#puck: f2f

[morgan-weston]

WITH: noah puckerman

LOCATION: morgan weston's house

TIMEFRAME: 7/20, after 4pm

Was it an accidental typo, or did Morgan subconsciously do it on purpose, when he'd told Puck that if he ever wanted to do someone and not something, he was up for it? The world would never know. Puck was attractive - they'd met at the mixer and easily got along, and Morgan didn't mind getting along this well with him. Looking at the watch on his wrist, he smirked to himself. It was after 4pm. The tall man was stood in the bathroom, just having finished his shower after a day out in the barn, with clean clothes and slightly damp hair, when he heard the doorbell. He made his way down to the front door and opened it, greeting Puck with a pleasant smirk. "Puck. 's good to see you! Come on in."

[asksam]

Sam finished washing his hands and wiped them on one of the towels before leaving the bathroom. There was still a line so he got out of there quickly, making his way toward where he hoped was the dancefloor. He easily followed the music and was glad to see the crowd of people still dancing. He soon joined them and while he wasn’t as loose as he would’ve danced, he did do a great job of impersonating his best friend and that was what really mattered. He soon grew overheated though, with all the movement and the alcohol coursing through his system. He wasn’t sure how the Warblers did it, dressed like this and under all those bright show choir lights.

He got off the dance floor and nabbed a drink from the kitchen before making his way outside for some fresh air. He passed his roommate and JBI quickly, not wanting to get sucked into whatever was happening right there. Sam glanced around and hesitated when he saw a pair of mustard yellow pants. He ended up chugging down the rest of his drink before going over, casually greeting, “Puck! Dude. How’s it going?” @asknoahpuck

[giselle-archive]

Slowly nodding at the question, Giselle popped another nacho into her mouth. "Yes." She mumbled as she chewed, unsure of how to even explain the stupidity at this point. Yet knowing what she now knew about Puck's own situation, he'd get it, or so she hoped. "She's asked for that, I just wasn't ready. Deep diving into our feelings means rehashing what went wrong, what needs to change, all that shit." She stated and sighed before taking another shot to the head. She had been determined to fight it for as long as possible, but as she took in Puck's rundown of what had happened with Quinn, she couldn't help but see the error of her own ways. "That sounds..horrendous, but I'm glad you two had that talk. And maybe you're right, so I'll take your advice." She nodded. "And stop calling me out! I know it's fucked, but Santana is also insanely possessive, and I find it sexy. But having sex before we talk things out scares me, so I'm...avoiding her and still hoping for the best?" Given that she hadn't gotten any of this out of Q, it was nice finding out what her roommate had been up to, and with who. And she was surely going to tease the hell out of the blonde the second she saw her, no matter what Quinn wanted. One thing Giselle liked about Puck was that they could relate to one another, and against their better judgment, they were both being vulnerable now, which she would blame on the alcohol if JBI or any of Sue's other spies were around listening and hoping to repeat any of this in the next Muckraker post. And as she listened to him explain, she couldn't help but grin. Boy, did he sound just as wrapped up in his ex as she was in her own. "You don't sound like a loser at all. You sound like a man who likes, or loves, his ex. And if she makes you happy, maybe working things out is a really good thing. I'm sure other guys wanting her isn't easy to deal with, but if that's what you want, you've gotta be better than the competition."

"Not to point out the obvious or anything, but have y'all ever considered just...sitting down and actually talking 'bout shit," Puck spoke slowly, waving around the bottle in his hand. "Trust me, I get it sucks. Getting me to talk seriously about my feelings is like pulling teeth. But if you ever wanna get anywhere, you kinda gotta get those talks out the way. Look at my situation. Me and Q had a pretty emotional talk a few weeks back, and yeah, it was really hard, and we still have a long way to go, but it made us closer. You're gonna have to rip the band-aid off eventually if you wanna get anywhere with Santana." Thinking back on that talk had Puck reaching for another shot glass. Emotional didn't even begin to describe what'd went down that day in his apartment, and he hadn't managed to stop thinking about it, even after days worth of booze and distractions. "So you'll let her dictate who you flirt with and let yourself get all hot and bothered by her, but when it comes to actually talkin' through your shit, it's crickets?" His eyes narrowed playfully. "I don't really have room to say anything, but doesn't that sound kinda wack to you?" It was a surprise to hear that Santana wasn't as monstrous of an ex as he'd expected, but the more Giselle went into depth regarding her situation, Puck definitely didn't envy her position. At her grin, bottle in hand, he pointed a finger at her, attempting a serious expression. "Hey, now. Don't go around bein' all messy. I already told Sebastian some of this crap, and Quinn does not fuck with him. I don't want her busting my balls 'cause I can't shut my trap. So, if she tells you anything, just act surprised. Hopefully she'll be too drunk to notice if your acting sucks." He stared at her blankly, pausing to collect his thoughts. Puck already had difficulties putting his feelings to words, and the drinks weren't helping. "Whoa, that was alotta questions. Okay...uh, I don't know if we're gonna get back together. We just started hanging out again, so we haven't really gotten that far. I guess I'm afraid to open the box of feelings 'cause the box of feelings blows, and the last time I did, it ended pretty shitty. Honestly, having Quinn as an ex? Not so bad. And yeah, it sucks knowing that other people are tryna get at her, but who in their right mind wouldn't be? If we weren't already involved, I'd totally be all over her. It's just--" Puck scoffed at himself, burying his head in his hands. Talking about this was as liberating as it was terrifying, especially when he had even less control over his mouth than usual. He propped himself up against the table with his elbow, palm against cheek, staring at bowl of guacamole like it held all the answers. "Fuck. I don't know. All I do know, is that when I'm with her, I'm just...happy. Do I sound like a pathetic loser for saying that? Be honest, 'cause I kinda have a reputation to maintain, and this shit isn't helping."

[puckhq]

psuevent1 f2f starter for @milahummel

A few drinks into the evening, and Puck was really starting to get the hang of all this rich people shit. Can't say he liked it exactly, but the liquor and tiny food sample things were on another level. Speaking of, he was looking for more of that tint salmon when he noticed the person next to him had a cochlear implant and thought he could get some practice in. Tapping the stranger on the shoulder, he started signing. Hey, sorry to interrupt, I saw your implant.

[multibrandi-blog]

Where: Puck and Seb’s suite.

When:  December 29, 2018, evening.

Who: Noah Puckerman & Sebastian Smythe - @multiautumn​

Warnings: None

Puck couldn’t believe that in only a few days, he was going to have a 9 year old. It was fucking wild to think of everything that had happened in his life since Beth was born - and kinda a miracle that he and Quinn hadn’t killed each other yet. But she was coming over later for a couple days so her straight-from-Pinterest birthday party could be perfected, and she could spend New Year’s Eve with her Dad.

Post-Mates always had Puck’s back, despite Sebastian’s insistence that they eat more home-cooked food. This wasn’t pizza (Chinese was a little healthier, right?) and Puck was paying for it, so he figured if Sebastian wanted to get pissy about it, he could order next time. Sebastian was expected home in just a little while, and Puck had plates, a beer and some wine ready to go for when he did arrive.

Of all the places Noah Puckerman expected to be at 27, this certainly wasn’t one of them.

[puckerjae-archive]

lost & found ft; puckerman²

Even though the dominant dorms weren’t too far from him, he still grabbed his skateboard as he threw on his bag and zoomed out of the door. Being in a new place by himself was far more intimidating than he was willing to admit, so the timing of his brother’s arrival was damn near perfect. The sound of the wheels rolling against the pavement was loud in the dead of night, but it brought him comfort. As much as he wanted to be somewhere quiet, a part of him was missing the busy sounds of Detroit. He scooped up his skateboard as he pushed his way into the warmth of the dominant building and quickly looked for his brother’s room. As soon as he was sure he was in the right place, he knocked on the door and made his way inside as soon as he heard the familiar voice. Dropping his board and bag by the door, he threw the bag of chips he packed straight at his brother as he flopped down on the couch. “I knew you were gonna be the Dominant,” he quipped with a smile. “Look at this place, it’s huge.” @f-uckerman​

[recreatemu]

F2F: PUCK & ??

PUCK: I am so hungover. Please tell me I didn’t do anything stupid last night?

[mundcnegirl]

F2F || PUCKEROSE

MARLEY: [Leaning on her desk, she held papers in her hand trying to get ready to grade them while her fingers ran over her forehead. Sitting back down, she sighed and tapped her pen quietly as she bit on her lip in thought.] Because paying attention in class is so hard for all of you. [She mumbled to herself.]

[warpaintbabe]

F2F || PUCK & MARLEY

PUCK: “Easy for you to say when you don’t have to get her twelve days worth of presents, plus one big day. She’s high maintenance.”Pinching at her sides when she slapped him he laughed a little too loud. “Stop what? I’m just saying what you did!” Watching as Marley took a long drink, he placed his hand on his forehead and looked over at her, trying not to laugh. “You good?” He asked teasingly. “Hey, I helped! Where’s my credit?”

MARLEY: "That's why you gotta pace yourself! Just take it a day at a time and lay aways are always optional! I like her," she teased. Feeling him pinch her sides, she jumped and shook her head over at him. "Shut it! I mean, you aren't wrong but still! Stop it," she whispered, her face glowing red now. Hearing his question, she raised her eyebrows and then gave him his sticker back that she'd taken from him. "I'm very good. It's been a long day, I need this. I don't do this, like ever so this is welcomed. Also, there you go. There's your prize for that! I mean, you wanna cook for me, too?"

[infinnite]

(f2f) (pinn)

Finn: Dude, heads up. [He tossed a paper plate at Puck's head right after he said this.]

[missb-pierce-blog]

LOCATION: Puck’s Hotel Room

WHEN: Monday, August 28th, Afternoon Freetime 

OPEN TO: Noah Puckerman @puckthehalls​

It wasn’t just boredom or hunger that led Santana to Puck’s door while they had some off time from the structured itinerary they’d been provided with. The pair had an agreement between them, one that worked for particular occasions like this where they could fill other urges as well. It was pure luck that left either one of them without a roommate so with a silent thanks to the producers or whatever underpaid secretary had probably made the arrangements and made her way a few doors down the hall almost exactly to the minute of when they'd agreed to in their earlier texts. “Open up, Puckerman.” Patience wasn’t a virtue of hers so it was mere seconds before her arms crossed loosely across her chest and her lips pursed. “It doesn’t matter if you’re not wearing pants to open the door. That’s kind of the whole idea of why I’m here, remember?” It wasn't the entire truth because she was actually really looking forward to the food she was promised as well but Puck didn't have to know that.They always worked a little better when they were pushing each other's buttons.  

[blainethelonghorn]

f2f || blam

Blaine: did his best to straighten out his portion of the dorm before Sam arrived. Even if Puck wasn't always the cleanest, Blaine's area almost always looked neat and tidy. His mother had always impressed on him the importance of a at least an organized space, even with Blaine's tendency for accumulating stuff. It would be nice, even after just seeing Sam for their birthday, to just get to hang out with him. He missed being his roommate. Deciding things were up to his personal standard of letting someone other than himself see his room, Blaine hopped up on his bed and waited for Sam to arrive.

[lqfabray]

f2f |

Quinn couldn’t stay with Finn anymore. Not after the incident in Glee. Rachel had offered Quinn the opportunity to beat her up. Then she had offered her a place to stay. Quinn denied both. She wasn’t upset with Rachel. She was upset with herself. Quinn had skipped the rest of the school day to go back to Finn’s house and gather her things. She left the spare key under the mat and texted Carole to let her know.

Quinn had meant it when she wanted to do the pregnancy alone, but she still needed a place to stay. That Friday night she curled up in Puck’s sheets and sobbed as he slept on his couch. It was so strange to breathe in his scent while she agonized over Finn. On Saturday morning, Puck toasted Eggo waffles and handed them to her with a small smile, not meeting her eyes. He had been giving her space. Quinn thanked him and ate them without another word. They silently commuted to McKinley together to catch the bus to Sectionals.

When Finn had entered the room, she couldn’t differentiate if it was morning sickness or guilt washing over her. She knew the pain of rejection when he ignored her. They won. Rachel offered again. She shook her head, no. Puck had been okay so far. But high off the win, Puck spent the weekend trying to convince her that she couldn’t get pregnant a second time. And if she did, they’d just be twins. Quinn rolled her eyes at him and they compromised with spooning. It was surreal waking up in Puck’s arms on a Sunday morning. Quinn was up early, her body used to church hours. She toyed with her cross, wondering how her mother would field the comments about her missing daughter. She turned over and ran a finger over Puck’s own necklace.

Quinn had thought that Finn was the better choice. The better look. She imagined presenting Puck to her father. It would have been worse in the moment, but the result would have been the same. Quinn had played the events of the past few months over and over in her head. There were so many little screw ups that started with that night. This was another one. As much as Puck wanted to play dad, the baby wasn’t here yet. And Quinn didn’t want to play house under his mother’s roof from now until the due date. If she was going to date Puck, it had to be on her terms. That was her first mistake at the beginning of their relationship.

One Kelly Clarkson number later and the choir room felt like home again. Quinn waited until Finn had walked away from Rachel to approach her. Puck was busy chatting up Santana and Brittany.

“Hey, Rachel.” Quinn stepped towards her. She took a breath. “I thought about your offer. If it’s not too much trouble,” Quinn paused, smoothing her hands over her stomach. “I would like to take you and your dads up on it.”

[giselle-archive]

Giselle had grown tired of the whining and freaking out the second she'd entered the gymnasium, and trying to find places free of the racket was hopeless. Every which way she turned, there was some grown adult — or at least that's what they were supposed be, even if they were acting like ridiculous children at the moment — in shambles as if their life was over due to a little blackout. She'd just groaned in frustration when she heard someone else calling out the dramatic reactions, and she chuckled as she turned to face him. "Now see, if it had been the Purge sirens, some of us would probably be ecstatic. I know I'd be doing cartwheels across this floor if that were the case." Giselle teased. "But honestly, I don't know why these idiots are all acting like the world is ending. Unless we missed a memo, this is just a boring blackout. It's not an apocalypse, we're not about to be attacked by aliens, and we're not about to be sacrificed to some sort of demon so Sue can take over the world." She stated and shrugged.

open starter.

To say that the blackout was an inconvenience for Puck would be an understatement. One minute, he was making out with Jo and shoveling candy into his mouth, and the next he was being forced to leave his apartment at this ungodly hour to go stay on campus, of all places. The only upside was the pot he smoked before, which was doing wonders at keeping him calm despite the craziness. Trudging into the gymnasium, Puck noticed people with flashlights and blankets, some of who seemed like they'd been there a hot minute already. It made him feel wildly underprepared, considering most of the space in his backpack was taken up by snacks and beer cans. He also tried to ignore the fact that he was trapped in a room full of girls that he'd slept with, as well as his ex, who was undoubtably looming around somewhere. Shoving his hands in the pockets of his pajama pants and finding a wall to lean on, Puck listened to pandemonium around him. "Yo, why is everybody like, freaking out so much?" He asked people in the surrounding area, trying to dig out a Pespi from his backpack in the darkness. "Things could be way worse." As if on cue, he heard the sound of someone crying in the distance. "I mean, damn. You would'a thought the purge siren went off or something. Are people really that scared of the dark?"

[officialqfabray-blog]

F2F 🎥 Quick @ Movies.

Sorry I’m late, traffic was a bitch and my uber was stupid. Do you want anything? I might get a Coke slushie.

[puckrmn]

f2f || game night || (open)

Puck rolled his eyes at the scene in front of him before turning around to pour himself another whiskey coke. This game night was definitely not his usual Saturday night scene. But Kassidy was hot and he wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to see her in that maid’s outfit. Hearing someone approach him, he mentally prepared himself to interact with people who were taking non-sexual roleplay way too seriously. “It was Captain Crunch in the bathroom with the plunger. Boom solved it,” he said as he took a sip of his drink and faced the other person. “You’re welcome.”