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[supermodelclarington]

Undercover. day one.

                                 Hunter was just finishing adjusting his outfit when he felt the eyes on him. It was a sensation he’d always been more or less accustomed to, but much more so since becoming a model. He finished up and got to his feet, shaking his shoulders so his jacket would fall on more naturally. His hair had already been done by the studio’s hairstylist, and they had been ordered to have no make up on, still, he ran his fingertips lightly on the side of it, before turning around. “May I help you?” He asked, with heavy sarcasm on his tongue. Not that he didn’t enjoy ego boosting, but for a while now, since his name had kind of exploded worldwide he found himself getting more annoyed than pleased.

Despite that, he still took a discrete second take when he finally laid eyes on who had been spying on him. Cute, not that he showed it, keeping his expression schooled. “If you are looking for directions, you’d be better off walking back out the door, newbie, the walk will start in five minutes. Perhaps you should invest in time management for your next selection.” He quirked an eyebrow.

[fuckermannoahh]

Apologize

Puck wasn’t exactly sure how other people handled their exes coming back into their life again, but however they did it, he was 100% sure it wasn’t how he was doing it. It’d been years since he last saw Rachel, and in that time, had played out a million and one different scenarios about seeing her again. None of them had come anywhere close to what actually happened. As if his son being an asshole in class wasn’t bad enough, the teacher that called the meeting? None other than Rachel. Imagine his surprise. Shit. Imagine Rachel’s surprise. Because that son? She had no clue about him. Yeah. So, there was that. Once he’d gotten over the initial shock of seeing Rachel Berry in front of him again, it hit him like a ton of bricks - he was still completely crazy about her. And she looked good. The past couple of years had treated her well. Really well. It took almost everything in him to stop himself from bending her over the desk and fucking her, right then and there, when he saw how good her ass and legs looked. They’d always been some of her finer...assets, but he’d could definitely see the work she’d put in on ‘em over the years. And he definitely appreciated it. Somebody else feeling the same way about her practically made him see red. He was seeing red all over again as soon as they started talking to each other. It was obvious that Rachel was pissed. He didn’t know why, considering she’d broken up with him. She lost the right to have any opinion on what he did a long time ago. Probably around the same time she walked out the door of their apartment and told him they were done. He hadn’t stopped thinking of her since. She was it for him. Apparently, everyone but her knew that.

That was never more clear than when they talked after Jack’s meeting. Puck had been hoping to clear the air, at least about his son, but those hopes got dashed pretty immediately after both of them started talking. He wasn’t gonna lie - he was fucking hurt about what happened. Seeing the girl he’d always thought he was gonna marry, was planning on marrying, walking out their front door wasn’t exactly for the faint of heart. He’d admit it; he drowned most of those sorrows with a lot of booze and a lot of random women. Wasn’t until one of those girls came back to him with a positive pregnancy test that he was forced to slow down. That one really threw him for a loop. But, as it turned out, he was a pretty good dad. He had all the motivation in the world - his own deadbeat one. All he had to do was the exact opposite of what he did. And now, here he was. A single dad with a 5 year old son. With his ex as his teacher. His ex that he’d completely and thoroughly fucked things up with for the second time. He’d been expecting some hurt feelings between the two of them, but what really threw him for a loop was the anger. He wasn’t ready for that one. Neither was Rachel. Mostly because it was aimed directly at her. Getting told that your ex didn’t care about you and that your relationship was a waste of time kind of did that to a person, he figured. He wished getting pissed at her helped, but he still felt like shit afterwards. He could see her clearly in his head; she was probably making that face that he hated. The face that she always made right before she was about to cry or when her feelings got hurt. It made him feel like shit. There was a point in time when he was the one that helped soothed those feelings over. Now he was the one causing them. Yeah, shit was definitely different now. 

Thing was, he’d always had a soft spot for Rachel. A soft spot about a mile fucking wide. Despite everything that had happened, he still found himself lying awake at night, thinking about her. She didn’t want him, that much was clear, but fuck. He still wanted her. So bad. Nothing about seeing Rachel again was going how he wanted. The only thing that was going how he’d planned it were his feelings for her. Sucked to know they weren’t mutual. Sucked to know that as much as he was thinking about her right now, she was probably sleeping like a baby. He loved her. It was as simple, and as complicated, as that. Right now, it was more complicated than anything else. He should’ve been sleeping, but Rachel was all Puck could think about. How he’d hurt her, how he didn’t get to explain the Jack situation, how much he still loved her. All of it was running through his head. He needed to do something. Make things right. As right as they could be. So he guessed it made sense, then, that he found himself throwing on a pair of joggers and a tank-top, and heading out to his truck. He didn’t have Jack that week, so he was free to come and go as he pleased. He knew where she lived. Perks of being a cop. (Not really. He hounded their mutual friends until they broke and finally told him what her address was.) The streets were largely empty and free of traffic. He almost wished it was the opposite; it’d give him more time to actually form a plan about what he was gonna do when he got there. Kissing her didn’t seem quite right. Fucking her didn’t, either. Which was a bummer, to say the least, considering how much he wanted to do both. Before he knew it, he found himself parking in front of her building. Taking a deep breath, he turned his truck off and made his way up to her unit. He was flying totally blind, but he didn’t care. Being a cop, he knew the implications of someone knocking on the door in the middle of the night, but that didn’t stop him. When he heard rustling on the other side of it, he mumbled “it’s me. Open up. We need to talk.” 

[youthfulclarington]

day one.Coup

                                            “I’m Hunter Clarington, I’ve been transferred in from Colorado Military Academy in Colorado Springs, where I was the captain of my glee team, which I took to a Regional’s victory with presidential honors.” Hunter said it all in one breath as he entered the room and strolled through the gathering of boys towards the fireplace. Where he stopped and turned to them, setting his folder down on the desk with a smirk. “I am now your captain, and I look forward to shaping you all up from potentials to winners.” He rose an eyebrow at them, purposefully looking at every boy present but Sebastian. 

“Now that introductions are out of the way, I believe it’s time to get down to business. I will be expecting each and every single one of you to re-audition for me.” Hunter glanced around, seeing some squirm and open their mouths to protest, though initially no one actually did. It was his first Warbler meeting and despite their shock he considered this to be going very well. He smiled. “After all, a team is only as strong as its weakest member, and I can’t possibly know what I’m dealing with until I’ve assessed you all separately. Secondly, I have watched all of your... Interesting competition tapes, and though there seems to have been some progress made, it is very clearly not enough. From now on, no more standing about, nor doing weak routines. No cutting corners. We will combine your vocal strength with a new regimen of choreography to truly push you to the top. Sebastian.”    

Hunter looked at him sideways, half of his attention on the files he was going through. “I trust from what I’ve seen that you could take care of that? I would need to give input, of course, but it does seem these boys could barely move before you showed up.” His tone was encouraging, like a benevolent leader but the spark in his eyes showed something more. He’d be very pleased to have more alone time and excuses to boss Sebastian around. He walked to him and clapped his shoulder. “Congratulations, you’d have to prove it of course, but you may also audition for that role, so that would make your little show for me twofold.” He smirked and pushed a paper into his hands, “You may choose from this list - As may all of you.” He addressed the boys then, as he walked around handing out copies of the list of approved songs. 

“Questions?”

[magicpuck]

Tutor Session

Spending his Saturday morning in a tutoring session? Just about the lamest way Puck could think of to start off his weekend. Rachel being the one doing the tutoring? Just added insult to injury. But if he didn’t pick his grades up, he’d be off the team. That couldn’t happen. His dad would never let him live it down. His mom would probably be too drunk to notice. Whatever. He just knew that he had to get the situation under control before it imploded in a way he wasn’t ready for. The arrival of his brother, Jake, on the basketball team didn’t help matters. He hated to admit it, but the kid had the Puckerman genes. He was good. Okay, he really hated to admit it. There was no fucking way his half brother was going to just come in, out of the blue, and take his place on the team. For all he cared, he could go back to playing on the river court where he belonged. Yeah, he could definitely get lost. The only good thing about him was his friend. She was hot, in a weird, sexy schoolgirl kind of way. Definitely in a different way than any other girl he’d been with before. Of course, none of the other girls he’d been with before were tutoring him. And, you know, he wasn’t actually with her. Not that he was opposed to that. He’d fuck her if he had the chance. 

But they had come to a mutual agreement. Upon finding out that Puck was supposed to be the latest person she was tutoring, Rachel had tried to back out. He was inclined to let her. Until he realized that spending time with Rachel would be the perfect way to get under his brother’s skin. Just like Jake had been creeping in on his life, he would do the same to him with Rachel. An eye for an eye. Or whatever the saying was. Rachel had only agreed to it because he, in return, agreed to leave Jake alone. What she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her - that he was only changing his method, not his goal. Plus, she was hot. And he really wanted to find out what was underneath those short little skirts of hers. (A great pair of legs was one of those things, for sure. He’d noticed that right off the bat.) Anyway. He had a plan. If his brother got to just show up and take things from him, he’d do the same. 

It was just a plus that he’d get to pass English again. As he walked up to the docks, he saw Rachel sitting there, looking slightly agitated. Shit. He looked down at his phone. He was a little late. He’d been busy with his girlfriend that morning. He might’ve been trying to get his grades up in English, but not enough that he’d pass up getting laid for it. “Hey.” Puck nodded at Rachel before sitting down across from her. He’d been tutored before, and by that, he meant he just got someone else to do his work for him, but he could already tell from everything that Rachel had laid out for them, this wasn’t going to be one of those times. She didn’t run with that crowd anyway. Clearly, being popular and in his good graces wasn’t a thing for her. She probably wouldn’t hang out with his brother if that were the case. Rachel came with notes and homework - he came with snacks. Between his workout in the gym and his workout in bed, he was hungry. A guy could seriously work up an appetite that way. He pulled out a Gatorade and a protein bar. “You want one?” he asked, tearing open the wrapper. “I didn’t poison it or anything.” The look on Rachel’s face told him that the answer was no. More for him, he figured, with a shrug of his shoulders. “Is there any chance that, if I asked you to, we could forget about all of this and say we did it anyway?” He grinned at her and gave her his signature smirk. It’d never failed him before. 

[parker-kerry]

001

@aubrey--kennedy

Parker dreaded events like this, but he always managed to make the most of them for a little while, usually by messing with people nearby. In his younger years it’d been more elaborate pranks, but as he grew older, as he grew more dependent on the pills, the liquor, and the powder, simple fun like that took a back seat. Nowadays he’d just take a bump before he went in and either find someone to harass or someone to flirt the night away with. This night it’d been the latter, finding it all too easy to get under the skin of the girl seated next to him for the night. He had the same distaste for her that she had for him, but with the coke in his system nothing ever really bothered him.

For all the entertainment her aggravation was worth, it’d gotten late enough in the night that he’d begun to fiend for his next fix, finding it harder and harder to sit still, and so somewhere in between courses he was able to sneak away, slipping into the coat closet, hopefully without being seen, but his mind was too focused on what laid ahead to cover his tracks too much. “Fuuuuck,” he drew out, glancing around at all the coats, having not a single clue where his was situated. His head had rolled back on his neck, but when it rocked forward he saw the figure. “What the fuck!” he jumped slightly, hearing a sudden clink behind him, glancing back at the door, not thinking much of it. “What the fuck kind of weirdo hangs out by themselves in a coat closet? Wait-- are you meeting someone in here? Aubrey Kennedy, you dog,” he smirked.

[emma-mcmasters]

@paperdoll-hearts

The news hadn’t been easy to handle, of course it hadn’t. Emma was generally able to put a positive spin on most things, to attack things head on with confidence, but last night she couldn’t muster it. With her family by her side she broke down, unable to find the positivity within herself. But she’d woken up this morning with a new energy, a clearer outlook even despite the minimal sleep. She requested to her family to meet her doctor alone; they were a lot to handle. She didn’t want to subject him to it, or frankly herself to it. She felt silly laid up in bed, like she was already rotting there, but that was just what she was doing when Dr. Carter walked in, stupidly looking up at the TV when she heard the knock. She greeted him with a smile, but rolled her eyes teasingly just after. “Can’t this wait? They’re just about to pick who’s chopped.” She spoke through an obviously feigned annoyance and a bright smile before dropping the act. “I’m Emma.” There was a confidence to her voice that she wished she felt in her core, truly, the sight of the man made her nervous, unsure of what he was going to say, it seemed anyone in a white coat could say something to turn your life upside down.

[charles-alexander-potter]

Date: September 1st, 1944 Time: 11:00pm Location: East Wing Corridors Open to: All

Ash filtered through the air, sparkling in the light emitting from the tip of Charles’ wand like dust motes in the sunlight. His eyes watered behind cloudy spectacle lenses, and with a ruddy fist he reached up to rub them, heaving a great cough as he did so. The world around him wasn’t entirely dark; the hazy orange glow from several fires illuminated the corridor somewhat, but he still needed assistance from his wand in order to step over debris. As he moved, he tried to remember what Augustus looked like, tried to recall the boy sitting beneath the Sorting Hat as it cried, “Gryffindor!” The boy was a half-blood, he thought, so there was a good chance he was familiar with air raids, with bombs; as such, Charles would have thought he’d have known what to do. But, as it turned out, young Augustus hadn’t made it to the boat house, and against what might have been his better judgment Charles volunteered to search for him. 

As he picked his way along the corridor, Charles tugged the collar of his robes up over his nose and mouth, squinting through the grit. It was the epitome of privilege to berate others for their mistakes, ascertaining that, because they were part muggle, they should have known how to deal with death falling from the sky. Guilt gnawed at his insides. ‘No,’ he thought, ‘no child should be expected to be ‘used to’ something like this.’ Rounding a corner, he freed his mouth from his collar. 

“Augustus!” he called, holding his wand a bit higher as he peered over the rubble. A large fire was raging off to his right, and several suits of armor hurried past him, dragging a melting comrade between them. Merlin knew he hadn’t acted completely stoic when the castle shook that evening, goblets tipping and chandeliers coming loose above them. He knew plenty about bombs, but despite all of that knowledge filling his head to the brim he never thought Hogwarts would fall prey. It couldn’t. It was impregnable. 

Foolish fantasies. 

Smoke clogged his lungs, and his brown eyes filled with tears amidst the coughing and wheezing. When he’d somewhat recovered, his watery vision revealed a figure standing not far off, and his voice echoed off the patchy stone walls.

“Hello?”