Hi I was wondering if you were still taking requests for glee?
I am! Not a lot of people have been sending me stuff and on Wattpad I’m currently writing a Sex Lives of College Girls book so if you have any requests for glee, send them my way!
Your favorite writers have stopped updating, not returned from hiatus, or simply deactivated altogether, because they get no support.
If you're one of the people who goes to X writer's inbox and says "I know I don't reblog from you-" lemme just stop you right there.
We have lives. We have duties, things to do, responsibilities, because a big chunk of us are adults. It's okay that you have other things, that you're not always available, that you might be going through something and can't always read or reblog everything. Writers get that.
But no writer wants to see you tell them "Hey, I know I don't reblog from you!"
They know. They're in a slump for a reason. The reason isn't you not reblogging or supporting them, the reason is hardly anyone doing it.
And if you go to them and wave the "hey!! I don't reblog from you even though it's all you ask in return for your free work!" card, chances are, the writer will be upset. They can't very well point out how tactless you're being, because then they might just be cancelled or called out for being rude to you when you are deliberately being tone-deaf to their situation as well.
Like you, writers have lives outside. Writers have jobs, or are searching for them; they have worries, duties, things going on, worries, etc.
The difference is they sit for hours upon hours to write, while it would only take you between a second and a minute to reblog.
Reblogging is absolutely not difficult. Fast reblogging is incredibly quick and practical, but "slow" reblogging isn't slow either. You don't even have to add a comment to the reblog, an empty reblog is just as appreciated.
Supporting your writers is literally not difficult, and if you as a reader and as a consumer aren't going to do it, then it's totally fine if you choose not to. Your life, your blog, your choice.
But don't go at a writer to remind them "Hey I know I'm among the people who doesn't support you but I still like what you write" and expect them to be overwhelmed with joy without feeling the slightest tinge of resentment.
Likes do nothing!!!
If you're in the position to support a writer, do it. It's not hard.
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Y/N's mom looked at her sympathetically. "Yeah. She said that she needs to be anywhere but here. She's going to have an answer by the end of the day today."
Quinn's heart dropped to her stomach. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She needed Y/N to stay. She was not going to get through the year without the girl who held her heart. She began to hyperventilate. Y/N's mom went to put a hand on the blonde's shoulder but she quickly turned and sprinted back to her car, getting in and speeding home.
An hour passed after Quinn got home and she had yet to leave her room. She sat on her bed staring at her phone, waiting for anything. Her phone pinged but it was once again Finn asking for an update. She texted him back telling him that she has heard nothing. She got up from her bed and into her closet to put a hoodie of Y/N's on. She stole it back a few months beforehand when they had gone to the movies.
Y/N and Quinn stood in front of each other on opposite sides of Y/N's bed. "Quinn, give it up. You aren't going to win this." Quinn smirked, holding onto the hoodie. "I'll give it up when you admit that you're actually straight. But we both know that's not gonna happen." Y/N sighed and went to lunge for the blonde, who slipped out of the taller girl's grasp easily and went to hide downstairs. Y/N laughed and went to find the blonde "hiding" in the kitchen before scooping her up in her arms and running to the couch.
Quinn squealed and giggled the whole way to the living room before getting smushed by her taller friend. "Okay! I give! You can have your hoodie." Y/N smirked before kissing the girl's cheek. "Nah. You can add it to your collection that I know you have in the back corner of your closet."
Quinn gasped. "How did you know about that?" Y/N smiled at the girl. "I have my ways. And also, the hoodie looks better on you than it ever has on me." Quinn blushed. "Stop flattering me." Y/N shook her head. "Never."
Quinn took a deep breath looking at her phone with the text that she was dreading.
Mrs. Y/L/N: She's decided to stay in California. I'm sorry Quinn. She told me to tell you that this is going to help her and that this isn't goodbye.
Quinn cried herself to sleep that night.
*Time jump to 3X08*
Quinn had been through a lot in the past couple of years. Having Beth, quitting Cheerios, two more failed relationships, her skank phase, it had been a lot. Her mom had taken her back in after her kicking her dad out. Her life was back on the right track, it was just missing one piece though.
Y/N.
She had heard from Y/N through Y/N's mom about how life in California was treating her. Y/N had been going to therapy and was getting exponentially better at handling her depression and anxiety and Quinn couldn't be prouder. It would be a lot better if she had been hearing it from the girl herself, but she was taking what she could get.
She was currently sitting in the bleachers by the football field because she couldn't stomach seeing Sam again. She was between watching the Cheerios practice and reading some passage for her college English class when a voice pulled her out of her thoughts.
"So, wanna explain why I had to ask five different people where you were or are you gonna come hug your best friend?"
Quinn froze. She didn't wanna look up just in case it wasn't real. "No. You're not here. You're still in California. There's no way."
"Well, if you decide to look up anytime soon Lucy Q, you'll see I am in fact very real."
Quinn finally looked up and standing at the bottom of the bleachers, draped in a leather jacket and sunglasses, was the one person she had been aching to see for the past two years.
Y/N was tanner, taller, more muscular, and tattooed from what Quinn could see on her hands. And there she was, standing with that stupid smirk on her face.
Schoolwork be damned, Quinn shot up and sprinted down the stairs to jump into Y/N's arms. Y/N caught her easily and laughed. "Hi Lucy Q. I've missed you tremendously." Quinn buried her face in Y/N's neck, tears welling up in her eyes. She couldn't believe that she was actually holding Y/N in her arms again.
She began to cry as Y/N calmed her down. "Shhhh, I'm here now Quinn. I'm not leaving again." Quinn looked at her with tears streaming down her face. "How? What?" Y/N chuckled. "Let's just say that someone saw how you were dealing and decided to make things right." She pointed off to the side.
Quinn looked and saw a familiar mohawked boy standing off the the side. He smiled at her and nodded at Y/N before walking off. Y/N rubbed Quinn's back as she held on tighter. "Okay, we do need to talk though Q. So let's talk."
Quinn nodded and allowed Y/N to carry her back to her spot. She refused to leave Y/N's embrace and the girl got comfortable with the blonde on her lap. Quinn started. "Why did you leave?"
Y/N sighed. "Because I couldn't bear the thought of losing you and leaving was easier. California was a go-to because Bryan is there and he took me in without question. He knew what I was going through and became my safe space. He's the one who told me to go to therapy and he is the one who convinced me to come back."
Quinn nodded. "I get all of that but I wasn't going to leave you." Y/N shrugged. "I didn't want to risk it." Quinn settled back into Y/N's neck. She grabbed Y/N's hand and began to trace the tattoo of the rose there. Y/N watched the girl's movements. "And plus, I couldn't leave my favorite girl here to graduate by herself. So I had to come back"
Quinn blushed and burrowed further into Y/N's neck. "Have your feelings for me changed Y/N?" Y/N sighed. Quinn braced herself for the worst.
"No. Granted, I did try to date but no one was you. My feelings for you are still as strong as they were when I left two years ago." Quinn's heart began to race. "Puck filled me in on what was happening with you the past two years. He showed me a picture of Beth. She's beautiful, just like her mama." Quinn smiled at the thought of the tiny blonde. "He also told me about you and Finn and you and that Sam kid. Now, that was a hot damn mess."
Quinn giggled. "I also tried dating. But the same thing happened to me. They weren't you." Y/N froze. "W-what?"
Quinn cupped Y/N's face, taking the sunglasses off of her face, looking into her Y/E/C eyes.
"Y/N, I love you. I'm in love with you. I fell in love with you ever since that day in middle school when you punched Azimio and Karofsky for calling me fat. I knew then that there wasn't anyone else I wanted to be with. I was scared of admitting my sexuality but I can now say that I am extremely confident with how I feel about you and I am more than willing to show everyone in McKinley who I want to be with and who I belong to."
Y/N looked at the blonde shocked. "You love me?" Quinn giggled. "Of course, idiot."
The blonde leaned forward and pressed her lips to Y/N's, fireworks exploding behind her eyelids. For Y/N, everything was falling back into place. The pair kissed until air was needed. Quinn pulled away first, watching Y/N chase her lips. The blonde giggled and pecked her lips and then her nose.
A throat cleared as the two looked down to Finn with a dopey smile on his face. "Well, well, well, look what the Puck dragged in." Y/N smiled and set Quinn in the seat next to her as she ran down to embrace the taller boy. "Finn Hudson, dopey as ever. I missed you, man!" Finn smiled as he hugged the girl back.
He looked up at the blonde watching on fondly. "You guys good? Ready to go back to the choir room?" Y/N looked up at Quinn and smiled.
"Yeah, we are."
The trio walked off as Y/N pulled Quinn into her side. “So, what’s this I heard about Santana kicking your ass?” Quinn scoffed.
"I'm sorry Q, the story will be on the blogosphere by tomorrow."
Finn spoke up. "How do you know?" Sue sighed. "Jacob Ben Israel. He told me he has three credited sources. Berry being one of them seeing as I found her panties in his locker. I don't know about the other two."
Quinn felt like she couldn't breathe. Y/N was looking at the girl who had become her best friend and who she also . "Quinn, breathe." She rubbed her back. The blonde leaned toward Finn as he kissed her head. "It's going to be okay Quinn. I promise." Y/N nodded as Puck spoke up. "Well, I think I know who one of the sources is." Everyone turned to the mohawked boy. "You do?" He nodded. "It's pretty obvious when the source is the first one who comforted Quinn."
Everyone froze and looked at Y/N. The girl looked confused. "What are you talking about, Puck?" The boy smirked. "I saw you talking to JBI the other day in the hallway. What was that about?" The girl scoffed. "I was telling him back off of the Glee club. He kept following me and Mercedes around the other day and wouldn't leave us alone. And what exactly would I get out of telling JBI?"
"Quinn in your arms instead of Finn's. I mean, you are in love with her right? That's what I heard you say the other day to Santana." Y/N froze. All eyes were on Y/N, especially Quinn's. "Y/N, what is he talking about?" Y/N quickly stood. "I gotta go." She sped to the door to the choir room as Mr. Schue tried to stop her. "Y/N!" But the girl was already gone.
A week had passed and no one had heard from Y/N. Quinn had tried multiple times, sending the girl hundreds of texts and dozens of missed calls but nothing. She had broken up with Finn the day after the incident saying she had things to figure out. The boy took it surprisingly well, saying that he knew that the two girls were meant for each other the day that Y/N threatened him about dating the blonde.
Once word got out that the couple had broken up, Puck tried to make a move on Quinn, only for the girl to reject him, irritating him. Rachel had been walking down the hall, also trying to get a hold of Y/N, when she overheard Puck talking to another football player. She stood kind of to the side as she listened.
"I don't know what it's going to take dude. I managed to get rid of the dyke, but that's all Quinn has been worried about." Rachel gasped and took out her phone to record. "I just wish it was as easy to get back into Quinn's pants as it was to frame Y/N about JBI." Rachel smiled and walked off, plan already forming in her head.
Puck walked into the choir room with his signature smirk on his face. That smirk was wiped from his face as soon as he looked up from his phone to see every member (except Y/N) looking at him with a glare. "What's up guys? Why do all of you look pissed?" Santana spoke up. "I knew you were an ass Puck, but I didn't think you'd stoop this low."
He became extremely confused at this point. "What are you talking about?" Rachel held her phone up. "I recorded a very interesting conversation today Puck, involving you and a teammate of yours. If you remember correctly, you were talking about Y/N."
All color drained from Puck's face. Rachel pressed play. "I just wish it was as easy to get back into Quinn's pants as it was to frame Y/N about JBI." Puck looked extremely guilty. "Mind sharing with the group what you meant?" He stuttered. Matt, Finn, and Mike surrounded him.
He stuttered. "I-I didn't mean anything. It was a joke." Matt pushed him to sit in a chair. "I thought you might say that. Jacob!" A flustered and nervous Jacob Ben Israel walked into the choir room. Rachel gave her most charming smile to the boy. "Tell everyone what you told me earlier, Jacob."
The boy fidgeted before answering. "Puck cornered me last week before I was confronted by Coach Sylvester about the story. He confirmed that Quinn was pregnant and he told me that if anyone asked, Y/N told me. He said something about making Quinn his girlfriend and that he wasn't going to let Y/N get in the way."
Puck froze. He had been outed. Finn spoke up. "I cannot believe you would do this. Actually, I can." "Finn, let me handle it." The one person Puck did not want to face came and stood in front of him. "You really thought that I was going to get into a relationship with you after everything you've done to me?" Quinn's eyes held an extreme amount of anger as she looked down at the boy.
"You got me drunk on wine coolers and basically took advantage of me and told yourself, 'Yeah. Quinn is definitely going to want to be my girlfriend'?" He went to say something when a hand connected with his cheek. "And then you went and hurt my best friend probably beyond repair. God, you really are a pig."
Quinn grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer to her. "I want you to listen very carefully, Puckerman. You better hope that Y/N is physically and mentally okay because if she is not, you will experience my wrath like you have never experienced it before." She shoved him back before grabbing her Cheerios bag and car keys.
"I'm going to get our girl back. Wish me luck."
After what seemed like forever, Quinn was standing on Y/N's doorstep. She was hyping herself up to ring the doorbell. Negative thoughts plagued her head as she stood there. What if Y/N didn't want to come back? What if she never wanted to see Quinn ever again? Or worse, what if she hurt herself?
Y/N had a history with her mental health. Quinn knew better than anyone. The girl had suffered with depression and really bad anxiety. When they were back in middle school, Y/N got so bad to the point where she self-harmed. Quinn had been the one to walk in on her doing it and immediately knew that seeing her best friend like that was one of the worst pains in the world.
After that incident, Quinn made it her job to make sure that Y/N never got to that dark place again and along the way, developed feelings for the girl. Yes, it was shocking to hear that Y/N was also in love with her seeing as Quinn seemed straight. Finn was just Quinn's beard, and in return, Quinn was his shield while he dealt with his feelings for Rachel.
When Quinn told him that she was pregnant, he knew something was up because they hadn't had sex yet and when Quinn brought up the hot tub, he DEFINITELY knew something was up. Then and there, Quinn spilled the beans about Puck and Finn took it surprisingly well.
(If you consider Quinn having to physically restrain him from going to kill Puck "surprisingly well")
As the negative thoughts plagued Quinn's mind, the front door opened to reveal Y/N's mom. "Oh, hi Quinn. What can I do for you?" Quinn took a deep breath. "Is Y/N home? I need to see her." Y/N's mom looked at the girl sympathetically. "Oh, did she not tell you?" Quinn looked at the older woman confused. "Tell me what?"
"She's in California with her brother. She's been there for the past week and Quinn, she's thinking of moving there."
TBC..........(Let me know if I should do a part 2)
Quinn was the first to wake up the next morning. She was being spooned by Y/N who was being spooned by Brittany who was being spooned by Santana. She smiled at the sight of her girls and went to lay back down when she felt something poking her in the back.
Confused, she reached back and felt Y/N's hardness. She gasped and then smirked gently palming her through her pajama pants. Y/N squirmed a little then stilled. Brittany was the next to wake, quickly followed by Santana. "Good morning Quinnie." Quinn quickly shushed both girls and nodded her head toward where her hand was.
The girls looked and smirked. Quinn began stroking Y/N as the girl squirmed and stretched, her eyes fluttering open. "Good morning baby." Brittany said. "Mmm, good morning to you too." Y/N's voice was rough with sleep. Quinn got a little more bold and slipped her hand into Y/N's boxers, grabbing the warm stalk of meat. Y/N threw her head back and moaned.
"Jesus Quinn." The blonde smirked and began to stroke faster. Santana had moved behind Y/N, kissing her neck. "You like that baby? You like how Quinn is stroking your cock? You gonna cum all over her hand?" Y/N whimpered at the Latina's words. Quinn felt Brittany behind her as she whispered in her ear
"You're doing so good Quinnie. You're making our girl feel so good." Quinn sighed at the blondes words and focused on her job of making Y/N cum. Y/N began to thrust into her hand and moan. "Fuck Quinn I'm gonna cum." Quin smiled and gently squeezed Y/N's shaft as the girl's cock pulsed before shooting hot white streaks on Quinn's hand. Y/N laid back panting as the girls looked at her lovingly. "God that was hot baby. We should do that more often." Y/N chuckled softly. "Maybe so Britt. Now how about pancakes?"
Y/N pulled into her driveway with a smile on her face. She now had 3 beautiful girlfriends who actually liked her. She couldn't believe it. She walked into her house and started to get stuff ready for their movie night when a knock on her front door was heard. Thinking it was the girls, she went and opened the door only to find Puck and Finn. "Um, hi guys. How can I help you two?" The boys glared at the girl. "Stay away from our girls freak. They don't want you. They are only leading you on. Consider this us helping you." Y/N looked confused. "I'm sorry, what?" Puck groaned. "Are you hard of hearing or something? Stay away from our girls, or we will make your life hell. Last warning." Someone cleared their throat behind the boys. They turned to see Russell Fabray. "What do you boys think you're doing?"
Finn paled at the sight of the man. "Um, we were just giving Y/N here advice." Russell chuckled. "Really? That's not what it sounded like. It sounded like you two were threatening her." Puck whined. "Come on Mr. Fabray, do you blame us? She took our girls from us. She's a freak." Russell shook his head. "I don't believe that they were ever "your girls" if they didn't really date you two. Now, leave my daughter's girlfriend alone or else she's probably gonna kick your asses." As if on cue, Quinn pulled up and got out of her car, Santana and Brittany in tow. "What the hell is going on here?" Santana asked. Russell spoke up. "It seems that these two were harassing Y/N. I pulled up from work when I saw them talking to her." Finn whined. "We want you two back. We learned our lesson. Now how about you guys drop the freak, and we go have some fun?" Quinn glared at the two and they paled.
"Let me tell you two one more time since your brains can't seem to process what we've been telling you. We never were your girls. You two treated Santana and I like shit. And need I remind you Finn that you cheated on me with Rachel?" Russell turned to the boy. "You cheated on my daughter?" Finn stuttered. Santana pushed past the two idiots who were speechless to pull Y/N in her arms. "Brittany, text Mike and Matt to tell them that from now on, these two get slushy showers every day followed by visits to the dumpster. And also tell them to spread the word that Y/N is off limits. For everyone."
She glared at the two football players who had yet to leave. Russell took both of them by their shoulders. "I'll take care of these two. You girls go relax okay?" He kissed Quinn's head and smiled at the other three girls. "And Y/N? If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to come talk to me or Judy or any of the girl's parents okay?" Y/N nodded against Santana's chest as he led the two glaring boys away from the house. Quinn rubbed Y/N's back as Brittany pressed a kiss to her head. "Why don't we go inside and have our movie night?" Y/N nodded and allowed the girls to lead her inside.
Y/N led them through a tour of her house. Her family was wealthy and so they had a pretty big house. The girls were speechless. It was a beautiful house. Finishing the tour, she led the girls into the theater room.
"Woah babe. This is amazing." Santana said. Y/N smiled. "Thank you princesa. Now, what movie do we want to watch?"
As the credits rolled on "The Princess and the Frog", the girls looked down to see Y/N asleep. They mentally "awwed" at the sight. The girl looked so peaceful. Quinn pushed back the girl's flattened hair and leaned down to kiss her on the head. Brittany spoke up. "I wish she didn't go through what she went through. If we had told her sooner we would have been able to stop some of it." Santana pecked Brittany's cheek. "It's okay now baby. She's ours. We will protect her." Quinn smiled at her girls and felt Y/N begin to stir. "Mmm what'd I miss?" The girls smiled at the girl. "Nothing much baby. Ready for bed?" Y/N nodded and snuggles into Quinn's chest. They all giggled as Quinn scooped up Y/N and Santana turned everything off.
In Y/N's room, Quinn laid her on her bed as the girls got dressed for bed. They all found some of Y/N's t-shirts and slipped into bed next to the girl. Y/N latched onto the nearest girl who happened to be Brittany. She smiled and planted a kiss on her forehead. Y/N mumbled something before fully falling asleep, the girls not far behind her.
Y/N turned confused until a certain blonde came strutting towards her. She smiled at the sight of Quinn Fabray, in all her glory, glaring at kids in the hall to get out of her way as she made her way to the taller girl. Y/N smiled at the blonde. "Fabray, what can I do for you this lovely Lima morning, milady?"
The blonde smiled up at the girl. "You are such a dork." Y/N laughed and kissed Quinn's forehead. "I do what I can to make you happy." She reached down to intertwine their fingers as they walked to the choir room. Quinn looked up at the girl. "You keep doing what you're doing then because you make me extremely happy."
Once in the choir room, the couple made their way to their usual seats in the back. Santana and Brittany soon joined them as Mr. Schue began the lesson. Halfway through the lesson, a girl walked in all smiles and sunshine. "Hi! I'm looking for Mr. Schuester?"
The man smiled. "That would be me. How can I help you?" "I'm Sara and I'm wanting to join the Glee club!" Everyone sat shocked at someone wanting to join the club. Mr. Schue chuckled. "Alright, do you have something prepared?" Sara nodded and handed some music to Brad. Quinn leaned into Y/N. "Do you think she's gonna be good?" Y/N shrugged. "Can't be any worse than Sugar so we'll see."
Turns out, there can be someone worse than Sugar Motta. Sara was awful but still, Mr. Schue let her in the club. Sara excitedly squealed and went to take a seat in front of Quinn and Y/N. She looked up at the two, smiling at Quinn and winking at Y/N. Quinn glared at Sara before looking at Y/N who just looked confused.
After Schue dismissed them, Sara approached Y/N, with Quinn standing behind her. "So, Y/N, right? Do you wanna hang out? Maybe give me some private singing lessons?" Y/N backed up into Quinn, who grabbed a handful of Y/N's hoodie. "Uh, I'm not too fantastic at singing. I'm more of a dancer but I'm sure Rachel could give you some lessons."
Sara didn't stop. "How about some dancing lessons then? I could ask for the dance room and you and I could do them there." Quinn finally spoke up. "Yeah, I don't think so. My girlfriend isn't giving you any type of lessons." Sara glared at the blonde before turning to Y/N and smiling. "I'll see you around, sweetie." She winked and walked out of the choir room, leaving behind a fuming Quinn and a confused Y/N.
"What the fuck just happened?"
This went on for weeks, Sara lingering around Y/N, trying to make a move on her. Y/N, being the person she is, kept letting her down as easy as she could but there's only so much a person can take. Quinn on the other hand, was one step away from murder. Y/N was the one good thing she currently had in her life (besides being on the Cheerios again) and how dare this slut think she can take her girlfriend from her? She was going to have to up her "clingy girlfriend" game.
Y/N was at her locker taking out the books that she needed for the upcoming classes when Sara slid up to her. "Hi hot stuff. Where's the girlfriend today?" Y/N rolled her eyes. "Something about the Cheerios. She should be almost done." Sara smirked. "So, she just left you for someone to snatch you up?"
At that moment, Quinn made her appearance. "Well no one can snatch her up if she doesn't let them." Y/N smiled at the blonde girl, thanking whoever was up there that she decided to make her presence known. Sara glared at the blonde who turned to Y/N and planted her lips on hers in a steamy kiss. Y/N groaned into the kiss and chased Quinn's lips as the girl pulled away.
Sara stood fuming as Quinn smirked at her. "Now, if you'll excuse us, we have to get to class." She grabbed Y/N's arm and dragged her with her. Y/N followed in a lustful daze, eyes glued to the swaying skirt on Quinn's hips.
Y/N waited in the hall as the last of the Cheerios filed out of the locker room before making her way into said locker room to find her girlfriend. Quinn was putting the last of her things in her bag when Y/N came up behind her and wrapped her arms around her waist. She smiled and leaned back into the embrace. "I'm almost ready and then we can leave." Y/N smirked and began to kiss Quinn's neck.
She sighed and leaned her neck to the side to give Y/N more room. "Take off your clothes." Quinn froze. "W-what?" Y/N smiled. "You heard me. I told you to take off your clothes." Quinn blushed. "But, we are in public. Someone can see." Y/N played with the bottom of the Cheerio skirt. "I don't care, I need to be inside of you Quinn so we can do this the easy way or the hard way."
Quinn shivered as she slowly took the uniform off. Y/N smirked and laid the blonde down on the bench, sliding her panties off. "God, you're already soaked, Peach. This just for me?" Quinn nodded frantically. "Yes. Just for you, Y/N." Y/N tsked. "That's not my name, Peach. You know better." Quinn whimpered as Y/N ran a finger up her soaked folds. "I'm sorry Daddy. It's all for you."
Y/N smirked before latching on to Quinn's clit. Quinn all but screamed at the sensation as she tangled her fingers in Y/N's hair. Out of all the guys she had dated up to this point, Y/N went down on her more than the others combined. Puck was a "fuck-and-run" guy, Sam tried but never succeeded, and Finn never knew what he was doing. Quinn's very first orgasm came at the mouth of Y/N.
Two fingers slid into her as Y/N began to stretch Quinn for her cock. Y/N was definitely bigger than the other guys too. It kind of scared Quinn the first time they had sex but now she was hooked. The pace went faster as Y/N went between sucking the blonde's clit and thrusting her fingers faster. The familiar knot in Quinn's stomach was about to explode as she tensed up. "Is my princess about to cum?"
Quinn nodded as the knot exploded and she saw stars. With a chant of Y/N's name, she came all over her fingers and face. As she recovered, Y/N unbuckled her belt and pulled her cock out. Just the sight made Quinn's mouth water. Y/N settled in between Quinn's legs and ran her tip through the soaked folds.
"I will let you suck me off when we get to my place but I have to be inside of you, baby." Quinn nodded as Y/N slid in slowly, letting Quinn adjust. The groan that left Y/N's lips made Quinn even wetter. She knows that she is the only one who can make Y/N feel like this. She has the girl pussy whipped for god's sake.
Y/N began to thrust slowly as Quinn moaned and whimpered below her. "God, Quinn you drive me fucking crazy. That Sara chick has nothing on you baby. I only have eyes for you. Only you can make me feel this good. God, I get hard just by the thought of you." Quinn melted under the praise.
"God, your pussy is so fucking good. Fuck, Quinn." Quinn's nails dragged down Y/N's back as the tip of her cock hit the sweet spot inside of Quinn. "Fuck, Daddy, can I cum? Please let me cum?" Y/N nodded as Quinn finally let go, covering Y/N's dick in her cum. The tightness was becoming too much for Y/N to bear.
"Jesus fuck." Y/N's thrusts were becoming sloppier and faster. "Stay just like that, Peach. God, I'm gonna fill this pretty pussy up." Quinn leaned up to Y/N's ear. "Cum in me, Daddy. I wanna feel it dripping out of me." Y/N's eyes squeezed tightly shut. "Oh god, here it comes. Here it fucking comes, baby. I'm gonna cum so hard."
With a last, hard thrust, Y/N released her load into Quinn, the other girl moaning at the feeling. Once her balls were basically drained, Y/N pulled out of Quinn, groaning at the sight of their mixed cum dripping out of the blonde. "Fuck. That was so hot. You're so lucky I can't get you pregnant because that would've done it." Quinn giggled and peppered kisses all over Y/N's face.
"Now, let's get out of here so I can taste your cock."
The two got dressed and walked out of the locker room to head to Y/N's car only to find Sara in the hallway, looking traumatized. Quinn smirked. "Looks like she's all mine. Now back off of her and leave us alone." Sara nodded and ran off in the other direction. Y/N laughed. "I think you scared her babe." Quinn looked up at the girl. "Good. Now, come on. You're about to get the best road head of your life."
Y/N groaned as Quinn dragged her to her car, giggling all the while.
It’s worse than that. That wasn’t a rubber bullet, that was another tear gas canister–you can see it a few seconds later in the footage when the camera pans over to the advancing cops.
And they shot him in the crotch with it.
If I were feeling charitable I’d say that the cop who fired the shell was aiming for center of mass and miscalculated the distance and hit the guy low.
But I’m not feeling charitable. It’s clear that was a deliberate malicious attack designed to hurt the guy as badly as possible with the weapon at hand. The goal was to cause him pain and intimidate bystanders.
Also get to know your street medics and maybe buy them a drink later. They’ll often be the ones picking you up and making sure you’re good after this shit happens
Allow demonstrators to take action without fear of immediate identification. If you choose to wear a mask, wear it right.
Cover Up
It is not enough to half cover your face. Even if you get away, the police may use photos or videos to charge you later. Cover your hair, face, arms and hands. Cloth gloves are the best. Take out piercings. Make sure there are no identifying features on your clothes, shoes or backpack. If you bring any materials with you, wipe them down first with rubbing alcohol first to get the prints off. Don’t bring anything you don’t need.
Stay Tight
If possible, come to a demonstration with a small group of people you trust. Choose your crew based on shared intentions, not just friendship. You’re here to have each other’s back in the streets and follow up if one of you gets arrested or hurt. Strangers needs to protect each other too. Stay physically close, do not spread out, so that if police try to enter the crowd, you can “accidentally” get in their way. The front of the march might need to slow down while the back catches up. Stay moving, though: a tight, mobile crowd is difficult to surround or disperse.
Plan Your Exit
Always wear “civilian clothes” under your hoodie so you can de-bloc and blend in a crowd or smoothly walk away. Keep an eye out for danger zones and escape routes. If things heat up, stay calm and act decisively. Commit to your exit when you decide you’re done. Sometimes you have to sprint and hide; sometimes you just step onto the sidewalk and remove your mask. You can de-bloc in the middle of a friendly crowd if you’re sure you are well-screened.
Keep It Quiet
Bragging and storytelling are natural but they are easy to use against us. If you have to talk, choose someone trustworthy who was with you in the streets. Don’t post anything on facebook you wouldn’t show to a cop. Same goes for Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr. Remember the police will read your texts and call-log if they arrest you.
Never, Ever Snitch
If arrested, invoke your right to remain silent. Name, address and no more.
Captioned under request.
Ok, here’s a thing to remember: the cops do not give a shit about anyone’s rights. They hate your right to remain silent. They despise your lawyer. The only thing cops give a shit about is getting *caught* violating your rights… And then, only if it has consequences.
Do not trust a cop. Do not give them anything. Ever.
The Titans were in need of a kicker after Kurt quit the team. If you asked her, that was the reason Y/N was trying out. If you asked Matt, Mike, or Puck, the reason she was trying out was to finally shut Finn Hudson up once and for all. The oaf had made Y/N his latest target to pick on. Mainly because he knew of her crush on his girlfriend Quinn. He liked to rub it in her face that HE was dating her and not Y/N. She couldn't take any more of it. So she decided that she was gonna be McKinley's next kicker.
Puck, Mike, and Matt had tried to talk Y/N out of it but to no avail. So, being the good friends they are, they decided to help Y/N. As they took to the field to help her practice, Sue and the Cheerios had made their way out to do their cardio for the day. The group on the field failed to notice a certain head cheerleader watching them practice along with Santana and Brittany. "Ah, so looks like Y/N is trying out for the team. That's hot." Santana said. Brittany giggled and agreed. "Do you think she'll help me achieve my perfect record of making out with everyone at school?" Quinn's head whipped around. "What?" "Yeah. I have a list of everyone I've made out with and she's not on it. It would mean a lot if she said yes." Quinn shook her head in disbelief before going back to watching the group. Suddenly, a voice called out from behind them. "Hey babe!" Quinn mentally groaned as Santana did it loudly for her. Finn walked up to the trio smiling. He leaned down to kiss Quinn but she turned her head, making him collide with her cheek. "Brittany, Santana." Santana gave him a fake smile as Brittany did the same. "I'm gonna go ask her."
Before Quinn could protest, both Santana and Brittany ran off in the direction of Y/N and the boys. Finn looked where the girls where headed and scoffed. "What's that freak doing out here?" Quinn glared at him. "She's trying out for your team. You need a kicker do you not?" Finn's jaw dropped. "Yeah. But we don't need a fucking dyke on our team. People aren't gonna take us seriously!" He whined. Quinn sighed. "Finn. They don't take you seriously now. What makes you think that's gonna change if a girl joins the team?" Finn groaned. "I'm gonna go give her a piece of my fucking mind. Dykes don't belong on the team." Finn stormed off as Quinn followed after him.
Y/N was talking to Santana and Brittany about things when Finn walked up to them. "Finnocence. Can't you see me and B are trying to seal the deal here?" Finn glared at the two. "And I don't give a flying fuck Lopez. I'm more worried about the fact that there's a dyke freak trying out for my team." Y/N rolled her eyes. "Because you guys suck and need a kicker. That's where I step in Hudson because obviously you can't lead us to a win." Finn scoffed. "I'm the best quarterback this school has ever had. And if you're only trying out for kicker, then why are you also throwing the ball around? It's called kicker, not quarterback." Puck spoke up. "Because idiot, we know Tanaka is gonna test her other skills. And maybe, if we're lucky, he might realize that she's a better quarterback than you."
Finn lunged at the mohawked boy before Y/N shoved him back. "Leave the fucking field Finn. We're done talking to you." He glared at her before turning to Quinn. "Let's go." Quinn stood there not moving. "Quinn. Let's go!" Quinn put on her ice queen glare and turned to the boy. "No Finn. I still have stuff to do. You can go." Finn stood in shock and stormed off to his car. Santana and Brittany looked at Y/N. They were extremely turned on. "So Y/N, does our offer still stand?" Y/N smirked. "Totally." Both Brittany and Santana kissed her cheek before running off.
Puck slapped Y/N on the shoulder. "Good for you dude." Y/N smirked before looking at Quinn who was glaring at her. "What Fabray? Jealous?" Quinn glared at the girl before running off. Matt spoke up. "What's got her panties in a bunch?" Y/N shrugged. "I don't know. Let's get back to practice though."
Y/N followed the boys to their locker room to get their stuff. No one was at school so it would be fine and Y/N was already cool with the team. When they all walked in, they heard groaning and moaning. They all looked at each other and poked their heads around the column of lockers to find a shocking scene.
Finn Hudson was fucking a cheerleader that wasn't Quinn Fabray. All four people witnessing was shocked. Y/N felt anger course through her veins. How dare this idiot cheat on Quinn. Y/N pulled out her phone and snapped a few pictures and videos before all four of them hauled ass out of the locker room.
They ran all the way to Y/N's car. "Holy fuck. What the fuck just happened?" Y/N was still shocked. Puck was angry. "He's a fucking idiot for cheating on her. She needs to know. Hey, maybe if you tell her Y/N she'll give you a chance!" Y/N looked at him. "Are you serious Puck? Really?"
Two days later, after a successful tryout on Y/N's part, pictures of Finn and the girl fucking in the locker room were posted all over the school. Y/N was standing at her locker getting her books when Santana and Brittany walked up to her. "So. We had fun at Breadstix last night. You're actually really cool." Y/N smiled at the girls. "Thank you Santana. And Brittany I hope your record is now perfect." The blonde smiled and nodded. "All thanks to you. Also, have you seen Quinn? I wanna check up on her." Y/N shook her head. "No. It sucks though. Finn is an idiot." Santana nodded. "But hey, you get to have a chance with her." Y/N giggled and shut her locker. "You're starting to sound like Puck." The three walked off to class, not knowing that two people had overheard their conversation.
Y/N was walking to class texting Puck about the game when she was yanked into an empty classroom. "Hey what the fu-!" She was cut off by a hand on her mouth. "Shhh or we'll get in trouble." Y/N finally processed who yanked her in the room. "Quinn?" The blonde smiled at the girl and took her hand off her mouth. "Hi." Y/N smiled at the girl's shyness. "Hi. What's going on? Why did you yank me in here?" Quinn didn't say anything and just pressed her lips against Y/N's. Y/N kissed back almost instantly. The pair pulled away when air was a necessity. "I broke it off with Finn. I wanted to thank you for those pictures." Y/N stuttered before Quinn cut her off again. "Puck told me after I grilled him about it." Y/N's jaw dropped. "That snitch." Quinn giggled. "No. You should thank him. By the way, I'm gonna be cheering for you and only you tonight." She walked off swaying her hips as Y/N watched mesmerized. God, she couldn't wait for tonight.
The game was going awful. Every time Y/N stepped onto the field, Finn would do something to get her tackled. She was hurting all over and Coach kept yelling at Finn and Y/N was getting stressed. She sat on the bench cradling her ribs after a particularly hard hit when Quinn snuck up behind her. "What's up with Finn? Why is he putting you in situations where you're getting hurt?" Y/N shrugged and groaned. "I don't know." Puck ran up to Y/N after coming off the field. "He found out you took and posted the pictures. One of our teammates saw us posting them and overheard us talking about catching Finn in the act." Quinn gasped. Y/N sat shocked. "Fuck."
The game just got worse. Y/N got tackled time and time again much to the amusement of Finn. Tanaka called a timeout during the second quarter. "Hudson what the fresh HELL are you doing out there?! You're killing our kicker!" Finn smirked and sat back on the bench. "Well coach, some people need to be taught a lesson. I'm just doing my job." Tanaka's face turned red. "Did you just blatantly admit that you're doing this shit on purpose?" Finn blanched. "U-um no?" Tanaka pulled him up by his jersey. "YOURE BLOWING THIS GAME FOR US BECAUSE YOU GOT CAUGHT FUCKING SOMEONE ELSE?!" The team snickered at how scared Finn looked. "Y/L/N! You're playing quarterback for the rest of the game. Jameson! You're taking Y/N's place as kicker! Get back on the field!"
Y/N as quarterback was going great. She had managed to get the Titans back in the lead without a dance to distract the other team. Y/N could see Finn sitting on the bench fuming. Behind the bench however was a much better sight. Quinn smiling her million dollar Cheerio smile while yelling for the Titans. God, she was falling for this girl. Hard and fast.
The Titans ended up winning much to everyone's satisfaction (except Finn's). As Y/N was getting changed in the girl's locker room, the door swung open to reveal the oaf in question. Y/N rolled her eyes. "What do you want Hudson?" He glared at the girl. "I want you gone. Off the team. Away from my girl." Y/N smirked. "From what I've heard, she's not really your "girl" anymore." Finn saw red as he swung and connected with the girl's jaw. He only managed to get one hit in before Tanaka was bursting in pulling him off the girl and out of the locker room. Puck, Mike, and Matt helped the girl up. "Damn dude. He really packs a punch." Y/N shrugged. "I'll be okay."
Y/N had her bag on her shoulder as her and the boys headed out of the locker room. Mike had been nice enough to get her some ice for her jaw. As she walked holding the ice against her face, she caught Quinn's eye. She was standing with her parents hoping to introduce them to Y/N. At the sight of Y/N's jaw, she gasped, dropped her Cheerio bag and ran towards the girl. Y/N jumped at the blonde girl suddenly appearing in front of her. "What happened to your jaw? Was it one of their players? I'll kick their ass." Y/N chuckled at the girl's worry. "It wasn't one of their players Q. It was your ex. He ambushed me in the locker room saying that he wanted me off the team and away from you. I'm okay."
Hazel eyes filled with fury as she called Santana and Brittany over. The two suddenly appeared. "What's up Q?" "I want Finn slushied and dumpster tossed for the rest of forever." Y/N went to protest but Quinn put her hand up. "No. He deserves it after all he did to you." Santana smirked. "Aye aye Cap." The two smiled at Y/N before walking off. "I was hoping to introduce you to my parents. They want to meet you." Y/N froze. "Your p-parents?" Quinn smiled at the girl's nervousness before pecking her lips. "Yes. My parents." "Ah, so this is the famous Y/N Quinnie?" Y/N looked behind Quinn to find a blonde woman who looked identical to Quinn standing next to a tall, blonde man. "Yes. Mom, dad, this is Y/N Y/L/N. Y/N, this is Judy and Russell Fabray."
Y/N smiled as best as she could before wincing. "Oh dear. What happened to your face?" Judy cupped Y/N's face. Quinn's eyes darkened. "Finn happened. He ambushed her on the locker room. Y/N is the one who caught him cheating on me." Russell spoke up. "Well I'm glad you caught him Y/N. He didn't deserve my daughter anyway. Now Y/N, my Quinnie has spoken very highly of you. What are your intentions with my daughter?" Y/N looked at Quinn. "To love and appreciate her for as long she'll have me. If your concern with me sir is if I'll treat her better than Finn, then you don't have to worry because I will." Judy and Quinn looked at the girl with shining eyes. Russell smiled and held out his hand. "Welcome to the family Y/N." Y/N smiled and shook his hand. Quinn wrapped her arms around the taller girl's waist, burying her head in her chest. "Can we go home and watch a movie and cuddle?" Y/N smiled and leaned down to peck Quinn's lips.
The Rachel Berry House Party Trainwreck Extravaganza
Requested by @twiceinadream: I was wondering if I could request either: Poly! Unholy Trinity give the reader (g!p) a striptease for their birthday and smut (if you’re comfortable with that) [Maybe in like the “Toxic” outfits] or They are at a Rachel Berry party and they are playing spin the bottle, and when the reader (fem) goes it lands on Brittany and Quinn (Y/N’s gf) gets jealous (Kinda like Santana’s “No me gusta” kinda thing). Thanks in advance!
(I am working on your other request I promise!)
Quinn really didn't want to go to this party. She REALLY didn't.
All she wanted to do was be at her house, cuddling with her girlfriend Y/N, watching movies and pigging out. Is she currently doing that? No. She is, however, doing something better.
She is currently on her girlfriend's lap, making out with her. Cups in hand, both girls are more than tipsy. Quinn could feel eyes on her. Knowing that the eyes belong to Sam and Finn, she decided to turn up the show. She began to grind her hips into Y/N's, feeling her bulge grow, smirking when the girl moaned against her lips. The blonde smirked and began to trail kisses down the soccer player's neck. Y/N bucked her hips into the blonde's as Rachel drunkenly yelled, "Spin the bottle! Let's play spin the bottle!" Y/N groaned as Quinn got up smirking. "There's more where that came from baby." Y/N's head fell back against the back of the couch.
Sitting in front of Quinn on the ground, Y/N sat in-between Sam and Mike, ignoring the subtle glares from the blonde and Finn. The girl leaned back into Quinn's legs as she ran her fingers through the soccer player's hair. Brittany spun the bottle and it spun and spun until it stopped and landed on Y/N. Quinn automatically spoke up. "Listen, Britt, those lips belong to me alright? So keep your tongue to yourself." Y/N smiled at the girl and they met for a peck. Y/N then stood and moved Quinn out of her stool, pulling her onto her lap. Quinn buried her head in Y/N's neck. Y/N kissed the side of her head. "No need to be jealous baby girl, I'm all yours." Quinn smiled and pecked the girl's lips. Sam stood in front of them. "Um Quinn can I talk to you?" Quinn put on her "ice queen" glare at the Bieber wannabe. "What do you want Sam?" Sam cleared his throat. "I wanna get back together."
Y/N laughed but covered it with a laugh. Quinn laughed in his face. "Are you serious? Do you not see me and my GIRLFRIEND sitting together? You had your chance Sam. You aren't getting another one. So fuck off." Sam tucked his tail between his legs and walked off before he embarrassed himself more. Y/N rubbed Quinn's back to calm her down. Quinn grabbed Y/N by her shirt and kissed her hungrily, teeth and tongues clashing. "Take me upstairs." Y/N smirked, standing with Quinn in her arms, and ran upstairs, ignoring a drunk Rachel's protests.
"She" being the leader of the new group of Cheerios.
Bree.
"Oh, hi Kitty. Could I talk to you for a second?" Kitty smiled and nodded. "I was so psyched that a fellow Cheerio was nominated for prom queen." Kitty smiled. "Thanks, Bree." "And then I heard that you weren't going to campaign for it and instead you were throwing your support to that Asian girl from Glee Club because you thought it was "her turn". Now if that's true, you might wanna tie yourself down because this is gonna be a rough ride"
Kitty looked confused. "What?" Bree smirked. "I just wanted to remind you that a Cheerio has not won Prom Queen for several years now. We've had Prom Queens from Glee Club, including the Jewish girl and a gay dude. And if we aren't careful, I swear to God we are going to have a black transsexual named Unique as Prom Queen before we have a Cheerio as Prom Queen." Kitty began to seethe with anger. How dare she talk about her family like that? "Now I know you're thinking to yourself, 'But OMG Bree, I love that Asian girl from Glee club'. Well punch yourself in the face so I don't have to." Kitty looked a little scared.
"I do not give a flying fart, and the Cheerios do not give a flying fart about how much you love your sisters from Glee club You have 51 weeks out of the year to love your sisters from Glee club, and this week is not, I repeat, not... one of them. This week is about winning Prom Queen for the Cheerios, and that's not gonna happen if you're off campaigning for Kimchi Cohen-Barf or whoever. Are you an idiot, Kitty?" Kitty stood frozen. "That's not a rhetorical question, I literally want you to tell me if you are mentally slow, so I can be sure you're not nominated for future prom courts."
"Excuse me?"
A voice sounded from behind Kitty. An arm wrapped around her waist and she was pulled into a body that she quickly recognized as her girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N. Bree smiled. "Y/N! McKinley's new hottest soccer player. What do you say you come over to my place later and we have some fun?" Y/N chuckled. "Are you fucking serious Bree? One, I have a girlfriend who happens to be standing next to me. and I don't see myself leaving her anytime soon. Two, you're a bitch that literally no one wants to be with because I'm sure you make them suicidal. So how about you take your group of wannabe Quinn Fabrays and Santana Lopez imposters and take your irrelevant asses somewhere else before I let your coach know that you guys stuffed your faces with fast food after your practices." Bree scoffed and led her followers down the hallway away from Kitty and Y/N.
Y/N looked down at Kitty. "You okay babe?" Kitty dropped her binder and cupped Y/N's face and kissed her passionately. The two practically made out in the hallway and pulled away when air was a necessity. "You didn't have to do that. But it was really hot." Y/N smiled and kissed the blonde's forehead, leaning down to pick up her binder. "Yeah, but I love you. I'm always gonna defend you like that Kitty. You are just gonna have to get used to it." Kitty blushed and leaned into Y/N's arm as they walked to the choir room.
Requested by @softgamerking: may I please request a Santana x reader wherein the glee club finds out that santana isn't a top? like Santana is intimidating and what not and everyone is 100% sure that she tops in the relationship but in reality, she's a bratty bottom and reader really tops. please and thank you.
Santana Lopez.
A name that students AND teachers at McKinley High feared.
She was a force to be reckoned with. She always got what she wanted.
She was on the top of McKinley's food chain, along with her girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N, new quarterback for the Titans. Y/N came in at the start of Santana's junior year and basically swept her off her feet. She was chivalrous, which is something Santana had never really experienced, she always defended her from people's insults, walked her to classes and even joined Glee club just to spend more time with her.
Little did everyone at McKinley know, Santana Lopez was a bottom.
Santana was on a mission. Find and destroy Quinn Fabray.
She found said girl in the choir room in her brand new Cheerio uniform talking to Puckerman. She shoved her. "You did this to me! You told Coach Sylvester about my summer surgery!" Quinn yelled back. "You have a surgery when you have your appendix out. You. Got. A. Boob. Job." Santana smiled evilly. "Yup. Sure did!" She cocked her arm back to slap Quinn when someone caught it. Santana was pulled back into a firm body. She melted when she smelt Y/N's body spray. The football player wrapped her arms around the cheerleader's waist and leaned down to her ear. "Calm down, Hermosa. She's not worth it. You'll get your top dog spot back." Santana leaned back more into Y/N's embrace. "Yes Papi."
Everyone stood shocked. Santana Lopez just turned into putty in Y/N's arms. Kurt sat with a happy look on his face. "I KNEW IT. Santana is a bottom." Santana turned to growl at the boy but Y/N leaned and whispered something in her ear that made Santana shiver and her knees buckle. Y/N smirked and led Santana to their seats as she wrapped her arm around the Latina. Everyone could not believe what just happened as Mr. Schue came in to give the weekly assignment.
Santana currently laid on her stomach in her bed as a hand wandered up her leg. She smiled as Y/N leaned down and kissed her calf. She turned onto her back and looked up at the freshly showered football player. "How was practice Papi?" Y/N smiled and laid down, putting her head on Santana's stomach. "Fucking tiring. Finn was up my ass all practice talking about "We shouldn't have a girl on the team. No one will take us seriously." Karofsky and Azimio put him in his place though." Santana smiled and ran her fingers through Y/N's damp hair. "I'm sorry Papi." Y/N shifted and pulled Santana to her chest. "It's okay bebita. I'll be fine. Now, I believe that I promised someone a massage and a movie before I left for practice?" Santana giggled.
