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janatm · 26 days ago

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thread one title || PUCKERSIBS

tagging: Jake Puckerman & Ali Puckerman

date & time: Thursday, March 27, 2025 @ around 3:00 pm

location: Recording Studio in LA

warnings: none!

summary:

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JAKE PUCKERMAN

By now, Jake had endured more than enough of the woman who thought she deserved to be labeled a mother, and he needed help getting her on the first flight back to Alabama. The only problem was that Tatum wasn't budging —actually, that was putting it lightly. She had pretty much moved into his spare bedroom and been finding reasons to stick around: going on dates, trying to track down Gabe, and he was sure that he'd overheard her mention auditioning for some reality show involving money. She had also been living off of him, which wasn't new but this time, it wasn't the child support checks, it was his NFL salary. He'd been as nice as he could be, but as the baby, he needed his sister to help get rid of Tatum. She still hadn't been answering any of his frantic messages pleading for help, so he knew he had to take drastic measures. With his new desk and computer set up ready to go, he'd anxiously awaited one of his sister's weird ass memes to come through, and the second did, Jake wasted no time tracking her cell. And once it pinged, he grabbed Tatum and practically ran to his car. "What the hell, Jacob? Where are we going?" Was all he heard as he jumped into the car and started it up, and he didn't have time to explain where exactly he was taking her before just starting to drive. He was sure that Ali was with her band, and he didn't know if her band knew about Tornado Tatum, but they were sure as hell about to meet her now. Within fifteen minutes, he was parking in the lot of whatever studio space this was and shutting off his engine. "Get out, ma." He insisted as he climbed out, and Tatum just rolled her eyes as she did the same. "What is this, Jacob?" She asked again. "Just come on!" Jake huffed as he led the way inside, following the sound of what he knew was his sister playing one of her instruments. Clearly Tatum recognized it as well, and as soon as Ali came into view, the blonde smacked her lips. "Well well, if it isn't my other little half breed." Tatum sassed. "Where the hell have you been, Aliyah? You don't know how to answer the phone for your mama now that you're some D-list rockstar now?" She questioned, and Jake groaned in response. "Jesus, ma. This is probably why she wasn't answering your calls!" He huffed before he turned to glare at his sister. "But why the hell weren't you responding to my 911 texts? What if I had been dying? Or injured? Or broke, thanks to this little blonde demon?" He'd barely gotten the nickname out before Tatum was slapping him across the back of his head. "I'll show you both a blonde demon in a minute. Now Aliyah, what do you have to say for yourself? I've been here for almost a month, so why haven't I seen you?"

ALIYAH PUCKERMAN

The past couple of months had been fucking crazy. Between shows, a rapidly growing fanbase and the production of their album, which Ali was heavily involved with, she barely had time to smoke ad fuck, let alone weather the storm that is her mother. While she'd been flat out ignoring Tatum's insesant calls and messages, she'd still sent Jake a few funny/random memes. Normally, she would have helped him by now, but he was a big boy and it was time he learned how to tell their mom to fuck off. So, she did fully ignore his cries for help. And as the oldest, it was her birth right to teach him life lessons through tough love. Taking a break, she sent her brother an original Ali Puckerman meme before going back to listening to the same song she'd been stuck on for days, trying to get the beat just right. Thankfully, she had made a point of being alone today, because what felt like ten minutes after she sent that message, she was being interrupted by a voice that immediately killed her creative process. Looking up, didn't bothering moving from her drum set and instead just wished she'd had a blunt on her. Looking between her mother and brother as they both damn near yelled at her, she sighed. "Better a d-list rockstar than a z-list nobody." She said as she finally got up, drumsticks still in hand, one pointing at her mother. "Didn't answer your calls 'cause I don't like you." Straight to the point, lifting up her other hand she pointed her drumstick at her brother. "Didn't respond to your '911' calls because you're twenty-six years old, tell her to fuck off." Putting her sticks in her back pocket, she saw a bandmate appear in the door and immediately turn around. They knew who Jake was and she probably assumed the white lady was their mother and her bandmates knew enough to leave that shit alone. "But since you tracked my fucking location, like the evil hacker you are, I'm guessing you still haven't told her to fuck off so-" She turned to look at Tatum. "Ma, fuck off. Nobody likes you. Can I for back to producing my album now?"

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Had Jake expected this to go down exactly as it was unfolding? Yes. He knew both Ali and Tatum like the back of his hand, so he did in fact know showing up unannounced with their mother, while said mother was also in the dark about where they were going, was about to be quite the shit storm. He just didn't care, since this showdown needed to happen if he had any chance of getting Tatum to go home. But of course they both had to come into this with the insults, and now he knew this was going further down the drain than he'd expected. And while he just ignored his sister's words, like he normally did, Tatum, on the other hand, was only fuming now. "Aww, is this you thinking that you're better than me 'cause you've been clean for a day? A week? Get real, honey. It'll never last." She sassed, and now Jake was regretting his decision. "Can we just all talk like civilized adults?" Jake asked, though truthfully, neither his mother or his sister had ever behaved as such, and he didn't think they were capable of it. Tatum just rolled her eyes at his request. "No, Jakey, we can't. I don't give a damn that you two are adults now, you're not gonna disrespect me, the woman who gave you two little shits life, just 'cause you're out here in LA makin' something of yourselves now." Tatum spat, most of her anger directed at Ali, obviously. "I raised you both alone. Might not have been mother of the year, but I did what I had to do to make sure you both had a roof over your heads and food on your plate. And now that you're both making loads of money, you owe me. Don't most folks retire their parents when they make it big? I deserve to have a nice life after how hard it was raising you two, so I ain't going nowhere 'til I get it!" She snapped, and Jake just sighed as he shook his head. "And as the oldest, you get to take that one, sis."

ALIYAH PUCKERMAN

Normally, Ali was known for being cool, calm and eclectic. Maybe a bit odd, but in an alluring kind of way. Very few people had experienced any other version of her. Of course, her brother knew every version of her and she was okay with that. Their mother though, mostly only knew the strung out version. If you had Tatum as a mother you'd need to be high as a kite to deal with her too. Unfortunately, she didn't have any way of not being sober for this moment right now, so that meant asshole Ali was all that was left. It didn't help that she had been on a freaking roll with this damn track she'd been stuck on. While, she would generally put at least some of the blame on her brother, she was more than alright making this entirely Tatum's fault. Laughing at Jake expecting their mother mother to act like an adult, almost made this entire interaction worth it. It took a whole lot for Ali not to keep laughing all the way through her mom's rant. The second Jake tossed this mess to her though, she was laughing again. Full belly and everything. Suddenly she started clapping, because the performance was admirable. It wasn't good, but then Tatum wasn't good at anything so, no surprises there. "That's actually fucking hilarious. Not gonna lie, you should be better that guilt tripping by now." She finally stopped clapping and laughing. "You know why we haven't retired you ma. For one, you've never worked a day in your life, so the fuck would we be retiring you from? Golddigging?" Letting out another laugh, Ali leaned against the surface behind her, crossing her arms over her chest. "Second, keeping your kids alive is actually the bare minimum. So, nah, you're not getting shit from either of us for barely doing that. If you wanted to live off of us you should've tried being the kind of mom who actually loves her kids, then maybe we'd love you back enough to help you out." Taking in a breath, she pushed off the counter. "Now, I'm not surprised your white ass thinks it's entitled to us and our shit, but it isn't the 1800s, so you ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta Jake's place."

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Tatum and Jake both furrowed their brows at the roar of the laugh coming from Ali. She was unusual, that much they were both accustomed to, but this was catching them off guard as nothing either of them had said was funny. Then she started clapping, and Jake was about to ask his sister if she had fallen off the wagon again until she started speaking again, and then it made sense. Not to Tatum though, and as Ali started spitting out facts - well, they were facts as far as the kids were concerned, but to Tatum, it was just bullshit. How her own flesh and blood could be so ungrateful was beyond her. What did her crackhead daughter know about raising children? But it was Ali trying to kick her out of Jake’s place that made her scoff. “I kept you alive, fed, clothed, and made sure you had a roof over your heads. It was the best I could do with no help, so you’re welcome!” Tatum huffed. “And for the record, I was never a gold digger. If Gabe didn��t wanna pay to take care of his kids, then maybe he shouldn’t have been cheating on his wife and knocking me up not once, but twice. I deserved that child support, and while I could have been like a real gold digger and spent all that money on myself, I took care of my kids. Why don’t I deserve for you two to retire me now that you’re successful?” The woman questioned, and now it was Jake’s turn to scoff. “Purposely letting a deadbeat rocker knock you up not once, but twice, was you securing a bag for yourself. Nothing you did for us was out of love, it was you needing us alive until 18 so Gabe could keep sending you money.” He didn’t exactly like pointing out the obvious, but clearly their mother needed to hear it. "We're not taking care of you, ma. You've gotta figure shit out for yourself." As soon as he said those words, he had never seen Tatum break like this before. "Well too bad. I sold my house in Alabama, so I'm here now, kids. You two can fight over who I'm permanently living with, but mama's here to stay." To stay. The words repeated in Jake's mind and he was sure that she had truly gone and lost her white mind now. "Well you're not staying with me. Between football and IT stuff, I need my spare bedroom back, so Ali, good luck with that." Jake shrugged.

ALIYAH PUCKERMAN

Ali was so proud of Jake for clapping back that she almost took a second to dap him up.Of course, the moment was ruined by Tatum speaking, yet again. At this point, Ali was having a hard time even listening to anything she had to say. Which was pretty normal and use to get her in a world of trouble as a kid, but she had never been good at listening to the same shit over and over again. Unless it was music. Or her favorite show, or her brother being annoyed. Okay, so maybe she just couldn't listen to her mom say the same bullshit over and over. Then she mentioned selling the house and Ali's face scrunched up because, huh?? If she sold the house then why the fuck was she begging them for money? "If you sold the house, then why're you telling us to sign out paychecks over to you? You got money from the sale." Now, Ali wasn't a money kind of person, she had people for that, she just knew she always had enough for Taco Bell and party favors and that's all she needed to know, as far as she was concerned. However, she did know the house was worth a decent amount, I mean enough to get herself started somewhere else if that's what she wanted. "And I don't need luck, 'cause she ain't stayin' with me. Not unless you're willing to help me dispose of her body." She said, looking at her brother. There was not fucking way, they didn't end up physically fighting if they had to share the same space again. I mean, they damn near avoided those first eighteen years. "You got money from the sale, so use it to set yourself up, go find a old rich man to swindle. Live your dreams. But you ain't stayin' with either of us. Pretty sure I'm gonna change my number and block you just in case." Truthfully, ALi had no idea why she hadn't blocked that lady's number the second she moved out. But she's guessing it's for he same reason her little brother didn't either. "You should do the same." She looked at Jake again. "And don't give her any free tickets to your games, she will fuck your teammates."

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Tatum didn't have a single clue why she was letting her children that she brought into this world disrespect her like this, not after everything she'd sacrificed for them — like her body, or the fact that Gabe hadn't turned out to be the rich baby daddy she'd expected and he hadn't given her enough money to raise them and get out of Alabama and into some sort of mansion. And the nerve of Aliyah to sit here and try to do the math on the house made Tatum chuckle. "Oh please, that house was barely worth a dollar, and then I had to pay all of the fees just to get rid of it so I didn't make much. I also had to pay to come out here seeing as how neither one of my kids paid for me to fly out, nor have either of you bothered to check on me or do shit for me since you got out here and got all fancy." She huffed. Jake was exhausted now, and nothing their mom said was making this any easier, or getting the blonde any closer to her wish of leeching off of them now that she was apparently moving here. "You're not gonna kill ma, Ali. Both of you just need to breathe, calm down and think rationally." Honestly, being the only one on this side of the family who could stay relaxed and think things through without trying to escalate matters was quite the burden, and the women were giving him a migraine at this point. And leave it to his sister to keep ranting, amping things up even more by suggesting Tatum go back to what she knew. When she mentioned her fucking his teammates, Jake suddenly figured out a solution. "Enough! For fuck's sake, we're not getting anywhere so let's just go with the most reasonable solution: ma, go stay with Gabe until you sort yourself out." He decided, already taking his phone out to order her an Uber to take her to the location he'd found for the man. "So that's it? You two are just gonna dump your own mother?" Tatum spat, finally at her breaking point with her ungrateful children. "When that pretty little rich girl chooses the upgrade over you, which she will because you're new money and I'm sure she has plenty of men with old money at her beck and call, don't come crying to your mama." She scoffed at Jake before finally turning her attention to the worst of her kids. "And the next time you fall off the sobriety wagon, which you will because that's the life of an addict, see how well your new family handles it. And if Jake's on the road somewhere, don't you even dare call me. You can blame me all you want for my parenting skills, but what kind of older sister makes her baby brother spend years cleaning up after her bullshit because she's a goddamn crackhead? I might not have been the best mother, but you sure as shit ain't a good sister either. Jakey should be just as pissed at you as he is at me, so remember that the next time he's having to drag you to rehab." Jake was stunned at this point, mostly at Tatum's caucasity but also at the fact that she'd stoop that low, and he was beyond over it now. "Just fucking leave, Tatum!" He yelled, and maybe it was the blonde's own disbelief at her baby boy raising his voice, but she simply rolled her eyes as she stomped outside to wait for her Uber. "I'm sorry, sis.." Jake muttered. "And don't listen to her."

ALIYAH PUCKERMAN

Part of her didn't believe their mother had even sold the house. I mean, this being some kind of new tactic to get money out of them, paint herself as having nothing, not even a home, to guilt them into financing her now that she was stuck out here, with no one but them to lean on. It wouldn't surprise her, hell, it would be more interesting than her usual bullshit. But it didn't really matter if she was lying or telling the truth about the house, Ali wasn't going to front a single dollar for their mother and she wasn't going to let Jake do it either. At least, not anymore than he already has, because he should have kicked that woman out of his place weeks ago. But he was better than her, always had been. Which is why she snickered at him saying she wouldn't kill Tatum, and while that was a bit dramatic, the sentiment was very much there. Meanwhile, her little brother was playing peacemaker, as per usual. Trying to get them to settle down and while Ali usually listened, she knew it would just lead to another Tatum tantrum. As Jake made his suggestion, she just knew they're mom was going to find a way to be offended so she could justify whatever bitchy ass comments she was about to make. 'So that's it?' Right on cue. Now, a couple years ago, what she said would probably have triggered a relapse, but she'd been taking her sobriety seriously. Seriously enough that she was in therapy, for real and she had a sponsor and she actually listened to her. Even if it was harsh, Tatum was right, she was and is an addict but she was dead wrong to try and push on Jake's insecurities. But her brother didn't give her the opportunity to say anything else to their mother and she was glad. She wasn't sure she'd ever heard Jake use such a tone with Tatum, and clearly it shocked their mom too, because instead of snapping back she said nothing and left in a huff. She was hella proud of her little bro. The sound of him speaking again, caused her to look at him and shrug. "It's all good, I aman addict and i mean you have had to drag me out of literal gutters more than once. You've always been a good brother to me, even when I wasn't being a good big sister to you." Taking her drumsticks out of her back pocket she started fidgeting with them. Look, being sincere wasn't her strong suit, alright? "Besides not listening to her is like, my thing." She laughed. "I'm more concerned she pushed a couple of your buttons. Bree isn't gonna upgrade from you, because she can't. Ain't no better than my baby brother." She said, throwing one of her sticks at him, hitting his arm. It was the Ali equivalent of a shoulder bump.

JAKE PUCKERMAN

With Tatum finally gone, all Jake cared about was being able to breathe without her spending all of his money, reorganizing his place, and being in his business. He was a grown ass man and didn't need his mother thinking she ran his life now, but especially not when it came with her somehow trying to sabotage his entire life. If their mom wanted to keep ruining her own life, then so be it. He raised a brow as Ali seemed to be unbothered by their mom's remarks, though he supposed that this was just another day for his sister. She always handled Tatum's bullshit better than he did, so to speak, so of course she was just brushing it all off. But when Ali seemed more bothered by what she'd said to him, and although it had crossed his mind already, he just shook it off for now. "It's fine." He half lied as a drumstick hit his arm. "You ass!" He groaned, picking the drumstick up and tossing it back at his sister. "But thank you for admitting that I'm the better Puckerman, which we knew already but I appreciate you verbally admitting it now." Jake grinned. "But if you ignore my calls again, I'm gonna start airing out your dirty laundry on social media, and before you think I'm bluffing, you should know that my shit is popping now." He chuckled. "Bree can't exactly upgrade from me when we're still broken up, and while I do intend on wearing her ass down eventually, the ladies are loving me right now. I've got some TikTok creator in my DMs, and she's not Bree, but she is ready and willing so I might just take her up on her offer." He smirked. "Time to start playing the Puckerman family game of being a hoe, right?"

ALIYAH PUCKERMAN

Not being quite fast enough to catch the fire returned drumstick, it hit her hand before falling to the ground. Picking it up she laughed, partially because annoying Jake was always laugh worthy and partially because of how truly opposite they were in skillset. Squinting at her younger brother's ridiculous claim of being the best Puckerman, she shook her head. "Now I never said you were the best Puckerman, just better than me. A rather low bar, I might add. So it's not even a compliment for real." She said with a smile, because Jake had been her favorite person since the moment he was born. Her first memory was of making a two year old him laugh at a grocery store after their mom told him no to buying him something. So maybe she wasn't a top notch Puckerman or an S tier sister but she was Jake's number one fan. Even if she did have to keep him humble. It was a part of the job description. "Oh I know it is, they got you on every platform, including Facebook.I ove seeing senior citizen thirst over you. It's equal parts gross and hilarious." She laughed. While she didn't know everything about this whole Brake ship, and she wasn't sure she wanted to but she did know it was kind of complicated. Which, if Jake wasn't in love, he'd have dipped immediately. He's not one to stick around where he doesn't want to be. "Can you hoe when you're suppoe to be in a loving swoon worthy relationship with America's sweetheart? I mean Tik Tok-er's aren't exactly known for being discreet. Fuck around with the wrong one and you'll end up the star of a viral five part story time called He Blew My Quarter-back Out." she snickered at her own play on words. "But also, isn't that just gonna piss Bree off? I mean, more than she's usually pissed off at you..."

JAKE PUCKERMAN

Jake rolled his eyes at Ali trying to shut down the way his ego had already been stroked, which it was far too late for her hating anyway. "I'm better than Puck too. I mean, I'm the baby, I'm tatted, I'm an athlete — hell, even Gabe should be looking over his shoulder now that I'm about to be the most famous Puckerman." He teased, though it wasn't exactly a lie, all things considered. Between the Brake stuff and the NFL, he was in fact rising in popularity and notoriety, so it wasn't much of a stretch. He had tuned out the Facebook people gushing over him since he assumed most of them were old people, and he didn't need to see a bunch of old bitties talking about how good he looked. Eva gave him the rundown on it sometimes, but they mostly focused on what worked for his generation. "Just focus on TikTok, Instagram, and Snapchat or whatever. You know I get noticed on the street now? And they hit on me even while thinking Bree and I are back together." He smirked, trying and failing not to be smug about it. The last thing he needed right now was Ali trying to make sense of anything, but he knew she had a point, and not just in him keeping his dirty laundry in the closet if he tried anything. The thought of his ex finding something out and chewing him out made him groan. "First of all, He Blew My Quarter-back Out? Not bad for a scandal title." He joked. "But everything I do pisses her off at this point. She blocks me and doesn't want shit to do with me unless it's something PR related, and then we might accidentally end up in bed together afterwards, but then we're back to square one the next day. I'm starting to get whiplash honestly. She can't decide if she wants to give me another chance or not, but the very thought of me so much as talking to another woman has her chewing me out. How is that fair? And technically I'm single, so even if I do want my girl back, am I supposed to just not be a Puckerman when she can't decide if she wants me or not?"

ALIYAH PUCKERMAN

"You're lucky you got broad enough shoulders to hold that big ass head of yours. Although, how you manage to stay on the ground with all that hot air up there." She gestured to the empty space around her head. "I will never know." Going back over to her drunk kit to sit down, she listened as he younger brother talked about his growing fame, and she could help but smile as she put her foot on the bass drum petal. It was sappy but she was proud of him and she felt like if anyone deserved the perks of fame it was Jake and while it might be a toss up for best Puckerman, between him and Puck, he was definitely better than their sperm donor. More deserving and nothing would make her jump for joy more than seeing her brother exceed their father. She offered a, "Thank you." At his praise for her scandal title, letting him continue. Again, Bree confused the fuck out of her and so did their whole relationship. Jake was a dick for cheating on her and she had smacked him in the back of the head for it, and maybe she just didn't have the attention span herself, but how was this still an issue. What else did Bree want him to do? And she wouldn't even care, if it wasn't obvious and he was straight up telling her right now that he still wanted to be with her. "You ain't gotta convince me. I mean if she's gonna be pissed no matter what you might as well do some shit to earn a verbal lashing." Taking her sticks out she did a quick eight count to warm herself back up before stopping again. "But she definitely already decided she wants you, bro. If she didn't she wouldn't be doing this PR shit, but she seems kinda clueless to feelings and shit so I don't know if she's figured that out yet, but that's on her. So, in the meantime be as hoe-tastic as you wanna be, little brother." Hitting her drums again, she immediately forgot someone else was in the room.

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