puck.

NOAH PUCKERMAN currently senior at northshore high in houston. #20 on the field. reigning mario kart champion. my dog ringo's always gonna be my number one, but my girlfriend's a close second.

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sebpuck aesthetic

“i didn’t mean for it to happen. but i love you.”

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📲 plaine

B: I never said anyone is forcing anyone to do anything Puck. I know no one forces Sebastian to do anything he doesn’t want to.

B: We both hurt each other in the last year, Seb and I by not being there for each other. I was selfish and didn’t think about how perhaps this wasn’t easy for him, for you, but he called me out on it the other night.

B: And I know you didn’t pick the soulmates. I don’t *blame* you. Actually... thank you for making him happy. For giving him things he needs. I hear things are better with Edward because of you.

B: I don’t and didn’t think you’re some asshole out to ruin my life. I didn’t understand until the other night why Seb didn’t fight for me. Because that was a faulty assumption I was working under. I didn’t understand a lot of things.

B: I am honestly sorry for anything I’ve done to make you feel like shit for being happy. Please tell me what I’ve done so I can make sure not to do it again or tell me when I do.

B: For the record I’m not unhappy; I just didn’t understand. Like you I’m trying to make an unexpected soulmate situation work. Santana is wonderful; if I had been remotely interested in girls before I’d have thought I’d won some kind of jackpot.

P: The whole like, pining after him, hoping he'll change his mind thing. It doesn't matter if that's not how you mean to come off, but you do, man.

P: And shit like that. You don't need to say thank you to me for being a decent person to my boyfriend. Like. Who does that?

P: Anyway. I'm done with this. He wants us to get along and I'm not gonna keep talking to you about shit like this because it's pissing me off every time I start into it.

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B: I can’t change your mind but you are wrong about the offence. That’s not the kind of person I am. Yeah I was upset about how things played out but it was a lot more than the soulmate thing.

B: You and I ended up in similar situations you know. In fact if you want to know the truth how is this for awesome? Not only did you get assigned the person I thought I would but I’m pretty sure the person I got assigned to wishes I was you or someone more like you.

B: I’m not ‘the peanut gallery’, I am a real person with feelings too.

B: Have a good weekend Puck.

P: Listen. It's been a year. No one's forcing anyone to do shit, and he wants to be with me.

P: And he also don't want me to stand here and defend myself because he cares about how you feel and thinks that he hurt you somehow when that's not the case at all, so I'm not gonna because I respect that but like, I'm not the one that picked the soulmates. I don't know why everyone forgets that.

P: So you don't need to like, blame me for taking things away from you or thinking that I'm some asshole that's trying to ruin your life. I made the best of something and I'm pretty fucking happy with how it turned out.

P: For the record, we /both/ got feelings. It's kinda wild how you're totally fine with making me feel like shit for being happy because YOU couldn't get what you wanted, and then have the balls to pretend like it's some excuse.

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iMESSAGE📲 QUICK

P: What are you doing this weekend?

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📲 plaine

B: I didn’t mean any offense when I said what I said. I just wasn’t sure who knew that you were sleeping with Seb and if you wanted people to know.

B: It’s awkward for me. But I’d like for us to at least be civil for Seb’s sake.

B: I want my best friend back. I know it’s different now. I will respect that.

P: You meant total offense, but whatever. I know you're like, pissed about the fact that you didn't end up together but that's not my fault, man.

P: It is what it is.

P: But yeah. We can be civil if every time it comes up that we're together there's not some snarky-ass comment coming from the peanut gallery.

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musicallybda:

Blaine wasn’t about to argue with Puck about it; he was sure there were enough people that did that.  Sure there were people like Blaine who knew what they wanted to do, and then there were people who went to college not knowing and figured it out as they went.  Maybe it was a bit of a waste, but there was something in the saying ‘how did you know if you didn’t try’.  “That’s good it’s here,” Blaine agreed, “although I think they kind of cut you off from like family and friends don’t they?”  He didn’t know for sure, and his grandfather wasn’t around to ask anymore.  “Well I don’t think it’s exactly a pass-fail kind of thing, if that helps lessen the stress.  They’re going to find what you’re good at, and interested in, and how that pertains to their needs.  So hopefully you’re going to end up liking what you’re doing which, sometimes some people don’t get to say that.  What branch are you going or do you know yet?”  

“Yeah, when you go to basic you’re not allowed your phone or computers and stuff,” Puck confirmed. He was given the low-down about what to expect from the recruiter so he didn’t show up with like, total shell shock or anything. “But I guess if you’re good you get a couple minutes for calls after a week or so.” Truthfully it was going to be hard to be entirely disconnected from everything he cared about, but Puck was also ready to make something of himself, you know? “I’m going Army,” Puck nodded. He took another sip of his coffee and shrugged. “It felt right. Hopefully I can actually hack it. But hey. Keep this between us for now, alright? I’m trying to tell most people one on one.”

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iMESSAGE 📲 PLAINE

BLAINE: It's okay. Really.

BLAINE: I am lucky; I have another two years to kick ass at Regionals and take a National title with the Warblers.

PUCK: I'm sure you'll do it.

PUCK: Especially with 3 of the best voices in ND graduating this year. ;)

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hdsnfinn:

Finn laughed as Puck teased him, enjoying the banter even if it was making his cheeks a little red. “Can you blame me? Quinn’s…” he trailed off, thinking about his girlfriend. He couldn’t come up with a word to describe the way he felt looking at her. So, he gave up. “…well, you’ve seen her.” He cleared his throat before continuing. “Anyway, it’s not like you’ve really hit me up either. What’s your excuse? Too busy growing that beard back?” The two of them had gone through a brief lull in their friendship, but Finn was never worried. There was no doubt in his mind Puck already knew he was Finn’s number one regardless. “How’s the littlest Puckerman doing? And how’re you and Marley? Gotta catch me up on everything.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know she’s hot man. Don’t be gross about it.” Quinn was like a sister to Puck and had been for years, but he wasn’t blind. She was gorgeous. And really, as weird as it felt most days, Finn did make her happy and that was all Puck really needed, honestly. “It’s coming in pretty good, isn’t it?” Puck replied. He still regretted shaving his beard for that party, but was happy that it didn’t take him a metric fuckton of time to grow it back. He needed to keep it for as long as he could before he was required to shave it for basic. “Marley’s good. You could probably ask her about that,” Puck chuckled. “But yeah. We’re good. She’s awesome. Hannah’s still crushing on every boy she sees and annoying the shit outta me. Which, by the way. She’s been writing Hannah Hudson all over her notebooks since you offered to get her a drink last time you were over. So. Thanks for that.”

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lucilleqfabs:

Lunch time always felt like a waste, anyway for Quinn. For once, she didn’t eat lunch, and for another getting rid of it could shorten the days of hell at school. Alas, she understood its importance and generally used it to catch up on some reading that wasn’t related to school. “Hmm?” she hummed, barely registering Puck’s voice after looking up from her book to notice him there. She mentally made a not of where she left off and slid in the bookmark that had been on her lap. Quinn would never, ever crease a book, that was blasphemy. “It was good,” Quinn nodded once his question clicked in her brain, “Finn was extremely cute about it, I broke gender roles and bought him flowers, it was ‘super romantical’“ She laughed, “And you and Marley? Was the day just full of love and mush for the pair of you?”

By the time Quinn set her book down, Puck was three bites deep into the cafeteria burger he’d clearly paid too much money for. This was why he preferred to go off-campus for lunch but whatever. It was too late now. He leaned back in his chair and waited for Quinn to like, pay attention to what he was saying and shook his head with a small smile. He was half-expecting her to tell him to fuck off, but he was glad that she’d welcomed a guest. They hadn’t spent any one on one time together in a while. “I bet you he almost shit his pants when you wanted up with a vase, right?” Puck joked. He could imagine his buddy stuttering through the interaction. “She sang a song for me. Kinda blew me away, actually. It was really good.”

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musicallybda:

“Sometimes,” Blaine agreed.  But the sophomore was aware sometimes his enthusiasm was in fact his own downfall.  Puck’s answer was more than surprising; it was stunning, leaving the shorter boy quiet for a few moments as he thought about things.  “So are you going full enlist or reserves?  That was what my grandfather did, joined the army reserves.  They paid for his college education requiring a minimum amount of work from him while he was a student, and then a couple of years full time once his decree was complete.”  Blaine shook his head.  “Sorry for the tangent.  But yeah, I don’t really think an aptitude test is something you can study for.  It just points out the areas where your strengths lie.  But I suppose I can see how if you knew before hand you might want to strengthen the strengths.”

“Nah man, no tangent. It’s all good,” Puck acknowledged. When he went to talk to the recruiter, they’d discussed potentially staying in the reserves, but what was the point? Puck wasn’t a book-learning kind of guy, and definitely didn’t want to go to college. Even if he could get past the basic education classes, what was the point? He had no idea what he wanted to do anyway. “I’m enlisting. I’m not a college guy,” Puck responded. “Basic’s here in Texas when I go in July, so that’s good. Not too far at the first go-round or whatever. But yeah. Gotta make sure I can pass the test first to see if they even want me.”

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iMESSAGE 📲 PLAINE

BLAINE: It was Regionals.

PUCK: Oh fuck. Obviously. Sorry.

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📲 ( sebpuck. )

PUCK: Not at all.

SEBASTIAN: Right. So...

SEBASTIAN: How are things?

SEBASTIAN: How's Hannah? Ringo?

PUCK: Hannah's about as good as a 9 year old girl can be, I guess. And Ringo's always fucking awesome.

PUCK: Where you off to this week?

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iMESSAGE 📲 PLAINE

BLAINE: Hey don't count out anyone.

BLAINE: It was the deal, loser pays.

PUCK: What was the bet again?

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mrosies:

Marley nodded, “I hope you know you’re the only person besides me who’s touched Gigi, that’s very special,” she said with a little wink, standing up to grab her guitar and passing it to him carefully before sitting back down.

She waited until he made eye contact with her, then started, and she didn’t know if she’d ever get exactly used to not playing alone in her room after school, but she knew that she really loved the way they sounded together. The way his harmony took her melody and made it into something even better. Her eyes widened a little, “It sounds so much better like that, oh my God,” she beamed. “Just a sec,” she said, putting her uke down and scribbling something down - that was her, constantly scribbling, constantly tweaking. 

“What if it goes…something like…” she strummed thoughtfully, then sang gently, obviously still thinking it out, “Everybody has a song they are singing…Everybody’s unrecognizable sometimes…” she stopped abruptly again and wrote that down. “Except I don’t think that’s the opener I think that’s just part of a verse…sometimes I start in the middle, oops?” 

Puck graciously accepted Marley’s guitar and immediately began strumming the melody he had in his head. It seemed to go well with what Marley was playing, and honestly that shit was kind of magic. They had this musical chemistry that kind of served as the catalyst for their relationship, honestly. Like, she was so earnest and dedicated, and they hit it off singing. The rest, as they say, was history.

“We make a good team,” Puck grinned. He continued to absently strum the melody Marley  was playing earlier, changing key on a whim and keeping himself occupied while she worked. Lyrics were never his thing. Or, the lyrics he wrote weren’t as rhythmic as her’s or Blaine’s anyway. 

“Yeah, you gotta tell a story, right?” Puck replied. He licked his lips and cocked his head to the side in thought. “Like, I don’t think that as an opener builds enough. What gets the story to that point? I’m not sure I know the answer but like... something to consider.”

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musicallybda:

“I like to be prepared,” Blaine shrugged.  “I mean you’re talking to the guy that visited his first choice University when we were in New York.  And I’m only a sophomore.”  Glancing at the books, they didn’t look like SAT study guides or the like, but he wasn’t sure what kind of test Puck would be taking.  “What kind of test?  Do you need any help studying or anything?” the younger boy offered.

“It’s good to get ahead of the curve, yeah,” Puck nodded. He knew how hard it was to bounce back when you didn’t have a fucking clue what you wanted to do with your life - the last 6 months were proof positive of that. “It’s an aptitude test for the military,” Puck answered. He kept his eyes on the books and scratched his cheek. “It’s the first week of March, so I’m just trying to brush up on some stuff. I guess you’re not really supposed to study.”

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SEBASTIAN: Sure.

SEBASTIAN: Jealous much?

PUCK: Not at all.