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[itspuckasaurus-rex]

→ Fists of Fury

Today had been the longest day. Puck had to get to school extra early for early morning football practice. And his thoughts were so plagued with visions of Quinn last night that he barely got any sleep. So, he was definitely on edge today. He already got a lunch detention for talking back to his Biology teacher. Thankfully, the day was over and he was ready to just go home and take a nap. His eyes followed Quinn as she made her way to her locker down the hall. He hated how good she looked in her Cheerios uniform. In fact, she was wearing it in his thoughts last night, which made it that much better to look at now. But he looked away before anyone could catch him staring. He turned the lock on his own locker and put his useless books in, not bothering to interact with anyone. He was way too tired, and didn’t want to deal with anyone’s shit. Which was exactly why he was looking forward to getting home and locking himself in his room away from his nagging stepsister. 

“Come on, babe, you don’t know what you’re missing,” the sound of one of the greasy hockey jocks made his ear perk up. Those guys were always up to no good. Turning his head, Puck saw one of them leaning against the locker next to Quinn’s, stroking a finger down her bare arm. He could tell she was uncomfortable, and it didn’t set right with him. “Lemme show you a good time,” the punk drawled out, making Puck shake his head and slam his locker shut, walking over to the scene. “There a problem here?” anyone who heard the tone of his voice could tell that he wasn’t in the mood to be messed with. But this guy was too dumb to take a hint from him, or from Quinn, who clearly wasn’t interested. 

[jenniferliam-blog]

i knew it along | jennifer+alex & liam | past

Jennifer sighed some, pushing a hand through her hair as she looked around a little bit. Her brother was supposed to met them in the hospital. She smiled slightly once she spotted him, breaking into a run and throwing her arms around his neck. "I've missed you so much," she whispered to him.

Liam smiled some, lifting up his sister slightly as he hugged her back. "I missed you too," he mumbled out to her, squeezing her tightly. He slowly sat her down, kissing her forehead. "You look good, Jen."

[georgexscarlett]

you make my grey skies blue. | george x dixie + avery x scarlett

George didn't know what to do really, everyone seemed to be hating on their relationship all of a sudden. All he wanted was for her to be happy. Which was the only reason he invited her best friend over. They could cheer each other up. And chick flick they could pretty much talk him into. Though usually when that happened it left Scarlett downstairs or heading out when things got too heated.

Scarlett was worried about her best friend it was pretty much the only reason she came. That and george asked her. She sat in the couch away from them "I brought you some of my moms candies Dix" she told the girl before she handed the girl the bag full of the homemade candies.

[darius-rage-anderson-blog]

More Than A Warm Body || Care

Tagging: Darius Anderson, Cameron Hummel Location: Care Dorm Room Time Frame:  Thursday April 24th, 11PM Notes: Care experience sex together for the first time.

Even though Cameron had expressed an interest in doing this, Dare still wasn't certain. The thought of making this uncomfortable for Cam or anything but a pleasant experience made him incredibly uneasy, and terrified of deterring Cam from sex with him for forever. Of course he was prepared to live with that, but not if he was the cause of turning him away. Slowly but surely, Dare led them back to their dorm room and quietly locked the door for the evening. His frame was supported by a sturdy winding of bandages, as well as a brace that held the shattered bones in place. It made things a bit more difficult, but perhaps it would offer Cam more control, and therefore, making it that much easier for him. With his fingers laced with his fiancè's, he tugged Cam up against his battered and broad chest, pressing their lips together once more. He felt like a giddy child all over again, his heart swelling and wanting nothing more than to start tearing at the layers of clothes that still shielded them from their ultimate goal.

Nudging their noses together, he tugged his hand and led Cam over to the bed, sitting down on the end and kissing him once more. Kissing Cameron was the worst kind of drug, and in the best kind of way. He was an addict for the supple, pink lips and the way Cam's so desperately sought out his own. Dare moaned weakly in the back of his throat, inching closer and carefully working his hand to massage the insides of Cam's thighs. He parted from their kiss for a moment, swallowing and looking up into those gorgeous gray eyes.

"I'm gonna move slow. If anything feels uncomfortable or you want me to stop, just say 'red', and my hands will immediately retract. Same thing goes if we get to the sex part. You'll be in control completely. You can control how fast we go, how deep, all of it." He fiddled with the button on Cameron's shirt and pressed a kiss to his neck before murmuring lovingly. "Are you ready?"

[jafarofwalt]

Spiraling || Future

All of the news hit Jafar like rocks shot from catapults. He saw the engagement coming, but he didn't expect the amount of pain that would course through his body. He didn't expect to feel at a loss all over again. To feel heartbroken again was the last thing that Jafar wanted to feel after all of these years. What he really didn't expect was Angel's news, that she and Taran were slowly falling in love because she didn't expect any reciprocation from Jafar. It felt like losing Louie all over again. Jafar just wasn't destined to find anybody to love or to have anybody love him. He'd be living in that God damn house that Wally bought for him all by himself, the emptiness constantly reminding him of what a failure he's truly become. This was why he still kept walls up. This was why Jafar didn't try to love anybody else again.

Jafar moved through the halls of Walt with his heart in pieces and the pain screaming to be numbed. The bottle in his left hand was as heavy as lead, guily readying to seer him the second he twisted the cap off. The liquid jostled inside, and it seemed the bottle itself was burning the skin of Jafar's palm. Was he really going to do this? Was he really going to sully his clean slate at the Walt reunion, after Wally and Oliver's vow renewal, after Wally gifted to him a damn house? Maybe he should. That way Wally will be so disgusted with him that he'll take back the house, maybe he'll bitch Jafar like the way it's meant to be. Sulley and Dodger, they'd be disappointed for sure. Hell, Sulley had sponsored him to get clean. All of those years of therapy, withdrawals, and weak willpower were going down the drain, to waste, in one single night.

All because poor, pathetic Jafar was heartbroken. He scoffed to himself, gripping the bottle more tightly and made his way our to the lake. The second he stepped outside, the cold attacked him. Shivering and ignoring the frost, Jafar moved toward the treehouse. he stepped inside, looking at the scattered decorations from the vow renewal. The decorations that Jafar would never choose because it just wasn't the path for him to take. He kicked over a chair before slumping onto the floor against one of the wooden walls. How ironic. He spent most of his childhood calling everyone else pathetic, yet here he is, the most pathetic man in the world. At least he was right all along. When somebody says they love you, they're lying. They're just waiting to get what they want and once they do, they're gone. Jafar wiped away the tears that he didn't realize were falling and let out a strangled sob. He twisted the cap of the vodka bottle, calculating just how light-weighted he would be after years of no practice.

And for the first time in 7,368 days, Jafar let the alcohol slip down his throat, leaving behind a burning trail of guilt and misery.

[jafarofwalt]

I Could Have Sworn | Jafar & Taran

The walls on either side of Jafar seemed to be leaning down closer and closer to Jafar, so close that one extra inch would be enough to smother him. His rapid steps echoed in the empty hallway, his heavy breathing creating the soundtrack of a horror movie. His hands felt empty, his head felt empty, his chest felt empty... Everything in his life seemed to morph into a dull and gray void in a split second. How could he? How could Louie kiss somebody else? How could Jafar trust somebody so easily? What happened to him? How did he let some idiotic boy who came from nowhere affect him to the point of insanity? How could Louie betray his trust?

Jafar knew he wasn't kind. He knew he wasn't the best person to be around. He made it that way for him, to stay away from all of the greedy little monsters that have the gall to call themselves human beings. But did he really deserve the betrayal, the stab in the back? He tried not to expect such actions from Louie, but it happened. Jafar trusted, and he got burned. He was stupid enough to let his guard down around the other boy and let him traipse around and destroy everything inside him in the process. It pissed Jafar off. Everything about the situation pissed him off. Flounder, that stupid little piece of trash, how dare he take Louie away. How dare the little punk ruin that tiny glimmer of hope for Jafar. Jafar should have done more than just slam the freshman into the wall, he should have spilled blood.

But that wasn't going to change the fact that Louie had broken his promise, that Louie took Jafar's heart and trust, crumpled it up into a tiny ball and tossed it aside. Heartbreak, Jafar's never suffered from heartbreak before. He wanted to puke, scream, and black out. He slammed his way into his room, rushing to find his stash of weed. Pulling it out of the hiding place, he blazed up until the whole room reeked of the plant. Jafar stumbled up, groaning at the way his head spun in multiple orbitals. His feet felt like cinderblocks, but his upper body felt like it was floating away. He made his way to his chair, falling face first into the seat. Tears fell down his cheeks as his lips curled into a bitter smile. He straightened up, staring blankly at the chair. Without any warning, he grabbed the chair and threw it against the wall, smashing the wooden legs into two. Red and black clouded his vision as he went on a rampage, cologne bottles and hair spray cans being thrown onto the ground, the table being turned upside down, his bed sheets carelessly tossed around into crumpled mess on the ground. Jafar slumped to the floor, covering his face as more tears fell free of his eyes. "I could have sworn you loved me back," he whispered to himself, curling up into a fetal position.