#c:flashback

[astbrero]

**Flashback**

Astro estava no corredor de frente da casa de Aderem totalmente nervoso com suas mãos suando frio, seu coração acelerado como se fosse escapar do seu corpo, seu sangue circulando mais do que o normal e andando de um lado para o outro. Qualquer pessoa que o visse daquele jeito poderia pensar que Beaumont iria ter um ataque a qualquer hora, o que tinha muitas chances de acontecer. Então, ele parou de andar e respirou fundo encarando a frente da casa. Teria que ter coragem logo e terminar o que tinha visto fazer ali antes que resolvesse virar as costas e voltar para o seu dormitório por ter desistido do plano quando teve durante sua insônia; assim, Beaumont começou a andar em direção ao destino dentro da casa de Aderem - desviando de perguntas e olhares curiosos para saber o que estava fazendo ali - e chegou em frente à porta de @tresdedoze​ e bateu devagar. Em segundos, a entrada abriu-se e Astro abriu seu melhor sorriso, mesmo totalmente nervoso por estar ali naquele lugar. - O Ever está aí? Poderia chamá-lo? É uma emergência... - 

[scarletwaanda]

snowball fight | flashback

wanda couldn’t help but laugh as the snowball she threw hit clint square in the back of the head. “i though you were supposed to have the best reflexes.” she giggled.  

@shootstraight-nevermiss

[lizzie-armstrong]

Love at first sight | Before

Aquele era o mesmo caminho que eu percorria todos os dias, mesma flores, mesmas pessoas, mesmos sons. Nada parecia diferente, e realmente não estava, assim como nos outros dias, cumprimentando as mesmas pessoas. Soltei um suspiro abafado e encarei meus sapatos enquanto caminhava por entre a sinuosa passagem entre as casas de East Village. Era um bonito lugar, mas ele não havia marcado nada de diferente, ele havia se tornado um bonito lugar comum. Continuei caminhando agora apertando os livros contra meu peito enquanto olhava distraidamente o celular em busca de algo interessante durante aquele caminho que parecia nunca ter fim. Foi quando em um simples flash eu vi tudo mudar.

[succuquinn]

♔ Energy Exchange || Quinn Self-Para ♔

Title: Energy Exchange

Time and Date: 4:00 PM May 12th

Location: Hallways of WMHS

Tagging: Quinn Fabray

Warnings for: Sexual content and a teensy bit of violence.

Notes: Part of this was taken from my sample para in my application. I added a twist.

“But Quinn, I-”

“Shh.” Quinn pushed the boy's chest until his back hit the lockers. He- Jackson, might be his name?- was breathing heavily and checking every which way in paranoia.

“Quinn, what if my-”

Quinn interrupted him with a soft, tempting smile, though her teeth were clenched. She pressed him harder against the lockers. “Your girlfriend won't know unless you decide to tell her.”

She tilted her head and nuzzled her nose in the crook of the dark-skinned boy's neck. Jackson was shaking, but his body was giving in. They both knew he wanted it. Quinn inhaled through her nose and parted her lips, hovering them within an inch of his skin. His cologne was strong and dulled her senses a little. Rude.

While her breathing was controlled and steady, Jackon's was ragged and heavy. His pants were tightening against her thigh, making her chuckle sweetly. Quinn glanced down the empty hall before pressing her lips to Jackon's neck. The boy exhaled. Quinn's pupils dilated as her partner's body came alive under her touch and influence. It was as easy as playing an instrument. Certain touches would make their knees buckle. Certain nibbles would elicit moans. Certain licks would cause them to shudder. And certain kisses would leave them both wanting more.

It was a powerful thing, holding the key for a sweet release after building up the pressure. Her lips abandoned the boy's salty skin and locked with his large, plump ones. Jackson groaned at contact.

She could feel his energy transfer to herself, from throat to throat. It was a rush unlike any other. Her bruise on her knee from cheer began to retract into itself until it was completely gone. Her sore muscles were massaged by Jackson's sexual energy until they were relaxed once more. The feeling of the transfer alone made her want to continue this in another room.

Her finger's grasped his thick hair as she took another decently-sized fill of chi. She felt him slump back into the lockers so she knew she had taken enough.

Quinn took a step back, a sweet smile still set on her face as she watched the boy stumble onto the floor. Just before she spoke, that smile turned dark. “Danielle can't kiss you like that, can she? You need to let her go and move on. Just because she's a cheerleader, doesn't mean she deserves you. Okay, Jackson?”

Jackson- who was currently trying to stand up without exposing the bulge in his pants- nodded quickly.

Quinn's lips pulled back into a toothy grin. “Good. I'll see you at tomorrow's game.” With the fresh energy now coursing through her veins, she spun on her heels and began walking down the large, empty halls of McKinley. Tomorrow, Danielle will be sobbing during practice because of her break-up. The next day, Coach Sylvester will have her booted for being whiny and lazy and not giving the cheer squad her full undivided attention. The girl will regret calling Quinn a whore in the locker room, and once again her position as head cheerleader and head bitch at the school will be established. As fun as these humans were to toy with, they were really getting predicable.

Just as the thought crossed her mind, the familiar scent of cheap cologne caught her attention. She turned to see Jackson walking briskly  after her, with a determined look on his face.

Quinn looked straight ahead and walked as fast as possible towards the school entrance, hands on her hips and her pleated skirt swaying side to side with each step. The footsteps behind her grew heavier, farther apart, and closer. She took a long step forward, but Jackson grabbed her wrist and through her into the bulletin board.

“Danny was right. You are such a tease,” the boy seethed, obviously no longer shy nor cowering. “Bitch.”

Quinn swung her leg over to the opposite side and stood up with an orchestrated spin. Her lips were pressed together and her eyebrows furrowed. “So what? Now you're here to take your manhood back?”

He scoffed and clenched his fists. “I'm here to defend my girlfriend.”

Quinn stood her ground. “Not anymore. You cheated on her. I don't think she'll take lightly-”

Jackson started forward and grabbed Quinn's face between his large, rough hands. Their lips crushed together, making her teeth hurt.

Quinn made a few noises of protests, then stopped when she felt a rush of warm, delicious energy pass her lips. She parted them, welcoming the chi with a content sigh. Her heart was thudding against her chest, and she was pretty sure it had climbed up into her throat at some point. But the energy ran through her tensed muscles like a sedative.

She opened her eyes to be meet with large brown ones. Jackson was terrified and growing weak. The corner of Quinn's lips lifted before stealing more of his energy. It was giving her a high that was both relieving and powerful. Just as Jackson's knees buckled, she picked him up with her newfound strength and flung him down the main hall with a yell. He slid to a halt and passed out.

Quinn panted, though smiling, and brushed herself off. She wiped the corner of her mouth with the inside of her elbow, and stared at her classmate on the floor.

Her fingers subconsciously wrapped around the cold metal cross that hung over her chest.

A silent moment that made the blood pound in her ears passed. “Forgive me,” she mumbled quietly with a trembling voice and backed away. 

[lizzie-armstrong]

Girls should wanna have fun |Flashback|

Sexta feira havia finalmente chegado, e eu não podia estar mais contente com isso, por esse mesmo motivo decidi que naquele dia não faria nada depois daquela semana corrida e confusa, era dessa forma que eu havia planejado o meu dia, mas aparentemente isso não aconteceria daquela forma. Minha mãe me gritava constantemente e ela parecia realmente estar decidida a atrapalhar a minha tarde, por conta disso levantei rapidamente e fui até a cozinha onde ela se encontrava, queria acabar com aquilo de uma vez para voltar a fazer o que havia planejado.  Mas havia sido um erro aquilo, porque quando minha mãe começou a falar coisas sem sentido. “Você deve participar mais vezes dos eventos esportivos da escola Liz, isso pode ajudar no seu crescimento.” Eu não acreditava que estava ouvindo aquelas coisas, ela não percebia o quão estúpida soava naquele momento? Ela nem sequer ligava para mim, nunca deu a mínima para as coisas que eu fazia, pelo simples fato de que eu nunca quis ser a pessoa que ela sempre sonhou em ter como filha. Queria tanto questiona-la, pressiona-la até que ela dissesse qual era sua intenção com tudo aquilo, mas ela não parecia querer entregar o jogo, ao invés disso tudo o que ela disse foi. “Vamos assistir esse jogo da sua escola, é só isso eu prometo.” Aparentemente não tinha como fugir daquilo, então eu apenas concordei e segui para meu quarto, decidida a afastar aquele programa o máximo que conseguiria, mas então minha mãe me seguiu até meu quarto, e começou a me empurrar em direção ao chuveiro enquanto ela procurava a roupa que eu deveria usar. Ela estava realmente passando dos limites e eu não poderia fazer nada. Não via a hora de tudo aquilo acabar de chegarmos naquela maldita escola para eu poder sumir da vista dela. Então quando a mesma parecia ter acabado de arrumar meu cabelo, afirmou que estava na hora de irmos. Agradeci mentalmente por aquilo, e corri até o carro enquanto colocava os meus fones de ouvido para não precisar ouvir mais nenhuma besteira naquele dia. Chegando no colégio, encontrei todas as minhas amigas lá, elas pareciam tão animadas, como nunca antes. As meninas então me puxaram em direção ao vestiário feminino enquanto afirmavam que iriam apenas retocar a maquiagem, mas assim que cheguei lá, o técnico da escola estava parado ali, com um sorriso de orelha a orelha, como se estivesse quase satisfeito por me ver. “Elisabeth obrigada por aceitar o nosso convite, nós realmente precisávamos de uma garota animada como você.” Encarei o técnico e rapidamente desviei o olhar até minha mãe que parecia comemorar em silencio agora.