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Gregory Peck’s Centennial: To Kill a Mockingbird (1962)
Needless to say, I love Gregory Peck and To Kill a Mockingbird, both the novel and the film, to the moon and back. It makes total sense that he won his overdue Oscar for Atticus Finch, an incredible lawyer and, most of all, a great father.
I wrote a goddamn paper about family values from this movie, so it figures that my pick of best shot is this one, taken from the famous “climb inside of his skin and walk around in it” scene. It perfectly captures Atticus’ nature as a loving father and Scout’s precocious personality.
Happy birthday, Mr. Peck. Hope you and Harper Lee are having a blast in heaven right now.
Já havia virado rotina. Liana era a última a ser despertada, mas a primeira a descer para tomar café, incomodando as colegas de quarto para que fossem mais rápidas. Encontrar as mesmas pessoas, sentar no mesmo lugar, comentar dos mesmos assuntos e perceber que nada havia alterado; fazia Lia querer sentir outras sensações. Novas conversas, novas pessoas, novos assuntos, e até, se possível, novos amigos. Não que os seus fossem ruins, longe disso, mas simplesmente sabia tudo que acontecia na vida deles. A morena não via mais aquele fulgor antigo. Suspirou fundo quando o sinal para o primeiro tempo tocou. Poções.
O dia se seguia lentamente. Primeiro poções, depois Latim, seguido por um longo e cansativo de Runas Antigas, e terminando com chave de ouro, feitiços. A tarde era vaga, e nada melhor que respirar o ar batendo nas árvores e as folhas darem um ar dramático ao lugar. Estudar não estava em seus planos, nem que ela quisesse. Talvez, fazer o que sabia de melhor, não incluindo importunar pessoas, fosse uma boa escolha para as atuais circunstâncias. Pegou sua vassoura debaixo da cama e não tardou a correr até o campo para treinar. Seu último ano precisava ser glorioso, ela precisava ganhar tanto a Copa das Casas quanto o campeonato. Apanhar o pomo de ouro já havia virado fixação depois de anos no time e segundo como apanhadora oficial.
Treinar não era mais só um hobbie, era questão de vida ou morte. Liana mantinha os olhos atentos para todos os lados, cuidando cada movimento da pequena bola brilhante. Era veloz, deixava os adversários comendo poeira. Todos os anos trocava de vassoura, seus pais investiam nisso, mesmo tendo a plena consciência de que a menina seguiria o caminho do Ministério, ambiciando um cargo grandioso. Isso tudo, devido a criação da mesma, que fora ensinada a desde criança nunxa depender de ninguém e nem esperar nada em troca.
Perdida em seus pensamentos, acabou por não desviar de um balaço, acertando bem a sua cabeça, fazendo com que a menina visse um pequeno corte em sua cabeça. Tocou o ferimento, conferindo o sangue. Bufou, sentando na arquibancada enquanto limpava com o tecido da capa o líquido vermelho. Não havia prestado a atenção que havia gente ali, mas mesmo assim continuou sem expressar nenhuma reação. Lia tinha um péssimo costume, ficar olhando para as pessoas e tentar decifrá-las, como se fossem um código.
Stacie wasn't exactly expecting having to do anything that day, which was why she had lounged around her dorm room for a good few hours in nothing but an oversize shirt and undies. However, Jason's offer was too good to pass up, especially considering how cute he was. Plus, he seemed to have a lot in common with her and that meant he was a potential friend. Quickly jumping off her bed, she switched clothes and managed to make her hair look a bit less sex-hair and a bit more tousled-sexy, before heading out of her dorm room and down the hall towards the exit of her building. She really hoped he had a car because she didn't and it'd make it a bit hard to get to the paintball place otherwise. Well, there was always the bus, but something about taking the bus depressed her - probably because it reminded her of her lower social status, something she tried oftentimes to put in the past. Stacie didn't have his number, so she couldn't text him to let him know she was waiting and instead just leaned against the building, keeping her eyes open.
Jason was going stir crazy stuck in his apartment after coming back to Ohio only to realise that all of his friends were still enjoying their summer back in their respective homes. The surfboard propped up on his bedroom wall only made matters worse and he knew if he didn't get out and find his own fun soon, he'd lose it. Thankfully, a new blonde girl who went by the name of Stacie Evans seemed to be offering up just that. She was definitely cute, sort of a dork at heart with all the comic book talk and sounded like she was looking for a little bit of fun here without her overprotective brother's watchful eye. It really was a win-win for both of him. So, grabbing his sunglasses and checking to see his hair was half-decent in the mirror, Jason grabbed the keys to his motorcycle and the extra passenger helmet; just hoping she wouldn't have a problem with getting to their destination on the back of his bike. Zooming over to Lawrence Hall maybe a little faster than he should have, Jason found the blonde waiting for him outside of her building and pulled up to a stop; taking his helmet off to greet her with a smile. "Hey!"
Stacie heard the loud sounds of a motorcycle before she saw it in the distance. Oh, wow. There was no way that was Jason, right? He didn't seem like the motorcycle type but then again, he was hot, and most hot guys drove motorcycles. At least that's how it was in the movies. In any case, she could already hear the disapproving tone of her brother's and father's voice in her head, which only made her want to get on that bike more. When he stopped in front of the building, Stacie grinned. "Hey! Nice bike," she complimented, pushing herself away from the wall so she could walk over to him. "Can't say I've ever been on one before, but that's just one more thing to tick off my bucket list."
Jason "Thanks!" He smirked, letting his eyes scan over the girl as she pushed off from the wall and made her way over to him. Cutting the engine, he shifted the handles and making sure it was steady before he climbed off of it and glanced down at the girl; noticing their height difference for the first time. "There's a first time for everything, right?" He added, wagging his eyebrows before he stuck out his hand for her to shake. "I'm Jason - in person - by the way. I'll be crossing 'ride a motorcycle' off of your bucket list today. Nice to meet you - in person."
Stacie It seemed he was funny, too, and that was always a bonus in her book. Her eyes fell onto his hand and she extended her own to take his. "Nice to meet you, too. I'm Stacie - in person - by the way," she repeated, shaking his hand gently. "I'll be crossing 'get beat in paintball' off of /your/ bucket list today," she added on, unable to help herself. A little chuckle escaped her lips afterwards and she gestured towards the bike with her head. "So, you're not gonna kill me on this thing, are you?"
Jason chuckled as she shook her hand and fired back something that sounded along the lines of what he'd opened with. "Ohoho, we'll see about that." Jason added, glancing towards the bike as Stacie aired her concerns. "Ahh, no. That only happened with the first ten blondes I got on this bike." He waved her down playfully, getting onto the bike once more to reach around the handle and pull off the passenger helmet for her to take. "Alright, get your gear on and we'll get straight to that paintball violence that's just waiting for us."
Stacie "I'm sure they were all very lovely people and are missed dearly every day," Stacie teased right back, watching as he got on the bike. She made sure to note his maneuvers so she could just as easily get on without being her usual, clumsy self. Taking the helmet from him, Stacie put it on and buckled it up, before getting on the bike behind him. "Here's hoping I don't have helmet hair afterwards. Pretty sure that ain't cute."
Jason laughed quietly as she teased him and held the bike upright as Stacie got onto the back of it, doing a double check to make sure that she had her helmet on tight. Once she'd past his inspection, Jason slipped on his own helmet and started the ignition once more. "I'll be the judge of that," Jason called out over the noise. "Hold on tight!" With that, he turned the throttle and rolled down the street; picking up a little bit of speed as he did.
Stacie "Go easy on me, then," she responded, wrapping her arms around his waist when he warned her to hold on. As soon as it took off, she let out a little excited squeal, feeling a rush of adrenaline course through her. It was definitely a different experience from anything before - maybe comparable only to riding a rollercoaster. At least the place wasn't too far away so if she started to freak out, it'd only last a bit longer. Though she didn't think it'd happen in the first place. This was actually fun, which was something she'd been lacking in lately.
Jason made sure not to go too fast, seeing as it was her first time on a motorcycle but he definitely didn't keep it all that slow and boring. When they reached their first red light, Jason placed a hand over one of hers that wrapped across his waist and patted it gently; tilting his head to double-check that she was okay. As far as he could tell she was but if she wasn't, the trip wasn't all that long anyway and before they knew it, he was coming to a stop in the paintball place's parking lot.
Stacie appreciated the way he patted her hand to make sure she was okay. It was kind and completely unfamiliar to her, considering she hadn't been with a nice, genuine guy in a while and he definitely seemed like one. When they reached the place and the motorcycle came to a stop, Stacie unwrapped her arms from around his waist. "That was.. awesome!" she exclaimed, reaching up to remove her helmet. "Wow, I'm absolutely going to call you just so I could ride on this bike again."
Jason pulled off his helmet and hung it from the handle once the bike was still, letting out a soft laugh at the enthusiasm in Stacie's voice. "We still got the ride home, you know?" He grinned, taking her helmet off of her to place on the handles; Waiting until she got off, Jason followed her lead and pushed his sunglasses up to rest on his head; reaching out to tousle her hair up gently. "Yep. Definitely got helmet hair."
Stacie "Somehow, I don't think that'll be enough for me," she shrugged, thanking him after he hung up the helmet for her. She got off the bike and straightened out her clothes, feeling his hand mess up her hair a moment later. Her eyes rolled up to look at him as a mortified expression appeared on her face and she quickly reached up to run her fingers through her hair. "Tell me I at least pull it off?" she asked, leading the way towards the entrance to the building.
Jason raised his eyebrows at her comment but chose not to say anything about it just yet. Bursting into laughter as Stacie's face fell into a horrified mask, he shrugged his shoulders and wore a mischievous grin. "I think you look seriously hot rocking the helmet head. I'm not even kidding, you took my breath away just now."
Stacie reached out and hit his arm immediately, rolling her eyes as she did. "You're so not funny, by the way," Stacie warned him, tugging open the door and heading inside, holding it so he could join her. "Sarcasm not appreciated one little bit."
Jason still stifling his laughter as he followed her into the place, he held up his hands innocently. "I'm a little bit funny."
Stacie "You remind me of someone and this someone is not someone you want to remind me of," Stacie told him, shaking her head though an amused smile remained on her lips. She took initiative and approached the counter, ordering one round of paintball for both of them. Pulling out her wallet, Stacie handed over the appropriate amount of cash, receiving their gear in return. She grabbed hers from the cashier and waited for Jason to do the same. "I'll meet you out on the field. From this point on, you're my nemesis."
Jason winced a little and dropped his hands, putting on a serious face. "I'm not even gonna ask." Watching as Stacie took the lead and paid for their stuff, Jason's eyebrows pushed together in confusion before her following words broke him out of his daze. "Okay. Your ass is mine, Evans!" He called out, grabbing his gear and making his way out to the field.
Stacie shook her head and let out another laugh. His choice of words were impeccable in that moment. "It's a good one, too, I'd say," she called back, turning in the opposite direction so she could put on the plastic gear and helmet - once again, most likely getting helmet hair from it. When she was good to go, she picked up her gun in her hands and made her way out to the field, immediately finding a safe spot behind a barrel, where she began looking for him.
Jason slipped his sunglasses to rest through the neck of his t-shirt and made sure all the gear was on correctly before slipping on his helmet, quietly laughing at the fact that Stacie was in for two rounds of helmet hair today. Making his way out to find a safe spot, he crawled behind a crate or something wooden and peeked out to see if he could find the girl, seeing no sign of her anywhere.
Stacie Hearing silence all around, Stacie made a brave move and popped out from behind the crate, making a loud noise to draw out his attention. There were some other players on the opposite side of the field, but she was solely focused on beating Jason today. Walking around carefully, she kept her gun in her hands at all times, ready to shoot at any moment.
Jason 's head snapped around as he heard a loud noise and instantly peeked his head out from over his hiding space; glancing out into the open. Grinning the instant he saw her, Jason rolled out from his position and charged forward; shooting over at her, hoping that the distance wasn't too far away from her to land a few shots.
Stacie heard the footsteps behind her and immediately spun around, spotting Jason in the distance. She noticed him grab his gun and fire at her, quickly dodging out of the way as she shot back towards him, aiming right at his chest. When one of his pellets hit her leg, Stacie bit down on her lower lip. She knew it'd be painful, but, damn, he could shoot. At least the bright red paint brought a little something to her outfit.
Jason let out a low grunt as one of her pellets hit his chest, feeling the immediate sting of it but still charging on. Tilting his gun up a little, he shot a few more rounds before ducking out of the way; sensing a retaliation from the blonde.
Stacie "Hiding from me, really!?" Stacie called out, narrowing her eyes as she looked around for him. There was no way she was going to let him win this. When Stacie challenged someone, she had to make sure she won that challenge. It was just a part of her personality. "Come out, come out, wherever you are.." she taunted, spinning around the side of a crate, revealing him behind it. She smirked and shot at his arm twice. "Gotcha," Stacie winked, before making a quick get away.
Jason held in his laughter as she began to call out to him, finding her singing a little on the creepy side and making the anticipation that little bit worse. Hands shooting up out of reflex the moment she came into view, Jason let out a little groan as she got his arm and quickly pushed himself up, seeking his revenge. "Where ya going!" He called out, sprinting after her. Shooting her back to slow her down a little, Jason picked up the pace and caught up; wrapping an arm around her waist and tugging her down to the ground with him. "Surrender!?"
Stacie refused to give in, continuing to run away even after she heard him coming after her. It wasn't until he shot her in the back that Stacie paused and turned around to get revenge, only to find his arm wrapping around her and bringing her down completely. "Nope, no way," she chimed, dropping the gun and using a different tactic. Her fingers went for his sides and she tickled him, hoping that'd get his defenses down so she could take another shot.
Jason didn't see this one coming: She was tickling him? Really? His biggest weakness was being used against him and he rendered completely powerless. "No! Cut it out!" He laughed, trying his hardest not to as his arms locked down against his sides gently. "Mercy! Show mercy!"
Stacie grinned as she got the exact reaction she was hoping for. Reaching behind her, she picked up her gun in one hand and held it up, pointing it at his face. "Do /you/ surrender, Jason Kane? Am I victorious?" Stacie asked, using her other hand to gentle tease his sides just in case he forgot how evil she could be.
Jason glanced from her gun to her and slowly nodded his head, feeling her hand running along his sides; threatening to act up once again. "I...surrender." He nodded slowly, holding up his hands. "You're victorious, Stacie Evans."
Stacie "Hell yeah!" Stacie said excitedly, dropping the gun and moving a little bit away so she wasn't exactly on top of him like she was before. "Told you I'd kick your ass today," she grinned, looking over at him. "Didn't even take longer than a half hour, too. Admit it, I'm awesome. Awesome /and/ cute."
Jason sighed out in defeat and reached up to take his helmet off, feeling the heat from it. Glancing over to her with a soft smile, he shrugged a shoulder and glanced away. "I mean, you're cute." He nodded along. "But /awesome/...? Ehh."
Stacie 's eyebrows pushed together at his comment and she reached up to remove her own helmet. "Don't lie. I'm sure your mom's told you it's not right," Stacie said, giving him an expectant glance. "Plus, I know your weakness now."
Jason pursed his lips as his eyes shifted back to hers, feeling a smile tug against them as she took her helmet off. "Well, if you're gonna start threatening me with tickling torture, then I guess I have no other choice but to admit: Yes, you're completely awesome. Is that better?"
Stacie nodded happily, reaching up to mess with her hair and hopefully make it look a bit better. "Thank you, I know." She smirked, glancing back at the main building for the park. "Hey, do you wanna split a pizza or something? I'm pretty sure there's like a food court in there. But if you're not hungry, we could head back to campus."
Jason let out another chuckle before looking over his shoulder towards the building, giving the girl a nod of his head. "No, pizza sounds good. I'm buying, though." Pushing up off of the floor, Jason reached down a hand to assist Stacie off of the ground and began to walk back with her.
Stacie "Alright, that sounds like a good deal. I always appreciate a free pizza." Taking his hand, Stacie lifted herself off the floor and head back into the building with him. She stripped off her gear and left it on the counter by the drop area, waiting for him to do the same, before they made their way to the food court area. "Okay.. cheese or pepperoni? Serious question."
Jason followed Stacie's lead and left his gear at the counter before heading over to the food court. "Pepperoni, always." He pointed out, as if it were obvious. "Please don't tell me you're a vegetarian, otherwise your awesomeness is gonna be revoked."
Stacie "Oh, God, no. I thought about it for about ten minutes in high school, but there's no way I could give up meat - especially not bacon. My sister-in-law kinda convinced me it's the best snack in the world," Stacie chuckled, joining the end of the line so they could wait their turn.
Jason crossed his arms over his chest as they slipped into their position at the back of their line and smiled before confusion struck. "Sister-in-law?" He question. "Is the from the over-protective brother's marriage or is their an older Evans?"
Stacie "The brother - his name is Sam. They got married after high school graduation because they're apparently insane, but I have to give them credit because they've made it work," she shrugged, digging her hands into her pockets. "I also have a twin brother, Stevie. What about you, any siblings?"
Jason raised his eyebrows, definitely surprised at the fact this overprotective brother of hers turned out to be a happily married teenager. "Damn. You should remind him of that next time he tells you who you can't date." He smirked, moving up the line a little. "Nothing as exciting as having a twin, but yeah, actually - I have three older brothers."
Stacie He had a point, but it wasn't like Sam refused to let her date anyone - just no one that he was friends with. Which made sense when she really thought about it, but she still wasn't okay with his rules. "Three older brothers, huh? Are they all as cute as you and can I please have their numbers?" she joked, sending him a wink as they moved up in the line.
Jason glanced down bashfully, smirking to himself as he shook his head. "Nah, they're all ugly. I'm the true prize." Jason joked, reaching a hand up to scratch the back of his head. "Plus, two of them are married, so. Missed your window of opportunity back when you were in junior high, Evans."
Stacie "Guess I'll just have to win you over, then," Stacie quipped back, turning to face the counter as they finally reached it. She stepped aside, letting Jason takeover since she had taken the lead back at the paintball counter.
Jason quirked an eyebrow up at her reply before realizing it was their turn to order. "Can I get a large pepperoni pizza, onion rings, fries, two waters and...one of those ice cream sundae things you got." He ordered, pointing up the the menu they had blown up behind them. Thanking the cashier, he handed her over the money before looking back to Stacie. "Guess I should have asked if you wanted anything too, huh?" He asked seriously before a playful smile teased his lips.
Stacie listened on as he placed the order, her eyes widening at how much he requested. Wow, this guy could eat, because there was no way she'd be eating onion rings /and/ fries. For her, it was a one or the other type of deal. Hearing his words, Stacie grew worried for a moment before she spotted the smile. "I'm going to have to get used to that teasing humor, aren't I?"
Jason scrunched up his nose and held up his finger and thumb a short distance from one another. "Just a little bit." After their two trays of food was placed on the counter, Jason handed Stacie the drinks and carried one of them in each hand before picking out a table for them to sit. "Don't feel obligated to eat everything, I'm just a growing boy that needs feeding, is all."
Stacie shook her head and took the waters, thanking him when all of the food arrived after realizing she hadn't in the first place. "Oh, don't worry. I'll at least help you out, but you might have to keep the onion rings for yourself," Stacie said. She followed him to the table and took a seat, setting down one water and uncapping the other to take a sip. "So, Huntington Beach. What's that like?" she asked, already pulling a slice of pizza off for herself.
Jason wasted no time digging in, taking a slice of pizza for himself and blowing on it before taking a gigantic bite. Once he'd swallowed his food, Jason perked up at the mention of his home. "Pretty much what it says in the brochure: Surf City." He smiled fondly. "My mom owns a couple of restaurants downtown and one of my brothers sorta followed into the family business after he graduated. And my dad's a sports memorabilia dealer, so there's always a bunch of cool stuff around the house."
Stacie 's eyes grew with wonder as he spoke about his parents and their fancy businesses. It sounded like he came from money, which was completely knew to her. She stared at him for a long moment, wondering if he was like Alex only not as boastful, before realizing she was staring and taking a bite of pizza to distract herself. "Oh, crap, that's hot," she murmured, dropping the slice quickly onto her plate.
Jason let out a soft laugh as he spotted her almost scalded herself on the pizza and reached over to hand her a napkin. "Sorry, shoulda warned you. When I'm hungry, I just eat through the heat." Jason chuckled, taking a sip of his water. "What about you? You mentioned being from Lima, so I'm guessing you loved Ohio so much you just couldn't bare to leave it?""
Stacie "You're a brave individual," Stacie gleamed, obviously impressed. "Oh, uh, yeah. We couldn't really afford anywhere else, plus my brother was here and my friends were heading here," she shrugged. "What type of restaurants does your mom own?" she asked, wanting to shift the subject back to him.
Jason was a little surprised when she shifted the conversation back to him so quickly but decided to drop it for the moment. "Uh, she has a little Italian place which is kinda her pride and joy. When we were growing up that's all we had and it was the family business. Then when my dad branched off with his sports stuff, he kinda insisted on her opening like a surf shack kinda restaurant on the beach - so that's her other one."
Stacie "I take it you spent a lot of time on the beach, then?" she asked, blowing on her pizza this time before taking another bite. "You've definitely got the surfer blonde hair and tan to match. Sam would be jealous. He always wanted to rock that surfer guy look."
Jason nodded his head along, grabbing a couple of fries to eat. "I was /the/ beach baby. Rumor has it, I tried to bury myself in the sand when I was four so my parents wouldn't make me leave." With a chuckle, he reached up to tug at his hair gently as Stacie labeled him a surfer guy. "I'll have to show up at the next family party, make him jealous. I'll even throw out a few 'gnarly's for you."
Stacie "No way, that's adorable," she laughed, taking another couple of bites from her slice. "Oh, man, he'd be green with envy. Don't tell him I told you this, but he used to put lemon juice in his hair to make it blonder. The funniest part is we've never even been to California or Florida. The closest beach we've been to is a lake."
Jason almost choked on his pizza when Stacie mentioned her brother putting lemon juice in his hair, striving to be blonde. "Oh, man," he sighed out, trying to catch his breath once more. "That's crazy, I mean, that is seriously nuts. But I can't believe you've never been to a beach before. Is it on your bucket list?"
Stacie "The Evans family is a little nuts. You get used to it," she smirked, having another bite. "Oh, absolutely. There's a ridiculous amount of stuff on my bucket list."
Jason took a swig of his water and leaned back in his seat. "Yeah, well, I'm sure I will." He nodded slowly, keeping his eyes on her as she spoke. "Yeah? Like what?"
Stacie set down her pizza and picked up a couple of fries, taking small bites of them as she thought over her answer to his question. "Well, go to New York for one thing. Climb Dunns River Falls in Jamaica for another. Eat a chocolate covered grasshopper because it sounds disgusting but to be fair, I can't knock it till I try it. Um, sell a piece of my art... oh! Go skydiving and/or bungee jumping. Either will do, really. And the list goes on and on."
Jason 's smile grew wider as Stacie began to list off all of her bucket list, finding her adventurous nature showing through as she did so. "That's a solid lost, you got. Beats my list."
Stacie "What's on yours?" she asked curiously, grabbing her bottle of water to take a few swigs.
Jason tapped a finger to his lips for a moment as he pretended to think it over. "Number one: Meet Mila Kunis. Number two: Marry Mila Kunis." He finished with a firm nod. "Yeah, that's pretty much it."
Stacie: "I can't disagree with that list. I think she's my celebrity lesbian crush. Phoebe's my normal person lesbian crush, though." She smirked enjoying their little back and forth banter.
Jason nodded his head along in agreement. "What a coincidence, Pheobe's my normal person lesbian crush, too!" He chimed. "Who's Phoebe, again?"
Stacie: shook her head for the hundredth time that day. "She's my best friend and roommate. I'll let her know you said so. I'm sure she'll be flattered."
Jason wore his mischievous grin and nodded his head. "As she should be, I don't pick just anyone to be my normal person lesbian crush."
Stacie: "You're a goofball, you know that?" Stacie asked rhetorically, grinning as she picked up her slice to finish it off.
Jason shook his head, continuing to eat all the glorious food in front him. "I am no such thing. I'm a lover of life and master of teasing, is all."
Stacie: "Well, whatever you are, I like it and I wanna keep it around to experience more," she offered, keeping her eyes on the slice of pizza as she chowed down happily.
Jason smiled fondly towards the girl, even though she wasn't look his way. "You got about two more years to experience it right here in Ohio."
Stacie: "Then I'll do just that," she told him, finishing off her slice and focusing back on her fries. "I mean, if you'll let me, obviously."
Jason shrugged a shoulder, reaching across the table to grab another slice. "I think I might just let you." He winked, catching her eye.
Blaine was sitting in his gym gear water bottle and gloves beside him as he stared off into space as he waited for Alex. He didn't want to practice right now, being alone and boxing would bring back memories and he didn't want that right now. So instead he sat on the bench and watched as time passed, he didn't know why he had gotten there so early in the first place, he knew he would of had to wait. He sighed and ran a hand through his un-gelled hair thinking of Kurt's words to him. 'You can't do this Blaine and you know it.' he shook his head before resting it on his hands 'You're going to hurt him' he scoffed and sat up "I'm not going to hurt him." he said to himself "I'm not" and again just to reassure himself.
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It was the core of who she was and anyone who knew her (well, knew her) would vouch their lives that it was true. Monroe didn't think before she acted. All she knew was that what she wanted, she was going to get. There was no doubt about it. Saying she was completely impulsive wasn't completely the case. She lived for being eccentric and taking life day by day and having options. When it came to business, it was a different story. She was the most organized person when it came down to it. To her, the business she was in was like a machine and she needed everyone involved to be as dedicated and careful as she was. No room for error. She planned to every minute detail and it turned out for the better. She never got caught and neither did the criminals (she scoffed at the word. They were amateurs at best) under her rule. Monroe was the best at what she did and there was a reason for it. She was an organized criminal and really, those were the best kind.
Despite all that, her impulse managed to get the better of her. That was the case when it came to Sherlock Holmes. Everything about Sherlock Holmes screamed brilliant. He was if he managed to get Monroe's attention. Admittedly, after learning about the amazing Sherlock Holmes who was the world's only consulting detective, Monroe found herself wanting to test the limits of the guy. It was too great not to. He was the only guy who seemed to share the same intelligence she had and really, she was hooked from the get-go. She was hooked with what she knew about him (past drug problem, family secrets, academic records and such) and she couldn't find herself to shake it. Sherlock Holmes was constantly on her mind and then eventually, destroying Sherlock Holmes consumed her every thought. That was what led to the events that unfolded not too long ago. All the murders she'd committed was to capture the attention of the detective and to test him. Needless to say, he didn't disappoint, which ended up in both of them faking their suicides. After that, Monroe returned to Ireland because really, there was no use in London anymore. Sherlock managed to prove to Monroe how dull he really was and how easily he let his heart get in the way of what was really important- the game. Monroe managed to stay under cover, still doing what she did best and helped out many of the criminal rings in Ireland, dominating them almost instantly.
It didn't stop Monroe from checking up on her dear Sherlock. He was still too interesting and too delicious to completely give up. Like a drug. He managed to successfully defeat her web (that she had no use for anyway) and returned to the life he had before her. How incredibly ordinary, disappointing and dull that Monroe could almost weep. To keep her mind busy, she was kept up to date in the crime world of London, seeing what services were needed and what services she wanted a part of. A name that continued to come up was that of Charles Augustus Magnussen, an up-and-coming criminal that was bound to make his mark. He was known as the king of blackmailers and his charm managed to get him connections with some of London's wealthiest and government officials, gaining their trust until he bled them dry with no mercy, picking at their weak links to get his fortune. Monroe's interest was piqued, which was why she sent one of her own to join Magnussen hitmen, where she was fed information about his plans and whereabouts, where she quickly found that Magnussen's plan was eerily similar to hers. To destroy Sherlock Holmes.
It was then that Monroe knew she had to return to London. Being the prideful and possessive women Monroe was, the only thought occurring through her head was that of If anyone is going to destroy Sherlock, it's going to be me and me alone. She had to destroy Magnussen. That was a must. Monroe couldn't stand the thought of anyone else having the satisfaction of saying I defeated Sherlock Holmes other than her and before she knew it, she found herself back in London, conveniently (not conveniently. The poor couple was found brutally murdered and really, it was their fault for having such a nice flat) getting a flat near Baker Street. For her grand entrance, Monroe sent a I.O.U carved apple to Scotland Yard, where she knew Lestrade would immediately contact Sherlock. Breaking in to the flat was too easy yet again that she managed to make herself at home, making herself tea before sprawling out on the couch at hand, a wicked grin gracing her lips as she heard the size 11 shoe footstep making their way to the flat, leaning back as the door opened to reveal the consulting detective.
Summary: World-renowned tennis superstar, Blaine Anderson, is back in London to defend his Wimbledon Title, but will appearance to newcomer, Kurt Hummel, on the tennis circuit threaten to ruin everything he’s worked to build over a career spanning almost a decade and a half? Or could it just be the best things that’s ever happened to him?
Pairings: Klaine’s the main one. Not gonna say the rest ‘cos it’ll ruin things
Warnings/triggers: Age gap, homophobia, mention of past (canon-compliant) violent attack
AN: Sorry for the delay; working a week of nights, straight into weekend days really took it out of me. Barely had the brain power for waking up, let alone writing.
Kurt held his chin up, staring straight ahead and resolutely not glancing sideways at the people lining the corridor. He didn’t want to see their faces, didn’t want to know what they were saying or thinking just yet. He’d have to face it all at some point of course, but now, now he just wanted to shower, get changed and call his dad.
He still couldn’t quite believe he’d actually done it, hadn’t even known he was going to until the words were tumbling out of his mouth without having the common decency to check in with his brain first. Not that he’d ever planned on hiding his sexuality, had in fact spent many hours with his team discussing the best way to manage the situation. When his dad had fired his first manager on the spot for suggesting that he get a pretend girlfriend to hide his sexuality Kurt had known then and there that he would always have his him in his corner. And with that he could do anything.
Still, didn’t mean it wasn’t scary as all hell though.
He pushed through the doors to the changing rooms, dumped his bag and was just about to strip off his sweaty clothes when a meaty hand collided with his back sending him crashing to the floor.
‘God, already?’ he thought, as he rolled himself onto his back.
‘Oh crap, sorry mate,’ a man said in a crisp British accent, scrambling to help him up from his undignified sprawl. ‘Didn’t think you’d go down like that, though I suppose you are a skinny little thing.’
‘You didn’t?’ Kurt asked, eyes trained on the floor.
‘Course not, why would I want to do that? Great match out there by the way, you fought hard for that one.’
‘Th..thanks?’ Kurt stammered as he brushed of his clothes, adding a muttered, ‘guess you weren’t watching what happened after,’ under his breath.
‘Sorry, what was that?’
‘Oh, nothing, nothing. Sorry, but who are you?’
‘Oh charming, really. Noah Puckerman, British number two. But I suppose I wouldn’t really register all the way over there in the big US of A now, would I?’
‘Oh god, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…’ Kurt trailed off as Noah grinned down at him.
‘Calm down, love, I’m just kidding. British number two, but barely breaking the top 100. I’m surprised they even let me in the building, to be honest. Call me Puck,’ he said, holding his hand out to shake.
Kurt took it, with a shy smile, happy to have made an acquaintance, even if it wasn’t likely to last as soon as he turned on a TV.
‘I should, y’know,’ he said, gesturing towards the showers.
‘Sure thing, see you around, little man,’ Puck replied, grinning, heading towards the exit with a wave over his shoulder. ‘Oh, and by the way, congrats on coming out too. That one really took balls.’
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‘KURT BUMMEL’
‘BALL BOY?’
‘…as you can see, Holly, the papers are dominated by the shock events on the opening day of Wimbledon...’
‘The tabloid’s headline writers must be having a field-day…’
‘Hummel’s surprise announcement at his post-match press conference set the twittersphere alight…’
‘…words of encouragement pouring in from the likes of Sir Elton John, Lady Gaga and actor Neil Patrick Harris, as well as some rather less friendly comments, of course…’
Blaine clicked off the TV, let the remote drop down on the bed and resumed his pacing back and forth across the hotel room.
‘Stop freaking out.’
‘I’m not…’
‘You’re freaking out,’ Santana interrupted. ‘You’ve been freaking out for the past 12 hours, you’re still freaking out now, and it’s really starting to piss me the hell off. So, I’ll say it again. Stop. Freaking. Out.’
Blaine sank down onto the bed and dropped his head into his hands.
‘I don’t know what you want me to say, Santana. He…’
‘Yeh, the twink came out, I heard it same time as you. It’s not that big a deal.’
‘Not that…?’ Blaine’s head whipped around to face her. ‘How can you even say that? We’ve been hiding this our entire careers. Years of lying and pretending and now he just… just walks in on day one and…’
‘Yeh, well…it is what it is. And you have a match in less than 2 hours, so stop moping and pull your shit together already.’
When Blaine made no move, she rolled her eyes and grabbed her bag from the corner and stalked out of the room.
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‘Wow, this is almost hard to watch, John.’
‘Yeah, Boris. Jankowic is just getting steam-rollered out there. We knew Lopez was in the form of her career, but something has certainly lit a fire under her today. I don’t think we’ve ever seen her serve that fast, and her returns are plain brutal.’
‘Ya, ya. 6-1, 4-0, it doesn’t look like this will be going on much longer.’
‘The same can’t be said for her counterpart, Blaine Anderson, though. He’s having a nightmare of a game against Berdych, not playing anywhere near the level we’ve come to expect from him this season. And I’ve just got word in my ear that they’ve now entered their 5th set. Could we be looking for the biggest upset of the tournament?’
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Blaine stood under the warm spray, rolling out his aching shoulders. If only he could work out the knots in his mind so easily. He’d almost let that match get away from him, almost crashed out of his defending run in the second round, he just couldn’t keep his mind on the task at hand. Hell he must have conceded 20 aces because he hadn’t even realised his opponent had even served.
He knew he couldn’t carry on like this if he wanted any chance at retaining his title, but he’d been knocked for such a loop by Hummel’s announcement he barely knew which way was up.
He’d just come out there and said it like… like it was nothing. Did he not care about his career at all? Was he getting hell from his management and PR teams right now? Did he even have a PR team yet?
Maybe that was it. Blaine had made such a splash on the junior circuit, he’d been inundated with sponsorship and publicity deals before he was even 15, and he’d been signed to a PR agency before he even knew what was happening. When the subject of his sexuality had started to rear its head it had been stamped out and doused before it had ever really started. He’d been paired up with a young, fresh-faced and fiery-tempered Santana Lopez, and so their dance of lies and pretence had started. And over 15 years later it was still going strong.
Stepping out of the shower, he shook out his hair, wrapped his towel round his waist and walked smack-bang into the cause of all his problems.
‘Oh god, I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking…aaaaand my hands are on your nipples, I should definitely take them off. Okay. Taking off now. Sorry, sorry I’m nervous. And your Blaine Anderson. Which, obviously, you know. Oh god, Kurt shut-up already.’
Blaine just stared as Kurt continued to ramble to himself. It wasn’t as if he could hear him anyway, could barely focus on anything other than the feel of those hands hot against his chest. Even after they’d broken contact, he could feel them, a burning emblem emblazoned across his chest, reminding him of everything he’d denied himself for so long.
He took a deep, shuddering breath, swallowed hard, and dropped his gaze down, noticing the towel slung low on his hips, doing almost nothing to conceal his ‘response’ to their unexpected collision. He flushed bright red, stumbling back before spinning around, pretending to rummage through his sports bag.
‘What’s wro…oh, right. Of course.’ Kurt stepped back , blinking hard. ‘I’m sorry, um…I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I’ll just…,’ he stammered turning and almost fleeing for the exit. As he reached for the door he stopped, jaw tensing. ‘You know what? I’m not sorry. It’s not catchable. Screw you, Blaine Anderson,’ he spat out, before striding out of the room, head high.
Blaine stayed standing with his back to Kurt, not saying a word as he had throughout the entire exchange, but as the door swung shut he sank down onto the bench, dropped his head into his hands and cried for everything he’d never had.
Summary: World-renowned tennis superstar, Blaine Anderson, is back in London to defend his Wimbledon Title, but will appearance to newcomer, Kurt Hummel, on the tennis circuit threaten to ruin everything he’s worked to build over a career spanning almost a decade and a half? Or could it just be the best things that’s ever happened to him?
Pairings: Klaine’s the main one. Not gonna say the rest ‘cos it’ll ruin things
Warnings/triggers: Age gap, homophobia, mention of past (canon-compliant) violent attack, dub-con/coercion, attempted non-con
‘No, Tim, not likely. It’s really been a bit of a walk in the park for Blaine here today, he hasn’t even broken a sweat. Not that anyone expected anything else.’
‘Oh, definitely.’
‘He’s just been on such good form lately. I can’t even see him really being tested until at least the quarters, if not the semis, where he’ll likely be meeting Djokovic or Murray…Oh, and that’s a good serve by Manoir, but great return from Anderson, and it’s…yep it’s wide. It’s all over in just under 2 hours.’
‘Tough first-round draw for the young Frenchman, but it had to happen to someone.’
‘For sure, Tim, easy win for Blaine Anderson there, comfortably through to the second round 6:2, 6:4, 6:1.’
‘I think he’ll almost be glad when he gets a bit more of a challenge.’
‘Blaine, Blaine.’
‘Over here, Blaine.’
‘Blaine, on your left.’
‘One at a time, please guys. He’s only got one set of ears.’
Blaine gave a grateful smile to his coach, before turning back to the crowd of faces and flashing lights before him.
‘Congratulations on the win, Blaine,’ said a familiar face from press rooms across the tour circuit.
‘Thank-you,’ he said with a genuine smile, giving his full attention to the journalist. He liked to at least try to give back to those he knew focussed more on the sport than the celebrity of it all.
‘Looking forward to some harder challenges down the line?’
‘Hey,’ he said, holding his hands up in mock indignation, ‘don’t jinx it. And Pascale put up a good fight. He’s got a great game, and in a few years when he’s built up his strength and got some big match experience behind him he’ll be right up there. I’m sure of it.’
‘And how are you feeling about your game at the moment?’
‘Yeh, pretty good, pretty good. Like I said, I don’t like to jinx things, but I’m in the best shape I’ve been in for a while now and I feel like I’ve worked out a lot of the kinks I had in my serve back at the French Open so…we’ll just have to see, I guess.’
‘I think someone’s here to congratulate you.’
Blaine frowned, following the reporter’s gaze as he turned towards the back of the room, only to see Santana Lopez sashaying her way towards him beside the rows of chairs. He smiled brightly. She really did know how to work a room.
‘Hey hon,’ she purred at him as she ascended the steps to the stage, before pulling him in for a deep, showy kiss. ‘Heard you did good today.’
Blaine stared at her as she pulled away, eyes wide and lips parted where she had left them.
He may have known Santana most of his life, but he’d never quite got used to her brazen attitude.
‘Smile for the cameras, Sweetheart,’ she whispered with a sickly-sweet smile, lips wet against his ear.
He jerked his head back to towards the packed room in front of him and gave a nervous smile as they all looked up, cameras flashing incessantly.
‘Uh…sssorry to cut it short, guys, but I think we’re just going to…uh head back early and have an easy night of it,’ he stammered, trying desperately to control his shaking.
‘An easy night, sure,’ one of the reporters leered up at him, and Blaine felt his face flush dark red. He didn’t dignify the comment with a response, but waved and smiled politely to the crowd before walking towards the exit.
He had only taken a few paces, when he felt a hand grasp his tightly, manicured nails biting hard into his palm.
‘Don’t wear him out,’ someone shouted at them from the back of the room. Blaine kept his head resolutely down and quickened his pace, even as Santana turned to throw a wink over her shoulder.
‘You really are one hell of a shit actor, Blaine Anderson,’ Santana spat out as soon as they were alone in their room.
Blaine, perched on the side of the bed, looked up, confused.
‘Well, looking completely shocked when your girlfriend kisses you, and then nearly running out of the room without her hardly screams ‘The Happy Couple’, does it now?’
Blaine just shrugged his shoulders and reached for the remote.
‘You know I don’t like it when you surprise me in front of the cameras,’ he said a few moments later.
‘Aaaw, but I wanted to congratulate my boo on his first round win,’ she said with a playful wink.
Blaine tried to smile, but it fell far short.
‘Oh, come on little Blainers,’ she said, ruffling his hair as she sat beside him on the bed, ‘you know I’m just messing with you. You did fine. Plus, those gooey-eyed teenaged girls eat up that blushing, innocent shit you serve like its caviar.’
‘Don’t call me Blainers,’ he said, throwing off her arm from around his shoulders, but his smile reached a little higher.
He might be living a lie, but if he had to live it with anyone, it would be Santana Lopez. They’d been best friends since the age of 8, when she had walked onto his court at tennis camp and unleashed all Lima Heights Adjacent Hell on some kids who’d stolen his racket.
He couldn’t ask for a better beard. And neither could she.
He flopped back down onto the bed and turned on the TV.
‘Tennis, really?’ Santana drawled, as she pulled her top over her head and flung her bra across the room. ‘Can’t we have a break from it for even 5 minutes?’
‘Oh, man,’ he said covering his eyes, ‘don’t wave those things in my face.’
‘Get used to it, baby boy,’ she sang out as she reached across him for the remote.
‘No, wait, WAIT,’ he shouted, grabbing it back and pushing her away. He sat up again, leaning forwards and watching intently as a skinny, lithe boy walked into the press room. His hair was standing straight upwards, as if he hadn’t just played a four and a half hour match.
‘He’s cute,’ Santana called over her shoulder as, still very much topless, she walked into the bathroom.
‘Shut up,’ Blaine shouted back, throwing a pillow that slapped against the closed door. ‘He’s the newest American to break into the top 100, and I’m the US captain; I should know how he’s doing.’
‘Uuuhuuuh,’ she drawled. ‘That’s why you’re interested. Nothing to do with his nubile, 18-year-old body.’
‘You’re vulgar and I hate you.’
‘I’m right and you love me.’
‘He won,’ Blaine said, eyebrows raised.
‘That he did. In 5 sets, 4 hours and 37 minutes. Don’t expect him to get much farther.’
‘Hey, I don’t remember either of us getting through the first round in our first senior tournaments,’ he said. ‘And how the hell do you know every result before it’s even happened? You’ve not even glanced at a TV since we got up here.’
‘Wouldn’t want to tell you and ruin the mystique,’ she called out over the sound of a running tap. ‘I don’t know how he managed it though. He looks like a sharp gust of wind would blow him over. Bet you wish you could blow h…’
‘SHUT UP, SANTANA,’ Blaine shouted back louder, turning the volume of the TV up to maximum to cover the sound of her cackling.
‘…must be pretty pleased with your performance today.’
‘Oh wow, yeh,’ Kurt gushed, cheeks flushed, both from his intensity of his match and the thrill of his first press conference. ‘For sure. I was so happy just to get the wildcard into the tournament. I wasn’t even expecting that my first year on the tour, so to actually win my first match, and against Nadal…Yeh, I mean, wow.’
He giggled and blushed as a ripple of laughter went through the room at his obvious excitement.
‘I’m normally a lot more composed than this, I promise,’ he said with a grin, ‘this is all just really new for me.’
‘Nothing wrong with that,’ one of the reports in the front row said, ‘makes a change from some of the jaded faces we see here time and again. We’re all very happy for you,’
‘Thank you, I really appreciate that,’ Kurt said with a shy smile.
‘So,’ another voice spoke up, ‘you’ve just beaten one of the most famous faces in tennis, that’s definitely going to get you some attention. What are you planning to do with your new-found fame? I bet you’ll have the girls knocking your door down.’
‘Oh…’ Kurt rubbed a hand over the back of his neck, face turning a deep red. ‘Well….I’m…’ he paused for a moment, looking out across the sea of faces and took a deep, slow breath in and then out. ‘I’m actually gay, so probably not. But I wouldn’t say no to some of the boys, though.’
Santana poked her head out of the bathroom, toothbrush hanging limply by her side.
‘Did he just say what I heard him just say?’
Blaine didn’t reply. Couldn’t reply. He just sat there, mouth gaping, knuckles turning white as he gripped the remote tightly in his fist.
‘I think he just did,’ he whispered when he finally regained control of his voice, eyes glued to the screen.
