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heelmcmahon · 4 years

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Ring Games ♛ Adam Cole

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warnings: just smut lol

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- The daughter of Shawn Michaels, Y/N, is a wrestler in NXT. She currently feuds with NXT women's champion, Shayna Baszler in a storyline. Her good friend, Finn Balor is the #1 contender for the NXT championship, currently held by Adam Cole. A mixed tag match has been set up for NXT Takeover: Atlanta, winner takes all, no DQ with both titles on the line.

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You do your final stretches before having to walk down the ramp to the ring. This would be the biggest match of your WWE career thus far. You and your tag partner for the night, Finn Balor were hoping to win your respective titles in a hard fought match in the main event. This would be his 3rd title reign and your 2nd. You previously held the title for 89 days before losing it to Shayna Baszler in a ladder match. Your rematch had finally arrived.

You feel a hand on your shoulder whilst shaking off any nerves you may have. You turn your head to see one of your opponents for the night, Adam Cole. Adam was never really a friendly guy to you. He loved to tease you and make sarcastic jokes and snarky comments. There wasn't really any bad blood, he's just an annoying guy to be around. Also, everyone knew how much of a flirt he was. You couldn't help but feel like there was some sort of tension between the two of you. He knew it too. You two are always flirting with each other, you more subtle than him. Your most common form of flirtatiousness was nicknames.

"Hey, Michaels. Don't wine too much when you come up short tonight, it's not easy facing a guy like Adam Cole Bay Bay.", he says. Your ring name is Melody Michaels, after your dad, the Heartbreak Kid, Shawn Michaels. It was hard at first to make a name for yourself in this business without being compared to your dad all the time, but soon you realized you could embrace it and be your own person at the same time. You take a lot of inspiration from him with your moveset. Hopefully tonight will really take your career to the next level.

"Sure, Cole. I'll do my best, just for you." you replied back with a fake smile so he clearly knew you were being sarcastic.

"This outfit you've put together tonight is really something different. I've never seen you wear something like it." He's clearly checking you out since you catch his eyes on your thighs. He was right though. Tonight you had new gear made for the special occasion of main eventing Takeover. You wear a dark purple set. It consists of a top that cuts off a little bit below your boobs with thick straps that cross across your back like an X. The top is sparkly and is lined with rhinestones. The bottoms are high waisted and reach just under your butt. They are super tight and lift a little above your thighs on the sides. They are also coated in glitter and lined with rhinestones. You wear your normal black fishnet tights, black knee pads, and your wrestling boots. You also decide to do your makeup a little heavier than usual. Nothing too extreme but still flawless and noticeable. You're also wearing your signature black leather jacket with a broken heart on the back to carry the legacy of your father. Your hair is curled and hangs low to the middle of your back.

"Yeah well I want to look good when Finn and I win our titles back". You don't look at him when you respond; you stay focussed on your warmup.

"Whatever you say, babe. I'll see you in the ring then." He walks past you but not before sending a wink your way. You simply roll your eyes and dismiss it.

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"And his tag team partner, from Chandler, Arizona: Melody Michaels!" The crowd roars as your name is announced and theme song plays. Finn stands by the end of the ramp waiting for you. You share a quick look, nod to each other, and then proceed to the ring. Shayna and Adam stand in the back corner of the ring eyeing you down. Finn walks up the stairs and holds the ropes open for you. You step in and walk with confidence to the front of the ring, facing the hard camera. You hold your arms out and yell words to pump up you and the crowd. You do the same for the right side of the ring and then turn your back to the camera to acknowledge the fans behind you. Finn waits in the ring for you to finish your entrance while Shayna looks around at the crowd with an annoyed face as they chant your name. Adam however can't keep his eyes off you. He has a sly smirk on his face. Your music dies down and you go stand next to Finn, across from Adam and Shayna.

"The following contest is a Mixed Gender Tag Team Winner Take All Extreme Rules Match! And it is for the NXT Women's Championship and the NXT Championship! Introducing first: the challengers. Melody Michaels and Finn Balor!

You and Finn step forward and acknowledge the fans cheering for you. You turn your head to yell in your opponents faces. "Better say goodbye to your title reigns because those championships are coming back to where they belong." Shayna simply rolls her eyes but Adam responds. "Not a chance, babe. Now backup and let the champs get introduced." He says.

You take a step back and think about his words. He is such a flirty jerk, but you couldn't help but feel butterflies when he called you babe this time around.

When Alicia Taylor introduces Adam and Shayna, you watch Adam take a few steps forward and yell at the crowd. Shayna does her signature "Queen of Spades" pose. They turn back around and hold their titles up to the ref. Adam sends you another quick wink, but before you can process it, the bell is rung.

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You're about 15 minutes into the match. Finn and Adam lay outside the ring trying to regain some strength after they both went through tables. You and Shayna fight in the ring. You hit her with a fisherman suplex and go for the pin. She kicks out at 2. Before she can get back up, you grab her and put her in her own submission, the Kirifouda Clutch. She is slowly fading, but she reversed it and somehow gets your shoulders pinned to the mat. You also kick out at 2. You both get back to your feet. She charges at you and you use her momentum to send her over the top rope. Shayna now stands on the apron. You run to the ropes to gain momentum and spear her through the middle rope. She hits the floor hard. You throw your hands up and taunt to the crowd. However, when you turn back around, Adam Cole stands in the ring.

"What is it, Cole? Are you gonna punch me?" You ask in a fake pouty voice with a puppy dog lip. You hold your hands around your back in an innocent way.

"I could never hit you, babe. You know that." he says looking down at you.

You find a wave of confidence come over you as the crowd cheers. You respond, "Well, what is it that you want, handsome?" Your hand now rest on Adam's bare chest as you get a little closer to him. His face shows that he is surprised by the nickname you've given him.

"Come on now, Michaels, you know what I want." He takes a step closer to you with a seductive look on his face. Now it's his turn to place his hands on your body. He rests them low on your waist.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Finn start to make it to his feet again. You play along with Adam while you see Finn slide into the ring. You also take a step closer to Adam and lift your head up a bit (if it's even possible to get closer). Your mouths are just inches away from touching.

"I'm not sure I do, Cole. But I do know one thing, maybe you should turn around."

He looks confused as he turns around. You get out of the way so Finn can hit Adam with a sling blade. Adam lays on the ground and you look down at him, "Sorry, handsome, I guess that's just what happens when you aren't paying attention." You send him a wink.

Finally, Finn Balor climbs to the top rope and hits Adam with the Coup de Grace. Before he goes for the pin, you see Shayna get back in the ring. With your quick thinking, you tune up the band and kick her square in the face with some Sweet Chin Music. You and Finn both go for the cover on your opponents.

3! The bell rings.

"Here are your winners, and new NXT Women's Champion and NXT Champion: Melody Michaels and Finn Balor!"

The crowd is going crazy. You pull Finn in for a hug and then clink your titles together in a celebratory fashion. Shayna looks beyond pissed. Adam on the other hand, has a look of pure anger, but yet a look of lust is written on his face. You blow him a kiss and display a smirk as you and Finn exit the ring. You walk up the ramp with your backs to the titantron as Adam Cole is still staring you down.

You and Finn walk through the curtain and arrive backstage. You two are greeted with hugs, congratulations, water bottles, and towels. You place your titles down on a road case.

"I had such a great time tagging with you tonight, Y/N", Finn says, "Hopefully we'll get another mixed tag match soon."

"I couldn't agree more, Finn! You seriously killed it out there. I'll see you tomorrow for lunch?" you say.

"You know it. See ya then, Y/N". He gives you a long hug and walks towards the men's locker room.

It isn't long before Adam and Shayna come through the curtain. Shayna shakes your hand and you two have a quick and casual conversation about the match and working together. Then, Adam walks your way. With no warning at all, he grabs your hand pulls you out of gorilla. He drags you through the halls of the arena until you reach his private locker room that he shares with the rest of the Undisputed Era. The room is empty since the Kyle, Bobby, and Roddy left after their matches earlier in the show.

Adam pulls you into the room and quickly shuts the door. He wastes no time before pushing you up against the wall. His left hand is placed on your lower back, pulling you close to him so your lower halves are touching. His right hand is next to your head, resting on the wall. Your faces are extremely close together, but there is still a few inches in between you.

"What the hell was that out there? Huh? Explain to me what that was all about?" Adam says, clearly extremely annoyed.

You decide to act dumb and play innocent. "I'm not sure I know what you're talking about, babe." You stare into his blazing blue eyes.

"Don't play dumb with me, Y/N. You distracted me in the ring and I lost my title because of it. So, now you're gonna pay for it." Adam has an intense and serious look on his face but his eyes long with lust.

You reply to him, your faces now closer than ever. Your hands roam Adam's chest and slide over every part of his abs, quickly looking down at them. "Oh? I'm gonna pay for it? How so?" You look up at him again.

"We are going back to my hotel room and I'm gonna fuck you into the mattress until you scream my name loud for everyone to hear." He says.

You answer simply. "I'll meet you at your car in 10." Your hands slide down Adam's arms and you pull away from him, exiting the room, but not before winking at him for the millionth time tonight.

You walk to the women's locker room. You strip out of your sweaty ring gear and put on your casual everyday clothes. You wear a pair of leggings, a cropped yellow top, with white shoes. You pair it with your WWE PC jacket since it is a bit chilly tonight. You grab your large bag and carry it out to the parking lot.

The walk to Adam's car was much easier than you thought it would be. You spot him leaning on the driver door. He looks up from his phone and sees you coming, so he hops into the driver's seat.

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The car ride back to the hotel was only about 4 minutes. It was silent, but not awkward. You could not wait to get inside and let Adam see and touch every part of your body.

When Adam pulls up to the hotel, you both grab all of your items, walk in, and check in. You walk up to a desk and Adam talks to the lady at the desk next to you. Somehow he finishes checking in before you and walks over to the desk you're being helped at.

"You can just cancel her room", he tells the front desk lady helping you, "she's gonna stay with me tonight," he tell the woman. You shoot him a very knowing look. The front desk lady looks at you and says, "You don't need this room?". You look up at Adam and he's looking down at you. His face looks so serious and stern. He simply states to you, "You don't need that room, Y/N." You look back to the lady at the desk and say, "Sorry, I won't be needing a room tonight." She looks down at her computer screen pushing some buttons. Before she gets the chance to look back up, you are pulled by the arm to the nearest elevator.

Before you can even say one word to Adam about that whole front desk show he just put on, his lips are planted on yours. You hear a ding, signaling that the elevator doors are closing.

With no thinking at all, you kiss him back. Your back is pressed to a wall in the elevator. Adam's hands are set low on your back. You have one on his chest and one in his hair. The kiss is so passionate and full of desire. You both want more. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip. You allow him to deepen the kiss. When he does, a soft sound escapes your lips. This makes Adam crazy. He removes his left hand and places it on your butt. Eventually, his hand rises from your butt to your waist. He plays with the hem of your cropped tank top signaling that he wants it off. Before the kiss can escalate anymore, the elevator doors open. Both of you break the kiss, quickly gather your bags, and move as fast as you can to Adam's hotel room, which apparently you were staying in tonight.

Adam opens the door and you both enter. He pulls you to the bed and pushes you to sit on the edge of the bed. He slowly crawls over you, his hand roaming your body the whole time. Finally, Adam says something, "You're gonna do whatever I say. The only thing I want to hear coming from your mouth is my name. Do you understand?" His voice is very stern. You nod with fake innocence written all over your face, excited for what's to come.

"Good girl." Adam's mouth attacks yours again. His hair drapes over your face like a curtain. His hand reaches for your shirt again. This time, he pulls it off your body. Adam breaks the kiss to pull your leggings and panties off in one go, as you remove your bra. Adam stands up and removes his clothing as well. When he lays back down, you climb on top.

Another strong and sloppy kiss begins. This time Adam shows dominance as he attacks your neck and shoulders instead of your mouth. You let moans escape your mouth. Your fingers are laced in Adam's long hair. Shortly later, Adam gives you a command. "On your back, now."

You remove yourself from Adam's grasp and lay down on the bed. Adam takes in the sight of your naked body. "Damn, babe. I've been waiting for this moment for so long" Adam says. You let out a slight giggle.

Next, Adam gives you no warning and slide one finger deep into your soaking wet pussy. You groan loudly, not expecting the sudden pleasure. Adam seems satisfied with your reaction. He slides in another finger, pumping in out out. Now you're really a moaning mess. Adam takes your vocalness as a sign to add another finger. He slides in and out of your body at a rapid pace. You yell out, "Oh god! Adam! Please!" When Adam feels that you are getting close to your climax, he pulls his fingers out of you. "Good girls get to come, you cost me my title. This isn't going to be easy for you, babe." Adam says to you. You try to catch your breath as ecstasy almost washes over you. You close your legs and wine a bit, not getting the full feeling of overwhelming pleasure.

Adam harshly opens your legs back up. Once again with no warning at all, he slams his cock into you. Now you really scream out. Feeling embarrassed, you drape your arm over your moth in an attempt to keep quiet. Adam notices this and pins your arms on the bed on each side of your head. "Not today, babe, I want you to scream my name so everyone in the building knows who's giving you the best sex of your life."

And with that, Adam picks up the pace. He slams into your body over and over and over, watching you every step of the way. Skin slapping and the bed creaking fills the room. The sounds that escape your mouth make Adam thrust even harder. Suddenly, he rams hard into your g-spot.

"Oh my fucking god! Adam! Don't stop! Oh god!" You moan in pleasure.

"That's right, baby, yell my name. Scream it." Adam lowly groans out.

"Adam, I'm gonna come," you say.

"Not until I hear you screaming my name." Adam says. He thrusts even harder than before, slamming every time directly into your g-spot. Except now, his thumbs plays around with your clit.

"Adam! Adam! Oh my fuck- Adam! Shit!" You finally scream out. Your vision is quickly taken away as your eyes are tightly shut. The ecstasy and pleasure washing over you right now in this moment is unlike any other sex you've had before.

Adam finally allows you to release, "That's right, baby, fuckin' scream it." He releases shortly after into your pussy. You both ride out your orgasms as Adam thrusts slowly and deeply into your body.

Adam lays on the bed next to you as you both catch your breath.

"Fucking shit, Adam," you say.

He laughs quietly and replies, "I hope you're ready for round 2, tonight isn't gonna be easy for you."

And with that, the rest of the night was spent fucking until daylight. As the night went on, Adam became more and more aggressive. You seriously didn't know if you would be able to walk at all tomorrow. But that's tomorrow's problem, right now you're just focussed on Adam... and will be all night.

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skieswords · 4 years

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Pull Through Part 3

Please read part 1 first to make sure you check all of the trigger warnings❤️

"I'm freaking out. What are we gonna do?" Luke ran his hands through his hair and dropped into a cracked leather seat backstage. They were sitting in the dressing room at Club Hollywood, a lowkey bar in Downtown LA. By some form of miracle, Sunset Curve had managed to book their first proper gig, with real people watching, who actually wanted to watch. Granted, they were only opening for a slightly more well-known band, but it was a start. However, Bobby had called the club, and told them he wouldn't be able to make it. The boys were losing it, and had no idea what to do. "We can go on without him. It'll be fine, we're totally in sync." Luke stared at Alex and bit his lip. "Dude, you're kidding. It'll mess up the whole set, we need a second guitar." Reggie pouted and pointed to his guitar. "Hey, I'm still here." Luke rested his head in his hands and groaned. "Reg. You play bass." He rolled his eyes with a slight smirk, and started racking his brain. A flash of orange made him think, and he sat up, reaching for Alex's arm. "Come on. Drive me back to yours." Alex looked at him in disbelief. "What's that gonna do? We have another 2 hours before we have to get Becca, we need to practice." Luke pulled Alex to his feet, and looked him straight in the eye. "Trust me." Alex groaned, and looked to Reggie, who shrugged. "Reg, stay here. We'll be back soon." Reggie's face fell, and the boys heard him shouting after them, as Luke legged it down the corridor, closely tailed by Alex.

"Bex?" Becca looked up to her door, and was surprised to see a flustered looking Luke, his face red and hopeful. "Oh, hey Luke. What you doing here?" Luke stepped into her room, and closed the door behind him. Becca looked up at him expectantly, as he wrung his hands at the bottom of her bed. "Bobby dropped out for tonight." Becca's eyes widened, and she jumped off her bed. "What? But tonight's your first real gig!" Luke nodded, and strolled over to the corner of her room. "Anyway, we can't find anyone to fill in for him." Becca frowned as Luke's fingers trailed over the guitar in the corner. "Luke..." He turned to her with pleading eyes, and it took a bit of effort not to concede instantly. "Please, Bex. This means everything to me." He came towards her and grabbed her hands, squeezing them tightly. Becca looked up into his eyes, deep pools of green, with flecks of gold floating in them. She'd do anything for those eyes. "Luke, I can't. I don't play." He dropped her hands and rolled his eyes. "Bullshit. You have to play, I've seen your music! And I've heard you playing in the loft before. Please. I'm begging you." Becca looked over to the guitar in the corner and sighed. "I- Luke I've never played electric." His face lit up, and he grabbed it off the stand. "I'll teach you. We have two hours until we're on, and it's easier than acoustic. You'll pick it up in no time, I promise." His eyes were so hopeful, and he looked so young and innocent, that she couldn't say no. It meant so much to him. Becca looked to the homework on her bed, and sighed. "If I can figure it out, then yes. Maybe." His smile was so wide she thought it must hurt, and he caught her off guard by scooping her up and spinning her around in his arms. "Yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you. Come on, let's go." He grabbed her hand and tried to pull her towards the door, but she stopped, and looked down at herself. "Luke?" He turned back and smiled at her, still tugging gently on her hand. "I can't go in this." She indicated to her sweats and the old hoodie, and he frowned. "True. You can't. Uh, you own anything black?" Becca snorted and headed for her wardrobe. "What kinda stuff do rockstars wear?" She bit back a laugh as Luke did a dramatic spin, holding out the lapels of his jacket. "Right, but I'm not gonna wear that, am I." She waved a hand at his sleeveless shirt, and low-cut jeans. Alex came in then, and groaned when he found Luke sitting on Becca's bed. "Dude, what have I said? You're not allowed in her room alone." Becca sent Alex a disapproving glance, and turned back to her wardrobe. "What should I wear tonight?" Alex moved to stand beside Becca, and reached into the mess of clothes. "You'll be backstage, so black works?" Becca frowned and looked to Luke questioningly, who was gesturing wildly behind Alex's back, drawing a line across his throat and shaking his head. "Uh, okay. Jeans? Or like a skirt? Or shorts... uh." Alex pulled a pair of black denim shorts out, and threw them at her. "There. They'll be fine. Luke?" He held open the door to Becca's bedroom, and raised his eyebrows. Luke sniffed and smirked, biting his lip and glancing at Alex as he walked out the door. Becca laughed as she heard Alex smack him in the hall, and pulled out the rest of her clothes. "That's my baby sister dude! No perving!" Luke laughed in response, and Becca imagined his goofy little grin, his hands shoved in his pockets, or fiddling with the chains on his jeans.

Luke snuck back into Becca's room a few minutes later, knocking to make sure she was decent. "I'm gonna dump this in the car- woah." Becca turned round to look at him with a nervous smile. "Do I look okay?" Luke gulped and blinked a few times. "Uh, yeh. You look great." Becca looked down at her outfit and bit her lip. Black cutoffs, and fishnet tights, paired with her black chuck taylors, and a Sunset Curve t-shirt knotted at the front. After looking her up and down slowly, nodding in approval, Luke frowned a little and looked down at his own jeans. He put the guitar on the bed, before detaching one of the chains hanging from his belt loop and reaching towards her. "Here, this'll top it off." Becca's eyes grew as she watched Luke kneel down, and felt his hand on her waist, clipping the chains onto her shorts. "Great. Uh, meet you downstairs in 5?" Becca blinked and nodded, taking a step away from him and rubbing her neck awkwardly. Luke snapped his fingers at her and pulled the door shut behind him, leaving Becca to continue staring at herself in the mirror, tugging her shorts down every now and again. After throwing a black and grey checked flannel over her shoulders, she jumped down the stairs, and bumped into Alex coming out of the bathroom. "You look ace, proper little groupie we've got." He grabbed her hand and spun her around, before dragging her out to the car, where Luke was already sitting, music blaring from the windows. "Cmon, we've got things to do!" Alex rolled his eyes at Luke's overexcited-puppy behaviour, and pulled back his seat to let Becca climb in. "Let's get this show on the road!" Luke turned and winked at Becca, leaving her to laugh at his antics, and watch out the window, one knee pulled up to her chest, chewing her lip anxiously.

Becca was pacing back and forth, wringing her hands desperately. They had an hour until they were expected on stage, and Luke still hadn't gotten a chance to come help her with the guitar part. In all honesty, she'd lied to Luke about never having played electric before, hoping to deter him from asking her. Obviously this hadn't worked, but she was pretty sure he wouldn't complain about it once they were on stage. "Hey, there you are. Ready to do this?" Becca turned to face Luke, her face almost grey. "I don't know why I said I could do this. I can't play on a stage! With all those people watching..." Luke stepped towards her and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, forcing her to look up at him. At 5'3, even Luke was tall to her, and her worried eyes met his, seeking comfort in the familiar emerald orbs. He pushed her gently towards the guitars in the corner, and swung the strap over his shoulder. He plugged in the amp, and strummed the strings quickly, tuning them with expert fingers. Satisfied, he shortened the strap a little, and held it out for her to step under. "It's a little heavier than what you're used to, but you won't notice it in a moment." Becca adjusted the strap again herself and frowned as her neck strained with the weight, before swinging her hair out from under the strap. Luke turned back to her, his own guitar hanging round his neck, and smiled at her reassuringly. "Okay, it's mainly A and D in the first verse. A first, then D, then A..." Luke continued to show her the chords for the set, smiling proudly every time she got it right, and resting his hand over her fingers every time she got it wrong, adjusting her fingers ever so lightly. It was sweet, watching his surprised expressions when she managed the more difficult combinations, and she felt a strange feeling in her stomach, as the time ticked by. "Okay so there's this one part, where Bobby and I usually play back and forth, kinda like call and response? But I can just play that whole section if you want?" Becca smirked and rolled her eyes. She knew the section well, and after years of listening to the boys play, she was pretty sure she had it engraved in her brain. "I'll give it a go. I think I know what bit you're on about." Luke pulled his guitar over his head and stepped behind her, putting his hands over hers. Becca's eyes widened and she gulped, mentally slapping her forehead and forcing her brain to cooperate. "So put your left hand on the 7th fret... yeah right there, A shape... perfect. 4th, 2nd, 6th, 3rd..." Becca lost focus as her head turned slightly to her left, and she found Luke's face, furrowed with concentration. She felt a smile tug at the corners of her lips, watching him bite his lip as his calloused fingers curved softly over her own. He noticed she wasn't playing, and turned to face her, his eyes meeting bright blue. A playful grin appeared on his face, and Becca felt a blush creeping up her chest. "Yo, Luke, we're on soon, you read- Bex?" Luke coughed and took a step back from Becca, grinning at Alex, who's eyes were wide and mildly disapproving. Becca rolled her eyes at Luke's expression, and swung the guitar over her head, resting it next to Luke's. "I've got this, Alex. Promise." Alex's face was wrought with worry and surprise, but after registering Luke and Becca's hopeful faces, he groaned, and walked away. "I'm gonna kill you Lucas." Luke grinned at Alex's retreating form, and the middle finger held high above his blonde hair, before turning to Becca. She stood with her arms across her chest, bottom lip in between her teeth as she chewed frantically. "Hey, Bex. You're okay." Luke reached a hand out and grabbed her hand, forcing her to let go of her lip so she could smile up at him. "You got this."

The wings were stuffy, men dressed all in black running across the stage now and again. Alex's drums sat pride of place on a platform towards the back, and the boys' and Becca's mics were arranged around at the front. She'd spoken to Luke, and convinced him she couldn't sing. It took a lot of convincing, but they stopped when Reggie had realised Becca was playing for them, pulling his surrogate little sister into his arms and hugging her tightly. "I always said we'd make a rockstar of you." Becca smiled as she thought about it, laughing to herself. Her, a rockstar? I don't think so. She'd leave that to Alex. A hand between her shoulder blades told her it was time to go, and Becca looked up at Alex. He looked nervous, but excited at the same time, if that was even possible. She imagined he felt similar to her, with butterflies going mental in her stomach, and weird shivers creeping up her spine every 2 minutes. They stepped into the blinding lights of the stage together, Alex's hand only leaving her back when they reached her mic. Luke nodded towards their guitar stands, and Becca followed him over. "Breathe. You'll be great." His hand brushed hers, and she smiled, taking the guitar he offered her. "Let's do this." With one final smirk, Luke turned to the crowd, hardly visible through the smoke off the lights, and started waving, smiling like a madman. Becca rolled her eyes, and swung the guitar strap over her head. With one final breath, she turned to face the crowd also, finding herself grinning in anticipation. She looked around the boys, and found her heart clenching desperately, as she registered the looks of unadulterated bliss on their faces. Alex was rubbing his drumsticks together, his eyes sparkling in the lights, as he tossed his hair off his forehead. Reggie was waving into the crowd excitedly, jumping up and down on his toes lightly. Luke was knelt down towards the front, grabbing the hands of some high school girls they knew. Becca frowned at this, and turned her attention back to her guitar. "Hey everyone! We've got a special guest tonight, our drummer's little sister, Bex!" The audience clapped and cheered, and Becca felt her chest tighten. "We're Sunset Curve-" Reggie jumped in. "Tell your friends!" The lights in the audience came down, and as Reggie struck the first chord, Becca felt like the world was moving in slow motion. Her own fingers started sliding up and down the fretboard, and she felt a jolt of energy flow through her as she picked the first string. Alex came in, and her heart rate picked up. This was it. And then suddenly, a rush of adrenaline sped through her, setting her skin on fire, as Luke began to sing. He was jumping up and down, his left leg kicking out to the side every other chord. Becca stopped thinking, and tossed her hair behind her as the chorus started, trying everything in her power not to join in. Alex was going mental behind her, his hands flying around the drum kit so fast she could hardly make out the pale beige of his sticks. Reggie was having the time of his life, head thrown back in excitement. Luke was the one to watch though. He was like a man possessed, his eyes on fire as his hands flew around his guitar expertly, occasionally jumping off to grab the mic, and letting Becca take over the main melody line. Her cheeks were aching, and it was too much work not to sing. As the second chorus kicked in, she let go, and stepped up to her mic properly.

Don't look down 'Cause we're still rising Up right now

Luke turned in surprise as a fourth voice joined in, but his face lit up when he realised the voice carrying throughout the club was hers, and he grinned at her. She rolled her eyes, and continued, reaching a hand up when she got the chance to run her fingers through her curls, grabbing her mic and pulling it closer to her.

And even if we hit the ground We'll still fly Keep dreaming like we'll live forever But live it like it's now or never

The bridge was coming up, and Luke cast a glance over his shoulder, trying to make a decision in the next few seconds. Becca was radiant, her eyes glowing with a fire he'd only ever felt, never seen. He gulped as her hand ran through her curls, coming back to rest on the mic in front of her. She was incredible, and his eyes drifted to where her hands now rested on the fretboard of his old Fender, chipped black nail polish against the red of her fingertips, bruising from the pressure. Something clicked, and he silently apologised to Alex, before catching Becca's eye, and nodding at her, asking her to join him. She rolled her eyes, but couldn't help herself, and moved towards him.

We ain't searching for tomorrow (tomorrow) 'Cause we got all we need today (today)

Becca met Luke at his mic, just as she joined Reggie on the top harmony, her voice ringing in Luke's ears. If he hadn't been so caught up in the moment, he would have been speechless. They were nearly touching, and Becca could feel Luke's hot breath on her face as they shared the mic. Their eyes never left each others, and Becca could feel Alex's glare burning the backs of their heads. Luke's hair fell forward onto his forehead, the tips damp with sweat. In that moment, with the fire in his eyes, his arms bulging, and voice raspy as ever, Becca had never found him more attractive.

Living on a feeling that's been running through our veins We're the revolution that's been singing in the rain

Becca turned to look at Reggie, who was looking at Luke with an amused expression. As they got ready to launch into the last chorus, Becca decided it really was now or never, and jumped onto the platform Alex was on, shooting him a smile as he sang and clapped his hands, head shaking ever so slightly towards her. She winked and started up the final chords, eyes closed in pure ecstasy, high on the energy of the music. She could feel eyes on her, and had a feeling Luke's were included in that. Indeed, when she opened her eyes, green met blue, and she almost felt the need to cover up. Luke's eyes burned through her, and she couldn't take her eyes off him, or the look on his face. He was in absolute awe of her, and the light that radiated from her when she played. He knew what it was, because she looked how he felt. Overcome with the music, she'd let herself go completely, her heart beating with the drums, her blood flowing with the melody, her only source of oxygen the words of the song. His only question was why she'd never joined them before. She was breathtaking on stage, and after a confirmatory glance at the audience, he knew it wasn't just because of his childhood crush. Of the many stares from the audience, a lot of them were on her, everyone wondering who this electrified beauty was. As the final chord rang out, from Luke's guitar, there was a millisecond of silence, in which Becca jumped off Alex's mini stage, and made her way back to her mic, hands resting on top of her guitar gently. The applause was deafening, and Becca dropped her eyes to her shoes, shuffling her feet side to side. That was until someone grabbed her hand, and she looked up, to find Luke beaming down at her. He dragged her off stage, and she found herself laughing hysterically, unable to contain herself. Luke lifted the guitar off her shoulders and leant it against the wall, before turning back to her and pulling her into a hug. "You were so awesome! I fucking knew you could do it, I knew it! You rocked that, they loved you!" Becca squealed and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder, not caring about the layer of sweat making his skin glitter in the soft light. "Dude, get off her." Luke dropped Becca to the floor gently and turned around sheepishly, face falling when he spotted Alex. His smile quickly returned, when he noticed the look of pride on Alex's face, and he watched as Becca sprinted towards him, jumping into his arms as he spun her round. "Who would've thought, my baby sister, a rockstar? You were incredible, I had no idea you could do that?" Becca giggled as Alex set her back down, still jumping up and down on her tiptoes with excitement. Reggie came running through a moment later, sweat running down his forehead. "Sorry, went off the wrong side. Bex? What the heck?" He held out his arms, and she gave him a tight hug, laughing at the look of pure astonishment on his face. She stood between Alex and Reggie, Alex's arm resting over her shoulders comfortably. They jostled her between them as they made their way back to the dressing room, Luke walking behind them with his hands shoved in his pockets, a triumphant grin resting on his face. "I wish I'd placed bets, I would've made so much cash!" Becca rolled her eyes and slid her jacket off her shoulders, dropping onto the couch. "I don't think I've ever sweat this much. You could've warned me, I'd have brought a spare shirt." Alex grabbed his bag from down beside the couch, and reached into it, tossing her a sunset curve shirt. "Thanks. How many of these things do you have?" Becca stood up and grabbed the hem of her shirt, dragging it over her stomach. Alex yelled and jumped in front of her, pulling it back down. "Uh, not here." Becca looked to Reggie, who was kneeling on the floor, sorting out piles of t-shirts, and to Luke, who was conveniently facing the door. "It's fine, Alex." He groaned and turned round, trying to block her from view with his body. A soft chuckle came from the direction Luke faced, and Becca smirked, pulling the fresh top on gratefully. "Cool, so what do we do now? Is that us done for the night?" Luke spun round, walking towards his own bag, and knelt down. "Pretty much, yeh. I'll just drop you home and then go to Reggie's to help the boys get everything sorted." Luke snorted from his spot on the floor, and dragged his shirt over his head, using it to wipe his face before throwing it at Reggie. Becca's eyes raked over his body, taking in his chest, those abs... Alex noticed, and kicked Luke, who hadn't let Becca's gaze go unnoticed, and smirked. "My eyes are up here, Bex." Becca rolled her eyes and took a step towards the window, leaning on the ledge and sighing as the chilled air hit her back. "I was just trying to figure out where you find the time to go to the gym, you know, between band rehearsals and all the school work you do." Luke smirked again, tugging his fresh top over his head. This one had sleeves, she noticed regretfully. "Gym isn't the only way to work out Bex." He winked at her, and dodged away from Alex's fist, falling onto the sofa laughing. "No sex jokes in front of my baby sister!" Alex fell on top of him and started pummeling Luke's chest playfully, leaving Becca to process what Luke had just said. Reggie appeared at her side, leaning his elbow on her shoulder. "Ignore him. He's in the studio so much, I've walked in on him almost a million times hanging from the rafters." Becca looked up at him in feigned confusion, but the rush of relief in her stomach was undeniable. "Don't worry, I won't say anything." He walked away with a knowing smirk, picking up an armful of t-shirts from the floor. "Guys, come on." Alex rolled off of Luke, and swung his bag over his shoulder, following Reggie out the door. Luke did the same, but he winked at Becca as he left, reaching his hand out towards her. "Now for the afterparty."

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g7mafiascenarios · 4 years

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The Gentleman.

synopsis : A very fine gentleman saved her from being kicked out of her important class not realizing who he really was.

characters : Mark Tuan, Ahn Athena, Sara, Hina

genre : mafia!mark, got7!mafia

warnings : swear words.

The school gardeners were peacefully sweeping the floor with a hum that was previously filled with loud laughters and footsteps on the grounds, now enjoying the peaceful sound of silence for about an hour.

The students were all in their respective classes since it was way past the start of school hours, but the silence was interrupted by loud, clicking sounds of heels running through the ground, to a familiar student.

They were particularly shocked to see the student, never seeing her coming later than the actual timing. She was known in school for achieving the best grades, had never dropped by a grade and mostly, she was never late for class until today.

Athena woke up by someone shaking her ever so roughly to see her younger sister, the icy white head looking down at her with her iconic black leather jacket with an amused look.

“Sis. I don’t know if you’re aware but don’t you have classes today? To cut your words short, it’s 9.30 in the morning,”

With that Athena started to bolt up from her own bed, quickly taking a shower - then choosing a random outfit not caring how she looked. She checked her phone with a curse, to see 100s of calls and texts from her two best friends.

But she started to curse under her breath more as soon as she drove, realizing that today is the most important class and she knew she can’t miss it. As soon as she parked her Lamborghini in the school compound, Athena started to run her way into the school grounds, not caring for the looks from the school gardeners and the cleaners.

The only sound she could hear was her high heels and she regretted so much for not caring about her outfit - realizing her class was in the 3rd storey.

As she was about to turn a corner, Athena bumped into someone - causing her books to fall abrupt, bringing herself to fall backwards on the butt. She groaned slightly before quickly grabbing her books when her gaze caught a hand holding onto her favorite class’s book towards her.

Her eyes slowly glanced up, to see a very good looking, handsome - not to mention hot but she knew it was inappropriate, staring at her.

The both of them were the only ones in the hallway. Athena thought she was late for classes too, seeing he looked young, his silky hair was dark in color, like hers His skin was slightly pale yet his lips was pinkish - but the way he dressed was too formal to attend a class.

Perhaps he was a student under fashion.

“I think this is yours?” He interrupted her thoughts with a slight cough, causing Athena to quickly grab the book from his hand.

“Thank you so much! Gosh, I’m late for class and it seems you are late too? I guessed…?” Athena smiled a little, earning an amused plus surprise look from him. At first, he looked like he wanted to reply to her but instead, he gave a smile.

“I guessed too.. Well.. which class are you going to?”

“Anatomy & Human Biology, the lecture theatre.... So, I’m heading there now!” Athena took a few steps backwards while slightly bowing towards the man before fully turning her back towards her.

“Wait!”

Athena slightly looked behind to already see him running towards her with a smile. “I’ll accompany you and don’t worry about me, I won’t be in trouble for missing a class unlike you who has to keep her name up on the achievements board,”

Small glances were made towards her as soon as she sat on her seat. Athena can’t lie that she felt a little uncomfortable with their stares, but rather than staring at her weirdly, they were giving her stares that showed fear and worry.

An hour ago, as soon as the man walked towards her to the lecture theatre, he was about to leave her when he overheard the loud voice coming from the closed off door.

“No means no, Ahn! I don’t care if you’re from the most powerful family or you’re the smartest kid out of everyone here! Late students aren’t allowed to come to class! So now before—

Instantly the professor’s words were cut off as soon as the door was opened alarge, to see the man that had accompanied Athena. He was staring quietly towards the professor.

“Mr Tuan—

“The girl is with me, I was talking to her. So stop acting like a dick and just allow her in before I personally kicked you out of the school,”

And here she is, sitting in her own seat with thoughts lingering through her mind about the man. He didn’t even introduce himself to her yet he somehow knew about her.

Athena didn’t want to sound arrogant but maybe he knew her since she is always the talk in the school regarding her grades and her in general.

As soon as the professor allowed her into the theatre, she couldn't help but glance towards the fine young man who was watching her through the slightly opened door, letting out a small smile before turning his back to leave.

But she wondered why her classmates looked a little frightened, when the fine young man spoke - all heads were turning towards him when he spoke and they would turn towards her.

Who is he?

Also, Athena swear she had seen him before - she wanted to have a good look, staring at his eyes for a good 15 seconds but it would be weird, wouldn’t it? Staring at a stranger’s face when you don’t even know who he is.

Sooner or later, the professor dismissed his class and Athena could see the way he was rushing so quickly, his face was so troubled as he ran out from the class. With that, she just shrugged her shoulders - not minding the professor since he was really being a dick to her.

Walking out of the theatre, Athena decided to meet her usual 2 friends near their lockers that were placed side by side, to already see the two of them - looking slightly worried.

Hina saw her presence from, as she nudged the other girl who was looking afar- to follow her friend’s gaze.

“Tina!” Sara called out and Athena quickly looked both directions before running towards them, afraid she might bump into someone, just like how she bumped into the fine young man earlier this morning.

“Are you okay, Athena!? What exactly happened that you had to talk to the founder?” Sara was rambling her words, earning a weird look from Athena as she was stuffing her books into her locker.

“What?! What founder? Well I was late for an hour for cla—

“What!?” Both the girls exclaimed in unison, causing students to look their way with a weird look - Athena was already frowning so deeply, wondering why her best friends were so worried.

She was just late for an hour.

“I was late for an hour for my favorite class, if you guys don’t get it,”

“No! We perfectly get it, but the fact that we hear rumors saying you were with the founder and to sum it up, did he… did he threaten you?” Sara whispered, looking at Athena with slightly wide eyes.

“No…. Threatened..? Hold on, guys! I don’t understand! What rumors are you guys talking about?” Athena tilted her head slightly as she leaned onto her locker with folded arms.

Sara turned towards Hina who was quietly staring at Athena.

“There were rumors saying the founder threatened you for being late for class,” Hina stated and Athena raised her brows. Threatened?

Athena recalls her morning, trying to remember if someone had threatened her.

Well, looking back, her little sister hasn’t once threatened her, the school gardeners were giving her amused looks and then she bumped onto the man who helped her also accompanied her to class which somehow threatened her professor.

Her best friends might be mistaken who threatened who.

“Well, the only one who threatened someone, was the man who accompanied me to class. He kind of threatened Professor Rad? Well he said he would kick him out of school if the Professor didn’t let me in class. You know how Rad is,” Athena rolled her eyes then shaking her head.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” Sara muttered slightly, her eyes looking towards Hina then Athena.

Okay that’s it,

“Okay, you two are acting weird. What’s the big deal? And you guys keep mentioning the word ‘founder’?..... What founder are you guys talking about?” Athena questioned, looking obviously too confused about what’s going on.

Both Sara and Hina looked towards each other, as if reading each other's mind.

“You don’t know, don’t you?” Hina muttered slightly and Athena was about to reply to her when all of a sudden, students were starting to hurry themselves - looking towards a direction as they ran towards the cafeteria.

Hina who was known to have a good eye-sight out of the 3, gasp slightly before lowering her head slightly. Sara followed where she was turning at, soon followed her gesture.

Athena, who was sighing while looking around, caught a pair of eyes staring at her, deeply - he was surrounded by 6, eye-catching, tall and muscular men who dressed somehow similarly to him.

The man who bumped into her, slightly stopped at his tracks - turning towards her, then letting out a small smile before following the others who had walked ahead. He didn’t even see Athena return her smile.

Sara and Hina saw the interaction between the two of them, and as soon as the group of men left fully, they turned towards Athena.

“Holy cra— Athena! Do you even exactly know, or recognize who bumped onto you earlier this morning?!” Sara exclaimed in a whisper as her head turned towards where the men had left.

“Well speaking of him, he just walked past us and he smiled at me,” Athena answered simply and Sara’s jaw widened. She didn’t know if she should be fan-girling or be scared of her best friend.

Hina who was being quiet the whole time broke the silence.

“Athena, the one who you bumped into was Mr Mark Tuan. He is the founder of our school, he owns this school and a few others plus, Mr Mark Tuan is a member of Mr Lim Jaebeom’s mafia group ”

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ⇿ 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

#got7 mafia au #got7 mafia #got7 mafia scenarios #got7 mafia imagines #got7 mark #got7 mark scenarios #got7 mark imagines #got7 scenarios #got7 imagines #what if he is a mafia

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amphtaminedreams · 4 years

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A/W 2020 Fashion Month: Before Vogue Went Blank

Hi to anyone reading,

I’m sorry this post is so late! I really have no excuse apart from all my mental energy being taken up by shooting and editing my Euphoria lookbook up until now and me being too much of a lazy, nap-loving twat to face the mammoth task of a fashion month review; honestly, by the time it’s done, it’s like a dissertation-level amount of characters, so let’s say the final push to get this out is in sympathy with all my 3rd year friends I started uni with finishing their ACTUAL dissertations.

Things have got scary since I originally started saving the photos for this post, and the world has been turned upside down. In response to the COVID-19 pandemic, the likes of which have not been seen since the Spanish Flu, Italian Vogue’s April cover was blank. As I’m writing this, 26,000+ people have died of coronavirus in Italy, the worst affected country behind the U.S in terms of sheer numbers ( though quick update: as I post this, I’m pretty sure our incompetent prick of a PM has made sure we’re up there too). Proportionally, the actual death rate is even higher, along with a handful of other European countries. There have been some complaints made about the cover and it’s supposed “lack of imagination”; all I know is that in a country whose death toll accounts for 10% of worldwide coronavirus deaths, something of a visual silence feels appropriate.

That being said, for me, writing is one of the only things giving me a sense of purpose right now. Yeah, surprise surprise, working in a grocery store isn’t all that fulfilling. Who would’ve thought it? So what better time to reflect on a time when all the rich people of the world were going about their lives as usual and sitting front row at fashion week rather than crying on Instagram live to their millions of followers about how trapped they feel in their 10 bedroom mansions.

I’ve got to say, this year’s A/W offerings were a lot better than I expected, mostly due to the fact that I’m not generally a big fan of winter fashion; it’s hard to be disappointed given my preconceptions! There’s only so many knits and coats and jeans you can see before it begins to get a bit tiring, and I expected that to be reflected in the presentations. Fortunately, even the brands which are known for their bohemian, Coachella-esque collections generally managed to translate that into something recognisable and consistent on the runway whilst actually being weather appropriate. Of course, there were a few disappointments-I’m sure if I say one of them begins with D, you can guess which brand I’m talking about-but that was more than made up for by the standouts. Gucci in particular was my 2013 Tumblr wet dream and the Moschino show was what I can only describe as a live continuation of Sofia Coppola’s Marie Antoinette, though I’ll stop with my praise there and wait til I get to actually reviewing before I go overboard with kissing Alessandro Michele’s ass. And on that note, in chronological order, I’ll get one with the reviews! First up, Acne:

Continuing on a winning streak when it comes to catering to my personal preferences (if someone tries to tell me designers don’t care about my personal preferences I’m going to whack out that “just found out the world doesn’t revolve around me, shocked and upset” Marina Diamandis tweet), Acne once again channels futuristic hippy commune living in a dystopian wasteland. I know, those are very specific personal preferences

I love the shredded hems and the burnt velvet, the rawness of it all, and the baroque/your-nan’s-wallpaper patterns are actually a surprisingly nice touch. I imagine if Giselle from Enchanted had to make her dresses out of a thrifty goth’s curtains rather than an upper-middle-class New Yorker’s, they’d look something like this collection. You’ve even got the odd bit of classic fresh Scandi tailoring in there with the oversized coats and blazers which holds it back from being a bit TOO flea market. Plus, the renaissance painting detailing on the black leather-look coat is a stunning detail as well; I’m so glad it seems this trend is here to stay, why wouldn’t I want random nude bodies all over my clothes?

As for the styling, I can’t get enough of the tousled hair. As an eternally tired person who can't be arsed to pick up a brush most of the time, I feel represented. Along with the outfits, it says “I’m an art student/transient painter in the 70s living in a city loft who smokes a lot of weed and does acid on the regular” and that is a life worth manifesting.

Alberta Ferretti was dreamy, and a perfect example of how to translate the bohemian aesthetic of their S/S show to A/W. Somehow despite the furs, ruffles (pussy-bows under tailored jackets and knits/generally heavier pieces always looks really chic imo), tulle, metallic tapestry style prints and chunky jewellery, it all still looks very effortless, like a natural continuation of what we saw last summer; the typically masculine structure of the oversized suits with the ornate patterns and the accessories lends to the careful navigation along the line where maximalism and minimalism meet, the looks as practical as they are decorative. Picture it: you work some high-flying, powerful job in the city, commute on a motor cycle and roll up in one of these suit sets. This collection is for the edgy businesswoman who is completely comfortable telling all the twattish males she works with where to stick it and I want to be her.

The evening gowns are, of course, stunning too. In this analogy where I am a powerful businesswoman and not a pushover who works at a grocery store right now and only beefs with rude customers, I would be wearing one of them to the boujie work Christmas party. The ruffled dresses remind me of something Valentino would put out with the colour palette and the ruffles, and whilst we’re on the topic of colour palettes, this one is beautiful. The lilac and hot pink is SO right.

Though predictable, Alessandra Rich is just as much of a treat as usual, the first brand you’d go to if you were styling a throwback it-girl, Chanel Oberlin in Scream Queens if it took place 30 years earlier. Reminiscent of an amalgamation of vintage Chanel and Versace, there are so many cute details I love here, from the white tights with the black heels and the double breasted blazers to the gold chainlink belts and the pearls. The tartan suits with the shoulder padding are very Heathers, the prints the best of your mum’s 80s wardrobe, and nobody else out there is doing bows as well as this; these are the outfits that prissy bitch wears in the cartoons of my childhood that turn out to actually be quite good fashion inspo 15 years later, Trixie Tang from Fairly Odd Parents I’m looking at you.

This girl was the blueprint.

I think someone like Lilly Collins or Daphne Groeneveld would be an ideal fit for any of these looks, or Lana Del Rey if she wanted to stop serving us middle-aged suburban soccer mom and took us back to those H&M ad campaign days. Lana stans please don’t come for me for saying that, I am one of you; I say this because I love her. It’s all altruistic.

Whilst I admittedly didn’t love it as much as last summer’s, I really enjoyed the Alexander McQueen collection too, plus I had a better idea of what to expect this time round; no, we’re not gonna get a repeat of the Plato’s Atlantis show but we do always get some beautiful pieces. Again, like with Alberta Ferretti, this seems like a natural continuation of what we saw in the summer, just with adjustments made for the colder, darker, and altogether moodier months. A/W being the gothier older sister of S/S, it seems right that a lot of the looks turn their back on the ethereal, almost fairy-like feel of what we saw before and embrace the vampier side, reds and blacks (the ultimate Bratz Rock Angels colour combination), plenty of dramatic structures and formidable suit sets. It’s punk but it’s classy, and even with the lighter pieces, we’ve got the grunge inspired harnesses on top to contrast with the elegance and effectively, toughen the whole look up, something Gucci does well too.

The patterned suits with the clunky boots in particular are very cool and I need a gun metal grey heart detailing harness, but undoubtedly the MOMENT of this collection is Adut Akech in what appears to be a silver chainmail dress. She looks like an Amazonian goddess, and whilst I could never dream of pulling something like that off myself, I could happily admire her in it for hours.

There wasn’t much to get excited about at Altuzarra. The collection was very elegant for sure and the feathered belts are cute but it was all quite pedestrian and nothing new-the only detail I really like is the cut out on the second dress from the left, 3rd row down.

As for Anna Sui:

I’m not altogether sure why I wanted to review it. A lot of the outfits as a whole are a bit messy, and not in that avant-garde, expensive-looking Margiela kind of way, just in a “how many fabrics can we possibly get on this model” kind of way. Plus, the styling seems weirdly outdated-a lot of the jewellery looks like the kind of thing you’d see if you searched “gothic choker” on Ebay and ordered the results from low to high, and the makeup and hair in particular is very 2012 Tumblr fashion blogger. Backcombed hair and red lipstick? We’ve got a Zoella thumbnail on our hands.

When the collection did go down the bohemian route though (and when that route wasn’t a failed attempt at what Etro does a lot better), there were a few nice pieces and prints. I mean you really can’t go wrong with a teal fur trimmed coat.

Ashish, on the other hand, took their aesthetic from a similar era and did it a lot more creatively and kookily; this collection looks a lot more deserving of being on a runway. The prints are so loud and costume-y that at times the garments risk looking like something you’d wear at a decades themed dress up party, but they’re saved by understated and much more commercial silhouettes, plus some gorgeous hair and make up. On the whole, very groovy, unintentional disco queen, despite the few risks that didn’t quite pay off.

Next is a brand I always look forward to. In the words of Myrtle Snow:

BALENCIAGA!

Seriously though, if any brand knows how to blend costume and high fashion, it’s them. They take over-the-top, almost absurd silhouettes and turn them into theatre. This year we’re taking it in the direction of Phantom of the Opera, I guess? Dracula? The Woman in Black? An off-broadway production of Harry Potter where Snape is the protagonist? Whatever the direction of the collection is, I live for the dramatics of it all. Demna Gvasalia got these models walkin’ down the runway like they’re members of the Volutri, which is a reference you should all understand given the renaissance Twilight is having online atm.

Straight off the bat, I adore the staging, and all the models are exquisite-the theme of the show was climate change, and I always love when there’s a story behind the presentation of the clothes. I can’t imagine how amazing this must have been to witness in person, though I’m guessing equal parts mystical and intimidating. There are so many things I love here: billowing coats, cinched in waists, the pattens that are sprinkled sparingly in amongst the black, and the bloody shoulder pads that almost run PARALLEL to the model’s necks. This is really a collection that Myrtle Snow would be proud of and brb whilst I get rid of my padlock necklaces in favour of putting whatever meagre amount I can get for them on Depop towards a Balenciaga padlock belt (as if, lol, I don’t even think selling my soul would cover it).

And then there’s Balmain, which isn’t always the fashion critic’s favourite, but which I do tend to like.

I mean there are some really good takeaways here-though the 80s inspired suit, as wearable as they are, can get a little repetitive, they are staples which here seem to pave the way for Olivier Rousteing to try something new for the brand. The moulded breast plates (reminiscent of the Tom Ford one Zendaya wore though I’m not sure which came first!), for example, along with the Matador-style capes and the flowing silk dresses are the most glamorous incarnation of Lara Croft one can possibly imagine, probably just as equally suited for a Roman goddess as they are for an Assassins Creed style action heroine. And yes, I am aware of the fact that Tomb Raider and Assassins Creed are two separate games, okay! I just don’t know enough about the visuals of either to firmly plant this collection in the camp of either one, so I’m going down the crossover route with it!

Not to say there weren’t any bad choices-I omitted a good portion of the looks that were shown; there were definitely pieces that I found to be a little tacky, particularly a recurring chain print which has got to be one of my least favourite patterns out there. Overall, though, it’s gonna be the richly coloured art-deco prints, the wet-look boots and the gem-encrusted scorpion brooch which stick with me, so I’ll let it slide.

Bottega Veneta was very meh; even of the looks I picked out, there are a lot I’m now looking back at and wishing I hadn’t included. Some of the men’s pieces are nice, sure, and I feel like one of those vaguely sick, victorian ghost looking male celebrities everyone obsesses over (Timothée Chalamet and Dane DeHaan I’m looking at you) would make those suits on the second row look fine af, but it’s mostly the womenswear that I’m here for and on this occasion it wasn’t great. A couple of the coats are nice and that’s about it. Like I really had to act as if the tassels weren’t there on a lot of the clothes and go from there because I really don’t like them in this context and if I was to veto looks purely on one of the garments having tassels, there’d be nothing to show or reference when giving my opinion on the show. They were EVERYWHERE. In a summer collection, done right, they can be a nice detail but here they just feel unnecessary and if I’m being honest, are quite ugly.

Thank god for Brock taking the sour Bottega Veneta tassel taste out of my mouth. Never a let down. Literally, everything they put out sends me into a daze of imagining I’m in some romantic drama wearing one of the pieces, in a man’s idea of “no makeup”, running round in a field looking forlorn and windswept because my ghostly lover has-

Okay, you get the picture. I’ve never read Wuthering Heights, but it goes something like that, right? If not, lets just say envisioning myself in any of these catapults me straight into some period drama where I’m born into wealth and sit by my mansion window looking sad all the time and writing poetry and lusting over some stuffy upper-class man I can’t have and who is probably played by Colin Firth because I’m pretty sure that’s what happens in most of them (about to enrage my future English lit undergraduate sister with that line).

Nobody does modest, muted sexy to such a masterful degree. I mean, when Maison Marigela did face veils I was just mildly afraid, but here they’re subtle enough that they’re quite beautiful and almost other-worldly, acting as some kind of boundary between this world and the past that Brock aims to recapture through its designs-the red lip popping out from underneath is a perfect touch too. I don’t like it AS much as the summer collection but I would say that’s solely on the basis of the more autumn/winter appropriate colour scheme and the heavier fits, which is just a personal preference. I mean, I’m usually not a fan of empire waistlines at all and Brock even manages to make that work.

Burberry this season was a real mixed bag, mostly due to the styling. There are some really gorgeous, London back alley vintage shop looking pieces, especially the 70s style coats, reminiscent of outerwear a slimy record exec would've worn back in the day repurposed by someone like Alexa Chung or Zoe Kravitz or whichever effortlessly cool woman it is we all want to be-also the private boy’s school rugby gear looking shit is classic Burberry and I’m a fan of that, even though it’s not the most inventive or exciting. I just don’t get why there had to be SO much ill-fitting plaid over ill-fitting plaid. Again, like with Bottega Veneta, I thought the menswear was a lot stronger; whilst I wasn’t really wowed by anything, it seemed a lot less forced, whereas a few of the womenswear looks gave me the vibe of a design team desperately grasping onto some ill-conceived ideas of street style and relevancy.

The design team at Carolina Herrera for example, know their niche. They never try to be something they’re not, always sublimely preppy and pretty and predictable-when it comes to target market, the bag is reliably secured. Laid- back princess dresses never get old for those constantly “summering” in one expensive coastal town or another, for the rich American moms attending charity galas and the Spencer Hastings and Blair Waldorfs of the world; women with glossy hair and fresh faces who act as if they woke up looking like that polished but are actually anal as hell and take 2 hours to get ready and would NEVER, I repeat NEVER, shit in a public toilet.

Yes, I managed to worm toilet habits into a review of a Carolina Herrera collection. I’m sorry. Enough with the pearl clutching.

Next is Celine:

I mean, when there are THIS many looks, it’s hard not to find something you like, and though VERY predictable and verging on lazy when you’re putting out the same shit every collection, Celine’s aesthetic is so similar to my own ideal style, it’s hard to be mad at it. That being said, a lot of the pieces, as per usual, came across as cheap YSL knock offs; the overall outfits are cute, but the more you look at the details-it particularly pained me to include a metal bow belt and an ill-fitting velvet skater skirt but I liked the rest of the outfits-the worse it gets. Please, PLEASE someone drive it home to Hedi Slimane, I’m begging you: QUALITY NOT QUANTITY. I get what he’s going for, 70s hipster Jane Birkin is a vision I can very much get behind, but not when it seems to be so rushed.

With the men’s looks, you can get away with it a lot more; when so much of menswear is so plain and unchanging, the slightest hint of Mick Jagger is enough to make a outfit edgy. But even then, I still feel like we’re seeing a load of variations of the same outfit. There are always some pieces that catch my eye, this time round the capes and the velvet blazers, and I would wear most of these things, sure, however I don’t think the combinations SHOULD necessarily look like something I’d personally put together; a runway collection is supposed to be aspirational and cutting edge, not pedestrian (entirely intentional self-drag, lol). Also, side note, the lack of diversity really bothered me. 111 looks and not one of these models has a body type that is naturally achievable for most people. It’s 2020 for fuck’s sake. I’m tired.

SO, let’s liven things up a bit with the Central Saint Martins collection, a breath of fresh air in terms of diversity (though a few more plus-size models would be nice):

As a former University of London student, I hate to heap praise upon them. If you’ve studied in London as well, you’ll know CSM students are ANNOYING. I mean, I’m sure they’re lovely as individuals but you can’t fully understand the meaning of the word pretentious until you’ve seen a group of them at a Uniqlo Tate Late. That being said, they are very good at what they do and I’m so glad that Vogue Runway includes them; this is what Off-White thinks it is, and really it makes sense that a bunch of current fashion students are able to come together to present one of the most experimental and forward-thinking shows of this season.

And let’s talk about the RANGE. From catsuits worthy of comic book heroes to dresses Twiggy would’ve worn in a 1960s editorial, every subgenre of fashion has been fully delved into here. Whilst we’ve got the adrogyny of the suits and suspenders combo and kitschy gender-bending co-ords David Bowie would be proud of, at the other end of the scale we’ve also got models walking down the runway dressed like wood nymphs or some other kind of siren-like creatures. There’s looks that wouldn’t be out of place in a Gucci or Come Des Garcons collection but at that same time would be equally at home in a Berlin techno club.

Honestly, credit where credit’s due-it was a really interesting show and I wouldn’t expect anything less.

Chanel was quite literally the polar opposite of the CSM show.

Very blah.

It’s crazy because before you properly get INTO fashion, Chanel is like the epitome of style. And then you do, and you see the runway shows get lazier and lazier (with some exceptions) every year, and you realise that same prestige that had you aware of Chanel at the age of 7 or 8 is literally all that’s keeping the brand going at this point. I’m not saying the collection is flat out ugly, a lot of it’s cute, but you’re CHANEL for fuck’s sake. Yeah, I like the crucifixes but SCALLOPED HEMS!? No. I do NOT recall travelling back in time to witness Primark’s Spring 2013 collection on the runway and I am NOT having it.

It’s not at all surprising that a lot of the time newer brands Charlotte Knowles (above) tend to be more interesting than those more established-and yes that was a Chanel indirect if the transition wasn’t obvious.

With no room to rest on laurels or reputation, everything has to be bolder and smarter and more distinctive and most importantly, has to appeal to its target market with the fervour of an L.A sign spinner. I only found out about Charlotte Knowles because of a Vogue article citing her as Bella Hadid’s new favourite brand to wear, and once I saw the collection, it was clear why; daringly modern, slick, and edgy is both her street style (say what you want about her as a model but her outfit game is unbeaten) and Knowles’ USP to a T. If Dion Lee, Off-White, GCDS and Acne had an orgy, this would be the result, and that is a GOOD compliment.

Next, Chloe:

Not a huge amount to say, to be honest. Low-key, wearable, and cute. Like Emma Roberts’ Nancy Drew if she did an autumn exchange program at the Sorbonne and studied art history, libraries and coffee shops on the weekdays and galleries and protests at the weekend. On reflection, that definitely makes this collection sound more exciting than it is but there are some effortlessly beautiful pieces here. The 4th row in particular is full of stand outs-the vest with the watercolour faces on with the shirt underneath is perfection, and the burgundy suit with the saffron ruffled collar peeking out from underneath is adorable and not at all reminiscent of the Ronald McDonald inspired nightmare that any combination of red and yellow tones should theoretically be.

As for Christian Siriano, I see why people hate it, I really do. I understand that it seems kinda unfair to have it show the same week as Brock and Rodarte and Oscar de La Renta. We’re talking 2 very different kinds of quality here. BUT, at pure face value, his clothes are FUN, plus Coco Rocha will always have a special place in my heart as someone who lived on The Face and America’s Next Top Model and every show that could possibly give me an unhealthy body image ever.

Like are you telling me you wouldn’t wear these dresses to a party!? Live a little. They just need tailoring...which ideally would be done BEFORE the model’s walking down the runway in it but...you know...can’t have it all.

Christopher Kane is a show I always look forward to.

I would say his designs are the only thing that make geometry look fun but I’m going to expose myself and admit that would be a lie because I actually found geometry really fun. Trigonometry was my shit, lol.

He is a designer who perfectly demonstrates that juggling interseasonal consistency and taking risks can be done. There’s always something DIFFERENT about his collections, fresh and subtly experimental. There are occasionally a few misses, sure, but I’d rather that than for a brand to keep playing safe, plus he never goes too far in the opposite direction either; no going weird for the sake of weird. I don’t like it AS much as the summer collection but it’s mostly because of the more muted, autumn/winter appropriate colour palette.

Comme Des Garçons? Too weird?

Never.

Honestly when it comes to a CDG collection, I have to really shift my perspective to appreciate it. I’m not looking at fashion presentation, I’m looking at a moving piece of experimental art. I know, it’s a stretch. But you know you’ll never be bored by one of their shows. Not gonna lie, this specific collection crossed the line into plain ugly a couple of times for me. We had padding so extravagant it looked like several models were walking round with Ikea pillows stuck to their chest and headdresses reminiscent of the kids’ game Headbandz. In amongst that though, we did get some gorgeous veils like the ones seen above and the shoes and socks combo is actually quite wearable.

I’d say Dilara Findikoglu is the cut-off point after which things get a little too avant-garde for my personal taste, and it hovers over that cut-off point flawlessly; despite the other-worldly elements of her collections, they remain somewhat grounded by nods towards conventional fashion that allow the beauty, be it inner or outer, of the wearer to shine through. Comme Des Garcons garments undeniably have character but they tend to swallow up any trace of the individual underneath, whereas the character of Dilara Findikoglu garments seamlessly merges with the wearer and in turn elevates both to something transcendent and ethereal. If the Pussycat Dolls got transported into a rugged, post-apocalyptic future, they’d scrape together these outfits to perform in, I know it; the energy of the collection, with the body jewellery and the frayed cut outs and the chalk white faces, is very warrior princess, just as raw and intimidating as it is hot as fuck, and I want that energy in my life. Along with a Dilara belt, of course. I would wear her name like a badge of honour anytime she wants. Dilara, pls pls let me be part of your tribe. PLEASE.

Anyway, this is where I thought I’d cut things off, so as to end on a positive note. You know what that means: Dior is coming up. I feel bad knowing my first post was defending Maria Grazia and yet here I am now, looking at the bar down on the floor, but I mean, you never know; maybe girl is doing this on purpose and one day she’s gonna come out with a Gucci level quality show like a phoenix from the ashes.

If you got this far, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING even if you’re just here for the pics. Part 2 will be covering some of my most anticipated shows from Elie Saab, Fendi and Etro to Gucci and Moschino, Miu Miu and Marc Jacobs, and everything in between. Yes, the shitty ones too.

I’m plowing through all the material as quick as I can so I hope to get the next post up really soon, and yes-you can count on the overwhelming sense of needing to be productive pushing me into fulfilling that statement.

Thanks again and I hope you’re well!

Lauren x

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Call Your Girlfriend (Gigi x Nicky) pt. 2 - Rusty

(I’m going to be continuing this story a bit longer so expect a 3rd part soon)

(Beta’d by opalescent_cheetah. Thank you so much for all your help)

Birds can be heard chirping away happily in the early morning sunshine as rays of golden yellow start to filter through the curtains. Gigi is awoken from her peaceful slumber. She yawns and proceeds to get out of bed to stretch. Sleepily walking over to her washroom to prepare herself for the day, showering, brushing her teeth, getting dressed and lastly putting on a touch of makeup. This was her usual morning routine. Gigi looks into the mirror and smiles at herself. She makes her way to the kitchen to make herself some breakfast.

The previous night she had the talk with her ex-girlfriend, who left late that night, taking her things and packing them away in her car. Gigi, of course, helped out, she still wanted to be friends. They said their goodbyes at the car and wished each other the best with their future endeavours. Gigi watched as she drove away, headlights disappearing into the distance. Gigi went back into her now-empty apartment, it hadn’t been this way for a very long time. Considering the length of time that they were in a relationship for, the silence was almost deafening.

Halfway through her cereal Gigi’s phone buzzes. Staring down at the screen she sees a new text message.

Nicky Doll Bonjour~ Hope you slept well.

Gigi lets out a soft giggle and replies to Nicky.

Gigi Goode I slept very well thanks. I hope you have a good day at work, don’t work too hard!

Nicky Doll I’ll try my best chérie. See you tonight,10 pm sharp~

Gigi sets down her phone to finish her breakfast.

The rest of the day is spent relaxing, as Gigi is off work for the weekend. She had a modelling job for a fashion magazine in her town. She really enjoyed it, trying all the latest fashion and getting to show it off to the world. She has a tote full of the magazines she’s in, keeping them to make into portfolios for future opportunities.

Gigi smiles at the thought of her recent days at work, having to model that extremely beautiful sheer dress of lace. Her mind even wandered to how Nicky would have thought she looked in it, almost practically naked in front of her. Gigi snapped out of the enticing thought with a blush on her face as she sat herself down on her couch and turned on the tv. Nothing specifically caught her eye but it was nice to have something drowning out the silence. Gigi was trying to decide what to wear to the bar tonight to meet with Nicky. Butterflies twirled around in her stomach just thinking about it - there were no chains holding her back unlike her last meeting with the beautiful french girl. She was a free woman. She couldn’t sit around any longer, so she walked over to her bedroom to rummage through her closet. She never thought that she would put more thought into an outfit to the bar rather than one for the magazine. She just really wanted to impress Nicky. As the hours ticked by, more clothes got piled on the floor.

“How could I have nothing to wear?” Gigi whispered to herself in frustration. She wanted to pull her hair out from the stress, it was nearly time to start heading to the bar to see Nicky. She set aside three different outfits that she thought were at least moderately acceptable. Eyeing them all for a while and holding them up to herself in the mirror, she finally decided on a pair of white skinny jeans and a black lace top with a matching bra and her knee-high black boots. It was pretty casual for her but she likes how it looked. Gigi fixed up her makeup from this morning, did her hair and got dressed. Looking at her phone it was thirty minutes to 10 o'clock. Grabbing her leather jacket and purse, she left her place.

It was a pleasant walk to the bar, compared to yesterday night. There was no fight, no one leaving the apartment angrily, no one upset to come home to. This was technically the first new step Gigi is taking in her new chapter in life. Gigi smiles to herself, this is the happiest she has ever been in a long time. Here she was walking to the bar not to escape the harsh reality of this world, but to actually engage with someone new that she enjoys the company with. She may be seen as rash for rushing into something like this, but as she said last night she felt as if she has known Nicky for her whole life. By the time she arrived, it was just about 10 o’clock. She sat down at the very same seat as last time. Gigi anxiously checks her phone to see if Nicky has arrived, but she has heard nothing from her as of yet. Minutes start to fly by and Gigi begins to worry that she might be stood up, fingers nervously tapping on the bar countertop. Gigi goes to look at her phone again when two arms wrap around her from behind, nearly scaring her half to death.

“So sorry I’m late,” a French accent whispers in Gigi’s ear. Gigi’s shoulder relaxes knowing it wasn’t just some creep at the bar. She turned around in her seat and met with the gorgeous french girl from last night. Nicky looked expensive, her outfit screamed Vogue. Gigi was in awe, her mouth hanging open ever so slightly.

“I guess you like what you see~” Nicky gave her a little twirl.

“You make me look so plain Nicky.” Gigi retorted. Nicky let out a laugh into her fist.

“You look absolutely gorgeous Gi, I really like your top.” Her fingers slowly travel along with the lace on Gigi’s arm travelling up to her collarbone. Gigi shivers, and Nicky smirks as she pulls her hand away.

Nicky ordered them some drinks and started to chat. Gigi noticed that Nicky is a very touchy person, she always has a hand on her in some way or another. Touching her knee, twirling her hair, little things that Gigi noticed as well as enjoyed. They finally had the chance to get to know each other better, start fresh and have a clean slate. They found out that they have a lot in common with each other, they love fashion, have similar tastes in movies and tv shows. The night was moving along remarkably fast, they were enjoying each other’s company.

Gigi notices how Nicky’s eyes widened when she hears the song that is playing, a wide smile spread across her gorgeous features. “This is my favourite song! Come dance with me Gigi!” Nicky grabbed Gigi’s hand and pulled her to the floor. Gigi starts to feel a little deja vu, this was almost exactly like yesterday night. Dancing closely to each other, barely any space between the two of them. Gigi can’t help but smile, Nicky looks so happy dancing with her. The song takes a turn and slows down, almost sultry in a way, no where near the beat bumping melody a couple seconds ago. Distances close between them, Almost as if the song has them both in a trance. Nicky leans in closer to Gigi as they sway to the music. The seductive lyrics only added fuel to their fire.

Gigi couldn’t take the look she was getting from Nicky any longer, she leaned in and gave her a searing kiss, Nicky reciprocating quickly. Just like last night, they felt like the only ones alive at that bar. Nicky broke away and laughed. “You’re being very bold tonight chérie. I quite enjoy this side of you.” Gigi feels Nicky’s arms grab the belt loops of her pants, pulling her close once again. They shared multiple kisses that night ranging from chaste and playful to quick and heated. Before they knew it the bar was set to close in less than an hour.

“I didn’t realize it was this late already,” Gigi sighed as she checked her phone.

“The night is still young ma belle~” Nicky replied with that same smirk plastered on her face.

“You … You could always come over to my place if you wanted.” Gigi stuttered out shyly, slightly afraid of rejection.

Nicky’s eyes lit up and she nodded in agreement. “I’d love to.”

They both walked back to Gigi’s apartment, continuously chatting along the way. Once Gigi arrived at her door she unlocked it and made way for Nicky to enter. “Your place is so cute Gigi!” Nicky said as she walked around the living room.

“It’s nothing special really.”

Nicky sat down on the sofa, waiting for Gigi to join her. Gigi sat next to her while crossing her legs, slightly nervous. “So what did you want to d-“ not even a second later a dainty hand was placed on her knee once again. Gigi looked over at Nicky, her cheeks starting to get rosey. She was taken into a very gentle kiss. Nicky’s lips ghosted over Gigi’s, it almost didn’t feel real. Nicky looked at Gigi with amusement in her eyes, she got up from the sofa which earned her a confused look from Gigi. The look disappeared though when she felt Nicky’s settle into her lap. Gigi’s mouth was agape once more. A giggle was heard above her, Nicky smirking down at Gigi, lifting her index finger to gently close her mouth.

“We still have a long night ahead of us. If you want to continue, that is.” Nicky tucked some hair behind her ear waiting for Gigi’s response.

“Oh god yes, please.” Gigi replied breathlessly.

#rpdr fanfiction #gigi goode #nicky doll #gigi x nicky #lesbian au #call your girlfriend #rusty #party 3 is gonna be spicyyyy #s12

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Chance Meetings- Morgan Rielly Story Chapter 4

Morgan Reilly Story

Chapter 4

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October 2018

It had been about a week since I last saw Morgan. He was busy getting ready for the beginning of the season and I was busy with the children. Though that didn’t stop us from texting each other throughout the day and phoning each other every night before bed. With Morgan it was just easy, both of us laying in bed talking for hours about anything we could think of until one of us would drift off into a deep slumber.

Nate played his first hockey game this week and scored a goal. As soon as the game ended he ran up to me and gave me a big hug exclaiming, “I scored just like Morgan!”

I quickly took a picture of the smiling boy holding up his puck and sent it to Morgan with the caption ‘I scored a goal just like Morgan-Nate.’

He quickly responded with a thumb’s up emoji and a message saying ‘tell Nate I said good job and that I want to see him play sometime.’

Ella had her first ballet lesson this week as well. She was very excited about starting and wore her tutu every night so she could practice.

Max also had a busy couple days just like his siblings while they were at school. He started a music group and swimming lessons.

One of the messages Morgan sent me was to inform me that I was coming to his game on Wednesday and that I must be at Lucy’s place by 6:00 so that I could go to the game with her. Attached to the message was Lucy’s contact information.

Day of Game October 3rd Toronto vs. Montreal

I woke up this morning feeling very nervous about the game tonight. It was my first game as a girlfriend and I didn’t know what to expect. Would I meet the other better halves? Would they welcome me with open arms or make me feel like an outsider?

I knew Lucy would be with me every step of the way, which was very reassuring as I had a feeling I would be phoning her for a lot of advice.

I flipped through my closet looking at my options for possible outfits I could wear for my first game as his girlfriend. Should I wear something sporty? Should it be a fancier outfit?

I could hear a knock at the door. Jess was asking if she could come in? I quickly yelled back “come in! I’m in my closet.”

She appeared beside me as I continued looking for the perfect outfit.

“Nervous for tonight?” Asked Jess as she started looking through my closet for possible outfits as well.

Nodding my head I say “Omg! Yes. It’s my first game as his girlfriend.”

“Do I wear something sporty? Or do I wear something fancy to fit in with the other WAGS?” I question as I start to get frustrated.

“Take a deep breath Hails. I will help you and I’m sure you could message your friend Lucy and ask her what she is wearing that way you can gauge your outfit on hers.”

“That’s a brilliant idea Jess” I exclaim as I pull my phone out of my pocket and send Lucy a message.

Lucy quickly messaged back that she was going to wear jeans, some heeled boots, and a nice jacket.

Before I knew it, I had to leave to head to Lucy’s place.

On the subway to their building, I messaged Morgan.

Hails: Good luck today Mo! You will do awesome. I can’t wait to cheer for you. I will make sure to be extra loud so you can hear me haha

Not even a minute later Morgan responded.

Morgan: Thanks, Babe. It will be hard not to look at you in the stands all game haha

Morgan: Btw left you something at Lucy and Jake’s place.

I got off the subway and headed towards the address Lucy had texted me. She gave me the buzzard number to push in and opened the front doors of her condo building for me.

I got into the elevator and pushed the number 51 button. Within minutes I was standing in front of their door knocking.

“Hails!” Lucy greeted as she opened the door pulling me in for a big hug.

“Lucy!” I greeted in the same way Lucy did laughing.

“Love the outfit.”

“Thanks. It took me forever to figure out what to wear. I felt this pressure for some reason that it had to be perfect.”

Lucy nodded her head as she guided me into their family room. Henry was on the carpet playing with his toy cars. I quickly walked towards him and got down on the floor with him. He quickly looked up from his car and made his way towards me, pulling himself into a standing position giggling. I pulled him into a hug and he sat down in my lap.

“Don’t worry about tonight Hails! The ladies are awesome and very welcoming. Plus I will be with you the whole time.”

“Thanks, Lucy. I’m really glad I have you to guide me.”

“Oh, that reminds me!” Lucy exclaimed as she ran out of the room and minutes later appeared with a gift bag.

“Mo dropped this off and asked me to give it to you.” She said as she handed me the bag.

I quickly opened the bag and saw that inside was one of his old warm-up shirts with a number 44 above the left chest. Also, there was a pass at the bottom of the bag. This intrigued me so I quickly picked it up and flipped it over so I could read the writing ‘Morgan Rielly Family Pass All Access’

“What is it?” asked Lucy curious to see what was in the bag she was hiding from Jake all day. Morgan’s specific instructions were for Lucy to give it to Hailey and to make sure Jake did not see what was in the bag.

“Awe,” Lucy said as I held up the shirt for her to see.

“He must want you to represent him but he doesn’t want the crazy fangirls to see you in his jersey just yet,” Lucy stated as she smiled in my direction.

Nodding my head I stood up asking Lucy where their bathroom was so that I could change.

I quickly pulled the shirt over the top of my tank top and tucked it into my light blue ripped jeans and black belt. I put on my black leather jacket over top and looked into the mirrors at the outfit. I quickly took a picture of me through the mirror and sent it to Morgan on Snapchat.

Once I stepped out of the bathroom and into the family room Lucy looked up from putting Henry’s Gardiner Jersey on. “Ooh, you make that shirt look amazing! Does it smell like him?”

“Haha It actually does”

I looked at the time on my phone and saw that it was time for us to walk over to the arena. I put on my black ankle high-heeled boats and grabbed my black purse and followed the Gardiner gang out the door.

About five minutes later we were at the arena and on our way to our seats.

The maple leafs won 3-2 against the Montreal Canadiens in overtime, Morgan getting an assist. As the three stars were announced Lucy nodded her head toward the stairs and we made our way the elevator. Lucy pulled out her pass and showed it to the security guard Outside of the elevator. So pulled my pass out of my purse and the security guard nodded his head towards us. Lucy guided me towards the room where the players’ families waited for the boys after the game.

Once in the room, Lucy nodded her head at a couple of the family members. A couple of the ladies looked toward me and sent smiles my way.

A couple of the ladies made their way to us and introduced themselves as Stephanie and Christina. They quickly gave me big hugs and said: “Morgan mentioned that his girlfriend was coming to the game.” “I can’t wait for you to join our crazy group of ladies.”

The ladies started asking me how we had met and about our days. I told the girls everything Morgan had done to pursue me.

“Awe, that is so adorable!” They exclaimed as they smiled towards me.

We continued talking until the players started walking into the room.

Morgan walked into the room looking so hot in his suit and freshly washed hair. It took everything in you to not run up to him and jump into his arms.

Morgan was talking to Mitch, Auston, Freddie, and Jake as they all walked into the room.

Morgan locked eyes with you and mouthed “nice shirt” and set me a wink. I couldn’t help the blush that took over my cheeks as I looked down towards the shirt.

Steph caught the exchange and quietly awed.

Morgan quickly pulled me into his arms as soon as he was in reaching distance and gave me a quick kiss. Which made me blush even harder at the PDA. This action made the boys whistle at Morgan and me with a chorus of “that a boy Mo-daddy!”

As Morgan pulled away he looked you in the eyes and sent you a wink.

Auston, Freddie, and Mitch made their way over to us pulling me into a big hug.

“Mo-daddy here has not shut up about you since you guys met.” Stated Mitch as he rolled his eyes towards Mo.

“Ya, all we hear is Hailey this, Hailey that.” Added Auston as she shoved Morgan jokingly.

“It’s nice to meet you, I am looking forward to adding you to our family.” Said Freddie as he pulled me into another hug adding, “don’t worry about these guys. They love getting under Mo’s skin so I’m guessing you’re included with Morgan now.”

“Thanks,” you said as you nodded your head understanding.

Steph laughed at her boyfriend's antics and said: “Hailey, get my number from Mo and we can hang out without these guys.”

“I see you wanted to mark your territory Mo-daddy. I’m just surprised it wasn’t in the form of a hickey” Stated Jake as he looked it your shirt and started laughing. He quickly looked towards Lucy “YOU!” he exclaimed, “That’s what you were hiding in the bag all day.”

Lucy laughs at him and shakes her head “Yes, and if I remember correctly you did the same when you first started dating me!”

Lucy shook her head at her husband and pulled me into a hug whispering, “ I married a man child.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped as you both pulled away from the hug.

After saying goodbye to everyone Morgan grabbed your hand and guided you to the underground parking lot.

Once in the car Morgan put the car in drive and maneuvered his way through the parking garage. “Am I driving you straight home? Or are you coming back to mine?”

I looked down at my watch and saw it was 11:30 pm. “Back to mine? I have to be up at 6:00 am.”

Morgan nodded his head and reached his hand over the console and grasped your small hand into his huge ones.

The radio was playing quietly in the background as you guided Morgan through the streets towards your house.

Morgan pulled up in front of my house and put the vehicle in park.

Just as I put my hand on the door handle to open the door Morgan yelled, “stop.”

He quickly opened his door and walked towards my side of the vehicle. He opened my door and held his hand out for me to grab. I placed my hand into his and he helped me down.

“How chivalrous of you.”

I leaned up and kissed him on the cheek.

“That’s all I get?” Joked Morgan as he pointed to his lips.

I rolled my eyes as I leaned up and kissed him again but this time on the lips.

“Hmmm much better,” Morgan said as soon as our lips pulled apart.

“Text me when you get home?” I asked as I turned towards the house.

“I will. But do you really think I won’t walk you to your door?” He Questioned.

“But it’s right here?” I said as I pointed to the door that was a couple of feet away.

We walked up to the stairs and just as I put my key into the door, it flys open and Tom is standing at the door playing the part of a concerned father.

“You're late!” He stated as he crossed his arms.

“It’s 11:45 pm.” You started laughing as Morgan reached out to Shake Toms Hand.

“I’m sorry sir”

“Young man, if you hurt her I’m not afraid to go to Jail!” Said Tom as he couldn’t hold back his smile.

I couldn’t help but laugh at Morgan’s shocked look as I said to Tom “you’re not my dad!”

“Your dad asked me to say that to anyone you date,” Tom said shaking his head and laughing at Morgan’s reaction as well.

“Oh God, he thinks he is so tough when he says that.”

Morgan started laughing but nodded his head and said: “I will remember that Hailey has two dad figures in her life.”

“Well on a more serious note. Jess told me that I must ask Morgan to have dinner with us when he is free or else I am in the dog house.”

“Well Tom, I don’t want you in the dog house so I will check my schedule,” said Morgan as he pulled out his phone. “I’m free Friday night if that work. We are playing home on Saturday then we were on the road for a week.”

“Friday works,” said Tom nodding his head

“By the way Morgan awesome game tonight, Nate really looks up to you.”

“Thank you, Tom. Have a good night.”

Tom nodded his head towards you as a sign that he was going inside and that you could say Goodnight without his watchful eye.

Once Tom was down the hall I pulled Morgan into a hug and let him hold me for a couple of minutes. “Goodnight Mo “ I whispered just before I kissed him on the lips.

“Goodnight Hails. I will see you on Friday.”

#morgan rielly #morgan rielly fanfiction #morgan rielly imagines #nhl imagines #nhlfanfiction

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Strange Angel - “The Lovers” (This is a recap of the 3rd episode of Season 2 of Strange Angel. There are spoilers so proceed with caution!)

“Habanera” by Georges Bizet serenades the Magus and his followers as they stroll merrily down a city sidewalk, shops adorned with Christmas decorations. Everyone’s dressed smartly and brightly, as others watch them warily. The Magus and Susan look particularly chummy, their arms linked as they walk. They stop for some fruit, and the sidewalk produce vendor insinuates the apples are sullied by their fellow African American Thelemite who handled them. But Susan’s sunny disposition will not dim. She takes a bite out of the apple and tells the racist produce vendor that no, those apples are just fine.

And who do they see, but Mrs. Van Buren, who informs Susan about the Parsons’ invitation to the Preservation Society Christmas soiree tomorrow night. She also makes it known that she has noticed all of the Parsons’ gatherings with their “lively” guests that don’t include anyone from the neighborhood. Mrs. Van Buren delivers a thinly veiled threat, letting Susan know she and her husband are not getting off on the right foot with the pillars of the community.

Jack is busy in the lab testing out a new chemical, but all Richard can do is mope about his failed proposal. Jack is decidedly uninterested in Richard’s dilemma. He calls for Patty to deliver his missing notebook that has classified information, but Patty is absent. Jack frantically looks for the notebook. He finds what looks like a shiny, brass button on the floor. He finds Patty decorating a Christmas tree with a colleague and orders her to stop and find his notebook immediately. As walks back to his office, he passes Private Fischer, a soldier who stands guard outside Jack’s office. Private Fischer also happens to be missing a button off his uniform…Jack takes note and eyes Patty furiously.

Next, we see this beautiful, smiling face of a man lowering onto Ernest’s own face, gently kissing his lips. Ernest’s hair is longer, and he looks drowsy and content. Suddenly, the man hears a vehicle approaching from the window. He calls for Ernest, and Ernest cries out as Nazi soldiers burst into the room.

Ernest awakes from his dream, sweaty and in a white garment, opened from the chest to his navel. (I had flashbacks of the navy shirt of hotness and our poor septic baby in “Why is This Night Different?”) Joan, dressed in a nurse’s uniform, gently wipes his sweat and comforts him through his withdrawal from the narcotics, but Ernest shoos her away. He wants to “confront his pain head-on” as the Magus instructed him. Again, Joan tries to offer him medication to ease his withdrawal, and Ernest refuses. He buttons up a bit and splashes water on his face. Joan continues prodding Ernest about his intentions to see the angel and points out that Ernest has lost touch with love - a very important part of their faith.

Ernest regards himself in the mirror and flashes back to the Nazi soldiers, now torturing him. They think he is a spy. The flashback ends and returns to Ernest punching and breaking the mirror. It seems as if he doesn’t like what he sees. His distorted reflection mirrors his inner feelings about himself.

Meanwhile, Jack is snorting some powder while he listens to Patty’s recorded secrets. The screen flashes with images of Patty having sex with Private Fischer in Jack’s office. She talks about allowing him to do anything he wants with her, and you wonder…is she talking about Private Fischer, or perhaps Jack? Patty knows Jack knows about the recordings and is no doubt listening to them.

Patty shuts down the conversation, even as Alfred continues probing. We see Private Fischer grab Jack’s notebook and leave his office just as Jack hears Susan and the Magus approach in the hallway, returning from a night out at the opera. Jack fumbles with the tape, trying to put everything back in place. The Magus and Susan enter the room, while Jack hides out on the balcony. He listens to them discuss Mrs. Van Buren’s invitation, as if they are an old married couple themselves. Alfred invites Susan to stay, but Susan demurs saying that she should probably head to bed, as Jack’s car is in the driveway. Alfred pointedly does not care, and Jack takes note of his tone. It seems Alfred has stepped in to take his place while Jack is so busy helping the US defeat the Nazis. Susan just smiles and takes her leave.

When Jack turns around, he sees Ernest watching him from the grounds below. Jack silences Ernest with a finger to his lips. Ernest responds with a my-lips-are-sealed motion with his hand, timed beautifully with a puff of smoke billowing from his lips. Oh, the lighting is so sexy on Ernest’s brown, chiseled features!!

The next morning, Susan discusses the soiree with Jack over an early morning breakfast. He doesn’t want to go, but Susan begs him to go with her and keep up appearances. He alludes to troubling events at work, saying he is busy. However, he tries to have an intimate moment with Susan, to communicate his appreciation of her, but he’s interrupted by Alfred sauntering in with his kaftan-styled pajamas. Alfred delivers a dig to Jack, commenting on how it was a shame Jack had to work and couldn’t take Susan to the opera. Jack smiles cooly and puts Alfred in his place.

Jack: “You know, just because Susan and I have chosen to love in freedom doesn’t mean there won’t be consequences to our choices. And some choices will have bigger consequences than others.”

Jack DEFINITELY got Alfred’s attention with that curt statement. He leaves for work and later reports a possible security breach to Agent Wallace. He implicates Private Fischer in the disappearance of his notebook. Agent Wallace declines to file a formal report. Jack watches Patty and Private Fischer from his office window and calls the Huntington Hotel to leave a message for Aleister Crowley.

Jack meets Crowley in a movie theatre and informs him of his suspicions about his missing notebook. Crowley dismisses Jack’s concerns unless Jack has more evidence and counsels him on how to entrap Private Fischer. He also alludes to his “associates,” and Jack wonders just who Crowley is working with.

In the next scene, Ernest continues with the hot, sweaty, sexy vibe as he chops wood completely shirtless in some high-waisted, slightly baggy pants (shout out to Lizzy who LURVES Ernest in those pants). Ernest continues having flashbacks of the Nazi soldiers torturing and interrogating him about being a spy, but I am too distracted by Ernest looking like a goddamned giant, towering over all that splintered wood, with those pants hiked up so high on his waist!!!

On second thought, the interrogation scene does provide some more insight into Ernest’s internal turmoil. When they continue asking who he is, Ernest responds, “I’m no one.” Breaks my heart a little to see Ernest struggling with his identity and who he is. All he wants is to love freely, but either the world or he himself won’t let it be.

Jack approaches him, and holy shit this scene is packed with sexiness. Jack is wearing a magnificent, fitted leather jacket with a lovely, wide lapel and belt sitting snug and high on his waist. The color is a burgundy with deep brown tones. The jacket either has an extra set of pockets, high up on the chest, or that is just some excellent leather pleating. The costuming is magnificent on this show! But I digress…

Jack thanks Ernest for keeping his secret from the other night. Ernest is definitely salty.

Ernest: “We all think the Magus serves us, but he’ll take the thing that brings you peace in the blink of a damn eye.”

Jack informs Ernest about his suspicions that a spy has infiltrated his work. Without even batting an eye, Ernest offers himself up.

Ernest: “What do you need me to do?”

It’s like they’ve fallen into their previous roles. Jack needs something, and Ernest comes to the rescue. But is Jack going to continue using Ernest to further his own will? Looks like yes, but this time Ernest will get something out of it too - revenge and his arrest expunged.

Richard and Chen are back at the office working on Jack’s specifications while Jack confronts Patty flirting with Private Fischer. After Patty leaves them alone with one another, Jack gives Private Fischer his missing button and tells him he’s onto him and walks off. Private Fischer looks a little nervous.

While Chen is working, two MPs approach him, questioning his activities. They are clearly hostile, suspecting Chen of being a Japanese spy. They won’t even allow him to reach for his identification. Richard has to step in and use his white privilege to get these two goons disguised as soldiers to back off. Obviously, not much has changed in the world as it relates to xenophobia, nationalism, and racism.

Next comes a beautiful shot of cars driving on a bridge at night, with dark clouds sliding over a bright moon and fog rising from the water. A motorcycle pulls a u-turn and parks on the side of the bridge. Jack and Ernest pull over, waiting to see who will arrive to meet with Private Fischer.

Of course, this means Jack is not making it to the soiree. Susan sits on a couch in her slip, partially dressed with her hair coiffed beautifully. It really is a gorgeous look. She selects a black, conservative outfit (none of the flamboyant red color) and asks Alfred to help zip her up. She hints that she wouldn’t mind if he accompanied her, but Alfred doesn’t quite take the bait. She asks for his counsel in going it alone.

Alfred: “Thou shalt be learned in the things of love, and mighty in the things of war.”

Susan smiles like a giggly school girl and leaves the room, while Alfred looks after her with absolute longing and tenderness. It’s more than desire. I think he might actually be falling in love with Susan.

Susan arrives amid whispers and stares. Mrs. Van Buren introduces Susan to two ladies whose innuendo make it clear that Jack’s activities have raised eyebrows. Susan continues her polite graciousness in the face of their pointed comments, and GODDAMN IT! I knew that snake Virgil would somehow be present. Susan catches a glimpse of him in another room, before a door closes and obscures her view. Her face falls and takes on a far away look. I can feel that breath catch in her throat! However, Alfred has come to her rescue!

He waltzes into the party, proclaiming he is a guest of Susan Parsons and immediately requests a martini. He’s dressed in his usual loose garments, which confound Mrs. Van Buren. She asks “if this is meant to be a Christmas costume” before instructing them to follow her to the library. Even Susan mentions Alfred’s wardrobe, but Alfred gently pushes back.

Alfred: “We don’t have to hide ourselves from these people. Let them bask in our splendor.”

I gotta admit. I’m kinda liking Alfred way more than Jack right now.

As they enter the library, it seems everyone has been waiting for them. One old lady scans Alfred’s bare feet and attire before asking in a most disdainful voice, “Do I detect an accent?” It’s clear this is an interrogation and confrontation of sorts. Mrs. Van Buren channels Tom Waits (what are they building in there???) by asking just what they are doing coming and going at all hours from the Parsons’ house.

Susan tries to deflect by saying it’s a social club of intellectuals, artists, and freethinkers. She is interrupted by none other than that fucker Virgil. He slithers into the room, calling her a liar. Susan asks what he is doing there, and Mrs. Van Buren explains what an ardent supporter Virgil is of the Preservation Society.

Alfred attempts to protect Susan by directing her to the door, but two old bitches actually block their path. I’d pull a Ludacris MOVE BITCH, GET OUT THE WAY on these old hoes. Susan looks more and more terrified as Virgil admonishes her for running away. That pig starts dishing out information on who is living in the Parsons’ home. Mrs. Van Buren pulls her best Karen (aka white woman who always asks to see the manager) on Susan, pointing out various legal infractions she believes the Parsons have committed, particularly covenants regarding “Negro occupants.” Mrs. Van Buren demands the Parsons get rid of them, or else…and Alfred has had enough. He loudly interrupts Mrs. Van Buren before Virgil again pokes his slimy nose into things. Alfred squares up against Virgil, taking the asshole to school, and I AM HERE FOR IT!

Alfred: “You are here celebrating a holiday based on the greatest lie ever told. Babies are not the result of immaculate conception. They are the result of love. And love is the only law we obey.”

Karen insists Alfred must also abide by their Pasadena laws, but Alfred basically says don’t come for me unless I send for you, bitch!

Alfred: “Well, then when you come for us, you’d better bring more than the police and your local covenants, because, truth is, we’re not running a boarding house. We are…a church.” GASP “And as such, we are afforded full protection against this type of…religious persecution.”

Alfred deliberately encroaches into uptight Karen’s space, and I am loving her discomfort. An emboldened Susan marches up to Virgil and informs him both she and Patty practice Thelema, “in order to rid ourselves of your sin.” Now it’s Susan’s turn to show her power and threaten Virgil.

Susan: “If you keep up this crusade, we will find a way to make you suffer for it.”

Well, well, well! Susan took exactly Alfred’s advice and made a mighty showing in her war with Virgil. This time, the group parts as Alfred and Susan walk out of that den of vipers. Virgil looks exquisitely uncomfortable as Mrs. Van Buren fixes him with a deathly stare.

The scene shifts back to Jack and Ernest waiting in the car. Ernest keeps envisioning his lover’s face from the earlier scenes. His face looks so unhappy in the side mirror of the car. There’s a continuing theme here of Ernest contemplating his true self while looking into mirrors and thinking back on events.

Jack is clearly antsy, but Ernest is all about taking decisive action at this point. He exits the vehicle and pulls out an ax while a horrified Jack grabs the ax from him. Ernest is not deterred and confronts Private Fischer, pushing him against the bridge and demanding to know just who the fuck he is. As he pushes Private Fischer further and further over the side of the bridge and interrogates him, Ernest again flashes back to his interrogation. The beautiful man, presumably Ernest’s lover, is dragged in front of him, and Ernest is told to choose between the truth or his lover’s death.

Jack screeches the truck up closer to Ernest, and Ernest jumps in, exclaiming, “I saw into his soul, Jack! He’s a goddamn Nazi!”

Back at the mansion, Ernest studies drawings of his angel hung on his walls. Jack approaches Susan about the party, but she ignores him. Instead, Alfred informs him it wasn’t a party, but an inquisition. Susan basically tells Jack, oh no worries, cause Alfred had her back. Jack learns Virgil was there and he had information on the congregants living in their home.

Jack gets the message loud and clear. Susan’s own husband was not there to protect her from that vile excuse of a man. Instead, Alfred was, as he is now, standing right next to Susan, across from Jack. Their physical positions highlight their emotional divisions. Jack apologizes for not being there, and Susan questions where he was. As usual, Jack pulls the “I’m fighting a war” line, but now Susan retorts back,” So are we.” Jack is excused from the room while Susan and Alfred research on how to protect themselves by declaring Thelema a religion.

The following day, Agent Wallace and General Braxton confront Jack about accosting Private Fischer. Chen and Richard are present, listening to Jack’s latest escapades. Tempers flare amongst everyone at the table, and General Braxton declares that Private Fischer will no longer be an issue. He makes it crystal clear that the missing intel must be reported, and Jack needs to not take matters into his own hands again.

Next, we see poor Virgil crying in the confessional booth to his priest. The occupants switch to Virgil and Ernest. This time, Virgil urges more deliberate action from Ernest to “cut the head off the snake” aka Jack. Ernest rotates his cigarette lighter between his fingers, with a pensive look on his face. Is his desire for revenge against Jack waining? Are his feelings for Jack clouding his mission with Virgil?

Back at the office, Jack packs up his sensitive materials. Richard cautions Jack against taking the items home considering his house guests. As Jack prepares to leave, he offers Patty a ride home. However, she has other plans with her girlfriends. Jack retorts back that she is just steamed he got rid of her boyfriend. Patty follows Jack into his office, shuts the door and closes the blinds. She makes it clear she made her recordings for Jack’s benefit.

Patty comes on to Jack like a speeding freight train. She admits she has been in love with Jack since she was a little girl. Jack rebuffs her advances and scurries out the door. Before he leaves, another woman in the office tells him a letter was left for him. It reads:

You were right about infiltration.

I have Proof

LA River, mile 33 bridge, midnight

Come Alone

Back at the mansion, the congregants enjoy a luscious candlelit dinner for the solstice. They toast one another with “Love is the law.” Susan leaves the table, a sad look on her face. Alfred follows her onto the balcony to discuss her concerns with the tax laws.

Next, we see Private Fischer meeting up with Agent Wallace, while Jack is on the bridge alone. Private Fischer hands over Jack’s notebook. Jack continues walking in the dark and turns around when he hears Ernest. Jack sounds surprised and asks Ernest if he took his notebook.

Ernest: “It’s not about your fucking notebook. Powerful forces keep pushing us together. The universe must want us to collide.”

Jack: “What are you talking about?”

Ernest: “Time to make an offering, Jack, so I can be free to see my angel. See, I’ve been where you are before, except they didn’t give me a choice.”

Jack: “What do I have to choose Ernest?”

Ernest: “Who lives and who dies.”

Ernest takes out a nasty looking, long knife. He says the angel demands blood. Ernest continues having flashbacks to his lover’s life threatened by Nazi soldiers. He cries out “No spies! Amor! Love!” so the Nazi soldiers will know that they are not spies. Ernest looks at his lover tenderly and with truth as he says “love,” and his lover looks back at him in relief.

Instead, they are ridiculed with “Arschficker,” which loosely translates to “arse fucker,” before the Nazi shoots Ernest’s lover in the head. Ernest cries out again, and we realize how much pain he has carried with him. It’s heartbreaking.

Ernest explains to Jack that a great sacrifice is what happened before the angel appeared, and it’s what he thinks must happen now for the angel to reappear. Ernest says either he or Jack must die, and Jack must choose. Jack refuses to kill Ernest and pleads with him to not kill him, either. Jack reminds Ernest that he took him in and forgave him, but Ernest is intent on seeing his angel. He swings the knife at Jack but misses him as Jack runs away.

As Ernest and Jack are doing their dance of death, Susan and the Magus are ensconced in their own dance with one another. The Magus ties up a naked Susan with red ropes and knots encapsulating her body. She tells him, “Tighter,” and Magus asks what she wants: “To vanquish my enemies.”

Jack runs to the truck and implores Ernest with “I’m your elemental!” Ernest refutes him. His elemental was his lover, and his lover was taken by Fascists. Jack reaches for some of his equipment from the office. He opens the door and hits Ernest with it so he falls onto the pavement. Ernest flashes back to being in the desert, readying to cut himself with his knife.

Jack runs under the bridge and Ernest follows.

The Magus repeats his question to Susan, and she repeats her answer, gasping in pleasure as Magus rests his hand between her legs and locks eyes with her. She hangs from the ceiling, tied with the red ropes.

Ernest finds Jack with his shirt opened, carving a symbol onto his bloody chest, just as Ernest cut himself in the desert.

Jack: “Thee I invoke, the Bornless one. Thee that didst create the Earth and the Heavens. I am he. The Bornless Spirit! I am he! The Truth!”

Ernest’s eyes burst out of their sockets, and an expression of pure joy spreads across his face as flames sprout like wings from Jack’s body. Ernest flashes back to the desert when he saw his angel, and he falls onto his face into the dirt, in worship of his angel.

We see the apparatus producing the flames behind Jack’s body and know that once again, Jack has manipulated Ernest into utter and complete devotion. Ernest is all in now.

#strange angel #season 2 #strange angel recap #by: laura #the lovers #damn this episode got me #i wanna see ernest chop more wood #i don't normally go for high waisted pants but damn #i can't wait for more sydney gifs #this episode is exquisite

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sasamdcu · 5 years

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Too Many Dads

Rating: 16+ Fandom DCU: Pairings: Cassandra Cain/Raven/Harper Row

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For The Summer of BatGalPals. I was super busy all July and am only now getting around to finishing some of these.

July 3rds General Prompt: “Meeting batdad”

Raven groaned as Dick made a fourth pass over her makeup and outfit. Ever since she had let it slip that she was going on a date he and Kori had hounded her relentlessly for details. They bickered like an old married couple about what she should wear and how she should style her hair, advised her to drink or take drugs in moderation and worst of all gave her a speech about the safety of procreation that went far too long. The birds and bees demonstrated with the help of Beast Boy did not help. It began to feel like Dick was more invested in this date than she was at this point.

“Alright, I think we’re perfect!” Dick finally confirmed before packing up his makeup case.

“You’re going to blow them away.”

“I can blow you away right now if you want.” Raven grumbled though Dick didn’t seem to notice.

The one saving grace about this whole fiasco was that her partners weren’t fairing much better. Occasional messages and cries of help came through her phone culminating in a string of Snapchats showcasing Harper and Jason devolving into a literal fist fight over the best style of leather jacket. Tim had apparently tried calling in a ringer since he didn’t know much about punk outfits himself and he wanted to focus more on trying to get Cass to wear a proper dress. It looked like he might be regretting that.

“Oh look at the time! We’d better hurry if we want to make it to Gotham by five!” Dick dragged Raven along to his ‘borrowed Bat Mobile'.

“Remind me again why I don’t just portal to Gotham?”

“Because I need to return this car as well and you love a good road trip.”

“I don’t.”

“Well you will after this! You like show tunes?”

“We are not listening to Wicked the entire trip.“

The doors of Wayne Manor swung open as they approached to reveal Tim and Jason, both clad in slacks and sweater vests waiting. The unnerving display caused Raven to begin to question Dick’s own sweater vest ensemble. While this wasn’t an out of place outfit for Dick with the three in coordination something seemed clearly off.

“Hey there Dick, good to see you.”

“Likewise Tim.”

“How was the trip?”

“Fantastic, we listened to Wicked for the first half and Bye Bye Birdie for the second!”

“Little too on the nose there don’t you think?” Jason asked.

“Not at all, the perfect show tunes for a road trip if you ask me.”

“It was a nightmare.” Raven cut them off before they could continue farther.

A bizarre little shuffle went on as Dick shook first Tim’s hand then Jason’s before they were guided inside. Raven had been to the Wayne mansion a handful of times before with Dick, it was how she had met Cass and Harper after all, somehow though the majesty of it all wasn’t overwhelming. The opulence reminded her of Azarath and of home.

The four of them traveled down the main foyer into a small guest seating room on the left. Inside Raven momentarily forgot all about the weird way the boys were acting because there was Harper and Cass and oh boy was Raven having a gay moment.

Jason and Tim seemed taken aback as well. Raven wasn’t surprised, instead of the outfits they had been getting them into earlier the two were sporting nothing but light workout gear. Harper was in nothing but a skeleton motif tank and loose black shorts while Cass was in skin tight shorts and a black sports bra with attached bat eared hood. If you asked Raven they looked amazing. The toned muscles and various patterns of scarring telling her just how much trust they had in her and how comfortable they were in showing her so much.

“What happened to our planning?” Jason just sank in despair. "I thought we bonded through that brawl."

“You guys got so worked up we were ready like five hours early. We got bored and went for a workout.” Harper shrugged.

“Comfier.” Cass added.

Jason simply wandered aimlessly out of the room, as if his whole world had come crashing down around him.

“What’s up with him?” Raven asked.

“Oh I told him if he helped me dress up Harper it would impress Barbara.” Tim flashed a momentary shit eating grin before becoming rigidly serious again and locking eyes with her. “But onto the real business.”

“Ahem.” Dick cleared his throat. “You two ladies better look after my girl here. Treat here right you hear?”

“What? No, no, no, your girl needs to make sure she treats Cass and Harper right!” Tim countered, upset that Dick had usurped his moment.

“I’m the adult here and I’m going to make sure Raven is treated how she deserves!”

“Well I’ve been teaching these two for years now and I need to know that they’re going to be in good hands!”

Raven felt a small tug at the bottom of her dresses skirt. Turning she found Cass holding one finger over her lips for silence and Harper looking ready to bust a gut. Motioning Cass lead the two quietly out the door, leaving the two siblings to bicker behind them.

“God I can’t believe what dorks they are.” Harper laughed once they were out of earshot. “Do they really both want to be dads that badly or something? And Jason! Oh my god I can’t believe I managed to convince him to wear that stupid sweater vest.”

Cass and Raven snickered with her.

“At least you two got to change into something more comfortable, Dick and Kori made me take a five hour car ride in latex. This stuff doesn’t breathe you know.”

“It’s worth it.” Cass pulled Raven into a side hug, burying herself into the empath’s side and stealing a quick kiss.

“Yea, honestly it suits you a lot. Looks super cute and you don’t even notice the fact that it was probably bought from some kink store.”

Raven was dressed in as Kori described it a ‘Latex Galaxy Print Emily Dress’. A simple black latex dress with blue, purple and red galaxy print swirls across the chest portion, short puffy shoulder sleeves a somewhat short skirt and a high almost sailor collar, finished off by an O-ring attached right in the center.

“Uhg” Raven groaned. “I let Kori pick it out but didn’t take into account her lack of tact and understand when it comes to certain social customs still. A pretty dress is a pretty dress is all she said. Though I have to admit her matching the galaxy design with your hair was a stroke of genius.”

Raven ran a hand through Harper's hair before pulling her down for her own kiss.

“Again, you hardly notice it looks kinky or anything. Either that or I’ve just been spending too much time around the local capes and hoods. Have you seen Cat Woman’s outfit? The dress really doesn’t stand out that much in our line of work.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

“So, we have a surprise for movie night.” Cass beamed at her pushing Raven to raise an eyebrow in interest.

“Oh?”

“It’s an anime. I’ve finally gotten Cass fully into anime, and now it’s your turn.” Harper laughed.

“As long as it’s Cass picking that’s fine with me, the last time it was your turn to pick we ended up watching that god awful Lance and Masks.”

The three settled down together in one of the side rooms, a massive TV adorning the far wall and one large comfy couch for them to quickly pile onto. Raven let Cass guide her in between herself and Harper. While they’d definitely had movies night before this was an entirely new situation for Raven. Previously she had always been off to the side while the lovebirds cuddled. She could definitely get used to this though, something about the way the two of them embraced and held her just made her feel so safe and warm. Harper pulling her almost on top of herself and Cass spread out all across both of them kept her in such close proximity it was almost impossible to tune out their feelings of affection that washed over her like she was being dipped in a warm comfortable bath. It was pure happiness.

Bruce was tired. He had finished his patrol late the night before and hadn’t had time for sleep before dealing with the various Wayne enterprises that required his attention. Refusing to take a day off he had just finished his second night straight of patrols and was running on fumes when he made it back to the mansion.

Upon arriving the first thing he found was Jason passed out in a patio chair dressed like what Bruce could only assume was an attempt at Mr. Rodgers. He didn’t want to know. In the foyer he found Duke scolding Tim and Dick both also dressed in outlandishly PBS father figure style outfits. He had to blink a few times and then go double check on Jason to make sure he was seeing everything correctly. Those three wearing matching outfits was not a good sign.

Checking in on Harper and Cass who he’d heard were opting to spend their weekend at the mansion for once instead of at either Harper or Stephanie’s apartments was delighted to find all three girls snuggled up fast asleep together on the couch. A large comfy blanket sprawled out across them.

“Wait.”

It didn’t take the world’s greatest detective to realize that something didn’t add up, namely the number of people in the pile. Silently he went through a mental checklist of who all was there. There was Harper and Cass yes. But the third girl was someone he didn’t recognize. It wasn’t Stephanie, or Barbara, or Carrie or Kate. Not Violet not Harley(thankfully.) not Selina and not anyone else that sprung to mind.

Rubbing his eyes he wandered into the kitchen where he found Damian eating breakfast and Alfred putting on a new batch of coffee.

“Oh thank you Alfred, I definitely need that today.” He groaned as he plopped down into a seat at the table next to Damian.

“I think what you need is a good sleep sir.” Alfred replied but began grabbing a third cup nonetheless.

Bruce hummed to himself a moment in thought.

“We didn’t adopt any new kids recently have we?”

Damian and Alfred looked at him in confusion.

“There’s a third girl with Harper and Cass. I don’t recognize her.”

“Ahh. That would be Miss Raven.” Alfred turned back to the coffee maker. “No, she is simply here as a guest, from my understanding those three have begun dating. She’s one of Dick’s Teen Titans.”

Bruce nodded in acceptance.

“Okay good. I was worried we would need to renovate and add another bedroom.”

“I’m pretty sure that won’t be a problem.” Duke said around mouthfuls of toast. “Looks to me like they’ll be sharing a bed anyways.”

And that was not what sleep deprived Bruce needed to be thinking about right now. Anything would have been better than his children's relationships, god a Joker attack would be better.

“And do you know what’s going on with?...” he let the question die out.

“On second thought I’ll ask Dick what they were doing tomorrow. Alfred please ignore my earlier request for coffee and cancel my eight o clock, I believe we should still be able to reschedule to tomorrow for that. I’m going to go get some rest after all.”

“Of course sir.”

“Have fun at school Damian.”

“Tch.”

Yea. Bruce definitely wasn’t dealing with whatever else all of this was until tomorrow.

#Cassandra Cain/Raven/Harper Row #Sob19 #Summerofbatgals #Cassandra Cain/Raven #Cassandra Cain/Harper Row #Raven/Harper Row #My Fanfiction #Fanfiction #dcu fanfiction

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worlds-shortest-astronaut · 5 years

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Ateez Weekly Idol Moment 2/2

oh my god we’re getting taekwondo San my ovaries aren’t ready please please i’m begging you don’t do this

oh my god he has a 3rd degree black belt

i didn’t know Choi San could get more attractive than he already is but, ladies and gents, here he is

he literally did a high kick, Brazilian kick and spinning kick in leather pants what the FUCK

this is it, this is my sexuality

DID YOU SEE HOW HIGH HE JUMPED FOR THAT SPINNING KICK

GUYS HE HAS AN OLDER SISTER AND HER NAME MEANS SKY BECAUSE HE’S THE MOUNTAIN BENEATH THE SKY I’M NOT CRYING

literally the daulity tho

San: just high-kicked my heart right out of my chest while being the hottest man on Earth

Also San: i have an older sister and she’s the sky while I’m the mountain looking up at her :(( and my father named us :))

Wooyoung’s FACE when he heard how many he had to memorise - thats me in school

SAN PUT THOSE GLASSES AWAY FUCK

a;sldkgja;slkgdj WOOSAN came to PLAY

the way Wooyoung came out when San put his hand up and called his name - Wooyoung being baby is my fave

Guys, GUYS SAN and Wooyoung have ONE shared brain cell PLEASE spare them

Ateez distracting the hosts a;slkdgja;sldkgj this is why they’re the funniest okay??

a;lskdjga;lskdjg;alskjgd;aslkj WOOYOUNG’s FACE WHEN HE GOT IT WRONG

San’s little wave i love him

Woosan is so cute and for WHAT for my HEART that’s for WHAT

JONGHO RAPPING ATINY WE STAY WINNING

literally Jongho is the next generation’s Jungkook but leveled up even more - diamond maknae for real

SAN AND YEOSANG CAN DRAW??? the TALENT???? ARTIST YEOSANG AND SAN AUs RISE

Is that a pot??

HE DREW A CABBAGE a;sdlgja;slkdgj;lj

Ateez have ONE (1) SHARED BRAIN CELL and this is what it’s for - the’re literally PSYCHIC

He tried to draw Freedie Mercury in his white singlet and Wooyoung asked IS HE SAN a;slkdgja;slkdgja;lskdjg;lakjs what does San wear in the dorm???

imagine playing pictionary with Ateez we’d literally all lose because they all share a single braincell

WOOYOUNG THE HOTTEST MEMBER OF ATEEZ - oh god this is going to be so bad

THE BG MUSIC it’s the MINIONS SINGING the UNIVERSAL STUDIOS INTRO I HATE THIS

Wooyoung dancing to Take You Down my ovaries please

SEONGHWA DANCING to Look What You Made Me Do - i can’t believe I actually like that song now his POWER

Editors: he’s using his tongue again. Me: i cAn SeE thAt

DO NOT GYRATE LIKE THAT the FUCK

i HATE HIM

WE GET IT YOUR HIPS ARE JUST FELXIBLE AS SAN’S

Yeosang turning away as;dlkgjas;ldkgj

Wooyoung: where did you learn this? Seonghwa: I learned it from you - this bitch seriously

San really just fucking dropped into the splits what the fuck i HATE him

Wooyoung really called out Mingi like that

a;lskdjg;alskdgj the way Mingi kicked his leg up was so CUTE

Seonghwa: my HIPS are flexible, bitch, not my LEGS

Seonghwa: I hope it’s not me. Wooyoung: it’s Seonghwa

Wooyoung really just has a sixth sense for picking San doesn’t he?HIS FACE WHEN HE READ SAN’S NAME - HE WAS SO RELIEVED and HAPPY

SAN-AH!!!!!!

WooSanHwa

SAN what the FUCK STOP

WOOYOUNG as;ldkgja;sldkgj;alskdgj;alskdjg a;lskdgj ;alskdjg;aslkdjg;alskdjg;alskdjg;laskjgd;laskdjg;laskdjg;laskdjg;alskdjg;laksdjgl;askjdg;laskdjg;laskdjg;alksgdj;alskgdj;alskdjg;aslkdgja;slkdjg

his legs are like vertical

Seonghwa seriously took his time while Woosan were dying

SEONGHWA SHUT THE FUCK UP STOP BEING SO LOUD

he really had to GRIND his hips while doing that

COMPLETELY UNNECESSARY

San asked for the food so cutely

WOOYOUNG CAUSING TROUBLE

Mingi looks STRESSED

WAVE is NOT SEXY i did NOT sign up for this Mingi STOP

Mingi - the first-ever idol mythomaniac

Mingi, lying: but i’ve never lied about happening

Also Mingi: my parents love me and I’m an angel and I was born in heaven’s Paradise Hospital

Hongjoong and Yeosang: losing it

Hongjoong: he’s a baby - Hongjoong spitting facts as usual

Mingi - confirmed angel

Are you able to lend Wooyoung 10,000 dollars?

Mingi: of course not!

Mingi looks proud of himself but actually he’s jsut fucking BROKE

Wooyoung and Mingi were ready to throw hands

Wooyoung: Are you happy being the center of attention right now?

Mingi: i’m just happy to be here with my members :))

Seonghwa: my BULLSHIT METER is SCREAMING

AHAHAH the way THANK U/FRIEND came on when Mingi passed

Hongojong - Mingi’s hand is really sweaty as;ldkgja;sldkgj;alskgdj;askldjg

Wooyoung looks so nervous - he realy wouldn’t lend Mingi money a;slkdgja;sldkgj;alksjdg

YAYYAYA THEY GET THE ROYAL FEAST I LOVE SEEING MY BOYS EAT WELL IT’S WHAT THEY DESERVE

San has changed the most this year and shows amazing performance skills - FACTS ONLY

PIRATE KING IS BACK AND IS STILL THAT BITCH

oh my GOD they performed Pirate King in the hottest outfits too oh my god

Yunho looks ready for the Matrix - why is a turtle neck and leather jacket such a LOOK

WHO PUT SEONGHWA IN THAT LEATHER JACKET with an unbuttoned white shirt - this man be serving bad boy looks ALL DAY

MINGI NO HE’S SO HOT WHAT THE FUCK why are his SLEEVES ROLLED UP

Jongho looking FINE

a;slkgj;slakjga; SAN in a harness with a black jacket and leather pants BYEEEE

Wooyoung OOF - oh look, his shirt is unbuttoned what a shock

Hongjoong in that long jacket BIG OOF

SAN OVERDOING THE CHOREO AGAIN YES KING (yeosang’s going to call him out for it again)

YEOSANG YES BOY GET IT

YESSS PIRATE KING DANCE BREAK GET IT BOYS

#ateez #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho

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Sunset, Swimming, and Sex || Berrington

Date: November 3rd. Late afternoon until late night.

Location: Westerville, Ohio.

Who: Rachel Berry and Hunter Clarington ( @cockyclarington )

Notes: Rachel and Hunter go on their second date. With the sexual tension that’s been on the rise between the two young adults will they be able to keep their date innocent? Or will Rachel give in to her deepest desires. (Sunset.)

WARNINGS: NSFW like at all.

Hunter Clarington:

Hunter made a beeline to his dorm room right when his last class let out. He was in a rush to change his clothes, throwing his Dalton uniform on the bed before changing into a pair of dark jeans, black boots, and his favorite leather jacket over a long-sleeve shirt. With a smile on his face and a skip to his step, he was looking forward to driving all the way to Lima to pick Rachel up. He timed it just right in his head and knew if he had rushed to leave, he could make it to McKinley High School just as Rachel’s glee club would be over. He made sure he had everything he needed to go pick her up and soon he was blazing out of the Dalton parking lot and onto the long road ahead.

The drive was uneventful as Hunter looked forward to seeing the girl, laughing to himself as he pictured the surprised faces of her friends and classmates. He rolled up to McKinley High School, checking the time on his phone to see that he was right on schedule. Already he could see students giving him looks-- either checking him out or sizing him up, but Hunter didn’t care about these peasants. With the engine cut and helmet now tucked under his arm, the Dalton boy strolled through the halls in search of the glee club room. After asking some random student to point out the way, he found it. He peeked into the room and smiled when Rachel came into view. She was standing in front of her peers, singing a song that Hunter knew he’d heard before but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Listening to her voice ring out beautifully, Hunter couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride, for some reason. After she’d finished singing, it looked like the teacher was just wrapping up whatever he was talking about and the glee club members were already gathering their things and getting ready to leave. Hunter waited right there by the door, ready to greet her.

Rachel Berry:

Rachel had been waiting rather impatiently for Friday to arrive, eager to spend more alone time with Hunter. It was like she was addicted to him and the way he made her feel. He made her feel wanted and beautiful-- not a lot of people ever made her feel that way. And no one had ever made her feel quite the same as Hunter did. Waking up on Friday was like waking up on Christmas morning and she chose her outfit very carefully that day, not wanting to have to rush home after school to change - she realized that if she was going to be frequenting the back of her guy’s motorcycle, she was going to have to invest in more articles of clothing that didn't involve a skirt. Three pairs of shorts wasn't cutting it. She settled for a pair of black, high-waisted shorts, maroon tights, and a cream colored sweater, her dark hair straightened and down.

She could barely focus in school all day long, going over every moment she’d spoken to Hunter or spend time with him. She felt like she did the first time she’d ever had a crush on someone, only tenfold. It was intense and she was obsessed. It had even leaked over into glee, as she was starting to sing songs the related to her and Hunter, songs she'd never even heard before. That day at glee rehearsal, she sang Dirty Laundry by a band she'd just discovered when scouring the internet for songs that portrayed her feelings. The moment she heard it she couldn't help but think of Hunter- and she liked knowing that only a few people in glee club knew exactly who she was singing to.

When glee was finally over and she gathered her things, she said goodbye to her friends and walked with purpose out for the room, practically power-walking. She stopped in her tracks, though, when she saw her handsome suitor waiting for her. The brunette’s face lit up when she saw Hunter, glancing around. “Hunt?” She grinned at him, holding her things tightly in her arms, doing her best to not seem overly excited. She wanted to portray the right amount of excited as to not scare him away. “What a nice surprise.” She bit her lip to resist the urge to kiss him, not knowing if they were there yet. She gave him a once over, shaking her head. “I've never had such a dangerous-looking fella pick me up from school before.” She teased him. She felt nervous and relaxed all at the same time. He made her so nervous- in the good way- and yet she felt so comfortable with him, it was a weird feeling that her and the butterflies hadn't quite gotten used to yet.

Hunter Clarington:

When the glee kids began exiting the room, some of them noticed and even recognized him. Hunter handed out a few hellos to the people he knew and those that didn’t stared him down as they walked down the halls. He wondered which one of the guys coming out of the room was Rachel’s ex-boyfriend but before he could say or do anything, the girl he’d come to see came marching out of the room and stopped in her tracks to greet him. “Hey, babe,” Hunter stood up straight from leaning against the wall, flashing her his signature charming smile. He quickly gave her a once-over and maybe mentally undressed her before he moved in to wrap an arm around her waist to bring her into a firm, possessive kiss. He made sure everyone in the halls who were watching could see; he was very obviously marking and claiming his territory. When he broke away from the kiss, he kept well within her personal space and didn’t care that people were staring at them both-- in fact, he wanted people to see them. “Thought I’d come surprise you here for everyone to see what kind of danger you get yourself into. You ready for our date?” He asked, shrugging off his jacket to give to her. “I brought my bike.”

He offered to hold Rachel’s things for her while she put on his jacket, grinning to himself that she looked so good in his jacket. As they started to make their way down the hall, his arm draped around her, he noticed one of the guys that’d come out of the glee club had been glaring daggers at him from afar. Coming here to pick Rachel up had so far been an excellent choice. “Do you need to stop off at your place first or do you want to just get out of here? I have a place in mind I want to take you before we go to Dalton.”

Rachel Berry:

Rachel was pleasantly surprised by the affectionate pet name and the way that Hunter pulled her into a kiss. All of it overwhelmed her briefly and she melted into the taller’s embrace, humming against his lips as she kissed him back. Her cheeks flushed red as they kissed, feeling the eyes of her classmates and her ex-boyfriend. She liked it, though. She liked that Hunter was into her enough to make it a point to come pick her up from school and show their relationship off-- even if it wasn't official yet.

She happily let Hunter hold her things as she slipped his jacket on over her outfit-- there were those butterflies again. She loved how warm she felt in his jacket-- feeling like she was his was something she really loved. The grin never left her face as they walked down the hall together, she could only imagine how great they looked-- her wearing his jacket, him so much taller than she. It was probably a sight she’d be jealous of if she wasn’t a part of it. Leaning into him as they walked, she shook her head. “Nah, I wanna get out of here with you.” She assured him, smiling up at him. “I just need to drop this stuff off at my locker-- Kurt will take it home for me so I don’t have to haul it to Westerville.” She said as they made their way towards her locker, stopping to put her things away and grab her purse. She locked up her things and got closer to the taller again, slipping her arm around his waist so they could walk out together-- she’d be lying if she said she didn’t love the looks they got from others.

She could still feel people’s eyes on them as they left and made their way to his bike, taking her helmet and placing it on her head. “Y’know if I’m going to be frequenting the back of your bike so often-- I should get my own, personalized helmet.” She chuckled, looking up at him. “Where are you taking me today, handsome?”

Hunter Clarington:

With his jacket on Rachel and the two of them walking down the halls together, Hunter felt like a rockstar. He wished that he could do the same thing over at Dalton but private school was just a little different than McKinley. Public school kids were all about individuality and doing their best to stick out and right now, he knew that they would be the talk of the school after this. Hunter walked Rachel over to her locker and got a peek inside, noticing the glittery stars inside and chuckling to himself at her cuteness.

When they got outside, there were still students staring and many even looked confused. Maybe no one expected a goody-goody like Miss Rachel Berry to be dating a so-called “bad boy"? When the both of them strapped their helmets on, Hunter thought about Rachel’s little joke. He imagined her wearing a bright pink helmet, bedazzled with a gold star. The image made him chuckle. “I think getting you a customized helmet could be arranged,” he told her as he mounted his bike and waited for her to do the same before he started up the engine. “First things first, we're getting something to eat-- I'm starving.” As he revved the engine loudly, it roaring and echoing throughout the parking lot, many students and even faculty took notice and watched the couple leave the premises.

Hunter already had the entire evening planned out in his head. On their first date, she'd gotten just a glimpse when they'd gone to stargaze. Today was going to be about showing Rachel more of his world. More of the real Hunter Clarington. But first, food. Their first stop was a nice little vegan diner where they could grab a quick bite to eat. He remembered from their first date that the girl had mentioned she was a vegetarian and wanted to take her someplace where she could choose from a full menu. The drive didn’t take more than a half-hour even when he took the scenic route. When they pulled up and dismounted the bike, Hunter made sure to keep close to Rachel, a protective arm around her frame.

Rachel Berry:

Rachel chuckled when Hunter agreed to a personalized helmet. “Great, I would like a nice sized, golden, sparkly ‘R’ right on the back.” She requested with a nose crinkle as she took her spot on his motorcycle and they took off out of McKinley High’s parking lot. She held onto him tightly as they drove out of town. She lived in the moment and relished in the feeling of the bike rumbling beneath them, her chest pressed tightly against his back as she tightened her arms around him. With a smile on her face, she leaned her cheek against his back, humming happily as she watched the beautiful view pass them by. She hadn’t felt this happy in a long time-- if ever.

As Hunter came to a stop in front of a dining establishment she’d never been to before, she got off the bike with him, leaning into him as he wrapped his arm around her-- she liked how he always wanted her close. It certainly wasn’t a bad thing. As they got closer to the diner and she saw the name, she realized she recognized it as one of the few vegan places in the area- one she’d wanted to try for a while. A silly grin pulled at the corners of her mouth as she looked up at him. He remembered she was a vegetarian. The butterflies in her stomach flitted around excitedly as they made their way into the diner. “You remembered,” was all she said, wanting him to know that it touched her, she saw it-- she saw him being sweet and thoughtful and she appreciated it. It was the first time someone she had dated had really listened to her. She felt heard and it was impressive considering her being a vegetarian was something she had just briefly mentioned in the middle of their date. It was just another thing that made him Hunter- another thing that made her feel that much more for him. Another reason she needed to be careful before she fell in too deep.

Hunter Clarington:

“Well, yeah,” was all Hunter replied when Rachel voiced her appreciation for him remembering about her dietary habits. He looked at her like remembering such a fact should’ve come naturally to anyone who’d been on a date with her. “You mentioned it so of course I’d remember.” Hunter didn’t think he’d really put much thought into it; he just knew if he’d been a vegetarian, he’d might want to eat someplace where there were more than only a few things he could choose from. The diner was a casual setting-- much different from their first date where they sat down in a classy little restaurant. He made it a point to mention that they couldn’t linger for very long at the diner; they were there only to eat because Hunter had their next destination in mind like a target in his crosshairs. “I hate to rush us but we have to get there before six tonight,” he apologized, checking the time on his phone as he quickly finished his food. He looked apologetic because he was probably ruining the mood but he wanted to make this date worth it and it wouldn’t be if they were even a little bit late.

“I promise it’ll be great,” he assured her when they eventually got back onto the road after eating. “I discovered this place when I was driving one day after-school and I wanted to show you. I thought about how much you liked it that night we went to the park and that you might like this too.” Hunter was purposefully being vague, not wanting to reveal exactly where they were going.

Rachel Berry:

Rachel knew that it was probably a silly thing to feel so thankful for, but when it came to her diet and her beliefs, no one but her family ever really seemed to care that much. She felt so happy throughout their dinner that she didn’t even mind that they were kind of in a rush, just excited to do whatever it was Hunter had in store for them. She didn’t mind that he hurried them through dinner-- finding it sweet that he had someplace specific in mind to take her, appreciating the thought he’d put into this date yet again.

After they finished dinner and she thanked him for paying, they hopped on his motorcycle again and took off. She enjoyed more of the scenery around them as they winded through the Ohio backroads, smiling to herself as she held onto him tight. She was thinking of the night ahead and where they would end up-- she was questioning herself and what she wanted. Rachel wanted Hunter and she wanted him bad. With every moment they spent together the want became more of a need. She’d been at war with herself ever since Sebastian’s Halloween party-- does she give in to what she wants? Or does she keep a promise to herself that she’s tried so hard to keep through her teenage years?

It was an ongoing thing in her mind and it was exhausting her.

Having zoned out a little bit, Rachel was surprised when they came to a stop. Looking around to to see where they were, she didn’t recognize where they were at all, chuckling softly as she got off the bike, taking the helmet off and running her fingers through her hair. “I’m confused,” She shook her head. “Where are we?”

Hunter Clarington:

Hunter grinned to himself as they zoomed through the backroads and soon they’d made their way out of Lima. It was mostly farmland as far as the eye could see and that was to be expected since they were in Ohio, after all. Because he couldn’t see Rachel’s facial expression, he hoped that she was enjoying the ride as much as he. From the way she held onto him as they drove down the roads, he could only assume she was loving every moment of it. When they got closer to their destination, Hunter slowed down and looked toward the western horizon. When he saw that they still had a bit of time before sunset, he was satisfied.

He stopped at the side of the road, seemingly nothing in sight besides the wide span of farmland and well… more farmland. “I promise you’ll like it,” he told Rachel when he took his helmet off and dug into his bike’s side compartment to produce a modest-sized blanket. Taking her hand into his own, interlacing their fingers as he led them up a hill. Sat atop the hill was a large oak tree, its autumn colors just beginning to appear through its green leaves. He spread the blanket under the tree and pointed out towards the horizon. “Ohio is like Hicksville, U.S.A, but it’s got some really gorgeous sunsets if you know where to look.” He smiled at Rachel then as he gestured for her to take a seat. When they were both seated next to each other, he grinned at her again. “Not nearly as gorgeous as you, though.”

Rachel Berry:

Rachel smiled to herself as Hunter took her hand in his, biting her lip. She liked that he was the one to initiate hand-holding. It meant something to her and it was just one of the many small things he did that made her fall a little harder towards falling for him for real. Another one of those things was the fact that he brought her to watch the sunset. She didn’t know if he was truly trying hard to make her fall for him or if he was just that good. Not needing any convincing, she happily took a seat next to him on the blanket. She looked at him as he complimented her, a light blushing painting her cheeks to match the colors that the sky was turning. “Hunter, I-” She shook her head, giggling softly as she wrapped her arm around his, scooting closer.

The brunette leaned her head against his shoulder as she took in the view, the way the orange sky barely lit the farmland below, the cows and horses grazing in the twilight before making their way to their stables and barns to sleep. Her grin grew as she took a deep breath of the autumn air. “I don’t even know what to say.” She lifter her head to rest her chin on his shoulder, looking at him. “This is probably the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me.” Rachel said honestly, looking at him fondly, giggling. “You’re scoring major charm points here.”

Hunter Clarington:

Hunter knew exactly what he was doing to Rachel and knew that all he had to do was lay down the charm and she was like putty in his hands. It was a huge boost to his ego every single time he managed to make her speechless or paint a blush across her cheeks. When Rachel mentioned him scoring charm points, he busted out laughing. Everytime she made him laugh, it made him that much happier. His chest felt fit to bursting with a pure happiness every moment he spent in Rachel’s very presence. “Well, I’m glad you like it. I mean, I knew you would but still,” he chuckled, turning his head to smile at her. He brought his arm around her and pulled him closer against his body, holding himself up with his free arm.

The sky grew a bolder and brighter orange as the sun continued its descent, and Hunter sighed contentedly. In that moment it felt like no one else existed but the two of them. He was reminded of the way he felt on their first date-- reminded of the way that Rachel always seemed to make him feel. They watched as the sky evolved through an array of different colors as sunset slowly became twilight. It made him think about how his little “thing” with Rachel had evolved from a little flirtation and one silly kiss into something much more meaningful. Rachel meant a great deal to him.

Rachel Berry:

Rachel loved the way it felt when Hunter pulled her closer, she liked that it felt like they could never be close enough when they were together. She leaned into him as they watched the sky, sighing happily as she thought of the guy next to her, barely paying attention to the sunset anymore as the glowing orb sunk lower behind the earth. After a few moments of silence, she looked at him again, her eyelashes fanning down across her cheeks as she glanced down, shaking her head. There were a lot of things running through her mind but nothing that she could express in a proper sentence. So she forgot the words and she leaned up to where their faces were on the same level.

At first she only pressed her lips against his for a gentle kiss, one of pure sweetness. But then she kissed him again and she kissed him in a slower manner, using the kiss to relay the things she was feeling as her lips moved almost agonizingly slow, moving closer to him as her forehead wrinkled. That usual spark that came with kissing Hunter ignited a fire in her stomach, burning a bit hotter this particular time. The kiss was slow and hot, her feelings for him very evident from how gentle it was despite the intensity.

Hunter Clarington:

When sunset was over and the sky grew darker as the stars started to peek out, Hunter turned to look at Rachel. Before he could say anything to her, she had kissed him. Pleasantly surprised, Hunter’s eyes fluttered shut and he smiled into her first kiss. He loved how soft her lips were and how she tasted faintly of vanilla regardless of whatever she ate or drank beforehand. When she moved into kiss him a second time, Hunter wrapped his arms around her and hummed softly against her lips. His brow furrowed as he followed her lead, his lips parting slightly as she deepened the kiss and suddenly he felt a certain craving for the girl. Not sexual or physical, but… something. Hunter couldn’t remember a time when anyone kissed him like this.

Hunter understood what he meant to Rachel. He was aware that he held all of the power and ability to break her heart into a million pieces. The amount of trust she put into him was a lot-- enough for him to understand the seriousness of their relationship. When they finally broke away from the kiss to take a breath of air, Hunter found himself feeling a bit breathless. His face was flushed and hot, and he almost felt dazed as he opened his eyes to look at Rachel. “... Wow,” he couldn’t help but to laugh, smiling bashfully. He couldn’t find much else to say as he raked a hand through his hair and licked his lips. He could still feel the kiss lingering, making his face red hot.

Rachel Berry:

Rachel’s kiss had effectively taken their breath away and she shared his same bashful smile, giggling softly as she glanced down, biting hard on her lip as her cheeks flushed deep red. “Yeah, wow.” She agreed, bringing her knees up to her chest, running her hands over her face before looking at him again. “Oh, Hunter Clarington, what are you doing to me?” Her voice was soft and wrapped in a chuckle as she leaned in to steal one more kiss.

She felt addicted to Hunter in a way-- she craved him just the same as he craved her. In that unexplainable way that no one could ever find the words for, and in every other way possible. He made it very easy for her to lose herself and just drown in him. She was so close to the edge that she was certain that drowning in him would be exactly what she did that night. She stole a couple more kisses from him, just the same as before, slow and hot, and before they knew it the sun was pretty much completely gone. A dark blue blanket covered them and the stars sparkled above.

Rachel happily followed Hunter back to his bike, holding his hand and staying close to him as they made their way back down the hill. She floated on cloud nine all the way to Westerville, sitting a little closer to him and holding on a little tighter, the feeling of their kisses still burning her lips.

Hunter Clarington:

Hunter almost didn’t want to move from his spot on that blanket with Rachel. He wanted to stay with her there and it just be the two of them and night sky, the rest of the world forgotten. But Hunter had made a promise to take her swimming and he was going to keep his promise. He reluctantly led her back to his bike all the while holding her hand, a growing tension between them that had been very different from the other times they’d spent together. At least it felt different to the man.

They made their way back to Westerville and Hunter knew the route like the back of his hand. With the sun gone, the air had become chilly but he had Rachel’s kiss and her arms wrapped around his torso keeping him arm. He felt her body press up against his back and it made him smile like an idiot. When they arrived back in Westerville and pulled up into the Dalton Academy parking lot, it was already past the time when the staff enforced all boys be back in their dorms. Hunter was careful to keep his motorcycle to a dull purr as he parked it and led Rachel inside. “C’mon; I don’t want us to get caught,” he whispered to her as they maneuvered through the school and made their way to the swimming pool. Hunter knew of an entrance that would be unlocked and at this hour, no one had any reason to go swimming so it would be easy to go by undetected.

“I’m guessing you didn’t bring a swimsuit in that little purse of yours?” He asked with a coy smile when they arrived at the pool. He already knew the answer and knew an entire change or clothes or even a swimsuit wouldn’t have fit in her bag. Hunter started getting undressed, pulling his shirt over his head and letting it fall to the ground. “I’ll swim in my underwear if it’ll make you feel better,” he assured her, undoing the buckle of his jeans before letting them pool around his ankles and stepping out of them.

Rachel Berry:

Sneaking into Dalton after hours to swim and to spend the night with Hunter made Rachel feel so bad and it felt so good. She liked that Hunter brought out the side of her that was fearless and willing to do things she wanted without being afraid. She wasn’t afraid when she was with him-- she didn’t feel like she needed to be. It felt like nothing bad could happen and even if it did, she could face whatever it was because Hunter was there with her. He made her feel weak and strong all at the same time.

Rachel felt like an idiot when they got to the pool and she realized she had not prepared for their date as much as she’d originally thought-- she completely forgot to get the bag she packed that was still lying on the floor in her room. Therefore, she had no swimsuit. Great. She blushed, almost embarrassed as Hunter began to undress. “Hunter-- I can’t..” She giggled softly, covering her face with her hands for a moment before peeking through to take a nice, good look at the man in front of her. Sure, they were still teenagers by definition, but Hunter was a man and his body was gorgeous. Gorgeous enough to make her heart skip a beat, sending signals through her body, her entire body. It didn’t take too much more convincing before the shorter was kicking off her shoes. “Okay, okay.” She figured being in her bra and panties wasn’t much different than the bikini she’d packed. “You think you’re just so good because you actually got me in my underwear on this date, huh?” She teased, unbuttoning her shorts to pull them down along with her tights. A little nervous, she pulled her sweater up and over her head, revealing her dark, navy colored matching bra and panties set, hot pink lace acting as an outline to both.

Rachel bit down on her bottom lip as she looked to Hunter, giggling softly once more, shaking her head. “Last one in has to buy breakfast in the morning.” She said with a cute nose crinkle before running and jumping into the pool with a splash.

Hunter Clarington:

When Hunter was stripped down to just his black boxer briefs, he chuckled when Rachel initially covered her face as to not look at him. It was cute how one girl could be so adventurous and sexy but then be so innocent and adorable at the same time. “I'd like to think I've won yet again, yes,” he said with a smirk on his face. As he watched Rachel undress, he watched her with hungry, invading eyes. He could feel himself practically salivating and he had to swallow thickly when she had stripped down to just her underwear. Hunter was no fool-- he knew what a matching bra and panties meant on a date. He knew what she probably had in mind when she chose to wear those today of all days.

Before he could say anything more, Rachel was already jumping into the pool. Hunter supposed he should be grateful for the water being there to cool him off-- just watching Rachel undress already had him hot and bothered. Diving into the pool after her with a laugh, he swam over to her and smiled brightly. “The water feels great, right?” he asked her as he floated nearby. “I love the way the water feels. It’s so relaxing.”

Rachel Berry:

Rachel giggled softly as Hunter swam up to her as she floated easily, treading the water beneath her. She couldn’t help but smile back at him when he flashed her his bright grin, shaking her head. “It feels wonderful.” She agreed. “You must love the way it feels if you chose the swim team over lacrosse-- which is probably a good thing considering their team.” She chuckled softly, shaking her head. She was thankful that Sebastian and Hunter hadn’t been on every team together.

Taking a deep breath, Rachel closed her eyes and went under the water to relish in the feeling for a moment before coming back up and wiping under her eyes to rid of any mascara that might’ve been running. Swimming over to the wall of the pool so she could hang on the edge and slowly kick her legs under the water, she looked at her date, smiling at him and shaking her head. She thought about the moments that led up to this one, the one where he was in a pool, at night, in her underwear, with a boy. She chuckled softly as she glanced down, feeling giddy with a warmth that she’s surprised didn’t cause steam in the cool water. “So, Hunter,” She began, thinking of their previous conversations about him being dangerous, a thought that always followed those of her falling for him. “You mentioned me needing to know what I was getting into, claiming skeletons in your closet.” Rachel grinned a little at him, shrugging slightly. “Enlighten me, tell me about those skeletons. I told you, you don't scare me. Let me prove it.” Her voice was soft as she bit her lip.

Hunter Clarington:

Hunter casually swam around Rachel, watching as she dipped herself into the pool to enjoy the temperature and overall feeling it gave her. He shared the same feeling as he swam over to her to rest alongside the edge, both dripping and wet. He thought she looked gorgeous like this. He’d laughed at her comment about not being on the lacrosse team; he could only imagine the drama that would’ve stemmed there and the grief he avoided by choosing swim team instead.

When she asked him about the skeletons in his closet, Hunter wasn’t sure how to answer. He regretted ever mentioning such things to her. With pursed lips, he thought of how he would even begin. “Well, I think there’s still some skeletons from when we decorated for Halloween if you want me to go look for one.” Apparently Hunter wanted to start with a lame joke, hoping to deter Rachel from the subject if even a little bit. When she didn’t budge and gave him a pointed look, he sighed and shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. I think you’ve already gotten the idea that things at home aren’t too great for me,” he confessed, avoiding eye contact with her. “Y’know I haven’t had a room at home to call my own since I was ten years old? When my family moved, they didn’t bother setting up a room for me so they just have a guest bedroom now.” Hunter spoke with an amused smile on his face but his voice came out bitter and upset. He shook his head at how incredulous it sounded saying the fact out loud and he laughed coldly.

Before Rachel could approach him to comfort him, he let himself sink in the water and submerged himself. When he came up for air, he wiped his face and slicked back his hair. “My family thinks I’m some model student whose only focus is schoolwork and the military. I put up this front with them but they don’t know anything about me, really. I guess I should be grateful, though; they pay for my everything as long as I keep my grades up and stay out of trouble.”

Rachel Berry:

Rachel was sad to hear that her suspicions had been confirmed about Hunter not having a great home life. She chewed on her lip as she listened to him, glad to see that he was so willing to at least share something with her. The urge to comfort him was halted by him dipping into the water, she took the cue and held off for a moment and she let him finish his story.

“Well,” She started when he was finished, reaching for his hand. “I'm sorry to hear I was right about your family.” She said sincerely as she gently tugged on his arm to bring him closer to her. “I hoped I wasn't. But, you know, your family-- it's their loss.” She said softly, her big brown eyes looking up into his as she pressed her back against the wall again, letting her legs slip around his waist, placing her hands on his chest. “It's going to take more than an unhappy home life to scare me away, Hunt.” She whispered to him.

Hunter Clarington:

When Rachel reached out for him, Hunter eagerly brought her closer and let her rest her almost naked body against his own as he clung to the edge of the wall. It was a slight relief to know that Rachel still accepted him for who he was but his parents were just the tip of the iceberg. He didn't want to get into the detail that if his family found out about their relationship, they would strongly disapprove. “Are you sure it's okay, though? I mean, I know your family is important to you and you spoke so fondly of spending Thanksgiving with them all-- I just don't want you to have any expectations for, well, anything.”

Hunter knew that he was probably getting a little ahead of himself here since he and Rachel weren't even official but he didn't want to continue seeing a girl that would one day want to meet his parents. “If you really think that you'll be okay with that, then I'm all for us to continue doing,” he gestured between the two of them, “whatever this is.” With the cool water swirling around them, Hunter could feel Rachel’s heat radiating from her body. He rested his forehead against hers, their lips mere centimeters apart. “And I really want to keep doing whatever this is with you.”

Rachel Berry:

Rachel rolled her eyes a little bit, slipping her arms around Hunter’s neck, a smile pulled at her lips as she rested her forehead against his. “I don't want to stop doing this either.” Shrugging her shoulders, she crinkled her nose. “We don't need to have Thanksgiving with your family, or any family functions. I'm already becoming very protective of you so I don't want to get in a cat fight with your mom.” She teased him to slightly lighten the mood.

“You can't help your family situation-- it isn't a deal breaker.” She assured him, looking him in the eye. “Like I said, it'll take a lot more than a tough family life to scare me away.” She smiled at him sweetly, she tightened her legs around his waist to hold him even closer, her back tight against the pool wall. “You are a really great guy. And I want you.” Her voice was very soft. “Whatever it takes or whatever it means.” Rachel shook her head, feeling the heat in her stomach warm her entire body. Their close proximity was a bit overwhelming despite the seriousness of their conversation. She made sure he was looking into her eyes before she repeated her words wrapped in a quiet whisper for only him to hear.

“I want you, Hunt.”

Hunter Clarington:

Hunter listened as Rachel spoke, clinging to every word. He chuckled softly when she teased him about getting into a catfight with his mom. Although he was sure the encounter would be much uglier than Rachel was making it out to be, it still made him laugh and he was once again reminded of the way that Rachel always seemed to make him feel-- happy. “I like that you don't scare easy,” he told her, breathing her in.

With the two of them pressed against the wall, Hunter listened carefully as Rachel dropped her voice and spoke in a whisper. The words echoed in his ears first before the girl repeated herself. I want you. His ears were ringing and he almost became dizzy from the arousal alone. He brought his hand up to cup the side of her face and pressed her against the wall as he kissed her with a good amount of force. Rachel was just too irresistible. “I want you-- God, I want you so fucking bad, Rach.” He told her after he broke their kiss. He could feel his insides swirling and bundling up into something unexplainable-- something that went beyond his primal, sexual desire for Rachel.

He pursed his lips before he offered her his invitation, “Do you wanna get outta here? Come back to my room?”

Rachel Berry:

Rachel's insides sparked when Hunter kissed her so hard, thankful that she was being held up between the wall and Hunter or else she might've sunk to the bottom of the pool. She was drowning in Hunter and she liked it. She welcomed it. The way he cursed and said her name was enough to draw a soft noise from her, arousing her further.

Her brown eyes fluttered open when their kiss came to an end and with a wrinkle settled in her forehead, all Rachel did was nod. She didn't even recognize herself as she told him yes-- he did things to her that were unexplainable and she couldn't easily resist. He made her question everything- about everything and herself.

She kissed him needily once before pushing him off her gently so they could exit the pool. She grabbed a towel from a nearby shelf that held clean towels for the swim team, wrapping herself in it and grabbing her clothes and shoes before taking Hunter’s hand and letting him lead her to his room. She knew at any moment if she decided she wasn't comfortable, she could tell him no and he would absolutely back off and they would be okay.

That fact made her want him that much more.

Hunter Clarington:

As soon as Rachel gave him the green light, Hunter got out of the pool as quickly as possible. He made sure he was holding onto her hand tightly as they made their way to the dorms. It was very late and no one else was roaming the halls at this hour. Even with a towel wrapped around him, he was dripping wet and tracked it all the way back to his room but he didn't care. The walk back to his room felt infinitely too long and his heart was pounding in his chest the entire way there.

This was it. This was happening.

He pulled her into his room and was thankful that his roommate had agreed to spend the night at his friend’s. Hunter and Rachel had the room all to themselves. As soon as they were inside, Hunter closed and locked the door. He all but pounced on Rachel, grabby hands pulling the towel off if her and he pulled her into a hungry kiss as they staggered toward the bed. Hunter fell onto the bed first, pulling Rachel on top of him. They were both still wet from being in the pool but Hunter didn't care right now. He kissed her eagerly and he groped her, a hand squeezing her perky ass.

Rachel Berry:

Rachel couldn't help but giggle, covering her mouth as they attempted to quietly make their way to his room. She didn't care that they were leaving a trail either, she didn't care about anything in that moment. All she cared about was her pounding heart and her desire for Hunter building the closer they got to the other’s dorm.

She giggled again when Hunter eagerly kissed her and threw her towel away-- he wanted her. He wanted her. She had never felt so beautiful or sexy or wanted, ever. Rachel loved the way Hunter made her feel and she couldn't get enough, she was addicted to his kiss, his touch. She wanted more.

Letting Hunter pull her down to the bed, she moved to straddle him, placing her hands on his chest and kissing him with purpose- hot and heavy. When she felt his hand on her butt she squeaked softly before humming against his lips. She loved how he touched her-- even when he grabbed her ass it was still almost gentle in a way. Biting his lip, she let her hips roll down ever so slightly to feel some friction, growing more needy and aroused by the minute.

Hunter Clarington:

Hunter hummed against her lips and as Rachel rolled her hips down, he pushed his hips up to meet her movements. He let out a quiet groan at the pressure then, his cock growing hard, very quickly. He let his hands explore Rachel's body as he kissed her again and again, his fingers expertly undoing the latch of her bra. He pulled it off of her and pulled back from their heated kisses to look up at her. With the dimmed lights in the room, she looked absolutely gorgeous and Hunter felt his arousal peak. With a gentle hand, he reached out and touched her, his thumb grazing over an erect nipple. “You're so hot, Rach,” he whispered to her, watching her reaction and her facial expression carefully. Hunter was acutely aware that Rachel was a virgin, through and through, and wanted to take his time with her. He wanted this to be something special and especially memorable.

With Rachel straddling him, Hunter had both hands grabbing at her tits, kneading them in a way that he knew she would like. He bit his lip as he watched her, feeling himself getting even harder under her weight.

Rachel Berry:

Rachel sat up when she felt Hunter undoing her bra, letting him take it off, dragging her hands down his chest. She bit her lip as she ran her hand through her brunette hair to flip it to one side, a slight blush on her cheeks. This was new territory for her-- she'd never been naked in front of someone before and it was a big deal. A small gasp fell from her parted lips as Hunter touched her, chills rising on her skin.

Her eyes fell closed as she relished in the feeling of the Warbler’s hands on her, a soft whine crawling from the back of her throat, her panties were no longer wet just from the pool. “Mmm.” She hummed, licking her lips as she rolled her hips again. She needed to feel the friction- she ached to be touched. Leaning down again, Rachel captured Hunter’s lips in another heated kiss.

Hunter Clarington:

Hunter moaned into the kiss and even though he already felt like he needed release lest he explode right there on the spot, he had something in mind that he wanted to do with Rachel-- for Rachel. He gently pushed her back and guided her to lie down on the bed. He hovered over her and kissed her passionately, his strong arms holding him up. “I wanna make you feel good,” he murmured into her ear as he kissed down her neck, peppering a trail of kisses down her chest and her stomach as he lowered himself on the bed. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her wet underwear, looking up to her face to see her reaction as he pulled them off. It was intoxicating to watch her every move, every erotic expression. Seeing every little touch affect her in such a big way really turned him on.

With Rachel now completely naked and exposed, Hunter felt he should do the same to at least not leave her feeling so alone. He quickly shucked off his boxer briefs and tossed them to the other side of the room to be forgotten. He coaxed her to spread her legs and bit his lip when he got a look at her virgin pussy. He slipped a finger between her pussy lips and almost gasped at how wet he’d found her. “Fuck, babe…” he whispered, a single digit circling her clitoris. As always, he watched carefully to gauge her reaction. He wanted to take things slow-- for her.

Rachel Berry:

Rachel’s back arched ever so slightly as Hunter whispered to her and kissed down her neck, her entire body burning with a warmth that only came with being with Hunter. She kept her eyes on him as he kissed down her body, leaving trails of fire underneath her skin with every kiss, biting on her lip harder as he tugged at her panties. She let him undress her, complying when he wanted her legs to spread. She spread them easily, more than willing to let Hunter touch her. She was far beyond turning back by then-- the need for Hunter much stronger than any voice the might’ve been in her head any other night.

She could feel her heart pounding hard against her chest and her breath becoming shaky as Hunter touched her, a gasp caught in her throat when he touched her clit, causing her to squirm under him. The pet name rolling off his lips and the sound of his low voice cursing just turned her on more, causing her to become even wetter. She noticed the way Hunter looked at her-- she thought it was sweet of him to keep an eye on her, making sure she was okay. Nodding her head once, she licked her lips again. “I’m okay, Hunter, I promise.” She said almost breathlessly as she craved more from him. “Please.” She begged, moving against his finger to coax him into more.

Hunter Clarington:

Hunter knew that he was the only other person to have been granted access to even see Rachel like this, let alone touch her. It was breathtaking to see the girl so willing to give him her everything in this moment.

When she gave him the go-ahead, something changed in the man’s expression as he slipped his index finger deep into her velvety wetness. She was so hot-- figuratively and literally-- and Hunter could feel his cock throbbing, wishing it could take his finger’s place. He experimented by rotating his finger inside of her at first, loving the way she squirmed because of his touch. She was so wet and it made the slide all the more easier. When she ground her hips down to intensify the feeling, Hunter added another finger and pushed in even deeper. He crooked his fingers inside of her, waiting for any indication from Rachel that he’d found her G-spot.

Rachel Berry:

With one of Hunter’s fingers inside of her, Rachel whimpered softly, the feeling was new and she liked it and needed more-- but when he pushed a second digit into her she whined, sultry and low as she moved against his motions. It felt so good. “Hunter,” she whimpered softly before she felt the taller crook his fingers and she gasped loudly.

As Hunter hit that sweet spot she gripped the bedding below and spread her legs a bit more, her back arching deeper as she squirmed. “Oh, Hunt.” She full-on moaned the nickname the other claimed to not like as she moved down against him to feel that feeling again. She needed more, more, more. “Harder.”

Hunter Clarington:

When Rachel squeaked and moaned out to him, a devious smile made its way onto Hunter’s lips. He repeated the same motion again and again, following Rachel's instructions to do it harder. With his free hand he groped at her tit again, massaging and kneading it to add to her pleasure. He loved the way that Rachel's tits seemed to fit perfectly in his hand-- like they were made for specifically him to touch and do as he pleased.

He continued to press little imaginary circles against that coveted sweet spot, urging for her to climax. “C'mon, babe, want you to come for me,” he coaxed, looking down at her and looking her in the eye. “Come for me, Rach.”

Rachel Berry:

Rachel's brown eyes fell to meet Hunter’s as he fingered her harder, her breath heavy as she moved her body against him, the muscles in her abs contracting with every movement, her skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat as she got closer to the edge.

She obviously knew what an orgasm felt like- she'd taken care of herself many times. Most times lately with Hunter in mind. But she hadn't felt one rush at her so fast before-- it was almost as if Hunter was too good. Her insides twisted when he coaxed her to come for him, her name coming out of his mouth was enough to push her over the edge and her body shook. Her eyes screwed shut and her back arched off the bed completely as she whined loudly, clenching around his fingers as her orgasm hit her. Panting Hunter’s name as she ground her hips down, desperately riding her orgasm.

Hunter Clarington:

Hunter was very pleased with himself for making her come so strongly from just his fingers alone. His fingers coated with a slick wetness, he pulled them out of her once she'd come down from her orgasm. He sucked the juices off of each of his digits, relishing in the taste as he looked down at her trying to catch her breath. He wasn't done with her yet.

“That's my girl-- coming so well for me,” he praised. His voice was quiet and soft but there was a certain darkness in his tone-- possessive and powerful. He grinned at her as he licked his lips, running his hands up and down her naked thighs before spreading them as wide as he could and ducking his head down. He plunged face-first into her open cunt, his tongue flickering the hard little button peeking out under her mound. When he felt her hips jerking and grinding down against him, he only moaned and continued his ministrations.

Rachel Berry:

A shiver ran up Rachel’s spine at the way Hunter spoke to her- she loved it. She loved how he wanted her to feel like she belonged to him- she liked feeling like she belonged to him. So far she wasn't having any regrets about her choices.

She barely had time to catch her breath before Hunter was spreading her legs again and settling himself between them. Biting her lip hard, her body trembled and jerked as he licked her- her body still sensitive from her first orgasm. Gasping quietly as she felt the vibrations from his moan against her, their conversation before flashing through her mind as he talked about eating her out- she figured he'd be good since he'd had experience before but she didn't know he'd be so good.

A slight insecurity that she might not be as good as whatever girl he had been with before popped up in the back of her mind but it was quickly washed away with the wave of pleasure that came with the way Hunter's tongue worked against her, her skin burning from the way his hands felt on her body. Her forehead wrinkled deeply as she ground down against his face, the sensitivity subsiding finally. “Hunter..” All she could manage to say was his name, but she wanted him to know she felt so good.

Hunter Clarington:

Hunter licked and slurped at the abundant wetness; his hands exploring and touching Rachel wherever he could reach. With his large hands on her body, she felt smaller somehow. It was almost like she was this precious, fragile thing that he didn't want to break. But at the same time he wanted nothing more but to break her until she came undone-- a trembling, feverish, mess who couldn't come anymore. He traced the letters of the alphabet against her wet sex, repeating the ones that made her moan over and over again. He spelled out little words, her name, his name-- all with his tongue.

Hearing his name fall from her lips in such a desperate, wanton voice turned him on. He wanted her to keep saying his name over and over again and he didn't care if anyone heard them or not. What probably turned him on the most was that he was the first person to see her and touch her this way. Rachel was a virgin and had never let another soul come anywhere near her like this. He looked up at her to the best of his ability from his position, memorizing exactly how she looked. If going down on her hadn't already made him rock hard, watching her reaction certainly would have. His cock was damn near throbbing and seeking some much needed relief; Rachel was not the only one desperate for more. He hummed once more against her cunt, the vibrations of his tongue and mouth on her pushing her closer to the edge once more.

Rachel Berry:

As Hunter continued to lick her over and over, Rachel moved against his motions to meet them, it all felt so overwhelming. Almost as if it was too much and not enough at the same time. She could already feel her second orgasm rushing towards her at full speed as Hunter was seemingly reciting the alphabet with his tongue against her clit- certain letters making her moan louder and deeper than others.

With her back arching yet again, Rachel reached down to tangle her fingers in Hunter’s hair, tugging on it as she gripped the sheets tightly with her free hand- her toes curling under as her body shook with another orgasm. It was even more intense this time around and her eyes rolled back into her head, her hand pulling at his hair as she came for him again.

Rachel whined Hunter’s name over and over again, throwing Hunt in there a few times as well, her words mixed with a series or loud whimpers and moans-- even a mumbled profanity crawled its way out of her mouth. Had she not been so drunk off of her orgasm and Hunter in general she might've been embarrassed by it- but considering she way lying there under him naked, her body covered in sweat, dripping wet and orgasming in front of him, she was beyond being embarrassed about anything.

Hunter Clarington:

Hunter ate Rachel through her orgasm, gratefully licking up and swallowing down her sweet juices. He pushed himself back up off of the bed, using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth. He climbed his way back up to meet her face-to-face, looking down at her completely debauched expression. “Fuck, Rach; you're too fucking hot.” He lowered himself to kiss her needily, the taste of her lips mixing with her juices and he moaned at how dirty it all was. “I love the way you say my name,” he admitted, squaring his hips with hers before he rolled them down for his hard cock to brush up against her body. He let out a shuddering breath, the mere touch alone enough to send a thrill up his spine.

“Wanna be inside of you-- wanna feel you,” he told her, looking into her eyes. He was bordering on desperate for her after making her come twice already when he hadn't yet. He reached over to his nightstand to procure a condom. He ripped through the wrapper with his teeth and straddling the girl, he slipped it onto his cock with ease. “How do you want me?” He asked, multiple possible positions flashing through his head. He stroked his cock slightly to alleviate some of the pressure that had built up. “I promise to go slow,” he assured her, aware that this was a big step Rachel was taking as a woman. He was eager but not selfishly so. “... wanna make you feel good.”

Rachel Berry:

Rachel clung to Hunter when he came up to kiss her, kissing him back with desperation as she wrapped her arms around him and hummed against his lips. She loved the way he spoke to her, the way he kissed her, the way he touched her. The things she felt-- she knew this wasn't just some random sexual act for him. She knew she meant something to him and she could feel it.

Her brown eyes fluttered open to watch Hunter as he reached for a condom and suddenly things felt real. She was really about to do this- she was going to give Hunter everything. She was breaking her promise to herself that she'd kept for years. And yet, she couldn't find anywhere inside of her that rejected it.

Licking her lips, her breath finally calming into soft but heavier than normal breaths, she looked up at him and took in the sight for the first time. Hunter was gorgeous. His body was near perfect and she noted the freckles sprinkled across his soft skin, making plans to kiss them sometime in the near future. Biting her lip as her eyes trailed down to watch Hunter effortlessly roll the condom onto his erection, Rachel's arousal already began to return. She wasn't finished, either, and she wanted more. Shaking her head as he asked her where she wanted him and promised he'd go slow, she felt warmth in her heart that he cared so much for her. With a small smile on her lips, she leaned up to pull him closer, kissing him slow and hot. Spreading her legs for him once more, her voice was soft and low. “However you want me. Just want you to take me, Hunt.”

Hunter Clarington:

Hunter had kept his eyes on Rachel when he listened to her answer, witnessing the certainty and determination exuding from her entire being. He saw the way she looked at him with such desire that he knew there was no turning back. With a gentle smile, he lowered himself to capture her in one more kiss. “Just like this, then,” he decided, shifting onto the bed. He spread her legs so that his body rested between them, nothing but the thin rubber separating themselves from each other. Pushing back from behind Rachel’s thigh, he spread her as widely as possible as he positioned his cock at her entrance. He was so big and she was so small; for a moment he was worried he wouldn't fit but by God he was willing to try his best.

Holding the base of his cock, the blunt tip rested right at Rachel’s wet, dripping entrance. He hoped that he had prepped her and made her come enough that she could accommodate him. With a firm hand on her leg giving her a little squeeze, he locked eyes with Rachel as an unspoken warning that this was it. He entered her slowly, biting down on his lip as he showed as much restraint as physically possible. As he pushed in, all he could think was tight, tight, tiiiight. He felt Rachel clenching hungrily around him, trying her best to take him in. When he couldn't push in any further, he let out a rough exhale and looked down at her. He let his body drape over hers, holding himself up and hovering over her. It was a simple missionary position but this was Rachel’s first time and they could save the more adventurous positions for another time. Tonight was about taking it slow. “Okay?” he asked, his fingers just barely brushing against her cheek. He really wanted to start moving but he knew he was a lot to take in at once and Rachel was more important to his desire to get off.

Rachel Berry:

Rachel bit down hard on her lip when she felt Hunter’s erection pressing against her entrance. This was it, no turning back now. With her forehead wrinkled, she looked up at Hunter as he began to push into her, the intrusion causing her eyes to close. She was surprised that it didn't really hurt at all, she was thankful for the amount of foreplay Hunter cared to do before they got to this point. He took care of her and that meant everything to her.

Her lips parted and she gasped as she felt him deep inside of her, a whine falling from her mouth. “Oh my god.” When Hunter let himself down on her she immediately clung to him, letting her legs hook on his hips. She clung to him so tightly that her back came up off the bed slightly and she moved down to attempt to take him deeper, wanting more. It felt so good to be filled with Hunter. She felt so connected to him and once again she felt completely overwhelmed with the things she was feeling mentally, emotionally and physically.

When Hunter paused to make sure she was okay, Rachel nodded her head, her breath shaking, body trembling. “Y-yes. I'm okay. Feels really good, Hunt.” She whispered against his ears. “So good.”

Hunter Clarington:

Hunter smiled when Rachel ensured that she was doing okay despite her shaky breath or the fact that there was deep wrinkle between her brows. He rubbed his hand up and down her sides affectionately. When Rachel dug her heels into his back, he leaned in and it caused his cock to delve even deeper into her. “I'm gonna move; just tell me if it's too much for you.” Hunter warned and he started moving, slowly. At first he pulled out until only the head of his cock was still buried, then he rolled his hips back down and sunk himself back into her. The action overwhelmed him with pleasure and he shut his eyes as he repeated the motion.

Again. And again. And again.

Soon, Hunter had built up to a steady rhythm, and he could feel his body tensing up. His muscles rippled as he found it more and more difficult to reel himself back in, his fingers digging into Rachel's hips as he bucked into her. Each thrust was harder than the last until the rhythm began to tumble into an erratic mess. He panted out short, heavy breaths and he could feel sweat beading along his brow and his back.

Rachel Berry:

As he pulled out and buried himself deeper inside of her, Rachel clung harder and harder to Hunter, her nails digging into his back as she clenched around him. The amount of pleasure was intensified by the closeness of their bodies, the feeling of their skin touching and not being able to tell where she began and he ended was almost enough for her to orgasm again right then and there.

Placing one of her hands on the back of Hunter’s neck, she pushed their faces together to kiss him desperately, biting on his bottom lip as a deep groan made its way out of the back of her throat. She kept her hand on the Warbler’s neck to keep their foreheads pressed together, sharing each other’s hot breath as they panted harder with every movement. “Hunt, Hunter.” She whined his name for the hundredth time that night. She continued to whine his name, her voice only loud enough for them to hear but the more she repeated his name, the louder she got as she felt her third orgasm of the night threatening to hit.

Hunter Clarington:

Rachel's hands clinging to him and her nails digging into his back left a delicious pain that he would later crave once more. They both moved in tandem with one another that it almost felt like they were melting into each other. He was certain by the end of the night he would be addicted to the way she said his name. He knew he couldn't keep up the charade that he disliked that nickname because when she said it, it drove him wild.

Hunter felt his climax fast approaching and as Rachel pulled him in for a messy, charged kiss, he recognized when his body exceeded the point of no return. “Rach… G-gonna come,” he gasped against her lips as she held them together, his hips now bucking wildly into her. His entire body flexed and with an especially forceful thrust into her, he was coming. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he chanted as he moved erratically, riding out his orgasm and his spend spilled into the condom. He felt like his insides were on fire and every last bit of him was being poured out and into Rachel.

Rachel Berry:

Rachel moved her hips against Hunter’s desperately, as she moaned and whimpered against his mouth, panting harder as he gasped her name. Before she knew it her orgasm hit her so hard she almost blacked out- throwing her head back and moaning about loudly as she came all around him. Her orgasm hitting her harder than the first two. Keeping herself clenched around him as his orgasm hit, wanting him to ride it out in the most pleasurable way possible. Her brown eyes fluttered as she fell back onto the bed, her back arched once more as he pounded into her.

Her body trembled harshly as they began to slow, the pleasure almost being too much for her to handle. As she let herself finally completely rest against the bed she was panting hard, soft whimpers and whines escaping her as she was still high off of the intense orgasm she'd just experienced. “Hunter.” She whined, a wrinkle in her forehead and a chuckle on her lips. “Holy moly.”

Hunter Clarington:

Hunter was relieved when Rachel came with him, his entire body feeling like jelly as he came down from his high. He almost fell limp on top of the girl but he managed to muster up enough upper body strength to slowly lower himself onto her, chest heaving with heavy breaths. He'd become flaccid but was still inside of her, unmoving as he tried to catch his breath. He chuckled at her words; he shared the same sentiment. “Holy moly is right,” he said between pants.

Watching Rachel come multiple times tonight because of him had left him somewhat dazed. After a few moments of them holding each other, Hunter slowly and gingerly slipped out of Rachel. He hissed at the touch, now too sensitive for anything as he pulled the used condom off and carefully tied it off before slinging it into the nearby wastebasket. He fell back down on the bed but not before grabbing his blankets and covered the two of them. He laid down next to Rachel and turned to face her, kissing her even though they were both still feeling the effects of their orgasms. He hummed contentedly into her mouth, his whole body thrumming with happiness.

Rachel Berry:

Rachel didn't hesitate to cuddle close to Hunter when he covered them up, feeling particularly clingy after having had such an incredible sexual experience. She kissed him back slowly and lovingly, her hand on his side- pulling him as close as possible. She felt so much in that moment for the guy in front of her that it would've probably scared her if she wasn't in such a daze from said feelings and the orgasms.

She kissed Hunter again, slower, with more feeling before she finally broke it to look up at him, placing her hands on his chest. Rachel couldn't stop a big grin from spreading across her face, glancing down briefly and chuckling again. “Hunter, that was-” She shook her head, almost at a loss for words. “More perfect that I could've dreamed.

Hunter Clarington:

Rachel’s slow kisses and toothy grin made Hunter smile up at her despite his tiredness. He chuckled lowly and gave her a smug look, his ego properly inflated. “I'm glad you liked it so much. I'll gladly do it again for you-- anytime you want it.” He waggled his eyebrows at her then, running his hand up and down her naked back. “We could even do it in the morning if you really wanted-- I'm great in the morning.” Despite his casual demeanor, Hunter looked at Rachel and touched her with care and comfort. He meant every last word.

They were still naked together and Hunter didn't mind at all. In fact, he was glad to see that even after everything, Rachel hadn't shied away or regretted anything that happened. He really wanted to keep seeing Rachel and being with her like this. He felt like he could definitely get used to having her naked in his bed. Or maybe even him being naked in her bed.

He looked up at her and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. He couldn't wipe that stupid grin off of his face when he saw how happy she was. How happy that he made her.

Rachel Berry:

Rachel chuckled softly as Hunter suggested that they could have a replay in the morning. Raising her eyebrows, she let her thumb caress his chest slowly, brushing over one his freckles, smiling softly. “I think I need a break- but I'll let you know in the morning.” She said with another soft chuckle, wincing softly as she moved to tangle her naked legs with his, a dull pain in her pelvic area.

As Hunter looked at her with his own dumb grin, it made her giggle softly, looking down bashfully with a blush on her cheeks. She loved the way he looked at her, no one had ever looked at her that way before. Not even Finn.

“You really like me, don't you?” She asked softly, her eyes meeting his.

Hunter Clarington:

Hunter laughed softly again when Rachel insisted she might need a break. It was understandable considering this was her first time ever and it certainly must've hurt. He just hoped that the pleasure outlasted whatever pain she may have sustained. When she tangled their legs together, Hunter wrapped an arm around Rachel's slender figure and pulled her closer still.

He gazed into her eyes with a gentle stare and when asked that question, he smiled bashfully. No one else was there in the room except the two of them. There was nothing for him to hide for any reason whatsoever.

“Yeah, I do. I like you a lot.”

Rachel Berry:

Her smile widened when Hunter confirmed that he did, in fact, like her- not only that, but he liked her a lot. Those words caused the butterflies to dust off the ashes from her earlier fiery arousal and flutter around in her stomach. If she were being honest with everyone in the room she would admit that she was falling for Hunter and falling hard.

But she wasn't stupid and she knew better than to tell him that. So she just smiled sweetly at him before kissing him just as sweet, whispering against his lips, “That makes me happy.”

Hunter Clarington:

It was obvious to Hunter that his words made Rachel very happy. He liked making her happy. It was nice to feel wanted and to be trusted in such an intimate way. Smiling into the kiss, he held her close and let out another contented breath of air.

“You make me happy,” he whispered back to her, pressing another soft kiss to her lips. He liked being honest and open; it made everything seem so simple and easy.

Rachel Berry:

“Oof,” She breathed when Hunter said those words, her heart skipping a beat, giggling softly. Her face felt so warm and she was certain he blush on her cheeks was permanent by now. She melted into his embrace as he held her closer, their bodies still warm from all of their activity.

Rachel managed to snuggle even closer to her guy as she hugged against him, nuzzling her face into his neck to breathe him in-- his scent was her new favorite. “Hunter, what are you doing to me?” She repeated her word from earlier in the night, shaking her head. “You’re too sweet-- too good to me.” Rachel pressed her lips against the crook of his neck, sighing happily. “No guy has ever treated me so well-- my ex-boyfriend forgot many times that I was a vegetarian.” Memories of when she dated Finn flashed through her mind and she shook her head, leaning her elbow onto the bed, resting her head against her hand. “When he would take me out or make me dinner it would always be meat-- every time I reminded him and every time he’d be like ‘oh, that’s right, you’re kind of a vegetarian aren't you? Oh well, this it’s already dead, why not eat it?’ It would make me so mad and I would feel so alone and just-- not heard.” She said, looking at him, smiling a little. “But not you, I mentioned it half-a-time and you remembered and cared enough to take me to an all-vegetarian diner. You take care of me. I don’t...really know how to react to that.” Rachel said honestly as she shrugged her shoulder. “You really make me feel special.”

Hunter Clarington:

Hunter mirrored Rachel when she laughed, also grinning ear-to-ear and chuckling with her. He had been aware of the effect he’d had on the girl since the first time they’d gone out-- maybe even before then at the Halloween party or even when they first met face-to-face in the McKinley High School auditorium. It was always nice to be paid compliments and he feigned modesty when Rachel called him sweet. As the girl opened up about her ex-boyfriend not remembering the fact that she was a vegetarian, he scrunched his brows together and gave her a look of disbelief. He didn’t understand how someone who was dating her could just completely forget that fact. For Hunter, it was an opportunity to show the girl that he was superior to her ex in as many ways possible.

“You are special,” he told her, placing his hand over hers. He took ahold of her hand and laced their fingers together as he looked into her eyes. “And I think a girl as special as yourself deserves to be treated in the best way possible-- like the queen that you are.” He brought her hand up to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of her hand. He shrugged then, the next words he thought to say making him a little flustered even before saying them, “I like taking care of you.”

Rachel Berry:

Rachel’s heart almost completely stopped when Hunter kissed her hand, she felt dizzy from the way he was making her feel. For the hundredth time that night she was completely overwhelmed. She had no more words for them that would be deemed acceptable for a second date. She was falling in love with Hunter already and she knew it was fast even for her-- she wouldn’t tell a soul.

“I like that you think I’m special.” She whispered, cuddling closer and letting herself nuzzling into the crook of his neck again, her brown eyes becoming heavy with sleep as her body was finally completely relaxed. She tightened her legs around Hunter’s as a yawn slipped from her lips. “I think you’re special, too.” Rachel’s voice was soft as she spoke to him. “You’re a really good man.” Pressing a kiss to the other’s neck, she settled in that spot comfortably, she was absolutely spent-- so much so that she couldn’t be bothered to care that she would most likely feel insecure about being naked in the morning. In that moment she just felt too comfortable all cuddled up with Hunter, skin on skin, to care.

Hunter Clarington:

Hunter listened as Rachel spoke to him, every word keeping him warm down to the core of his entire being. He held onto her and looked down at her tired face, smiling to himself when she closed her eyes. It meant a lot to him that she thought he was a good person in spite of how their relationship started and all of the rumors and gossip that had been spoken about him. He was well-aware that some of Rachel’s friends didn’t exactly approve of him. He wholly appreciated that she took the time and the effort to look beyond that and make her own decisions when it came to him.

Watching as Rachel slowly drifted off to sleep, Hunter pressed a gentle kiss to the top of the girl’s head. He loved that she fit so perfectly lying all cuddled up next to him and he felt absolutely comfortable and at ease. He found himself yawning as well and he shut his eyes. The last thing he remembered thinking before he fell asleep was that he, too, might just be falling for Rachel as well.

#Rachel Berry #hunter claringon #Berrington #Huntchel #Glee rp #para #paras #Para: Hunter #Hunter

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The New Rules

I just re-read the chapter topics of the book The Rules before writing this to see if there was crossover and dammit, there is. I remember reading that book about 20 years ago thinking it sounded crazy. How dare I make a man work so hard? How could I expect so much of someone? Welp, lesson learned. I never expected much of any man and here we are. I am tucking my tail between my legs and reverting back to the original rules as words to live by, but here are mine with a twist.

#1: Be the Badass Chick Your Friends Know You Are

We all have our doubts and insecurities. When approaching dating you MUST go into it thinking you are a swan. THE swan. And you must present yourself that way in your online dating profile. Put your best self forward. It's like a cracked out version of your Facebook or Instagram profile but geared toward what men want. And what they want is a girl who is approachable, attractive, has hobbies, travels, doesn't pose with duck face or Snapchat filters and isn't obsessed with selfies. Be the cool chick without trying too hard. Challenging? Yes. Doable? Absolutely.

I recently helped my friend and my mom with their online profiles and it was a full rehaul. They were both approaching their profiles as what they'd want to see. In another woman! But they don't want to date other women so I had to reframe it for them as how to best present themselves to men.

"No drinking, no smoking, no drugs, Liberal, I want to meet someone who is spiritual and self evolved and likes hiking and traveling to moonlit beaches hand in hand" - not the actual profile but basically how I would have read it as a man. No, no, no. This is uptight. You need to come off as approachable. So many No's make a man cringe and run. Let him find out on his own when you meet him what your preferences are. But don't also rule out amazing men who might be willing to compromise before learning what those things are.

Post pictures where you're wearing makeup and look genuinely happy, and are in a cool country you loved exploring on your own, or on top of a mountain you just climbed, sweaty but sexy. Show you but show your best you. And if you don't have enough photos like that make your best friend climb a goddamn mountain with you and take those photos of you. And then filter them tastefully so you look like a glowing, yet realistic goddess.

#2: Be Fun and Happy but Don't Give Too Much Yet

Men like to chase. That is their physiology and we must let them do it. Once I gave into this reality, holy shit, did I get chased. And I felt sexier than ever. You want me? Come and get it. You don't want to try? You were way too weak for me and I'd learn that when it was too late.

I have chased men my entire life. I've tried to prove that I am worthy of their love and time and yes, this totally stems from my childhood which I am fully aware of and have gone for years of therapy/reiki/energy healing/crystal praying/meditation/you get the point.

Once I gave in to the idea of "you don't want this? Ok, boy bye" that's when the men came out of their caves to seek me out. I know this sounds like the beginning of a damn romance novel but no good story started with "and then I chased him for years and finally he relented and now he resents me but we make it work". It never works. Men want to hunt.

So when you are interacting with men online or in real life, be cute and funny and endearing in those early interactions. Give just enough so they come back for more. And then stop. Let them want to know more and let them ask you out. It works every damn time and weeds out the weaklings instantly.

#3: Never Pay on the First Three Dates

I never pay for the first 3 dates. I play a little game in there as a test. And yes, we must test men sometimes.

If a man asks you out, he has asked you as his date to go out with him and that is his treat. I used to offer to split the bill on first dates but never do now. I don't even look when the bill comes and they don't flinch. They automatically pull out their card or often try to sneak paying for it without me noticing. Give it notice and everyone gets uncomfortable, including the waiter.

On the second date I will pretend to reach for my card. Every time since I've done this almost every man has shooed me away, saying it is his treat. BUT here's the trick. IF he follows that up with saying you can get the next one, be wary. For me, I am instantly on high alert. At this point we have maybe kissed but most likely not. If you haven't kissed me yet and want to continue to date me and can assume I am dating other men, you better step up and pay for dates until you realize you want to lock me down. Sorry ladies, I know that sounds ballsy but BE THAT BADASS CHICK and KNOW YOUR WORTH. Yes, you can afford you own damn meal but he asked you out again, you're beautiful and he should assume he is not the only one vying for your attention and if he wants to get anywhere near a 3rd date or your vagina, he’d better pick up that tab without flinching.

You can kiss him on that date if you're feeling it (and sometimes I do because I am a female with needs), but if he has put it in my mind that I am maybe picking up date 3, I have likely already put him in the friend zone (aka I'll never see him again).

If and when Date #3 comes around and so does the check you can in earnest pull out your card and offer to split. Again, if he takes me up on it I'm honestly usually turned off. I will, however, pay for our drinks if we go to a bar after. That is fair and shows that you aren't a princess, but that you also have standards and expectations.

The other day my friend said "You want me to pay and you're putting your penis in my vagina? Gross. Get out of here." And it's true.

I get that it must be CRAZY expensive if you're a guy dating constantly and having to pick up the tab. But if you can't afford it, don't get out there. It's part of the process and maybe only go for coffee dates, dude. Get all hyped up on that caffeine but keep me out of it.

#4: Create Date #1, 2 and 3 Uniforms

This has saved me from hours of questioning what to wear. Instead, I have a uniform for my first 3 dates, much like 6th through 8th grade when I was the non-Catholic Catholic school girl.

Date #1 is a black criss-cross low cut tight, yet classy top, tight dark jeans (I finally got a semi-butt from going to Barre class 4 days/week, thank GOD), brown suede boots and a fuzzy short jacket that every guy says is adorable but in a sexy way. I straighten my hair and keep my makeup fairly simple but a smokier eye with a neutral lip. It has gotten me date #2 every single time. Keep in mind it's winter, so this level of coverage is appropriate.

I have that outfit ready and pressed every day so that I don't have to think twice about what to wear on a first date. It also sort of mentally helps me track which date I was on with whom when I have to retrace my steps with each of them.

Date #2 is a lacy camisole, black leather jacket and tight black jeans with sexy but cute heels (aka no hooker heels). I add some waves to my hair and maybe a darker lip. I receive compliments every time.

Date #3 is a dress. Let him see your legs. Guys like legs. And butts. And boobs. But let him see your legs. It makes you look playful and flirty. Shave said legs. They'll be grabbing them all throughout the date.

#5: Let Him Text You

I used to text and thank guys after dates. No more. Let him thank you and tell you how much fun he had. Sometimes it happens later than night or the next day. And if he never reaches out again, NEXT. You probably weren't that into him anyway and if you thought you were, revert back to Rule #2. Don't chase.

#6: Give Him a 4pm Cut Off Time

If a man has made a plan to take me out a few days in advance, I give him until 4pm the day of that date to send me the details of where we are meeting and when. If you don't hear from him by 4pm the day of the date, move on. Ideal timeframes are the day before up until 1pm the day of. You are not expected to be at his beck and call and if you let him think that you are then it's setting a precedent for the rest of a potential relationship. You are not here to bend over backwards for him to get his shit together and prioritize you. You have things to do. And even if you don't, make him think that you do. Even if that's just bingeing what I call my bitch shows (Real Housewives, Bachelor, Vanderpump Rules, etc). No shame in my bitch show watching game.

I recently had a guy begging to take me out for a week. When I finally gave him my Monday slot, he fucked up. On Monday at 5:30pm he texted asking if I was around. I responded at 7pm saying he should have texted sooner and maybe we could reschedule. He was profusely apologetic and acknowledged his complete lapse. I was nice enough about it so he felt even worse. Since my dance card is now full at least a week out, he has been scrambling to reschedule and I just don't have the time.

They snooze, they lose. And that drives a man completely bonkers.

#7: Go With Your Gut

At the end of the day, go with your gut. How does he make you feel? Are you excited? Does he make you want to get to know him better? Does he make you feel needy (run!)? Does he make you feel special (you are!)? Does he open the door for you (he should!)? Does he knock on your door when he picks you up or does he wait in the car and text "Here!" (dealbreaker for me, personally)? Is he a good kisser (has to be)? Does he tell you you're beautiful (you're the prettiest in all the land!)? Does he tell you he wants to see you again?

LISTEN TO ALL OF THESE THINGS and what is going on in your heart. Sometimes when you're on a date and in the moment it's hard to know how you really feel and it's ok to go home and decipher those feelings first. You don't have to figure it all out then.

I often have to go home after a date and decompress and think how I feel about this person and if I want to see them again. I get on overload between having to be "on" yet authentic yet a good listener and a good storyteller, flirty and sweet combined with confident and sexy. I'm basically living multiple personalities in a 2 hour span. It's just a lot all at once.

Sometimes it's more obvious and I can't want to see them again. But I also wait for them to say that first. Again, let them hunt.

Patty Stanger from Millionaire Matchmaker once said something like "YOU are the prize. Never forget that. And if he doesn't get that, move on and find the one who does". I couldn't agree more.

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aishiteruitsumo6 · 7 years

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QUARTET NIGHT LIVE Evolution 2017 - 2017/02/12 - REPORT Part ②

*Do NOT Repost*

Read Part ① here

I FORGOT TO MENTION! They had intro music for ONLY ONE and it was really kakkoi!

And also about Shoutan's hair! You can barely see in photos, but one side of his hair was partly braided, one braid had green infused in it!

So, I know I scared a few of you by saying how I noticed Shoutan was off with part ① of my report. I never seen anyone else mention about it at all, so I really wondered if it was only me who noticed? So I asked my Japanese Shoutan friend, who, if there was anyone, would notice for sure. And she said she did notice he was off too. She said it could also be the technical difficulties they had which may have bothered Shoutan. I'm glad I wasn't the only one who noticed, I knew I wasn't imagining things!

Winter Blossom

There was a piano on stage and a silhouette next to it. IS THAT SHOUTAN?!?? ITS HIM!!

He sat down, both me and Yukina screamed and were about to cry He started playing!! 😭😭😭😭 Shoutan!Hehatesplayinginstrumentslive!Thefirstthemheplayedhediditforthefanssecondtimeheplayedabitduringanisama2015!!!!Hesplayingagainnnnn!!!!😭😭😭😭 A bit before his line starts in the song, He stopped playing.

He picked up a mic that was sitting on top of the piano with his left hand. We all kinda laughed

He got up, walked forward and paused. Fans:??

Shoutan: Ne? (Hey?)

Waratte. (Smile)

And he smiled beautifully Me and Yukina started to get emotional again (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

♪Boku wa kimi no naka … Ikitsuzuketeyuku… Ai wo … Shoutan: Arigatou ( He spoke out arigatou) (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

*At the end of the song* Shoutan: Mata ne~

Aurora

Maeno had the cane. He walked to the left side and got on the platform, he got raised up.

Then, HE PULLED OUT THE 3RD STAGE RING AND PUT IT ON!!!!! He got lowered down, walked to the middle of the stage, AND PULLED OUT THE 5TH STAGE RING AND ALSO PUT THAT ONE AND YOU GUESSED IT, HE PULLED OUT 4TH RING AFTER AND WORE THAT TOO (Yes, it was in that order)

He's so... Maeno. 😂

Starlight Memory

They sang and danced with mic stands and they were so kakkoi!! Shoutan stood on the right side. They made hearts with their hands If I remember correctly, Shoutan seemed fine from this song onwards.

Video

The Dice Are Cast instrumental ver was played in the background. Footages of QN during 5th Stage, 4th Stage Making of pamphlet shoot and op movie They caught Maeno practicing his dance steps XD Tatsun and Maeno posing with the cakes, celebrating God's S.T.A.R getting number 1 Shoutan and Morikubo with the cakes too.

The first song that starts was something I didn't recognise at all??? The doors opens up and we see something huge with the live logo on it. IT'S DJ MORIKUBO WITH A DJ SET OMFG LMAOO He changed clothes and his outfit looked fitting at a DJ with sunglasses, leather jacket He also had a inbuilt maracas mic!! 😂 He introduced each of the dancers as the DJ

Hurray x2 Dreamer

Morikubo performed this song with a towel The fan chants to the song was amazing!

Double Face

The first thing I noticed is that Maeno wore the bangle light!! XD There was 2 dancers who wore a masquerade mask, one was dressed in white, the other in black, they were on either side of Maeno This performance was amazing. Maeno performed while changing from butler Camus to Count Camus Everyone freaked out every time he changed to Count Camus

NO. 1

During the end part of the second chorus: “aijou kanjou shinjou joushou koujou ZENBU nose de shirane KAIKAN kanjitē daro Baby?” they showed a video of Ranran saying the words to the song and the lyrics plastered on top of each other, one after another (it was graffiti-like) It looked so badass The venue and the cinema was really heated up with the fan chants.

Mune No Koudou

Seeing how everyone changed to a more rock like outfit, I had a lot of expectations with Shoutan's outfit. As soon as he appeared I was so star strucked (*_____*)

He looked so kakkoi and beautiful AND it's Mune No Koudou (my fav song along with Futari No Monogram) FINALLY I can hear him sing it!!!!!!! I never expected it at all, but he danced to the song!! The dance was kakkoi and sassy at the same time lol It suits Ai-chan! Throughout the whole performance I sat up watching him in awe He was definitely fine during this.

WILD SOUL

The choreography was just like 4th Stage, except you can see the huge difference from then and now. Tatsun was so much more confident this time round.

A.I

Shoutan: Ne let's walk together *pretends to hold someone's hand walking He looked extremely teretere!! (Shy) looking away and things Ahhh!! He puffed up his cheeks as well OTLOTLOTL

Kiss Wa Wink De

Morikubo sang with maracas mic and held another maracas in his other hand. The dancers had maracas too, everyone shaked them along with the song. All the fans shook along with them using their light sticks.

Zettai Reido Emotion

Something crystal/snowflake like came down and Maeno held it on the top of his palm and then it flew away The effects were so beautiful!! During the instrumental part, he pointed the cane towards us along with the beat, as if he was casting magic on us Confetti fell.

Marriage

While Maeno was still on stage, the door opens just like in 4th Stage and the rest of the members came walking out They were SOOO kakkoi!! They all stood still, posing until it was their line to sing The did the hand circle thing again

God's S.T.A.R

AHHHH!!!! WE ALL WOW WOW'D WITH THEM JUST LIKE SHOUTAN ASK BEFORE!! I'M SO GLAD THAT WE DID THAT IN THE THEATRE TOO!!!!!

Definitely the best song of the night, everyone was fired up from it!

KIZUNA

They were all on the stairs and then walked down a little and they sat down in the same order as QN did in the car in the anime!!!!

Morikubo pretended to drive They played the anime scenes throughout the whole song ❤️

End

Tatsun’s talk Can I say something? I don't want this to end

Morikubo: We always talk about it this!

Tatsun: We've spent a whole week together rehearsing Even after we've finished rehearsals we didn't want to leave! Shoutan: Sou ne, we didn't want to leave! Yeah, after finishing rehearsals and checking we've done enough, we’d end up just staying and talking for another half an hour XD

Morikubo Really, thanks to everyone GOD's S.T.A.R got number 1 on Oricon chart and Gold Disk Award We're able to hold a live and it's thanks to you all and the staff.

Tatsun (This part is most likely really, really out of order, Tatsun's talk was really long Sorry!!) Really, last time in 5th Stage, I've caused such trouble, I wanted to do my best. I've let Ranmaru down, everyone, the staff, Utapri, production... Making everyone worry...

Tatsu: We've practiced and prepared so much just for today. I've started a lot new things because of Utapri, like dancing. I've never tried that before Utapri. Morikubo: you danced the full song! Tatsun: This was my revenge!

Tatsun: If it wasn't for everyone, I wouldn't be standing here, talking big.

Well, I'm all fine now though! *Everyone laughs* But really, I'm sorry for having caused so much trouble and for making everyone worry. I'm really sorry.

I would be happy, if people would love Ranmaru more, and love Quartet Night and Utapri more

Tatsun’s talk made me and Yukina cry so much. He really loves and cares so much about Ranran!! To think that what happened during 5th Stage would affect him THIS much! ><

Shoutan I can't say anything as cool as Mori nii and Tatsu nii I don't know much phrases, it's always the same things. Really, as Mikaze Ai, as a member of Quartet Night, I'll continue to do my best

As Quartet Night, even this time, compared to everyone else I'm still the newbie after all

When reading the script, I'm always watching Ai's back, thinking, how can I catch up to him? I must catch up to him. I feel like, even just a little, I've finally caught up a bit with Quartet Night and Ai.

Thanks to the staff, production, thanks to the staff... Ahh, I said it twice... >< *face palms* Morikubo: Maa ne, there's a lot of them Shoutan: Thanks to everyone.. Ahhhh >< *Me: Ganbare!* Shoutan: I couldn't say it well at the end...

To be given the role as Ai, for Utapri to become so loved, and for Ai to become a character who is loved. I'm extremely grateful.

Thank you for Ai-chan’s existance and for giving Ai-chan a voice Shoutan 😭

Maeno Really, apart from being a Seiyuu I don't do anything else at all, so there was pressure on that part. At first I thought, is it really ok to be Camus?

I'm really glad to be a part of Quartet Night. Really, I believe it if wasn't for Starish we wouldn't be here, they were the ones who started everything *Everyone agrees

Morikubo To tatsun* I love your voice! This guy! He’s the most heated up out of all of us!

Shoutan is the most idol like! We were worrying thinking, how can we be more idol-like? We've relied on him many times with that, like how to dance etc *Everyone agreeing Shoutan shaking his head: no, no, no, no, no I'm not Morikubo: You've really helped us a lot!!

Maeno, you work the hardest out of all of us! You're always rehearsing and practicing your steps Even after we're all done you'd still be going over steps by yourself *Morikubo demonstrates pretending to practice steps XD

Tatsun: Morikubo-san... seems really, like he really likes us lol Morikubo: Minna daisuki I'm glad we're Quartet Night!

This isn't the end, we've got our next stage, with Starish and Heavens

Starish is actually here watching this! Fans: OMGGGGGG?!?? Maeno: Ehh, is it ok to mention it??

They said a line from the lyrics to Evolution eve. “Kotoba wa iranai, uta ga areba ii” (If we have our songs, we don’t need any words)

Evolution eve.

After their emotional talks I started tearing up and crying from time to time listening to this song. Also, I always get emotional hearing this song because the episode aired during my very first trip to Japan and it always reminds me of Japan.

They made hearts and did hi5′s again but this time, Morikubu & Tatsun, Shoutan & Maeno. They added a break to the song and did the solo dances again!!!!!!

Encore

We started calling encore but changed to calling out "Quartet Night" pretty soon afterwards. Me and Yukina chanted too Not everyone in the theatre chanted which was understandable

Poison Kiss

They came out wearing, not the black tshirts but white vers?!

The structure of their performance was pretty much the same as previous ones. The dance!

Talk

Tatsun: Thanks for the encore!

Morikubo: ...Ahh, I don't want to end this, lets just stay here! Morikubo begins to lie on the stairs XD

Shoutan: Why is it only one day anyway?

Morikubo: The stage is so big yet, why is everyone so close to me, what's up??? *everyone gets even closer to him 😂 Morikubo: Close, close, close, close, close!! Maeno: We all get along~ Morikubo: Ahhh! We really don't want to end! One more song Tatsun: honestly, I really like this song Morikubo: I like this song too, everyone please sing with us by all means! Live Viewing, please also sing with us!

You're my life

They extended the last part and got us all to sing the Lalalala part a few times

Last greeting

Tatsun was so emotional Shoutan too

They thanked us all without using mics and bowed to us, Shoutan was the first to lift his head

Nooo, don't end! Don't go! >< You can tell they felt the same. They looked at each other with a *we need to go now* look

They walked to the door and turned back facing us From left to right: Maeno, Shoutan, Morikubo and Tatsun They all cried at the end Shoutan was trying so hard, he was all teary eyed, but once he turned to Maeno tears started to fall and wouldn’t stop. Maeno also teared up, Tatsun too

End video

Ai-chan: It was really a fun live, it's thanks to everyone, we'll surely meet again. Camus: You've done well following us up till now, this is certainly not the end. Reiji: it's just like Camus said, it's not the end, thanks to everyone we had this live, Ranran: Because of everyone, this live became possible. Let's meet again at the next live.

I can't remember what song it was anymore, but the camera caught a wink from Shoutan EXTREMELY briefly!!!!!

They mentioned us live viewers A LOT which made us all feel so included! But since they never knew which camera was on them, they always looked and pointed at the wrong direction 😂 It was really cute though

Although this is posted really late, I realised it's actually pretty good timing after posting the translation to Shoutan's 6th Stage blog. He talked about the love they felt at this live, and really, the love was unreal, I've never felt it this much at an event before. You can really feels the fans' love and the Seiyuus' love, they were equally as strong! Obviously I am a huge QN fan, so I am biased, but I felt it more here than in 5th and 6th Stage Because it was purely QN and their own fans. Even though I was in a cinema and not at the actual venue with them, I can say for sure the feeling was all equal. I can still remember the pure satisfaction and happiness I felt after watching this Live. Words can’t really explain it, but it was amazing!

And this was the thing that made this live more amazing than others, of course they were restricted to what they can do because of the venue (I.e. No flying, no driving on the stage lol etc) but even without all the fancy performances, this live was better.

Of course, if QN isn't your number one group then you most likely won't feel what I felt when you come to watch the DVD.

Wait! Maybe I'm not biased! QN Live was better than Shoutan's Prism Live ButnothingwilleverbeatShoutan’sBudokanLive!!!!!!!!!!!!

Let me say this one more time.

I LOVE QUARTET NIGHT!!!!!!!!! 💚❤️💜💙

Here are pics of the goods I bought since I’ve never posted them before

I finally wore my cardigan for the first time at 6th Stage!

ONE LAST THING!

I want to thank everyone and specific people for the response to this post

I’ve actually already written about 90% of this report shortly after the live, but only just wrote the remaining 10% prior to posting this.

@akashiakaashi

Thank you so much! I’ve honestly never thought about it that way before! I always thought, “people have read other’s reports, they know what happens, so they probably won’t care to read mines anymore...” Your comment gave me a real motivation boost!

@shiritsuskorone Thank you! I’m really glad that’s how you see me and that my posts are useful! Thanks for always reading and reacting to my posts! ✨

I also want to say that I used to read everyone’s comments and tags (every single one of them), but I haven’t had much of a chance to do that recently due to life. I didn’t even look any other posts or anything, I only came onto Tumblr to post whatever I needed to and just go. I started to read responses just recently again though.

Anyway, I hope people will wait and look forward to my 6th Stage report!

#Seiyuu #Aoi Shouta #Shoutan #Suzuki Tatsuhisa #Maeno Tomoaki #Shoutaro Morikubo #QUARTET NIGHT LIVE Evolution #Quartet Night #My report #2017/03/12 - Best day of 2017 <3 Kizuna #Utapri

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