josie were practicing their scene and honestly this was probably the only scene I was excited to see.

“In this scene, gym teacher Mrs. Gardener is being a friend when out girl has none, out of sheer kindness.” Kevin said, I was sitting behind him and Fangs.

“I’ll fake it as best I can.” Josie said with a sigh and Cheryl looked her up and down. The music started and Josie was the first one to sing.

“Stop, stop, stop.” Cheryl said and everyone stopped.

“Okay, Cheryl, I’m the only one that’s allowed to stop.” Kevin said and I rolled my eyes. God he’s taking this too seriously.

“I can’t do this! I can’t have you hating me while we’re singing a song about friendship.” Cheryl said and my brother shook his head.

“I know everything I did was legit crazy, Josie, but I was wrestling with some dark, Carrie White-like demons, and I’m so, so sorry. So please, please forgive me.” Cheryl said and they started singing again. I sighed and watched as they both were making up. Ugh, I wanted some drama… After that was done Veronica was up to practice her World According To Chris scene. God could Kevin cast anymore obvious? Betty the good girl, Veronica the bad girl, it’s a little on the nose. She finished and everyone clapped.

“Okay, Veronica, I am obsessed with everything that just happened.” Kevin said walking up to her.

“Thank you, it helps to be off-book and in full costume.” Veronica said with a smile and Betty laughed.

“Don’t be so modest. You are the literal embodiment of Chris.” She said and I smirked, guess I’ll be gettin my drama after all.

“Never has a role been so perfectly type-cast.” She added.

“Betty…” Archie said trying to stop her and my brother sighed.

“What was that, Betty?” Veronica asked.

“I mean, think about it. Spoiled rich girl, check. Major daddy issues, check. Bad to the bone, trying to control everyone around her, including her boyfriend and best friend. Check, check, check.” Betty said and I smirk nudging Jughead.

“Looks like your girlfriends finally figured it out.” I said and he shook his head at me. Kevin told everyone they could leave and they did. I was stuck with Jughead and he was watching as Archie was talking to Betty in the back.

“A little jealous are we?” I asked him.

“Shut up Quinny.” He said shoving me.

“How are you anyway?” He asked turning the camera off.

“I’m doing as best as I can be after my first boyfriend broke up with me because of my family.” I said sitting back in my seat.

“Hey, we’re talking to him okay? Toni said you made him happy so he’s not just gonna throw that away.” Jug said giving me a side hug.

“He already did…” I sighed. I could feel a wave of tears ready to escape. I got up and walked over to my brother who was with Fangs.

“Hey Kev… I’m gonna go home…” I said and he looked at me worried.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” He asked and I nodded.

“Yeah… I’m just tired. I’ll see you at home.” I said and walked out. I walked home and locked myself in my room. I took out my phone and started going through mine and Sweet Pea’s texts. Why was I torturing myself like this? We haven’t talked in weeks, hell I haven’t even seen him besides in class. Maybe Toni was wrong and I didn’t make him happy… I cried myself to sleep again that night.

The next day I was yet again forced to go to rehearsals but this time Cheryl wasn’t there. I looked at everyone confused. Where was she? She wouldn’t be late, she wanted to play Carrie more than anything.

“Due to some unforeseen circumstances, Cheryl will no longer be playing the role of Carrie White.” My brother said and Fangs tried to place his hand on his shoulder? Did Fangs have a thing for my brother? Good luck with that.

“What? Why?” Toni asked.

“Let’s just say that Penelope Blossom isn’t much of a stage-mom.” Kevin said and I scoffed.

“I think Cheryl’s by the gym bleachers.” He told Toni and she grabbed her stuff and left.

“In the meantime, Cheryl’s understudy will assume the role.” My brother said.

“Understudy?” Ethel asked.

“I appointed one after the sandbag incident. Midge Klump!” He said and everyone clapped. After that announcement everyone took their seats. Midge and Alice were going to practice one of their scenes. Everything was going well until Alice said Betty instead of Carrie..

“Mom?” Betty asked.

“Don’t leave me, Betty. Don’t leave me like all the others.” Alice said while crying then ran off. Betty got up and followed her.

“Am I directing a train wreck? And where’s my tea?” Kevin asked Fangs.

“Yeah you are. What did you think was gonna happen?” I asked rolling my eyes.

“Shut it you!” Kevin said looking at me.

After what felt like forever it was finally the night of the play. Kevin made sure we were dressed nice, so I was dressed in black lace dress, black and silver flower earrings, a black and silver flower necklace, and some black heels. For makeup, I up on a dark red lip and black and silver eyeshadow with a wing. I also curled my hair and put a bow in the back.

It was definitely too dressy for a school play but Kevin was making us so we had to. I was sitting next to Cheryl and Jughead and he was sitting next to my brother. We were watching the play and everything was going great. Alice was singing one her songs where Carrie was locked in the closet and everyone was loving it. They set looked amazing too.

“Alright Carrietta, it’s time to come out of your closet.” Alice said and the set lifted. What everyone saw was horrific.

“Uh, Kevin, did you re-block this scene? Why isn’t she on her knees singing?” Cheryl asked.

“I-I…” Kevin just stuttered, he didn’t know what to say. There on the wall was Midge Klump stabbed with multiple knives and with things written in her blood…

“I am back from the dead all those who escaped me before will die. B.H.” I read and we all just stared in shock, not processing what was happening.

“I don’t think that’s part of the show.” Jughead said shocked.

“Oh my God!” Kevin said.

“Somebody should help her! For God’s sake, help her!” Cheryl yelled and Alice finally turned around. She screamed and everyone started screaming and freaking out. We all got up and Kevin grabbed me pulling me to the stage but I got out of his grip and ran for the door. Two people stopped me and I looked up to see Fangs and Sweet Pea. Fangs grabbed me and pulled me out of the school with them.

“What the hell was that?” Fangs asked shocked.

“I don’t know, the Black hood must be back…” I said scared and Sweet Pea wrapped his arm around me. I froze not really knowing why he was doing this.

“Don’t worry, we’ll keep you safe.” Sweet Pea said and they took me on their bikes to Sunnyside Trailer Park.

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badsithnocookie · 6 years

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war for iokath #5

spoilers for fractured alliance chain (5.2+)

pictured: acina, quinn, nisha and theron, about to play the shortest game of musical thrones in the galaxy

cina. babe. the fuck.

her dialogue her is just

so fucking bad i can’t even

it’s every stereotypical villain speech ever given, crammed into as stereotypical an ending as they come. and. for fuck’s fucking sake, bioware.

acina was not a stereotypical sith. that’s why i liked her so much, back in the days of old. that’s why i was glad she got the Throne, despite my misgivings. because, yeah, she was still sith. she had no problem with casually rending planets uninhabitable with biological warfare if it meant victory for the empire, and lusted after the power of the Dread Seeds as much as any other well-trained sith. but she was smart. she saw the ruin that the Seeds brought others, and learned her lesson well. she had the self-control not to take every toy and trinket in arcanum and harness its power for herself. she had the understanding to know why, exactly, even trying that with one of them would be a bad idea, and not just because it would have ticked off vitiate.

and this acina. this ‘acina’, is so, so fucking stupid it is actually fucking painful to witness.

once again, bioware have taken a smart, savvy woman in a position of power and savaged her character - not because she wouldn’t grab power when she could (she absolutely would), but she’d be far fucking smarter about it than this shallow stereotypical fucking mess of a sith.

rip in pepperami, cina. we miss you. i miss you.

anyway, acina sits on the throne, activates it, has a vision. blah blah.

here’s the thing: sith do not really ‘do’ gods. not in their current state, anyway.

actually, Force cults tend to be pretty atheistic - at least, unless you/they buy into an idea of the Force as an almost-deity. Zakuulan old-world culture has gods, yes, but they are a) zakuulan and b) very much not part of accepted/acceptable modern zakuulan culture and philosophy/theology.

even leaving that aside, the Sith are incredibly individualistic, self-deterministic culture. so, like. musical chairs or no, cina has little to no frame of reference to be referring to the robochines here as ‘gods’

like. yes. i know the excuse here is that she’s gone off the deep end because of said musical chairs. but like. there’s no buildup, other than her sudden villain speeches. how did the chairs influence her so fast, and so much? what’s this sudden shit about empires infused with the Force? is this supposed to be a callback to the Infinite Empire, or the Eternal one? (also, lol @ people who give their empires names like that)

there is no real reason for this, i just paused the video at an awkward moment and his face amused me. not your most dignified look, quinny

for posterity, the single line quinn gets if you side with the republic. if you’re not an sw, this is the only line he’ll say after the cutscene with elara at the start. presumably if you side with the empire, elara has a single line here.

i know i already said this but i’m gonna say it again - both of these characters, no matter what you think of them, were absolutely wasted in this complete shitpile of a story update (and they were still the single best thing about it)

(although the pet from the reputation track is kinda cute. and i sorta like the chestpiece from the armour set)

anyway, rip acina. so much for that line at the start of kotet about not letting blind ambition kill you. bioware can’t even keep her characterisation straight within their fuckin zakuul fanfic, never mind from rothc.

yea i am fuckin mad about this. fight me.

what this says about his view of lana is left as an exercise for the reader.

anyway, the plot shield deactivating all the ships in orbit goes poof, and for some reason acina apparently managed to set off the weapon, despite also being ‘rejected’ herself. i’m not even going to try and understand the logic of what’s going on here.

what do the shields have to do with the weapon’s systems? how does theron know how to slice into it? like, yes, tr8r, but unless this is for some reason what he was actually doing while failing to scan for his shuttle in a reasonable amount of time during their initial trip to iokath, he’d have no more familiarity than any other rando with this system, which was created by a completely alien civilisation over a millenium ago.

like. yes. i know that system compatability is a convention in star wars. but that doesn’t make it any less fucking stupid.

take shelter? really?

this is the duck and fukin cover of star war. ‘just hide in this bunker, which was almost certainly scoured of life the last time this thing went off. we’ll be fine’

without knowing precisely where it is, who is in its vicinity, and what it comprises, this is an incredibly irresponsible course of action. blowing that thing up could end up being as bad as setting it off.

unless the fleet is already inside the Sphere (remember, Iokath is a Dyson Sphere, not a planet), it’s not going to be bombing anything in a matter of minutes, because it’s going to take at least that long for it to get inside and into position. by which point all of you could already be hanging out with acina again

if the fleet is inside the Sphere, there is a non-zero chance that it will at the very least be affected by if not damaged or destroyed by the weapon’s discharge - remember, we have no idea what this thing is or how it works

like okay on revisiting it’s probable that the SoopaWepon is actually/ultimately the Six but like

why is it only referred to in the singular

how did the entire iokathan populace not manage to put together a decent ops team, did they play on tofn or something

six smashy robots versus an entire Dyson Sphere, i just... the sheer logistics of that, especially when you consider that the Iokathan engineers had previously built weapons that could flash-fry entire planets, Uphrades-style

why am i sober

#swtor #war for iokath #war for iokath spoilers #kotet spoilers #kotet critical #quinn cw

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The Emerald City and Me

Well, we made it. We closed on our Seattle house literally the evening before we left the Chattanooga house – and it only happened then because a dedicated notary came out to our place after hours and helped us file all the paperwork. First thing the next morning, we hit the road.

It was a six-day drive back to the West Coast. We took two cars, and we each took two animals – I drove with Greyson in the back seat, and Quinnie in the front seat. (Both secured, yes.) My husband brought the eldercat and Lucy in a similar configuration. Using a AAA travel agent, we booked all our hotel rooms in advance – making sure that we could bring our furry family members along without any difficulty. All but two of those nights were screwed up by the aforementioned travel agent; but when all was said and done, nobody had to sleep in the car and everything was fine.

My husband and I each traveled with a small suitcase. For the animals, we packed the largest suitcase we own – and at first we could barely close it, for it contained pre-measured meals for all four of them, plus bowls, medicine (for all four), fluids kit (for the eldercat), cannibis oil treats for the canine nervous nellies, flea/tick preventatives, and five disposable litter boxes stacked together. And I guess now I know how to manage a good “bug-out bag” for the whole family, so there’s that.

Eventually we arrived at a house I’ve named “Rockford Place” – a late mid-century modern with an angular seventies vibe and a massive fireplace surrounded by natural stone. There’s also an enormous backyard that’s mostly rocks and trees, terraformed into paths and a nice landing area.

Besides, I like James Garner. So yeah, it’s called Rockford Place.

The house is really rather neat – lots of cool angles and funky architectural features (without going overboard, I mean.) But the bathrooms are an embarrassment, and when we got here, the kitchen was stocked with appliances that only halfway worked. We’ve decided to live with the bathrooms for now, but the kitchen…well. We scraped up the money to replace the appliances, which turned into a massive shit-show courtesy of HomeDepot.com… but that’s another story. Frankly, I’m so fed up with the experience that I’m not likely to relate it here. Suffice it to say, don’t buy appliances from HomeDepot.com. Home Depot’s own employees (at a local store) told me the in-house joke is that online orders are “job security” because one way or another, they’re fucked up literally 100% of the time.

Anyway, we do have working appliances now. Thank God.

We also have a new veterinarian, which is good because the eldercat ran out of fluids, Lucy came down with (what seemed like) a UTI, and Quinnie has had a couple bad bouts of diarrhea – one bad enough that I took her to the kitty ER. Still not sure what’s wrong with her, but she’s wrapping up another round of medication at present, and she seems to be 100% fine and dandy. Cats, man.

All four of the critters really seem to like the new house. The cats love the stairs, and the dogs love the yard – which is fenced all the way around to the front patio, so they can really get a good loop of “chase” going on. Both dog-fatties have even lost a little weight, which is good.

As a side note: If you’re mostly following me (on any platform) because of the household animal population – or if you’d like to, going forward – you can catch me on Twitter or (more recently) Instagram. Twitter is sometimes LadyRage, but often pet pictures. Instagram is almost exclusively pet pictures. In case this matters.

Hm. What else?

I guess you might also be reading this because I write books. By way of What’s Up Next, I can offer the following:

In December, a new installment in the Wild Cards franchise hits the streets – including a story from yours truly. The book is called Mississippi Roll, and my contribution is a somewhat wacky romp called “Death on the Water” that features my (now retired) Fort Freak cop Leo and his new wife, Wanda, on board a haunted riverboat. They share the stage with a trio of ghost hunters who, um, are entirely fictitious and not all mocking re: any given TV show that my husband and I might jokingly call “Brost hunters.” Ahem.

Speaking of Wild Cards – I’ve just handed in a draft of my next piece, but I can’t tell you about that yet. If all goes according to plan, it will be inserted into one of the old volumes, as part of a future re-release. But that’s another year or two down the pike, I assume.

Production is finally getting underway on my next young adult project for Scholastic – a book called The Agony House. We don’t have a pub date yet; things have been delayed on this one, largely because my original editor left the house for another job (which happens, such is life). But my new editor is on the case, and I should have more information on that for you before terribly long. The Agony House is not related to I Am Princess X, but it *does* feature a comic/illustrated element in a similar fashion. More details to come!

And that’s all the writing news that’s fit to type, for the moment. To be honest, writing updates are probably going to be few and far between for a bit, as I’m taking a little breathing room this year – breathing room that will give me time to get some work done on the house, and take on a day job, perhaps. I could use a steadier paycheck for a bit, and some room for my brain to cool off a bit.

I’ve been in fifth gear for the last few years, and I’m looking forward to just…doing production work on the Wild Cards projects, and The Agony House, and another adult horror project from Tor called The Toll (pub date TBD). So it’s not like I’m quitting the industry and flouncing into darkness or anything. I’m just giving myself a break. Kind of.

More news as it develops.

Okay folks, that’s all I can think of, at the moment – but I *will* try to update more regularly over here, now that we’re more or less settled in. (We’ve been here about two months.) So as always, thanks for reading, and thanks for visiting this page. One way or another, I’ll see you around…

The Emerald City and Me was originally published on The Haunt*

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lady-divine-writes · 7 years

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Kurtbastian fic - “More than a Tease” (Rated T)

When Quinn takes Kurt to a theme Halloween party, he gets the chance to "face his fear". Since he can't think of one, he writes that his fear is spending an evening alone with Sebastian Smythe. It's a safe thing to say. No one has seen Sebastian since graduation, so there's no fear for Kurt to face.

Kurt has no clue that they'd actually be able to find him. (6481 words)

Written for the @kurtoberfest prompt ‘nightmare’. Warning for mention of B*laine, angst, anxiety, mention of sexual situations, and not particularly Quinn or Rachel friendly.

Read on AO3.

“Soooo, where are we going?” Kurt asks, speed-walking beside Quinn as she leads him past a handful of frat parties already in progress. It’s only going on nine o’clock in the evening, but a bunch of these parties look like they’ve gotten out of hand. Kurt and Quinn have walked by houses with one or more people hanging out of windows, one where a young man was attempting to ski off the roof, and another where a handful of drunk sorority sisters were targeting passersby with shaving cream filled balloons. Seeing as Kurt has personal experience with a variation of one of those – an experience that still haunts him - the further down the line they go, the more anxious he becomes.

“You’ll see,” she says with a self-satisfied quirk to her prim lips. She’s been keeping her answers short and sweet, not giving away a thing.

And it’s peeving Kurt off big time.

When Kurt had decided to accept Quinn’s invitation for a visit to Yale, Halloween weekend was the only time he could get off work. And that was fine. Aside from the prospect of attending the annual costume contest at Callbacks, then getting pelted by eggs on the way home, he had nothing exciting planned. Actually, considering everything that had been going on in his life lately, he’d hoped the change of pace would do him good. He knew that Quinn lived on campus, and that campus life was an alternate universe compared to what he had going for him right now – sharing a loft in Bushwick with Rachel and commuting daily to NYADA – but he definitely had a different idea of what they would be doing. As far as he knew, the students at Yale were the “cream of the crop”. The way his high school guidance counselor talked about Yale, Kurt got the impression that the school teemed with the blue blooded teenagers of America. He figured they’d spend the night handing out candy to the tiny hobgoblins of the New England elite, then maybe go to some upscale party, probably masquerade in nature, where lavish costumes a la the movie Dangerous Liaisons were required.

He didn’t think that what they’d actually be doing was crashing a kegger.

“Well, you didn’t have us get dressed in costume,” Kurt points out, his comment laced with disappointment, “so … oh please tell me we’re not going to one of those Christian redemption house things! Where they try to scare you straight with re-enactments of abortions and drug overdoses!”

“No, it’s nothing like that,” she says, having the nerve to laugh. “Who do you think I am?”

“But is it a haunted house?” Kurt asks, because he isn’t too keen on those either. He never understood the appeal of going somewhere just to get scared out of your wits. Plus, a lot of the more adult aimed haunted houses tend to be “interactive”. He swears, if someone dressed as a ghoul or a zombie gropes him in the dark, he’s reaching for his pepper spray. He doesn’t care what kind of trouble he gets into. But more worrying than that, he doesn’t want to risk getting fake blood on his jeans. That stuff never comes out.

“It’s going to be scary,” Quinn reveals, “just on a different scale.”

“Oh, God,” Kurt groans. “We’re going to do math homework. Or physics. That’s how you smart kids get your kicks, isn’t it? There’s a reason why I didn’t apply to Yale, Quinn!”

“Come along, Kurt.” She grabs his arm and pulls him along, and ow! How did he not realize before now how remarkably strong she is for her stature? “Keep moving. You’re going to enjoy yourself, I promise. And besides, it’s for charity.”

She sings that last part like it’s some huge selling point, but now that Kurt’s out of high school and no longer needs to find ways to pad his college application, he’s become a little less charitable, especially when he needs to pay rent and feed himself on a waiter’s salary.

They make their way to the end of the block, to a house that isn’t as gorily decorated as the others, and where the music is being blasted at a surprisingly reasonable level. There’s no one hanging out of the windows, no couples going at it on the front lawn, no one chucking stuff at them from off the roof.

Kurt approves.

Well, this seems okay, Kurt says to himself, thinking that maybe he should have put more trust in Quinn. This party does look to be more his speed.

“Hey, Peg!” Quinn waves at the smiling strawberry blonde standing by the open front door, greeting guests as they enter.

“Hey, Quinn!” The girl’s green eyes light up when she sees them. “I’m so glad you could make it! Who’s your friend?”

“This” - Quinn shoves Kurt forward one-handed. When did she switch from cheerleading to wrestling? - “is Kurt Hummel. He’s a friend of mine from Lima.”

“Hey.” Kurt waves uncomfortable, almost nose to nose with the girl at the door when Quinn pushes him ahead.

“Hey, Kurt.” Peg giggles, bouncing on her feet. She can’t seem to stand still for longer than three seconds at a time. She’s either really excited about the party, Kurt decides, or she’s dipped into the bowl of candy by her side one too many times.

“Why don’t you tell us what’s going on here tonight?” Quinn prompts Peg to give them a “spiel”, and Kurt gets the vague suspicion that he’s been set-up. From a quick glimpse inside, Kurt doesn’t see anyone dressed as ghouls or zombies. It doesn’t even look like anyone’s getting drunk, so that only leaves one other possibility.

They are doing something educational! Quinn! You fiend!

“Okay!” Peg claps her hands together and plants herself on her heels, and Kurt figures out the reason for her undying perkiness.

She’s a cheerleader.

“Well, the theme of tonight’s party is Face Your Fears.” Peg introduces it in a spooky voice and using spirit fingers, as if that’s going to terrify him. This girl is five foot nothing and probably 100 pounds soaking wet. “So, we’re inviting our guests to face their fears.” She thrusts specially printed name tags their way. They’re white with a bloody outline dripping in to the writing space. On the top, printed in black letters (Comic Sans, Kurt notices, and quietly judges), are the words, “My nightmare is …”

“We ask that people keep them small, you know,” Peg says. “Things you can work on locally, and tonight, if possible. Though if you’re afraid of bugs, we have a gentleman here all the way from the Museum of Natural History who’s offered to take four lucky students to the Entomology department to try and work on that. And if you’re afraid of heights, we’re having a drawing later to win a bungee jump adventure for two hosted by Luxergy.”

“Wow.” Kurt’s moderately impressed. “That’s kind of awesome. But, I’m not afraid of bugs. Or heights.”

Her left shoulder pops up in a shrug. “I’m sure you can come up with something.”

“Come on.” Quinn elbows Kurt in the side. “You came all this way. Give it a go. Write something down.”

“Yeah, yeah, alright.” Kurt bats her arm away. “Keep your angular elbows to yourself.”

Kurt looks at the bloody paper, the space inside blank as his mind has gone. He has no idea what to write. He’s only had a handful of fears. A lot of the ones he lived with growing up, he’s conquered – not having the courage to be himself, not having the strength to stand up to bullies, not getting into the college of his choice, not being able to make it on his own.

But his real fears aren’t things he can work on here, at a frat party. They’re things he may never be able to overcome.

That he could have done something to keep his mom from dying, even though he can’t imagine how.

That he’ll never make it on Broadway, no matter how hard he tries.

That Santana was right and Blaine really did move on with Dave because he was tired of him.

Everything else isn’t exactly a fear, per se. Not of nightmare proportions. More like a series of mild apprehensions, daunting though they are. But he isn’t going to open up about them, not at a Halloween party, so he puts down the first stupid thing that pops into his head. Under the heading, “My nightmare is …” Kurt writes, “spending an evening alone with Sebastian Smythe.”

Yeah, Kurt thinks, that works. Not only is it kind of true (he had once or twice wondered what might happen if the two of them ever found themselves at The Lima Bean alone together, or in the bathroom at Scandals), but good luck tracking him down. Last Kurt heard, after Sebastian graduated from Dalton, an hour later, he hopped on the first plane to Paris.

Goodbye, good riddance.

Kurt peels his name tag off its backing and carefully places it on his shirt. He watches Quinn deliberate over her own name tag, ready to poke fun at her for taking too long, when a voice in the crowd calls out, “Quinny! Hey! Quinny!”

“Quinny?” Kurt jeers, but Quinn doesn’t seem to mind the nickname. Kurt watches her pensive expression completely transform. She bites her lower lip, her cheeks pink, and a grin the size of the Holland Tunnel spreads across her face, and Kurt begins to suspect why they’re really here.

Charity, his ass!

“Hey, Quinny!” The man bounds out from the mass of people - literally jumps out of the crowd - landing so close to Kurt, he has to take a step back so as not to get tackled to the ground.

“Hey, Glenn,” Quinn says with a bat of her eyes, putting the man, panting like a puppy, out of his misery. “What’s up?”

“Not much. I’m glad you could make it. I was afraid you weren’t going to show.”

“Well, we had a few other things to do, but we managed to find time to fit you guys in.”

A few other things? Kurt scoffs silently. They’d been sitting in her room watching old show choir videos before they decided to head out, and then came straight here!

“So, have you guys had a chance to finish your name tags?”

“I haven’t,” Quinn says. “But Kurt has.”

“Oh, yeah?” Glenn’s blue eyes zero in on Kurt, glaring for a second, but he seems to determine that Kurt is no threat to him getting with Quinn, and he smiles. “Let me see!”

Glenn reaches for Kurt. Kurt nearly slaps Glenn when he grabs his shirt to take a look at his tag.

“My nightmare is spending an evening alone with Sebastian Smythe.” Glenn chuckles, but his brow wrinkles. “Wait a minute?” Kurt sees Glenn mouth the sentence, trying to put something together. “Aren’t you guys from Ohio?”

“Yeah …” Kurt looks at Quinn, who looks back at him with a confused look on her face.

“Oh, ho!” Glenn crows. “You can’t mean … yo!” Glenn turns to the crowd, cupping a hand to the side of his mouth to help his voice carry. “Seb! Sebastian Smythe! Come here, man!”

“What!?” Kurt’s heart slams to a stop. He feels his insides frost over like the Auglaize River in the dead of winter. “Wait, wait, wait ...” Kurt grabs Glenn by the arm. “No. You don’t mean … Sebastian Smythe goes to Yale?”

“Duh. He’s one of my best bros.” Glenn smiles like a jackal, the way any close friend of Sebastian’s would by default.

Kurt releases Glenn’s arm as if it had suddenly burst into flames and turns on his friend.

“Lucy Quinn Fabray!” Kurt growls. “You did not tell me that Sebastian Smythe attends Yale!”

“I didn’t know!” She laughs nervously. “It’s a big school. You could have been going here and I probably wouldn’t have known unless you outright told me.”

“What is it, Glenn?” a familiar voice - a voice Kurt had never planned on hearing again - calls above the crowd. As it comes closer, Kurt considers ducking into the group of men playing beer pong to the left of them, but he doesn’t commit to that decision quick enough. A pair of green eyes hones in on him. The smile that follows is sly, but surprisingly less predatory than Glenn’s. “Hey! Princess Hummel!” When Kurt finally sees Sebastian’s face, he looks the same as the Sebastian that Kurt remembers, minus the mile-high hair and the overly confident, conniving grin. This Sebastian has a semi-shaved head, and a more mellow demeanor. Whether it’s because he’s slightly tipsy or just slightly changed, Kurt doesn’t know. “You go here?”

“No,” Kurt replies sharply. He decides to stick to one word answers. It seems safer that way.

“Oh, yeah. That’s right. You’re going to that performing arts school. Uh …” Sebastian snaps his fingers, trying to remember the name.

“NYADA,” Kurt supplies when Sebastian’s absently snapping fingers creep closer to his face.

“That’s right. NYADA.” He points, signifying the end of his guessing with his fingernail dangerously close to Kurt’s nose. Sebastian looks around. He peeks over Kurt’s shoulder, then looks questioningly at Quinn. He scrunches his nose. “Aren’t you light about a buck sixty?”

“What?” Kurt glances down his body and puts a hand to his belly, assuming Sebastian is commenting on Kurt finally shedding his baby fat. It would be like Sebastian to pinpoint one of Kurt’s insecurities and find the need to remark about it.

“I think he’s talking about Blaine,” Quinn says helpfully.

“Oh,” Kurt says flatly, relieved, but then immediately offended again. Same diff. And of course Sebastian would be looking for Blaine. Blaine was a large part of Sebastian’s reason for loathing Kurt. Kurt wasn’t good enough for Blaine according to Sebastian, but Sebastian thought he was. “No. We’re not together anymore. I broke up with him.” Kurt adds that last part mainly so that Sebastian doesn’t get the idea that Blaine did the dumping, thus adding credibility to Sebastian’s previously held belief.

Sebastian makes an unexpectedly impressed face. “Good for you.” He punches Kurt lightly on the shoulder as if they’re friends. “I know that I kind of had the hots for him back in high school, but he really was kind of a one-trick pony. I always thought you could do so much better.”

Kurt’s jaw drops unceremoniously to his knees, but before Kurt has the chance to ask what Sebastian means by that, if he’s trying to be nice for once or if this is some new form of torment, Glenn cuts in.

“Hey, Smythe. Check out his name tag. Apparently his biggest fear is spending an evening alone with you.”

Kurt’s eyes bug out of his skull. He raises a hand to cover the tag. He had forgotten for a split second that he’d been wearing the damn thing. That the whole reason he was having this conversation with Sebastian was because of it. Jesus Christ! Couldn’t Kurt have thought up something else? Like Scottish fold kittens? Or cheesecake? If they were going to assault him with something they thought he was afraid of, he should have had the sense to pick something that would have worked in his favor.

“Is that so?” Sebastian coos at Kurt as if he’s fluffy and adorable, like the Scottish fold kitten Kurt should have said he’s afraid of. “Who knew I’d have such a lasting affect?” His eyes sparkle, too reminiscent of the way they did back in high school when he’d come up with some devious plan to manipulate the New Directions into doing whatever he wanted. But instead of getting angry at Sebastian the way Sebastian deserved, Kurt just wanted to get the hell out of there.

“It’s---it’s not that,” Kurt stammers while he considers burrowing into the floor beneath him. With the help of adrenaline, he’s pretty sure he can make it through the wood boards using brute hand strength. It’s the concrete foundation of the house that might prove a bit tricky. “It’s just …”

“So, Sebastian. You gonna help this poor guy out?” Glenn continues the conversation without the go ahead from Kurt, as if he’s on some sort of mission to get Kurt and Sebastian together.

“No!” Kurt yells before Sebastian can answer. “I don’t want to spend the night with him!”

Glenn shoots a look at Sebastian as if Kurt’s reaction just proved the existence of Kurt’s own made-up fear. Kurt wishes Quinn had taken them to a regular old haunted house. Being groped by zombies sounds much more fun than what’s going on presently. He turns pleading eyes on her, hoping for help, but he should have already guessed that he’d have no such luck.

“Come on, Kurt,” she prods with another elbow to his side. But she’s not looking at him. She’s trading goo-goo eyes with Glenn. “It’s for charity.”

But Kurt’s not buying it, and he’s insulted at being used as a flirtation device. “And how does that work exactly? You didn’t tell me to bring my wallet.”

“We operate through a special program called Fraternities for Change,” Glenn explains. “We turn our social status on campus into a power for good. For every person who participates …”

“A dude bro gets their wings?” Kurt finishes, unmoved by their efforts, no matter how sincere, as long as the outcome equals spend an evening alone with Sebastian Smythe.

“No. Our parent organization and the alumni have pledged a donation to the charity of our choice,” Sebastian pitches in. “My parents have promised to match what we make here tonight. A lot of the guys’ folks have.”

“And which charity is that?” Quinn asks, as if she doesn’t already know. Kurt crosses his arms, preparing to remain immune. He doesn’t care what tree-hugging, whale protecting, children feeding, grass roots organization this frat is cutting a check to, Kurt refuses to be a part of it.

“The ACLU.”

Kurt opens his mouth to object sarcastically, but he can’t since the ACLU is one of his all-time favorite organizations. If he was ever going to part with any of his own hard-earned cash in support of a cause, the ACLU would definitely be among his top 5, tied somewhere between the Born this Way Foundation and The Trevor Project.

Damn it.

Kurt sighs. How did a promising Halloween-slash-vacation turn into such a disaster?

Kurt looks from Glenn’s eager face, to Quinn’s superior smile, then finally to Sebastian’s amused but unassuming grin. So, this is what between a rock and a hard place looks like? Kurt thought he’d visited there many times before, but obviously not.

Strange that Sebastian’s expression should be the most sympathetic of the three. He’s the only person staring at Kurt who doesn’t seem to have a hidden agenda.

“Fine,” Kurt concedes. “I’ll do it.”

“Excellent.” Glenn rubs his hands together like an old timey villain. “So, whaddya say, Seb? Ready to help this nice young man conquer his biggest fear?”

“Absolutely.” Sebastian slaps a hand down on Kurt’s shoulder, fixing him with a devilish look to match Glenn’s. “Kurt Hummel? For one whole night, you are mine.”

“Great.” Kurt quickly makes a mental note to re-write his will … and scratch Quinn out of it. “I can’t wait.”

***

Kurt and Sebastian agree to meet at eight o’clock the following evening in Quinn’s room. She has a fairly large suite with a flat screen TV and its own kitchenette, enviable by dorm room standards. If NYADA offered rooms like this one at a price he could afford, Kurt would jump at it in a minute. Living in the loft, even with its massive amount of space, has begun to wear on him. It’s drafty in the winter, hot in the summer, the walls cry when it rains, and the neighborhood keeps him on edge. Besides, it would be nice to live closer to Vogue and to school. He could participate more with the happenings on campus, delve deeper into the college experience, make a few more friends than he has now.

Then maybe he’d have something better to do during his free time than to nurse Rachel’s ego.

Kurt has the room to himself since Quinn doesn’t have a roommate this semester. But also, to smooth the process along, Glenn asked Quinn out on a date, and Quinn accepted, solely for the purpose of helping Kurt out, of course. Kurt was astounded by Quinn’s behavior at the party. She seemed more than happy to toss Kurt to the wolves in an effort to get a date with this man.

What in the heck happened to her between high school and college? Where had their strong, independent, ex-Cheerio who didn’t need a man in her life go?

Well, whatever. One thing’s for certain - see if Kurt ever accepts one of her invitations to Connecticut again.

The entire day, Kurt considers calling off his and Sebastian’s “date” (if it can be termed that; Kurt is hard pressed to give their arrangement a name), which would be difficult considering he told Sebastian where he was staying, but they didn’t exchange phone numbers or any other contact information. Maybe Kurt should consider not opening the door when Sebastian shows up. Or Kurt could just not be there. He could go down to the dining hall, take a trip to the mall.

Pack up his things and hop on the first train he can find back to New York.

But then there’s the fact that this is a golden (well, more like gold-plated) opportunity to get to know the man who made it his pastime to declare open season on Kurt’s self-esteem for half a year. Kurt had always wanted to know - out of sheer, morbid curiosity – what made Sebastian tick. It didn’t strike Kurt until he went from being apprehensive about Sebastian’s visit to nearly panic stricken that he didn’t know anything about the man other than he’s an ass.

The student body at Dalton spread numerous rumors about Sebastian (far and wide enough that they’d reached Kurt’s ears all the way in Lima) and what he’d been doing in France, including tales of bizarre sexual fetishes, orgies, drinking, and drugs. Then there were the stories of the heartbroken boys he’d conned out of their virginities, one who they claim Sebastian had won in a game of cards - because that kind of thing happens in France.

Kurt had also heard several stories concerning Sebastian’s father, that the man was controlling to the point of being emotionally abusive; that, as a state’s attorney, he was a heartless bastard, grooming his son to be a heartless bastard just like him in the hopes that Sebastian would someday follow in his footsteps.

Kurt had also heard somewhere that Sebastian’s father didn’t care one way or another what his son did as long as he got good grades and didn’t get arrested.

Kurt didn’t know if any of that was true, but here was his chance to get the scoop right from the horse’s mouth.

But did Kurt want it?

Sebastian had never given Kurt any indication that he was anything other than a self-centered asshole, and as Maya Angelou said, "When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time." Kurt knows Sebastian apologized, and that everything should be water under the bridge. Blaine had accepted Sebastian’s apology with practically no convincing whatsoever, regardless of the incident with the rock salt Slushie and the damage to his eye, but it’s not that simple for Kurt.

Because Blaine wasn’t the one constantly being told he wasn’t good enough for his boyfriend.

Kurt was.

And Blaine wasn’t the one biting his tongue while his boyfriend texted someone who wasn’t only openly belligerent towards him, but vying for his boyfriend’s affection behind his back.

Kurt was.

Would Kurt be a hypocrite for not giving Sebastian a second chance? Kurt was willing to give Dave another chance, and Dave had physically abused him - tossed him into dumpsters, slammed him into lockers, threw Slushies in his face, threatened his life. Sebastian had never done anything along those lines to Kurt. Scheming and blackmailing shouldn’t be counted on the same level as physical assault. Technically, what Dave Karofsky did to Kurt was worse.

Still, there was something a bit more sinister to the way Sebastian bullied Kurt as opposed to the way Dave did. Dave went after Kurt daily, ruthlessly, and for years, but Kurt wasn’t Dave’s real issue. Kurt was an outlet.

Dave hated Kurt as an extension of hating himself. Dave needed help. He needed to be educated.

Sebastian, an out and proud gay teenager who had no problem revealing his sexual orientation to anyone, simply hated Kurt – period.

Kurt sighs. How did he let himself get stuck in this situation? He didn’t have to agree to their terms. He could just as easily have written them a check for $25 and called it a day. Why did he let himself get shoehorned into an evening with Sebastian? If Sebastian was the reformed guy he claimed to be, he would have accepted no for an answer.

Wouldn’t he have?

As the clock ticks closer to eight, Kurt clutches on to the only hope he has - Sebastian could decide not to show up. That’s an option. It could happen. Kurt was never Sebastian’s type anyway. Sebastian could have agreed to this to save face in front of a friend who put him on the spot, with no intention of ever following thru. It’s reasonable. It makes sense. And Kurt wouldn’t hold it against him.

Shave-and-a-haircut tapping on the door at the stroke of eight blows that hope out of the water.

Opening the door and seeing Sebastian standing in the hallway, carrying a backpack over one shoulder, finishes it off, driving it straight into its grave.

Kurt’s stomach drops to his knees.

“Hey,” Sebastian says.

“Hey.”

“Well. I’m here.” Sebastian rolls to the balls of his feet. He looks nervous. It’s kind of … dare Kurt think … cute?

“Yes, you are,” Kurt confirms, but he doesn’t move aside to let Sebastian in. Kurt’s not convinced that Sebastian means to stay. He never struck Kurt as a guy who’d keep his word in a situation that doesn’t directly benefit him.

Sebastian would get nothing out of coming here tonight, unless …

Sebastian doesn’t expect Kurt to sleep with him, does he?

Shit! Kurt hadn’t considered that. But if there is any truth to those Dalton rumors about Sebastian and his infamous one-night stands, it would fit his m.o. Kurt normally doesn’t give weight to rumors. He’s surrounded by too many. But if interning at Vogue has taught him anything about gossip, it’s that if different people repeatedly spread the same rumor, there might be a shred of truth to it.

And Kurt has heard the rumors about Sebastian’s sex-tracurricular activities from a variety of sources.

Including Blaine.

“So …” Sebastian says, waiting patiently for Kurt to do something – either let him in or slam the door in his face.

Kurt does neither.

He looks perpetually confused.

“So … what do we do now?” Kurt asks. He assumes Sebastian will say something like, “Nothing. I showed up. I fulfilled my end of this bargain. It’s been swell, but I have to jet.”

But he doesn’t.

“We agreed that you’re mine for one night.” Sebastian pulls his backpack off his shoulder and unzips it. “So I get to choose.” He opens his bag - a bag Kurt can only imagine is filled with ropes, handcuffs, and painful sex toys.

(Yup, Kurt’s imagination might be running away from him a tad.)

When Sebastian pulls out a fistful of jewel cases, Kurt rolls his eyes. Porn. Great. Couldn’t they stream that off the Internet and save Sebastian the trouble of lugging it around? Or are these vintage?

“Okay. Movie marathon time. I brought over Star Wars, Winter Soldier, The Matrix, and District 9.”

Kurt’s eyebrows shoot up at Sebastian’s movie selection. “Come again?”

“You heard me,” Sebastian says, weeding his way into the room. “Though I kind of have you pegged for a Winter Soldier man. I figure the whole Sebastian Stan smoky eye thing really gets you going.” Sebastian drops his backpack on the floor by Quinn’s futon and starts making himself at home, toeing off his sneakers and tossing off his jacket. The top of Sebastian’s backpack unzipped and hanging open, Kurt tries to sneak a peek at what else might be in there, what instruments of torture. The movies are a prelude, right? A vanilla, false sense of security before the salvo begins? “So, should I make some popcorn or something?”

“Oh, uh … I don’t think Quinn has any …”

“No probs. I brought some.” Sebastian swings back around and grabs his bag, making Kurt, who’d been concentrating on it a little too hard, jump. “I’ll pop it in the microwave, no pun intended, put on a movie … oh, and we can play cards.”

“Cards!?”

“Yeah. I brought an UNO deck. You do know how to play UNO, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do, but …”

“Great!” Sebastian tosses the deck Kurt’s way, chuckling when Kurt flails to catch it. “Let the fun begin!”

Four hours they spend watching movies and playing UNO, but they don’t really carry on a conversation. Sebastian tries. He talks about what he’s been doing since high school, his major in college, the last vacation he took, the last movie he saw. And Kurt listens, but he doesn’t ask questions, doesn’t offer any insights into his own life thus far. Kurt is sort of stunned by this, by him. He’ll acknowledge that, whatever Sebastian believes is going on between them, he’s making a concerted effort to be friendly, but Kurt can’t seem to reciprocate. Then Sebastian says something about Blaine, and Kurt tunes him out the way he usually does at the mention of that name.

Kurt can’t seem to get comfortable with the idea of Sebastian being there, of Sebastian being nice to him, of him and Sebastian having anything in common, which they do. Ironically, they do. Kurt can’t help seeing this whole evening as the precursor to something else, some insidious plot.

He’s waiting for the anvil to drop, because there has to be one hanging overhead somewhere where Sebastian is involved.

The credits roll on District 9 and Sebastian yawns. He rolls his shoulders back, which realigns his spine (evidenced by the loud cracking in his back). He glances down at his phone sitting by his right knee and honestly looks surprised. “Wow! It’s after midnight. Who would have guessed, huh?”

“Yeah,” Kurt agrees, nodding like a bobble head on the dash of a moving car. “I thought Quinn would be back by now, but …”

Sebastian mirrors Kurt’s space-filler nod, but when Kurt doesn’t complete his sentence, Sebastian sighs. It’s a sigh that sounds like Sebastian expected something more, but he’s come to the realization that he’s not going to get it. “Well, it’s getting late. I think I’m going to head out, if that’s alright by you.”

Kurt watches Sebastian collect his stuff, bewildered at how this night is ending. Kurt should feel relieved, right? He expected the worst case scenario, but he has to admit, he got one of the best.

Why does he feel so disappointed?

Maybe because the great Sebastian Smythe didn’t live up to Kurt’s adolescent expectations. He didn’t show up spewing vitriol, but he didn’t ply Kurt with lame pick-up lines or try to force himself on him, either.

What did Kurt want from Sebastian anyway?

“Wait …” Kurt follows Sebastian off the futon. “That’s … that’s it?”

“Yeah,” Sebastian says, buttoning up his jacket. “Why? What were you expecting?”

“I … I don’t know,” Kurt lies, because he sure as hell had a few ideas, some that almost had him searching Quinn’s medicine cabinet, praying he’d stumble across a prescription bottle of valium. Right before Sebastian showed up, some of those ideas involved whips, handcuffs, and cell phone videos Kurt would be paying his entire life not to have uploaded to the Internet. “I didn’t expect you to be a tremendous nerd, for one.”

“Hey” - Sebastian throws his backpack strap over his shoulder - “I’m a geek. Not a nerd. Learn your terminology before you try to insult me. Though ...” He waves a hand in front of his nose “… that cologne you seem to spray on everything did that first. And you said I bathe in CW.”

“Hold---hold on a second. I don’t …”

Sebastian stops at the door with Kurt trailing behind. “Don’t what? Don’t want me to leave. Awww, shucks. I didn’t think you’d be such a softie.”

“No, no, it’s not that. It’s just that I thought …”

“Yeah?” Sebastian raises an eyebrow. A hesitation passes between them. It starts with the expression on Sebastian’s face that stops Kurt’s confession in its tracks, because the way Sebastian is looking at Kurt leads Kurt to believe that the next sentence out of his mouth may hurt Sebastian’s feelings.

“Well, I thought … you were … going to make me have sex with you or something.”

From the way Sebastian’s smile dips, then slides up again, but only in one corner, Kurt knows he was right about hurting Sebastian’s feelings. That smirk is Sebastian’s first line of defense. He’s constructing a wall, and like a master brick layer, he’s had plenty of practice. “You thought I was going to come to your room and perpetrate sexual assault?”

“No,” Kurt answers quickly, horrified with himself for how terrible it sounds because, yes, that’s kind of exactly what he pictured. “I just thought … well, you kind of have a reputation.”

Sebastian’s smirk carves itself deeper into his face. “How do you know my reputation? You didn’t even know I was here.”

“But, that whole thing in high school with Blaine, constantly trying to tear us apart and stuff ...”

“That was high school, and I was kind of an insecure jerk. I’m big enough to admit that. I thought that maybe, of all people, you’d get that.” Sebastian looks down at his shoes, his eyes burning holes in the toes. “Do you think I don’t know how much of a bastard I was to you in high school?” Sebastian runs a hand through his hair, sorting through his thoughts for a better apology. “Well, I do. And I had no idea how in the world I’d be able to make that up to you. I thought you’d never really forgive me.”

“I did forgive you,” Kurt says, but it sounds about as believable as the time he tried to convince everybody that he was straight.

“No, you didn’t,” Sebastian says. “Blaine did, but not you. But after I found out that you forgave that hulking behemoth Dave after everything he did to you, I thought you’d be able to forgive me, too. That maybe we could start at the beginning and become friends, leave the drama of high school behind.” Sebastian sighs. He shakes his head. “You have no idea how hard I’ve tried to get away from Dalton, those rumors, and … and everything.”

Kurt feels like dirt because he does know. He knows exactly what it’s like to try and leave something behind you just to have it show up at your front door when you least expect it. Try as he might to leave Lima and McKinley to the past, they always seem to find a way to drop in on him and scramble his life around, usually in the form of a person that he’d thought he’d never see again.

Santana.

Sue Sylvester.

And now Sebastian.

But where the first two he could do without, he’s finding that he should have given consideration to the third, especially compared to how Sebastian re-entered his life as opposed to the others.

Santana and Sue barged into Kurt’s world, declared residency, then went back to business as usual as if they had never left Ohio.

Sebastian, on the other hand, approached Kurt with a smile on his face and a compliment in his mouth. And yet Kurt accommodated the other two and remained suspicious of Sebastian. Why? Why did he do that?

“I’m sorry,” Kurt says. “I---I shouldn’t have assumed.”

“No,” Sebastian says, raising his eyes to look at Kurt, his face solemn, “you shouldn’t have. Because then you might have enjoyed yourself tonight. But I guess that’s why you were afraid of me, huh?”

“I wasn’t really afraid of you,” Kurt admits. “I just wrote that because I couldn’t think of anything else to write. And I never thought they’d be able to find you.”

“Fair enough. But let me ask you an honest question …”

Kurt braces himself for Sebastian to ask him if he wants to be his friend. Does he want to start at the beginning and get to know him? Because after that confession, his answer is yes. Absolutely.

But, in what’s becoming true Sebastian form, throwing Kurt a curve ball when he’s expecting a fast ball, that’s not what Sebastian asks.

“Do you want to have sex with me?”

Kurt sucks in a breath, but he doesn’t answer right away. Yes? No? How does he answer that question? Has he ever thought about it? Yes, he has. Would he ever act on it? Even for a one-night stand? Possibly. He’s not sure. He never thought he’d ever be confronted with the option, so he never thought it through well enough to come up with an answer.

The one he does come up with sucks ass, and not in a good way.

“I guess. I mean, I was kind of curious what all the fuss was about.”

Sebastian nods, tight jaw tightening more, and inside Kurt’s chest, his lungs freeze, trying its best to strangle him before he says anything else offensive. Because not until that moment does it dawn on Kurt that Sebastian’s question wasn’t meant as an offer. It was a test, Sebastian trying to find out which camp Kurt belongs in – the one with people who want to be his friends, or the one where people get with him on reputation alone.

And, thoughtlessly, Kurt failed that test.

“Ask a stupid question,” Sebastian mutters, opening the front door. “Goodbye, Kurt. I’ll see you around.” Sebastian walks through the door and shuts it behind him, leaving Kurt at a loss for words, especially since Kurt doesn’t go to Yale.

So no, Sebastian won’t be seeing him around.

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Mendonca on Wembley hat-trick, death threats and working for Nissan

Clive Mendonca is a difficult man to trace, partly because he has no desire to be found. Five years ago there was even a campaign for social media, #FindMendonca, which produced a lonely photo.

For Sunderland in Wembley, Charlton plays Sunderland in a repeat of the game, the biggest play-off final of them all. Clive Mendonca scored a hat trick against Sunderland in 1998 "

Mendonca scored a hat trick against Sunderland in 1998"

<img id = "i-a25cc756e1a055b2" src = "https://dailym.ai/2Wm1nyh "height =" 337 "width =" 306 "alt =" His Wembley treble helped Charlton win the Premier League promotion "

<img id =" i-a25cc756e1a055b2 "src =" https: / /i.dailymail.co.uk/1s/2019/05/24/20/13924704-0-image-m-11_1558725141021.jpg "height =" 337 "width =" 306 "alt =" His triple Wembley helped Charlton promote to win for the Premier League "

Clive Mendonca scored a hat trick against Sunderland to help Charlton win promotion in 1998

It was in 1998, 21 years ago and with a place in it in the Premier League, Mendonca, the Sunderland fan, scored a hat trick for Charlton in a 4-4 tie before scoring again in an epic 7-6 shootout win. Killing threats followed.

So where do we find him? In Sunderland of course.

A father of two, married to his childhood sweetheart and now a grandfather at 50, Mendonca is a fascinating company.

In a few hours he will clock to Nissan and work until midnight. In his own words, there are times when the & # 39; f ****** hard & # 39; is, especially given the popularity of the career he had.

But earlier, when he enters the pub where we meet on a sunny morning in Boldon Colliery, his shoulders drop, hands in the pockets. He does not give the impression that he wants to be here in particular. Then he lives within fifteen minutes.

Now he is out of his chair, his shoulders no longer fall away. They are lifted, as if they are pinning to defend, while their hands feel for his opponent. Goal scorers are unique, instinctive individuals.

At the moment, lost in himself, Mendonca is unrecognizable from the retired, long-retired footballer a few minutes earlier.

Mendonca was a supporter of Sunderland but the striker received death threats from fellow fans "

Mendonca was a supporter from Sunderland, but the striker received death threats from fellow fans, his hat-trick goal playing on the screen, a brilliant salvo after he somehow caught a bullet-like episode in the six-yard box. fresh air.

& # 39; BANG! & # 39; he echoes, his accent an unmistakable Mackem. The repetition begins. Watch my touch, it comes to me at the right speed. the touch of your life Then step in!

& # 39; My mate was in Mexico, a huge Sunderland fan, listening to the BBC World Service. He says it comes across: "MENDONCA! IT IS WORLD CLASS OF MENDONCA! "

That goal made it 4-4 in the 103rd minute. Earlier we saw his first for 1-0, a cream finish after the Bergkamp-like turn.

& # 39; See the turn, I give Jody Craddock a treat there. Pause it now. Time stands still for me, one on one with the goalkeeper, I gave him eyes and smeared it over my body – I did it always done. & # 39; Again, he recreates the finish like a child in the playground, & # 39; Whoosh! & # 39;

We press play. Niall Quinn levels with a header and Kevin Phillips calls Sunderland for 2-1 Then in the 71st minute, Mendonca shoots over Darren Williams, checks with his stallions and rolls the ball into the bottom corner.

& # 39; take it down, he is off when he does. The control with the stallions, it's hard that, not big-headed or owt. I went crazy here, pure emotion. "

Within two minutes, Quinn made it 3-2 by peeling Danny Mills on the back post. & # 39; Millsy wants to shoot. We worked so hard to get Quinny from you. (19459007)

The fifty-year-old Mendonca viewed images of his famous hat-trick with Craig Hope (right) "class =" blkBorder img-share "/

<img id = "i-fb7e357aed9e9481" src = "https://dailym.ai/2M6VZez a-14_1558725393578.jpg "height =" 423 "width =" 634 "alt ="] Fifty-year-old Mendonca returned images of his famous hat-trick with Craig Hope (right)

Then, at 85 minutes, Charlton defends Richard Rufus heads in for 3-3, and so extra time and Nicky Summerbee smash for 4-3 to Sunderland. Mendonca is wary, as if he were in 1998.

& # 39; All I think now is: get me the ball, I need the ball to score. & # 39; His teammates commit and after that touch, rotatable and salvo, he only scores the second hat trick in a Wembley final since the Geoff Hurst of England in 1966.

Punishments. Mendonca comes first. & # 39; Turn up the volume, & # 39; I have instructions. & # 39; Listen to the sound, man. That walk to the end of Sunderland, including my own family, I've never heard of it that way. It was frightening. The only thing I could think of was: "Just put it in the f ****** – net". & # 39; Upper corner. That cost a bottle? & # 39; Aye.

Then the iconic gun-swinging celebration is for Sunderland fans. I regret that. I'm a boy from Sunderland. I love Sunderland. If I could go back and change one thing …

& # 39; But I'll explain the story. A trialist had brought out the weapons after scoring in the training, was just dead excited. It was hilarious. Every time I scored, the boys said, "Take the weapons out." For some reason I did it for the first time. I now think to myself: "Why?" It ended them, I understand that. "

After 13 successful penalties, Michael Gray, who went to the same school as Mendonca, had to score Sunderland. We are watching him throw the right at goalkeeper Sasa Ilic.

& # 39; God … our girl could have saved that, you could see his body language: "I don't want to take this."

<img id = "i-624b507ab5bb3481" src = "https: // i.dailymail.co.uk/1s/2019/05/24/20/13924686-0-image-a-13_1558725390516.jpg "height =" 441 "width =" 634 "alt =" Mendonca said in a Sportsmail interview : & # 39; My biggest regret is never playing for Sunderland & # 39; & # 39; & # 39; & # 39; & # 39; & # 39; & # 39; & # 39; "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "

Charlton was in the Premier League. Sunderland boss Peter Reid, who last summer Mendonca had crossed but Phillips had signed instead.

I shook my hand but I had the time to prove Sunderland that season. I was dying to say, "Why didn't you sign me? "My biggest regret is that I never play for Sunderland. I would have liked to play with Quinny in that team."

Not that the Sunderland fans showed him much love after the game: & # 39; There were death threats, yes, and the press found out. I was upset when the headlines went over after I scored a hat trick. However, I did not notice it.

& # 39; Everyone says that, even now, but it never happened. & # 39;

& # 39; It has been a long time since I have seen it. My mother is the type of woman. If you put her offside, she is immediately in the area to turn yours off. Our estate was pretty rough. I heard through the grapevine that all sorts of things were going to happen to me, but when I came back and walked into the pub, they all shook my hand

Mendonca and his wife went on vacation to Cyprus. & # 39; Who do we clash with? Micky Gray! He is gone, "you are the last person I want to see!" "

Mendonca considers the fine line between success and failure."

Mendonca considers the fine line between success and failure. & # 39; It was the biggest game of my life, but if I overlooked the decisive punishment, even after the hat trick, it would have been the worst of all. & # 39;

Striker Mendonca, photographed during the Wembley celebration, played for Charlton from 1997 to 2002 Striker Mendonca, photographed during Wembley , played for Charlton from 1997 to 2002

Striker Mendonca, photographed at Wembley, played for Charlton from 1997 to 2002

Mendonca traces the scars on his eyelid and follows the scars serrated wounds to his cheek.

A few years earlier, he and Grimsby teammate Paul Futcher had been involved in a frontal car accident in heavy fog

& Futch thought I was dead. I was the passenger and took the brunt. I went knocked out. It was awful. There was a skin in front of the windshield.

& # 39; Do you see that scar? Last year, no lies, I grabbed a piece of glass from my face. I was in some form or another. I was lucky enough to survive. & # 39;

Mendonca & s entire life seems, it seems, to have been a story of survival. Born in London, I moved to Sunderland at the age of two and have not seen his father since those early years.

& # 39; The best thing I have ever done was to get away from Sunderland at the age of 16. My life was not the best growth. My mother had to look after my sisters. I really led my own life.

& # 39; My friends were locked up. I was with our girl, even then she was upset dead, but I told her we would be together, I just had to leave, so I signed for Sheffield United. & # 39;

There were spells on Doncaster, Rotherham and Grimsby before they signed for Charlton under Alan Curbishley for a club record of £ 700,000 in 1997.

& # 39; I knew nowt about London. Curbs picked me up and brought me around. He said, "This is Chigwell." Me and our girl loved Birds of a Feather. So I said, "Where do Sharon and Tracey live?" I couldn't stop laughing. & # 39;

<img id = "i-2e9585cc1aadf539" src = "https://dailym.ai/2Wm1o5j" height = "423" width = "634" alt = "Mendonca works for Nissan and lives in Sunderland, without a mobile phone or email address "<img id =" i-2e9585cc1aadf539 "src =" https://dailym.ai/2M9d2wt /13925382-0-image-a-17_1558725779450.jpg "height =" 423 "width =" 634 "alt =" <img id = "i-2e9585cc1aadf539" src = "https://dailym.ai/2uS4u1n 1s / 2019/05/24/20 / 13925382-0-image-a-17_1558725779450.jpg "height =" 423 "width =" 634 "alt =" <img id = "i-2e9585cc1aadf539" src = "https: / /i.dailymail.co.uk/1s/2019/05/24/20/13925382-0-image-a-17_1558725779450.jpg "height =" 423 "width =" 634 "alt =" Mendonca works for Nissan and lives in Sunderland, without a mobile phone

& Charlie Mendonca learned that his uncle, Ivor Mendonca, e and famous wicket keeper from the West Indies. . I thought "eh?" I never had contact with my father, so I had no idea. I asked my mother and she said, "Ah yes, your father's brother was very good at cricket!"

Mendonca scored 28 times in that season and won another hat-trick in the first ever Premier League game in The Valley during a 5-0 win over Southampton.

That is why he was elected Charlton & # 39; s greatest cult hero in the 2004 BBC poll. I won the same honor with Grimsby, the only player with two clubs. Charlton, however, was relegated and Mendonca retired at the age of 32 due to an injury.

& # 39; I had to accept it, but I wish I would take care of my money. It's hard, from Wembley to a production line. But that was my fault, I just have to keep going. "

We now take a walk around Sunderland's iconic Penshaw monument. So, how does this feel, review the past?

& # 39; I am never interviewed, I always keep it for myself. I never look at my goals and there is nothing of football in the house. I just think it's my past life.

& # 39; But this has stirred the emotions. I am proud, very That match was my decisive moment, all years of hard work, God paid me back that day, it was just a shame that it was against Sunderland! & # 39;

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The Northside Serpent: Part 8

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A week after the Southsiders transferred to Riverdale High everything was pretty normal but at the same time not normal. I was hanging out with my Southside friends mostly and my Northside friends were starting to worry about me. The Serpents were transitioning well now that they had their own little safe haven in the school. Sweet Pea actually tried out for the basketball team and obviously made it. He was great at it and it made him happy to knock over some Bulldogs during practice, especially Reggie.

Right now Riverdale was getting ready to celebrate its founder General Augustus Pickens. I was in class with Jughead and he was on his laptop working on his book probably. Cheryl was giving a big speech about how it was her great great grandfather that actually discovered Riverdale or something like that I don’t know, tune her out since she does this every year. Thank god the bell rang to save us from this hell. Sweet Pea was at basketball practice and I was going to watch him along with Toni and Fangs.

“Sweets is amazing!” I said with a huge smile.

“Yeah, he’s great now can you please focus on helping us with homework?” Toni asked rolling her eyes.

“Right sorry, I’m just really glad you guys are here.” I said giving them an apologetic smile. During the practice I help the two with their homework making sure they understood what was going on but I also watched Pea practice. Once practice was over Sweet Pea jogged up to us and sat down on the bleachers next to me.

“Hey babe.” He said slightly out of breath.

“Hey, you were great.” I said and kissed his cheek, his skin was salty from the sweat but I didn’t care.

“Stop distracting Quinny! She’s helping us with homework!” Fangs said annoyed at Sweets.

“Relax Fangs, you guys have me till at least eight.” I said looking at my phone. I texted my dad earlier telling him I had to tutor some kids and he said it was fine but I had to be home no later than eight.

“Great! Then let’s go to the Wyrm and you can help all of us, plus we can eat.” Toni said packing up her things.

“Great idea!” I smiled and we all packed up our stuff. We walked out to the parking lot and Kevin was waiting by the car for me, shoot I forgot to text him!

“Y/N!” He called over to me.

“I’ll be right back, sorry guys.” I said and walked over to my brother.

“I’ve been waiting forever, where have you been?” Kevin asked.

“I forgot to text you, I’m sorry but I need to tutor them so I’m going to the Wyrm to help them and eat.”

“Does dad know?”

“He knows I’m tutoring some kids but he doesn’t know their Serpents…” I said playing with my fingers.

“Y/N…”

“Kev, I’ll be fine. Sweets will drop me off after, dad said to be home by eight so I will, I promise. Please don’t tell him who I’m tutoring.” I begged him.

“He’s going to find out and you know it.” Kevin sighed.

“Then I’ll deal with it when he does but you won’t tell him, right?”

“I won’t tell him.” He finally said and I smiled and hugged him.

“Thanks Kev! I love you.” I said pulling away.

“Love you too sis…” He said and I walked back to my friends.

We drove to the Wyrm and I spent the few hours I had helping them catch up. It was a little hard for them since Southside High didn’t actually do much teaching but they were getting the hang of it and that’s all that matters. I looked down at my phone and noticed it was almost eight.

“Shit, guy I gotta go. If I’m late my dad will kill me.” I said putting my stuff away.

“Aww really? I was just getting the hang of it!” Fangs wined.

“I promise during any free periods tomorrow I’ll help you guys more but I really gotta go.” I said getting up.

“I’ll drive you.” Sweets said also packing up his stuff and getting up. I smiled and grabbed his hand.

“See you guys tomorrow!” I called over my shoulder and the two young Serpents were making kissy faces at us. Sweets and I walked outside and we got on his bike. He drove me to the end of my block just like last time so my dad wouldn’t see and I hopped off. Sweets grabbed my arm and pulled me to him.

“What about my goodnight kiss?” He asked with a pout. I giggled and leaned up to place my lips on his. He pulled me closer and went to deepen the kiss but I pulled away.

“Sweets I love you but I really can’t be making out with you right now, especially when my house is a few feet away.” He groaned and placed his head in my neck and started kissing it.

“Pea, seriously I need to go if you ever want to see me again.” I said trying to push him off.

“Noooooo…” He said like a small child whos toy got taken away. I giggled and pulled it face up to look at me.

“I promise, we’ll have a day all to ourselves soon, okay?” I said with a smile and he nodded.

“I’ll hold you to that.” I smiled and pecked his lips once more before getting out of his grip and walking home.

“You’re late.” My dad said as soon as I walked in the door.

“I know, I’m sorry but I’m not that late! I just lost track of time…” I said placing my bag down.

“Who were you tutoring?” He asked as I walked to the stairs.

“Just some students.” I said with a shrug.

“Southsiders?” He asked and I froze. Did Kevin tell him?

“N-no…” I stuttered a bit. He sighed and shook his head.

“I told you to stay away from them.” He said annoyed.

“They’re my friends! And my teachers asked me to since I am an A+ student!” I said, it wasn’t a lie, every single one of my teachers noticed I hung out with them and they asked me to help them.

“Well as your father, I’m telling you that you can’t.” I rolled my eyes.

“Too bad, they go to my school now dad and I’m not going to just sit there and let my friends fail because they went to a shitty school!” I said crossing my arms.

“Watch your language!”

“Whatever, I’m tried so I’m going to bed.” I said and turned around and walked up to my room.

The next day I woke up and I was feeling like dressing in something really cute. I put on a gray long sleeve shirt with a cute pink cat in a pumpkin wearing a witch hat, a pair of thigh high stocking with a cross on them, a pair of black shorts with crossed on them to hold up the stockings, a pair of pink heels, and I curled my hair a bit and put a black bow in.

For makeup I did pink and a sparkly purple eyeshadow with a cat eyeliner, and a nice pink lipstick.

I usually dress in darker clothing but something about today made me really want to dress in something really cute. Kevin drove us to school and I asked him if he told dad that I was tutoring the Serpents and he said no. I’ll believe him for now since I don’t have any proof that Kevin told him.

After school Kevin dragged me into the student lounge where Betty, Veronica, and Jughead were sitting. Betty told us how she found her long lost brother and now he’s living with them. She took out her phone and showed us a picture of him.

“Well, he's very fetching for someone who was living on Skid Row.” Veronica said and handed the phone to Kevin.

“Yeah, he's a hottie who looks incredibly familiar to me, by the way.” Kevin said and handed the phone back to Betty.

“Your adventures in the woods?” Jughead asked.

“I don't know, but maybe if we were allowed to meet this hottie in person.” My brother said with a smiled and I laughed a bit.

“Chic's still acclimating. And I'm trying to get him to trust me, but my mom is treating him like he's a ten-year-old and my dad's acting like he's the devil's spawn.” Betty said with a sigh.

“Well, I have an amazing idea.” Veronica said and we all looked at her.

“Bring The Omen to Pickens Day and we can all meet him. Everyone's coming, right?” She asked with a smile.

“No, because the Serpents weren't invited.” Jughead said.

“The Serpents were specifically asked to come.” Veronica corrected him.

“Yeah, to provide security. It's like we're all on the Snowpiercer train, but the Serpents happen to be the ones eating the cockroaches.” I rolled my eyes at Jughead overdramatic nature.

“You don't have to work if you don't want to.” Veronica said.

“The damage, as they say, has already been done.” Jughead said and grabbed his bag.

“Talk to you guys later.” He said getting up.

“Plans with Toni?” Betty asked with a hint of jealousy.

“Uh, yeah, I'm interviewing her grandfather for my oral history report. The oldest living Serpent.” He said.

“Can I come?” I asked with a smile.

“Sure.” He smiled and I grabbed my bag and the two of us walked to Toni’s grandfather trailer.

“So you and Toni hooked up?” I asked.

“It was a one time thing…” Jughead said.

“Oh I know, Toni is more into girls so I don’t know why she hooked up with you.” I said with a smirk.

“Hey!” Jughead shoved me a little and we laughed. Once we got there Toni was waiting outside for us.

“You brought Quinny!” She said happily and hugged me.

“And she’s dressed like a fairy threw up on her…?” Toni said confused and looked me up and down.

“Leave me alone, I woke up wanting to wear pink for some reason.”

“I didn’t say I hate it, just use to you wearing dark colors.” She smiled and we walked inside.

“Grandpa, this is Jughead and this is Quinny, or Y/N.” Toni said introducing us.

“It’s nice to meet you.” I said with a smile. The four of us sat down.

“Thanks again for meeting with me. Toni told me that you're one of the founding members of the Serpents.” Jughead asked and Toni and I sat next to him.

“Yes. The snake, the laws, it's all based on Uktena tradition.” Toni’s grandfather said.

“Who were the Uktena?” Jughead asked while writing down notes.

“Uktena is a serpent, a horned serpent, a water serpent. Before there was a Riverdale, all this land belonged to the Uktena.” Her grandfather said.

“How did the Uktena evolve into the Serpents?” Jughead asked and He laughed.

“The Uktena, we didn't evolve. We were all slaughtered.” Jughead and I looked at Toni shocked then back at her grandfather.

“When my grandpa was a baby, there was a raid, and it was led by your hero over there, General Pickens. The battle, if you want to call it that only lasted for 12 minutes, but the slaughter was total and savage.” He explained.

“The General Pickens whose statue stands proudly in Pickens Park?” Jughead asked confused.

“Yes, and every year the Northside honors this man who massacred children. When my grandpa died, we formed the Serpents as a way to keep the family together.”

“How do people not know about this?” I asked confused.

“Well, some do, but-” Her grandfather tailed off.

“t's called the whitewashing of history. What, did you think Jason Blossom was the first person to be murdered in Riverdale?” Toni asked adding her usual sass.

Once Jughead was done with the interview I had to meet Kevin at Pop’s for dinner. We worked on our homework together and it was nice. Until he called Betty to tell her that her brother was a cam-boy. That kind of ruined my appetite. Other than that everything was great. We finished then went home.

“You’re coming to see me wrestle tomorrow before school right?” Kevin asked me and I smiled.

“Of course Kev!” I said and he hugged me. We went upstairs and went to bed.

The next day I had to wake up early and I was still in the mood to wear color. So I put on a black crop top, a mint greenish blueish overall skirt, some skeleton leggings, some turquoise creepers, some cute cross earrings, and finished it off with putting my hair in a bun and putting a big bow on.

For makeup I did and black and silver sparkly eye with winged liner and a turquoise lipstick.

I walked down stairs and Kevin and I got in the car while dad got in his police cruiser. We got to school and dad and I walked to the gym and Kevin walked into the locker room to get changed. We bother watched my brother take down Archie a couple of times and it was kind of funny to watch. After dad had to go to work and Kevin and I were meeting Betty in the blue and gold.

“It felt so good, Betty. It's like, yeah, Archie, you have the physique of a 1970s porn star, but that doesn't mean you can wrestle.” Kevin said with a huge smile on his face.

“Speaking of porn stars…” Betty said.

“Did you get lost down a webcam rabbit hole last night?” I smacked Kevin.

“Ew!” I said cringing.

“It's fascinating. I brought Chic home to help my mom without knowing who he was, and now to find out he's actually multiple people, performing online. How do I broach that with him? Do I broach that with him?” Betty asked and before either one of us could answer Jughead knocked on the door and came in.

“Hey, am I interrupting?” He asked.

“Yeah, kinda…”

“No.” The two said at the same time.

“I just wanted to run some stuff by you, but I can come back.” Jug said awkwardly.

“No, no, no, it's fine.” Kevin said getting up.

“I should go find Sweets, have you seen him?” I asked Jughead.

“Uh, yeah, he’s by his locker with Toni and Fangs.”

“Great! Thanks!” I smiled and walked out the room.

“Hey cutie.” I smiled walking up behind Sweet Pea.

“Hey babe.” He smiled pulling me around in front of him.

“Whoa, still in a colorful mood I see.” Toni said with a smirk. I just shrugged with a smile.

“Yeah, don’t really know why but I’m just feeling colorful!”

“Well I think you look great in anything babe.” Sweet Pea said and kissed my head.

“You two are disgustingly cute.” Fangs said in fake disgust.

“Shut up.” Sweet Pea smirked and shoved him.

“So are you guys going to Pickens Day?” I asked.

“We were asked to work, but I doubt we will.” Fangs said annoyed.

“Are you going?” Toni asked.

“Have to, my dad is making me.” I said rolling my eyes.

“Maybe I can meet up with you guys after?” I asked.

“Of course babe.” Sweets said and kissed me while Toni and Fangs made bafing noises.

The rest of the week was interesting with Jughead’s article out about what really happened. But it was finally Pickens Day and I was there with my brother and father. Kevin had gotten us some fair food and I was really happy since fair food is amazing.

“I’m gonna go talk to Cheryl.” I said to my dad and brother.

“Okay, have fun honey.” My dad said with a smile.

“Hey Cheryl!” I said walking up to her.

“Y/N/N! Hey.” She smiled back.

“I would hug you but I don’t want this candy apple to get stuck in you hair or something.” I laughed and nodded. The two of us talked for a bit until Fred Andrews came on stage.

“Hello, Riverdale. Happy Pickens Day. On behalf of Lodge Industries and Andrews Construction, we are thrilled to kick things off with a new twist on an old favorite. So, Veronica and the Pussycats.” He said and Cheryl and I looked at each other confused then looked at Josie. Veronica started singing and during her singing he Serpents walked up holding sighs and some had tape over their mouth. I smiled at them and looked over at Cheryl expecting her to be annoyed but she shoved her candy apple to her mother and grabbed my hand. She dragged me to the front and smiled at the Serpents.

“Toni? Jughead? What the hell is going on?” Veronica asked as the music stopped.

“We're here representing the dead and the silenced. Pickens Day is a lie. General Pickens slaughtered the Uktena tribe, my grandfather's family. And this land, the land that we're standing on, the land that will soon give way to a new Southside, was stolen from them. And we can't bring them back, but we can and we must honor them.” Toni said and Cheryl nodded.

“What gave you a change of heart?” I whispered to her.

“My family did this…” She said and I smiled proudly at her and wrapped my arm around her.

“Hey, folks, hi. Uh I think we can all be proud to live in a Riverdale where young people stand up for justice. Where a young woman can defend the honor and legacy of her grandfather. And where we can celebrate the living legacy of the Uktena, who contribute to the rich tapestry that is Riverdale, that is the Southside and that will be SoDale. So let's hear a round of applause for that, am I right?” Hiram Lodge said and everyone cheered. Toni looked around annoyed and disappointed. After that the Serpents left and I left with them, hopefully without my dad noticing.

“I can’t believe them!” Sweet Pea said pissed and punched a wall.

“Their Northsiders, what do you expect?” Toni said also pissed.

During the next few hours I tried to keep Sweet Pea calm, which was probably the hardest thing to do. Unfortunately my dad noticed I left and said I need to go home now. I sighed and got up.

“I’m sorry but I have to go.” I said sadly.

“I’ll take you home.” Sweets said but I shook my head.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea right now.” I said stopping him.

“She’s right Pea.” Toni said backing me up.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” I said and they nodded. Sweet Pea walked me outside and pulled me to him.

“I’m sorry you had to see me so angry…”

“I don’t blame you babe.” I said placing my hand on his face.

“I love you.” He said and I smiled.

“I love you you too.” I stood on my tip toes and placed my lips on his.

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