#breeaser

[gleerpconfessions]

S/O to Nicole who plays Bree (@breeaser) over at @thegleeoutsiders-rp! There's so much more that she brings to the character than just being a bitch and everyone over at TGO appreciates it to no extent!            

[greasemonkey-ryder-blog]

breeaser replied to your photo “↳ INSTAGRAM: @SuperRyGuy uploaded a new photo Happy February ↳ 117...”

I'm judging you so hard right now.

Aw c’mon. I’ve been told I look good shirtless. I thought this would be a treat for the ladies. 

[hickeybyjake-blog]

Stand By Me || Brake

TAGGING → Jake Puckerman and Bree Tanner TIME FRAME → Friday night, sometime after midnight LOCATION → Abandoned train tracks somewhere in the Southside GENERAL NOTES → Jake winds up at the place where it all began and end, bumping into an old friend turned enemy...or so he thought. WARNINGS → None atm

Jake had reached his ‘so over it’ quota for...the year at this point. Between Sebastian turning him into a lackey and then totally ratting him out, Marley messing with his head and now super pissed at him, and Ryder going from brother to rival, Jake couldn’t do it anymore. Literally everything was falling apart around him, and as much as he wanted to do something about it, he couldn’t. What sucked the most was that he had no one to talk to. Not even him mom who he’d been fighting for this entire time. He could laugh at how well Sebastian’s plan worked and that he was getting everything he deserved. Sighing loudly, Jake pushed himself off of his bed. He was not about to sit in his room and mope all week. Screw that. Reaching under his bed, Jake pulled out his scooter and turned to leave, glaring at the hard to escape from window that was totally ruining his running away.

He told himself that he didn’t care if his mom and step-dad heard him leaving late into the night, but he still took his shoes off, opened his room door as quiet as possible, and closed it just the same before gliding across the floor, down the stairs, and out of the front door without making so much as a peep. With his mission completed, Jake felt way more awesome than he would have just climbing out of the window.

Opening up the scooter, Jake jumped on it and started to ride in the middle of the street letting his mind wander. By the time he stopped, he realized that being alone with his thoughts majorly sucked. And that going for a ride didn’t help at all. Just as he was about to get back on his first vehicle to get back home, Jake hesitated and looked around. Did he really ride all the way to the Southside? He knew it was late but to not have someone knock him on his ass the second he crossed over shocked him. Picking up his scooter, Jake started to walk, letting his feet drag him down a familiar path that eventually led him to a set of abandoned train tracks that went on forever. Laying down, Jake closed his eyes and sighed loudly, “God, this sucks.”

[hickeybyjake-blog]

Text ✉ Bree

Jake: Look I feel like you're mad at me. And I know you probably have a good reason but...I really hate this feeling.

Jake: Whatever it was I'm sorry okay?

[greasetanalopez]

“I’m here. Put me to work.“

Bree’s voice broke through Dylan’s the loud, piercing cries, making Santana nearly want to weep with relief. She had been at this for the last few hours and was nearing her breaking point. While she’d managed to bring her baby brother’s fever down, the poor thing continued to cry out his discontent and she wanted nothing more than for it to all stop, if only for a few minutes. This is where Bree came in.

Santana wasted no time in making her way over to the brunette, ‘Good. You’re here. I just need you to --” She paused as she attempted to hand the baby over, his little hands clinging to the fabric of her shirt. It pained her to pry his hands away from her and step away but she needed this. “Just keep an eye on him. Rock him a bit. I just gave him some medicine so he should be calming down... soon,” the last word was spoken with a slight hesitation but she barreled on, refusing to let Bree have the opportunity to back out now. “And I’ll be back in a few, I promise.” This was when she hurried to the door, knowing well that the other girl was bound to start complaining any moment about how Santana failed to inform her that she’d be left on baby duty for who knows how long. “I just need to pick up some diapers,” which Bree could have brought but the Latina conveniently forgot about that. “I’ll be back soon.” With that she was out the door, throwing back a quick, “Thanks, Bree!” in her haste.

[greasetanalopez]

☎ hugging them

This was killing her.

It was Dylan’s first day home from the hospital and the home was full of Aunts and cousins, cooing over him. Talking about how much he looked like his father and every comparison was like a knife to her heart.  And she couldn’t let it show, not when her mother finally looked happy, smiling -- really smiling -- for the first time since her husband, and father of her children, died. So she grit her teeth and smiled when the moment called for it, nodded in agreement and bid her time until she could make a quick exit to retreat into the quiet sanctuary of her bedroom.

Santana didn’t need to look to know that Bree would be right behind her and though she wanted nothing more than to be alone to fall apart in peace, the girl’s presence was a comfortable one. They sat on her bed in relative silence, only the muffled sound of voices and laughter penetrating through the closed, wooden door filled the air. And, for the moment, that was all that was needed.

She didn’t know how long they sat there but eventually, Santana stood with a deep, shaky breath. She needed to go back out there. Needed to put that smile back on her face and -- The last thing she expected was to find herself with slender arms wrap around her and her first instinct was to pull away but this was Bree. They weren’t the most physically affectionate with each other but so when they were it meant something. This meant something. It took her a moment before she could wrap her own arms around the girl. The contact was meant to be soothing yet it brought tears to her eyes, making her grip Bree tighter. In the moment that followed she allowed herself to say the words that she’d been dreading. The words that she’d refused to allow herself to say since the day of the funeral, “I miss him.” And, just like that, the Latina found herself bawling into Bree’s shoulder while her mother remained blissfully unaware of the pain of her daughter’s broken heart.

[greasehud-blog]

send ♔ for an angry text

text:  What the fuck Bree?!text: I was in the middle of putting on a new coat before you decided to do that to my truck!text: Good thing I can buff it out when I get to the shop, but that’s still not cool.

[socjeffy]

✴ - An angry text

Txt: God you piss me off and not because you mean but because I know you’re better then what you think but it doesn’t matter what I think right? Of course not, i’m nothing but a dumb blonde. 

@breeaser