G: Do you remember your first OTP? If so who was it? - I do remember my four first otps. They all happened at the same time so I count ‘em as the first. They were Helga/Arnold, Green Ranger/Pink Ranger, Misty/Ash and Haruka/Michiru.
L: Your favorite fanartist/author gives you one request, what do you ask for? - Either Big Wonder domestic lovin’ fanarts or flirty after saving the day banter. Because, really, a space warrior and her amazonian princess would be fucking precious.
S: Show us an example of your own personal head canon -
Quinn/Mercedes: The news of her accident stopped them all dead in their tracks. Tina let out a gasp and shot Mike a terrified look. Santana and Brittany instantly clasped hands as Santana used her free right hand to try to text Q because this was bull shit; it wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. Not Tubbers…
Sugar and the rest of the guys were standing still with their mouths gaping, scarcely taking the chance to breathe as Burt placed a steadying hand on Puck who wavered a bit. Rachel’s eyes were overflowing with tears as she held onto one of Finn’s arms as the awkwardly huge young man muttered his old mantra of ‘it’ll be okay, it’ll be okay’.
No one but Will noticed a person was hurriedly leaving the room. He took after her quickly. “Mercedes! Where are you going? Hey!” The girl barely paid him any mind as she strode as fast as she could—without running—to the courthouse doors. “Mercedes, listen to me. Stop!” Her teacher placed a hand on her shoulder and forced her to stop and look at him. Her eyes were stinging with the copious tears streaming down her face, bluring her vision and mussing up her mascara.
“It happened on Perkins and Castro. Th-they’ll take her to Lima West General. I’m going, Mr. Schue.”
“You aren’t in any condition to drive. Stay here, we’ll wait for ne—”
“NO! You don’t get it. She’s going to a hospital. So I’m going to a hospital. Quinn… she’s… she’s important. She doesn’t go in a hospital room without me.”
She let Mr. Schue fuss and gently argue with her for a few more moments before breaking out of his grasp and running out the court house doors. As fast as her heeled feet could take her, Mercedes got into her small, beat up Nissan and furiously rubbed at her eyes. Quinn Fabray was more than just her sister. She was her so— Mercedes shook her head. Now wasn’t the time to question why she was doing this. She was just going where her heart needed her to be. Turning her key and letting her car roar into action, one Mercedes Jones pulled out of her parking space and sped off in the direction of the near by hospital.
She had lost Quinn once. She wasn’t going to do it again.
